Not a prompt, because I'm really, really too tired to write one. So here's fluff I had lying around.
The next chapter of YTOM (which you guys asked me to continue already after I abandoned it ruthlessly) is the second drabble I uploaded today, and that's because it's pretty… heavy, and I'd rather not post fluff after it.
IMPORTANT!
I'm going away between the 13th and the 23 of July.
You already know the drill- two drabbles per day until the 12th, on which three drabbles will be posted.
Kill Me Softly
Blaine was tired. He didn't like to think after an orgasm, and he just had two, very powerful ones, pulled out of him with Kurt's beautiful touch; tender and caring and loving and perfect.
Kurt was lying on top of him, kissing his neck, and gently massaging his scalp. He was so pretty Blaine felt like squealing with joy- his skin was milky white and there were freckles all over his face and throat and back, and he was glowing with happy.
Blaine was happy, too. He had Kurt in his arms, sleepy mind and a warm bed, and he never asked for more than this.
He tried to lift his hand to stroke Kurt's ruffled hair- but his hand didn't move. Too tired. He wanted to move his hand, focused his entire strength on it, but it just twitched lightly and stilled.
"Kurt," he murmured.
"Yes, sweetie?" purred Kurt by his ear. Oh god, his voice. His velvet voice. God.
"I think you broke me."
Kurt's soft laughter and the gentle jerks of his body as he laughed filled Blaine's mind, and he fell asleep perfectly content, with the lullaby of Kurt against him.
Okay HOLD UP.
I totally, completely fucked up the counting. Again. I'm an awful person (and I really shouldn't be doing this so late). Um. So #200 is tomorrow? Together with #199, of course, and then on Friday #201, #202 and #203. I think.
Anyways, everything until I leave will be either prompts or another chapter(s?) of YTOM.