"I think I'll go with ‘dare' again," Kurt says, settling down next to Blaine once more and handing him his glass.

Blaine takes a sip, "I was hoping you would say that."  He sets his glass on the coffee table.  "‘Using your mouth, make your way from my wrist to my ear.  And take your time.'"

"I can do that," Kurt says as he sets his glass next to Blaine's.  He turns toward Blaine and gently pushes at his chest until Blaine is lying completely flat on the sofa.  Kurt climbs over him, squeezing his knees onto the cushions on either side of Blaine's thighs, and leans down to place a kiss on the corner of Blaine's mouth, "Where did it say to start?"

"My wrist," Blaine answers and he watches as Kurt grasps his hand and brings it up to his lips.

Kurt holds Blaine's hand in his loosely as he gently plants open-mouthed kisses along the prominent bone on the outside of Blaine's wrist.  He turns Blaine's hand, palm facing upwards, to lap at the sensitive, thin skin of his wrist before slowly trailing his lips up his forearm.  Blaine closes his eyes and smiles a little at the light tickling feeling.

When Kurt gets to the crease at Blaine's elbow, he gently nips at the skin there.  Blaine's arm flinches just a little but Kurt is already moving on, his fingers trailing after his lips and pressing gently into Blaine's warm skin.

When he gets to Blaine's shoulder, he continues kissing along his collar-bone, paying attention to the dip at the base of his neck.  Kurt moves up to lick at Blaine's Adam's-apple but surprises Blaine as he begins moving back down to Blaine's chest.

Kurt can feel the rumble of Blaine's voice beneath his lips when Blaine asks, "Where are you going?"

"Detour," Kurt says simply, clasping his lips over one of Blaine's nipples and delighting at the intake of breath that receives.  When he pulls his mouth away he blows cool air around the sensitive skin just to watch it pebble.  With a pleased smile on his face, Kurt moves down some more, moving a hand up over Blaine's chest to scratch his nails through the hair there. 

Kurt's tongue traces over the defined muscles of Blaine's stomach and quickly dips his tongue into Blaine's navel.  He chuckles when Blaine's skin jumps and just barely hears Blaine whisper, "That tickles."

Kurt's face is still flush from the wine but feeling Blaine's breathing quicken beneath his touch is spreading an entirely different sort of warmth through his body.  He kitten-licks his way back up Blaine's torso, pausing briefly to tease Blaine's other nipple, before latching his lips onto Blaine's neck.  He sucks there just enough to leave a red mark--something that will fade soon enough--and Blaine's hands dig into the skin where they've been resting on Kurt's back.

Kurt peppers kisses long Blaine's jaw before finally reaching his ear and worrying the sensitive lobe between his teeth;taking care to breathe deeply against the shell of Blaine's ear in that way he knows Blaine likes.  Blaine moves a hand from Kurt's back up to curl around the back of his neck and whines just a little when Kurt pulls away.

"Was that good?" Kurt asks, though there really is no use asking.  Kurt can tell Blaine's face is flushed, even in the dim lighting of the living room.

"I love this game," Blaine answers, smiling up at Kurt and pulling him in for yet another deep and slow kiss.

When they break away, Kurt is smiling as he whispers against Blaine's lips, "My turn.  Truth or dare?" and he reaches out to grab another card.