Getting Dressed
Original post:
http://myrandombloginess.tumblr.com/post/14956169936/sebastian-do-i-i-have-to-dress-you-myself-no-but
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Prompt: “Sebastian, do I I have to dress you myself?” “No, but you can certainly undress me if you’d like.”
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An alarm clock went off blaring next to Kurt’s ear. He rolled over and looked at it blearily. 9:00am. Wait-nine? Was he reading that correctly?
“Shit, shit, shit.” Kurt muttered as he slammed the alarm clock of and hopped out of bed. He pulled on his tuxedo pants and shirt, not even bothering to shower at this point. He looked over and there was his fiancee, fast asleep. On their wedding day. Of course.
“Sebastian get up! Now!” Kurt hissed at him, nearly falling as he tried to put his shoes on. Sebastian merely turned over in his sleep and grumbled. “Dammit Sebastian!” He threw a pillow at the other man’s head, who buried his face into the pillows.
“Fuck off, babe.” Sebastian’s voice came, muffled. Kurt sighed loudly and exasperatedly. He stomed over to their bed and pulled Sebastian up by his hair. “Ow! Ow! Fuck! Ouch! Okay okay! I’m up!” He shouted practically at the top of his lungs. Kurt smiled sweetly and ran his hands through his lover’s hair.
“Sorry hon. But seriously, Sebastian. We’re gonna be late for our own wedding. Do I have to dress you myself?” He asked pleadingly, hoping that Sebastian would just follow orders for once in his damn life. But no. Just a cocky smirk and a quick kiss to the lips.
“No, but you can certainly undress me, if you’d like.” Sebastian whispered in Kurt’s ear seductively and began to pull him down to the bed. Kurt smirked, knowing exactly what to do now. He pressed his hands to Sebastian’s bare, tanned chest and leaned to his ear.
“If you don’t get up and get dressed for our wedding, you will never have sex with me again. Do I make myself clear?” He asked overly sweet. Sebastian’s eyes widened as he practically threw Kurt off the bed in hurry to get ready.
“Well, style your hair dammit! The wedding starts in less than an hour! Let’s go! Let’s go!” He chastised as he hopped off to the bathroom, his pants half on. Kurt chuckled and shook his head as he ran his hands through his hair. What had he gotten himself into?
