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based on this video: Kurt and Blaine, as complete strangers, take a study where they kiss.

There’s an uneasy feeling in Kurt’s gut after he says yes to participating in the study—strangers kissing, seriously? How much weirder can this get?&mdas h;but he chalks it up to feeling desperate, and, well, maybe he is. It’s been six months since Joseph, and nearly three months since he’s gotten laid. And kissing is fun, playful, and Kurt maybe kind of really likes making out. Not that he’s going to be making out with anyone. Knowing his luck, the guy he’ll get partnered with won’t be worth more than a peck or two just for the study’s sake and Kurt will walk out of the building wondering how all of his life’s choices led up to this.

Kurt crosses his arms self-consciously over his chest as he stands in the middle of the room, twisting to stare at the white wall behind him, then at the guy puttering around behind the camera. God, why did he do this? He feels so out of his element like this. Kurt Hummel does not kiss strangers without at least a few drinks in him, and definitely not for random studies.

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prompted: I can’t remember if you wrote this before but could you please write something with the height and size difference between kurt and blaine when they are doing the dirty?

“You really get off on this, don’t you?” Blaine gasps, breathy, as Kurt grabs his thigh and hoists it up high around his waist.

Kurt kisses up Blaine’s neck, closing his eyes and dragging his tongue and tasting salt and soap. He grips tighter to Blaine’s denim-clad thigh, digs his nails in and feels the way the muscles tighten as Bla ine pushes him closer. “What, you?”

Blaine chuckles, but it’s barely there, lost in a moan as his hands grip and hold at Kurt’s shoulders. He arches, head pushing against the door to the loft, and bites out, “No—uhn. Well, I hope so, but I meant—ah. Being able to hold me against the door like this.”

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prompted: Hey, do you mind if I could please leave a prompt here? I really love the idea of like Skank!Kurt and Badboy!Blaine as a couple and they are actually really sweet and fluffy towards each other in their own twisted way, while still being tough bad-asses around the school. (I just love the way you write. Stay rad!)

Kurt’s in the out-of-order bathroom on the second floor with Quinn, skipping history and taking a much-needed smoke break. The October air is cool against his skin and ruffles his hair as he lean s against the window they’d cracked open, taking a drag and blowing the smoke outside.

“What do you think we’re missing today?” Quinn asks, taking a drag of her own cigarette as she leans against the wall just under Kurt. She taps it on the sink, sending the crumbling mountain of gray ash cascading into the drain.

Kurt shrugs. “Hell if I care.”

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(928): Maybe we should try and tone it down a notch. The neighbors changed the name of their wifi network to “i can hear you having sex.”

“Oh, god, yeah, yeah—fuck, Kurt, right there—”

Kurt hoists Blaine’s legs higher, cants his hips up so the next slide of his cock goes deep and presses just right. Under him Blaine gasps, writhes, grabs at Kurt’s thigh and then at his own cock, working it fast just under the head. Kurt grunts, bites his lip and feels the skip of his heart in his chest as it begins to speed up.

“F uck, oh fuck,” Blaine sobs, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. His jaw clenches, then relaxes, falling wide as he pants. His back arches, free hand twisting in the sheets; sweat gleams on his body, glittering as it catches the wan yellow light of their bedside lamp. Kurt thinks Blaine looks gorgeous, otherworldly, a plethora of other adjectives that Kurt’s lust-riddled brain can’t get across its wires. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

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hold the weight of the world on my back—Kurt finds out that Blaine likes to be praised in bed, and he’s more than okay helping with that.

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Kurt discovers it, surprisingly, nearly six months into them having sex. It’s by accident, after they’ve both already come and are breathing heavily, Kurt’s heart racing and his blood rushing in his ears. Underneath him Blaine’s eyes are closed, lips parted and shining in the late-afternoon sunlight. The sheets are twisted around his body, evide nce of where he’d grabbed and squirmed and writhed. Kurt’s cooling skin flushes again at the thought.

They have the house to themselves for the night, Blaine’s parents gone to a wedding a city over. It’s the first time in weeks that they’d got to have proper sex, but also the first time ever that they’d really slowed things down, took the time to memorize, to learn what might have been overlooked before.

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anonymous prompted: the first time bp!blaine rides kurt and goes absolutely crazy because it just hits the spot /no matter/ how he moves and ended up squirting all over Kurt’s chest and stomach

Blaine’s trying to focus on the slick slip-slide of Kurt’s tongue over him, the way it makes his hips cant up and his breath shorten, but all he can think about is how…boring their sex life seems. It’s been months since they’d started, but it’s been nearly the same routine every time: they go down on each other, they fuck, maybe they finger each other if they don’t have t ime for the latter. And while Blaine loves it, loves basically anything involving him and Kurt and no clothes, he can’t help but feel an itch for more.

“Kurt,” he says. It comes out as more of a whine when Kurt spreads Blaine’s lips, licks harder, faster, flicking over the rim of Blaine’s entrance. Blaine arches up, gasping, grabs Kurt’s hair and lifts his head up to stare at the deep furrow of Kurt’s brow between his thighs. “Oh, shit—Kurt.”