Kurt woke to a kiss on his cheek.
When he opened his eyes, Blaine inched forward and relocated to Kurt's mouth.
"Good afternoon, Love," Blaine rumbled in a deep, sleepy tone between pecks.
The events of the morning flooded Kurt's memory, and he blushed.
"Ohmygod, I fell asleep after sex, didn't I?" Kurt turned bright pink and covered his face with his elbow.
Blaine chuckled and removed Kurt's arm and held his hand. He nuzzled Kurt's nose.
"Yes you did- and so did I."
Kiss.
"How long was I out?"
Kiss.
"Less than an hour."
Kiss.
Feeling less horrified about his behavior since Blaine had fallen asleep too, Kurt admitted as Blaine wrapped Kurt in his arms, "Mmm I'm still a bit sleepy."
Blaine kissed Kurt's temple. "Give into it, Sleepy Beauty." Kurt giggled, "Isn't it 'Sleeping Beauty'?"
Blaine gave a half smile, "Yes but you're not asleep yet." When Kurt woke a second time, he knew without looking that
the bed was empty except for him. Kurt rolled over to face Blaine's side. In place of Blaine's body, was a purple box. Aurora was batting at the bow on the lid.
"Come here, silly girl," Kurt scooped up Aurora, and the lid came with her; the ribbon having snagged onto a nail on her front paw.
Kurt removed the ribbon from her paw and set her on his chest beneath the duvet, letting it drape around her head so she could see what he was doing. He lightly tossed the lid aside on Blaine's half near his pillow. Grateful that the box wasn't blue- because Blaine had more than spoiled him enough already to last a lifetime, Kurt reached a hand out from the perfectly warm covers and grabbed the box. It was very light and no rustling sounded from the contents as it shifted.
"What do you think it is, 'Rora?" Kurt asked a curious Aurora, watching the box intently from her perch on Kurt's bare chest.
Inside the box he found a small handwritten note: "I love how particularly, and elegantly you take care of yourself, as well as those you love."
Kurt smiled and his heart warmed. The gesture was spontaneous and sweet. It was nice to know that the way he dressed and preened himself didn't go unnoticed- enough to leave a note about it.
He gave Aurora a few scratches, and then set her aside on the bed. He set the box down beside her and sat up. He scratched his scalp and ran his hands through his hair, taking a moment to fully wake up. With a yawn and a stretch of arms, he looked to the door, wondering where Blaine had gone. Maybe he was getting coffee or something. Late
breakfast, perhaps?
He couldn't hear anything going on downstairs.
On the floor in the doorway sat a red box, just like the one in his hands. Kurt's eyes caught sight of it just as he finished his yawn. Curious to know if it was like the purple one, Kurt lugged his body out from the covers and pulled on his underwear that had earlier been discarded on the floor. Remembering that it had been torn to bits, and realizing that there's no way it would stay on, he feigned a sigh and retrieved an unbroken pair of regular briefs from the closet. Even though he was rather contented in Blaine's- their- home, it didn't feel right to wander around buck naked. Blaine's windows were too big for that.
He walked over to the little red box. Crouching down to retrieve it, Kurt lifted the lid. He was right- another note was in this one too. "The unconditional love you give has lifted my spirit and healed my soul. You've brought joy and vitality to parts of my life where there was none."
Kurt clucked his tongue and lifted his hand to his heart. He knew they loved each other, but he didn't know it had such a nurturing, emollient effect on Blaine. He set that box down where he'd found it and looked down the hall to his left. He didn't see any boxes in that direction, so he turned to face the stairs. An orange box waited for him at the top of them. When he arrived at the top step, he saw a yellow box at the foot of the stairs below.
The orange box's note read, "Your passion for everything in life teaches me to enjoy every moment of each day."
Kurt was really starting to wonder where these notes were leading, and what they were for. They were beautiful and sentimental, but felt kind of out of the blue.
Maybe it explained Blaine's unusual absence.
The yellow note at the bottom stair read: "You are so smart
and so sharp. Nothing gets past your notice and I love it."
Okay something was definitely up. Four little love notes praising him for his character traits? Kurt looked up from the box to see if there were more. He couldn't see any in the living room, so he moved to the kitchen. In the hallway next to the kitchen island, a green box sat on the floor. The note inside said, "The calm, assuring energy you live in and emit every day, is an anchor and a comfort that I have come to look forward to, and rely on for my own peace and happiness."
That was... wow. They really were close, weren't they? It had happened so naturally, so gradually, that he hadn't perceived until this moment, how far they'd come and just how profoundly they loved and relied on each other now.
A dark blue box sat just three feet from the last, edging into the front room and entryway to the front door. The note inside read, "Kurt you have blessed and enriched my life with a rainbow of gifts, with the most significant being represented in the boxes you've discovered on your walk- of love, passion, comfort, and most of all- simply, yourself. With a humble heart, I'd like to offer you a gift in return- the most significant one I possess."
What could that be? Kurt wondered. Blaine had given him more than what his dreams could have come up with. The presents he'd been given through the past year were generous and kind, but all he wanted was Blaine. Kurt padded down the hall to the front room. Maybe Blaine was outside? Or-
"Hi Kurt, would you sit down please?"
Whoa. This definitely wasn't what Kurt was expecting. Okay he had no clue as to what this was leading up to, but it sure didn't involve Blaine dressed like he was about to attend a Broadway show.
Blaine was in the nicest outfit Kurt had ever seen on him. It wasn't overly fancy, but it was well put together, and certainly dressier than his usual clothes. Blaine was holding a bouquet of fragrant flowers, a mix of many local and exotic kinds. He was perched on the small front-room couch.
"Blaine, what's going on?"
"Just come sit Boo and I'll explain everything."
Kurt crossed his arms, remembering his undress, and sat next to Blaine. The armful of assorted, colorful flowers, were offered, and Kurt took them.
"Babe, do you know what today is?" Blaine's eyes were gentle and hopeful.
Kurt smelled a few of the blossoms. "June first?"
Blaine nodded. "Yes. One year ago today, you walked into my life for the second time. I knew by the end of that night, that I never wanted you to walk out again."
Kurt smiled wide and took Blaine's hand.
"We got along so quickly and easily. We had so much fun every time you were here last summer. I couldn't get enough of you. I counted down the days for every visit you made. There were even some nights when I wondered if you were just a waking dream of mine."
"Aww, really?" Kurt asked.
