Winged!Blaine, flying!smut, at last.
Challenge
"Have I ever told you," whispers Kurt against Blaine's neck as Blaine tries to stay focused on flying, "that you look gorgeous like this?"
He mumbles something unintelligible.
Kurt kisses the soft skin below his ear. He swallows.
"Fuck, Kurt, is that…"
"My dick? Why, yes," he giggles, clenching his legs tighter around Blaine's waist, rubbing on him a little.
"We can't have sex like this," Blaine says, but it sounds more like a challenge than anything else.
Kurt ruts his hips against Blaine's stomach. "But I want to."
He bites back a moan. "We're gonna crash. I'm going back," he says, and turns, flying quicker now that he's headed home.
"Bet I can make you come before we get home."
"Ohmigod, Kurt."
Without further ado, he shoves his hand down Blaine's pants. In the limited space he has, he squeezes and rubs as fast and rough as possible.
"Ohmigod, Kurt."
He comes in his pants five minutes later.