intimacy meme.

Blaine didn’t really remember when he let his eyes fall shut.  The steady stroke of Tate’s fingers through his hair sent him floating away with every brush of fingertips over his scalp that rose up to twist at his curls before dipping back inside.  Tate could keep him prisoner forever if he kept this up.  Blaine wouldn’t be able to move a muscle off the couch and he would be fine with that predicament.

Which, given how blissed out he was?  Wasn’t much of a predicament at all.

He barely at it in himself to lift his head to glance up at the other.  Though when their eyes met, hazel glistened with a bright eyed contentment that Tate was becoming so, so good at drawing out of him.  “I’m glad you like it.  You don’t have to stop if you don’t want to?  Almost on the verge of promising you anything you want if you just keep going.  Almost.”  Five more minutes?  He would be.  Then right back down, he went.