Happy Holidays Likeasouffle!
Title: When You Win
Recipient: likeasouffle
Author/Artist: to be revealed January 3rd, 2012
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: D/s, light bondage, rimming, comeplay, orgasm denial, spanking, toys
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Summary: In which Kurt is bossy, and Blaine really doesn’t mind.
Notes: This is for likeasouffle, who I hope will enjoy this. Have a wonderful holiday!
They stumble up the stairs together, Kurt a step ahead of him and hauling him by the lapels of his coat. They’re attached by the mouth, which makes moving awkward, but both of them are too desperate to separate for any length of time. Besides, Kurt has just started grinding his palm into Blaine’s erection, and Blaine doesn’t think he could move away from that if he tried.
They eventually do make it into Blaine’s bedroom, somehow. They move away from each other enough so that Blaine can get a good look at Kurt, and god, his eyes are dark. He’s breathing hard, but he also has a considering look on his face, like he’s trying to figure out what to do with him. It makes Blaine slightly nervous.
“I want you to take off your clothes,” Kurt says finally. Despite the look in his eyes, his voice is remarkably even. “I want you to strip, and then I want you to get on the bed.” The order sends a shock of arousal down Blaine’s spine and into his cock, and he scrambles to obey. He pulls off his layers with trembling fingers and tosses them onto the chair by his bed. He doesn’t bother with folding them, but he knows by now that leaving clothes in a pile on the floor will mean facing Kurt’s formidable wrath.
Right now it’s spring vacation, and Blaine’s parents are away on a business trip and won’t be back for at least another few days. Kurt’s parents are also away, and are probably somewhere near Belize on a cruise that they’re taking for their honeymoon. They decided that they could afford it when business in Burt’s shop really started picking up, and spring break seemed like the best time for everyone. Kurt and Blaine have taken advantage of it as much as they can, and this is the third night in a row Kurt has come over to spend the night with him. All of the newfound time has been intoxicating, and Blaine has no idea how they’ll go back to only spending time together alone once every few days, with both sets of parents breathing down their throats and making sure they’re not up to anything inappropriate. This is really kind of funny when Blaine thinks about it.
Blaine backs himself up until he hits the edge of the bed with the backs of his knees and sits down slowly. He doesn’t break eye contact with Kurt once, and the air is crackling with the energy between them. Blaine’s completely naked and the only thing Kurt has removed is his coat, but something about it makes him feel both ridiculously turned on and apprehensive. “Where do you want me?” he asks, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and biting it gently.
Kurt’s eyes immediately flicker down to the motion, but he answers readily. “Lean back against the pillows and don’t do anything. I just want to look at you.” He moves his legs up to his chest and lies down so he’s propped up on the large stack of pillows at the head of the bed, then bends his knees and opens his legs slightly to give Kurt something to look at. He watches Kurt watching him and doesn’t say anything.
Blaine is normally quite talkative, but he doesn’t feel the need to say much when they have sex- they’ve been doing this long enough so that Kurt is proficient at reading what he needs through the shifts of his body and the sounds and changes of his moans, and the last thing Blaine wants is to miss something through unnecessary chatter. He’s content, for the most part, to communicate through eye contact, and Kurt is chatty (“bossy”, his mind supplies) enough for them both.
Kurt doesn’t look away from him, his eyes are still on his body and his hard, neglected cock lying on his belly, but he’s begun toeing off his shoes and socks. The purple fitted blazer is next to go, and then his t-shirt and tie, leaving him in his skinny jeans. He doesn’t bother with those, instead electing to saunter over and climb on the bed so he’s straddling Blaine’s chest. He aches for Kurt to lean down and kiss him, but the angle is all wrong, and Kurt’s knees are resting firmly on his forearms so he can’t sit up on his elbows and meet him halfway either. He’s very aware of his dick and how close it is to Kurt’s jean-clad ass, and he can’t help but picture one of Kurt’s hands reaching behind him to wrap his long, nimble fingers around his erection. He knows that Kurt won’t do that, though. That’s not what this is about.
“I want you to suck me,” Kurt says, leaning down towards his ear. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, and I want you to lie there and take it.” He runs the tips of his fingers down Blaine’s chest, and Blaine shivers as a nail scrapes lightly across a nipple. “Because I know how much you like it, how much you like the feeling of my cock down your throat. I might even come in your mouth, if I really feel like it.” He pauses to think for a moment. “Or all over your face, I’m not sure yet. I suppose I’ll decide when the time comes,” he says with a giggle.
Blaine moans aloud, because dear god, Kurt’s dirty talk. It’s one of his favorite things about what they do together, and all of it is true. He loves giving blowjobs, adores the solid weight and silky warmth of him in his mouth, the feeling of Kurt losing control and coming over his tongue. His mouth waters just thinking about it.
Kurt unzips his jeans and reaches a hand into his underwear to pull out his cock. It’s long and so hard, and there’s a drip of precome pooling at the head that Blaine desperately wants to lap up. “Hold onto the headboard with both hands, and don’t let go,” Kurt murmurs. Blaine stretches his arms above him and slides his fingers into the slit in the wood that runs the length of the headboard. It’s probably just for decoration, but they’ve put it to good use more than once.
Lips parted slightly, Blaine closes his eyes and waits. He feels Kurt move in a little closer, and then Kurt grabs his dick and drags it across Blaine’s lips. Blaine seriously can’t help it when his tongue darts out and catches the head, digging into the slit and making Kurt groan.
“Open your mouth, Blaine, come on,” Kurt says breathlessly. Blaine just looks up at him, grinning at him playfully and yet again sliding his tongue slowly around the tip. His mouth remains stubbornly closed. He likes to make Kurt work for it sometimes, if only a little bit- Kurt does the same thing to him, after all, both more frequently and to greater extremes. Not that Blaine would deny how much he likes it.
“Blaine, open your mouth,”, Kurt says a little more sharply. Maybe it’s weird how turned on he is by his boyfriend’s tone, but it’s just so quintessentially Kurt and everything about Kurt turns him on. So yeah, maybe he gets off on Kurt bossing him around. He’s not about to apologize for it.
He opens his mouth, and Kurt wastes no time in sinking his length into his mouth and right up to his gag reflex. He starts moving his hips almost immediately, not really giving Blaine any time to adjust. He’s not being rough, but he’s not being gentle either. Blaine’s panting around him, overwhelmed by the heavy, velvety feeling of Kurt’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth, going a little deeper with each roll of his hips. Blaine knows that Kurt is testing the waters, seeing if Blaine can take him how Kurt wants him to. And god, Blaine wants to. Deepthroating is relatively new to their repertoire, and even though he loves doing it, Kurt really has to take control and help him through it.
“Can you take more?” Kurt says, sounding hopeful yet gentle. He would never intentionally hurt Blaine, at least not without his say-so. “I’d really like you to try for me.”
Blaine doesn’t answer, because his mouth is full and he was raised better than that, so instead he looks up at Kurt, removes his hands from the headboard, and grabs two handfuls of his boyfriend’s seriously incredible ass. He squeezes it hard first, because he really can’t not and also because the sexy little gasp that Kurt makes whenever he does that is sexy as hell, but then he gently pulls his hips a little closer.
Blaine knows that by taking his hands off the headboard he’s violated a direct order, and normally Kurt wouldn’t be thrilled with that. But he’s hard and aching right now, and he desperately wants to feel Kurt’s cock hitting the back of his throat. Kurt looks just as desperate as he feels- he’s nearly shaking from the pleasure and effort of holding himself up, and his fingers are curled up tightly in the nest of blankets around them. Blaine also knows that Kurt has a hard time pushing him through it and causing him discomfort, even if they both like it, and an encouraging hand on his ass lets him know he can keep going.
“Fuck, Blaine,” Kurt whispers, his hips stilling. “You’re really okay with this?” At Blaine’s nod, he keeps going. “Because your mouth, shit, you’re just so talented, and I am so close right now, it’s not going to take much-“ He cuts off, grabbing the base of his cock in one hand and a fistful of Blaine’s hair in the other. He slowly guides himself forward, and Blaine moans at the slow, heavy slide across his tongue. He takes a deep breath through his nose and lets it back out, trying to let any tension out and relax completely.
