There's an ancient tumblr proverb that says "to your dear ones, dedicate the dirtiest of smut" so Sofia Michelle, hi! Thank you for all the comments recently, it means the world to me and I do read all of them :)
Also, I'm leaving town tomorrow, so I'll post tomorrow's drabble before I leave, and I'll be back in exactly a week, on Friday. I really hope I'll have some wifi and a bit of time to post, but that's never guaranteed.
Anyhow, without further ado, smut!
Success
"You gonna fuck me, beautiful?"
Blaine pants in his ear, moaning and thrashing. "Want you so bad, Kurt, I want you so bad, please, oh god, Kurt."
With two fingers inside himself, Kurt makes a lewd noise and licks Blaine's neck. "God, you're sexy when you beg. But I'm not sure you're desperate enough yet."
He whines, high-pitched and wild, pulling hard against the cuffs linking his wrists to the headboard. "Please, please, Kurt! Need you need you need you- ungh," he mewls when Kurt presses their cocks together. "Want you riding me, need to feel you around my cock, please."
Kurt bites down, marking, and Blaine melts into the sheets. "Beautiful," whispers Kurt. "Mine."
"Yes, yours, yes, and you're mine yes all mine I'm all yours-" Blaine stops breathing when Kurt positions himself over his cock. "Ahhh-" he exhales when Kurt sinks down slowly. "Oh, oh god Kurt I'm not gonna last."
"Good. I want all that come inside me, dripping and wet," he sucks a kiss into Blaine's throat, making a loud pop when he pulls off. Blaine whimpers. "Come inside me, beautiful."
It only takes a few short thrusts, Kurt sliding up and down Blaine's cock, and Blaine's body seizes up; he throws his head back, moaning in time with the spurts of come shooting inside Kurt, who shudders and whispers praises in his ear- so good to me, beautiful, amazing, such a good boy fucking me like that, letting me use your cock, so good, so sexy for me…
Eventually, Blaine relaxes into what can be subspace or a sleepy haze, so Kurt pulls off and smiles at him, gently kissing his slightly spread lips. He carefully undoes the cuffs and sets them aside. Then he lies down, pulling Blaine to his chest and covering him with a blanket.
He's suddenly hit with the realization of how much his cock aches, and lets himself indulge on the feeling for a moment. Either Blaine will be up soon and want to help him out, or he'll sleep into the night and Kurt can always go jerk off in the shower while thinking of his incredibly sexy husband.
Either way, both men are satisfied, and the night is cheerfully declared a success.