"Dare," Kurt says without missing a beat.  Blaine is still straddling his lap and he shifts a little beneath the weight.

Blaine bites his lip in amusement before reading, "‘Imitate what I sound and look like when I orgasm.'"

"You know what?  I think we can skip the game," Kurt says seriously, trying to tug Blaine back in for another kiss.

Blaine just leans back and moves until he is sitting next to Kurt on the couch.  He makes a wide gesture with his hand, "Go on.  Show me what I look like, Kurt."

Kurt leans forward and empties what is left of his glass, wiping at the corners of his mouth as he settles into the couch and looks at Blaine.  Blaine's features are set in a mixture of smugness, amusement, and curiosity.  Kurt sort of wants to wipe the cheeky little grin off of his face.

"Just remember, you brought this on yourself," Kurt takes a deep breath while Blaine settles back and folds his arms across his chest.

Kurt closes his eyes and tries to picture Blaine in the throes of ecstasy.  Normally such a thing is so beyond words and incredibly sexy but the setting is making Kurt unravel at the seams.  Suddenly inspired by When Harry Met Sally, he throws his head back, mimicking the way Blaine always seems to attempt to melt into the sheets.

Kurt goes through a mental checklist of all the things Blaine does: he bites his lip, grips whatever he can reach, breathes harshly, arches his back, digs his toes into the carpet, and last but not least, moans and keens like they don't have neighbors on the other side of paper-thin walls.

He actually sort of gets lost in it--all the while imagining Blaine beneath him as he copies the moment he still always excitedly anticipates--until he feels a hand on his knee and his eyes fly open to see Blaine staring at him wide-eyed with a mildly horrified look on his face.

"Please tell me I don't actually look like that," Blaine says in a small voice, clutching Kurt's knee tightly.

Kurt waits a little for his breathing to return to normal, "I may have exaggerated just a little.  But I think I got it right."  Kurt would like to think he knows by now.

"Oh, god," Blaine blushes and buries his face in his hands.  "That was like the least sexy thing ever."

"Oh, thanks," Kurt says sarcastically.

"No, no, I mean you look--god you look so good when you do your... thing.  But me?  Really?  How can you continue to have sex with that?" Blaine gestures vaguely toward Kurt, indicating his imitation.

"To be honest, I've never really thought about it.  I'm usually a little... distracted."

Blaine shrugs and Kurt leans in to give him a kiss.  "Trust me, you make it so much sexier.  I couldn't possibly do it justice."  Blaine is pouting a little and Kurt nips at Blaine's pushed-out bottom lip.

Blaine smiles against Kurt's mouth, "You're sweet, but I'm afraid I'll be a little self-conscious if we get around to doing anything tonight."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be able to make you forget about it all," Kurt says confidently before leaning away and grabbing another card, "Ready for another?"

Blaine just stares at him in awe and then nods his head.

"Okay," Kurt looks down at the card, "Truth or dare?"