Kurt plucks one of the suspenders and he doesn’t miss the way Blaine’s breath hitches with the motion. He doesn’t pull the fabric back all of the way, because he’s not cruel. Just curious.

They’re clearly not meant for function, because Blaine’s pants are so tight that Santana is congratulating Kurt.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “I thought you might like them.”

“I like them,” Kurt smiles. He tucks one of his thumbs right underneath one of the suspenders. He trails his finger up Blaine’s chest until he brushes past a nipple. “But I think I like how much you like them more.”

With hungry eyes, he follows the movement of Blaine’s throat as he swallows. “Um, well, I thought they brought the outfit together.”

Kurt can’t hold back the chuckle that bubbles up at that. “I don’t think that’s why you like them, Blaine.”

“I, uh...”

When he draws his hand back, Blaine seems to chase the touch, leaning forward until he’s stumbling to catch his balance.

“Nuh uh uh,” Kurt tuts. “Patience. You’re much too eager.”

He takes another step back, and Blaine follows. Kurt presses his fingers to the center of Blaine’s chest. He inches towards the fabric of the suspenders, but stops just shy of where Blaine wants him to be.

“Maybe,” he says, smoothing out a non-existent wrinkle out of Blaine’s shirt. “Maybe we can save this for when we’re not in the middle of the hallway.”

Blaine blinks a few times before looking around the crowded hallway. “Right, good idea.”

-

They’re not alone together until after school. Kurt says a silent prayer to the fates, because Carole and his Dad won’t be home until later that night. He had plenty of time for Blaine, getting himself presentable again, and making the kind of dinner that looks like it took all afternoon. This lends itself to the earlier bullet points. Because how would he have spent the afternoon finding just how much Blaine likes those suspenders when he was busy preparing a delicious, heart healthy meal for a family of four?

He pushes Blaine back down on the bed and straddles his hips. “I like your suspenders, Blaine,” he smirks giving them each a little tug for emphasis. It’s an echo of his earlier words, but he hadn’t been in a place to properly show his appreciation.

Now that they’re alone, Blaine doesn’t hold back. His hands quickly cover Kurt’s in an attempt to keep them there. Kurt takes his hands and gently places him at his sides.

“But I think I like how much you like them even more,” he continues, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Tell me how it feels to have them on all day. Do you like when-” He grasps one of the suspenders and brushes it across one of Blaine’s nipples, the hardened peaks just barely visible through his shirt. “Do you like when they shift during the day? Do you get hard in class?”

Blaine is a squirming mess beneath him with his hips bucking up to find some kind of relief for himself. But Kurt doesn’t budge, he keeps him pinned down because he looks so damn pretty like that. “Do you?”

“Yes,” Blaine hisses, his hands clutching the blankets because he knows better than to touch. “Sometimes I stay to work on homework because I’m afraid to get up.”

“It was hot until you started talking,” Kurt says, reaching up to brush his thumb along Blaine’s bottom lip. “Stick to yes or no and we’ll be just fine.”

“That’s still talking,” Blaine points out.

“Shush.”

Kurt tugs the suspenders down and Blaine shrugs his shoulders downward to accommodate him. He likes the article of clothing well enough, and he especially appreciates what they’ve drawn attention to.

Once they’re out of the way, he brushes his thumbs over Blaine’s nipples, appreciating the shiver it elicits in return. It’s not that Kurt hasn’t spent any time here, because he has. He knows Blaine’s sensitive there, but sometimes he has a one track mind when it comes to fooling around. There are parents and siblings to worry about and he can’t waste time when they have a goal to accomplish.

In short, Kurt doesn’t always stop to smell the roses.

He rucks Blaine’s shirt up to his armpits and ducks his head down. He knows he could mouth at one of Blaine’s nipples, maybe even nip at the skin around it, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he simply looks down at him, mesmerized by the fact that this one part of his anatomy is capable of turning Blaine into putty in Kurt’s hands. Not to mention the fact that it’s a spot that does absolutely nothing for Kurt. He knows this because Blaine has spent countless moments running his lips and tongue along Kurt’s nipples, looking for some kind of reaction.

