Klaine One-Shots

Knee Socks

(Blaine comes home to Kurt wearing an oversized sweater and knee socks, a.k.a Blaine's secret turn on. Just frottage nothing too much y'know)

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"Enjoy your day off?" Blaine asks, hanging his coat up and tugging at his tie until it pulls loose, walking into the living room. Kurt hums without looking up from his book, says, "Mmm, I did," but Blaine isn't really listening anymore. His throat has gone dry, eyes staring wide and unblinking at his husband.

Blaine has had a very specific, guilty fantasy about Kurt since they were in high school, and coming home to see Kurt looking just like he does in that fantasy - wearing grey knee socks and one of his large, black sweaters that falls off his shoulder, the material stitched with tiny holes so Blaine catches glimpses of pale skin - is making arousal twist hot and sudden in Blaine's stomach.

Kurt's legs are tucked up underneath him, long and slender except for the muscle of his thigh that Blaine loves so much. As far as Blaine can tell, the sweater and socks are all Kurt is wearing, and the thought makes him shiver.

"Blaine?" Kurt asks slowly, finally glancing up.

"Is everything okay?"

"You look–" Blaine cuts off, swallowing, and sinks down on the couch next to Kurt, sliding a hand up one socked leg, stopping when he gets to the top of Kurt's knee. "This is new."

"Technically it's old, but I just wanted to wear something comfortable." Something in Kurt's expression shifts knowingly when Blaine leans in to kiss him and he catches Blaine's face between his hands, grinning and rubbing their noses together. "Is this doing something for you, honey?"

"You- you have no idea," Blaine grits out, pressing his lips hard to Kurt's, tasting coffee and chocolate when Kurt's lips part under his. "God. Years. I've fantasized about you in this kind of outfit for years, Kurt, about just pinning you down and feeling your long legs wrap around me."

"You should have said something sooner," Kurt gasps, eyes fluttering shut when Blaine starts to suck at his neck, lips trailing over the exposed shoulder and kissing the warm skin before sucking marks there too. Kurt squirms underneath him, sensitive, and Blaine pulls back mostly to just keep staring at him, heat pooling in his belly at how gorgeous his husband looks like this, soft hair and red cheeks and his eyes bright with an unmistakably hungry gaze.

Blaine hears the sudden thunk of Kurt's book falling to the floor and they both laugh, Blaine dropping his head to Kurt's chest while Kurt pets at the back of his neck, fingers stroking slowly.

"Bedroom?" Kurt offers, but Blaine shakes his head, hands sliding up underneath Kurt's sweater to grip at the fleshy softness of his hips, tugging until Kurt's lying on his back on the couch, staring up at Blaine with raised eyebrows.

"This is- this is going to sound really embarrassing," Blaine starts to say, leaning over Kurt's body until their hips line up.

"I'm listening," Kurt says slowly.

"I want to be inside you but I don't think I can wait that long," Blaine whispers, and Kurt laughs again, a nervous giggle, before bringing his knees up and wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist, hands sliding between them to fumble the front of Blaine's pants open.

"I don't want your buckle digging into my– oh, yes, just like that," Kurt says, dropping his head back when Blaine starts to grind their hips together, smiling into Kurt's collarbone when he feels that Kurt is as hard as he is.

"Mmm, that's it."

"Yeah?" Blaine skims his hand down one of Kurt's thighs, the familiar feeling of coarse hair and thick muscle, until he reaches the soft material of the socks, where they're folded just above Kurt's knee. Blaine lets go just to shove his pants down as much as he can, kneeling between Kurt's legs like this, so he can feel the socks on his bare skin when he leans back down. "Holy– fuck."

Kurt grins, grabbing at both ends of Blaine's tie and pulling him down so he can kiss Blaine, clumsy and hard, arching his hips up when Blaine grinds down. "It's so hot how much you love this. Are you still going to fuck me later? Maybe–" Kurt's breath hitches, face scrunching with pleasure as their cocks rub together through their underwear. "Maybe in just the knee socks and nothing else."

"You're trying to kill me," Blaine whines, and Kurt laughs breathlessly, sliding his arms around Blaine's shoulders and meeting him for every hard thrust.

The heat builds fast, the pressure in his stomach tightening with each shove of his cock against Kurt's, the friction dulled by layers of clothes but still hot, still just enough to get him there.

"'m gonna come," Blaine pants, dropping his forehead to Kurt's shoulder and groaning when Kurt's legs squeeze tighter around him. "Kurt, baby, I'm–"

"Come on," Kurt says, and Blaine gasps out against Kurt's bare skin when he starts to come, hips jerking and body shuddering with the rush of pleasure, the way it leaves him exhausted and unsteady, like the only thing holding him together is Kurt's arms around him, his soft, gravelly voice saying, "That's it, sweetheart."

Blaine lifts his head to press his lips to Kurt's, kissing him lazily and swallowing Kurt's moans when he reaches between them to finish jerking Kurt off, until he's spilling inside his underwear and trembling through his orgasm, mouth open under Blaine's.

"Oh no, your work clothes," Kurt says after a minute of just trying to catch his breath, looking down between them with a stern expression on his face. Blaine laughs, dropping happy kisses to Kurt's cheeks, his forehead and the tip of his nose.

"They'll wash. Was that– are you okay?" Blaine asks, stroking his thumb over Kurt's flushed cheek, waiting until Kurt's heavy eyes meet his.
"Mmm. More than okay, but we're not finished yet, buddy."

"We're- we're not," Blaine says faintly, watching Kurt stand up on wobbly legs and then saunter into the bedroom, his knee socks uneven and hair messed up, sweater rucked up in back to reveal the curve of his ass where his tight briefs hug it perfectly. He turns around in the doorway of their bedroom, raising an eyebrow at Blaine.

"Coming?"

"God, yes," Blaine blurts out, tripping in his haste to follow Kurt and grinning at Kurt's surprised laugh when he tackles him on the bed, kissing him breathless.