threepwillow:

Yep.

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The insides of Kurt’s thighs are taut and thick with tension, quivering uncontrollably just so deep down in the muscle, minute but clearly visible through the thin, smooth skin. Blaine rubs the tiniest of circles into his perineum with his thumb and try as he might, Kurt can’t stop the tremors from increasing.

“Mmm, there,” Kurt murmurs, his voice breathy as his eyes loll shut and his shoulders squirm delightedly against the bedspread. His chin and chest arch toward the ceiling and he’s smiling, and inside of him Blaine twists and rolls the four fingers of his right hand. Blaine leans down and presses a kiss to the inside of his knee, his eyelashes tickling at the skin there in a way that sends a wonderfully flirty little shiver up Kurt’s spine.

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