In retrospect, he wonders if it had been some sort of hint. Show me where you want me to touch you. Please.

Kurt’s always been a visual learner, after all.

Blaine’s still waiting for him to do something, he’s desperately trying to grind his hips up against Kurt’s.

He would feel bad, but he is kind of getting off on how gorgeous he looks, spread out like this beneath him.

Kurt leans back up to tug his own shirt up over his head and toss it to the foot of the bed.

(When they first starting doing this, Blaine had asked him if he was going to stop to fold his clothes. Kurt had ducked his head and blushed. He told him that he had more urgent issues to attend to and wrinkles could be dealt with later.)

When he moves back down to press their bare chests together, Blaine sighs happily at the contact. He takes a moment to take in Blaine’s appearance. His eyes are wild and he can see the sweat droplets collecting at his hairline. But -

“I’ve barely even touched you,” Kurt murmurs.

Blaine raises his hand, and it takes Kurt a moment to figure out what the hell he’s doing. He’s waiting to be called on. He chuckles and ducks his head to press a kiss to Blaine’s sternum. “Yes?”

“It’s where you’ve been touching me,” he says, his voice rough around the edges in a way that is absolutely delicious. “I... I like it.”

“I know,” Kurt smiles against the skin. “I know exactly what I’m doing to you.”

Kurt didn’t know it was possible to have difficulty removing an article of clothing until he met Blaine. When Blaine gets excited or worked up (which, let’s face it, in these situations - he often is), shirt removal becomes an Olympian-sized challenged for him.

They’re still new at this, so as romantic as undressing each other might be, Kurt insists that they take care of their own clothing. There are less elbows and knees in unfortunate places that way.

He hates to break contact, but he also wants his boyfriend naked.

Sometimes sacrifices have to be made.

Kurt rolls off of Blaine to take care of his pants, which soon join the shirt he tossed onto the floor earlier. Blaine may joke about how complicated his clothing can be, but that’s only because he goes about trying to take off his pants all wrong. (‘There’s a wrong way to take off pants?’) Start from the ankles and tug and you’ll be just fine.

When he turns his attention back to Blaine, he finds him in nothing but his tight black boxer briefs and those damn suspenders, which he has now attached to briefs.

“You said you liked the suspenders,” he says breathlessly.

“Oh my god,” Kurt giggles. “You’re absolutely ridiculous. What am I doing to do with you?”

“Love me?”

Blaine’s suggestion is surprisingly soft considering their circumstances, which makes it all the more endearing. When he slides up Blaine’s torso to cover his body with his again, he presses his lips to his collarbone and tucks his thumbs back under the suspenders as he grinds down hard against him.

“Love you,” he murmurs against his neck. “Love you.”

Blaine’s legs fall open and Kurt settles between them, chuckling when he feels Blaine’s ankles hook around his calves, keeping him there. It tickles when he feels Blaine feet on the back of his calves.

Sex can be silly sometimes. Kurt thinks that his favorite part. Certain touches can elicit the most wonderful feelings while others just make him laugh.

“You laugh a lot,” Blaine pouts.

“Ticklish,” he counters. “And you like my laugh.”

Blaine ducks his head. “Not when we’re naked.”

Kurt tugs the suspenders off of Blaine’s shoulders, and leans back to take a moment to admire how nice they look against his fitted black briefs.

He’s not sure if he’s ever going to be able to keep from flushing when Blaine wears them again in public. Which he will, without a doubt.

(Like the striped shirt he wore before their first time, the bow tie Kurt tugged undone before giving him his first hickey. They both like attaching milestones to clothing.)

He wants to draw this out, maybe grab the lube hidden in the cliched spot in his nightstand drawer, but Blaine is writhing beneath him from the way Kurt’s thumbs are circling the hardened peaks of his nipples. He matches the motion with the way his hips are working in a circular motion against Blaine’s own. It’s not perfect. There are two layers of fabric between them and they’ve done more than this so they know what could be.

