Satin Ribbon (Part 3/4)
Title: Satin Ribbon (Part 2/?)
Author: Stut_ter (this part)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Blaine wants to worship Kurt; Kurt wants to let him.
Warnings: Bondage, symbolic gag, body worship, facefucking, barebacking
Word Count: ~3300 this part
AN: This is written for this prompt at the kink meme.
“Yes,” Blaine whispers, his lips dragging across Kurt’s as his fingers pull free from Kurt’s tangled hair and he forces himself back to the moment; making himself to focus on his intended plan here. This is far from over; he wants Kurt to really understand...to feel what Blaine feels and hear his heart as it beats out Kurt’s name. “You’re starting to see, aren’t you, Kurt?”
Kurt’s chest expands and rises, his body momentarily betraying him as he searches for an answer.
“Yes, I think-”
But Blaine is there, his mouth commanding over Kurt’s lips, his tongue pressing urgently against Kurt’s and he’s swallowing Kurt’s resolve; consuming the lingering doubts Kurt has fostered for so long about his body. His voice. His ability to be sensual and attractive.
Blaine is hovering above him, his muscles taut and shaking, not allowing Kurt even the barest hint of friction. Kurt’s cock lies heavy against his stomach once again while Blaine’s remains rigid and untouched.
“Well then,” Blaine whispers, his voice dipping lower and sliding along Kurt’s skin, setting fires in its wake. “It seems I have more work to do if you need to think about it. Let me tell you then, Kurt, what I think about when I see you. Just you, anywhere. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing...it’s what I see.”
Kurt moans, aching with the need to rut and pull, his fingers tugging their bindings without any real force. He’s starting to want, no , need to hear what Blaine is going to say...what he’ll make Kurt say; he silently begs Blaine to do this. To make Kurt talk. It’s like a switch has been flipped inside his mind and he knows, truly knows that this is something that will make him stronger - make them stronger. He groans with the knowledge that his body wants this like breathing.
Blaine perks up, pulling free from Kurt’s mouth, his space, and notices Kurt’s flushed cheeks, his bottom lip tangled in his teeth and circles for the kill.
“Do you know what it’s like for me during class, Kurt? Have you ever noticed that you take your tongue,” Blaine gently, softly presses his fingers to Kurt’s lips, urging them open, his tongue feeling hot and altogether too still in his mouth as Blaine traces the tip with his finger, “and you lick your lips - lips I fucking love, Kurt, and you trace them over and over. All I can think about is where your tongue’s been and how much you tease me with it-”
Kurt whines at his touch, his words, and he tells himself not to move, wills his hips to keep still, to hear what Blaine is saying.
“-how you look with my cock in your mouth and how just one swipe of your tongue makes me lose it.”
Kurt moans and Blaine’s eyebrows arch in understanding.
“Kurt...” he growls, knowing full well the effect on his boyfriend will be instantaneous. Kurt pants, desperately trying to steady himself. “...is there something you’d like to tell me?”
And Blaine almost comes right then, when Kurt whimpers and pulls at his restraints, turning his head and muttering something quietly into the pillow.
“What was that, Kurt?” Blaine purrs and reaches between them to run his fingertips over Kurt’s reddened cock, trailing his nails over the shiny skin and drawing them lower. He shivers and squirms as Blaine’s fingers come to rest at the puckered skin below, dragging lightly there. Kurt swears under his breath, making Blaine sit up and push both hands into the mattress next to Kurt’s head.
“Everything you do has me on edge, Kurt...I want to know what came out of that mouth of yours a moment ago...what do you need, baby?”
Kurt bites his lip, chin trembling as he speaks. “Ma-Make...me,” he breathes, wanting nothing more than to be forced into admitting his darkest desires. He wants to tell Blaine the thoughts that make him come, biting his fist to stifle his moans as blood burns through his ears at night.
Blaine’s eyes widen and his cock aches at Kurt’s words...Fuck, fuck, FUCK he will make Kurt talk...although his own cock is making him feel like he’ll burst if he doesn’t...
“I’ll leave you here, Kurt. Just like this. I will...you’re so sexy tied up and laid out here that no one would ever mind...I need to take care of this anyway so-”
“I think of-” Kurt starts, his eyes marking Blaine, holding him to where he’s tarted to stand. He couldn’t leave him here...not like this...Kurt needs too much, he wants too much, he-
“-I think about you fucking my mouth. Right now that’s what I’m...that’s what I want. I think of it in class, too. You straddling my shoulders while I...” Kurt trails off, his cheeks crimson, cock leaking trails onto his stomach, hips rolling minutely as his mind retraces months of fantasies, finding real life to be so much better. Blaine stares, transfixed by the direction this experience has taken them.
Kurt never tells him what he wants. They just...do. They just...try. But...but Kurt’s always so pulled together and right now...right now he wants Blaine to-
“Are you....are you sure, Kurt?” he asks, wishing...hoping that he still understands what this is all for.
Kurt nods fervently and considers Blaine’s face before speaking.
“Prove it to me, Blaine,” Kurt says, his voice low, commanding and deep, “Prove to me that you want to write sonnets to my lips, my mouth. Prove to me how much you want it all the time.”
