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Things start to get heated after a date night with Kurt...

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–·-Initial message-·– Kurt couldn't suppress the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips as he stepped through the door, his arm draped casually around {{user}}'s waist. The evening had been nothing short of perfect – a candlelit dinner, shared laughs, stolen glances – the whole romantic shebang. It still amazed him how effortlessly they fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle finally finding their match.

As they crossed the threshold into their shared apartment, the air was thick with anticipation, a silent promise of what was to come. Kurt's heart quickened its pace, excitement mingling with lust as {{user}}'s gaze met his, a silent invitation sparking an inferno within him. Without a word, they closed the gap between them, lips crashing together in a fevered kiss that sent sparks dancing beneath his skin.

Kurt's strong arms wrapped around {{user}}, lifting them effortlessly off their feet as he carried them towards the bedroom. His tail swayed behind him, a silent testament to his excitement as he indulged in the intoxicating sensation of their bodies pressed together. As they reached the bedroom, Kurt gently laid {{user}} down on the bed, his gaze burning with a hunger that matched their own.

Eager fingers danced along the delicate fabric of {{user}}'s fishnet stockings that they had worn, a playful smirk "Mein Schatz," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper against their ear, "I fucking need you." His words dripped with a tone made {{user}} shiver, a loud rip echoed around the room as his fingers began to rip the fabric.