Kurt keeps going until Blaine’s lips meet his hand, then takes it away and pushes slowly until it hits the back of his throat. Blaine’s trying not to gag, but he’s doing much better than he has before. He swallows around him, once, twice, and Kurt wails, tugging on his hair sharply and trying not to let his hips jerk forward. He pulls all the way back and out of Blaine’s mouth completely, giving him a chance to cough and take a breath.
“How are you so good at this?” he asks, looking sweaty and strung out.
“The way you can just take it all, you’re trying so hard for me, I wish I could take you that deep, make you feel as good as you’re making me feel…”
He wraps his fingers around his cock and brings it back to Blaine’s mouth. “I’m so close,” he murmurs. “Come on, once more, I wanna feel you swallow me down.”
Blaine moves his hands up and down Kurt’s lower back, stroking his soft skin reverently. He’s determined to make this good for Kurt, wants to feel him come down his throat, so he sucks Kurt into his mouth and sucks hard.
Kurt whimpers and shudders above him. His whole body is shaking now, and he cries out loudly as Blaine runs his tongue along the vein on the underside. He’s pushing his cock farther already, too far gone to be nearly as gentle as he was last time. Blaine likes to feel Kurt lose control, though, and he’s ready for it when Kurt cradles his head in his hands and pushes in as far as he can go.
Blaine’s nose is buried in Kurt’s sparse, well-maintained pubic hair, and he struggles to accommodate all of him. Kurt’s head is thrown back, his eyes are squeezed shut, and his hands are twisted in Blaine’s curls, the sharp tugs bordering on painful. His mouth is open, his breath coming in strangled, cut-off pants. His hips haven’t stilled this time- they’re twitching and thrusting forward in tiny little circles, never quite leaving his Blaine’s throat. He is absolutely beautiful, and Blaine’s need for oxygen is the only thing that keeps him from lying there forever and taking it, soaking up the feeling of Kurt holding him down and fucking his mouth.
Unfortunately Blaine is only human and does need to breath, and even though he thinks that dying from giving Kurt a blowjob doesn’t sound like a terrible way to go, he pulls a little on Kurt’s hips until he gets the message and pulls back. Kurt doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even take his dick all the way out of Blaine’s mouth, he just pushes right back in and continues to fuck Blaine’s mouth.
“Breath control, Blaine,” he breathes, “Learn better breath control and you’ll be able to take me long- fuck!” he yelps. One of Blaine’s hands has found its way back down Kurt’s pants and a finger is circling his entrance teasingly. Blaine hums around him agreeably, because he’ll practice whatever he needs to if it gives Kurt what he wants, and pushes his finger inside. He just goes in a little way, because he’s pretty sure the nearest bottle of lube is in Kurt’s messenger bag on floor by the far side of the bed, but Kurt cries out and clenches around him all the same. He moves it in tight little circles, and Kurt’s moving like he’s not sure whether he wants to thrust forward into Blaine’s mouth or fuck himself back onto Blaine’s finger. Blaine can tell that he’s about to fall over the edge, so he starts pulling out every trick he knows to get him there. He moves his tongue up the length and digs it into the frenulum, then sucks hard and swallows a few times for good measure.
Kurt is making noises that sound only vaguely like words, and his movements are getting more and more erratic. Blaine’s been pushing his finger in a little farther each time Kurt moves his hips back, and he knows that if he gets anywhere close to Kurt’s prostate he’ll come. He starts sucking hard each time Kurt presses in all the way, then brings another finger to his hole and strokes it along the rim. As soon as he crooks his finger inside and presses down hard, Kurt’s whole body freezes and he comes.
Kurt’s pushed all the way into his mouth, so he’s able to catch a little of his release on his tongue and swallow it down, but then Kurt pulls all the way out and lets the rest splash over his face. He’s breathing hard, but he’s staring down at Blaine and looking entirely too pleased with himself. He runs a finger along Blaine’s lower lip, scooping up the come there, and sucks his finger into his mouth, never breaking eye contact with Blaine.
“You could have come in my mouth, I wanted to swallow it,” Blaine says, trying not to sound too whiny.
“Oh, I know,” Kurt answers. “But you look so pretty like this, with my come all over your face.” He licks his lips in delight. “You look like mine. And don’t worry, you’ll get some.”
He leans down and methodically licks the come splattered on Blaine’s face, but doesn’t swallow it. Instead he shoves his tongue inside Blaine’s mouth, kissing him deep and dirty, letting him have what he’s collected, and Blaine swallows down what he’s been given with a groan.
Blaine gasps as he feels a couple of fingers trail up his cock, too lightly to bring any sort of relief. He’d nearly forgotten how turned on he is, but apparently Kurt had brought a hand behind him to remind him while they were kissing, because Kurt’s sneaky like that.
“You’re so hard, Blaine,” Kurt mumbles into his mouth. “I feel like one of these days you’ll come just from blowing me.” That would be hideously embarrassing, but unfortunately not outside the realm of possibility. Also he’s pretty sure Kurt would love that. “Do you want to come?”
He nods enthusiastically, because god yes, he wants that. “Too bad,” Kurt grins. He lets his head drop down onto the pillows, because of course Kurt would say that. Actually, he’s not really sure how he hadn’t really seen that coming. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re not allowed to come until I do,” he continues. “But first I’m going to eat you out, and I’m going to take my time and get you nice and ready for me.”
“Kurt, please,” Blaine whimpers. “There’s no way I’ll last that long, I’ll die. It’ll take you forever to come again.”
Kurt kisses him again, and Blaine can’t help but respond, even though he’s feeling sulky. He kisses him thoroughly, taking his time and making Blaine’s toes curl. “You can do it. And if you can’t, I have a new backup plan I’ve been dying to try out on you.”
Well that’s ominous. He doesn’t have time to ponder it though, because Kurt is pulling back and grabbing his hip. “Come on, turn over,” Kurt tells him. “Get on your knees and grab the headboard. Do not let go, there’ll be no reason for you to this time.” He sounds serious about it, so Blaine flips over so that his weight is resting on his knees and his chest is splayed iver the stack of pillows. He takes a hold of the headboard and spreads his legs more, waiting for Kurt to do something and nearly vibrating with the need to be touched.
A hand touches the top of his spine and trails slowly downwards, thumb dipping into the crack of his ass and back out. The hand strokes at his cheek for a moment, then smacks it hard, making Blaine jump and let out an embarrassing little squeak of surprise. Kurt leans over him, back to chest, and brings his head down close to Blaine’s ear. “I love that noise you make whenever I spank you,” he whispers. And god, I love your ass, it was made to be slapped.” Kurt nibbles on his ear and smacks him again. It hurts, but it’s a good kind of pain, and he arches his back and pushes his ass into Kurt’s hand, which is now petting him where he’s pink and slightly sore.
“Kurt, please,” he moans. “I need more, come on…” Kurt nips at his earlobe and smacks his other cheek.
“Don’t rush me,” he growls. I know what I’m doing here, and you need to be patient.”
“I’m sorry, I’m trying, it’s just, I’m so hard right now, and I really want you to fuck me,” he says, a bit desperately.
Kurt softens. “I know, honey, I’ll get you there. I promise I won’t leave you hanging.” He moves his body back down Blaine’s bed and takes his ass in both hands, parting the flesh and staring down at his hole. He leans down and immediately licks a long line from his perineum to the base of his spine, making Blaine whine and push back for more. Kurt obliges him, swirling his tongue around his entrance, but not quite breaching it. He brings one of his hands up to Blaine’s mouth and pushes two of his fingers in. “Suck,” he says. “Get them wet for me.”
Blaine does, sucking on Kurt’s fingers and coating them with saliva as Kurt’s tongue finally enters his body. He groans and pushes back, wanting to feel more, but Kurt grabs one of his hips firmly, holding him there and preventing him from moving very far. He knows that Kurt wants him to sit still and take it. This proves to be difficult though, because it’s really hard not to squirm when Kurt’s tongue is fucking him like that. He decides to try and concentrate on the fingers in his mouth, but then Kurt withdraws them.
“Do you want my fingers?” Kurt asks, his breath tickling the spot where Blaine’s thigh meets his ass. “Do you think you could take both to start out?”
