Hello, I'm Blaine Anderson. Twenty-one years old and currently going to school in New York for photography. I used to live in a small town named Lima, OH where I spent most of my holidays off. I'm a coffee addict, I don't know how to put my camera down in the most inappropriate moments, and I cuddle with dangerous animals I shouldn't.
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
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No complaints escaped from Blaine's lips as Kurt pushed him back, feeling as the edge of the bed hit his legs and buckled them. The moment his body hit the bed, he was scrambling over the comforter, pushing himself up so he could watch as Kurt worked on his pants. “God, we were not made to get through this fast,” Blaine mumbled, pushing his hips up and reaching down to help Kurt get his boxer-briefs off just a tiny bit quicker. Thinking back, teenage Blaine would have complained and pouted at the fact that Kurt was wearing more clothes and how unfair the situation was, but after years of trying to find time alone and even sessions of sex with clothes still on and pulled down a fraction of the way, Blaine was just happy to actually be naked for once.
“Get your pants off, Kurt, seriously, Sebastian could walk in at any moment.” As he said this, Blaine turned over onto his hands and knees to crawl over the bed and get into the bedside table, grabbing the still mostly—and sadly—full bottle of lube and a condom. After tossing them onto the bed, Blaine crawled back to Kurt and got onto his knees, grasping Kurt's face in his hands. Pressing a hard kiss to his lips, Blaine let out a soft moan of happiness. “God, Kurt, this feels so great.”
He worked his hands over Kurt's front, letting his palms slide over warm skin, his lips tingling with the want to kiss and lick and bite. “Get on the bed,” Blaine said with a playful growl, grabbing at Kurt's arm and pulling, but at the same time trying to kiss as the other finally—finally—got onto the bed with him, naked and beautiful and willing for Blaine, god.
“I think we should lock Sebastian out,” Blaine murmured as he kissed Kurt, his hands ghosting over pink cheeks and soft hair and a rising chest and sinking stomach. “So I can take my time. Coax my name out of your mouth over and over till you're screaming it and he'll still hear you outside of the apartment.” Just speaking like this was turning Blaine on a bit more, hardly able to keep himself from touching his own body.
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Kurt couldn’t help the complaints and arguments coming out of his mouth. Sebastian was going to come home, Stark was going to whine loudly and ruin the mood, and on and on until Blaine slanted his lips over his, pressing Kurt hard and firm against the wall. Kurt tangled his fingers into Blaine’s hair easily, unable to stop his body’s movements from memory his body already knew what was coming. His hips rolled against Blaine’s body and he sighed into the other’s mouth with the mind numbing kisses, letting out a loud needy whine when Blaine bit his lower lip. It was like all the arguments he had melted in the face of his mate being needy for him.
And god, it would be beautiful not to have to use conditioner as a lube anymore.
"Yeah," Kurt asked, his tone slightly condescending at Blaine exhalation, his fingers scrambling to help Blaine open up as fast as he was stripping down Kurt. Kurt didn’t even care if he was making it worse, their sex never being well coordinated in the first place. Kurt tugged lightly on Blaine hair to get the other to move from his collarbone, wanting to put a new hickey on his neck. "You should."
Kurt let out a whine around Blaine’s skin when Blaine’s hand finally found him, not even needy a cursory tug to get him fully hard. Blaine could do it by breathing right. Kurt pulled back, satisfied before shoving at Blaine’s shoulders until the other was backing towards to bed, scrambling on top of the other when he fell backwards, his fingers nimbly undoing the pants the other wore.
"Come on," Kurt whined, frustrated that he couldn’t pull Blaine’s boxers down further without moving.
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How I've Missed This || Klaine
"Shut up," Blaine groaned, rolling his eyes as he pushed at Kurt's shoulders till his boyfriend's back hit the wall. He wouldn't stop talking and Blaine wanted nothing more than for him to use his mouth for something so much more productive, especially when they had such little time to do anything so risky. "Sebastian is going to be home sometime and I'd rather him not walk in on you screaming my name, okay?" Blaine punctuated his statement with a hard kiss against Kurt's open mouth, dragging his teeth along his bottom lip, tugging it before kissing it to soothe it.
His hands were rough and fast, wanting to get Kurt naked as fast as he possibly could. They had the apartment to themselves for the first time in weeks and it had been a long hot summer of quickies in the shower and mouths covered behind closed walls, and all Blaine wanted right now was to be as loud as he could because he could and he had missed Kurt's sounds. Stark was in his carrier that Blaine had bought him for long days out on the town and Blaine hardly even felt bad as he pulled off Kurt's shirt, almost tangling his own self in it as he tried to throw it across the room.
His shirt was the next to go, and then he was pushing Kurt back up against the wall next to his bedroom door, still contemplating whether he wanted to go into his bedroom or just bend Kurt over the couch because he was just so impatient. "Kurt, god, I really need this," Blaine whined as he pressed his mouth messily against Kurt's, his fingers fumbling with his jeans, letting out a frustrated sound when he couldn't get them unbuttoned quickly enough. "I swear to god, fuck," Blaine swore, pressing his forehead against Kurt's collarbone as he looked down to unbutton his jeans and then he worked on Kurt's, trying to fit his hand between the denim and his underwear, wanting to touch hot skin and to get Kurt melting in his hands now.
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I'm pretty sure no one has as great of a boyfriend as I do, wouldn't you agree, darling?
I think needless to say, I won Valentine's Day this year
Roses are nice, but nothing says “I love you” more than a place to hang bowties.
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Since Kurt has taken away his bed privileges, Stark has taken control over the couch and he's been there pretty much most of the day. I'm sure he won't be giving up the couch till he gets his spot on the bed back.
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Oh stop it. They're stupid. I'll just cuddle with Stark, and make up for all the cuddles he will be losing because of you and these darned bed sheets.

