slightestwind:

Anonymous asked: prompt! first time Blaine sees Kurt sleeping in fully naked.
(aka the first time Blaine sees Kurt’s butt, during the summer between s2 and s3. PG-13.)

(klaine firsts prompt meme)

“Blaine,” Burt says after he opens the door and lets Blaine in, and Blaine hums his hello, shoving his hands into the pockets of his shorts before he starts to fidget. “It’s summer, what the hell are you doing here so early instead of sleeping in?” His voice is rough with sleep but kind, and Blaine smiles.

“Kurt and I are going to get coffee. Is he, um—”

“He’s upstairs, go ‘head,” Burt says, nodding, and Blaine gives Burt an awkward wave before hurrying up the stairs. He knocks twice with no answer before just pushing the door of Kurt’s bedroom open, and his breath catches once he realizes Kurt is still in bed, bare shoulders peeking out from under the thin sheet covering him.

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leapingleezard:

The Morning After is not quite what Sebastian expected it to be. Granted, he’s had his own share of Morning After’s, and he had guessed that this one would be similar to the ones that he had with his other boyfriends. One of them wakes up first, has the awkward should-I-move-shit-what-if-I-wake-him-maybe-I-should-just-stay-here-fuck-I-have-to-piss-maybe-I-should-get-up decision to make, and eventually chooses to suffer in uncomfortable awkwardness until the other wakes up, get up and risk bothering him, “accidentally” wake him, or purposely wake him up with a nice morning blowjob. Of his (admittedly few) Morning After’s, none have ever really started like this.

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asdreamsmaycome:

“Now your shirt.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said,” Hunter emphasized, “Now. Your. Shirt.”

Sebastian grinned, his arms crossed in front of him not to be intimidating but to be smug. He watched Blaine nervously glance over his shoulder at the students passing by on their way to class.

He couldn’t just- not here- not with everyone watching.

“Now!” Hunter demanded more firmly.

Blaine grit his teeth, staring defiantly up at the Head of the Warblers, the rest of the members shifting anxiously, eagerly, behind him. Blaine hadn’t transferred to Dalton to be the bottom of the food chain. He was a leader. He had skill. They couldn’t just haze him like some naive little freshman.

Blaine glanced at Nick, at Jeff, then at Sebastian. His ex-boyfriend’s eyes flared, in challenge but also in support. He wanted this. But he also knew how much Blaine wanted this. Blaine lifted his hands to the button at his throat, fidgeting only slightly over the bared hollow as his fingers slipped down to the next button. He let his hands trickle down his sides to the hem of his sweater vest and pulled it over his head quickly before returning to the row of buttons.

He was proud of himself for not shaking when he finally stripped himself bare. It had been too long since last he was looked upon in such a way, but the thrilling of his pulse kept his back straight and his knees locked.

Hunter’s head tilted, examining Blaine’s freshly shaved chest and the slight softness of his belly. Like he said, it had been too long. He’d need to start back at the gym in the morning.

“And the rest.”

The Warblers twittered happily as Blaine set immediately to undoing his belt. It wasn’t long before he had the familiar feel of varnished wood beneath his knees, his chin pressed to his collarbone, cool air raising goosebumps on his naked skin.

“Yes, Sir.”

missbeizy:

Uh, fluff.  Not quite sure where this came from.  :)  Kurt and Blaine reminisce about “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”.

Kurt circles the posh leather sofa with a fond, faraway look in his eyes. “Oh my god, I feel like—has this place shrunk?”

Blaine laughs, hands in his pockets, and completes a turn around the Dalton choir room.  Their voices echo off of the high ceiling. “I don’t think I’ve grown that much taller, but you sure have.” He shrugs. “I guess when you’ve lived in New York City a place like this seems kind of small.”

Maybe, Kurt thinks.

“I dunno,” he replies.  It’s easy to brush it off like that, but he has some very fond memories of Dalton.  Fond enough to bring them back here to plan their engagement party.  They’ve rented the lobby and the main ballroom for the big event. “This place was a refuge, for a short but very necessary time in my life.”

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missbeizy:

gigisplanet requested: “Kurt and Blaine having quiet sex in an unexpected location while Rachel is pottering around the apartment?”

Not sure about the “quiet” part, but…here you go.  ;)

“Shh,” Kurt hisses, then giggles, burying his face against the crook of Blaine’s neck.  They’ve been in the bathroom for a while now, brushing their teeth and washing their hands and trying desperately to shake off the buzz of the alcohol that’s been making them trip all over each other since they walked home from the bar.

Blaine is in New York and Blaine is living with them and Blaine sleeps in his bed at night and his life is the best life ever.  Blaine still loves him, and he still loves Blaine, and that is all he needs, okay?  All.  Life is awesome, and can only get awesomer.  Awesomest?

Blaine laughs into his shirt and he guesses he’s been saying all of this shit aloud because Blaine is really very amused, shaking with the effort of quieting down.  As the drinks leave their system Kurt has gotten progressively more bendy and Blaine has gotten progressively more handsy.

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atticrissfinch:

fic: pushing right out your seams — part of the beast won’t go to sleep ‘verse (bp!blaine/collegeroommate!klaine) 

Warnings/Kinks: mild exhibitionism, masturbation in a moving vehicle, dirty talk, brief slut-shaming, references to double penetration and toy usage

Summary: Kurt and Blaine are on a roadtrip to Lima, and Blaine gets bored.

