"I don't think I can do this with her watching."

"Mmmmm, just pretend she's not there."

"Kurt, no. Seriously, I feel like she's judging me. With her eyes."

Kurt pulled away from the (rather impressive he had to say) hickey he had been happily sucking into Blaine's chest with a sigh. He stretched over to the chair next to the bed as Blaine watched him sheepishly, then settled back onto his lap with a smirk.

"Margaret Thatcher Dog will go where she pleases! Now remove your trousers at once!" Kurt shoved the stuffed puppy in Blaine's face and then wiggled his ass around a bit- just because.

Blaine laughed, "That's creepy."

Kurt gasped as he clutched the puppy to his chest protectively. "She is not creepy! She is staunch and dignified. And I do believe she gave you an order. You shouldn't disobey The Iron Puppy, Blaine."

"Oh yeah? Or what?" Blaine challenged.

"Um...she'll lambast you with scathing political speeches?"

Blaine laughed again, plucked the stuffed animal from Kurt's hands, and unceremoniously tossed it across the room, then pulled at Kurt's arms until he was lying fully on top of him again.

"You don't like her?" Kurt pouted, sticking out his lower lip for emphasis.

"I love her. I love you," Blaine leaned up and captured Kurt's pout with a firm kiss. Kurt immediately opened his mouth and slid his tongue along Blaine's, then pulled away and nipped at his jaw.

"If you really loved me you'd take off your pants," Kurt said, breathing heavily.

"Such a one-track mind you have," Blaine scolded. Kurt hummed in agreement then slowly began working his way down Blaine's body, pausing to kiss along his jaw, then lick across both nipples, and finally sucking two more marks into the taut skin over both of Blaine's hip bones.

"Fine, then. How did it go with your brother?" Kurt asked, resting his cheek on Blaine's stomach and pressing his palm into the hard line of Blaine's cock.

"It- hnnnn, Kurt, god...do we really- mmmmm...do we really have to talk about my brother right now?" Blaine gasped.

"Yes. I was worried about you. Are you alright?" Kurt said, looking up at him sweetly before working open the button of Blaine's pants. 

"I think we're going to be ok. Coop's just a little oblivious sometimes." Kurt snorted. It really could not be helped. "What?" Blaine asked.

"Nothing, baby. Nothing at all." Kurt murmured, then more clearly, "Up." Blaine lifted his hips obediently and Kurt pulled the pants smoothly off Blaine's hips and down his legs, then folded them neatly before placing them on the foot of the bed. "I like these." He said, patting the pants before turning back to Blaine and crawling over until he was hovering on top of his body.

"I know. You told me to wear them today."

"Suggested. I merely suggested. Strongly."

"Uh-huh. Coop says I should stop letting you dress me."

"What? I do not dress you. I just make sure we're coordinating. We can't clash, Blaine." Blaine just grinned and reached out for Kurt, then pulled him in close so they were nestled in side-by-side. 

"I think we clash right now." Blaine said, running his hand along Kurt's back all the way down until he was cupping Kurt's ass through his jeans. Kurt frowned down at his clothes. How could he be clashing with dark blue boxer briefs? "You should be a lot more naked than you are." Blaine clarified. Kurt made short work of his clothes and the last of Blaine's until it was all hot skin and clutching fingers and frantic kissing. Kurt shuffled down Blaine's body once again and this time he swiftly sank his mouth over the tip of Blaine's cock, sucking the head lightly and tonguing around the ridge. The time for teasing was over. Blaine let out a low moan and threaded one hand into Kurt's hair. Kurt hummed happily and sank down lower.

"Thank you," Blaine ground out.

Kurt looked up at Blaine through his eye lashes, then pulled off with a quiet pop and winked. "Anytime, hot stuff."

 "I don't mean for that. I mean, yeah for that," Blaine licked his lips and looked at Kurt with dark eyes. "But, thank you for talking to Cooper. You didn't have to."

Kurt looked down at Blaine's spit-slicked cock and grasped it lightly in his hand. Blaine sucked in a quick breath. Kurt bit his lip and thought for a moment before looking back up at Blaine's flushed face.

"I hate that you think you aren't good enough. That anyone can look at you and not see you the way I do. You're perfect, Blaine. And if any one dares to say otherwise... I don't care if it's your brother or- or your father...I will always be in your corner," Kurt moved his hand to smooth it gently along Blaine's thighs. "I'd do anything for you."

Blaine just looked at Kurt with wide, earnest eyes. And then one corner of his mouth lifted into a mischievous grin.

"Are you talking to me or..." Blaine nodded down to his bobbing cock, still hard and straining upwards. "I can't tell because you weren't pointing at me." He managed before barking out a laugh.

Kurt merely raised an eyebrow cooly, "Well you certainly are pointing at me, aren't you? And on that note: where were we?" 

"Wait!" Blaine cried, just as Kurt was inches away from taking him into his mouth again. "I changed my mind. Margaret Thatcher Dog can watch."

"Oh, she's watching." Kurt replied, licking a slow stripe up the thick vein on the underside of Blaine's shaft, "Margaret Thatcher Dog is always watching."