His hands trembled as he traced over Blaine's curved spine with careful fingers. Kurt's hot breath tingled on the back of Blaine's neck, sending a faint sensation through him.
Blaine shivered vigorously, and not from any kind of cold. Kurt breathed a laugh and began kissing him along his taunt jaw line, smiling whenever he heard the desperate moan from the back of Blaine's throat.
Blaine dug his fingers into Kurt's thigh, being pleased with himself when it was Kurt's turn to stiffen under his grip. Their legs entwined together, fitting perfectly into eachother, skin on skin.
Kurt moved his hands slowly along the muscular planes of Blaine's bare chest, twirling his fingers in his chest hair.
Blaine shuddered and ran his tongue along Kurt's dark, slightly bruised lips, both hands running through his tangled hair.
His eyes widened and he gasped as Kurt bit his earlobe gently, pulling slightly. Kurt felt Blaine's cock harden, sticking into his stomach.
He rubbed up against him, taking Blaine in his right hand. He stroked him up and down slowly, but gripping tightly.
Blaine jolted and froze, his back arching.
Kurt smiled.
"You like that?" He whispered, his voice coming out rougher than he expected it to.
He kissed Blaine's pulsing neck and pulled him closer towards him.
Their hearts were beating out of their chests, filled with love and lust.
Kurt turned him over quickly, in a swift movement that made Blaine gasp. But then he turned to kiss Kurt passionately, before Kurt entered Blaine with a thrust.
He did it with such enthusiasm that Blaine cried out and had to grip onto the head board for support.
Kurt revelled in the joy and bliss that he could almost see radiating from Blaine's body.
He memorised each and every angle of it, taking photos in his mind. His neck straining, his muscles stiffening, his eyes fluttering. Blaine was perfection to him, in every way.