Kurt/Blaine, NC-17 (13,007 words)
Summary: Kurt’s tongue stud opens up a world of possibilities that neither Kurt nor Blaine could have exactly anticipated. Character study and lots of smut naturally follow. Featuring sex toys, prostate play, heavy spanking, and anal. Warnings for some casual reference to Ambien, OCD, and canonical character death (Finn.) Dedicated to the incomparable Julia. <3
It all starts with tales of that tattoo parlor.
He’s staring at his laptop screen where Kurt’s webcam-filtered face is peering excitedly back at him. Kurt’s wrapped in a thin black bathrobe and looking slightly flushed, hair and skin noticeably damp. This, Blaine notes, perking up, is a good sign. It’s been a while since their nightly Skype sessions have led to anything beyond conversation, and Kurt taking the time to shower before calling is, well…suggestive.
Kurt looks exceedingly pleased with himself, giving Blaine a coy smirk that he hasn’t seen cross his features in weeks. Blaine grins back at him, feeling suddenly light and sunny because Kurt is glowing even through the grainy picture of the webcam and it’s been so long since he looked anything but slightly ill-lit.