A double drabble day? I say, why not!
It's smut, too ;)
After A Night Out
Blaine wakes up suaddenly, not realizing why at first.
"Blaaaine, wake u-ahh-p," Kurt whispers into his ear.
"Mm, Kurt, what-" he startles when Kurt's hands stroke down his chest to his belly. "Oh fuck." A thigh presses between his legs and he whimpers.
"Yeah," Kurt breathes, and Blaine chokes, grabbing onto Kurt's shoulders. "Yeah, baby, want me?"
His breath smells of alcohol, but he's so hot nevertheless and Blaine just can't resist. He ruts up against Kurt's touch and finds him just as hard as he is; he didn't have too much to drink, then.
"What did you even do at that party to get you this eager?" he breathes. "Should I be jealous?"
Kurt darts to bite his earlobe, and when their hips meet again he moans lewdly. "Got groped to all hell. Had to just stop dancing at some point. Rachel was drunk and wanted to make out so I fled. Think Santana got her."
Blaine can't really focus. His fiancé's body is warm and muscled and pressed against him, can you blame him for not being able to think?
"Uhh, fuck, Kurt, you're so hot like this. Haven't done it like this since Ohio."
Kurt grips his wrists and pushes them to the pillow, pinning them down. Blaine melts under him, grunting and thrusting his hips forward.
"Thought about you all night, baby. Wanted you dancing with me, you look so good when you dance- ah, ah, yes, ah, just like that!"
Blaine locks his legs around Kurt's waist, grinding upwards and rubbing their erections together. It's hot and dirty, bringing them both to the verge of an orgasm very quickly.
They kiss, open mouths and searching tongues and the occasional bite, breaths labored and hearts beating fast and erratic.
"Wanna come for you," Kurt whines. "Make me come."
Blaine smiles, and opens his mouth for another kiss as he slips a hand into Kurt's pants, rubbing dryly at his hole. Kurt moans, and comes suddenly, shuddering and rocking between Blaine's hand and hips; when he comes down enough to think, he grips Blaine's balls through his pants, rubbing at them and just below.
The heat that's been gathering in Blaine's stomach overflows and when Kurt presses just right, he shouts and spills into his pajama pants.
They lie, tangled and winded, for a long moment. Blaine releases his wrists from Kurt's palms and puts a hand in Kurt's hair, soothingly rubbing his scalp with the tips of his fingers. Kurt hums and curls into his chest.
"I need to shower," Kurt murmurs, sounding a lot more sober than before.
"I think I should probably shower, too," replies Blaine.
"We're not going to, though, are we?" Kurt giggles.
"Mm, probably not," he laughs. "A nap?"
"We're just gonna sleep the entire night if we fall asleep right now," Kurt says.
"Sleep, then?"
He huffs and kisses Blaine's sweaty neck. "Ew. But yeah, I don't feel like moving right now."
"Good." Blaine moves his hand to Kurt's neck and starts massaging there, melting the stress away.
"Night," Kurt says drowsily.
"Night, babe."