Kurt glared at him when he said that, though it was all in playful banter, then couldn’t help but laugh when Blaine corrected himself about what his definitive favorite thing was. “Oh, I know honey. It’s my brownies, is it not? Come now, come clean.” He didn’t even let him retort to that but instead their bodies molded together perfectly as his arms went around Blaine when he laid atop of him, then he narrowed his eyes and hummed. “Is that right? So I give the decree, but I’m not the one that has to do all the job? My, this is a rare kind of monarchy then.” He ran his fingers through his own hair when the halo fell to the ground, then looked at him and smirked. “Then how about you let me start, Sir, Blaine?” he practically crooned, then rolled Blaine on his back so that it would be easier for him to pull back and stand up, the tent around them tall enough for him to do that.
Slowly, his fingers worked around the hem of his tank, his hips swaying sultry to a music that only Kurt seemed to hear, then he pulled it out of his head and did a little spin for Blaine to see, his lean but strong torso displayed for him; he then reached down to the waistband of his sweats and turned around, his back now to Blaine and his hips still moving, and it was that same movement that helped pull his sweats down, his butt moving sinfully for his man to see. Since he wasn’t wearing any briefs, by the time he was done he stood there naked, and as he turned around to fully face Blaine, he placed his hand on his hip and grinned. “Now how’s that…, sir?”
“I guess I better confess now,” Blaine sighed dramatically looking pathetically guilty for all the world–or maybe just Kurt since they were home alone–to see. Long lashes blinked over sorrowful eyes as he squeezed Kurt tight as though he was trying to keep him from running away. Confessions of this sort? They were the slayers of relationships, the breakers of trust. Or just totally hammed up for fun. “I’m only in this for your baking and that one spaghetti dish you make that’s just,” his eyes rolled back as he groaned in unabashed delight, “too good to live without.” A happy laugh bubbled out of him, his ear to ear grin full of teeth and squinty eyes. “It’s an Anderson take over of your Hummel Monarchy. Should have warned you. We’re highly skilled at usurping when you least expect—-it,” his voice shifted to a whisper once his back hit the blankets. Kurt first? Like he’d be dumb enough to stop him.
Blaine lifted onto his elbows grinning around his front teeth indenting the edge of his lip as Kurt began to sway to the beat of whatever song only he could hear. Was he about to get a—yep. Kurt full on giving a strip tease that left Blaine sitting upright with a dumbfounded look. Reminding himself to wet his lips once Kurt faced him–mouth breathing through a slackjaw can do that to a person–, hazel eyes traveled up the length of his fiance’s body and stopped once he found the familiar shade of expectant blue staring down at him. “Uhm.. T-that’s great,” he paused and blinked dim-wittedly, “I mean..” –English, Blaine. Try speaking it.– He tried again but an impulsive double take over Kurt’s frame did absolutely no good for his effort. “Perfect,” he breathed deep and finally got out, “Why are you so beautiful,” he didn’t expect an answer just shook his head and decided he should pull his shirt off and start catching up to the whole spend-the-day-naked decree.
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