Blaine agreed. "The first time you came over to my house, I knew I wanted to have you forever. There was just something about you, about us, that I could feel beyond what
little I knew. It was so hard to not ask you to be my boyfriend then and there, but we decided to take it slow. Nothing could have been a better choice than the one we made- and the choices we've made together since then."
Kurt leaned over and gathered Blaine into a hug. "Thank you Bee, that was beautiful."
Blaine rubbed Kurt's back. "You're very welcome... though I'm not finished just yet."
Kurt slowly released Blaine from his arms and sat up straight.
Wait a minute- Blaine wasn't-
"I love you, Kurt. I love your laugh, your smile, your heart. I love how zealously you do everything. You even make cleaning the house together an adventure. I love it when we cook together, and play together. I love when we work together. I love how you're so intelligent and resourceful- even sewing my hand when I slipped on the ice."
Kurt lifted Blaine's hand and kissed the long, hairline-scar on his palm.
"I love how you know me better than myself, and still manage to love all of me. I love the way your hand fits into mine. Most of all, I love spending my days with you- and I don't ever want that to end, so-"
Blaine scooted off the couch and knelt in front of Kurt on the floor .
Deliriously shocked and joyfully surprised to the point of being dumbstruck, all Kurt could manage to do was grip Blaine's hand like a lifeline.
"I love you Kurt. I love you fully, with all that I am, and all I'll ever be. Will you do me the greatest honor of letting me love you as your husband?"
Tears streamed down Kurt's now-pink cheeks, "Bee are you-"
Kurt's eyes glued to Blaine's free hand as he retrieved a blue box from his jacket pocket.
"Kurt Hummel, will you mar-?"
Kurt let the forgotten flowers fall from his arm to the couch, and surged forward to gather Blaine into a fierce hug, nearly making Blaine fall backwards onto the floor with the force.
"Yes! Yes! Ohmygod yes!"
Blaine held Kurt to his chest, feeling the hiccups and gasps in
Kurt's ribcage, mirror his own.
Kurt gripped Blaine's clothes at his back, trying futilely to let Blaine sink into his bones. Blaine reciprocated, holding on just as fiercely, squeezing Kurt's ribs and cupping the base of his neck.
He said 'yes.' I can't- how in the world did I get so lucky? Blaine thought to himself.
Tears dripped freely onto Kurt's bare shoulders and Blaine's jacket.
"I love you," Blaine whispered with a broken tone, his voice betraying him for his tears.
"I love you more," Kurt answered, stuffed up and sniffling.
It took a few minutes to let out their emotions and come back down to earth- though both were still floating.
When they let go and looked each other in the eyes, Blaine wondered, "Do you want to see your ring?"
Kurt sat on the floor next to Blaine, wiped his eyes, and sniffled, "Sure."
Blaine turned Kurt's palm over and set a trademark light-blue box in it.
"I hope you like it," Blaine did his best to sound innocent and unsure.
Kurt cupped Blaine's cheek, "Bee you could have gone our entire lives without giving me anything but you, and I would be the happiest man on the planet."
Kurt removed the lid and tipped the box over to set free the fuzzy box inside. "Anything more than getting you for forever is just icing on the cake -gasp-"
Blaine couldn't hold back his Cheshire-cat grin at Kurt's reaction. It was absolutely everything he'd hoped for.
"Blaine it's the one I tried on when you visited! How did you ever guess that it was my favorite?"
Blaine took the box from Kurt's hand and took the ring out. "Do you remember the lady that was putting out that display of rings at the counter you were perusing?"
"Yes... Heather?"
Blaine placed the ring onto Kurt's left ring finger, and Kurt admired the bright, heavy rocks, "Mmhmm. She was my accomplice. I stayed back when you rushed into Tiffany's. I asked her to bring out the best yellow diamond rings that they had in their vault-"
"Wait a minute, did you plan it?"
Blaine kissed the ring-laden finger and with a bright smile, continued, "I explained to her that I wanted to propose, but wasn't sure which ring in their collection would be your favorite. She agreed to put out the most unique yellow diamond designs just for you, just for that moment."
Kurt's eyes grew wide in realization, putting the pieces together, "So... she wasn't putting out a real display?"
"No, that kind of jewelry doesn't sit out for public viewing."
Kurt blanched.
Blaine beamed.
"Wait so she was spying on me, for you?"
Blaine agreed.
"Oh you sneaky, conniving man!" Kurt feigned offense. "Your sneaky, brilliant man," Blaine reminded.
"Fiancé," Kurt corrected with a heartfelt smile. He leaned over and kissed Blaine good and proper, letting his mouth express physically what he didn't have the words to convey.
What started out as a small, simple kiss, turned warmer- mouths opening wide to take each other in with long, slow bites; igniting the participation of Kurt's hands on Blaine's face; thumbs running back and forth over tear-stained cheekbones.
"God I love you Blaine," Kurt breathed into Blaine's mouth. "I can't say it enough."
Kurt delved back into the kiss again for a moment. When his thoughts formed more clearly, he unlatched his mouth from Blaine's and caught his eyes, "'Love' doesn't cut it- there isn't a word strong enough to tell you how much I love you."
When the words sunk in, Blaine roughly, messily pushed Kurt up against the couch. "Up," he growled, helping Kurt get back up onto the cushions. There was a tangle and flurry of limbs, hands grasping and pulling down into each other; feet digging into the furniture, seeking skin... touch... leverage.
Blaine blanketed Kurt's bare body and let his lips meet Kurt's once more; cupping Kurt's neck just below his jaw, feeling Kurt's quick, robust pulse beat in his palms. In return, Kurt tugged Blaine's shirt out from his skinny jeans and groped up Blaine's stomach to his nipples, squeezing and lightly twisting
and massaging the skin and jewelry in the pads of his fingertips.
A low, guttural moan vibrated out of Blaine's throat, "I've missed you so much- even my nipples are happy to have you back."
Blaine's downright serious tone, coupled with an adorable confession, broke the mood- and Kurt laughed heartily. Kurt sat up, pushing Blaine upright with him. "Hmm I should give them a proper reunion kiss, then."
Kurt pushed Blaine back against the arm of the couch and inched the shirt up to Blaine's collar bones. Making sure that Blaine kept watch, Kurt made a show of leaning down to Blaine's left nipple. He scraped his teeth in small bites around it, riling Blaine up until he was wiggling and begging to just kiss them, please.
