Justyoursummergirl prompted: Tired, horny parents!Kurtbastian

"Finally," Sebastian groans, flopping down on the bed next to Kurt. "I thought the little monster would make me read the entire fucking Grimm's Fairy Tales or something."

"Language, Seb," Kurt replies almost automatically. It's been over a year by now, and he doesn't understand how Sebastian still hasn't managed to reign in his dirty mouth.

Sebastian rolls his eyes and shifts closer until his head rests on his palms on top of Kurt's chest. "You like it when I talk dirty."

Kurt raises an eyebrow and looks at Sebastian over the top of the copy of the new Vogue magazine he's currently perusing. "Do I? I wouldn't be too sure of that."

Sebastian seems to take this as a challenge, because he slides further up Kurt's chest, bracing himself on his elbows and pushing the magazine to the side only to lean down and whisper in Kurt's ear.

"Is that so?" he almost purrs, grinning from ear to ear. "So you don't like it when I tell you that you look fucking hot in these glasses of yours? You don't want me to tell you how at dinner, when you spilled that package of powdered sugar, all I wanted to do was lick it off you fingers, one by one, then rip your clothes off and dump the rest of it on you and lick it all up before I bent you over the nearest counter and-"

"Oh my God, Sebastian..."

By now Sebastian has begun to ever so slowly grind his hips down on Kurt's and both of them can feel the heat pool low in their stomachs almost instantly because it has been so long since they've had the time to do this, what with their jobs and chores and Ann, always, always Ann, but maybe now, maybe this Saturday night they can finally...

"Yeah, babe, that's it," Sebastian nearly growls and kisses wet-hot along the flushed skin of Kurt's neck. "That's it, you like that, huh? God, wanted to do this for so long, you've no fucking idea... Missed taking my time with you, undressing you, laying you out like this, missed this," he palms Kurt's cock roughly and Kurt groans, "missed being inside of you, fuck, Kurt, I-"

Suddenly, a yawn can be heard in the room and Kurt blinks up at his husband in astonishment.

"Sebastian... did you... just yawn in the middle of dirty talk?"

"Uhm..."

"You did, oh God, you did!"

"Stop laughing! I didn't mean to, it's just, you know it was a long week for me, that new case and then the little monster..." Sebastian looks down at Kurt pleadingly, his cheeks still flushed and breathing fast, and Kurt's expression softens to a gentle smile.

"Honey, I know, I know," he soothes, bringing a hand up to cup Sebastian's face and drawing him into a slow kiss. "I doesn't matter."

"Sex does matter," Sebastian mumbles, almost pouting, as he slumps on top of Kurt, half across his chest and half on the bed. Seeing as both of them are still half-hard in their pajama pants (or boxers in Sebastian's case, a habit Kurt hasn't managed to break him out of till today and doubtfully ever will), Kurt is inclined to agree.

But they are both just so tired.

"It does, but I still love you even when you fall asleep in the middle of it."

"I do not."

"Mmh. Goodnight, honey," Kurt answers with a smile, switching off the bedside lamp and cuddling further up to Sebastian under the blankets.

"'Night," Sebastian whispers just as Kurt is about to drift off. "Love you, too."

In the morning, they will wake up at 8 am because Ann doesn't care that it's Sunday. Sebastian will hide in the blankets while Kurt will stand up, shower, and make breakfast for the three of them. When he's finished, Ann will mercifully stop jumping up and down on a grumpy Sebastian's back and, lured in by the delicious smell of freshly made pancakes, will run into the kitchen, loudly proclaiming her excitement. Sebastian will follow soon after, still only in his boxers, and Kurt will complain even though he really, really doesn't mind the view.

Their family is small, and by far not perfect.

For Kurt and Sebastian, it's the best thing in the world.