{filled fromthis prompton the kink meme. also filled on my tumblr.}

"Blaine?" Kurt called out from the enclosed space of their walk-in closet. "Where's my mauve tinted tie?" He wondered, fingering the material of the matching cotton shirt in his hands. Kurt's business meeting was only an hour away, and the outfit he had originally planned to wear seemed to be missing a key piece.

"It's in the laundry room, honey." Blaine called back, stirring the pot of vegetable soup he'd been preparing for Kurt, knowing that Kurt worked best on a nourished stomach. Kurt froze in place when Blaine's words registered in his head.

"Blaine." Kurt raised his voice even louder. "Please tell me you didn't wash my tie." Blaine laughed nervously.

"I didn't wash your tie?" He tried, sounding obviously nervous. Kurt practically stormed into the kitchen, slamming the shirt in his hand onto the counter and waving his arms around frustratedly.

"Blaine, that tie is to be hand washed in warm watergently, not put through a cycle with a bunch of other shit!" Blaine's eyes widened but he tried his very best to avoid Kurt's gaze, mindlessly stirring the soup.

"But it turned out fine, Kurt. I even ironed it for you."

"I don't care if it turned out fine, I've told you not to wash that tie when I bought but you did it anyway! You could have ripped the fabric to pieces. God, Blaine, don't you know anything?" Kurt's face turned bright red with his anger.

"Don't say that to me, Kurt." Blaine waved one of his hands at him. "You know I hate when you say that, I'm not some kind of idiot." He sassed him. Kurt rolled his eyes and pushed Blaine's hand away.

"Well, you could have fooled me." Kurt grumbled. Blaine's head snapped in Kurt's direction.

"Excuse me?" Blaine questioned, one of his eyebrows going sky-high.

"You heard me." Kurt grinned devilishly, putting his hands on his hips. Blaine turned off the stove and crossed his arms across his chest.

"I'm so through with you saying that all the time! I'm not an idiot! I'm quite intelligent, thank you. In fact sometimes I think I might be even smarter than you, Kurt Hummel. I could do your job any old day, and maybe even better! Infact-"

"Oh, just shut up and fuck me!" Kurt shouted, grabbing for Blaine's face and pulling him into a deep kiss. Blaine made a surprised noise as his arms flailed about before resting on Kurt's hips and pulling him flush against himself. Kurt groaned into Blaine's mouth when they parted.

"If you're so mad at me then you better fuck me good and well." Kurt hissed into Blaine's ear, biting at the earlobe and moaning as Blaine groped his ass over his grey sweatpants. Blaine sucked a large hickey into Kurt's neck as he slid Kurt's sweatpants off his hips.

"I accept that challenge." Blaine groaned, squeezing Kurt's ass and rolling his own hips forward to meet Kurt's, their cocks brushing between the fabric of Blaine's pants. "God, no underwear?" Blaine hissed. Kurt smirked and nodded.

"And don't give me any of that foreplay shit." Kurt growled, grabbing at the hem of Blaine's skinny jeans and shoving them down, as well as his boxer briefs. "Just fuck me right here." Blaine pulled his pants all the way off and discarded them somewhere behind him, then doing the same with Kurt's sweatpants.

"I can do that." Blaine whispered, pulling Kurt close and giving him a deep, messy, dirty kiss before turning him around and shoving him forward against the counter. "Come on, put your pretty little ass on display for me." Kurt moaned and did what he was told, perking his ass out behind him. Blaine let his hand come down with a quick, big smack before spreading Kurt's cheeks and sliding in easily.

"God, fucking take it, Kurt." Blaine mumbled near Kurt's ear, fucking him into the counter. "You're always so ready for me." He added. "Always so open and ready, yeah." Kurt groaned and nodded his head. "But you've been a bad boy, haven't you? You called me some names, baby. I don't like that." Kurt whined and shook his head.

"Make me regret it, Blaine." Kurt hissed quietly. Blaine took this as an offer and fucked into Kurt faster and harder than before, slapping his right hip roughly, making Kurt cry out.

"Do you apologize, baby?" Blaine groaned, slamming his hips into Kurt's ass. Kurt nodded and whined.

"Yes, Blaine, I'm so sorry. Now please, make me come." He whispered desperately, already so close. Blaine reached around to fist Kurt's cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts and making sure to bottom out every time he fucked into Kurt's tight ass. "So close." Kurt whispered, throwing his head back with a moan and letting his mouth make an "o" shape.

"Come on, Kurt, come for me." Blaine growled into Kurt's ear, fisting his cock as fast as possible and bitting his shoulder. Within seconds, Kurt was coming with a high-pitched shriek of release. Blaine came directly after, collapsing against Kurt's back. When Blaine pulled out, he planted kisses to Kurt's shoulders.

"Mm." Kurt hummed contentedly, reaching behind himself to grab one of Blaine's hands and link their fingers together. After a few moments of happy silence, Kurt whispered, "You know I don't really think you're an idiot, right?" Blaine chuckled and nodded.

"Uh-huh. And you know I didn't mean to wash your tie. It just slipped my mind." Kurt smiled and nuzzled against Blaine's head. After a few more moments, Kurt sat up a bit against the counter and slapped Blaine's ass.

"Now get up, I've got a business meeting in 20 minutes." He grinned, planting a quick kiss to Blaine's forehead and scurrying out of the room to pick out a different set of clothing. The mauve-tie-outfit wasn'tthatgreat, anyway.