Ah, the pleasures of decorating.
Well, obviously you don’t look in the mirror before you go off to work, because I know you’re the cutest. No, they can’t. They are still pretty peeved about when I called in sick. They keep holding it over my head. I will and I will feel bad for only five minutes before I burrow myself into the pillows.

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I was just stating true facts, darling. I think you're the cutest thing around, so. Ugh, can't they wait? I want my boyfriend to cuddle for an hour or so. Fine, okay, but you're the one telling him. I will not be responsible for his sad faces.

Ah, the pleasures of decorating.
Apparently you. Because that statement was the cutest thing ever besides Stark. I mean, completely worth it. And yes, but it’ll have to be quick. They wanted me to come in early today. Apparently someone called in sick. Blaine, I love Stark, but give me one week with these sheets, please?

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I don't know what can be much cuter than these cute little elephants, really. Well, I mean, if you say sooo. It's a plan. But only if you'll join me, to break them in. Maybe even some Stark cuddles too, unless it's a no dog zone.

Ah, the pleasures of decorating.
That’s even cuter than the elephants Blaine. It’s beyond reasonable. They are so comfortable Blaine, you need to try them. Take a nap when you get home.

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I like those ones especially. They remind me of us. ...which is reasonable. I guess. For you, of course.

Ah, the pleasures of decorating.
Yes like those. I mean, especially the two holding trunks; they are really cute. Yes…because I really may have spent it on a $500 sheet set.

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Like the cute little elephant figure set that I bought that would just go great on our media center when we get one

Ah, the pleasures of decorating.
It’s the little things in life that count like a $500 sheet set.

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Oh, oh yes. That is absolutely fabulous news. It's not that he's really helping his case sometimes...so it's pretty amazing news actually. So yes, that is good to tell the readers. But cuddling is still far more important than whining over Sebastian.
In which blogging seems so bleh
That I haven’t been sent to jail because I haven’t killed your lovely roommate. I say that that is great news. But I guess I can cuddle you as well.

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Good news? I'm sure it's not more important than cuddling your stud-muffin.
In which blogging seems so bleh
Because the readers need to know the good news, duh. Besides, I don’t have a hunk of a boyfriend; I have a stud-muffin.

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Why blog when you can cuddle with your hunk of a boyfriend, huh?

In which blogging seems so bleh

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You like the sweat. Shush, and I'll love you.
My boyfriend>
A bit sweaty from your workout, but still the best. Not hushing. Just love me.
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I know I am. Hush.
My boyfriend>
You are the best kind of lover, love. Not telling, just merely suggesting.
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I'm being your amazing lover. Hush, don't tell me what to do.
My boyfriend>
You kind of are…move your mouth upwards?
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