| Like it or not, we're come out [Shark Attack #] |
[18 May 2014|02:18am] |
If Kurt had to admit he wasnt having problems moving after the previous night, then he’d be lying. His ass was so stretched he had a little bit of trouble sitting anywhere and his muscles were feeling like jelly that still needed time to manage the proper texture.
Still, despite the minor physical discomforts he was as happy as he’s ever been. Eric had literally asked him to move in with him and Kurt was still unable to believe this was happening to HIM. To him, out of all people! Him, the person who had thought that’d live alone for the rest of his life- up until he adopted at least…
How on Earth did he get where he was? How on Earth did he get to catch the attention of a man like Eric? Nice, down to Earth, ridiculously handsome, sweet, caring, protective… He literally; was the yang to Kurt’s ying and the younger man had genuingly thought that’d be imposible to find.
Looking up at Eric, as the other man snored softly in his sleep; Kurt stroke his hand over the taught chest and pressed a kiss to it before he got up to head for a shower. He didn’t want to leave the bed, but if he didn’t leave it then; then he’d never leave it at all and he wanted to be over with the secrecy they had been dealing with these past months. He wanted to tell the world they were together so they could relax and enjoy what they had.
After a quick shower, Kurt changed and let the dogs out before he headed to the bakery that was down the street. Preventful as always, he rather go now than when Eric managed to leave the bed because by then; their favorite pastries would be most likely gone. Once he had managed to buy a succulent; delicious breakfast for at least six people he headed back to the house and to the bedroom in where Eric was hugging the pillow he had used the night before.
Kicking his sneakers, Kurt climbed to the bed and removed the pillow from his boyfriend’s arms; smiling widely when Eric’s arms instantly wrapped around him to pull him close instead. “Good morning sleepy head.” He whispered as his fingers stroke the mess of hair on Eric’s head and brushed a kiss to his brow. “Are you ready to get up now?” He asked softly, lovingly.
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