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Pairing - [Spoilers if any] - kinks or [FILL], in reply to a prompt
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By the time he’s naked, spread on Blaine’s bed, watching his boyfriend tie his wrist with the ribbon, the nerves are back. In a big way. Kurt feels exposed, all of his flaws and insecurities on display. It doesn’t help that Blaine is fully dressed; nor do Blaine’s eyes, which trace and linger over his naked body as he shifts to straddle Kurt. Carefully, he picks up Kurt’s free wrist, tying it tightly enough that there’s little give. His arms stretch above his head; he can move them a little, but not very much.
“Is that ok?” Blaine’s face is open with hope and excitement, his fingers tracing Kurt’s collarbone are gentle, “I want it to be tight but you should be able to shift a little, in case you aren’t comfortable.”
Licking dry lips, Kurt nods, feeling his nerves double and tense in his stomach.
“Are you sure you are ok with this?” Blaine looks a little cautious now, shifting a little where he’s crouched over him.
“I’m fine. Yes. I’m just...a little nervous. I don’t know what to expect, you know?” Kurt tries to shrug, finding the movement hampered by the ribbons around his wrists. Blaine’s smile lights up his whole face; he looks mischievous and turned on now.
“That’s ok, I...kind of like that...that you don’t know what to expect.” His confession sounds shy, but the look on his face is anything but. Kurt thinks maybe he’s been a bit of a control freak in the bedroom, for Blaine to be so excited by this. They look at each other for a long minute, assessing and consenting, until Blaine leans down to breathe in his ear. Shivers of pleasure run down Kurt’s spine and through his toes.
“Your safeword is Satin, should you need it.” He leans back to see Kurt’s nod before licking, long and delicate, around the curve of his ear. “God you have no idea, no idea what you do to me, spread out like this for me. How beautiful you are.”
“Blaine,” Kurt turns, whimpering into the smooth lines of Blaine’s cheek; he’s shaved very recently, Kurt can tell.
“Shhhh...” Blaine’s lips are on his then, teasing and nibbling. Barely there kisses and tiny licks and he’s breathing into Kurt’s mouth, swallowing Kurt’s whimpers. “Do you want a gag?” He asks as he kisses, butterfly soft, along Kurt’s cheek and jaw, as if it’s an everyday question. Shuddering under the impression of Blaine’s lips, Kurt tries to focus. Is Blaine serious?
“Are you serious? I mean...if you do, how do I...?” He turns to watch Blaine laugh a little, before he gets his answer.
“If you want me to be, I can. You can safeword another way.” Blaine sits back, eyeing him with consideration, “I want to tell you how much I love you, and I want to show you, in every way I can. But I need you to be quiet and listen. Do you think you can do that, or do I need to gag you?”
Kurt levels a look at his boyfriend, mind spinning. He should be appalled. He should be turned off and asking to get out of this bed. Instead, he’s turned on. Painfully, achingly turned on. The blush on his cheeks is high, he can feel the warmth as it spreads down his chest and arms when he bites his lip and nods.
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Shivering, he watches Blaine shuffle through his closet, missing the heat of his boyfriend’s body. Without it, Kurt feels even more naked, his half hard cock exposed and uncertain. He wonders what it is that Blaine sees, when he looks at him with those warm undertones of honey and wanting in his eyes.
Blaine returns to the bed with a thin summer scarf, which earns him a raised brow. Silk? He’s about to say something about ruining a good scarf with spit, when Blaine shakes his head, shushing him pre-emptively.
“I’m just going to tie it over your mouth. You’ll still be able to speak if you need to, but...I don’t want to gag, gag you, not...yet. This will be more...symbolic?” Blaine’s nervous, head ducking and fingers twitching along the blue length of scarf. Something about how earnest and honest Blaine is being tugs at Kurt, hard, and he nods.
