Sort of an exercise about using all the senses in a scene? I hope it's a nice read.
Senses
"Kurt?" asks Blaine.
"Mm, no, no talking. Cuddle time," Kurt sighs, settling his head more comfortably on Blaine's chest and wrapping a hand around his waist. He breathes in the musky scent of Blaine's skin; it has a deeper, salty tone of sweat now. Blaine's heartbeat is fleeting under Kurt's ear, gradually slowing down, calming and steady even when going faster than normal.
There's a bitter flavor in his mouth, still, but Kurt doesn't dread it when it's earned. He'll wash his mouth later, when his bones feel less like jelly. For now, he'll suffice with the warm pleasure brought from looking at his pale arm over Blaine's olive-toned skin, the sharp difference familiar and comforting.
Blaine starts humming a song that Kurt can't recognize, so he just listens and lets himself get lost in Blaine; his song and touch and scent and tan skin and long legs. Bliss bubbles up inside him, rushing through him from head to toe.
Kurt loves cuddle time.