Settle
He will not settle for anything tonight, Kurt thought as he pushed Blaine backwards, slamming his lower back against the desk. He ripped off his underwear, eyeing giddily his growing erection.
"You're mine tonight," his voice is muffled against the heated skin. Blaine cried out, bucking up into his mouth when he swallowed him completely.
"Kurt- oh, oh god, Kurt!" wailed Blaine as Kurt's lips sucked around him deliciously.
They've done body-shots earlier that evening, and Kurt just couldn't resist tasting more. The flavor of alcohol on Blaine's already intoxicating skin did things to his body. Very, very good things.
Kurt stopped suddenly, rubbing against Blaine's skin as he rose to meet his lips. They've kissed a thousand times, yet every kiss took Blaine's breath away. He moaned deeply, thrusting his hips against Kurt's.
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me-" Blaine's voice was desperate, wanting, muffled in Kurt's lips.
"Turn around," Kurt hissed back, licking the beck of his neck when he did. "Where's the-?" Blaine pushed the bottle into his hand, trying to rub on the desk, looking desperately for more friction. Before he could move, Kurt's skilled fingers were stretching him painfully, and he squirmed and pushed back against them.
"Ready," he choked out seconds later. "Please, please…"
Kurt's reaction was a growl, coming from deep inside his chest. He took his fingers out and held Blaine in place as he began to fuck into him slowly, shivering at the loud moans and gasps he received.
Kurt was unconsciously babbling, whispering I love you and you're mine over and over again as he picked up his pace, thrusting deeper, stronger. He found Blaine's prostate then, and Blaine screamed so loudly the neighbors probably called the police, but neither of them could care less; Kurt's hand found Blaine's dick and he started stroking roughly, in sync with the forceful thrusts.
"K-Kurt," stuttered Blaine. "I- I think I'm going to-" his sentence was cut off by his own cry of pleasure and pain and love, which he stopped only to pant harshly.
Kurt, who was still thrusting with the last few drops of energy, finally came with a heated whisper of Blaine's name, trying to hold both of them up.
"We made a total mess," giggled Kurt as he came back to his senses, and noticed the ripped papers and the overall misplaced things around them.
"Mmm, don't really care," sighed Blaine happily, enjoying his afterglow.
Alright guys, I'm knackered. Heading to bed after a long day is always satisfying. Good night/evening/morning, wherever you are.
And a useful tip for all of you writers: do not try to write smut when you're tired like… well, like a tired person who had an overly-busy day. No comparison for that, really.