For a post from Imagine Your OTP: "Imagine your OTP making out. At one point, Person B moves their lips to Person A's neck. Person A is so pleasured and surprised by this, they let out a high pitch squeal… Which causes Person B to burst out with laughter, completely ruining the sensual mood."

Yup, you guessed it- early!Klaine! :D

Laugh As We Kiss

Kurt's lips. Oh god, they're heaven. They're soft and teasing and Blaine could kiss them for hours. He doesn't want to ever stop looking at them and touching them and tracing them with his fingers dreamily. When they touch his, he can't breathe right and his head goes dizzy.

And don't even get him started on Kurt's tongue. It's tantalizing, licking into his mouth and caressing his teeth and his lower lip and dancing with his own tongue in such an arousing way he wants to scream out of joy.

The worst part is not being able to touch. He wants to grip Kurt's waist or ass and haul him forward to rut against him and kiss him until they both come, he yearns for it, feels the need for it in the pit of his stomach.

The best part is that Kurt never stops until the very last second, and once they're a bit more cooled down he'll pounce again, and maybe he'll carefully straddle Blaine and just kiss him until they're both insane.

"Kiss me," he begged one night, when homework was long forgotten and warm bodies were snuggled in a cozy bed. "Kurt, please, please kiss me-"

And Kurt did; he kissed him until the air ran out of his lungs, until down was up and up was down, until their lips were tingly and swollen.

Kurt's lips pulled away from his, and he whined, eyes still closed, and leaned in to try and catch them. They landed on his nose, and Kurt giggled. He smiled and let Kurt kiss his face, his flushed cheeks and nose and his jaw line and oh fuck, Kurt's lips were edging downwards, crawling onto Blaine's neck, and if he knew kissing Kurt could feel like this he wouldn't have wasted all those stupid months of knowing Kurt and not making out with him every waking moment.

Kurt sucked then, and Blaine moaned, dirty and low and he hoped Kurt didn't hear but knew he did, and didn't care because Kurt's pair of heavenly lips was on his skin, sucking his skin and he was really, really hard- and then Kurt let his tongue lick over a recent hickey, and Blaine squealed loudly, his back arching up.

And then Kurt was laughing, burying his face in Blaine's shoulder.

"Why are you laughing at me?" Blaine breathed, mind still fuzzy.

Kurt was wheezing with laughter, shaking on top of Blaine.

"Keep kissing me," he whined.

Kurt just laughed harder, snorting a little and gripping Blaine's biceps. "I'm sorry, honey," Kurt managed between shaky breathes and bursts of laughter. "You just made that noise and I-" he started laughing again, loud and deep.

"No fair," Blaine frowned. "Wanted to kiss you."

Kurt just giggled again into his collar bone.