Kurt gasps as Blaine rushes to thrust his tongue into his mouth, claiming, owning, before climbing up and settling his ass on Kurt’s clavicles, his heavy cock resting against Kurt’s chin, as he gently cradles Kurt’s cheek and brushes his fingertips over Kurt’s lips.
Kurt stares at Blaine’s eyes, dark from these revelations, irises whittled to slivers of amber as his gaze lingers on Kurt’s lips.
“Of course I want to fuck your mouth, Kurt,” he breathes, his hips bucking minutely at the sound of Kurt’s encouraging whine. “Who wouldn’t with lips this red and a tongue I could suck on all day? Who could resist the way you...” Blaine pauses, willing himself to be as truthful as Kurt had been. “...suck cock so perfectly. And you’re going to take it for me, aren’t you, beautiful? But I don’t need proof, Kurt...no, no. I know how perfect you are at this. And you’re mine...so mine.”
Kurt moans and claws the headboard, wishing for the use of his hands. He wants to yank Blaine’s hips forward and take him all at once but Blaine has other plans. He’s slowly pushing his cock forward, barely brushing Kurt’s lips.
“Please...let me...prove how much you want it...Blaine...” Kurt whines against Blaine’s cock, his tongue deliberately snaking out to lick the barest centimeter of skin as Blaine gasps and pushes forward, past Kurt’s teeth and into his throat, giving him no time to wonder if it could or would work.
Kurt’s neck muscles scream and his jaw starts to disobey him but he wills his mind to focus, swallowing against Blaine before he pulls out of his mouth with a groan. Kurt gasps for breath and licks his lips as Blaine slides forward again, burying himself deep in Kurt’s throat as his thighs tighten and clench within Kurt’s vision. Kurt focuses on his tongue and the drag it makes against Blaine’s cock as he fucks his mouth slowly with achingly sweet care. He keeps giving Kurt time to breath, to recover, before plunging back in and wailing his pleasure through the room. He speeds up and Kurt barely has time to register Blaine’s tightening grip in his hair before his throat is filled with Blaine’s come, Blaine’s fingertips roughly massaging his scalp as he shudders against Kurt’s mouth.
Blaine pulls back, groaning, and drops heavily onto the bed next to Kurt. Seeing Blaine spread out, naked, softening cock wet from his mouth, does nothing to curb Kurt’s ache and he battles with his hips to keep them still; his throat to keep his whine at bay. He has so much to say now...so much he wants, he-
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...”
Kurt whimpers, needing to hear the rest...wanting to know what Blaine’s been seeing as he’s coming at night.
“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...
“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.
Author: Stut_ter (this part)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Blaine wants to worship Kurt; Kurt wants to let him.
Warnings: Bondage, symbolic gag, body worship, facefucking, barebacking
Word Count: ~3300 this part
AN: This is written for this prompt at the kink meme.
“Yes,” Blaine whispers, his lips dragging across Kurt’s as his fingers pull free from Kurt’s tangled hair and he forces himself back to the moment; making himself to focus on his intended plan here. This is far from over; he wants Kurt to really understand...to feel what Blaine feels and hear his heart as it beats out Kurt’s name. “You’re starting to see, aren’t you, Kurt?”
Kurt’s chest expands and rises, his body momentarily betraying him as he searches for an answer.
“Yes, I think-”
But Blaine is there, his mouth commanding over Kurt’s lips, his tongue pressing urgently against Kurt’s and he’s swallowing Kurt’s resolve; consuming the lingering doubts Kurt has fostered for so long about his body. His voice. His ability to be sensual and attractive.
Blaine is hovering above him, his muscles taut and shaking, not allowing Kurt even the barest hint of friction. Kurt’s cock lies heavy against his stomach once again while Blaine’s remains rigid and untouched.
“Well then,” Blaine whispers, his voice dipping lower and sliding along Kurt’s skin, setting fires in its wake. “It seems I have more work to do if you need to think about it. Let me tell you then, Kurt, what I think about when I see you. Just you, anywhere. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing...it’s what I see.”
Kurt moans, aching with the need to rut and pull, his fingers tugging their bindings without any real force. He’s starting to want, no , need to hear what Blaine is going to say...what he’ll make Kurt say; he silently begs Blaine to do this. To make Kurt talk. It’s like a switch has been flipped inside his mind and he knows, truly knows that this is something that will make him stronger - make them stronger. He groans with the knowledge that his body wants this like breathing.
Blaine perks up, pulling free from Kurt’s mouth, his space, and notices Kurt’s flushed cheeks, his bottom lip tangled in his teeth and circles for the kill.
“Do you know what it’s like for me during class, Kurt? Have you ever noticed that you take your tongue,” Blaine gently, softly presses his fingers to Kurt’s lips, urging them open, his tongue feeling hot and altogether too still in his mouth as Blaine traces the tip with his finger, “and you lick your lips - lips I fucking love, Kurt, and you trace them over and over. All I can think about is where your tongue’s been and how much you tease me with it-”
Kurt whines at his touch, his words, and he tells himself not to move, wills his hips to keep still, to hear what Blaine is saying.
