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The Prompt: Phone sex/dirty talk
Bluetooth was the best fucking invention ever, Blaine thought idly with his earpiece curled around his ear as one hand fisted his hard cock, the other was free to roam, pressing slick fingers into his hole.
"Oh god Kurt, I can feel you," Blaine panted, his hoarse voice barely daring to reach above a whisper.
"Yes Blaine, feel me. Feel me shoving my cock in you," Kurt growled. Blaine swallowed a groan as he pumped his fingers in and out of his ass.
"Fuck me, Kurt," Blaine begged. Kurt's breathing hitched and Blaine could hear the way Kurt's hand sped up, as if that weren't enough to send little sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine, then Kurt's deliciously low growl certainly was.
"Yes Blaine. I'm fucking you, god. I'm fucking you so hard," Kurt bit out, his voice strained and tight. So close.
"So close," Blaine managed to gasp. His hips snapped his cock through the tight ring of his fist as he fucked himself down on his fingers, brushing along the sensitive bud of nerves every few strokes.
"Come for me. Come from my cock. Come," Kurt commanded and Blaine let out a choked moan as he whipped his head back into his pillows, his spine arching a little as he rode out his release.
"Oh god Blaine," Kurt moaned in his ear, a coil of heat surging through Blaine's stomach as Kurt groaned his name through climax.