Fic: An Ode to Blaine Anderson's Itsy Bitsy Waist
Fic: An Ode to Blaine Anderson's Itsy Bitsy Waist
rating: NC17
word count: ~1,100
spoilers: none
summary: "Blaine’s waist, his tiny waist, had sort of become a thing for Kurt since Blaine had left those boxy blazers behind at Dalton."
notes: written for ccmskatechick's birthday. Happy birthday, Kerry! And yes, I have a Tumblr. It's here!
Kurt’s room is warm, spring turning quickly into summer, their bodies throwing off heat and sweat. Their skin sticks together everywhere they touch, the front of Kurt’s legs against the back of Blaine’s thighs as he presses inside, overheated and dizzy. The sweat gleaming off of Blaine’s back looks amazing, catching in the curves and pooling just a little in the small of his bent back.
They don’t do it like this often, on all fours and Kurt pushing into Blaine, at least not lately. It’s been face to face for the past few weeks; kissing and touching and grabbing and whispers of “I love you”. Remembering every detail of the other’s face before they’re separated for months.
But Blaine had showed up at Kurt’s still in his gym clothes, tight white tank top paper thin and clinging to his chest and waist.
“I’m sorry I’m all gross. Finn mentioned in the locker room that he was going to Rachel’s so I came right over so we could have some alone time before he got home.” Blaine dropped his gym bag on the floor, bending over to pick through it for clean clothes. “Let me just hop in the shower.”
Kurt watched Blaine bend over, red fabric pulled and stretched over the roundness of his ass, tank top inching it’s way up his back. He saw a flash of the skin on Blaine’s waist, smooth and a little paler than the skin on his arms, and there was no way Blaine was getting in the shower.
Blaine’s waist, his tiny waist, had sort of become a thing for Kurt since Blaine had left those boxy blazers behind at Dalton. Now at McKinley he wore tight cardigans, bright tucked-in polos, vests that nipped at his waist, jeans in loud primary colors that circled his hips and accentuated just how small his waist really was.
Kurt pushes into Blaine harder, hands fitted around his middle, holding and guiding his cock inside. Blaine’s still sweaty from the gym, muscles tight and sore, and Kurt bends in half to lick at Blaine’s skin.
“Harder,” Blaine chokes out and Kurt doesn’t know if he’s taking about his grip on Blaine’s waist or the way he’s thrusting into Blaine’s body. So Kurt digs his fingers in deeper, angles his hips down when he pushes back inside and Blaine screams.
He can’t stop looking at his hands around Blaine’s waist, how Blaine is almost small enough for Kurt’s hands to fit all the way around. His thumbs fit into the dimples on Blaine’s lower back perfectly, like they were made to go there. His hands slip against Blaine’s sweat-damp skin and he just digs his fingers in harder.
He picks up speed, the headboard bumping into the wall, Blaine’s knees and palms sliding up the bed from the force. Kurt usually likes to go slow, careful thrusts and murmuring words of encouragement. But sometimes he just wants tofuck Blaine, fast and hard, memories bruising into Blaine’s skin and scratching down Blaine’s back.
“Is this okay?” Kurt asks, needing to know that Blaine is enjoying this as much as he is.
Blaine moans, long and loud, head thrown back and neck stretched. “Yes, yes. Love it when you fuck me like this, Kurt. Can you-” Blaine stops short, tensing a little and not finishing his sentence.
“Tell me, Blaine,” Kurt says, thrusts in harder to coax the words out of him.
“Leave marks, could you? Please?” Blaine says, like he’s almost embarrassed, but it’s the hottest thing Kurt’s ever heard.
Kurt just groans, nails pinching Blaine’s skin, running his hands all over Blaine’s back, but always finding his way back to Blaine’s waist.
Blaine turns his head back to look at Kurt over his shoulder, cheeks flushed and sweat dripping down his temples. He looks at the concentration on Kurt’s face, watches as Kurt’s eyes never leave the spot where his fingers are digging into Blaine’s skin.
