There are three things that Kurt loves about Blaine’s office. One: It has thick walls. Two: One wall is completely glass, overlooking Central Park. Three: There is a giant mahogany desk that is positioned in front of the window. These three things may seem nice on their own, but when they’re combined at night with a naked Blaine they take Kurt’s breath away.

Take now, for instance. Blaine is leaning against his desk, legs shoulder-width apart, his hands lying on his thighs as if by accident and not design when really Blaine’s whole pose-and it is a pose, Kurt knows by now-is tailor-made to seduce Kurt. The casual sensuality of it turns Kurt on and really he doesn’t know why he’s standing a foot away from Blaine when he could be touching him.

He walks forward and presses his whole body up against Blaine’s, sucking in a breath at the feel of skin against skin. Blaine groans and immediately lifts his hands to Kurt’s shoulders-not holding, just touching. Kurt licks his way into Blaine’s mouth and taps at his thigh, signalling to Blaine that he should stand. As soon as Blaine is standing Kurt drops to his knees and leans in to nuzzle at Blaine’s crotch. He ducks under Blaine’s cock and presses soft kisses to his balls before pulling back and grabbing Blaine’s hips with both hands.

Blaine moves to place his hands in Kurt’s hair but Kurt twists him around until he’s facing away from Kurt and staring out over New York at night. Kurt cups Blaine’s ass with both hands, smoothing his thumbs up the crease and revelling in the moan it gets him. He parts Blaine’s cheeks and takes a second to admire the view, just as Blaine is admiring the view in front of him. Blaine’s ass is generously proportioned, to put it politely, and his hole is dusky pink and gorgeous, already clenching around nothing in preparation for Kurt.

Kurt taps at the insides of Blaine’s thighs, making him spread his legs further apart and Blaine has to lean forward and place his elbows onto his desk so that he doesn’t lose his balance. Kurt’s cock twitches at the sight in front of him. There’s something illicit-something erotic-about the CEO of a major company bent over his desk ready to be fucked.

He leans forward and places a kiss to Blaine’s pucker. Blaine whines and presses back. He’s already eager for what he knows is coming and Kurt was never one to deny Blaine. He licks hot and wet over Blaine’s hole and doesn’t hesitate before twisting his tongue and pressing it in slowly, loving the way Blaine lets him in.

Blaine spreads his legs even wider and Kurt rewards him by reaching up with his right hand and tweaking one of Blaine’s nipples. Blaine gasps and drops his head to the desk, shamelessly thrusting back against Kurt’s mouth. Kurt slides his hand up Blaine’s chest and traces the seam of his lips until Blaine opens his mouth and sucks Kurt’s fingers into it. Blaine licks around Kurt’s fingers, getting them as wet as possible and sucking on them in an imitation of an act Kurt hopes be on the receiving end of tonight.

Blaine swirls his tongue around Kurt’s fingertips and whines when Kurt pulls his fingers away. His whines turn into moans when Kurt wriggles his index finger into Blaine’s ass alongside his tongue. Kurt twists it, searching, until he finds the perfect spot that makes Blaine cry out and start begging.

“Fuck, baby, please. Need you so bad. You have to…I can’t…ah, ahh.”

Blaine breaks off moaning when Kurt inserts another finger, Blaine’s ass tight around him. He moves his mouth back from Blaine’s hole, instead pressing sloppy kisses to the small of his back while still working his fingers in and out of Blaine. Blaine’s skin is sweaty and heated where Kurt is kissing it. He turns his face so that his cheek rubs against Blaine’s back and looks down to where he now has three fingers twisting in and out of Blaine easily while Blaine fucks back against them.

Blaine isn’t holding anything back. He’s rolling his hips back and forth between Kurt’s fingers and his hand-when he started fisting himself Kurt doesn’t know-and moaning and panting out half-words that Kurt can’t understand but hears at the same time. He stands up and presses the full length of his body against Blaine’s so that his mouth is right by Blaine’s ear. Blaine closes his thighs around Kurt’s cock instinctively, knowing what Kurt likes after ten years of being together.

“Look at all those people down there, Blaine.” Kurt whispers, starting to fuck between Blaine’s thighs. “They have no idea that we’re up here. That I could do anything I want with you and you’d take it, because you would take it, wouldn’t you beautiful?” Kurt’s question is rhetorical but Blaine answers it anyway with ‘yes, yes, oh god yes.’

“Good boy. So beautiful like this. So hot for it.” Kurt keeps whispering. He’s thrusting faster now, Blaine’s thighs slick with precome and spit. Blaine trembles and twists his head, desperately searching out Kurt’s mouth. Kurt turns his head down and kisses Blaine, taking control easily and sucking Blaine’s tongue into his mouth. A loud bang catches his attention and he looks out the window to see the fireworks start. He chuckles dirtily and kisses under Blaine’s ear before murmuring an endearment in it.

“Happy New Year, sweetheart.”