The video feed switches on without warning, but the camera of the device seems to be a bit obstructed. It almost looked like someone had thrown something over it, possibly a shirt of some kind. So that meant someone had taken precaution to prevent this from happening. Unfortunately the cloth had slipped halfway off the device, allowing for this very private scene to take place in front of everyone
It's Kurt and Blaine standing in front of a bed in a lavishly decorated bedroom. Kurt's wearing what can only be described as a red and white Cheerio uniform. It's gender appropriate of course, but he's frowning and tugging at the waist band of the very tight looking pants, muttering about them being a bit too tight and how he hadn't worn this since his sophomore year.
Blaine looked like he was about to choke on his tongue. The uniform complimented Kurt perfectly, the fabric of the pants tight in all the right places. He looks up, forcing himself to train his eyes on Kurt's face, stepping closer and nodding. "I can see that."
Kurt could feel Blaine's eyes on him. He could also feel how tight fitting the red and white uniform was. Tight in all the right places, unfortunately.
"You like it? It's just some silly old thing I haven't worn in years."
He was still a sexy bitch in that uniform and he knew it.
"I do like it. It's really - it's gorgeous, Kurt, it suits you." Smiling softly, Blaine steps closer, trying not to look like the horny idiot he felt like. Taking Kurt's hand, he lifts it to his mouth and kisses the fingers gently, sweet and romantic. "I can imagine you didn't really like wearing it, though, considering as the cheerios seem to wear their uniform all the time. No time for fashion, right?"
Kurt was watching Blaine very closely. He could read his lover's moods pretty well and he was beginning to notice that tell-tale gleam in those hazel eyes. Just knowing that he was provoking that smouldering look on Blaine's face made Kurt get a bit hot under his collar too. His heart beats a bit faster, blood rushing in his veins as Blaine kisses his fingers. He was such a gentleman....
"I used to wear it all the time, but not after I quit the Cheerios." He shifts closer, wrapping an arm around Blaine's waist and leaning in for a kiss that he knows they both desire.
Kurt's arm slides around his waist and Blaine knows what's coming; he knows Kurt and his movements better than anyone. Leaning into the kiss, Blaine wraps his arms around his boyfriend and holds him close, letting the kiss be; gentle, soft and soothing, everything he knows they both want and need.
Pulling back a little, Blaine whispers against Kurt's mouth, pressing little pecks against his lips between words. "You look so amazing..."
Kurt could literally feel the breath being forced out of his lungs. It happened every time. Ever since that very first kiss back a Dalton Academy. Blaine left him breathless and weak in the knees every single time they kiss. His heart felt like it might just burst in his chest. He could swear he head music somewhere.....
The things Blaine could do to him....
No one else could ever compare. Not even close.
He sinks into that kiss, sliding his free hand up to tenderly cup one side of his boyfriend's face. He can't help grinning as Blaine admits how awesome Kurt looks in his uniform.
"Don't you think I'd look even better with it off?"
Every single kiss with Kurt felt as amazing as the first; all the emotions, the nervousness, the butterflies in his stomach - Blaine knew for a fact he'd feel this way with Kurt for the rest of his life. Just being beside his boyfriend made him feel safe and complete, and being in his arms like this - there was no better feeling in the world. Nothing compared.
He leans back to smile as Kurt speaks, heat rushing through him as he kisses Kurt again, slow and deep and tender in every way he can make it. His boyfriend knows exactly what buttons to press to make him want, desperately, and adding a Cheerio uniform to that - well, it's almost unfair how easy it is to get Blaine to fall apart.
"You - yes, you would definitely look more amazing without it." Blaine knew how gorgeous and beautiful Kurt was without clothes and he was eager to experience it again. His fingers slid up under the cheerleader shirt, touching the soft skin of his stomach gently. "I - can I?"
That's about the time when the device switches off.
[ooc: Red is Kurt. Blue is Blaine!]