Lifting his head, Kurt kissed Blaine's round, full lips, loving the way they plumped and rouged whenever Blaine was turned on. Licking Blaine's open lips in a circle, Kurt nibbled his way to Blaine's scratchy chin, and traced the sharp edge of his jawline. He could feel Blaine's heartbeat speed up and pound harder as he moved down the tan, slightly scruffy column of his neck. Blaine purred when Kurt's lips sucked his larynx, loving the unusual feeling of literally having his voice kissed. Kurt couldn't ignore Blaine's succulent collar bones. He licked long swipes from the base of Blaine's neck, out to the tip of both shoulders, and finally reached Blaine's left nipple. Taking it all in his mouth, Kurt wet the skin and then breathed on it in hot, slow exhales. His tongue swirled around the bud and ran over the jewelry, leaving Blaine breathless and hands searching for leverage.
Two soft, warm hands ran down Kurt's back, slipping beneath Kurt's underwear and squeezing, pulling, kneading his ass in
heavy, sure strokes. Kurt was surprised at how easily Blaine's hands maneuvered beneath his clothing to get to his bare skin.
Then reality hit.
Kurt dropped his head onto Blaine's chest.
"Blaine- you proposed to me while I was in my underwear!" He groaned into Blaine's torso.
Blaine laughed heartily, "And I would have proposed to you naked had you not put on your underwear."
Kurt turned beet red and hid his face in his hands. Blaine took them both down and held them in Kurt's lap.
He rubbed his thumbs over Kurt's knuckles.
"Think of it this way- it will be a great story to tell our grandkids," Blaine replied without really thinking. Kurt's surprised expression made him want to punch himself for his indiscretion- they hadn't talked about kids yet and-
"Oh Bee, you want to have children together?" Kurt's eyes shined with tears once more. These ones were just as happy as the last.
"I would love to someday, if you would."
"I would. So much."
Blaine stood from the floor and joined Kurt on the couch. "Why today?" Kurt asked.
Blaine twisted the ring around Kurt's finger, disbelieving that Kurt was his Fiancé. "Well I knew I wanted to propose to you sometime this summer. I'd sorta planned it out around certain events..."
Blaine suddenly felt a little embarrassed- would Kurt remember his words from last summer and fall?
"What events, Bee?"
Just above a whisper, Blaine explained, "Well, you told me last year that I had to put a ring on your finger before you put out, but I just couldn't propose to you if there was any chance that you felt it was only so that I could bed you,"
They both cringed a little at the term.
"Blaine you know I would never think that," Kurt soothed.
Blaine agreed, but continued, "I wanted you to be sure that my proposal was completely out of love, and nothing else. So I decided once I got the ring, that whenever we made love for the first time, if you didn't leave me for being such a bad lay," Blaine joked, to which Kurt smacked his chest and barked, "Blaine Anderson I would never!"
Blaine continued, "Would you let me finish?" Blaine lightly chided. "I planned out how I wanted to propose so that when the time came..."
Kurt faked a frog in his throat and coughed, "Sex!"
Blaine laughed and kissed Kurt's neck, "Yes, so that after we had sex, I'd be ready to ask for your hand."
Kurt sat up and pressed a long, loving kiss to Blaine's mouth. "You've had it since you held it the first time. And my heart, too."
"Awww you're mushy this afternoon," Blaine cooed. "Sweeter than apple sauce."
"So you're mushy like a teddy bear, and I'm somehow- apple sauce when I'm mushy?"
Blaine got off the couch and took Kurt with him, "Mmhmm. You're sweet and a little spicy, and entirely delicious. And you go great with ham."
Kurt reached back to the cushions and grasped the bouquet. They walked down the hallway and up the stairs.
Smelling the flowers, Kurt asked, "So, is this where you tell me that your bed has turned from a sandwich into Christmas- dinner leftovers? You're ham and I'm apple sauce?"
Blaine smiled and rubbed Kurt's shoulders as they walked back upstairs to their bedroom. "See? I told you you'd become just as good of an Anderson as me."
Kurt set the flowers on the bedside table and crawled back into bed. He tucked under the covers, rolling over onto his back to watch Blaine wiggle out of his outerwear clothes, shoes, and socks, down to a t-shirt and jeans; and moved toward the bed. With a smile, Kurt lifted the covers up and Blaine crept in beneath them. He snuggled up to Kurt and pressed his cheek to Kurt's forehead.
"I've got a few more surprises for you, if you'd like them," Blaine rumbled into Kurt's ear.
With a shiver, Kurt replied, "Sure." He was so happy, he would say 'yes' to just about anything today.
Blaine wiggled out from the cocoon of blankets and went into his closet.
"You're not coming out again, are you? I thought we covered your sexuality already. The ring is enough proof for-"
A pair of underwear shot out from the closet, flying right at Kurt's face. It landed with a light thunk on Kurt's head.
"Oh God please tell me these are clean," he whined over the raucous laughter wafting from the closet. He gingerly pulled off the offending piece of clothing and tossed it on the floor. Blegh.
"That'll teach you to question my sexuality," Blaine reproved
with a smirk. "As if my constant hard-on for you isn't enough." He tucked his head back into the closet and came out holding a tray laden with plastic-wrapped jewelry and piercing supplies.
"Am I getting new piercings today?" Kurt contentedly mused, eyes lit up with curious anticipation.
"If you'd like them, then absolutely. I got you a few engagement pieces. I figured it was a good excuse to switch out the old jewelry and give you some new ones."
"I love the sound of that. Can I see what you got?" Kurt scooted forward to the edge of the bed to take a peak.
Blaine cleared off the bedside table with a little help from Kurt, and set down the tray.
"Oooh they're gorgeous," Kurt ogled.
"Check em out Babe and see if you want them. I have a few alternatives picked out in case you don't love these ones."
"No, no these are fabulous... Wow, is this the belly ring?" Kurt picked up what looked to be a long, tiny chain with a solid "stem" leading to a solid, shiny heart. The other end of the chain was a heart, covered in what Kurt assumed to be diamonds.
"Yes. Usually this style of jewelry is used for earrings, so when I stumbled upon a piece that was made for navel piercings, I couldn't pass it up. I had to see you wear it."
Kurt set it back on the tray and reached for the wrapped tunnels. "These are gorgeous- and definitely bigger than mine."
Blaine quickly washed his hands and returned to the table. Slipping on a pair of gloves, he began to prep the jewelry for sanitation and insertion. "Since you enjoyed gauging last
time, I thought we could go up to a four if you'd like. That particular set of tunnels looks better the bigger you go."
Kurt smiled wide. "I swear it's like you can read my mind sometimes."
Blaine set the tunnels and belly chain into separate cleansing solution cups. "I just pay really close attention when you talk."
Kurt reached out and palmed Blaine's back, "Thank you, Bee. That's an even better gift than anything you could buy me." He pressed a kiss to Blaine's left hip.
Blaine hummed low and deep in response. Kurt took the invitation and lifted Blaine's shirt to expose a strip of skin. He pressed a few more slow kisses to Blaine's waist, and opened his mouth and let his tongue join in when Blaine's voice grew more insistent. He licked the warming flesh with long, flat presses of tongue, listening for vocal cues.
"Damnit- Sex Kitten, I can't put your jewelry in with a raging boner- so you've gotta choose..."
Kurt bit down hard on the now red skin, scraping his teeth against Blaine's waist as he closed his mouth, letting every inch of Blaine's nerves register the sensation before pulling away. He kissed the teeth marks, and in an affected tone, replied, "Jewelry- then sex."
Kurt backed up and lay down on the bed, providing space between them to cool just enough so Blaine could focus. He closed his eyes and breathed deep, trying to will away his own erection from Blaine's reaction.
Blaine finished prepping the tray and turned to Kurt.
"I'm ready for you. May I suggest that we start with your chest? It won't be anything like getting it pierced, but
comparatively, your ears and navel will be completely painless."
Kurt nodded, "Yeah."
"Okay, I'll be right back."
Blaine set his gloves on the tray and left the bedroom. He padded down to the linen closet on the first floor. Grabbing a small, soft washcloth from the top shelf, Blaine walked to the kitchen sink and turned the tap to hot. He let it run until steam bloomed. He submerged the towel beneath the stream of hot water. Once it was soaked through, he squeezed out the excess water and rolled it up to hold in the heat.
"Babe this will feel quite hot, but won't burn you," he advised as he returned to the bedroom. He unrolled the towel into its folded square and gently set it down on Kurt's piercing.
The towel was very warm, covering the entire right side of his chest- but not uncomfortably so. Kurt felt his skin warm up and loosen somehow.
"Bee what's the towel for, exactly?"
Blaine put his gloves back on and explained, "The towel will warm up your skin, allowing it to give and stretch a bit more. It will also help release any stray skin cells and such that have built up inside your piercing, and hardened."
Mulling over the process and reasoning in his head, he simplified, "You know how you need to wash your gauged piercings every day to keep them clean and gunk free? That's part what I'm doing with the towel."
Kurt nodded with an easy smile, and let Blaine work.
When the heat of the towel began to wane, Blaine lifted it off of Kurt and set it aside. He sanitized Kurt's nipple and twisted off one end of the barbell in Kurt's chest. Dropping the ball on
the tray and retrieving the new, open nipple ring, Blaine lined it up and traded off lightly tugging the old piece out, and pushing the new one in- never letting the two touch, but keeping the ends close. It certainly wasn't a pleasant feeling, but with the lubricant Blaine put on the new jewelry, it went in smoother than the original piece.
"Normally with most piercings, you'll be able to completely take out the old piece of jewelry before inserting the new one, but I didn't want to risk the hole shrinking back at all on this one."
"Thank you Bee, for your thoughtfulness." Kurt softly replied.
Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips, "I'd give nothing less."
Once the new bar was pushed completely through and the ball replaced, Kurt stood up off the bed and walked to the bathroom to admire the new addition.
He flicked on the light switch and looked into the mirror at the adorable red heart that encircled his nipple. The little rubies sparked in the light.
Blaine strolled in behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. "It looks lovely on you, Baby," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear.
Kurt leaned his head to touch Blaine's. "Thank you. Why did you pick a heart?"
Blaine smiled at Kurt's unknowing invitation to let all of his mush out. "You have a habit, as do I, of wearing your heart on your sleeve. And I wanted you to remember whenever you see this heart," Blaine twirled a few fingertips around the pierced areola, "that you carry my heart next to yours."
Blaine kissed down the column of Kurt's neck, ending with a heavy bite where it met his shoulder.
Kurt's eyes rolled back and he moaned, lolling his head to the side to give Blaine better access, "God, Blaine can you hurry up so I can get you naked?"
The breathy, low tone made Blaine stifle a giggle. It was so, so hot- but still so adorable and amazing that Kurt could want him this much- and be so vocal about it.
With one last kiss to the hairline at Kurt's neck, Blaine soothed, "Give me five more minutes, and then I'm all yours to do with as you please."
Blaine took Kurt's hands and lead him back to bed.
"Navel next," Blaine instructed. Kurt lay back and waited for Blaine to start.
The lack of pain this piercing would have allowed Blaine to work much faster. Remove jewelry, wash and sanitize, glide in new jewelry. It only took two minutes from start to finish.
The dangling hearts were unbelievably delicate and surprisingly erotic.
"You sure know your jewelry," Kurt complimented.
"Thanks Baby Doll. It looks dead sexy on you," Blaine winked. He removed his gloves, sat on the edge of the bed next to Kurt's thighs, and took a second to marvel. Taking hold of the shiny heart, he teased Kurt by slowly, gradually pulling the chain all the way until the diamond-encrusted heart stopped at Kurt's navel.
Kurt's chest pumped audibly, "Jesus, Blaine—" His head flopped back into the pillows, unable to hold his head up as Blaine switched and pulled the diamond heart back again.
"I told you this piercing would always feel good," Blaine reminded his Love.
All at once Kurt was weighed down by sensation, and wanting
to writhe and be swallowed whole by it.
"I know it's only June, but can I put chain body jewelry on my Christmas wish list?" Kurt couldn't help arching up and thrusting into thin air, the nerves shattering every coherent thought outside of the square centimeter of skin being teased.
Blaine moved the jewelry from his right to left hand, and palmed and pressed against each roll of Kurt's hips.
"Santa has taken note."
"Thank you."
Blaine knew he could spend all day toying with Kurt's irresistible navel, but he wanted to give Kurt his last gift. He stood up from the bed and moved to wash his hands in the bathroom. He returned with clean hands to the bedside table and put on his gloves.
"Gauging time!" Blaine declared.
"You really like working on me, don't you?" Kurt asked lightly.
