Kurt looks up from his sketches when he hears the door slam, followed by the rustling of a coat being taken off and the thump of boots being kicked off carelessly. On any other occasion hed scold his husband for it, but not today.

He leaves his place at the kitchen table to greet Blaine at the door and takes delight in the gasp that Blaine emits when he catches sight of him. Hed gotten rid of his dress shirt when he came home and is now dressed in only a thin undershirt that clings to his toned body and sweatpants which have replaced the slacks he usually wears for work.

He isnt wearing any underwear either, but he isnt about to tell Blaine that. Hell find out soon enough if everything goes according to plan.

"Hey." he purrs seductively as he saunters towards Blaine and leans in to kiss him on the lips, not giving him a chance to respond. Blaine doesnt seem to mind. His arms come up to wrap around his waist and drag him closer while Kurt winds his arms loosely around Blaines neck and plays with the curls that have managed to escape the gel during the course of the day. 

They quickly get lost in each other and their kisses get sloppy, all tongue and teeth and no finesse whatsoever and Blaine backs Kurt up against a wall and starts grinding against him, rubbing their hard cocks together and moaning into his mouth.

Kurt swallows all the desperate sounds Blaine makes, adding his own high, breathy moans to the mix and reveling in the fact that he can still get Blaine so riled up with just a few kisses, even after more than ten years of marriage.

He thrusts forward sharply when he feels two hands grab his ass and the next second hes being lifted up in the air, supported by Blaines strong arms and the wall behind him. He loops his legs around Blaines hips and grinds his ass down onto the unmistakable shape of Blaines hard cock, big and defined even through the thick denim.

Soon, the frotting isnt enough anymore and Kurts starts tugging at Blaines shirt in an effort to get him to take it off which Blaine does, awkwardly fumbling with the buttons until theyre finally all undone so he can slip the fabric off his shoulders. 

While Blaine is working on his shirt, Kurt takes the liberty to start undressing himself. No easy feat, given that they are pressed against each other with little to no space left between their upper bodies. But when his undershirt finally falls to the ground, adding to the growing pile of discarded clothes, and their naked chests make contact, Kurt can only throw his head back and groan, immediately forgetting about the fact theyve just let their clothes touch the floor.

Their lips meet again and they resume their grinding until air becomes a necessity and Kurt has to disconnect their mouths in order to get the much needed oxygen. When hes stopped panting, he starts sucking on the sensitive spot under Blaines ear and is rewarded with a loud groan and a hard thrust.

"Blaine, I- Oh, oh my god-" Kurt stutters between gasps and his attempt at coherent speech only seems to spurr his husband on, who ruts against him harder and faster. But Kurt forces himself to get the words out, because he doesnt want it to end like this which is awfully close to happening.

"Blaine, ah, okay Blaine stop, oh jesus, stop, just for a sec." he manages to get out between sounds of pleasure and Blaine, to his surprise, actually does. He slows down to a halt and takes a step backwards so that theres a little distance between them.

Kurt slips out if his grasp and stands on unsteady legs while he tries to regulate his breathing pattern. He sneaks a hand between them and palms Blaine through his jeans for a second just to tease him because thats always a fun thing to do and then turns around and makes his way towards the stairs, picking up their shirts as he goes.

"You coming?" he calls over his shoulder and a bewildered but eager Blaine scrambles to catch up.

"We have all night, we can take our time and be as loud as we want. God, I cant remember the last time we had a night to ourselves." Kurt keeps talking nonchalantly as they walk down the hall towards their bedroom.

"You can fuck me as hard as you want and I wont have to muffle my screams. You wont have to be careful not to make the headboard bang against the wall, baby. Dont you want to take advantage of an opportunity like that?" he whispers seductively. A desperate little moan is all the answer he gets, but he doesnt mind. Blaine will get vocal soon enough.