Sam looks down as Kurt is settling on Sam’s hip, kissing, licking, nibbling on the soft skin.
It’s so close to where Sam needs him to be, the ache to be touched by his boyfriend is overwhelming, though it seems Kurt is intent on denying him.
His head falls back, and a soft whimper escapes, his fingers playing with the soft cotton sheets.
Kurt’s movements stop, soft breaths now, meaning he’s fallen asleep again. Sam pulls him up and covers them both with a blanket, his denial replaced by his overwhelming love for the sleeping boy beside him.