Kurt bit his lip to muffle a soft cry as Blaine's hand wrapped around him and stroked in rhythm with his own. It was ridiculous how he always knew just how tight to grip, how much pressure, everything. Kurt's eyes squeezed closed even harder as he felt his body tensing, his throat aching as he tried not to cry. Because he was just feeling so much, both physically and emotionally and he just couldn't find the words to say just how much he loved him.
"My h-husband," he whispered, whimpering again and tilting his head back. "So close Blaine."