Blaine’s muddled mind tries to process that, because this is the first time so far he’s been offered something that’s not essentially an exercise in teasing. Kurt’s tongue feels amazing, but it’s not nearly long enough to reach that spot inside of him that drives him crazy. Fingers offer him something solid, something that fills him up just right.
“Blaine, I asked you a question.” Apparently he’d taken too long to respond. “If you don’t want them, I can just go back to doing what I was doing.”
“No, wait!” Blaine says, panicked at the thought of enduring that torture for much longer. “I need them now. Please.”
Kurt snickers a bit, clearly amused by Blaine’s desperation. But he does bring his fingers down, still slick with saliva, and caresses his hole a few times before pushing them in together. Blaine shouts at the stretch and the rough slide, because although he’s started out with two before, they’ve always been thoroughly coated in lube. Just using spit, though, this is new, and Kurt didn’t really take it slow. There’s more friction, for one thing, and it’s a little more uncomfortable. There’s something deliciously raw about though, and the pronounced drag of Kurt’s fingertips inside of him is really intense. He grinds back against them, trying to get them to slip a little deeper, but there’s more resistance, and Kurt’s moving his hand back with Blaine, actively preventing his fingers from going in farther. Blaine lets out a whine of frustration.
“You want me to move my fingers inside of you?” Kurt’s fingers find the hollow in the base of his spine and suck at the skin there.
“Yes, please. I need you to,” Blaine answers, wanting so badly to feel them pressing over and over again against that spot.
“Prove it,” Kurt says. “I’m not going to move my hand, I want you to fuck yourself on my fingers. I want you to show me how bad you want it, and then maybe I’ll add another one.”
Oh god, he wants that third finger. Adding another one means that Kurt is getting him ready to take his cock, and at this point he can barely express how much he wants that. Kurt’s holding his hand stiff, waiting for him, so he rocks his hips backwards, starting out slow but getting faster so he can feel them deeper. He tries different angles, attempting to get them to brush across his prostate, but because Kurt’s holding his fingers straight and stiff, that’s proving harder than he thought it would be. He takes a deep breath and rests his head in the crook of his elbow, slowing back down and regrouping.
Blaine moves his legs apart wider, making Kurt moan quietly at the sight, and rolls his hips down hard. And ohfuckyes there it is, the tips of Kurt’s fingers are pressing right on his prostate. He rocks back against them in short little thrusts, the drag making him choke out a groan.
“You’re doing so well,” Kurt says, sounding encouraging and also slightly mesmerized. “So well, Blaine, I wish you could see yourself, you look incredible.” And then Kurt’s leaning down, and he’s stroking the rim surrounding his fingers with his tongue, and goddammit, Blaine can’t take much more of this. He’s panting into his elbow, so aroused his hands are shaking, and he feels like he might die if his cock isn’t touched soon. He thinks about it for a moment, taking into account the fact that Kurt is currently absorbed in licking at his hole in between his fingers because his boyfriend is kind of an evil genius, and slowly brings one of his hands down to wrap around his dick. He muffles his whimpers into his arm because this is exactly what he needs, and he realizes that the sparks behind his eyelids mean that he’s getting close, but he can’t exactly stop now, because this feels like heaven-
And then, suddenly, everything stops. His hand is knocked away from his swollen cock, and his ass is empty of Kurt’s fingers.
“No, Blaine,” Kurt says sternly, like he’s scolding a badly behaved puppy.
“I told you to keep your hands up there, didn’t I? I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
“But I’m so close, I couldn’t-“ Blaine starts, but Kurt cuts him off.
“I know you are, that’s why I stopped.” Kurt slaps his ass hard, then rubs his hand soothingly over it. The second slap comes shortly after.
“You’re not allowed to come until I do, remember? And if you’re not going to do what I say, I think I need to make sure that you don’t have the opportunity to misbehave. Now please put your hands back where they belong.”
Blaine does as he’s told, and then Kurt is gone from behind him. When he comes back he’s holding both of their ties, and this time he kneels by Blaine’s side instead of in between his legs. Blaine’s pretty sure he knows where Kurt’s going with this, and sure enough, he selects his own tie and loops it around both of Blaine’s wrists, tugging them together and tying the knot closely around them. He then takes Blaine’s bowtie and feeds it through the slit on the headboard from the back. The other end goes over the top, and then he ties both ends together over the knot that’s keeping his wrists bound. The position makes it difficult to maneuver, and just about the only thing he can do with his hands is keep them wrapped around the headboard. He knows that this is precisely what Kurt intended when he tied him up.
They haven’t really tried anything like this before, and Blaine realizes that he’s completely at Kurt’s mercy. It’s a remarkably freeing feeling, knowing that the only thing he can do is kneel there and stay still, accepting whatever Kurt decides to do to his body- or what he doesn’t do. Up until now Kurt has kept him in line with words alone, which is something they’ve talked about extensively. When Blaine first admitted that he found the idea of Kurt taking firm control in bed and telling him what to do to be really hot, they started out slow and simple, Kurt being too afraid of pushing Blaine too far and making him feel secondary in their relationship to really let go. They’d talked some more, going over each other’s expectations, what they wanted to get out of it, and what their limits were. They realized that because they were exploring power dynamics that a safeword might be a good idea, and since then Kurt has been much more willing to experiment and take things farther now that he knows just how okay with that Blaine really is. Blaine supposes that taking things to a more physical level was inevitable, and he’s definitely not complaining. He tugs on his bonds a little, just to feel how tight they are against his wrists and the slight slide of cool silk against his skin.
“Do you like that?” Kurt asks softly, and runs a hand down his back.
“Yeah,” Blaine admits hoarsely. “I really- It feels so good, knowing that you can do whatever you want to me.”
Kurt smiles. “I knew you would. I’ve got one more thing for you, and then we can continue.” He gets up again and leans over the bed to fish for something in his bag. Blaine takes the opportunity to admire his ass, because even though it looks better naked, the skinny jeans make it look awesome. When Kurt sits back up he’s got a bottle of lube in one hand, and in the other-
Apparently Kurt really does want to kill him. In his other hand he’s holding an electric blue, rubbery ring, and if that wasn’t enough to tell him what it is, the evil glint in Kurt’s eyes is more than enough.
“Really, Kurt?” he hisses, “Why would you even get something like that? And where?”
“Oh, hush. I got it because it looked like fun, and I know you’re not going to last much longer without it,” he says. “And I bought it online, where else? Even if Lima did have a sex shop, can you really see me walking into one?” He grins mischievously. “Anyway, you know how I love to torture you.”
“Fuck you,” Blaine grumbles, feeling petulant. It’s not his best comeback ever, but he’s pretty sure all the blood that was previously in his brain has rushed south.
“Aww, Blaine, I think it’s the other way around,” Kurt coos at him.
“Besides, you like it. Now move your leg back a little, I’m going to put it on.”
Kurt moves his hand between his legs and slips the cockring on until it’s lying snug around the base of his dick. He pumps it a few times; fingers slipping through precome that’s been leaking from his slit, and making Blaine whine and try to thrust his cock into Kurt’s tight fist. Kurt brings his hand away and slides his body around so that he’s kneeling in between Blaine’s spread legs. Blaine hears the click of the lube opening behind him and at this point the sound elicits and almost Pavlovian response from him- he moves his legs apart a little farther and stretches his body, trying to get Kurt’s attention focused on him. He feels Kurt’s fingers slick against his skin, and then two slip back into his body. He presses them in then brings them back out to add the third, pushing them in hard to make him feel the stretch.
Blaine’s feeling incredibly impatient, and although those fingers fucking into him steadily are good (okay, very good), he really wants Kurt’s dick.
“Please,” he says, feeling exhausted from being aroused for so long,
“Please Kurt, I want you in me.”
“Hmm, but I am in you.” Blaine can hear the teasing in his voice, and it makes him want to hit his head repeatedly into the wood in front of him.
