"Shh.." Kurt shushed his lover as he peppered Blaine's neck with soft kisses, fingers working deftly at the buttons. Both of them were pushed against the wall of Kurt's room, barely making it down the stairs as they kissed their way down.
"Doors open!" Burt boomed, unable to hear the soft click of the lock. He sighed, a proud daddy moment filling him for the love of his precious son, finding a decent boyfriend and actually approved by Burt himself. He knew they had been together for months, and he felt the tension between the couple, flushing at brush of arms and catching them playing footsie at the dinner table. But he never knew what extent of intimacy the teenage lovers went. Well he didn't plan on finding out either.
Squeaky moans bubbled from Blaine's throat as he felt a tongue against his bobbing adam's apple, followed by a pair of luscious lips that sucked gently.
"Don't...mark.." He breathed, hands creeping up at Kurt's vest. Layers, he thought.
"Uuung?" Kurt unlatched his lips, a small pout evident with the swell of his lips from all the action.
"Pleeeease Blaine?" He begged, trying on his puppy eyes he practiced in the mirror for weeks. The hazel eyes of Blaine fluttered, impressed.
"Wow.. Your eyes-" He muted from those cherry lips pressing him into a sweet, sweet kiss. Oh gosh..Ohhh..Kuuuuuurtt..
"Can I give you more hickeys..Blainey..~" Kurt mewled, a finger sliding against a vein on Blaine's neck, displaying his best sultry eyes now.
"Ugh you do like marking me don't you?" Blaine giggled at Kurt's furious nod, "Fine. Just do it somewhere I can cov-mmph" Lips were attacked again. He gently pinched Kurt's ass.
Kurt loved hickeys, love bites, whatever you call them. He loved to see a light bruise in the shape of his lips and teeth that was printed on the tanned canvas of Blaine's skin, it was evidence that Blaine was his. He didn't knew he was that dominant, but Blaine didn't seem to mind a bit. He sucked on the protruding collar bone, gently grazing his teeth across and felt the other shiver in pleasure. He felt the poke in his tummy more prominent, but his back was quickly aching (at the height difference).
"Bed." Kurt yanked the moaning mess Blaine was away from the wall and shoved him onto the bed. There Blaine lay, submissive and only a button left from being half naked, few hickeys covering his neck, splayed out so deliciously and lusty and...
"Kiddo told you to leave the door open-"Burt flipped open the door, just in time to see Kurt pounce Blaine and basically ripping Blaine's black shirt. What followed was a scream from Blaine, then a shriek from Kurt so high pitched both the other males flinched, and then a scurry of covering Blaine's head and torso in a quilt.
"KURT." Burt cautioned dangerously, "Get Blaine dressed and come up. Now." Before stomping up to the kitchen to get a much needed ice water.
"Dammit." Blaine's muffled groan came underneath the blanket, sighing in frustration. "Didn't you lock?" He came up, flipping the cloth away and buttoning up.
"I just forgot okay? Your mouth was sucking away all my sense!" Kurt threw his hand up dramatically.
"We should have gone to my house.."Blaine grumbled, and started styling his loose curls in the mirror. Cockblocking makes Blaine very upset, he growled a little in frustration at the curl that would not stay put.
"Fine! Next time don't come over!" Kurt said, hurt.
"Kurt.."Blaine turned over, not wanting to start a fight. He saw Kurt's eye rims reddening and rushed over. "Kurt, Kurt...Don't cry please.." A fragment of his heart broke when a tear fell from those beautiful glasz eyes.
"Don't ask me to make out with me again!" Kurt stormed out.
"So, tell me. Why is Blaine covered in marks?"