Kurt mouthed lightly against his neck as he spoke, but he stopped once Blaine started whispering in his ear. He groaned quietly, resting his forehead against the crook of his neck. It really wasn't fair for Blaine to say stuff like that, especially not when he was pressing up against his cock so perfectly. He rutted down against him and lifted his head, pressing a firm kiss against his lips.
What did he want? What did he need? For Blaine to feel safe, to feel secure and protected and loved. He pulled away enough to reach up toward his nightstand, pulling the drawer open and digging inside for the condoms and lube.