“I am about to melt into a puddle of sexual frustration,” Blaine tells him. “I need your dick inside of me. As soon as possible, please.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” Kurt responds. Although he sounds like he’s trying to control it, his voice is getting breathier. “That would be terrible to clean out of the sheets, and besides, I quite like you in your solid state.” His fingers stutter, and he swallows audibly. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Oh my god yes, finally,” Blaine moans as Kurt withdraws his fingers. He feels the blunt tip against his entrance, and loves that Kurt will be entering him bare. They haven’t used condoms for a while now, except when they want to avoid the hassle of cleanup, because they started out as virgins and they’re definitely exclusive. They’ve agreed to tell each other if they cheat, because they love each other too much to compromise their safety.
Blaine shifts his ass back, trying to get Kurt inside him, but Kurt grabs his hips tight and holds them in place. “Stop moving,” Kurt tells him. “We’re going at my pace, and I’ll start when I feel like it.” He slides his dick teasingly up and down the crack and digs his thumbs into the fleshiest parts of his ass. “I think I could come just like this, I wouldn’t even have to fuck you,” Kurt breathes, and then moans as he squeezes Blaine’s cheeks around his cock. He rocks his hips forward so that he’s thrusting right up against Blaine’s hole, but isn’t quite going in.
“Seriously?” Blaine groans, tucking his head back into the crook of his arm. “P-please, please, I need this, I need you.” He’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even care that he’s begging, especially because Kurt sometimes takes pity on him. He wants this so, so bad, and he knows that Kurt does too, which is why he’s willing to do just about anything to get Kurt to stop dragging it out.
“Dammit, you know I can’t resist you when you beg like that,” Kurt mumbles, his hips twitching. And then he feels a solid, blunt pressure at his opening, and his whole body freezes, because part of him can’t believe this is finally happening. The other part of him doesn’t want to move or do anything that will make Kurt stop and tell him off. He’s not sure that Kurt could even stop at this point, but he’s not willing to take that chance. He knows he would have come by now without the cockring, and his body is throbbing with the need to finish this.
Kurt pushes in so slowly, dragging it out to the very end, and Blaine loves how uniformly thick he is. This might just be the best part, getting filled for the first time, the burn overwhelming and wonderful and so much better than fingers. Kurt’s panting behind him and he finally bottoms out. His jeans have been pushed down around his thighs, and the texture against his own thighs is an interesting contrast to the rest of the sensations currently overwhelming him.
“You feel so good, Blaine, so good, so tight,” Kurt whispers, sounding wrecked. His hips snap forward suddenly, making Blaine grunt, and all he wants is more. Kurt gives him more, fucking him slowly and thoroughly, hard enough that Blaine’s body is jerked forwards with each thrust. He pulls apart Blaine’s asscheeks to watch himself fuck into him, to see how he’s stretched wide around his cock, and moans at the sight. “You look so pretty like this, all spread out for me, taking it so good,” he says, panting.
Kurt leans over him and threads one arms underneath Blaine’s to grab his shoulder, pulling his unresistant body into each roll of his hips. The other hand is squeezing Blaine’s hip so tight he’s pretty sure it’ll bruise, and he knows that he’ll be pressing his fingers into those bruises when he jerks off tomorrow. Kurt’s mouth attaches itself to his neck as he starts to pick up the pace. Blaine fucks himself back onto Kurt’s cock, whining as it repeatedly hits right where he needs it to and tipping his head back to give Kurt better access to his neck.
Kurt’s pounding into him now, his face pressed into Blaine’s neck, and slides his hand from Blaine’s hip to curl around his dick. He’s swearing under his breath, a steady stream of ohfuckohfuckohfuck pouring from his lips, and Blaine throws his head back and keens as the hand on him strokes his cock just right.
Blaine squeezes around Kurt, hoping it’ll throw him screaming over the edge, and Kurt yelps into his neck. He does it again, knowing he’s close. “Not fair,” Kurt grinds out. “Not fair, not fair, oh my god.” And he’s coming, crying out and pushing his cock in deep, rubbing right up against Blaine’s prostate. He keeps it deep, making tiny little thrusts until he’s finally spent, and pulls his cock from Blaine’s ass. Blaine whines, feeling unhappy with how empty he feels, but then Kurt is sitting up and reaching towards the top of his head to where his hands are tied.
Blaine remembers he’s allowed to come now, and his brain almost short-circuits. “Kurt,” he whimpers, “Kurt, please let me come now, please, I want to come.”
Kurt’s nimble fingers loosen the knot, then slip the ties off his wrists. He manhandles Blaine onto his back, and lowers his lips to Blaine’s, kissing him surprisingly gently. Blaine is calmed a little bit as he lets himself sink into the kiss, Kurt’s affection and love taking a slight edge off. “It’s ok, I’ve got you,” Kurt murmurs against his lips, “I’ll take care of you.” He moves his body down so that he’s lying between Blaine’s legs, and Blaine lets his head fall back and his eyes close. Now that he’s come Kurt won’t tease him anymore, and he allowes himself to be patient as Kurt starts working the ring from his swollen cock. Once it’s off Blaine feels like he can breath again, but he also finds that he’s unable to concentrate on anything but his cock and how hard it is.
He’s brought back to reality when Kurt sucks him into his mouth, and he snaps his hips up with a shout. Kurt slams his forearm down across Blaine’s hips, preventing him from entering his throat, because Kurt can’t take quite as much as Blaine can, although he’s working on it. Blaine rocks his hips up as much as he can into that perfectly warm, wet heat, and he could cry from how good it feels. Kurt suckles at the head, the vibrations from his moans traveling from his cock up into his spine, and then he sinks his mouth back down and sucks hard. He’s doing some truly wonderful things with his tongue, and Blaine brings his hand down to gently cup the back of his head, because he’s pretty sure Kurt won’t mind. He doesn’t, he simply starts bobbing his head up and down the length with vigor, and Blaine’s so close he can taste it.
Kurt grabs his calf and moves it up over his shoulder, giving him a little more room to work. Blaine feels two fingers up against his entrance again, and oh god Kurt’s going to finger him again while he blows him, he’s going to explode in about two seconds.
And then Kurt pushes his fingers back in as he sucks hard, and Blaine’s whole world shatters around him. His orgasm slams into him and he’s coming harder than he ever has in his life. He’s certain that nothing could compare to this. Kurt’s still got his mouth firmly around Blaine’s cock, taking all that he has to give, and his fingers are working themselves in and out as he rides out his aftershocks. It soon gets to be too much, though, and he bats at Kurt feebly. “That’s enough, too much,” he moans, not feeling particularly eloquent.
Kurt pulls away and moves his body back up so he can collapse against Blaine’s chest. Blaine wraps his arms around him and holds him close, too boneless to do much else. He feels like he could float away if Kurt let him. “Holy shit,” he says, and apparently that’s the best he can do, because he can’t think of anything else to describe whatever that was, but Kurt laughs lightly and threads their fingers together.
“Pretty much,” he agrees. “I should get up, we both need to clean up, we’re gross.”
“No, wait, I don’t care!” Blaine exclaims, because the last thing he wants right now is to stop holding Kurt. He demands cuddles, dammit. “We can shower later, but I really don’t want to let you go.”
Kurt makes a vaguely disgusted face at him, but then smiles slightly.
“You’re gross, but you’re cute, so I guess I’ll keep you,” he says.
“I’m adorable,” Blaine responds. “I’m adorable and you love me. You should go bake me something now, I’m hungry and it’s only eight thirty.”
Kurt raises his head from where he’s been lying on Blaine’s chest and looks at him. “When did I ever say I’d bake you anything? But I do love you, so I’ll consider it after a nap. And a shower. For both of us.”
“Awesome, thanks!” Blaine responds, feeling giddy at the thought. He wonders what he’ll be able to convince Kurt to make. They have walnuts, and homemade brownies sound amazing right now. “And then can you stay the night with me?”
Kurt snuggles into his collarbone. “Of course I will.”
Blaine thinks for a minute. “And then tomorrow morning, I’m going to fuck you into the mattress, because you seriously have it coming after tonight.”
Kurt laughs at him (seriously laughs, Blaine feels so offended). “How about instead I tie you spread eagle and ride you? I like the sound of that better.”
Well damn, how can Blaine say no to that? But he also wants to keep his dignity, so he doesn’t say anything, instead leaning down and kissing the top of Kurt’s head. He’ll come up with something to get back at Kurt, but first a nap with his boyfriend sounds like the most wonderful thing ever right now.