"I do. Besides all of the reasons I've told you before, it's nice to get to focus all my attention on small parts of you."
Blaine removed Kurt's right tunnel and was thrilled, "You keep your ears spotless. I've never seen such clean, immaculate lobes."
Blaine bent down and tucked the lobe into his mouth. He pressed and flicked his tongue against it, rolling and nipping and sucking; Twirling the tip of his tongue on the small hole in the flesh. His breath was hot on Kurt's ear, warming in rhythmic pattern. Kurt hissed, lost in the small attention that sent waves of relaxing pleasure though his body. Blaine released his hold and sanitized Kurt's now cold ear.
"I'm assuming that's not a normal part of gauging procedure,"
Kurt quipped.
Barking a laugh, Blaine agreed, "You're right. My professionalism slipped away from me for a second of weakness. Please don't report me," He pretended to plead as he lubed up the steel taper.
"I won't- but only if you violate protocol more often on me," Kurt bid.
"Deal." Blaine lined up the taper on Kurt's lobe and instructed, "In and out, Babe."
Kurt breathed in big and exhaled slow. The pressure and heat in his ear felt wonderful. Wow, he'd missed this.
Blaine slid the new tunnels in right behind the taper.
Kurt waited silently, blissed out and melting into the bed, while Blaine prepped his right lobe and pressed the taper through. The tunnel shortly followed.
"How do they look?"
Blaine's eyes flitted back and forth to each lobe. "Even better than I expected. The dark blue-green contrasts excellently with your pretty pale skin."
Blaine wiped down Kurt's ears to remove any leftover lubricant. Kurt enjoyed the body-mod afterglow while Blaine cleaned up his tray and put everything away in its respective places.
The foreign weight on Kurt's left hand had constantly set off his nerves for the last hour or so, reminding him of the leap they'd just taken an hour before- and it reminded him of the one he needed to discuss with Blaine while his confidence was high.
"Bee?"
"Mmm?" Blaine prompted.
Kurt twisted the ring around his finger. "I actually have a proposal for you too."
Blaine looked down to meet Kurt's eyes, "Oh yeah?"
Kurt nodded and bit his lip. "Can I go get it?"
Blaine climbed into bed and snuggled up next to Kurt. His right palm rose up and held Kurt's head to his lips. He kissed Kurt's hair. "Of course, Baby."
He released Kurt from the cuddle and Kurt couldn't help it- he nearly ran downstairs, all the way to the front room where he'd left his bag. Retrieving the large folder, he set back up at a skip, taking the steps two at a time.
Nerves crept back in just a hint as he stepped through the bedroom doorway. He hid the folder behind his back and tip- toed back to bed.
"Whatcha got there, Sweet Cheeks?" Blaine scooted to sit up against the headboard. He couldn't help letting his gaze rise and fall to the new jewelry on Kurt's body. The way the gems refracted the light, the way the hearts swayed between his hips, the bold tunnels, made Kurt even more mouthwatering than normal.
"Somethin for you," Kurt responded with a shy smile.
Kurt sat down next to Blaine atop the covers and handed him the portfolio.
"Hey now- don't be shy. I won't have any of that in our home."
Kurt could see that Blaine's eyes were full of love and kindness, mirroring his words. Blaine tipped Kurt's chin up and kissed Kurt's lips reassuringly. "Now, what's in that big folder of yours?"
Blaine looked to Kurt with curious eyes, and accepted the heavy black folder. Opening it up, Blaine discovered that it was a portfolio of his work.
"Babe, did you make this? It's wonderful." Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek. "I've never taken the time to make an updated formal portfolio. This is lovely."
Blaine ran his fingers over each page, touching each photo with fondness.
"Keep going until the end."
When he reached the last of the photos, there was what appeared to be a formal letter in the clear sleeve from-
"Kings Avenue- that's a great shop. Wait, it's addressed to me?"
Blaine looked up to Kurt questioningly.
"Go on, read it." Kurt nudged Blaine's shoulder with his own.
"Dear Mr. Anderson, we are pleased to hear..." Blaine continued reading in his head.
"What does this..."
Kurt helped out, "We've both had a difficult time being apart, especially last semester." Kurt rubbed across Blaine's shoulders, and down to the small of his back with an open palm, "and we came to the agreement that we wouldn't want to be apart once we, well-"
"Did the dirty?" Blaine supplied with a half grin.
"Made love, Bee. Anyone can have sex," Kurt feigned offense, to which Blaine forgot about the portfolio, set it in his lap and cupped Kurt's face in his hands.
"We made some amazing love together. You're quite a chef, Baby Doll."
"Ohmygod no more analogies about sex- or I won't be able to do a single damn thing without thinking of that."
"What's so bad about that, hmm?" Blaine's eyes crinkled into an adorable, cheeky grin and pressed another kiss to Kurt's lips.
"Only that I won't be able to function properly with your body on my brain twenty-four-seven," Kurt mumbled.
"Well, I guess I'll have to-"
"Nope- save the rest of your inappropriate comments for after you finish the portfolio," Kurt lightly shoved Blaine away and pointed to the portfolio.
Blaine suddenly remembered where their conversation had started, and wondered, "Okay so there's a shop in New York that likes my work."
Kurt interrupted, "Three actually."
Blaine's eyes grew wide.
"Well, I still have two years of school, and I don't want to spend all that time away from you. You graduated a while ago, so all that's holding you in LA besides the music scene, is your job."
"Okay," Blaine confirmed, waiting for the rest.
"I wanted to ask you to move to New York and live with me, but I didn't-"
"You what?" Blaine's face lit up like the sun, his eyelashes nearly touching his eyebrows in surprise.
Kurt looked down and whispered, "Um, I want you to move in with me?"
Blaine sealed his mouth onto Kurt's, sucking full lips into his own, biting hard and lapping at the trapped, silky smooth
skin.
"Yes, yes I'll move in with you," Blaine began a mantra between kisses.
"Really?" Kurt squeaked, breathless.
"Yes, Love. You, me, and New York." After a lingering look, Blaine let go of Kurt's face and retrieved the portfolio. He flipped through the last few pages, noting two more letters from other prestigious New York tattoo parlors. "So, I'm guessing that you contacted a bunch of shops and scouted out which ones needed piercers?"
Kurt nodded. "I contacted the three top shops in New York City- a few don't even employ piercers in their shops- but they all want you."