“Hey, I love that song!” Blaine protests as Kurt fiddles with the radio dial and leaves it on some poppy electronica tune that he’s always liked.

“You couldn’t even hear it through the static!” Kurt defends, latching his hand back onto the wheel.

“I could hear it, Sir Bitchington.” Kurt sees Blaine pouting out of the corner of his eye, folding his arms over his stomach in defeat.

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iconicklaine:

“You play beautifully,” Kurt said, standing at the edge of the piano. He’d watched him on and off all night, the ridiculously handsome pianist hired for the launch party.

“Thank you so much,” the man replied, offering up a 1,000-watt smile. “Do you have any requests?”

“Oh, I… maybe a standard? It feels like an Irving Berlin night.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

He edged in closer as the pianist finished a bright classical piece Kurt could not place. After a short pause, he heard the first melancholy notes of “What’ll I Do.” 

Kurt raised one eyebrow and leaned in. “That kind of Irving Berlin night, is it?” 

“You wanted something with more pep? Maybe ‘Steppin’ Out with My Baby?’ Or—”

“No, this is lovely. Sad, but lovely.”

The man smiled again and said, “Then I won’t sing. If you’re sad now, the lyrics will really do you in.”

“I know. It always makes me miss someone.”

“The one that got away?”

“No. The one I haven’t met yet.”

“I know what you mean. It’s like feeling homesick for a place you’ve never been, missing someone you know you’re meant to love.”

Kurt moved two steps closer and let the party fade into the background as he listened to the haunting song. More than once he caught the man gazing at him, after which he would smile and look down at the keys. 

Halfway through the song he man said, “I’m not usually this forward, but all night I hoped you’d come over and talk to me.”

Kurt took a deep breath. “Perhaps it’s the hour, or the liquid courage, but I must tell you—some of the best New York stories start like this.”

“At a party in SoHo at two in the morning, soundtrack by Irving Berlin?” the man teased.

“A talented artist meets a handsome stranger—”

“Ah, that story. I’m flattered you think I’m talented, and you… you are most definitely handsome.”

Kurt blushed, something he thought he’d given up along with his Broadway dreams and romantic, cinematic fantasies about love and destiny. “No, that’s… you’re the handsome stranger in this scenario.”

“Nope. I think I got it right,” he said, all flirt and sincerity. He finished the song, and then said, ”So what happens next?”

“Hmm?”

“In the story?”

Kurt glanced toward the piano bench, and the man nodded. He sat down next to him and said, “Is it too early in the season for a Christmas song?”

“More Berlin? Only if you sing it with me.”

Kurt nodded. “I’m Kurt, by the way. Kurt Hummel.”

Their eyes locked; there was no handshake.

“Blaine Anderson,” he replied, holding Kurt’s gaze. “It’s lovely to meet you… finally.”

“Likewise.”

missbeizy:

Originally posted here as a prompt fill.  Reposting so that it can be rebloggable.  :)

Married!Klaine discussing everyday things while having sex.

“I don’t see the point of going to a CPA,” Kurt says, as Blaine kisses his neck slowly, carefully. “It’s not like we itemize yet, and—”

“Brian’s a friend of my dad’s. He has an office just down the street. I know it’s kind of overkill, but.” He shrugs, switching sides, working his lips up along Kurt’s beautiful neck to his ear, where he nips at the lobe and relishes the little breath that Kurt pushes out.

“Why pay him a hundred and fifty dollars to do our taxes when we can just go to H&R Block and paid a third of that?” He sighs. “Mm, higher.”

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endofadream:

your naked magic, oh dear lord—Kurt and Blaine jerk off to their own sex tape (as prompted here).

~4,200k

“Let’s make a sex tape.”

It’s the last thing Kurt would have expected Blaine to say while Kurt’s pants and underwear are down around his thighs and Blaine’s palm is broad over his straining cock. He sits up with a “What?” that sounds a lot less incredulous than he feels, and he struggles to catch his breath as Blaine looks at him with wide, earnest eyes, the pupils dilated and dark.

“Let’s make a sex tape.” Blaine says it again, lips curling around the words like they’re a particular delicacy. He squeezes Kurt’s cock and Kurt can’t help but groan and arch into it. “No one’s going to be home for hours.” He leans in, trails his tongue along the shell of Kurt’s ear, and Kurt shivers, swallowing audibly as Blaine whispers, “And I really, really want to see what I look like with your cock buried in my ass.”

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glitterdammerung:

The Varied Stages Of Something Unlikely ‘verse: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5a | 5b | 6 | Interlude

It’s a Saturday when things start to get weird.

When Sebastian walks into the door of Sweets every Saturday, he’s used to seeing Adam. Adam, with his tousled hair concealed under a fluffy paper hat thing - he must be the only person in the world who makes that look adorable - in the kitchen of the bakery, waving and smiling cheerfully from his position elbows deep in some kind of dough. He takes a moment or two to get the baking situation under control and then he comes around the counter, playfully jostling elbows with Natasha or Will on the cash register before he greets Sebastian with a kiss and a chocolate croissant.

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