“-how you look with my cock in your mouth and how just one swipe of your tongue makes me lose it.”
Kurt moans and Blaine’s eyebrows arch in understanding.
“Kurt...” he growls, knowing full well the effect on his boyfriend will be instantaneous. Kurt pants, desperately trying to steady himself. “...is there something you’d like to tell me?”
And Blaine almost comes right then, when Kurt whimpers and pulls at his restraints, turning his head and muttering something quietly into the pillow.
“What was that, Kurt?” Blaine purrs and reaches between them to run his fingertips over Kurt’s reddened cock, trailing his nails over the shiny skin and drawing them lower. He shivers and squirms as Blaine’s fingers come to rest at the puckered skin below, dragging lightly there. Kurt swears under his breath, making Blaine sit up and push both hands into the mattress next to Kurt’s head.
“Everything you do has me on edge, Kurt...I want to know what came out of that mouth of yours a moment ago...what do you need, baby?”
Kurt bites his lip, chin trembling as he speaks. “Ma-Make...me,” he breathes, wanting nothing more than to be forced into admitting his darkest desires. He wants to tell Blaine the thoughts that make him come, biting his fist to stifle his moans as blood burns through his ears at night.
Blaine’s eyes widen and his cock aches at Kurt’s words...Fuck, fuck, FUCK he will make Kurt talk...although his own cock is making him feel like he’ll burst if he doesn’t...
“I’ll leave you here, Kurt. Just like this. I will...you’re so sexy tied up and laid out here that no one would ever mind...I need to take care of this anyway so-”
“I think of-” Kurt starts, his eyes marking Blaine, holding him to where he’s tarted to stand. He couldn’t leave him here...not like this...Kurt needs too much, he wants too much, he-
“-I think about you fucking my mouth. Right now that’s what I’m...that’s what I want. I think of it in class, too. You straddling my shoulders while I...” Kurt trails off, his cheeks crimson, cock leaking trails onto his stomach, hips rolling minutely as his mind retraces months of fantasies, finding real life to be so much better. Blaine stares, transfixed by the direction this experience has taken them.
Kurt never tells him what he wants. They just...do. They just...try. But...but Kurt’s always so pulled together and right now...right now he wants Blaine to-
“Are you....are you sure, Kurt?” he asks, wishing...hoping that he still understands what this is all for.
Kurt nods fervently and considers Blaine’s face before speaking.
“Prove it to me, Blaine,” Kurt says, his voice low, commanding and deep, “Prove to me that you want to write sonnets to my lips, my mouth. Prove to me how much you want it all the time.”
Kurt gasps as Blaine rushes to thrust his tongue into his mouth, claiming, owning, before climbing up and settling his ass on Kurt’s clavicles, his heavy cock resting against Kurt’s chin, as he gently cradles Kurt’s cheek and brushes his fingertips over Kurt’s lips.
Kurt stares at Blaine’s eyes, dark from these revelations, irises whittled to slivers of amber as his gaze lingers on Kurt’s lips.
“Of course I want to fuck your mouth, Kurt,” he breathes, his hips bucking minutely at the sound of Kurt’s encouraging whine. “Who wouldn’t with lips this red and a tongue I could suck on all day? Who could resist the way you...” Blaine pauses, willing himself to be as truthful as Kurt had been. “...suck cock so perfectly. And you’re going to take it for me, aren’t you, beautiful? But I don’t need proof, Kurt...no, no. I know how perfect you are at this. And you’re mine...so mine.”
Kurt moans and claws the headboard, wishing for the use of his hands. He wants to yank Blaine’s hips forward and take him all at once but Blaine has other plans. He’s slowly pushing his cock forward, barely brushing Kurt’s lips.
“Please...let me...prove how much you want it...Blaine...” Kurt whines against Blaine’s cock, his tongue deliberately snaking out to lick the barest centimeter of skin as Blaine gasps and pushes forward, past Kurt’s teeth and into his throat, giving him no time to wonder if it could or would work.
Kurt’s neck muscles scream and his jaw starts to disobey him but he wills his mind to focus, swallowing against Blaine before he pulls out of his mouth with a groan. Kurt gasps for breath and licks his lips as Blaine slides forward again, burying himself deep in Kurt’s throat as his thighs tighten and clench within Kurt’s vision. Kurt focuses on his tongue and the drag it makes against Blaine’s cock as he fucks his mouth slowly with achingly sweet care. He keeps giving Kurt time to breath, to recover, before plunging back in and wailing his pleasure through the room. He speeds up and Kurt barely has time to register Blaine’s tightening grip in his hair before his throat is filled with Blaine’s come, Blaine’s fingertips roughly massaging his scalp as he shudders against Kurt’s mouth.
Blaine pulls back, groaning, and drops heavily onto the bed next to Kurt. Seeing Blaine spread out, naked, softening cock wet from his mouth, does nothing to curb Kurt’s ache and he battles with his hips to keep them still; his throat to keep his whine at bay. He has so much to say now...so much he wants, he-
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...”
Kurt whimpers, needing to hear the rest...wanting to know what Blaine’s been seeing as he’s coming at night.
“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...
“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.