Blaine gaped at Kurt's words. "This is incredible. I don't know how you did it. You're fucking perfect, clever, and thoughtful. And really sneaky because you got all of my information, photos, and managed to snag three different shops for me- without me knowing about any of it."
Kurt took Blaine's hand and squeezed. "There's one more thing."
Blaine wanted to crack a joke, but Kurt looked so excited, that he couldn't take the spotlight from him.
"You have interviews with all of them next Saturday- if you want them."
The portfolio dropped out of Blaine's hands. Again.
"They're all back-to-back so you can compare all of the shops and owners, with fresh memories of each. I've booked your flight just in case you agreed to it. If you do, we'll fly out together Friday night so you'll be rested for the first appointment at noon."
"Ohmygod," Blaine's hands covered his face and he flopped over sideways with a thump onto the bed.
Kurt rested his hand on Blaine's side, "I'm sorry, was it too much, too soon? I can reschedule the appointments, or you can take some time to think about it-"
Blaine rolled over onto his back, letting his arms fall above his head, onto the pillows. He looked up at Kurt with heavy love.
"I love you."
Kurt faltered.
"What?"
"I adore you." Blaine held tight to Kurt's gaze, unblinking and sure.
That certainly wasn't what Kurt had braced himself to hear formed on Blaine's lips. He watched as Blaine's left arm lifted off the pillow towards him, and found Kurt's bent right leg. He rubbed the long, thick muscle in smooth, calming ovals.
Kurt didn't know what to think. But apparently-
"Thank you for putting in all that work, and for wanting me to live with you in New York. I want to go to the appointments you set."
Kurt heaved a sigh of relief. "Okay," He whispered.
The hand on his leg pressed deeper, kneading the muscle with strong, certain fingers.
"There's something else I want more, right now."
Heat flushed Kurt's neck and face. Kurt had figured out that look on Blaine's face, the one that meant he wanted something involving fewer clothes than Blaine was currently wearing. He really hoped it involved no clothes at all.
"What's that, Bee?"
Kurt let his eyes ease closed and lost himself beneath the hand that moved to the apex of his thigh, lightly brushing against his erection that had literally formed out of thin air. God, Blaine could get him up with just a hint and a brush of fingertips. Kurt shuddered when he felt Blaine's hand move right where he wanted it- sliding fully between his legs and cupping his hardness.
"I want you inside of me."
Kurt's eyes shot open. Though they hadn't talked too much about it, Kurt assumed he'd be bottoming for a while. Honestly, he loved it the two times they'd done it this morning, and wouldn't mind one bit if they kept it up.
But it sounded like fun to switch. Besides, he knew somehow that he wouldn't ever turn down any sort of intimacy with his boyfr-
his fiancé.
Kurt really wanted to make topping Blaine sexy. He wanted to be seductive and make his mere words turn Blaine to dust, but he couldn't deny his naiveté. So he went for honesty.
"Bee?" Kurt scuttled on all fours over to Blaine and plopped down like a starfish across his body.
"Mmhmm?" Blaine lightly sifted his fingers through his lover's hair.
Kurt looked down to Blaine's chest and fiddled with the stray hairs there. "I really want to be smooth, and seduce you like I'm going in for the kill and you're my helpless prey."
Blaine gave a big, toothless grin and his eyes shined. Kurt was so fucking adorable.
"Okay."
Kurt rested his chin on Blaine's chest and looked up to soft,
understanding eyes. "But I don't have a clue what to do- besides the basics."
Blaine guided Kurt's face through the last few inches of space between them and smooched. "Well, we're in the same boat for that, but I may have a solution that suits you."
Blaine gently shuffled out from beneath Kurt and padded out of the room.
"Um, this isn't working for me, Blaine," Kurt joked with thick sarcasm.
A laugh sounded out from the entertainment room, and soon Blaine returned with a few books in his hands.
"Books?" Kurt puzzled.
"Yep. I got these after we had our big skype conversation. They helped give me a better understanding of what we'd be getting into, and what we could get up to," Blaine wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, causing Kurt to half-heartedly smack his arm.
Kurt laughed, "Only you, Mr. Anderson, could take something meant to be serious and sensual, and turn it into fluff."
Blaine bounced onto the bed and towed Kurt into his side. "Hey, if it isn't fun, what's the point?"
"Touché."
Blaine nestled Kurt's head next to his own. "So past all the basics of health and safety and whatnot, there are several sections with different positions and such, with varying degrees of difficulty."
Blaine leafed through the pages for Kurt to see. They pointed out awkward angles, bad haircuts (well, Kurt did), and possible choices for today that each liked. After a good few
dozen pages, his Love turned a bright cherry red. Anticipating that the photos made Kurt uncomfortable, he was about to intervene with kind whispers and comforting touches, but Kurt spoke up before he could form the first sentence.
"Um- can we try that?" Kurt bluntly pointed to the open page staring back at them, with two naked men tangled up together in a simple form that intrigued and tantalized.
Together they silently read the description, tips, and warnings for it.
"Sure. You think your thighs can handle it?" Blaine lightly teased.
"Do you think your ass can handle it?" Kurt bit back with an evil grin. "From the looks of it, I'll be tickling your throat by the time I'm all the way in."
Blaine leaned in close and nipped Kurt's neck. He hummed into Kurt's ear, "As long as your legs can hold my weight like that, you can tickle my throat anytime- from either end," Blaine leaned back to catch Kurt's eyes; biting and licking his own lips slowly, making sure Kurt watched the entire sweep of his tongue, before he exaggerated a swallow.
Kurt's eyes were hooded, and he was there. No hesitancy. Just surety. Want. All-consuming and setting him on blazing fire.
"Lay on your back, Bee- and grab the lube." Kurt's tone was commanding.
Blaine scrambled to remove his shirt and jeans, nearly somersaulting around on the bed in his excitement.
Kurt stepped off the bed and stalked to the doorway. Before Blaine could protest, Kurt switched off the lights. Shut the blinds. Gathered and lit three candles on each bedside table.
Blaine was down to his underwear when Kurt returned to bed. The tighty whities- that happened to be red- fit him like a glove; constricting the erection that Kurt couldn't wait to get a hold of.
"Off."
Blaine kicked his feet and shuffled the fabric down his legs- chucking them off the bed with his right foot.
"Damn Baby, you seem very confident and relaxed in your skin- and mine," Blaine noted aloud with a wide, sexy smile.
"Thank you. You're to blame for that."
