Title: Subliminal Advertizing
Rating: M, suggestive and sexual acts (That is so WEIRD for me to even type! 0_0)
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Blaine has an innocent oral fixation. It's driving Kurt insane!
Author's Notes: *blushes* Umm...yeah. I'm still staring at this, thinking, "Holy Gaga, did I actually write SMUT?"
This is my very first venture into anything this...*clears throat*.
This piece of prony goodness came from the One Sentence Prompt Meme over at Kurt_Blaine on Livejournal.
Prompt: Oral Fixation
This is what my dirty mind came up with. 0_0
Now please excuse me, I think I'm going to go hide under my bed. *runs away*
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. =(
"Oh...oooh...GAGA, BLAINE! Don't you DARE STOP!" Kurt moaned, as he gripped the kitchen counter with white gripping knuckles.
Kurt continued to moan, sigh, and pant as he ripped one of his hands away from the counter, to slowly, slowly slip down, down to Blaine's curly head, to thread his fingers and *tug* at his hair, making Blaine cry out a muffled moan from his full mouth.
It wasn't long after Kurt started dating Blaine that he realized his boyfriend's obvious oral fixation.
Looking back, his love of biscotti, holding his coffee cup to his lips constantly, and how he crewed his pencil in class, should have been dead give aways. However, Kurt didn't really realize Blaine's need to have things in his mouth until the beginning of summer.
Blaine liked popsicles. Pineapple, grape, orange, lime, root beer. You name it, and it was in the Anderson's freezer, or in Blaine's mouth.
Kurt's personal favorites were when Blaine would eat strawberry or cherry flavored, because his mouth was always so red after eating one of those.
It drove Kurt mad.
Blaine, the dapper, more old fashioned type of guy that he was, liked drinks in glass bottles. He said that Coke and Jones Soda just tasted better coming from a nice, cool, glass bottle. All Kurt knew though, was that it was riveting to watch Blaine take long swallowing pulls of the drink down his throat from the long necked bottles.
More than once, Kurt has to excuse himself to the bathroom, or risk exploding in his designer shorts.
The biggest problem was the frozen, chocolate covered bananas. The way he would practically deep throat the frozen fruit treat, and the sinful, almost orgasmic moans he would let out, were enough to make Kurt either scream at his oblivious tease of a boyfriend, or throw the treat from his hands, and replace it with something else.
On that particular day, Blaine had partook in all three.
It was when Blaine licked at the thawing chocolate sauce on his lip, and looked over at Kurt, that he finally lost it.
Kurt doesn't remember much from his lustful haze, but he does remember smacking the banana to the ground, crashing his lips into Blaine's cherry stained mouth, and whimpering and thrusting into Blaine's hip.
Somehow, a little while later, he was pushed up against the island in the kitchen, shorts and boxer brief to his ankles, and Blaine's mouth rapped around him, in the most delicious way.
Kurt's eyes rolled back into his head, after one particularly large *suck*, and swirly *lick*, and tugged at Blaine's hair.
"Yeah...like that. I love it Blaine, God, you MOUTH..."
If Kurt wasn't so far gone, he might have felt the smirk pulling at Blaine's stretched lips.
"Subliminal messages really do work after all!", Blaine thought to himself, before getting lost in the wonderful sensations of his pulled hair, and the heavy weight on his tongue.
Who would have known that his innocent oral fixation would help him get right where he really wanted to be?
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