The afternoon before the party, Kurt was unusually distracted.
He'd woken up that morning hard as a rock after dreaming of Blaine all night and had spent the hour before breakfast twisting on his own inadequate fingers, bent and panting, with his other hand around his cock.
The party preparations were complete, down to his pressed suit hanging beneath plastic on the door of his armoire. And so, after lunch, he guiltlessly retired to his room to continue what he'd started that morning. He wrung orgasm after orgasm out of himself, until he couldn't feel anything but buzzed relaxation. It was just what he needed; he'd barely touched himself in the last two weeks.
He didn't expect Blaine to perceive the nature of his mood, but when they met in the storage basement to talk about the party Blaine seemed as affected as Kurt was. It wasn't the end of the world for Blaine to let his professional mask slip a bit-the party was not an event of major concern for their work, though Blaine had said he hoped to mingle with several of Remy's associates who came when invited to gatherings but didn't live in the house. Kurt simply had to look gorgeous, remain observant, hang on Remy's arm, and know when to disappear.
Blaine wasn't dressed for the party yet. Kurt was. Something about Blaine scruffy, dressed down, and unable to take his eyes off of the lines of Kurt's suit was distracting Kurt to an embarrassing degree. That they hadn't been intimate in weeks was certainly contributing. When Blaine turned to leave, Kurt grabbed his wrist.
There was the briefest of moments when Blaine tensed, unsure, and was clearly ready to tell Kurt it wasn't a good idea for them to linger, to come so close to each other in the house. But then Kurt's hand slipped in his and their fingers tangled, sending jolts of sensation up Kurt's arm.
Blaine groaned, turned, and held Kurt's face with his free hand, backing him up into a wall, using their threaded fingers to pin Kurt's arm above his head. Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth when their bodies lined up.
"I don't want to mess up your suit," Blaine whispered, pecking his mouth with kisses.
Kurt went to his knees on the concrete. "I don't care."
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On The Devil's Path
FanficWritten by missbeizy on Archive of Our Own. Kurt, a successful stage actor, was married to a wealthy businessman who had subtly taken control over every aspect of his life. After Kurt's husband pressured him into a life in the country, Blaine was hi...
