"Blaine, stop it. I'm trying to get dressed" Kurt says and attempts to swat his boyfriend away.
"I know. and I'm trying UNdress you." Blaine replies, gripping the waist band of Kurt's jeans and tugging them down.
"We don't have time for this, class starts in a half an hour" Kurt tries to be stern, but Blaine is looking at him with those eyes.
"Who needs class? I'd rather stay here with you, naked. All day, and all night." Blaine smirks at Kurt as he tries and fails to pull his jeans back up.
"Blaineee" Kurt whines.
"Kurrrrrt" Blaine whines back and sticks his tongue out. "Come on. Today is Friday! Can't we just play hooky this once? Please" He's begging now, pouty lip and puppy eyes.
Kurt puts his hand on his hip and stares at Blaine. "You're impossible, I swear"
"Maybe. But you love me anyway" Blaine smiles at him.
"That's debateable" Kurt says with a laugh, swatting at Blaine again.
Blaine pouts at him again.
"Oh don't be a baby" Kurt says, pulling Blaine toward him and kissing the breath out of him.
When they break apart, Blaine is panting. Hard. That's not the only thing that's hard.
"You. Are so easy" Kurt says against Blaine's lips.
Blaine whimpers, because it's currently the only sound he's capable of making. Kurt's hand has wandered down and is now cupping his erection through the boxers he has on.
"And you don't play fair" he finally manages to say with a moan.