But Kurt has never been be opposed to going back to basics.

He starts kissing lower, not missing the way Blaine shifts on the bed, perhaps to force him lower.

“M’getting there,” Kurt says.

“Yeah, but not--”

Blaine’s words die on his lips when Kurt replaces his thumb with his mouth. He’s not really sure what he should be doing, so he chances a glance up at Blaine.

He’s looking down at him with his lips parted and eyes wide, so he must be doing something right. It doesn’t feel much different than when Kurt kisses any other part of his chest, but Blaine seems to think otherwise.

Kurt, who still feels a little silly, but is completely egged on by clipped off noises and darkened eyes, closes his lips around the tightened peak and sucks.

“Kurt,” he gasps. “Please.”

“Please what?” Kurt asks as he pulls off, admiring the way the area is shiny with spit. He drags his finger across the nipple to wet it before brushing it across the other one, and Blaine arches up into the touch.

“You like this,” he says, and it’s hardly a question because Blaine is leaving nothing to the imagination. “Could you come from it, you think?” he continues, his hips fucking into every word.

“Yesyesyes,” Blaine hisses, his hands frantically letting go of the fisted sheets and grabbing Kurt’s hips. There is a brief moment of fumbling where one of his wrists gets caught on one of the suspenders, just enough to break the tension and make Kurt giggle again.

Kurt likes the fumbling moments best, sometimes. They remind him that there is no one else he would rather be working out the kinks with.

He presses his lips to Blaine’s other nipple, figuring equal attention would be appreciated. He doesn’t dive right into it, like last time. He wants Blaine to remember this, especially if he plans on wearing those suspenders anytime soon. So he sucks hard on the skin right beside it, employing just enough teeth to pull an impressive bruise to the surprise. When he’s satisfied with his handiwork, he licks over it for good measure.

Blaine is babbling, telling him how good he is, how perfect. These are words that Kurt usually shrugs off, but in this moment, he takes them without question. He works his hips harder, gasping every time their cocks brush in a spark of something Kurt can’t quite put into words. All he knows is that Blaine makes his stomach feel like it’s swooping and drawing up tight from just a heated look, so being pressed up against him while he’s whimpering has Kurt on edge in the most delicious way.

Lavishing Blaine with attention in a place he wouldn’t have originally thought to has Kurt wondering where else Blaine wants his tongue. Maybe one day, when he’s feeling a little braver and a little less inhibited, he’ll find out.

He shoves a hand between them, pressing the heel of his hand right over the head of Blaine’s cock. It’s so wet from where he’s been trapped and leaking, and Kurt is never going to get over the swell of pride he feels when he finds Blaine like that.

Kurt completely gets off on his boyfriend getting off.

This is all so new, so he’s afraid to use teeth. He doesn’t want to hurt Blaine, so he just scrapes his teeth over the nub and waits for a reaction.

Blaine’s face scrunches up right before going slack, and that’s how Kurt knows he’s close. He scrambles up his chest to press his lips to Blaine’s slack mouth, tongue plunging inside in a way he’ll feel dirty about later.

Kurt grinds his hips against Blaine’s muscular thigh, still a little in awe of how easily Blaine seemed to tumble off of the edge. They don’t come together, but watching Blaine’s sated, sleepy expression while he chases his own release is just as hot, he thinks.

“Mm, you’re hot,” Blaine mumbles as Kurt collapses on his chest. They’re a mess and their boxers are going to feel uncomfortable soon enough, but this is the afterglow and he doesn’t want to spoil it.

“And you’re not allowed to wear those suspenders ever again,” Kurt teases, his fingers stroking over the mark on Blaine’s chest.

It’s Blaine’s turn to laugh, this time. “Sorry, all I heard was, Blaine, please wear those suspenders tomorrow.”

Kurt hides his face in Blaine’s neck. “You’re terrible.”

“If this is terrible, I think I like it.”