Blaine stroked his hand down Kurt’s bare back, stopping only to dip his fingers into the dimples at the base of Kurt’s spine before he grazed his hand over Kurt’s perfect ass and squeezed lightly.

“Mine”

“Blaine, we’ve been through this,” Kurt said. “I’m yours, nobody else’s. I’d get a tattoo that says ‘Property of Blaine Anderson’ if it would make you stop doubting me.”

Kurt didn’t miss the way Blaine’s eyes darkened and his breathing sped up just slightly. How he gulped, his mouth slackened, and his tongue crept out to wet his bottom lip as he visualized Kurt with a tattoo that marked him as Blaine’s.

“In my handwriting,” Blaine said in a rush of breath. “I want it to be in my handwriting.”

He quickly pushed himself up to a kneeling position and leaned over to the nightstand on his side of the bed, reached into the drawer, and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen.

“Blaine, what the hell are you doing?”

“Writing it for you,” Blaine said as he began to scrawl the words on the page, misspelling ‘property’ the first time in his haste to finish the script.

Kurt pulled the pen and paper out of Blaine’s hand and placed them on the nightstand before bringing Blaine’s right hand to his lips and kissing the knuckles.

“Blaine, it’s not going to be right this minute. You don’t have to write it now.”

“But, you will right?” Blaine asked, his voice was lower than before — raspier, and full of hope.

“I will.”

Blaine let out a sigh of relief at the idea of Kurt following through on this particular promise.

“Where?”

“What do you mean?” Kurt asked, confused. “Like what tattoo place will I go to?”

“No, like where on your body will you get it?” Blaine asked, dragging his fingers along Kurt’s arm from his shoulder to his wrist, examining the skin as though he was scouting the proper location.

“Oh, I hadn’t really thought about it,” Kurt said as he rolled onto his side, perching his head on his hand and looking at Blaine. “What do you think?”

Blaine traced his hands along Kurt’s body, relishing in each dip and curve. He loved how long and lean Kurt’s body was, the way his muscles were visible through gorgeous pale skin, the way they held hidden strength that Blaine was fortunate enough to have experienced first hand. He followed each sweep of his hand with his lips, trailing kisses along Kurt’s arms, then down his back, along his left leg from thigh to ankle and then up the inside of his right.

His lips reached the inside of Kurt’s right thigh and he bit down, hard. Blaine sucked on the skin between his teeth, stopping briefly to trace his tongue along the abused flesh before applying sucking pressure to the area again.

“Here,” Blaine said forcefully as he licked along the skin again.

“What are you— God that feels good, Blaine,” Kurt gasped out in between moans as Blaine marked the sensitive skin on the inside of his thigh.

“This is where I want you to get it,” Blaine said. “Right here.” He punctuated the last word with another bite to the bruising area.

“You could have just told me,” Kurt said, his soft chuckle turning into a moan as Blaine kissed the inside of his left thigh gently before crawling up Kurt’s body, intentionally avoiding his rapidly hardening cock.

“I know,” Blaine said with a whisper, “but you don’t have the tattoo yet. This way, you’re still marked as mine until you get it.” He leaned in to kiss Kurt gently on the mouth before pulling back to smile down at him.

“You’re so fucking possessive,” Kurt said, laughing, as he pushed Blaine’s right hand towards his erection and pulled Blaine’s mouth back to his for a bruising kiss.