And then brownies.
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Recipient: likeasouffle
Author/Artist: to be revealed January 3rd, 2012
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: D/s, light bondage, rimming, comeplay, orgasm denial, spanking, toys
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Summary: In which Kurt is bossy, and Blaine really doesn’t mind.
Notes: This is for likeasouffle, who I hope will enjoy this. Have a wonderful holiday!
They stumble up the stairs together, Kurt a step ahead of him and hauling him by the lapels of his coat. They’re attached by the mouth, which makes moving awkward, but both of them are too desperate to separate for any length of time. Besides, Kurt has just started grinding his palm into Blaine’s erection, and Blaine doesn’t think he could move away from that if he tried.
They eventually do make it into Blaine’s bedroom, somehow. They move away from each other enough so that Blaine can get a good look at Kurt, and god, his eyes are dark. He’s breathing hard, but he also has a considering look on his face, like he’s trying to figure out what to do with him. It makes Blaine slightly nervous.
“I want you to take off your clothes,” Kurt says finally. Despite the look in his eyes, his voice is remarkably even. “I want you to strip, and then I want you to get on the bed.” The order sends a shock of arousal down Blaine’s spine and into his cock, and he scrambles to obey. He pulls off his layers with trembling fingers and tosses them onto the chair by his bed. He doesn’t bother with folding them, but he knows by now that leaving clothes in a pile on the floor will mean facing Kurt’s formidable wrath.
Right now it’s spring vacation, and Blaine’s parents are away on a business trip and won’t be back for at least another few days. Kurt’s parents are also away, and are probably somewhere near Belize on a cruise that they’re taking for their honeymoon. They decided that they could afford it when business in Burt’s shop really started picking up, and spring break seemed like the best time for everyone. Kurt and Blaine have taken advantage of it as much as they can, and this is the third night in a row Kurt has come over to spend the night with him. All of the newfound time has been intoxicating, and Blaine has no idea how they’ll go back to only spending time together alone once every few days, with both sets of parents breathing down their throats and making sure they’re not up to anything inappropriate. This is really kind of funny when Blaine thinks about it.
Blaine backs himself up until he hits the edge of the bed with the backs of his knees and sits down slowly. He doesn’t break eye contact with Kurt once, and the air is crackling with the energy between them. Blaine’s completely naked and the only thing Kurt has removed is his coat, but something about it makes him feel both ridiculously turned on and apprehensive. “Where do you want me?” he asks, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and biting it gently.
Kurt’s eyes immediately flicker down to the motion, but he answers readily. “Lean back against the pillows and don’t do anything. I just want to look at you.” He moves his legs up to his chest and lies down so he’s propped up on the large stack of pillows at the head of the bed, then bends his knees and opens his legs slightly to give Kurt something to look at. He watches Kurt watching him and doesn’t say anything.
Blaine is normally quite talkative, but he doesn’t feel the need to say much when they have sex- they’ve been doing this long enough so that Kurt is proficient at reading what he needs through the shifts of his body and the sounds and changes of his moans, and the last thing Blaine wants is to miss something through unnecessary chatter. He’s content, for the most part, to communicate through eye contact, and Kurt is chatty (“bossy”, his mind supplies) enough for them both.
Kurt doesn’t look away from him, his eyes are still on his body and his hard, neglected cock lying on his belly, but he’s begun toeing off his shoes and socks. The purple fitted blazer is next to go, and then his t-shirt and tie, leaving him in his skinny jeans. He doesn’t bother with those, instead electing to saunter over and climb on the bed so he’s straddling Blaine’s chest. He aches for Kurt to lean down and kiss him, but the angle is all wrong, and Kurt’s knees are resting firmly on his forearms so he can’t sit up on his elbows and meet him halfway either. He’s very aware of his dick and how close it is to Kurt’s jean-clad ass, and he can’t help but picture one of Kurt’s hands reaching behind him to wrap his long, nimble fingers around his erection. He knows that Kurt won’t do that, though. That’s not what this is about.
“I want you to suck me,” Kurt says, leaning down towards his ear. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, and I want you to lie there and take it.” He runs the tips of his fingers down Blaine’s chest, and Blaine shivers as a nail scrapes lightly across a nipple. “Because I know how much you like it, how much you like the feeling of my cock down your throat. I might even come in your mouth, if I really feel like it.” He pauses to think for a moment. “Or all over your face, I’m not sure yet. I suppose I’ll decide when the time comes,” he says with a giggle.
Blaine moans aloud, because dear god, Kurt’s dirty talk. It’s one of his favorite things about what they do together, and all of it is true. He loves giving blowjobs, adores the solid weight and silky warmth of him in his mouth, the feeling of Kurt losing control and coming over his tongue. His mouth waters just thinking about it.
Kurt unzips his jeans and reaches a hand into his underwear to pull out his cock. It’s long and so hard, and there’s a drip of precome pooling at the head that Blaine desperately wants to lap up. “Hold onto the headboard with both hands, and don’t let go,” Kurt murmurs. Blaine stretches his arms above him and slides his fingers into the slit in the wood that runs the length of the headboard. It’s probably just for decoration, but they’ve put it to good use more than once.
Lips parted slightly, Blaine closes his eyes and waits. He feels Kurt move in a little closer, and then Kurt grabs his dick and drags it across Blaine’s lips. Blaine seriously can’t help it when his tongue darts out and catches the head, digging into the slit and making Kurt groan.
“Open your mouth, Blaine, come on,” Kurt says breathlessly. Blaine just looks up at him, grinning at him playfully and yet again sliding his tongue slowly around the tip. His mouth remains stubbornly closed. He likes to make Kurt work for it sometimes, if only a little bit- Kurt does the same thing to him, after all, both more frequently and to greater extremes. Not that Blaine would deny how much he likes it.
“Blaine, open your mouth,”, Kurt says a little more sharply. Maybe it’s weird how turned on he is by his boyfriend’s tone, but it’s just so quintessentially Kurt and everything about Kurt turns him on. So yeah, maybe he gets off on Kurt bossing him around. He’s not about to apologize for it.
He opens his mouth, and Kurt wastes no time in sinking his length into his mouth and right up to his gag reflex. He starts moving his hips almost immediately, not really giving Blaine any time to adjust. He’s not being rough, but he’s not being gentle either. Blaine’s panting around him, overwhelmed by the heavy, velvety feeling of Kurt’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth, going a little deeper with each roll of his hips. Blaine knows that Kurt is testing the waters, seeing if Blaine can take him how Kurt wants him to. And god, Blaine wants to. Deepthroating is relatively new to their repertoire, and even though he loves doing it, Kurt really has to take control and help him through it.
“Can you take more?” Kurt says, sounding hopeful yet gentle. He would never intentionally hurt Blaine, at least not without his say-so. “I’d really like you to try for me.”
Blaine doesn’t answer, because his mouth is full and he was raised better than that, so instead he looks up at Kurt, removes his hands from the headboard, and grabs two handfuls of his boyfriend’s seriously incredible ass. He squeezes it hard first, because he really can’t not and also because the sexy little gasp that Kurt makes whenever he does that is sexy as hell, but then he gently pulls his hips a little closer.
Blaine knows that by taking his hands off the headboard he’s violated a direct order, and normally Kurt wouldn’t be thrilled with that. But he’s hard and aching right now, and he desperately wants to feel Kurt’s cock hitting the back of his throat. Kurt looks just as desperate as he feels- he’s nearly shaking from the pleasure and effort of holding himself up, and his fingers are curled up tightly in the nest of blankets around them. Blaine also knows that Kurt has a hard time pushing him through it and causing him discomfort, even if they both like it, and an encouraging hand on his ass lets him know he can keep going.
“Fuck, Blaine,” Kurt whispers, his hips stilling. “You’re really okay with this?” At Blaine’s nod, he keeps going. “Because your mouth, shit, you’re just so talented, and I am so close right now, it’s not going to take much-“ He cuts off, grabbing the base of his cock in one hand and a fistful of Blaine’s hair in the other. He slowly guides himself forward, and Blaine moans at the slow, heavy slide across his tongue. He takes a deep breath through his nose and lets it back out, trying to let any tension out and relax completely.