Blaine smiled wide, letting it reach his eyes. He watched with eagerness as Kurt knelt below him and spread Blaine's legs wide, bent at the knees.
"Was it the books?"
Kurt slowly lifted Blaine's backside, and Blaine caught onto his intentions. Blaine flexed his abs to steady himself as Kurt curled Blaine's body in on himself until Blaine's knees were nearly touching the mattress on either side of his head.
Kurt agreed. "It was. Knowledge is power- and it's sexy as hell on you. Researching for our first time? You couldn't have done anything to make me want you more than I do now."
Blaine noted his new position, spine curled in and butt in the air- with legs spread wide open for Kurt- and lovingly grunted, "Did you catch a glimpse of one of the prep pages, Love?"
Kurt agreed, "Yes. Now relax, and let me work you out." Kurt winked and lowered his face to Blaine's parted cheeks.
It was fucking intoxicating to get to see Kurt lap and tease- watching his tongue extend and retract over him; anticipating every single sensation.
"Mmm you're so pretty and pink."
Lick.
Kurt looked up to see Blaine scrunching his eyes closed, his head turned to the side; completely overwhelmed by the nerves trigging shocks and tingles through his body. This position opened him up wide; his cheeks settled and left everything for the taking.
As he continued laving and kissing, he felt Blaine heat up and felt the influx of blood beneath his mouth.
"Fuck- Blaine- I can feel you pulsing."
Blaine shied away, curling in a little more on himself; but Kurt held Blaine's hips securely, and tightly, lovingly took hold of his left hand- not letting him move away. He pressed his lips to the ring of muscle and closed his eyes, focusing in on the steady pump of blood; the flex and release of strength against his lips. The beat on his mouth matched the one in his hand.
Blaine's heartbeat.
The realization was cheesy but so poetic- that Blaine's heart encompassed his entire body, his full being. No matter what part of Blaine he touched, Kurt knew it was reaching his heart.
The searing warmth, steady beat, and heart full of love added up and overthrew Kurt, causing the crushing need to taste, take over. He counted off the rhythm of flex and release, flex and release; Kurt dipped his tongue at the next relief of tension.
"Aauughh... shit!" Blaine panted, his lung capacity constricted by his position. He grappled for Kurt's left leg with his free hand and scratched down the plane of porcelain anchoring his right ribcage. "God, Kurt that's... mmmff... fantastic."
Kurt smiled and pressed his tongue in farther, twirling around inside and nipping at the flushed skin. Ever so slowly, Blaine's body relaxed and opened up for him, allowing Kurt to thrust his tongue in and out, in and out in warm, wet repetitions. It was empowering and unforgettable to see Blaine fall apart beneath him- so much closer to him this way, than when he'd been sprawled out before him early that morning. He thrusted and licked with vigor, trying different angles and curves, flicking his tongue and flexing it straight and solid to figure out what Blaine liked best.
Just when Blaine thought he couldn't take anymore and needed something else, something bigger, Kurt eased Blaine's body back down to the bed and rested Blaine's legs out at his sides, knees bent.
"It's a good thing you're so flexible. Your acrobatic tendencies turned out to be very useful."
Blaine giggled; breathless. "I never thought I'd be this grateful for my ability to do the splits."
"Mmm thank you for unknowingly improving our budding sex life," Kurt complimented with a grin.
Blaine reached out for Kurt's face and he obliged, leaning forward and down, "Thank you for taking full advantage."
After a biting, rough kiss, Kurt removed his underwear and grabbed the lube that Blaine had discarded at his side, in ecstasy. He put a bit on the pad of his thumb and pressed against Blaine's ass, sliding up his perineum, and back down in small circles. Blaine's pulse was getting stronger, his legs writhing at Kurt's sides. Kurt added a dollop of lube to his index finger and carefully eased it in, patiently letting Blaine's body relax around each new centimeter. With another dab of lube and a bit more persistence, a second, and then a third
finger stretched and soothed, relieved and sated. Kurt teased with a few brushes, and then a few hard presses, into Blaine's prostate. Once the volume of Blaine's voice was as loud as the music they usually blasted in Kurt's car, Kurt gently removed his fingers. He wiped them on the designated "Love towel," and reached for Blaine.
"Okay Baby, can you sit up?"
Blaine breathed heavily, making an effort to pull oxygen into his lungs. He was altogether satisfied and needy, lethargic and overcome. "Mm-mm."
"Yes you can, c'mon." Kurt pacified.
With a little help, Blaine sat up in front of Kurt. Kurt noted swiftly that Blaine's need to be close to him was so strong that they'd end up cuddling or just going missionary if he didn't hurry up. Kurt grabbed the book and flipped to the correct page. After scanning the contents, he dog-eared it and set it down. Kurt brought his knees together and sat on his ankles.
"Bee, scoot closer please, and straddle me."
Blaine's smile was soft and fuzzy on the edges as he inched closer to Kurt, eventually resting his butt on Kurt's knees. Kurt lubed himself up generously, and wiped his hand once again on the towel- and tossed it and the lube on the floor.
"Okay I want you to lift your butt and sit on me." "Like sit on you?"
"Yes. I'll help."
Blaine moved even more forward until his torso was flush with Kurt's chest and his legs spread open, and wrapped behind Kurt's back. They fumbled a bit and felt around for each other until Kurt had his hand on Blaine's entrance and lined it up
with his head.
"Okay Sugar, ease yourself down."
Blaine set his hands on Kurt's shoulders for balance, and did as he was told. God it felt so different, so good this way. He'd loved filling Kurt up and making him crumble down to incoherent, overstimulated pieces; and now he understood why Kurt didn't want him to ever leave his body earlier that morning. Feeling Kurt within him, burrowing and creating sensations not just on the surface of him but in his body, was indescribable.
With the vertical position, and with Blaine in complete control, he was able to gradually relax at his own pace, and let Kurt in. Kurt held up well against his weight.
"Ohmygod, Kurt," Blaine whispered when he'd fully sat down. He felt filled to the top, overcome with nerves setting fire that had been long neglected. The spots where his thighs met Kurt's, were singing. His dick was tucked between his and Kurt's abs, giving delicious pressure and bits of friction as they shifted and adjusted to each other.
