"Let's not get into that argument," Kurt whispered, stroking his fingers in as he sucked lightly against Blaine's collarbone. The argument about which one of them loved the other more could last for days, weeks, months, years. Honestly, it was better left just assuming that they both loved each other to bits and not try to measure it. He gave a soft groan at Blaine's words, pulling his fingers out and reaching for the lube again.
It felt strange, to feel it slick against his skin instead of through the layer of a condom. His hand stroked the lube on and he braced against the bed as he lined himself up and pressed in against Blaine's entrance. He pushed in past the tight ring of muscle and bit his lip to keep from moaning, the coppery sensation of blood hitting his tongue quickly.