Prompt Post #10
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Pairing - [Spoilers if any] - kinks or [FILL], in reply to a prompt
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Blaine takes a deep breath and shakes himself all over, commanding his pliant body to obey him. One glance at Kurt and he knows he has him right where he wants him; he wills himself up and off the bed, ignoring his need to sleepily nuzzle into his boyfriend’s neck. He straddles Kurt’s waist, being sure to rest his ass directly on Kurt’s cock, earning him a choked-off moan. Blaine just grins at Kurt’s beautiful agony and reaches up above Kurt’s head to untie him, whispering, “Be good now, I’m just changing the angle of this a bit to give your gorgeous shoulders a rest...I’m sure they are starting to ache, even if you aren’t really focused on that, are you, Kurt? What are you thinking right now?”
The knots uncurl and Kurt’s hands are immediately on him, dragging down his chest and swiftly changing course to reach around and spread his ass open, Kurt’s fingertips teasing, pushing, wanting.
Blaine laughs aloud and grabs Kurt’s arms, thrusting them wide to the furthermost bedposts and licks his tongue into Kurt’s mouth, grinding down against him and savoring the whimpers Kurt’s feeding to him before pulling back to quickly tie each of Kurt’s wrists again.
“Nuh-uh. None of that cheater. You can’t just be all grabby hands when I’ve asked you to be good.”
Kurt groans, his face pained. “But Blaine...Blaine...”
Blaine grinds slow circles onto Kurt, slipping up and angling Kurt’s cock, slotting it between his cheeks and rolling his hips. “Kurt...” he whispers, veins thrumming with power, with control over this beautiful man, “Your cock is so fucking hard for me, isn’t it...I love the way you fuck me, you know. It’s just one more thing that you are perfect at - pleasing me. Tell me what you want, baby...c’mon..tell me.”
And Kurt actually wails out into the silence, his body clawing at the edge as Blaine stills, realizing the issue.
“Oh...we can’t have that. Not yet. Just a minute, okay? Be patient...maybe you can tell me what you want...”
Blaine climbs off of Kurt and crosses the room, entering his closet. Kurt pulls his restraints, not wanting to be free but needing...needing. Can I say it all? Can I...
Blaine returns holding lube and...
Kurt’s eyes widen.
“Where did you...? When did you...?”
“I bought it a few weeks ago to have around for...the future. I was interested and I thought...well, we could definitely use it now, can’t we?” Blaine searches Kurt’s eyes, looking for fear or hesitation and finds none...but he has to be sure. “Does this...freak you out, or? I just want this to last for you...and me, actually.”
Kurt shakes his head, his brain foggy with lust as Blaine bites his lower lip and works the cock ring over him, the touch pulling sounds of desire pulled taut, out into the room.
“There,” whispers Blaine reverently, “That should make this evvvveeeen better...well, in a manner of speaking.” and he climbs back on Kurt, his hands pushed into the mattress next to Kurt’s head, waiting.
“Well?” he teases, fully embracing the game now. “Are you going to tell me what you want? Hmm? C’mon...let me hear what goes on in that sexy mind of yours...you’ve been keeping things from me.”
“I-” Kurt begins, his face flushing with color. I can’t say this...I can’t I can’t I can’t...not the things I see in my head I-
“Kurt?” Blaine’s eyes are searching his, his face inches from Kurt’s, lips brushing, tingling. “It’s okay...I...I think of taking you at school. After gym class? I always stay with Finn and Puck and the guys because...if I didn’t...if I watched you in the tiny damned towel, scrubbing your face and rubbing lotion onto your body I would want to bend you over and...”
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“Tell me Blaine...tell me...c’mon...what would you do?” he whispers, cock throbbing and he knows when he finally comes he might actually die.
Blaine drags his body down Kurt’s , spreading his thighs, and kisses each one in turn, turning his knees out and running his tongue over the soft, sensitive insides.
“I’d fuck you here,” he finishes, “Spread all that sweet-smelling lotion here and fuck your thighs.” Blaine knows he’s bright red, knows his embarrassment is evident in all that he’s showing right now but Kurt asked and-
“Oh my fucking GOD, Blaine,” Kurt whines, “You can’t just say that...you can’t just...fuck, I want you to ride me, Blaine...I want...I want to watch you finger yourself...” he presses on, his whole body flushed pink as he pours out his fantasies, “...for me...I’ve always done it but...I want to see you.”
Blaine surges up, his cock brushing Kurt’s and he moans, fucking into Kurt’s mouth with his tongue before breaking free and pulling over the soft chair from the corner of his room. He lays a towel over it and grabs the lube, coating his fingers and settling in within Kurt’s line of sight.
Kurt is a debauched vision, his body pink and flushed, cock jutting up with rose-red pulse of need. His head is turned, angled to see Blaine, his legs spread open, two fingers working himself slowly open.
“Blaine-” he starts, worried that his boyfriend will hurt himself in his haste, “-two?”
Blaine’s head has dropped back, sweat from his hair slowly rolling down his neck, his Adams apple calling to Kurt- he wants his mouth sucking bruises onto it. Damned ribbon.
“Don’t wor-ungh-worry Kurt...I...fuck...I did this before you...before you came...” comes the reply, Blaine never lifting his head as he works his hips down onto his fingers.
