“Baby, you feel so good,” he whispered against Kurt’s neck, and all Kurt could do was groan in agreement. He felt amazing. They both took in shaky breaths, doing all they could to keep themselves from collapsing. Blaine held still, buried inside Kurt, pressing firmly on his prostate, making him buck forward involuntarily. Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist, binding them together as he rubbed Kurt’s cock slowly, running his thumb over the head, stroking firmly and deliberately back down to the base. It was torturously good, and Kurt had to snap his hand back over his mouth so they wouldn’t wake Eliza. They almost felt like teenagers, sneaking around so nobody could hear them, and it had become a challenge. Blaine liked to push Kurt as far as he could until they both wanted to scream; they usually did anyway, muffling their voices on each other’s skin or the bedding, but tonight Kurt had to bite his lip and stay silent, and Blaine knew it.

He started to roll his hips again, agonisingly slowly, easing himself out of Kurt inch by inch, constantly whispering in his ear, ‘you’re so beautiful, Kurt; tell me what you want’, to which Kurt could only reply ‘you, more, please’. Blaine obliged, pulling Kurt’s head back and snapping his hips forward, slamming into him, burying himself completely in a second. Kurt let out a low, guttural moan as his head rested on Blaine’s shoulder. He reached back to tangle his fingers in Blaine’s hair as he started to move faster. Kurt bit hard onto his lip as he was filled up over and over, Blaine’s chest tight against his back, his hands caressing his stomach, his thighs, and joining his own hand as it stroked his cock. They both slid down and back to knead Kurt’s ass and pull his cheeks apart, allowing him to fuck into him quickly and roughly, the rhythm messy, the whispers of ‘fuck, yes, I’m, I, oh-’ slurred and desperate.

Blaine clamped his mouth shut to muffle his whines as he came, his entire body quaking, his head falling forward onto Kurt’s spine. He pressed clumsy kisses to his skin as he reached his own orgasm, reaching back to grab at Blaine’s hips, locking them together. A shiver ran through his body and they both slumped forward, wrapped up in each other, before collapsing onto the mattress in a heap of sweat and come. They lay together across the bed, Kurt smiling and dizzy while Blaine leaned over him to lick his hand and stomach clean. He propped himself up on his elbow and kissed him slowly. Kurt’s leg instantly started to wrap around his waist, and he stroked his thigh, moving his lips down across his jaw, neck and chest until his mouth was next to his hand, kissing and adoring every inch of Kurt’s skin. This was when it was easy to be silent. When nothing was pleasurable to the point of painful ecstasy, when it was just them and the darkness, they loved to absorb each other quietly with kisses and touches and delicate whispers of ‘perfect’ and ‘love you’. Blaine moved back up to Kurt’s face, cupping his cheek gently. He kissed him again, the taste of sweat and come mingling on their tongues as they twisted together. Even when their mouths parted, their noses and foreheads and eyes were still connected. Blaine let out a hum of contentment and Kurt smiled up at him, taking a deep breath.

“It’s sweet when you do that.”

Blaine kissed his cheek and the corner of his mouth. Even when they could barely move, he never wanted to stop kissing him, touching him, loving him.

“Do what?”

Kurt brought his hand up to push Blaine’s hair back from his face.

“I don’t know. The way you look at me. S’nice.”

Blaine grinned and kissed along his jaw and up to his ear lobe, grazing it with his teeth, before whispering into his ear and sending another shiver coursing over his skin.

“I do that all the time. My Kurt face. All for you.”

They didn’t care that they weren’t making a lot of sense; they barely noticed. They were too busy enjoying their dizzy post-sex haze, and as Blaine moved towards Kurt’s neck again they both knew they wouldn’t get any more coherent any time soon. Suddenly, Kurt surged forward, kissing Blaine deliberately, almost forcefully. It took Blaine by surprise but he didn’t resist, letting Kurt roll him over and explore his mouth with his tongue. He felt Kurt smiling into the kiss as he slowed down, pulled away and rested his cheek on his chest. Kurt closed his eyes and entwined his fingers with Blaine’s.

