So I'll take the very slight respond as a sign that most of you don't like mindreader!Blaine all that much.
Um.
I wrote you some plot-less smut instead?
(P.S. tomorrow will have plot, fear not)
Burnt
"Kurt, Kurt!" Blaine panted, his hips twitching.
Kurt licked up his thigh, agonizingly slow, nuzzling Blaine's crotch. He looked up at Blaine, who was panting hard, gripping on his hair, pleading silently with a tug- of course, Blaine would never push Kurt down onto his dick. He was too much of gentleman to do so, and tonight Kurt decided to teach him a lesson. Or rather, tease him endlessly for it.
He moved to the other side of Blaine's erection, completely ignoring it, biting down on the soft skin, hoping it will bruise. Kurt stopped the jerk of Blaine's hips with a pair of strong hands.
"Kurt, I swear to god-"
Kurt lifted his head, letting his breath tickle Blaine's flushed cock when he spoke. "You need me, baby? Tell me how much." His gaze was sure and dirty, and way too smug.
"Fuck, I need- oh!" he gasped when Kurt went back to sucking another hickey onto the sensitive patch of skin right under Blaine's balls. "Need you so suck me, Kurt, ohshit."
Kurt could feel Blaine's fingers trembling in his hair when he leaned up, licking and nibbling right above Blaine's dick, letting it rub against his jaw and throat, smearing pre-come on smooth skin.
"Kuuuurt," hissed Blaine, shaking under his touch. "Stop teasing me!"
Kurt flashed him a smirk, then dived down to flick his tongue against the head of Blaine's cock, lapping up the bitter liquid.
"Kurt!" he called when he felt fingers fleeting, lightly stroking his balls.
And then Kurt swallowed him up completely, warm and wet and tight and sucking, and he cried out loud enough for the neighbors to hear, coming more forcefully than he had in months. He was so deep in pleasure, fucking Kurt's mouth for long minutes until he came down, gasping for air, slumping against the headboard.
"Cm'ere, you tease," Blaine mumbled, unable to move. Kurt crawled on top of him, kissing him deeply, dirty and bitter from come, before leaning to whisper into his ear. "Love you, my sweet, dapper boyfriend."
"Shutup," muttered Blaine. "Love you too."