"Come on, Blaine, how long does it take to decide what card to play?"
"Just a second, okay? I take my card games very seriously."
"Oh I'm sure that's the reason why it's taking you so long. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that you've got about 30 cards to choose from?"
Kurt couldn't help but snicker as he watched Blaine huffing and trying to find a way to organize all the cards in his hands. He looked so adorable.

It was a Saturday night. Burt and Carole had gone out to see a movie and Finn was spending the night with his new girlfriend, which meant Kurt had the house to himself, so of course he'd asked Blaine to come over. Since occasions to spend the night together were few and far between for them, Blaine had agreed immediately. He was so eager that he'd arrived an hour early, when Burt and Carole had still been at home. So Blaine had suggested they play a card game to kill the time and that's how they now found themselves playing UNO on the living room floor. Burt and Carole had left about half an hour ago, but Blaine hadn't wanted to stop playing. Kurt strongly suspected it had something to do with the fact that his boyfriend turned out to be terrible at UNO and so wanted to continue until he'd at least won one game. Unfortunately for Kurt, Blaine had lost every single game so far, even though Kurt had done everything he could to let him win without Blaine noticing. It really sucked, because he could think of some far more... exciting things they could be doing right now. Things that involved less clothes and more kissing.

"Okay! This one!" Blaine yelled triumphantly, and for a moment Kurt thought they were finally getting somewhere. Until he saw Blaine's card, that is.
"Really Blaine? That's the best you've got?" Kurt asked, raising his eyebrows as he pointed at the green 7 Blaine had just put on the floor.
"Hey! I have a plan here! You'll see, I'm gonna win this time."
"Somehow I doubt that," Kurt muttered under his breath, quiet enough so Blaine wouldn't hear, as he glanced down at the two cards he still held in his hand. One was a yellow 4, and the other a +4. Dammit.
"Come on, Kurt, it's your turn! Or are you scared I'm gonna beat you?"
"Honey, are you sure you don't wanna do something else? I know another very fun game we could play," Kurt said, waggling his eyebrows to make it clear that he wasn't talking about a card game.
"Hmm... No, I don't think so," Blaine answered with a self-satisfied smile, clearly taking Kurt's hesitance as a sign that he had bad cards and was scared of losing.
"Fine, suit yourself," Kurt huffed, throwing down his +4 card, yelling "Yellow and UNO!"

And with that he went from being bored and a bit frustrated to feeling almost angry. Never in his life had he been so upset about winning fourteen games of UNO in a row. He looked up to find Blaine gaping at Kurt's winning card, as if he couldn't figure out where it had come from. "That... I... But how... IT'S NOT FAIR! Why can't I win one bloody card game? How is it possible that I just lost thirteen games in a row?!"
"Fourteen actually," Kurt supplied and immediately regretted it. Great, Hummel, he thought to himself, you're only making it worse like this.
"Fourte- Okay. Sure, why not." Blaine grumbled something unintelligible and crossed his arms like a petulant little child. To anyone else it might have seemed childish or ridiculous, but Kurt knew better. Blaine getting in one of these moods was simply dangerous, because he tended to just stop talking altogether. He also refused to do anything else that involved touching Kurt or letting Kurt touch him. Which included anything sexual. Shit, he really had to do something. Right now, or this evening would most definitely not end like he wanted it to.
"Oh come on honey, it's alright, you can't be good at everything." Blaine's expression didn't change, but Kurt had a sudden flash of inspiration. He started crawling closer to Blaine on hands and feet. Blaine noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye and peeked at Kurt from under his eyelashes, quickly averting his gaze when he saw he was watching him. It was all Kurt needed to know his plan was already starting to work.
"You know, you might not be good at card games, but I can think of some things you're really, really good at," Kurt whispered seductively, making sure he used his lower register because he was well aware that drove Blaine absolutely insane.
"Oh really," Blaine replied, trying to keep up his petulant expression, but Kurt could see his curiosity was getting the better of him.
"Most definitely."
When Kurt was finally completely face to face with Blaine, he sat up on his knees and put his arms around Blaine's neck and his legs on either side of Blaine's so that he was straddling him. When his boyfriend didn't pull away, Kurt gave himself a mental high five.
"For example," he breathed in Blaine's ear, "I seem to recall that you have a very talented mouth."
Blaine gasped under him and Kurt could hear the victory bells ringing in his head.
"Is that so," Blaine tried to say, but it came out as nothing more than a whisper.
"Mhmm," Kurt hummed in affirmation. "Talented hands too. Can't wait to feel them on me. Wanna feel them all over my body," he added and brings his lips just a little lower so he could start sucking at Blaine's earlobe.
"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine moaned as he bucked up into him, which made Kurt moan in return.
"Are you still angry at me for winning?" Kurt asked, lifting his hips out of Blaine's reach and moving his mouth to Blaine's neck, where he started gently scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin. The combination drove Blaine crazy, just like Kurt knew it would. He started whimpering, grabbing at Kurt's sides and lifting his hips, desperately searching for more friction. "No, I'm not angry anymore, just, please, Kurt -" He didn't get to finish his sentence, because as soon as he started begging, Kurt's mouth was on his in a messy kiss and his fingers tangled in Blaine's curls. Kurt finally slotted their hips together, causing Blaine to moan underneath him. It was obvious that his teasing had made Blaine hungry for more. As soon as he felt his boyfriend's hands tugging at his hair, he licked at his lower lip, urging him to open his mouth so they could deepen the kiss.