Kurt stares, watching Blaine’s arms flex and pull, his eyes raking over Blaine, seeing him at his most base, pleasuring himself for Kurt. Kurt has never felt so much love for Blaine as he does right now, Blaine’s trust for him evident in this act, laid open and bare for Kurt to see. His cock is throbbing against his stomach, aching to be buried in Blaine as he adds a third finger and groans a bit louder, each one coming closer to the next as he grinds down until it’s a constant feed of sound sent straight to Kurt’s balls.
“Blaine...Blaine...I fucking need you...need to be inside you...please? Please?” Kurt knows he’s begging and god this is all so new but he doesn’t care; it’s like his filter has been taken and smashed into a thousand pieces and nothing exists but Blaine and Kurt and god he needs, he needs...
Kurt’s begging breaks Blaine’s focus and he gasps, fingers pulling free and he’s on the bed, straddling Kurt once more and lubing him up, pulling obscenities and high keens from Kurt’s mouth as he prepares him before holding Kurt’s cock at his entrance and rolling his hips, dragging the head over his hole over and over.
“FUCK, Blaine...PLEASE...just...fuck me, please...ohmygod I can’t...I can’t...”
Blaine grinds down, impaling himself, tearing a shout from his throat that comes from the base of his spine, and just...sits there.
Kurt is a gibbering mess, his hips thrusting, attempting to make Blaine move and failing as Blaine steadies himself and uses his leg muscles to keep Kurt pinned.
“You’re perfect inside me, Kurt, fuck...so deep. I need to...fuck...I need to know more, though. What else is in there, huh?”
Kurt groans. If he had a white flag he would wave it as Blaine pulls his hips up, minute pull after minute pull, into just the head of Kurt’s cock rests inside him and he stays here, muscles taut and softly shaking.
“Well?” Blaine questions and his body betrays him with the wavering of his voice. He can barely hold himself here when all he wants is to fuck Kurt into the mattress...
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“You know your locker room fantasy? Mine’s worse...” begins Kurt, his teeth on edge and his brain screaming shhh, shhh, don’t tell! “...I...Iwantosneakintoyourshowerandfuckyou.”
Blaine slams his hips down, taking all of Kurt again and they both wail.
“Jesus FUCK, Blaine, you’re...” Blaine raises himself again, hovering above him, “...you’re trying to kill me here...I...jesus you feel so good.”
Blaine groans, “Not as good as you do, trust me...so perfect, Kurt...so...so masculine, your cock filling me...tell me more...”
Kurt whines and continues, “Make you...” Blaine rocks down and he gasps, teeth ripping at his lip,”...make you grip the top of the shower stall and take it...anyone could come in...football practice is outside and Coach could come in...but I don’t care and...neither do you...fuck, Blaine, ride me...god...and I just take you right there.”
Blaine thinks that may be the end of him as he rides Kurt’s cock harder, his own semi-erect between them. He leans down, grinding his hips and resting his lips against Kurt’s ear. He rolls his hips, taking Kurt’s cock over and over and preening at the sounds Kurt is making; that he is tearing from his deliciously gorgeous boyfriend.
“You know when we have Glee club movie nights at someone’s house, Kurt?” Blaine whispers, taking his time with his hips, milking Kurt with all he has. “While we’re there I just think about...about...fuck...about going down on you without anyone seeing...like...yes, ohmygod...and I would swallow and know that it happened and all of those people wouldn’t.”
Kurt is aching, his whole body on fire with need and he can’t...he has to ask he can’t take this anymore. “Blaine...shit, god, I can’t...you need to take it off...um, fuck...SATIN.”
Blaine stills, suddenly rigid.
“Kurt, wait, are you okay or...?”
Kurt nods roughly, the need to be free overwhelming him. “I love this...oh my god, Blaine, it’s perfect...I just...I need to touch you...come with you...”
Blaine hisses, lifting up and Kurt’s cock pulls free and Blaine gently pulls the cock ring off as Kurt whimpers and struggles above him.
Blaine takes his time, kissing up the length of Kurt’s arms until he reaches the knots and deftly unties them, freeing first one and then the other before Kurt’s fingers are in his hair, pulling Blaine’s mouth to his and kissing him deeply, pushing all of this experience into Blaine’s mouth, his body, his heart.
Kurt pushes him back, searching his face before bringing his hands down to knead at the soft skin of Blaine’s ass, silently begging for more before Blaine is around him again, and he is buried, his face in Blaine’s neck and his hands are gripping Blaine’s waist as he fucks him with abandon, slowing for nothing and obviously wanting to make Kurt scream.
So he does. Everything he can think of, fantasies and curses, I Love You’s and Fuck Me’s and Blaine name over and over before he reaches between them to fist his hand around Blaine. It takes very little before Blaine is shouting above him and coming, words Kurt hasn’t ever heard him say as Kurt shudders and comes inside of Blaine and their bodies still, Blaine heavy on his chest and their breathing the only sound in the room.
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Also, I read Kurt riding Blaine most often, so it was lovely to see a change! Maybe they can switch at a later point as well? (All for switching, if you can fit it in).
The worship was beautifully handled. Better than I even imagined! (And you included worship of his eyes too, thank you!)
Just... I am so glad I decided to re-check this update. So glad, because I have never been more in love with a fill. <3
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