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Blaine tangled his hands around Kurt’s face, tugging him closer and rutting his hips up urgently.

“B-Blaine,” Kurt groaned, pressing down, hands grabbing at the flesh of Blaine’s hips. “Blaine…Blaine, I-I..”

Blaine mouthed and bit at Kurt’s neck, curling his fingers and scraping at the hair at the nape of Kurt’s neck. “Come, baby. Come for me.”

“I-I…” Kurt bucked hard, squeezing his hands and moaning as the coiled heat in his stomach snapped.

“You’re so good, Kurt. So good,” Blaine purred, hand slipping between them to palm at the erection straining in his jeans. “You’re such a good boyfriend…so good to me…”

Kurt’s face nuzzled into Blaine’s, panting heavily, hot breath fanning over Blaine’s ear. “Let go, Blaine. Let go.”

Blaine gave a broken sob, spine arching as he came, trembling and shuddering as his muscles contracted.

Kurt pressed close, the uncomfortable stickiness in his pants starting to disgust him. He could feel the rapid pounding of Blaine’s heart against his chest as Blaine kissed whatever part of Kurt’s face he could reach: the curve of his ear, the line of his jaw, the brush of his hair.

“I love you,” Blaine whispered, fingers stroking at Kurt’s back.

Kurt nosed at Blaine’s ear and kissed just below his earlobe. “I love you too.”