A/N: Okay, a few things! First of all, a massively largely THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU to everyone who reviewed/favorited the last chapter and my other recent story, Post-Its. The feedback was amazing and made me so so happy :). So seriously, thank you so much, and please please please keep them coming! Secondly, I once again apologize for taking so long to update. I am crazy busy with school and finding time to write is hard. I'm actually in the middle of working on another, longer chapter for this story, but this idea just popped into my head today and I decided to write it so I could give you guys an update. The tone of this one is a little different - it's short and very smutty, but there's a little bit of fluff at the end. It's also set much farther along in their relationship than any of the other chapters have been so far. And it's randomly written in present tense, because I just felt like the scene demanded more immediacy. Not that you care at all. Sorry. One last thing... I'm thinking of writing a sequel to Post-Its. Thoughts? Okay, that's all I have to say. Enjoy :)
Blaine's hands clutch at Kurt's hips, fingers pressed so hard against the pale, delicate skin that there are sure to be bruises tomorrow.
"Leave bruises," Kurt breathes into Blaine's mouth, his voice hoarse and commanding as they stumble through Kurt's bedroom door.
They have half an hour, just half an hour alone before Blaine leaves for the week on a family vacation to Spain, and this is them making every second count.
"Kurt - " Blaine stammers, a note of hesitation in his voice, because even a year into their relationship he still feels the need to double check with Kurt about things like this.
"I want to see them every day that you're gone," Kurt purrs, grabbing the back of Blaine's neck and dragging him in for another searing kiss.
Their lips connect and God, Kurt's hot for it right now, his tongue swiping along the back of Blaine's teeth and his hands grabbing at Blaine's ass, pulling him impossibly closer.
There's no time for fooling around - they're hot and hard and down to 25 minutes, and Kurt needs to be fucked so thoroughly he can barely walk straight if he's expected to last an entire week without feeling Blaine's cock in his ass.
Shirts are ripped off unceremoniously, and Blaine drops a fleeting kiss to the skin over Kurt's heart before they're fumbling with belts and buttons and zippers. Kurt's breathing heavily and Blaine's hands are shaking but soon enough their pants and boxers are kicked off and they're grabbing at bare flesh as they trip towards the bed.
And then Kurt's bending over, face in the burgundy sheets and ass in the air, and God but he looks positively obscene right now. Blaine's so turned on he can barely see straight, because Kurt is too fucking sexy to be allowed and Jesus Blaine just wantswantswants. He has the lube on his fingers in a flash and he's pressing one, two, three into Kurt's tight hole, going as slowly and gently as the situation permits and watching Kurt squirm and hiss and buck beneath him.
His fingers brush over Kurt's prostate and now Kurt's hands are clawing at the sheets because he's desperate, desperate for Blaine, and fuck if that isn't the best feeling in the world. Blaine wishes they had more time because it's such a rare treat to see Kurt like this, helpless and needy and practically begging to be fucked, but the clock is ticking and there simply aren't enough minutes left for teasing.
"Fuck, Blaine, now," Kurt grinds out, his voice cracking as he shoves his ass back against Blaine's fingers.
And, well, there goes any thought of teasing, because Blaine's always been the more desperate one anyway, and he's about to come from the sound of Kurt's voice and the sight of his boyfriend splayed out in front of him, legs spread wide, hole stretched and waiting.
He slicks himself up and slides home, gasping at the sensation and the way Kurt moans when Blaine enters him. His hands come to rest on Kurt's hips, gripping harder than usual as he thinks back on Kurt's request.
Kurt rocks back and then they're moving, fucking, and it's so hot and so raw that Blaine wonders vaguely when his boyfriend turned into the fiendish sex god that is currently writhing beneath him.
"Fuck - "
"Kurt - "
"Harder - "
"Jesus - "
"Bruises, Blaine - "
"Oh my God - "
Blaine's fingers are digging into Kurt's flesh, and he knows it must be painful, but Kurt wants it, needs it, fucking loves it, and Blaine's not going to deny him that. Blaine's pumping harder now, and Kurt's rutting against the bed, and they're both sweaty and delirious and hurtling towards the edge -
Two shouts, one of Blaine's name and the other of Kurt's, as they come almost simultaneously, and then they're collapsed on the bed beside each other, panting and utterly spent.
When he has the energy, Blaine rolls Kurt on to his back and tugs him all the way on to the bed, eager to examine the damage he's done. Now that the haze of lust is lifting the old concerns are setting in, and he worries that he got too aggressive and hurt Kurt. The pads of his fingers graze gently over the skin of Kurt's hips, and he thinks he sees the outline of bruises beginning to form.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, looking up at Kurt guiltily.
"Don't be," Kurt reassures him, smiling as he runs a hand through Blaine's sweat-dampened hair. "It's exactly what I wanted."
Blaine presses a tender kiss to each of Kurt's hip bones and then crawls up the bed so they're face to face.
"I'm gonna miss you so much," he breathes, linking his fingers with Kurt's.
"Me too. But it's only a week. Just seven days."
"Too long," Blaine pouts, and Kurt hums in agreement.
"Let's hope these bruises last the whole time," Kurt says with a smirk. "I'm going look at them and think of you every time I get myself off."
Blaine groans and buries his face in Kurt's shoulder, because there's an image he's not going to be able to get out of his head for the next seven days.
A/N: I know this was a little more aggressive than the others, but I hope that didn't put anyone off. As always, reviews are lovely :)