fic: well, making love isn’t exactly what i’m looking for.

endofadream:

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Kurt leans down, rubs the fabric of his boxer-briefs over the fabric of Blaine’s panties, presses dry lips to Blaine’s cheek and then to his ear. He breathes out, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to come on your pretty little panties,” and feels something twist up hot and dark and wanting inside him at the words finally spoken aloud.

I have not abandoned this ‘verse! this installment is short, sadly, but I’m planning on a bigger one involving something very cute ;)

Blaine’s panties are here and all previous parts of this ‘verse are here. warnings under the cut and, like usual, title taken from the inside cover of Panic! At The Disco’s A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out

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