“Oh, yes, Blaine!...God, Blaine!...Christ, I love making love to you, Blaine…”

Kurt had craved his beautiful sub all day, not for domination, but for body worship - slow, passionate, sensual - with all of the romantic bells and whistles attached – massage oil, scented candles, a bottle of champagne (it was past five in the afternoon so Kurt decided they could get away with one glass apiece), and a dish of strawberries with melted chocolate (for energy between rounds, Kurt explained, and Blaine was more than on board with that plan).

At around 4:30, Kurt thought they might have to postpone their afternoon romp, seeing as Dave had gotten stuck in traffic and wouldn't be home to help occupy the kids.

Kurt loved making love to Blaine with the golden light of sunset streaming in through the windows, warming their skin, painting their bodies, but he would wait if he absolutely had to…

…but he really didn't want to wait.

As luck would have it, Nick, Jeff, and Hunter stopped by unannounced, which they often did to hang-out, eat Kurt's cooking, and play with the kids.

For Kurt, they showed up at just the right time.

It seemed like the stars had aligned and Kurt jumped at the opportunity.

When Kurt's bedroom door was closed and locked, it was a blaring message to everyone to stay away (unless someone was bleeding, but even that was negligible) but for some reason the subject of dinner had become a life or death issue, and a different child every five minutes found the need to knock on the door.

It started with Finn.

“Yes, Blaine,” Kurt moaned, “that's it! Oh, God, touch me. Touch me right…”

Knock, knock, knock.

Kurt's head popped up at the sharp rapping sound.

“What is it?” he sang out, keeping his voice pleasant despite his urge to throttle someone.

“Uncle Kurt? Can we order a pizza?”

Kurt sighed from his frozen stance above Blaine's body, their hard cocks resting together, Blaine's fingers dancing dangerously close to Kurt's entrance.

“No, Finn,” Kurt replied calmly. “We're having a vegetarian Chop Suey. We're going to make it together as a family. It'll be fun.”

Blaine thought that the way Kurt emphasized the word fun through clenched teeth didn't make it sound like it was going to be fun.

“Ewww,” Finn groaned, sulking when he walked away from the door.

Blaine chuckled, seguing out of the interruption by slowly slipping his fingers into Kurt's body, hoping to make Kurt forget about the kids for a while. Kurt threw his head back and moaned.

“God, yes!” Kurt sighed, fucking himself on Blaine's fingers. “Just like that, Blaine, baby…I…”

Knock, knock, knock.

“Yes?” Kurt snapped through gritted teeth.

“Who's Chuck Suzy?” Barbra asked this time.

“What?” Kurt asked while Blaine stilled his fingers and stifled another laugh.

“Chuck Suzy,” her sweet voice repeated. “You said he was coming to dinner.”

“Not Chuck Suzy,” Kurt growled, a little less patient than when Finn had knocked on the door. “Chop Suey. It's what we're having for dinner.”

“Oh.” Barbra's voice sounded thick with disappointment. “Yuck.”

Kurt decided to take things up a notch, sliding roughly against Blaine's body, bucking back harder against his fingers as they turned, scissored, seeking and then finding, brushing in slow, gentle circles over Kurt's favorite spot.

“Oh, yes,” Kurt cried, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Right there! Please, don't stop, don't…”

Knock, knock, knock.

“What!?” Kurt roared and this time Blaine did laugh, biting his fist while his body shook.

They heard Finn's voice again, not at all affected by Kurt's near-murderous yell.

“Does Chop Suey have tofu in it?” Finn asked. “Because I'm pretty sure I'm allergic…”

“Holy…hell!” Kurt screamed, biting his lip in order to keep from adding the word fuck somewhere in the middle. “Order the gall-darned pizza already!!”

There was a pause, a moment of blessed silence, and then Finn replied, “Well, okay. If you say so.”

Kurt bit Blaine's shoulder out of frustration and growled in the back of his throat as his sub burst into a fit of laughter. He grabbed Blaine's curls and pulled them hard, his eyes glowing silver and hot like molten steel.

“Fuck me!” he commanded in a low, dangerous voice. “Climb on my ass and fuck me now before I go insane!”

Blaine couldn't stop laughing, but he quickly complied.

Out in the living room, Barbra, Finn, Jeff, and Nick all high-fived each other while Hunter ordered the pizza.