A/N: Kurt has found out a kink he really, really like, but he was not ready to share it with anyone.
Kurt came out of his toilet, red faced, (i.e his sex flush from the tip of his ears to his collar bones), while the rest of him was pink after his warm shower. Blaine was at his study table, fiddling his phone, and abruptly turned around and took a candid photo.
"Ahh Blaine!" Kurt shrieked, covering his man-parts. Coming out of showers bare-assed was common with Blaine around, since he always made sure nobody else was around in the room.
"Oops." Blaine shrugged, smirking at his phone, Kurt's blue eyes round and wide in fear, and looked like a toasty lobster. He definitely was not sorry. "May I keep the nudie Kurt? May I may I?" He stuck his lower lip out and placed his chin on Kurt's tummy, rubbing there affectionally.
"You are creepy. Curly creepy monster of a boyfriend." Kurt's anger melted away as his boyfriend rolling around like a fucking puppy with his eyes wide. His dick twitched at the closeness, trying to get back up. It didn't help when Blaine planted his nose and breathed him in like he was some kind of pillow, then sighing contentedly.
"I love the way you smell.." He mumbled, lips against his lower pelvis, and gave a huge kiss at the top of Kurt's penis like it was some soft gentle fragile treasure.
"Thanks oh god Blaine stop kissing my penis!" He gave a slap at Blaine's shoulder, and little Kurt woozily tried to get up. Of course he didn't. He had an exceptionally good jerk off in his shower earlier on. Blaine pouted an 'okay', mumbling.
"Your penis seems exceptionally gorgeous today.." Blaine said to Kurt, well not directly; he was talking to his dick actually, eyes raking up and down hungrily on the length that was still flaccid. "But seems like it don't want some, you know, oral reminder. But that's alright. I still love you." Kurt smiled, giving a kiss at his triangular eyebrows and another on his lips, whispering;
"I actually masturbated just now because I caught a glimpse of you concentrating on homework before I went into the shower. Men who works hard, turns me on too much for your brain to handle." He grinned at strutted away to his underwear drawer, luxuriously taking his time to drag is up his bent thighs and butt, hearing a small moan behind him that seemed to escape its owner. "Besides I'm kinda icky when I'm all freshly clean and my parts are covered in spit, no offense Blaine."
"None taken. Kurt is clean, got it."
Kurt was glad his back was facing Blaine, what he did in the shower 5 minutes ago was definitely not clean. He looked down guiltily, suddenly ashamed. He knew he washed himself properly afterwards, but he couldn't help the niggling conscience monster berating him inside. Blaine should never find out about this.
A/N: Can anyone guess? :D
