~I'd be smart to walk away, but you're quicksand~
He whips his head around, hand clamped over his mouth with shock, eyes positively dancing with laughter.
"Blaine! You can't say that kind of thing! Think of the neighbours!"
"I'm sure they're all suffering from intense jealousy because it's me that gets to do that to you when you get back and not them." You pout a little, but your eyes are laughing too.
"You didn't have to shout about it!" His blush makes his collarbones look rosy and deliciously bite-able, but his amusement definitely outweighs his embarrassment.
"Oh, but I did." You let your voice drop into a register that's reserved only for him and you watch as arousal battles with the last strains of laughter in his crystalline eyes.
"Blaine," and it's almost a moan, but he tries to make it sound exasperated rather than desperately horny. "I have to go." You step closer, around the door, into the corridor and into his personal space. You make very definite eye contact with him before letting your tongue dart out to wet your lips. Neighbours be fucked. "Blaine, I-" he starts, but you take your last step forwards, pressing your thumbs into his hipbones and digging your fingers into his ass, pulling him to you. "Oh."
"I thought so," you whisper against his lips, manoeuvring him back into the apartment.
"I want … but I …" and he blinks, long lashes brushing his cheeks lazily as he lets his eyes flutter shut. You think you could listen to his whispering uneven breaths all day.
"I know," you croon. "I'll be quick."
