I really loved when we did “You Make Me Feel So Young.” I’m a big jazz standards guy, so that was fun for me. 

Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning

lurkdusoleil:

HAHAHAHA GUYS HOT MAKEUP SEX IS CANON but pretty intense feels are canon too so I tried to give you one and I just gave you both. I’m not even going to pretend to be sorry.

It’s the kiss on the cheek that tells Blaine he read the atmosphere right.

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2 hours ago with 434 notes

Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we’re both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it’s hard

slightestwind:

prompt: Blaine and his magic hands give Kurt a massage after work.
NC-17 for fingering and a happy ending~ ((and a brief cameo from Bruce))

"What’s this?" Kurt asks when he gets home from a long shift at the diner, eyebrows furrowing at the cushioned mat spread out on his bed. For a second he mistakes it for a body pillow and thinks that maybe Blaine has his own Bruce, but then he spots the basket of oils and lotions next to the bed.

"I know how much you love my backrubs," Blaine starts to say, and Kurt hums at the pleasant memories, the way Blaine’s hands always press so firm that Kurt just turns to putty under the touch, "so I thought I’d give you the full treatment this time. I know you must be sore from work and after… after the way you took care of me when I was insecure a couple of weeks ago, I figured I could return the favor."

Blaine shrugs like it’s nothing but Kurt’s eyes soften, hand reaching out to link their fingers together, squeezing. “Sex with you and your gorgeous body is never just a favor,” Kurt says slowly, surely, “but god, Blaine, a massage sounds amazing. Let me shower first?”

"Of course," Blaine replies, eyes sparkling when he leans in and gives Kurt a slow kiss before Kurt disappears to wash all traces of work away.

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1 day ago with 667 notes

spinmybowtie:

NYC Fiances + Mirror Sex WOOO! I wrote this out quickly so I apologize for any errors. ~1300 words. They switch, if in case that’s a thing to warn for.

The first time he notices it, Blaine doesn’t say anything. Well, nothing useful, anyway. It’s kind of hard to form coherent thoughts when Kurt is riding him into oblivion. 

The angle is off, but if Blaine turns his head a certain way, he can see Kurt’s thighs and the swell of his ass as he rolls his hips. Blaine gasps for air as he watches Kurt slam down hard while their moans echo through the blessedly empty loft. It’s a little distracting, and Blaine falls out of rhythm until Kurt whines above him. He focuses, grabs Kurt’s hips and plants his feet, and fucks up into him until they’re both sweaty and spent. 

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1 week ago with 517 notes

As actors our bodies are our instruments.

And my instrument is getting a little out of tune?

starponds