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#can you imagine him pretending to be a tiger #ready to ravish kurt #but like really playful and jumping on top of him
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“If you’re a leopard, what does that make me?”
“Excuse me?”
Blaine nodded toward Kurt’s clothing, his eyes crinkling at the corners as though Kurt’s new Free People cardigan and Paul Smith tie were amusing. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
“I think some clownfish are maroon.”
“But I want to be a cat, like you,” Blaine said, crawling up onto the bed on all fours.
“Fine.” Kurt looked Blaine up and down. “Then you can be a…bengal tiger.”
Blaine grinned, slinking closer. “Rawrr,” he said, leaning his face in to nuzzle Kurt’s neck.
Kurt tried to pull back, blushing. “Blaine, are you serious—”
“Tigers love leopards.”
Blaine licked a stripe up his neck, bit his jaw. Kurt let out an undignified squeak, reaching for his shoulders to push him away. “Blaine—”
“Where do you think ligers come from?” Blaine asked, pressing Kurt back into the bed, straddling him on hands and knees. He gave a few more playful nips at Kurt’s neck, making these ridiculous little growly noises that were doing completely not okay things to a certain part of Kurt’s body.
“Actually, I think that’s lions and tigers,” Kurt said, batting ineffectually at Blaine’s hands as they reached for his cardigan to unbutton it. Blaine’s fingers wrapped around Kurt’s tie and tugged a little, and Kurt gave up with a long-suffering sigh.
“Then what do leopards and tigers make?” Blaine asked, looking up at Kurt.
Kurt smirked. “Out?”
Blaine grinned and kissed him, doing what leopards and tigers did best.
(Source: kurtcoblainecaps, via colf-fics)