Kurt keeps going until Blaine’s lips meet his hand, then takes it away and pushes slowly until it hits the back of his throat. Blaine’s trying not to gag, but he’s doing much better than he has before. He swallows around him, once, twice, and Kurt wails, tugging on his hair sharply and trying not to let his hips jerk forward. He pulls all the way back and out of Blaine’s mouth completely, giving him a chance to cough and take a breath.
“How are you so good at this?” he asks, looking sweaty and strung out.
“The way you can just take it all, you’re trying so hard for me, I wish I could take you that deep, make you feel as good as you’re making me feel…”
He wraps his fingers around his cock and brings it back to Blaine’s mouth. “I’m so close,” he murmurs. “Come on, once more, I wanna feel you swallow me down.”
Blaine moves his hands up and down Kurt’s lower back, stroking his soft skin reverently. He’s determined to make this good for Kurt, wants to feel him come down his throat, so he sucks Kurt into his mouth and sucks hard.
Kurt whimpers and shudders above him. His whole body is shaking now, and he cries out loudly as Blaine runs his tongue along the vein on the underside. He’s pushing his cock farther already, too far gone to be nearly as gentle as he was last time. Blaine likes to feel Kurt lose control, though, and he’s ready for it when Kurt cradles his head in his hands and pushes in as far as he can go.
Blaine’s nose is buried in Kurt’s sparse, well-maintained pubic hair, and he struggles to accommodate all of him. Kurt’s head is thrown back, his eyes are squeezed shut, and his hands are twisted in Blaine’s curls, the sharp tugs bordering on painful. His mouth is open, his breath coming in strangled, cut-off pants. His hips haven’t stilled this time- they’re twitching and thrusting forward in tiny little circles, never quite leaving his Blaine’s throat. He is absolutely beautiful, and Blaine’s need for oxygen is the only thing that keeps him from lying there forever and taking it, soaking up the feeling of Kurt holding him down and fucking his mouth.
Unfortunately Blaine is only human and does need to breath, and even though he thinks that dying from giving Kurt a blowjob doesn’t sound like a terrible way to go, he pulls a little on Kurt’s hips until he gets the message and pulls back. Kurt doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even take his dick all the way out of Blaine’s mouth, he just pushes right back in and continues to fuck Blaine’s mouth.
“Breath control, Blaine,” he breathes, “Learn better breath control and you’ll be able to take me long- fuck!” he yelps. One of Blaine’s hands has found its way back down Kurt’s pants and a finger is circling his entrance teasingly. Blaine hums around him agreeably, because he’ll practice whatever he needs to if it gives Kurt what he wants, and pushes his finger inside. He just goes in a little way, because he’s pretty sure the nearest bottle of lube is in Kurt’s messenger bag on floor by the far side of the bed, but Kurt cries out and clenches around him all the same. He moves it in tight little circles, and Kurt’s moving like he’s not sure whether he wants to thrust forward into Blaine’s mouth or fuck himself back onto Blaine’s finger. Blaine can tell that he’s about to fall over the edge, so he starts pulling out every trick he knows to get him there. He moves his tongue up the length and digs it into the frenulum, then sucks hard and swallows a few times for good measure.
Kurt is making noises that sound only vaguely like words, and his movements are getting more and more erratic. Blaine’s been pushing his finger in a little farther each time Kurt moves his hips back, and he knows that if he gets anywhere close to Kurt’s prostate he’ll come. He starts sucking hard each time Kurt presses in all the way, then brings another finger to his hole and strokes it along the rim. As soon as he crooks his finger inside and presses down hard, Kurt’s whole body freezes and he comes.
Kurt’s pushed all the way into his mouth, so he’s able to catch a little of his release on his tongue and swallow it down, but then Kurt pulls all the way out and lets the rest splash over his face. He’s breathing hard, but he’s staring down at Blaine and looking entirely too pleased with himself. He runs a finger along Blaine’s lower lip, scooping up the come there, and sucks his finger into his mouth, never breaking eye contact with Blaine.
“You could have come in my mouth, I wanted to swallow it,” Blaine says, trying not to sound too whiny.
“Oh, I know,” Kurt answers. “But you look so pretty like this, with my come all over your face.” He licks his lips in delight. “You look like mine. And don’t worry, you’ll get some.”
He leans down and methodically licks the come splattered on Blaine’s face, but doesn’t swallow it. Instead he shoves his tongue inside Blaine’s mouth, kissing him deep and dirty, letting him have what he’s collected, and Blaine swallows down what he’s been given with a groan.
Blaine gasps as he feels a couple of fingers trail up his cock, too lightly to bring any sort of relief. He’d nearly forgotten how turned on he is, but apparently Kurt had brought a hand behind him to remind him while they were kissing, because Kurt’s sneaky like that.
“You’re so hard, Blaine,” Kurt mumbles into his mouth. “I feel like one of these days you’ll come just from blowing me.” That would be hideously embarrassing, but unfortunately not outside the realm of possibility. Also he’s pretty sure Kurt would love that. “Do you want to come?”
He nods enthusiastically, because god yes, he wants that. “Too bad,” Kurt grins. He lets his head drop down onto the pillows, because of course Kurt would say that. Actually, he’s not really sure how he hadn’t really seen that coming. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re not allowed to come until I do,” he continues. “But first I’m going to eat you out, and I’m going to take my time and get you nice and ready for me.”
“Kurt, please,” Blaine whimpers. “There’s no way I’ll last that long, I’ll die. It’ll take you forever to come again.”
Kurt kisses him again, and Blaine can’t help but respond, even though he’s feeling sulky. He kisses him thoroughly, taking his time and making Blaine’s toes curl. “You can do it. And if you can’t, I have a new backup plan I’ve been dying to try out on you.”
Well that’s ominous. He doesn’t have time to ponder it though, because Kurt is pulling back and grabbing his hip. “Come on, turn over,” Kurt tells him. “Get on your knees and grab the headboard. Do not let go, there’ll be no reason for you to this time.” He sounds serious about it, so Blaine flips over so that his weight is resting on his knees and his chest is splayed iver the stack of pillows. He takes a hold of the headboard and spreads his legs more, waiting for Kurt to do something and nearly vibrating with the need to be touched.
A hand touches the top of his spine and trails slowly downwards, thumb dipping into the crack of his ass and back out. The hand strokes at his cheek for a moment, then smacks it hard, making Blaine jump and let out an embarrassing little squeak of surprise. Kurt leans over him, back to chest, and brings his head down close to Blaine’s ear. “I love that noise you make whenever I spank you,” he whispers. And god, I love your ass, it was made to be slapped.” Kurt nibbles on his ear and smacks him again. It hurts, but it’s a good kind of pain, and he arches his back and pushes his ass into Kurt’s hand, which is now petting him where he’s pink and slightly sore.
“Kurt, please,” he moans. “I need more, come on…” Kurt nips at his earlobe and smacks his other cheek.
“Don’t rush me,” he growls. I know what I’m doing here, and you need to be patient.”
“I’m sorry, I’m trying, it’s just, I’m so hard right now, and I really want you to fuck me,” he says, a bit desperately.
Kurt softens. “I know, honey, I’ll get you there. I promise I won’t leave you hanging.” He moves his body back down Blaine’s bed and takes his ass in both hands, parting the flesh and staring down at his hole. He leans down and immediately licks a long line from his perineum to the base of his spine, making Blaine whine and push back for more. Kurt obliges him, swirling his tongue around his entrance, but not quite breaching it. He brings one of his hands up to Blaine’s mouth and pushes two of his fingers in. “Suck,” he says. “Get them wet for me.”
Blaine does, sucking on Kurt’s fingers and coating them with saliva as Kurt’s tongue finally enters his body. He groans and pushes back, wanting to feel more, but Kurt grabs one of his hips firmly, holding him there and preventing him from moving very far. He knows that Kurt wants him to sit still and take it. This proves to be difficult though, because it’s really hard not to squirm when Kurt’s tongue is fucking him like that. He decides to try and concentrate on the fingers in his mouth, but then Kurt withdraws them.
“Do you want my fingers?” Kurt asks, his breath tickling the spot where Blaine’s thigh meets his ass. “Do you think you could take both to start out?”
