The thing about Blaine is that he’s so much larger than life that Kurt often forgets how small he is. When he’s bouncing around the choir room or talking about the latest Vogue his personality seems to fill a room but it’s times like this that Kurt really sees Blaine. 

They’re cuddled in bed, Blaine lying on Kurt’s chest, and Blaine’s toes are brushing Kurt’s ankles. Blaine is smiling softly up at Kurt and Kurt is still coming down from his admittedly excellent orgasm. He brushes his hands down Blaine’s back, over his ass-with a quick squeeze on the way-and rubs his hands over Blaine’s thighs. Blaine groans and arches into the touch. He’s always like this after he’s ridden Kurt. Kurt nuzzles his nose against Blaine’s and rolls them over so that Blaine is lying on his back. Kurt stands and grimaces at his sticky chest. 

“Shower, honey?” He asks Blaine. Blaine groans and shakes his head. 

“Too far.” He replies. Kurt shakes his head and sighs. He loves how vulnerable Blaine is after sex but sometimes he’s downright lazy. Instead of arguing, he picks Blaine up bridal style and carries him into the shower. Blaine hmms then leans his head against Kurt’s shoulder. 

Kurt puts Blaine down carefully then turns on the shower, secretly laughing at Blaine’s annoyed yelp when the cold water hits him. Out loud he coos and apologises, not that Blaine believes him if that glare is anything to go by. He kisses Blaine to properly apologise and presses him into the wall. 

Blaine sighs into the kiss and brings his arms up around Kurt’s shoulders. Kurt sucks Blaine’s bottom lip into his mouth and slides his hands up from Blaine’s hips to his waist. Blaine shudders and presses in closer. It had surprised Kurt when he first put his hands on Blaine’s waist and felt how small it was. To be honest it’s a bit of a turn on-holding Blaine’s waist while he kisses him feels so traditionally romantic, like something out of the classic movies, and Kurt is nothing if not a romantic.

Blaine rubbing against Kurt brings him back into the moment and he pulls back to look at Blaine. He is wet on one side from the spray of the shower and looks utterly debauched. His hair is sticking up everywhere and his lips are red and puffy from kissing. Kurt pushes him into the way of the water and does his best to rinse off the sweat and mess from Blaine’s skin while Blaine preens and does absolutely nothing to help.

When he’s finished and is rinsing the last suds from Blaine’s hair, Blaine leans up on tiptoe to kiss Kurt. Kurt’s eyebrows rise but he lets his hands flutter down to Blaine’s waist and holds him delicately while Blaine rests his hands lightly on his shoulders. 

“You take such good care of me.” Blaine murmurs when he pulls back enough to rest their foreheads together. Kurt shakes his head because it’s always Blaine taking care of him but he squeezes Blaine’s waist anyway and quickly washes himself off. Blaine is no help, mouthing along his shoulder from behind, and keeps rubbing himself against Kurt.

“You cannot still be horny. It’s not humanly possibly.” Kurt says. Blaine just grins against his back, which Kurt takes to mean he is horny again, and the erection bumping against his ass is sort of a give away. 


He bites his lip before turning around and kissing Blaine fiercely. Blaine moans into the kiss and leans up on his toes to keep it going even when Kurt tries to pull back. Kurt laughs and walks Blaine back until his back is against the shower wall and he hisses at the cold. Kurt kisses him to distract him and rubs his half-hard cock against Blaine’s. He slides his hands down Blaine’s hips until he has two handfuls of Blaine’s ass and pulls up so Blaine is stretched up against Kurt. Kurt bites at Blaine’s lip then pulls up with his hands again before dropping his head to Blaine’s ear.

“Up, sweetheart.” He says before nipping at the lobe. Blaine whines when he realises Kurt’s plan and wraps a tentative leg around Kurt’s waist before Kurt simply picks him up with his hands under Blaine’s thighs to hold him against the wall. Blaine’s other leg comes up around Kurt’s waist as well. Kurt kisses Blaine again and presses his hips into Blaine’s. 

They both moan when their cocks touch-Kurt is fully hard now, and wants to get off. Blaine presses his foot into Kurt’s ass and Kurt obliges the unspoken request by fucking up against him. Blaine moans and tightens his hold on Kurt’s shoulders. 

Kurt kisses along Blaine’s neck as he thrusts against him. Blaine’s hands tighten into fists before he digs his nails into Kurt’s back. Kurt cries out and slams Blaine against the wall. 

“Blaine, I’m close.” Kurt pants wetly against Blaine’s neck, “Touch me, please, fuck sweetheart.” Kurt moans when Blaine drags his nails down Kurt’s back. Blaine takes pity on him and takes both of their cocks in hand. Kurt groans and fucks up into Blaine’s hand. Blaine starts moving his hand faster as it becomes slick with precome. He considers trying to make it last but he’s eighteen and only has so much self-control. 

Kurt’s thrusts are starting to become unsteady, so Blaine speeds up his hand, twisting his wrist the way Kurt likes it and is rewarded when Kurt spills between them with a low moan. Watching Kurt is enough to get him close, and when Kurt kisses sloppily at his shoulder and then bites him, Blaine comes with a shout. 

Kurt puts him down carefully, having to hold Blaine up when his knees buckle but together they manage to wash off a second time and dry each other off with towels. Kurt goes to change the sheets and when he comes back Blaine is going through his drawers in his briefs, looking for a change of clothes. He holds up his shirt, looking sheepish. 

“It got in the way earlier.” He explains. Kurt snorts and puts the shirt with his washing. He leans past Blaine to snag one of his old button down shirts and hands it to him. Blaine pulls the shirt over his head and has to fight with the buttons a little before it settles into place. Kurt’s breath catches for a second as he looks at Blaine. The shirt sort of fits him, but it hangs down noticeably past his briefs and hangs off his shoulders. 

It shouldn’t be as hot as it is but Kurt’s cock still gives a painful twitch, trying to get hard again. Blaine gives a self-depreciating laugh and tugs at the sleeves, which are hanging down past his wrists. 

“Just a little bit too big, don’t you think?” He laughs. Kurt shakes his head.

“No, I think it fits perfectly.” Kurt breathes. Blaine’s eyes widen then he grins slyly. 

“Oh really? I think you just like seeing me in your clothes, Mr. Hummel.” Blaine says. 

“I think you might be right.” Kurt says, before kissing Blaine again. He walks over to the bed and sits down on it, pulling Blaine into his lap. Blaine curls his legs under him and rests his head on Kurt’s shoulder. 

“No, wait, more kisses.” Kurt whines. Blaine laughs into his shoulder and presses a kiss there.

“Cuddles first.” Blaine says. Kurt hums against Blaine’s temple and closes his eyes. Cuddles sound pretty good.