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Text Thread ║ February 2

Kurt: Do you want to talk about lastnight? Blaine: Uhm. Yes. Kurt: Are you okay? Blaine: Are we? Kurt: We’re perfect. Were you worried? Blaine: Yes.

Kurt: Don’t be worried. I should have done more to reassure you. I only punished you because I had to. And between you and I, I’m pretty sure Sebastian did it on purpose, just so you would misbehave. Blaine: He was a dick. Kurt: He always has been. Blaine: Thank you for not holding it against me. Kurt: I’m proud of you. Blaine: Why? Kurt: You stood up for yourself. And for me. For us. Blaine: I was pissed. Kurt: I know. You had a right to be. Blaine: But I thought I let you down. Kurt: No, sweetie. You really didn’t. Blaine: He’s jealous. Kurt: I think he loves you. In his own sick and twisted way. Blaine: He loves Sam. Kurt: He loves the idea of Sam. Someone he can easily shape and bend to his will. But he wanted that to be you. Blaine: I don’t believe that. Kurt: No? Blaine: No. Love looks different. Kurt: It should. Blaine: And it would be creepy as hell. Kurt: I don’t disagree with that. Blaine: Are you worried about Sam? Kurt: Yes. Blaine: Hm. Kurt: Tell me what you’re thinking. Blaine: Do you want to talk to him? Kurt: I was hoping you could. Blaine: Me? Kurt: I think he’d be more willing to trust another sub. Blaine: Do you think Sebastian is abusive? Kurt: I think he can be. I know what he’s done to you. Blaine: Okay. Kurt: I still don’t know what you’re thinking. Blaine: I know Sam is no threat. But. Kurt: But? Blaine: I’m being silly. Kurt: You’re jealous? Blaine: Yes. Kurt: Please don’t be. Blaine: It’s harder said than done. Kurt: Why are you jealous? Blaine: I don’t have a reason. Kurt: Would it make you uncomfortable to talk to him? Blaine: No. I can do that. I can call him right away if you want. Kurt: Thank you. I don’t really know what I’d do if Sebastian is mistreating him, but I can’t ignore it either. Blaine: I know. Just give me a few. Kurt: Thank you. Blaine: Okay. Kurt: Okay? Blaine: I just talked to him. Kurt: And? Blaine: He said Sebastian’s pretty pissed off, but they’re getting along fine. He’s just worried in general. Kurt: Hm. Blaine: Hm? Kurt: It’s not my problem. Blaine: Kurt? Kurt: Yes? Blaine: If you feel like you need to do something, you should. Kurt: I don’t know. Maybe Sam is good with him. Maybe I’m just looking to hurt Sebastian because I hate him. Blaine: Looking to hurt him? Kurt: Maybe hurt is too strong a word. Blaine: But what do you mean? