Smiling in contentment, Blaine pressed his cheek to Kurt's head, feeling the stick of perspiration and strands of Kurt's hair clinging to his skin. It didn't matter. Everything about this moment was perfect. It was just the two of them, and their love for each other, and they'd never been closer.
Blaine wriggled his hand out from between them, hoping Kurt didn't mind that it was still messy, and laying it against his back to hold him a little closer. He knew they couldn't sleep like this--it would be uncomfortable and messy and already he could feel the slide of Kurt's softening cock, slicked with more than just lube, slipping out of him--but he wished they could. So he'd just hold a little tighter, and never let go.