“I know you like it,” Blaine says, voice rough and pleasure-filled. “How small I am, I know.”
“Blaine,” Kurt breathes out, eyes closing and hips stilling for just a second at Blaine’s words.
Blaine pushes back onto Kurt’s dick, forcing Kurt to start fucking him again. “The way you always have your arm around my waist when we walk down the hall at school,” Blaine continues, fingers gripping at the bed sheets when Kurt fucks in faster. “Fuck, Kurt. Like that.”
Kurt tries to speak, to tell Blaine how much he loves him and how good he feels, but he’s tongue-tied, pleasure shooting up his spine and clouding his brain.
“Your hands always go right to my waist when we kiss and you hold on so tight,” Blaine says, broken moans sprinkled in between the words. “Sometimes it leaves bruises.”
Kurt folds himself down, covering Blaine’s body completely with his own. His arms go to Blaine’s waist immediately, circling around and pulling Blaine closer.
Blaine falls to one shoulder under the added weight, but just scrambles until he can reach a hand underneath his stomach and around his cock.
Kurt grinds in, not being able to thrust as well in this new position, but not caring at all. He has Blaine all around him, covering him completely until they’re one person.
He hears Blaine’s choked cry beneath him, feels his thighs shake and then tense in Kurt’s arms when he comes, Kurt’s name falling from his lips over and over.
Kurt grinds in one more time, completely buried inside of Blaine. He presses his face into the skin and muscle of Blaine’s back and comes, teeth digging in and almost breaking the skin.
Blaine collapses completely, Kurt falling on top of him. It’s like they have lead in their blood, their limbs heavy and unable to move.
“Just give me a minute,” Kurt mumbles into Blaine skin, the taste of Blaine’s sweat still on his tongue.
“Mmm,” Blaine hums happily, content. “I don’t mind.”
They finally move apart, but just barely; just enough for Kurt to pull out slowly and for Blaine to roll onto his back, Kurt using his chest as a pillow. Kurt reaches his arms out automatically, fitting them around Blaine’s waist perfectly and holding tight.
rating: NC17
word count: ~1,100
spoilers: none
summary: "Blaine’s waist, his tiny waist, had sort of become a thing for Kurt since Blaine had left those boxy blazers behind at Dalton."
notes: written for ccmskatechick's birthday. Happy birthday, Kerry! And yes, I have a Tumblr. It's here!
Kurt’s room is warm, spring turning quickly into summer, their bodies throwing off heat and sweat. Their skin sticks together everywhere they touch, the front of Kurt’s legs against the back of Blaine’s thighs as he presses inside, overheated and dizzy. The sweat gleaming off of Blaine’s back looks amazing, catching in the curves and pooling just a little in the small of his bent back.
They don’t do it like this often, on all fours and Kurt pushing into Blaine, at least not lately. It’s been face to face for the past few weeks; kissing and touching and grabbing and whispers of “I love you”. Remembering every detail of the other’s face before they’re separated for months.
But Blaine had showed up at Kurt’s still in his gym clothes, tight white tank top paper thin and clinging to his chest and waist.
“I’m sorry I’m all gross. Finn mentioned in the locker room that he was going to Rachel’s so I came right over so we could have some alone time before he got home.” Blaine dropped his gym bag on the floor, bending over to pick through it for clean clothes. “Let me just hop in the shower.”
Kurt watched Blaine bend over, red fabric pulled and stretched over the roundness of his ass, tank top inching it’s way up his back. He saw a flash of the skin on Blaine’s waist, smooth and a little paler than the skin on his arms, and there was no way Blaine was getting in the shower.
Blaine’s waist, his tiny waist, had sort of become a thing for Kurt since Blaine had left those boxy blazers behind at Dalton. Now at McKinley he wore tight cardigans, bright tucked-in polos, vests that nipped at his waist, jeans in loud primary colors that circled his hips and accentuated just how small his waist really was.
