The kiss was rough and messy and exactly what Kurt needed. It made his mind reel and his toes curl and, God, he liked the sweet little kisses they often exchanged, he liked when they took their time and let the heat build up slowly, like a little campfire. But there was hot, and then there was blazing, and this? This was the latter in a way he had never experienced before.

"What do you want?"

The sudden rush of power that hit him as Blaine rasped out those four simple words was as surprising as it was exhilarating. Oh. Oh, wow. He knew, in that moment, that Blaine would do whatever he asked him to. Jump off a bridge, run away to New York City, wear whatever Kurt chose to put him in, and other, more tantalizing things that Kurt wasn't comfortable putting into words, even in his own thoughts, but holy shit did he picture them. Another gasp ripped through him as his hips jerked forward of their own accord, because that thought... that sense of being in control... it was turning him on in ways he hadn't even thought possible.

He could have taken that moment to be selfish. When he thought about it, alone in his room or in the shower, he usually thought about Blaine doing things to him. Kissing and touching and nipping in these intimate places no one else ever saw or kissed or touched, in ways that made him feel amazing. But now that he was actually in a position where he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was calling the shots? All he could think about was Blaine. Making Blaine feel good, making him writhe. Drawing out those breathy little moans until he was babbling incoherently and the only word he was capable of forming was Kurt's name and oh, okay, that thought was... yeah. That was really doing it for him.

"Roll over," he all but growled, nudging Blaine until he rolled on his back so Kurt could straddle his hips. Ordinarily he would feel incredibly self conscious about this, feel so awkward and exposed at how much want he was letting show. But right now, as he clumsily pushed Blaine's shirt up and lifted it over his head, he felt uncharacteristically bold. Blaine clearly wanted to be here, trusted Kurt enough to put the power in his hands, so why not? Why not be bold?

His hands slid up Blaine's bare torso and across his shoulders, gliding down his arms until he could tangle their fingers together and raise their clasped hands above his boyfriend’s head. He leaned down until he was close enough to cover Blaine's mouth with his own, rocking their hips together as he licked into the other boy's mouth, massaging Blaine's tongue with his and kissing him with as much depth and passion as he could. Kurt felt as though if he could just get close enough, they’d melt and fuse together like some cheap, plastic based fabric and that shouldn’t have sounded so appealing - cheap fabric never did - but somehow, somehow it managed.

"You," he panted as they finally broke apart, breath hot against Blaine's ear. "I just want you."