Blaine frowned and lifted his head up to look down at him. He kissed his hair before letting his head flop back onto the bed, stroking his back absent-mindedly.

“What was that for?”

Kurt didn’t move his head.

“Do I need a reason?”

“Of course not; I just wanted to see if it was something I did. I’ll make sure I do it again.”

Kurt hummed against Blaine’s chest in agreement, kissing the bumps of his ribcage.

“In that case, it was for everything you did tonight. Do all of that again, a lot.”

Blaine laughed.

“Noted.”

“Blaine?”

“Hmm?”

“I want us to have another baby.”

Blaine raised his eyebrows and his hand froze mid-stroke on Kurt’s back.

“Another?”

“Yeah. That’s what you say when you already have one and you want one more. An. Other.”

Blaine smiled and tightened his grip on Kurt’s torso.

“We already have one?”

Kurt lifted his head up, resting his chin on Blaine’s chest so he could look into his eyes.

“Yes we do. Blaine, you’re as much her father as I am. You know that, don’t you? I mean, I’ve only known her a couple months longer than you, and she didn’t do much then, to be honest. She’s yours.”

“She’s ours.” Blaine’s hand came up to stroke Kurt’s hair. “And yeah, I knew, but it’s nice to hear you say it.”

“Good. So. Another one. What do you think?”

Blaine frowned, pretending to think about it.

“I don’t know. I’m a traditional guy; I’m not sure if I could do it out of wedlock.”

Kurt’s eyes widened and he pushed on Blaine’s chest, raising himself up.

“Wait. What?”

“I actually had a whole thing planned, but-” he rolled out from underneath Kurt, sitting up and reaching to the back of the drawer of his nightstand. Kurt watched, awestruck, as he pulled out a small black box. He slipped off the bed and knelt next to it. He looked down at himself. “Is it wrong to do this naked?”

Kurt sat up, trying to catch his breath between surprise and laughter.

“You’ve done some of your best work naked. It’s fine.”

Blaine took a deep breath and opened the box, revealing a delicate silver band, laying a hand on Kurt’s knee to steady himself.

“Okay, um. Kurt. I’m still dizzy. But that isn’t just from what we just did. It is a little bit, but it’s also because you make me dizzy. You always have, and I don’t think it’s ever going to stop, so I’ll never be able to do this really well, not as well as you deserve, but I’m gonna try anyway.”

Kurt reached down to lay his palm on Blaine’s cheek.

“You don’t have to; you know I’m going to say-”

Blaine shushed him and put a hand over his mouth. Kurt swallowed and pulled his hand away, nodding to promise to let him finish. He held Blaine’s hand in his own, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles softly.

“No, no, I do have to. I want to. I- you. It’s you. You do something to me. When I’m with you, when I’m just thinking about you, I feel so happy. Being here with you and Eliza, it was just supposed to be a job, a place to live, but now it’s home. You’re my home. Both of you, you’re my family, my heart, my whole world, and I want it to be like this all the time. I want you forever. Nobody else makes me feel so good or laugh so hard, and whatever happens, I want you to know that I’m always going to be here when you come home, and when Eliza’s grown up, and however many more kids we have, because yes, of course I want more, but when they’re all out in the world and it’s just you and me, nothing would make me happier. I want everything for us. I just want us and you and this because I love you. I love you so much, Kurt.”

He took a deep breath, dropping his face onto their joined hands and laughing because it was supposed to be much more beautiful than that, there was going to be flowers and food and music and he wasn’t going to be naked, but he appreciated that Kurt was, and this wasn’t how he wanted it to happen, but he knew that wasn’t always how things worked. If all plans worked out, he wouldn’t be here.

All he knew was that he was so in love with Kurt that if he didn’t promise him everything right now he’d regret it. He realised Kurt was smiling at him, biting his lip as a tear ran down his cheek. He felt Kurt’s thumb wiping away a tear he didn’t know he’d cried.

“I love you too,” he whispered.

“Marry me.”

“Okay.”

Kurt slid off the bed and fell to his knees in front of Blaine, letting the ring drop to the floor as he kissed him. The ring didn’t matter. All he cared about was in his arms, giving him the world, and all he wanted to do was share it with him.