Kurt pushes into Blaine harder, hands fitted around his middle, holding and guiding his cock inside. Blaine’s still sweaty from the gym, muscles tight and sore, and Kurt bends in half to lick at Blaine’s skin.
“Harder,” Blaine chokes out and Kurt doesn’t know if he’s taking about his grip on Blaine’s waist or the way he’s thrusting into Blaine’s body. So Kurt digs his fingers in deeper, angles his hips down when he pushes back inside and Blaine screams.
He can’t stop looking at his hands around Blaine’s waist, how Blaine is almost small enough for Kurt’s hands to fit all the way around. His thumbs fit into the dimples on Blaine’s lower back perfectly, like they were made to go there. His hands slip against Blaine’s sweat-damp skin and he just digs his fingers in harder.
He picks up speed, the headboard bumping into the wall, Blaine’s knees and palms sliding up the bed from the force. Kurt usually likes to go slow, careful thrusts and murmuring words of encouragement. But sometimes he just wants tofuck Blaine, fast and hard, memories bruising into Blaine’s skin and scratching down Blaine’s back.
“Is this okay?” Kurt asks, needing to know that Blaine is enjoying this as much as he is.
Blaine moans, long and loud, head thrown back and neck stretched. “Yes, yes. Love it when you fuck me like this, Kurt. Can you-” Blaine stops short, tensing a little and not finishing his sentence.
“Tell me, Blaine,” Kurt says, thrusts in harder to coax the words out of him.
“Leave marks, could you? Please?” Blaine says, like he’s almost embarrassed, but it’s the hottest thing Kurt’s ever heard.
Kurt just groans, nails pinching Blaine’s skin, running his hands all over Blaine’s back, but always finding his way back to Blaine’s waist.
Blaine turns his head back to look at Kurt over his shoulder, cheeks flushed and sweat dripping down his temples. He looks at the concentration on Kurt’s face, watches as Kurt’s eyes never leave the spot where his fingers are digging into Blaine’s skin.
“I know you like it,” Blaine says, voice rough and pleasure-filled. “How small I am, I know.”
“Blaine,” Kurt breathes out, eyes closing and hips stilling for just a second at Blaine’s words.
Blaine pushes back onto Kurt’s dick, forcing Kurt to start fucking him again. “The way you always have your arm around my waist when we walk down the hall at school,” Blaine continues, fingers gripping at the bed sheets when Kurt fucks in faster. “Fuck, Kurt. Like that.”
Kurt tries to speak, to tell Blaine how much he loves him and how good he feels, but he’s tongue-tied, pleasure shooting up his spine and clouding his brain.
“Your hands always go right to my waist when we kiss and you hold on so tight,” Blaine says, broken moans sprinkled in between the words. “Sometimes it leaves bruises.”
Kurt folds himself down, covering Blaine’s body completely with his own. His arms go to Blaine’s waist immediately, circling around and pulling Blaine closer.
Blaine falls to one shoulder under the added weight, but just scrambles until he can reach a hand underneath his stomach and around his cock.
Kurt grinds in, not being able to thrust as well in this new position, but not caring at all. He has Blaine all around him, covering him completely until they’re one person.
He hears Blaine’s choked cry beneath him, feels his thighs shake and then tense in Kurt’s arms when he comes, Kurt’s name falling from his lips over and over.
Kurt grinds in one more time, completely buried inside of Blaine. He presses his face into the skin and muscle of Blaine’s back and comes, teeth digging in and almost breaking the skin.
Blaine collapses completely, Kurt falling on top of him. It’s like they have lead in their blood, their limbs heavy and unable to move.
“Just give me a minute,” Kurt mumbles into Blaine skin, the taste of Blaine’s sweat still on his tongue.
“Mmm,” Blaine hums happily, content. “I don’t mind.”
They finally move apart, but just barely; just enough for Kurt to pull out slowly and for Blaine to roll onto his back, Kurt using his chest as a pillow. Kurt reaches his arms out automatically, fitting them around Blaine’s waist perfectly and holding tight.