NEW AMERICANA / claine
Blaine watched Cameron through the mirror, watching his hand work between his legs and the sly smirk on his lips. He knew that they had been gone for a while now and soon enough someone was going to walk in and catch them, he care but he pretended he did and so he knew to just fuck into him in just the right way and kiss and bite at his pale neck until he wasnāt smirking any more. Ā
Theyād been hooking up for a while, and Blaine knew exactly how to get him to moan. The smirk on Cameronās lips was gone moments after it appeared at a particularly hard, grinding thrust from Blaine. Combined with a sharp nip at his neck and Cameronās legs were jelly, his mouth opening with a pleased moan. He kept Blaineās gaze for a few more moments before he closed his eyes and ground back against him with a breathless groan. He almost hated how good Blaine was at this; it was like he wanted to fuck every ounce of dignity out of him. And knowing Blaine, he probably did.Ā āGetting close.ā