He wrapped his arms around Kurt and nuzzled his face. He extended his legs out and loosely wrapped them around Kurt's backside, resting his feet on the bed. His heart was full to overflowing. The intimacy and close proximity to each other that the position created, while beingone in body, was exquisite. Poignant. He wanted to stay in this moment forever and never move; stay wrapped up in their cocoon of love, and drown in the physicality and spirituality of it.
"Marry me?" Blaine whispered against Kurt's cheek, their foreheads settled against each other.
Kurt giggled, "Didn't you ask me that already?" "Marry me?" Blaine gently insisted.
"Of course," Kurt whispered back. He tucked his right hand just below Blaine's jaw and splayed his fingers out along the flushed skin. Blaine took the hint and tipped his mouth down to meet Kurt's. Lips plumped and tinged light pink. Breath fanned warm cheeks. Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's sides, tickling and teasing until he reached Blaine's ass. He cupped the compressed globes and trailed his hands along the underside of Blaine's thighs until they crossed behind his back.
Grounding his palms into the bed, Kurt tested the water with a little thrust of his hips. Blaine's mouth stilled around Kurt's bottom lip, and a sharp intake of air rushed into his lungs. The movement was slight, only just enough- but that made it all the more intense.
A purr rumbled through Blaine's chest. "Is that good?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah." Blaine wiggled his hips, eyes shut tight and jaw lax in response.
Kurt stretched up and kissed Blaine's closed eyelids, prompting Blaine to look down to him.
"I want to see you, Bee. Is that okay?"
Blaine smiled leisurely, "K."
Kurt thrust up again, giving a little more force, and Blaine's arms responded by gripping Kurt's shoulders; his throat vibrated louder.
It was hard to keep his eyes open, but he tried hard for his Love. Sky blue watched, enamored, as coffee browns came in and out of view, occasionally fluttering; draped in silky skin and midnight eyelashes.
Emboldened by Blaine's enjoyment, Kurt thrust in short,
strong strokes over and over, catching a rhythm that worked well for them both, and keeping it up until his thighs burned and pricked with strain.
The thick, unrelenting friction of Kurt's body against his erection, and the deep penetration to his ass, was heat and nerves, pressure and pleasure. Nothing else existed in this moment but Kurt, Kurt, Kurt.
Between substantial exhales and full inhales with a slack jaw, Blaine voiced on a few of Kurt's dives, "You're a god... You're Adonis, Kurt... god... bless it..."
Kurt smiled wide, gratified and proud, "Is that a new nickname?"
"Yes –gasp- god yes."
Kurt couldn't help loving wrecked, love-stoned, pleasured- Blaine. He didn't want this to end, and thankfully Blaine didn't either.
"I don't wanna come yet," Blaine hushed, clutching at Kurt's ribcage, trying to calm his body even though it was absolutely futile against the fuck and friction.
"Okay. Would you like to get into the position I picked? We're halfway there." Kurt asked while wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Though Kurt's hips weren't moving in wide, sweeping motions, the weight of Blaine on him, and the resistance he pressed up against to push up into Blaine, was one hell of a workout. If there was such a thing as sexercise, this was it.
Blaine bore into Kurt's eyes and nodded fervently. He hoped that it would relieve the tension that was curling and building within him, so he could hang on a little longer and sink further into Kurt's ministrations before he slid away into orgasmic bliss.
Responding to Blaine's confirmation, Kurt ran his palms from Blaine's elbows, back to the hands that rested behind Kurt's neck. Gathering them in his own, he held them tight while Blaine leaned back slowly, inch by inch, down into the mattress. Blaine's head and shoulders now rested on the bed, his mussed hair cradled with pillows; his back arched up in the air. Kurt opened his legs to settle Blaine's ass between them, and leaving Blaine's thighs to continue resting on top of his own. Rather than having Blaine hold up some of his weight by leveraging his feet into the bed, Kurt told him to extend his legs and relax his weight fully onto Kurt.
Once they shifted and steadied into the position, Blaine let out a moan.
Kurt rubbed his palms from knees to thighs, and rolled Blaine's balls in his hands. "How are ya doing, Bee?"
Blaine's chest seized at the contact. He grunted out, "You're definitely -mmmfff- tickling my throat-" Blaine could see the worry flash over Kurt's face, and he was quick to assure, "- and it's phenomenal."
Kurt moved his hips with a gentle rhythm, learning to use the immobility of the position as an advantage rather than a challenge. Once he felt he had the hang of it, he tried out different moves; pushing his hips into Blaine at left and right angles; pressing down with his hips as he thrust; and rolling up, up, up until Blaine was a thrashing, heaving, sweaty mess from the love his prostate was given.
Watching Blaine come undone was addictive. Kurt wanted to take him over the ledge, so he took Blaine in his hands and kept up his hip-rolls, while he imitated the massage that Blaine had given him that morning. It was swiftly effective. Just a few strokes into it, Blaine came, shooting up a few inches into the air. Had it not been so hot, Kurt absolutely
would have laughed at the sight of airborne sperm. Kurt held gently onto Blaine, anchoring him while he finished his release, and then Kurt focused on getting himself off.
The ledge came into view; he leapt; he fell.
Kurt collapsed backwards into bed. His head slotted between Blaine's legs. His hands found and held Blaine's feet.
"God thatwasamazing," Kurt praised, out of breath and limbs weightless.
"That was all you, Gorgeous. And you fucking nailed it."
Kurt swam through his haze of satiation to nip back, "You
mean- I nailed you?"
"Soundly," Blaine agreed.
They lay in a tangled, contorted heap for a long, quiet moment, letting euphoria pass over them and tuck them into blissful peace.
When life returned to Kurt's limbs, he sat up and maneuvered to the floor to grab the towel. The movement caused him to slip out of Blaine, eliciting a little whine of protest at the emptiness. An attentive hand softly wiped the absorbent cloth down Blaine's chest and stomach, removing the mess Blaine had left. When the towel was discarded, Blaine reached for Kurt with both arms and tugged him down to cuddle.
"Oh boy I'm marrying a post-orgasm cuddler," Kurt noted with teasing sarcasm.
Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead, "You bet you are. You're going to be the most loved, sated, cuddled man in all of existence."
Kurt was all out of wit, and full of love. "Thank you," he voiced, smiling and eye alight.
A bejeweled hand tickled and touched its way through Blaine's
chest hair. He looked down to the source of the sparkle in the dim candlelight, and was reminded that Kurt was betrothed. To him.
Blaine brought the hand up and kissed Kurt's ring finger. Holding the hand to his cheek, he offered, "Round three?"