Blaine’s muddled mind tries to process that, because this is the first time so far he’s been offered something that’s not essentially an exercise in teasing. Kurt’s tongue feels amazing, but it’s not nearly long enough to reach that spot inside of him that drives him crazy. Fingers offer him something solid, something that fills him up just right.
“Blaine, I asked you a question.” Apparently he’d taken too long to respond. “If you don’t want them, I can just go back to doing what I was doing.”
“No, wait!” Blaine says, panicked at the thought of enduring that torture for much longer. “I need them now. Please.”
Kurt snickers a bit, clearly amused by Blaine’s desperation. But he does bring his fingers down, still slick with saliva, and caresses his hole a few times before pushing them in together. Blaine shouts at the stretch and the rough slide, because although he’s started out with two before, they’ve always been thoroughly coated in lube. Just using spit, though, this is new, and Kurt didn’t really take it slow. There’s more friction, for one thing, and it’s a little more uncomfortable. There’s something deliciously raw about though, and the pronounced drag of Kurt’s fingertips inside of him is really intense. He grinds back against them, trying to get them to slip a little deeper, but there’s more resistance, and Kurt’s moving his hand back with Blaine, actively preventing his fingers from going in farther. Blaine lets out a whine of frustration.
“You want me to move my fingers inside of you?” Kurt’s fingers find the hollow in the base of his spine and suck at the skin there.
“Yes, please. I need you to,” Blaine answers, wanting so badly to feel them pressing over and over again against that spot.
“Prove it,” Kurt says. “I’m not going to move my hand, I want you to fuck yourself on my fingers. I want you to show me how bad you want it, and then maybe I’ll add another one.”
Oh god, he wants that third finger. Adding another one means that Kurt is getting him ready to take his cock, and at this point he can barely express how much he wants that. Kurt’s holding his hand stiff, waiting for him, so he rocks his hips backwards, starting out slow but getting faster so he can feel them deeper. He tries different angles, attempting to get them to brush across his prostate, but because Kurt’s holding his fingers straight and stiff, that’s proving harder than he thought it would be. He takes a deep breath and rests his head in the crook of his elbow, slowing back down and regrouping.
Blaine moves his legs apart wider, making Kurt moan quietly at the sight, and rolls his hips down hard. And ohfuckyes there it is, the tips of Kurt’s fingers are pressing right on his prostate. He rocks back against them in short little thrusts, the drag making him choke out a groan.
“You’re doing so well,” Kurt says, sounding encouraging and also slightly mesmerized. “So well, Blaine, I wish you could see yourself, you look incredible.” And then Kurt’s leaning down, and he’s stroking the rim surrounding his fingers with his tongue, and goddammit, Blaine can’t take much more of this. He’s panting into his elbow, so aroused his hands are shaking, and he feels like he might die if his cock isn’t touched soon. He thinks about it for a moment, taking into account the fact that Kurt is currently absorbed in licking at his hole in between his fingers because his boyfriend is kind of an evil genius, and slowly brings one of his hands down to wrap around his dick. He muffles his whimpers into his arm because this is exactly what he needs, and he realizes that the sparks behind his eyelids mean that he’s getting close, but he can’t exactly stop now, because this feels like heaven-
And then, suddenly, everything stops. His hand is knocked away from his swollen cock, and his ass is empty of Kurt’s fingers.
“No, Blaine,” Kurt says sternly, like he’s scolding a badly behaved puppy.
“I told you to keep your hands up there, didn’t I? I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
“But I’m so close, I couldn’t-“ Blaine starts, but Kurt cuts him off.
“I know you are, that’s why I stopped.” Kurt slaps his ass hard, then rubs his hand soothingly over it. The second slap comes shortly after.
“You’re not allowed to come until I do, remember? And if you’re not going to do what I say, I think I need to make sure that you don’t have the opportunity to misbehave. Now please put your hands back where they belong.”
Blaine does as he’s told, and then Kurt is gone from behind him. When he comes back he’s holding both of their ties, and this time he kneels by Blaine’s side instead of in between his legs. Blaine’s pretty sure he knows where Kurt’s going with this, and sure enough, he selects his own tie and loops it around both of Blaine’s wrists, tugging them together and tying the knot closely around them. He then takes Blaine’s bowtie and feeds it through the slit on the headboard from the back. The other end goes over the top, and then he ties both ends together over the knot that’s keeping his wrists bound. The position makes it difficult to maneuver, and just about the only thing he can do with his hands is keep them wrapped around the headboard. He knows that this is precisely what Kurt intended when he tied him up.
They haven’t really tried anything like this before, and Blaine realizes that he’s completely at Kurt’s mercy. It’s a remarkably freeing feeling, knowing that the only thing he can do is kneel there and stay still, accepting whatever Kurt decides to do to his body- or what he doesn’t do. Up until now Kurt has kept him in line with words alone, which is something they’ve talked about extensively. When Blaine first admitted that he found the idea of Kurt taking firm control in bed and telling him what to do to be really hot, they started out slow and simple, Kurt being too afraid of pushing Blaine too far and making him feel secondary in their relationship to really let go. They’d talked some more, going over each other’s expectations, what they wanted to get out of it, and what their limits were. They realized that because they were exploring power dynamics that a safeword might be a good idea, and since then Kurt has been much more willing to experiment and take things farther now that he knows just how okay with that Blaine really is. Blaine supposes that taking things to a more physical level was inevitable, and he’s definitely not complaining. He tugs on his bonds a little, just to feel how tight they are against his wrists and the slight slide of cool silk against his skin.
“Do you like that?” Kurt asks softly, and runs a hand down his back.
“Yeah,” Blaine admits hoarsely. “I really- It feels so good, knowing that you can do whatever you want to me.”
Kurt smiles. “I knew you would. I’ve got one more thing for you, and then we can continue.” He gets up again and leans over the bed to fish for something in his bag. Blaine takes the opportunity to admire his ass, because even though it looks better naked, the skinny jeans make it look awesome. When Kurt sits back up he’s got a bottle of lube in one hand, and in the other-
Apparently Kurt really does want to kill him. In his other hand he’s holding an electric blue, rubbery ring, and if that wasn’t enough to tell him what it is, the evil glint in Kurt’s eyes is more than enough.
“Really, Kurt?” he hisses, “Why would you even get something like that? And where?”
“Oh, hush. I got it because it looked like fun, and I know you’re not going to last much longer without it,” he says. “And I bought it online, where else? Even if Lima did have a sex shop, can you really see me walking into one?” He grins mischievously. “Anyway, you know how I love to torture you.”
“Fuck you,” Blaine grumbles, feeling petulant. It’s not his best comeback ever, but he’s pretty sure all the blood that was previously in his brain has rushed south.
“Aww, Blaine, I think it’s the other way around,” Kurt coos at him.
“Besides, you like it. Now move your leg back a little, I’m going to put it on.”
Kurt moves his hand between his legs and slips the cockring on until it’s lying snug around the base of his dick. He pumps it a few times; fingers slipping through precome that’s been leaking from his slit, and making Blaine whine and try to thrust his cock into Kurt’s tight fist. Kurt brings his hand away and slides his body around so that he’s kneeling in between Blaine’s spread legs. Blaine hears the click of the lube opening behind him and at this point the sound elicits and almost Pavlovian response from him- he moves his legs apart a little farther and stretches his body, trying to get Kurt’s attention focused on him. He feels Kurt’s fingers slick against his skin, and then two slip back into his body. He presses them in then brings them back out to add the third, pushing them in hard to make him feel the stretch.
Blaine’s feeling incredibly impatient, and although those fingers fucking into him steadily are good (okay, very good), he really wants Kurt’s dick.
“Please,” he says, feeling exhausted from being aroused for so long,
“Please Kurt, I want you in me.”
“Hmm, but I am in you.” Blaine can hear the teasing in his voice, and it makes him want to hit his head repeatedly into the wood in front of him.
