Sebastian slipped his hand beneath the hem of Kurt’s shirt, sliding his palm up his spine again as he leaned in to kiss the curve of Kurt’s neck. He could see the confusion on Kurt’s face give way to understanding as Sebastian’s palm slid higher just like that morning, bunching Kurt’s t-shirt in the process. Sebastian wasn’t going to ask him if he was okay with this, he trusted Kurt to tell him if he wasn’t. So when Kurt didn’t say anything, Sebastian took that as permission to tug the shirt over his head and toss it aside.
Pale, creamy skin - so, so familiar. Sebastian barely had time to run his hand along the front of Kurt’s chest before Kurt was leaning back in, eyes locked on Sebastian’s as his hands slipped down to work at the buttons of his shirt. They kissed again and it felt different. It felt - why did the world real keep coming back to Sebastian’s head? He hated it. It was like his brain was saying everything with Kurt before this hadn’t been real but there was just something about the way Kurt was touching him, his hand brushing the skin along the waistband of his pants as he tugged Sebastian’s shirt free - sure and steady instead of hesitant like it probably should have been that made Sebastian feel like none of this felt new to Kurt.
Kurt pushed Sebastian’s shirt off his shoulders hastily, letting it catch at his elbows. Sebastian was about to shake it off the rest of the way when Kurt broke his mouth away from Sebastian’s and bent to press his lips to Sebastian’s right shoulder cap. It was that press of wet lips against his skin that made the word real suddenly make sense.
This gesture was something only his Kurt ever did and judging by the look on Kurt’s face when Sebastian tilted his head to look at him, it wasn’t just a coincidental kiss. The tip of Kurt’s nose was distinctly red like he got when he was about to cry. Sebastian touched his cheek, aiming to angle his face so he could kiss him but Kurt only opened his mouth and pressed it firmer against Sebastian’s skin.
“Kurt,” Sebastian said softly. Kurt kept his eyes closed as he kissed a path up along Sebastian’s neck to the back of his ear where he kissed the single freckle tucked behind the lobe. Another favorite spot of Kurt’s. One which he spent hours of the early morning devoted to kissing and licking. “Kurt.” Sebastian said again, gently pulling Kurt away from him to look at him. Kurt’s eyes were damp, his whole face flushed pink and Sebastian forgot what he was about to say. He ended up kissing Kurt slow and deep, cupping his jaw and sliding his tongue into his mouth where the lingering taste of cream cheese frosting on Kurt’s tongue mixed with the raspberry filling on his own and it was perfect, in more ways than one.
“Oh god,” Kurt said when they broke apart, lips stretching into a smile as he dropped his forehead against Sebastian’s. “I just realized what the cake means.”
Sebastian grinned and pecked Kurt on the lips. “It means the best things.”
