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The prompt: Blaine's reaction to Kurt's new haircut/style.
"Are you okay? You haven't said anything since I let you in," Kurt remarked, forehead scrunched in concern.
Blaine let out a choked noise that was supposed to be the word yes, but had somehow gotten lost somewhere between his brain and his tongue. Kurt bit his lip, a nervous smile gracing his plush lips, and Blaine couldn't take it anymore.
He surged forward, his hands sliding into Kurt's hair, gripping it hard and dragged Kurt's mouth to his. He bit and sucked on Kurt's lower lip while his hands grabbed and twisted and carded through Kurt's hair and then he was licking into Kurt's mouth and pressing.
Pressing. Pressing. Pressing forward until the back of Kurt's legs connected with his bed and he stumbled back onto it, breaking away from Blaine's mouth.
"I guess you like the haircut," Kurt teased, grinning mischievously.
Blaine growled in response, climbing onto the bed, sinking his body down on top of Kurt's, rolling their hips together as his mouth found its way back to Kurt's, hands twisting, and pulling, and dragging through the freshly cut tresses.
Kurt groaned into Blaine's mouth, his hips bucking up against Blaine's.
"Can you please not mess it up," Kurt whined, "I just got it cut." Blaine hummed against Kurt's jaw as he licked a hard line down to Kurt's ear.
"No," Blaine growled, his voice low and hoarse, his hips grinding down hard into Kurt's. Blaine's grip on Kurt's hair tightened, and Kurt gasped.
Fuck it, Kurt thought, he could fix it later. This would be worth it.