Blaine couldn't find the energy to even think about regretting this. Not with the boy he had loved in some form or another relentlessly for the past three years straddling him, lavishing his more sensitive spots with the most attention. Kurt was playing him like a piano and he never stood a chance. He had always been so attentive in these situations, always so sure to make Blaine feel special and cared for. Like he mattered. No other boy could hold a candle to that.
It's funny that you think I'm capable of making words happen right now is what he would have said, if it wasn't for the fact that he was currently memorized by the hot breath on his ear. The only response he granted his ex was a broken moan accompanied by an eager roll of his hips. He found himself thankful for the fact that his hands were pinned over his head. It prevented him from doing dumb, dumb things like grabbing Kurt's hips and unabashedly rutting against him until whateverthiswas was over very quickly.
"Fuck," he breathed, looking up at Kurt through heavily lidded eyes.