"Truth," Kurt breathes.  He would reveal the meaning of life to Blaine if he knew it.

Blaine's hand feels hot against the back of his neck as he pulls Kurt in for another searing kiss.  For a brief moment, Kurt thinks that maybe this is the meaning of life.

Blaine breaks away, with Kurt chasing unashamedly after his lips, and picks up the last card on the table.  His voice is low and runs over Kurt's skin like velvet, "‘What sex move of mine is your favorite? Give me all the dirty details about why you like it.'"

Kurt groans and practically attacks Blaine's neck, nipping and sucking at the salty skin there and murmuring unintelligibly things Blaine desperately wants to hear.  Kurt's voice starts to grow more sure and he looks at Blaine--all hooded eyes, blown pupils, and flushed cheeks.

"I love--"  Kurt inhales a shuddering breath and his voice is gravelly as he speaks on the exhale, "I love when we're doing anything--" Blaine laughs but Kurt just shakes his head and keeps talking, "--whether it's making out or rutting against each other or god, me inside you and you're on top of me--"

There's a beat where they're both imagining the same thing and in the room there's only the sound of their arrhythmic breathing.

"But out of nowhere you tug me down and roll us over and suddenly I'm above you looking down and everything changes... You just--you just let me, practically make me, take control again and it's such a rush.  One moment you're above me, pressing me down and taking charge of everything and I'm left useless and the next you give all that back and you're pulling me in, begging for me to take over.

To feel you want me so bad like that and to go from being practically at your whim then having you underneath me, completely available for me to touch--damn, Blaine, you don't even know--"

At that moment, Blaine tugs at Kurt's shirt and they both fall backward onto the couch.  They land against the cushions in a tangle of limbs and Kurt's mouth parts with a surprised Oh to find himself in just the position he was describing.

"Blaine, I..."  Kurt's breath hitches when Blaine rocks his hips up, creating the most devastatingly imperfect amount of friction through layers of fabric.

"What, Kurt?" Blaine's voice is barely a whisper as he looks up at Kurt with shining eyes.

"Blaine, I dare you not to come until I tell you." Kurt dives in to kiss Blaine and captures his strangled whimper.