A/N: This probably works out as the dirtiest thing I've ever written..hell, I made Claire blush, so, ya know, proud!

Rated M for dirty talk, without the actual smut though :)

Happy Belated Easter :)

"I've hidden an egg somewhere." Blaine whispered, hot and heavy in Kurt's ear. "And it's up to you to find it…"

Kurt snorted with laughter, curling in on himself and away from Blaine as he tried to resist the tremors that took over his body. Blaine frowned, leaning up on his elbow, glaring at Kurt who was now practically rolling around the bed.

"I'm sorry…but that was just…" he gave himself a moment to laugh again, shaking his head with mirth. "That was truly horrible."

Blaine pouted, glancing down at his hands. "You told me I had to work on my dirty talk!"

Kurt snorted.

"Yeah, but Easter eggs? Seriously Blaine? Don't ever…don't ever invite food into the equation unless it's spreadable" he shook his head with a laugh, and Blaine had to bite back a 'you're spreadable' comment. "That's just gross."

Blaine looked horrified. "I didn't actually put a…in my…" he shook his head. "Yuck!"

Kurt shook his head with a small laugh. "You're such a dork."

Blaine just grinned, shifting forward and pulling Kurt into a hug, flush against his body so Kurt was facing him. "As dorky as I am, it's Easter, and that means we get to celebrate."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Celebrate? What, the resur-"

"The best way I know how to celebrate, is with sex…"Blaine cut him off, not letting him finish the possibly insulting remark.

Kurt laughed again, wriggling out of Blaine's grasp.

"Have you forgotten that we're supposed to be having lunch with Dad and Carole?"

"Kurt!" Blaine whined, reaching out for him with grabby hands.

Kurt kissed him gently, trying to soothe his disappointment. "Rain check?"

"You're going to make me wait until we get home, aren't you?" Blaine pouted, grinding up against Kurt, letting him feel the hardness in his pyjama pants.

Kurt stuck his tongue out at him, wriggling away again and pulling the sheets off.

"Think of this as an advantage to you." Kurt grinned cheekily. "It gives you a chance to work on your dirty talk."

^.^

"You know that bunny at the dinner table?" Blaine breathed into Kurt's ear as soon as they got home. "I bet we could've-"

"What did I say about food?" Kurt quickly countered, closing his eyes and stepping away from Blaine. "You're supposed to turn me on, not off."

Blaine pouted with a frustrated groan, stepping away and running his fingers through his hair. "Oh my God, I feel stupid."

Kurt smirked. "Now you know how I felt during 'Animal'."

Blaine laughed shaking his head, sighing in defeat. "Can't we just fuck until you can't move?"

Kurt's eyes widened, his eyes darkening. Those eight words sent all the blood rushing to his cock.

"There you go." He breathed, biting his lip and almost looking at Blaine proudly.

Blaine's eyes narrowed in realisation, his eyes dancing down Kurt's body to the obvious strain in his jeans.

"So what if I said I wanted to fuck you against the wall? It's so much closer than the bedroom." Blaine's voice had quietened dangerously, and Kurt gulped nervously, his breath quickening. "It doesn't even have to be the wall." Blaine continued, watching Kurt's reactions to know when he was doing the right thing. "There's so many options in this room... I could fuck you bent over the couch, or the table..."

"Blaine…" Kurt whispered, biting his lip slightly, shifting uncomfortably.

"We could do it on the kitchen floor." Blaine breathed, stepping closer. "And then every time someone walked into the kitchen, we would know that they're stepping on the exact place we-"

"Shh." Kurt guided him. "Don't go there."

"Um…" Blaine tripped over his words a little, trying to find the right place to start. "What if I tie you up then?"

"Mm." Kurt nodded, pulling Blaine so they were flush against each other. "Keep going."

"Lick you up and down…teasing and taunting. But you wouldn't be able to touch me…you'd be straining at the bindings…"

Kurt let out a small moan, his hips twitching.

"I'd lick you everywhere…over your pe-"

"No, don't call it that…" Kurt steered him, and Blaine nodded, quickly picking up where he left off.

"All over your…dick?" Kurt nodded confirmation, and Blaine continued. "I'd suck you down, letting you fuck up into my mouth…just the way you like it."

Kurt moaned again, drawing him closer so Blaine could feel the hardness against his own aching erection.

"I'd swallow you all down…you'd love that so much…" Kurt moaned an affirmative, his hands roaming down Blaine's body. "Then I'd kiss you. Slow and deep...letting you taste yourself on my tongue, in my mouth…"

Kurt's legs buckled involuntarily, and he whined against Blaine's throat, where he had tucked his face to hide the violent blush creeping up his face.

"Bed." He panted. "Bedroom."

"Nuh-uh." Blaine growled into his ear, pushing him down so they ended up on the floor. "Right here." Blaine nuzzled up his neck, giving him a few quick kisses before continuing. "You know what I'd do then?"

His fingers danced along Kurt's chest – the boy was clinging to Blaine as they sat, listening to him talk with breathy moans.

"What?" he breathed, starting to slowly rock against Blaine's thigh.

"I'd leave you there. Tied up and spent…"

"Noo…" Kurt whined, his eyes closing.

"I'd come back though. When you're half-asleep. I'd come back and take you again – riding you, from the beginning….because I'd have been downstairs. Opening and stretching myself…just for you…all for you…"

"Fuck."

It was that moment there, that Kurt realised he'd never complain about Blaine's dirty talk again.

A/N: I know, I know. That was horrible of me. I'll write you some smut later.