Kurt loved making out with Blaine, loved anything sexual they did together. Being intimate with Blaine always felt amazing, but moments like these would forever be his favorites. Moments when they were both desperate to just feel , because those were the times when Blaine would completely let go. And when he did that, he made the most beautiful noises that turned Kurt on so much.

With Kurt straddling him, Blaine didn't have much space to move. That didn't mean he didn't try though. He met each thrust of Kurt's hips to the best of his abilities, but it wasn't enough. He needed just a little bit more. More skin, more touching, more Kurt.
He whimpered into his boyfriend's mouth. "Touch me, Kurt, please. I just need - please..."
Kurt didn't need to hear more to know what Blaine needed. "Shhhh, it's okay, baby, I've got you," he whispered as he started unbuttoning Blaine's shirt. Once he was done, he immediately circled one of Blaine's nipples with his thumb and when Blaine pushed into the touch, he pulled his hand away only to replace it with his lips. He attached his mouth to Blaine's left nipple, alternating between sucking, gently scraping his teeth against it and soothing the abused skin with his tongue. He lifted his hips a little, just enough so Blaine could thrust his hips against Kurt's, and pulled his hair one more time. Blaine was panting now, his breath coming faster and faster, and Kurt knew he was right there on the edge. He pulled his mouth away from Blaine's nipple and whispered "That's it baby, come on, come for me," in his ear. It was all it took to push him over the edge. As his orgasm hit him, Blaine cried out Kurt's name, and seeing Blaine so completely undone, knowing that he was the only one who could do this to him, it just did things to Kurt. He thrust down into Blaine's lap three more times and then he was coming too.

Blaine slumped back against the couch, pulling Kurt down on top of him, both taking some time to recover from the pretty intense orgasm they just had. Kurt kept running his fingers through his boyfriends hair the whole time. It was one of those absentminded actions, he just liked feeling Blaine's curls around his fingers. It felt calming for some reason.
After a few minutes, Kurt looked up only to see Blaine's blissful post-orgasm expression had turned into a pout. Alarmed, Kurt pulled back a little and asked: "What's wrong, honey? Are you okay?"
"I didn't get the chance to use my very talented mouth on you," was Blaine's response.
Kurt barked out a laugh at that. "Oh don't worry honey, I'm pretty sure we still have time for round two." He'd never seen Blaine's expression change from a pout into a blinding smile so fast.