Kurt loves Blaine's Adam's apple. Loves to mouth at it, scrape his teeth over it. He loves the way it bobs up and down when Blaine's reduced to moans and pants as Kurt goes down on him. He loves the way it seems to protrude out more than usual every now and then, and most often when they're being intimate.

Blaine loves the way Kurt loves Blaine's Adam's apple. It's the most sensitive part of his neck, of his entire body, probably. And Kurt knows it. He knows what it does to him to have him rolling his tongue over it. To have him pepper it with kisses and little nips.

It's even better when Kurt multitasks. He'll wrap his soft, gentle hand around Blaine's throbbing cock. He'll stroke him slowly and surely, teasingly. He'll continue to bite down on Blaine's Adam's apple, basking in the moan that he releases and in turn humming happily, the vibrations stimulating Blaine's neck even more.

Blaine never has to tell him to do it. Kurt knows what he likes, has known for more than five years now. It's become a routine. A routine that never looses spark or the amount of pure love put into it.

Kurt gets just as much pleasure out of Blaine's Adam's apple as he does, if not more. More because it's become a thing for him. The bobbing of the apple distracts Kurt from his every-day chores. He'll be folding laundry or working on a new design and then Blaine will swallow loudly. Maybe he's eating or chugging down a glass of water, either way the noise will attract Kurt's ears and he'll look up and see it. Moments later he'll be pinning Blaine to a wall in their house and mouthing at it over and over again.

"Kurt." Blaine's quiet moan reels him back to the task at hand. Kurt smiles against Blaine's neck and presses one last slow, wet, open-mouthed kiss to his Adam's apple before leaning back to get a good look at his fiance.

"Yes?" Kurt asks innocently, even though he knows what Blaine's about to say, what Blaine wants. Blaine squirms beneath him, Kurt realizing that his hand on Blaine's cock has long since stilled. He smiles knowingly and begins to stroke him again, drawing it out as long as he can. Blaine groans and tosses his head back. "What is it?" Kurt asks again, because he wants to hear him say it. Wants to hear him beg.

"I need you." Blaine whispers, his eyelashes fluttering as his eyes open. They're a deep shade of honey and caramel, filled with pure want.

"Need me to what, honey?" Kurt coos, squeezing around the base of Blaine's cock because he knows he's getting close. Blaine whines, high and needy.

"Need you to fuck me." Blaine rasps, finally, looking up at Kurt with a combination of both lust and love. Kurt smiles and kisses Blaine's nose with a small "mwah".

"It'd be my pleasure, honey." Kurt whispers softly, reaching into the drawer of their bedside table for the mostly empty bottle of lube. They've both been so busy the past few months that every day off is a day of "let's stay and bed and re-memorize each others bodies."

They gave up condoms three years ago, after a long conversation of "there will never be anyone else" and "we're both so faithful". So when Kurt comes back to the space in-between Blaine's spread and pliant legs, Blaine braces himself for the overwhelming feeling he knows is coming. It's so much better without condoms. More romantic and close, and they can just sense each other. Completely raw and honestly themselves.

Blaine loves that he can feel when Kurt comes, the white fluid flooding his insides as Kurt stills inside him. If Blaine hasn't come before that, he always does when he feels it. It's the best feeling in the world, he always argues. And Kurt never disagrees because he's felt the same situation, had Blaine coming deep inside him before and it was perfect and wonderful but he still prefers to be the one doing the fucking.

Kurt pours such a large amount of lube all over his hand that it's dripping down onto the bed sheets bellow them. Oh well. Kurt thinks, smiling smugly. Tomorrow is laundry day, anyhow. Blaine smiles back at him, the same smug look being returned. Then let's be dirty, he seems to say, just with that simple expression. Kurt tosses the bottle of lube back into the bedside drawer, not even bothering to close it before he presses two blunt fingers to Blaine's hole. Blaine groans and squeezes around them for a moment before opening up to him completely. Kurt smiles fondly and pushes them all the way inside. It isn't long before Blaine's begging for more, more, more, tossing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. Kurt complies, of course, almost immediately, replacing the two fingers with three, and then four, and then Blaine is whining, screaming for his cock.

"God, please just fuck me already, Kurt." Blaine growls, once again squeezing around Kurt's fingers and Kurt can't even begin to protest because his own cock is now covered in pre-come and he simply can't wait to be inside of his fiance.

So he removes his fingers slowly, stroking his own cock a few times and covering it in the remaining lube before he brushes over Blaine's entrance with the head. Blaine hisses and grabs at Kurt's shoulders, trying to pull him forward, to pull him inside, because dammit, Kurt you're taking too long. Kurt just chuckles quietly before he pushes all the way in with one quick thrust and Blaine screams, then, louder than before and his fingernails sink into Kurt's skin, leaving little marks on his shoulders. Kurt groans deeply and presses his face into Blaine's neck, nosing along Blaine's Adam's apple as he grinds his cock deep inside of him.

Blaine's making small noises, little whines and moans escaping him every now and then as Kurt tries again and again to hit Blaine's prostrate, where he knows he likes it. Blaine gasps loudly, and Kurt smiles, bingo, he thinks as he pulls all the way out before shoving his way back in roughly and bottoming out, attempting to the best of his ability to hit the same exact spot, and he knows that he has when Blaine squeezes his shoulders and tries to keep him there. Kurt kisses, licks, and sucks at Blaine's neck, leaving countless hickeys as he fucks into him harder and faster with each new thrust. Blaine's cock is trapped between their two bodies and Kurt can feel it twitching with interest.

And then Blaine's coming, hot, sticky streaks of white painting his and Kurt's stomachs as he squeezes tightly around Kurt's cock. Kurt hisses and growls and bites down hard on Blaine's neck as he stills inside of him, his own come filling Blaine up. They're exchanging small pants, then, for at least 10 or 15 minutes before Kurt finally pulls out, Blaine groaning softly at the over-sensitivity. Kurt smiles and noses at Blaine's neck, pressing soft, soothing, kisses over the bite marks and hickeys he's left. Blaine sighs contentedly, his face the perfect expression of bliss as his limbs go all weak.

"Thank you." Blaine whispers, smiling lazily up at Kurt as his orgasm finally settles down. Kurt leans up to press a loving, gentle kiss to Blaine's lips before whispering against them.

"Thank you." And then they're both grinning stupidly and wrapping arms around each other and snuggling under a pile of sheets and blankets that absolutely must be cleaned by tomorrow. But they're both too comfy and happy and in love that they don't want to move for years, or at least hours. Blaine presses a small kiss to Kurt's ruffled hair that says "I love you" before his eyes finally fall shut and his breathing evens. Kurt hums happily against Blaine's chest, nuzzling against it in response, "I love you too", before his own eyes close and they both drift off into a deep, comfortable sleep.