Date Night
Kurt chuckled softly, the feeling of the brush tickling over his skin. He liked the idea of them having fun like this. He also enjoyed driving Hunter a bit crazy with want and need. It was glorious, to tell the truth. Once they had stripped and were free to continue on with their painting, Kurt took the brush and began doodling over Hunterâs skin. He drew carefully over his chest, stopping to write a strong âKâ over Hunterâs heart.Â
Handing the brush back to Hunter, Kurt tipped his fingers into the paint moving carefully to make grip marks along Hunterâs shoulders and side, revealing the finger marks he left behind as another way of showing Hunter who he enjoyed to.
Hunter grinned at the "K" over his heart, a warmth blooming in his chest. He copied Kurt and did the same, only instead writing his own initial on Kurt's chest. Though the man didn't have many words to say or actions to express how much, Hunter really did love the little things that made his heart flutter.Â
Also abandoning the brush to dip his fingers in the paint, he grabbed ahold of Kurt's hips and brought him closer for a passionate kiss. The smell of paint was thick in the air-- intoxicating, even-- and Hunter hummed softly, all his senses electrified in the moment.
He dragged his fingers across Kurt's hips, loving the way his touch could be recorded thanks to the paint. To show him and Kurt that only his hands could be all over him, claiming him as his own.















