Kurt moved down a little to Blaine's upper back, slowly kneading the tight muscles in Blaine's back with the base of his palm. Blaine's muscles were loosening up as Kurt moved up to Blaine's neck, making love heart shapes in the skin with his thumbs, the rest of his fingers curled round each side of Blaine's neck. Kurt pressed down just enough with his thumbs that Blaine felt it, but not too much that it hurt. Blaine's string of whines and whimpers of encouragement had Kurt knowing he was doing it right. He'd managed to perfect his massaging skills thanks to a handy Vogue issue informing him on the best massage techniques, it was the one with Rachel McAdams on the cover looking as stunning as ever. 

Kurt pushed two of his fingers into the pressure points either side of Blaine's neck, right at the base where it meets both his shoulders. Blaine's muscles relaxed completely, making heat shoot through his bones and turning them into jelly. Kurt kissed up Blaine's neck in a streak, kissing his cheek softly and swiftly before getting up and climbing out of the bath. He helped Blaine out and reached over to pull out the plug, he laced Blaine's fingers with his own as he led them back to the bed. Both of them were hard right now, but Kurt made Blaine sit on a chair and close his eyes to avoid further embarrassment as he stripped the bed sheets and put clean ones on. 

"I'm sorry about your bed sheets, Kurt." Blaine whispered behind Kurt, he had stood up now and was rocking on the balls of his feet, staring at the floor with mild interest, a blush brightening his cheeks once again. "I'll buy you some new ones."

"Don't be silly, Blaine. You don't need to do that."

"I pissed all over your new Egyptian sheets made of gold, I think I do." Blaine said dryly, his erection going down slightly as emotions washed through him. He didn't feel so turned on as before, now he really just wanted to burst into tears and curl up in a ball. 

"Blaine. Stop that. If you buy me new sheets I swear to Queen Gaga that I will dump your ass so hard you'll never be able to love again." Kurt told him, walking over and wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck. "Ok? So lets move on shall we." Kurt said after a minute of staring at Blaine's tilted head, watching as his eyes started to water. 
"Blaine..." Kurt whispered so calmly that Blaine's head snapped up, "this was my fault. Don't you think on it, don't you think on it for one minute." 

"Oh my God, I knew forcing you to watch the first Harry Potter movie would come back and bite me in the ass." Blaine laughed throatily, sniffing to hold back the tears, the lump in his throat going away as soon as Kurt started giggling. 

"Let's go baby, the night is still young." Kurt grinned wickedly, pulling him over to the bed. Blaine crawled up the bed till he was at the top, lying back and resting his head on the pillows with a sigh of relief. Kurt licked his lips and climbed up the bed too, not stopping till Blaine was straddling him. Kurt fell forward, catching himself on his elbows that fell either side of Blaine's head so he didn't crush Blaine. 

Finally when Kurt had lowered himself fully on top of Blaine, their chest pressed flush together, Kurt kissed Blaine softly. Kurt knew Blaine loved the feeling of someone on top of him, the feeling of somebody there, wanting every part of him, taking every part of his luscious body as their own, and that was exactly what Kurt was planning on doing tonight.