Part IX of the You're Taking Over Me Series!
So far we have:
Save Me | Embrace Me | Await Me | Intoxicate Me | Leave Me | Dream Me | Forgive Me | Wake Me
Hallucinate Me
There's a body beneath his. A pair of hand roaming all over his skin. Warm, so warm and soft and swallowing him, taking his breath away.
He doesn't know how he got there.
He looks down and- there he is. Perfect, pale skin, hypnotizing glasz eyes, long, lithe legs that wrap around his back as he rocks his hips almost unconsciously, gasping at the sharp sensations.
"I want you, Blaine," Kurt murmurs against Blaine's neck through an open mouthed kiss. "Don't you want me? I want you. Every part of you. Even those scars," he kisses Blaine's wrist lightly, soothing numb, rough textured skin with a tongue that never falters. Blaine shivers. He can't speak- he is lost in the pleasure, the warmth and tenderness that are Kurt, who then grips him by the hips to push him deeper inside, moaning loudly.
He is so hot and tight inside that Blaine cannot stand it- it drives him crazy, sends every nerve ending in his body abuzz.
"When we're like this, does your height bother you?" Kurt asks with a stuttering breath. "I bet it doesn't. No need for boots or jacket. Just like this, just you and me…"
They kiss again and Kurt's mouth taste just the way it did that first time, like coffee and mint and something earthy, honey and sunshine that was simply Kurt. Blunt nails are scratching what will be angry red trails down his back, then go back up the other way and make him shudder.
"How could you ever think you're not beautiful?" whispers Kurt, his voice smooth like the silk of his skin. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen, and you're mine, oh," he pants with Blaine's next thrust into him.
"Your father was a fool to give you up," Kurt's nails are rough on his skin, and he's barely paying attention to what the man's saying. "But now you're only mine," he says in a tone that's almost malicious. Blaine groans as he snaps his entire body forward, to collide with Kurt's so delightfully.
"I love you," Kurt calls out, holding Blaine tight, making everything go hazed… "I love you!" he cries and—
Blaine jerked awake, one hand on his wet crotch and shivering under his heavy blanket.
Two words crossed his mind:
Dream.
Shit.
*Hides behind her laptop* Don't kill me! I'm too young to die!