Blaine is sitting on the couch and is tingling with anticipation.

Kurt saunters towards the window with a seemingly nonchalant smirk on his face.

" I love thunder," Kurt says, "it's so passionate and enticing. Each lightning strike is like a tease."

Kurt plays with the drapes. "You teased me the day of your fitting. You tease me by peeking through the door..."

He turns to look at the man on the couch.

"Do you like teases, Blaine?"

"You're a tease and I like you." Blaine's breathing is increasing as Kurt begins to walk slowly towards him once more. Kurt's pupils dilate ever so slightly.

"Well we're going to play a game called Thunder Tease." The thunder in the background accents Kurt's words. "I just made it up. I'm going to do whatever I want to you, working my way from wherever I please, and each time I hear the sound of thunder I have to start over. "

Blaine's breath catches in his throat. He likes where this is going.

"When does this game end?" He asks, breathy and weak.

"When you can't take it anymore. " And with that, Kurt wickedly smiles.

*^.^*

Kurt kneels between Blaine's legs, which are spread slightly apart. He begins to trace his hands up the insides of Blaine's lower legs, slowly moving upward to his inner thighs. He peeks a glance at Blaine, and the sight is well pleasing.

Blaine is clutching the cushions of the couch, eyes closed in ecstasy, trying not to overthink this. It's just a game, right?

Just when Kurt's hands were trailing close to where he knew Blaine would break, the thunder rumbled. Kurt's hands flew to his own sides, taking this game very seriously. Blaine gave a soft whimper.

"Now, rules are rules, Blaine. Now where should I start next?"

Kurt stands straight up, only to sit right back down, now straddling Blaine's lap, knees on either side of Blaine's waist. Blaine's hands fly to Kurt's waist gripping each side, and Kurt struggles to regain focus. Kurt pops both of Blaine's hands hard, scolding him.

"This is not your game!" And with a sigh accompanying a proud smile, Blaine reluctantly draws his hands back.

Kurt's fingers start tracing Blaine's arms ever so delicately, starting by lacing them with Blaine's hands, moving up to his wrists. His fingers run along Blaine's forearms, moving higher and higher. They slowly wrap his bicep, and Blaine flexes. Kurt bites his lip and looks down at Blaine. Blaine winks. The thunder claps.

Kurt removes his hands, still playing it safe, and tries for something different. He weaves his fingers into Blaine's loose curls, slowly messaging and tugging in some places. Blaine's eyes roll back momentarily, and he surges his hips upward, seeking friction with Kurt.

From the side of his eye, Kurt sees the lamp start to dim as he thrusts back, completely in the moment, and starts to suck on Blaine's neck, forgetting his game until the lightning strikes again while the thunder follows.

This causes Kurt to catch himself. He tries to regain his composure by clearing his throat, knowing it's useless because he's too far gone. Blaine looks up at Kurt, eyes flickering to Kurt's lips.

Kurt gives in and starts to kiss Blaine's chest, then slowly moving to his neck. He presses his lips to Blaine's cheek, close to the corner of his mouth when Blaine pulls back slightly.

"Kurt, are you...?" And Kurt silences him with a smooth and quick kiss to his lips. Kurt smiles a little, licks his lips and kisses Blaine once more, as if familiarizing himself. The next kiss is much more passionate, and Blaine responds with equal intensity. The lights are fluctuating, but it goes unnoticed by the two.

The kiss becomes deeper, and their hands begin to roam, their breathing heavy with soft moans and light sighs. As their tongues wrap around each other, the thunder resounds and echoes through the room, but the game is completely forgotten.

Blaine rolls them both to the floor, pushing the table out of the way on the way down.

"Game over," Blaine breathes, reconnecting their lips.

And then lights go out.