“I am about to melt into a puddle of sexual frustration,” Blaine tells him. “I need your dick inside of me. As soon as possible, please.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” Kurt responds. Although he sounds like he’s trying to control it, his voice is getting breathier. “That would be terrible to clean out of the sheets, and besides, I quite like you in your solid state.” His fingers stutter, and he swallows audibly. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Oh my god yes, finally,” Blaine moans as Kurt withdraws his fingers. He feels the blunt tip against his entrance, and loves that Kurt will be entering him bare. They haven’t used condoms for a while now, except when they want to avoid the hassle of cleanup, because they started out as virgins and they’re definitely exclusive. They’ve agreed to tell each other if they cheat, because they love each other too much to compromise their safety.
Blaine shifts his ass back, trying to get Kurt inside him, but Kurt grabs his hips tight and holds them in place. “Stop moving,” Kurt tells him. “We’re going at my pace, and I’ll start when I feel like it.” He slides his dick teasingly up and down the crack and digs his thumbs into the fleshiest parts of his ass. “I think I could come just like this, I wouldn’t even have to fuck you,” Kurt breathes, and then moans as he squeezes Blaine’s cheeks around his cock. He rocks his hips forward so that he’s thrusting right up against Blaine’s hole, but isn’t quite going in.
“Seriously?” Blaine groans, tucking his head back into the crook of his arm. “P-please, please, I need this, I need you.” He’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even care that he’s begging, especially because Kurt sometimes takes pity on him. He wants this so, so bad, and he knows that Kurt does too, which is why he’s willing to do just about anything to get Kurt to stop dragging it out.
“Dammit, you know I can’t resist you when you beg like that,” Kurt mumbles, his hips twitching. And then he feels a solid, blunt pressure at his opening, and his whole body freezes, because part of him can’t believe this is finally happening. The other part of him doesn’t want to move or do anything that will make Kurt stop and tell him off. He’s not sure that Kurt could even stop at this point, but he’s not willing to take that chance. He knows he would have come by now without the cockring, and his body is throbbing with the need to finish this.
Kurt pushes in so slowly, dragging it out to the very end, and Blaine loves how uniformly thick he is. This might just be the best part, getting filled for the first time, the burn overwhelming and wonderful and so much better than fingers. Kurt’s panting behind him and he finally bottoms out. His jeans have been pushed down around his thighs, and the texture against his own thighs is an interesting contrast to the rest of the sensations currently overwhelming him.
“You feel so good, Blaine, so good, so tight,” Kurt whispers, sounding wrecked. His hips snap forward suddenly, making Blaine grunt, and all he wants is more. Kurt gives him more, fucking him slowly and thoroughly, hard enough that Blaine’s body is jerked forwards with each thrust. He pulls apart Blaine’s asscheeks to watch himself fuck into him, to see how he’s stretched wide around his cock, and moans at the sight. “You look so pretty like this, all spread out for me, taking it so good,” he says, panting.
Kurt leans over him and threads one arms underneath Blaine’s to grab his shoulder, pulling his unresistant body into each roll of his hips. The other hand is squeezing Blaine’s hip so tight he’s pretty sure it’ll bruise, and he knows that he’ll be pressing his fingers into those bruises when he jerks off tomorrow. Kurt’s mouth attaches itself to his neck as he starts to pick up the pace. Blaine fucks himself back onto Kurt’s cock, whining as it repeatedly hits right where he needs it to and tipping his head back to give Kurt better access to his neck.
Kurt’s pounding into him now, his face pressed into Blaine’s neck, and slides his hand from Blaine’s hip to curl around his dick. He’s swearing under his breath, a steady stream of ohfuckohfuckohfuck pouring from his lips, and Blaine throws his head back and keens as the hand on him strokes his cock just right.
Blaine squeezes around Kurt, hoping it’ll throw him screaming over the edge, and Kurt yelps into his neck. He does it again, knowing he’s close. “Not fair,” Kurt grinds out. “Not fair, not fair, oh my god.” And he’s coming, crying out and pushing his cock in deep, rubbing right up against Blaine’s prostate. He keeps it deep, making tiny little thrusts until he’s finally spent, and pulls his cock from Blaine’s ass. Blaine whines, feeling unhappy with how empty he feels, but then Kurt is sitting up and reaching towards the top of his head to where his hands are tied.
Blaine remembers he’s allowed to come now, and his brain almost short-circuits. “Kurt,” he whimpers, “Kurt, please let me come now, please, I want to come.”
Kurt’s nimble fingers loosen the knot, then slip the ties off his wrists. He manhandles Blaine onto his back, and lowers his lips to Blaine’s, kissing him surprisingly gently. Blaine is calmed a little bit as he lets himself sink into the kiss, Kurt’s affection and love taking a slight edge off. “It’s ok, I’ve got you,” Kurt murmurs against his lips, “I’ll take care of you.” He moves his body down so that he’s lying between Blaine’s legs, and Blaine lets his head fall back and his eyes close. Now that he’s come Kurt won’t tease him anymore, and he allowes himself to be patient as Kurt starts working the ring from his swollen cock. Once it’s off Blaine feels like he can breath again, but he also finds that he’s unable to concentrate on anything but his cock and how hard it is.
He’s brought back to reality when Kurt sucks him into his mouth, and he snaps his hips up with a shout. Kurt slams his forearm down across Blaine’s hips, preventing him from entering his throat, because Kurt can’t take quite as much as Blaine can, although he’s working on it. Blaine rocks his hips up as much as he can into that perfectly warm, wet heat, and he could cry from how good it feels. Kurt suckles at the head, the vibrations from his moans traveling from his cock up into his spine, and then he sinks his mouth back down and sucks hard. He’s doing some truly wonderful things with his tongue, and Blaine brings his hand down to gently cup the back of his head, because he’s pretty sure Kurt won’t mind. He doesn’t, he simply starts bobbing his head up and down the length with vigor, and Blaine’s so close he can taste it.
Kurt grabs his calf and moves it up over his shoulder, giving him a little more room to work. Blaine feels two fingers up against his entrance again, and oh god Kurt’s going to finger him again while he blows him, he’s going to explode in about two seconds.
And then Kurt pushes his fingers back in as he sucks hard, and Blaine’s whole world shatters around him. His orgasm slams into him and he’s coming harder than he ever has in his life. He’s certain that nothing could compare to this. Kurt’s still got his mouth firmly around Blaine’s cock, taking all that he has to give, and his fingers are working themselves in and out as he rides out his aftershocks. It soon gets to be too much, though, and he bats at Kurt feebly. “That’s enough, too much,” he moans, not feeling particularly eloquent.
Kurt pulls away and moves his body back up so he can collapse against Blaine’s chest. Blaine wraps his arms around him and holds him close, too boneless to do much else. He feels like he could float away if Kurt let him. “Holy shit,” he says, and apparently that’s the best he can do, because he can’t think of anything else to describe whatever that was, but Kurt laughs lightly and threads their fingers together.
“Pretty much,” he agrees. “I should get up, we both need to clean up, we’re gross.”
“No, wait, I don’t care!” Blaine exclaims, because the last thing he wants right now is to stop holding Kurt. He demands cuddles, dammit. “We can shower later, but I really don’t want to let you go.”
Kurt makes a vaguely disgusted face at him, but then smiles slightly.
“You’re gross, but you’re cute, so I guess I’ll keep you,” he says.
“I’m adorable,” Blaine responds. “I’m adorable and you love me. You should go bake me something now, I’m hungry and it’s only eight thirty.”
Kurt raises his head from where he’s been lying on Blaine’s chest and looks at him. “When did I ever say I’d bake you anything? But I do love you, so I’ll consider it after a nap. And a shower. For both of us.”
“Awesome, thanks!” Blaine responds, feeling giddy at the thought. He wonders what he’ll be able to convince Kurt to make. They have walnuts, and homemade brownies sound amazing right now. “And then can you stay the night with me?”
Kurt snuggles into his collarbone. “Of course I will.”
Blaine thinks for a minute. “And then tomorrow morning, I’m going to fuck you into the mattress, because you seriously have it coming after tonight.”
Kurt laughs at him (seriously laughs, Blaine feels so offended). “How about instead I tie you spread eagle and ride you? I like the sound of that better.”
Well damn, how can Blaine say no to that? But he also wants to keep his dignity, so he doesn’t say anything, instead leaning down and kissing the top of Kurt’s head. He’ll come up with something to get back at Kurt, but first a nap with his boyfriend sounds like the most wonderful thing ever right now.
And then brownies.
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