“Doctor? Aren’t you supposed to be wearing gloves?”

Kurt gasped as Karofsky easily slid his index finger into him, almost forgetting his question.

“D-doctor?”

Karofsky quickly added a second and Kurt clenched down around them. Surely fingers that didn’t belong to his husband shouldn’t feel so good.

“Gloves feel so impersonal,” Karofsky finally replied. “I’m here to cure your Hysteria.”