“If you need me to stop-” Blaine is coming to straddle him again, the warmth of his thighs through his jeans a welcome shelter from the chill in the room, “Ummm- I guess snap your fingers, three times? Is that ok?” Kurt thinks about how he can still talk; Blaine has carefully wrapped the scarf over his mouth, but he could easily make noise and speak since it’s not actually in his mouth. He thinks about control, and how much he needs to feel like he has some sort of control over what’s happening; how much he needs to know what is going to happen and when and who is going to do it.
It’s not that he can’t speak, he understands. This is symbolic, really. It’s tacit permission to be silenced, and to trust Blaine with his body in every way. It’s them, together, learning something new. He nods.
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Instead, Blaine takes his time, tracing feather light fingers over his skin, lips gentle and barely breathing over his shivering skin as he talks.
“I love this, how translucent your skin is, “ Blaine whispers into it, “It always seems so delicate, the way I can see the blood running through your veins,” His fingers trace the veins on the inside of Kurt’s arm and Kurt has to suppress the moan as they tickle the seam of his elbow. “But what I love most of all is that it isn’t true.” Blaine’s lips come to his shoulder, his teeth biting light and slow, up toward his neck, “You aren’t delicate at all. Mmmmm.” Blaine breathes into the curve of his neck, and Kurt feels his eyes rolling back helplessly. “You’re so strong Kurt.”
Kurt looks at Blaine, eyes wide, as Blaine traces those fingers over his bicep, then the slightly defined muscles of his abdomen. “Physically, you’re so much stronger than anyone realizes. Masculine,” Blaine cuts himself off with a groan, biting down at the underside of his arm, smiling against the dampened skin when Kurt moans. “God, you’re so fucking hot, Kurt, you have no idea how much your body turns me on.”
Blaine has moved on, tonguing at his nipple, smiling up at Kurt mischievously when Kurt writhes against the motion. Slow and sweet, Blaine kisses his way across Kurt’s chest toward his other nipple, fingers tracing circles over his navel. Kurt shivers as Blaine whispers against the hardened nub,
“I love how much you respond to me. I love the way this makes your nipples hard; how your breathing starts to pick up and I can tell that you are so, so turned on.” Blaine’s teasing bite, just on his sensitized nipple, makes Kurt arch up into his mouth.
“God, your body,” It’s worship and awe, coating the timber of Blaine’s voice as he lists the parts of Kurt’s body, starting with his collarbones and ending with his toes. Parts that make Kurt feel self conscious and aware of Blaine’s eyes on him whenever they are together like this. Parts he never would have thought of, never would have guessed Blaine would notice, much less shower with appreciation and sensual touches such as these.
“And your hips,” Blaine bites down, harder than he has before, causing Kurt to gasp behind the dampened silk of the scarf. Kurt knows, come morning, he’ll have marks covering the bones of his hips. “I think about these all the time. I sit in glee and imagine you naked, think of pressing my thumbs into them. I want to leave marks, all over you. And when you wear those jeans, the ones that are so tight but you still wear belts with them, I want you to feel them. Digging into these marks, remembering my mouth on your hipbones, and god, how fucking hard you get me just thinking about them.”
Behind the scarf Kurt is gasping and whimpering, his eyes shut and hands fisted into the ribbon around his wrists. Blaine’s mouth all over his body, behind his knees and in the crease of his thighs is fire, setting his nerves on edge. But his words, his words are everything else; the pounding of his heart and the flushing of his skin. It’s unraveling and Kurt is sure that if Blaine doesn’t let him come soon, he’ll start to cry. He wants to beg, badly, but the silk against his lips is a reminder that Blaine is setting the pace, and he’s just along for the ride.
“Oh, but then Kurt, there’s this.” Blaine has mouthed his way up the line of this thigh, fingers now ghosting over his aching cock. Kurt has to bite down an exclamation as his hips slam up into the touch. “Your cock, it’s just...it’s magnificent, I swear. I love how long and hard you get for me,” Blaine’s fingers continue their barely there ministrations, tracing up the length of his erection, around the ridge at the head. When Kurt feels his tongue flicker, just barely, at the slit, he moans, long and deep.
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“You taste incredible. I never thought I’d love having you in my mouth as much as I do. But I do. I love how hot and full you are when I blow you, the way you throb against my tongue. Your balls, mmmm.” Blaine’s nose nudges against them; they are drawn tight against his body. Kurt is writhing as Blaine kisses feather light over his sack, which is by now extremely sensitive; Kurt is so close, just so close, and he knows it won’t take much to get him off.
“And this vein,” Licking harder up the length, Blaine pauses as Kurt whines piteously, “I love licking it and touching it; it’s so sexy, god Kurt.” With that he’s enveloped, suddenly, in the warm heat of Blaine’s mouth. Before he’s even gotten halfway down the shaft, Kurt is coming. Embarrassed, he tries to keep his moans in, failing miserably as his whole body pulses. He can feel Blaine’s mouth on him, hot breath skittering over his skin. The sheets underneath him and the gag over his face; a slew of sensations, leaving him wrung out and over sensitized. Around his thrumming and now softening erection, Blaine is moaning, wanton and abandoned, licking up stray drips of come.
Kurt is gasping, trembling and too hot, when Blaine starts kissing soft and slow up his body again. Hands gentle, he moves them behind Kurt’s head to untie the scarf. When his lips meet Kurt’s, it’s with desperation; the taste of himself on Blaine’s lips was new and shockingly hot.
“Your lips Kurt,” Blaine pulls back to look into his dazed and hooded eyes, “I could write a whole book about your lips.” Kurt feels the rough callous of Blaine’s index finger tracing the bow of his upper lip. “Not only are they gorgeous, but so, so talented. At night, I can’t sleep but for picturing them all over me, stretched thin and pretty over my cock.” Blaine’s whispers are dirty, right into the cavern of Kurt’s open mouth.
Blaine shifts up a little, looking into Kurt’s eyes fully, waiting until Kurt focuses on him. With a smile, he kisses Kurt’s eyelids careful and slow, one at a time. “Your eyes, Kurt, are incredible. So many colours. I love the way they change with your emotions. I love that I’m the only person in the world that gets to see them like this; blown out and so dark, just for me.” Kurt is still trembling, feeling overwhelmed and loved and incredible, seeing himself through the lens of Blaine’s eyes.
“But my favourite part, do you know what that is?” Blaine’s words are almost lost as he kisses and touches lightly over Kurt’s face. “It’s you.” His hand on Kurt’s face is warm; Kurt can see Blaine’s fingers trembling, his eyes shining and almost too bright, “Your kindness and wit, your sense of humor. I love how sarcastic and cutting you can be; I love more that you would never really mean to hurt someone. That your heart, your heart Kurt, is so big.” His lips stray down, moving to still over Kurt’s heart. The tears in Kurt’s eyes threaten to overflow.
“I know you like to keep it guarded; I’m so honored every day that you chose to let me hold it and trust me to keep it whole. I love that you are a great friend, that you have so much forgiveness and understanding to give to those who’ve deserved less.” Blaine stops whispering long enough to smirk up at Kurt, “Is it wrong that I find it hot, that there’s room for possessiveness and jealousy in there?” Kurt bites a lip, looking a way for a second, not wanting to think of Sebastian. Not in this perfect moment. Blaine sits back, straddling Kurt’s hips, looking at him, warm and steady. “I love that you want me so much, that you love me so well; that you support and care for me, because sometimes Kurt- sometimes I really need it.”
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For the first time in ages, Kurt opens his lips to speak, pausing to kiss Blaine back, hard and deep, “I’ll always want you Blaine. I’ll always love you, and I will always need you, too.” Their kisses are fervent now, Blaine’s hands on Kurt’s face and in his hair grasping.
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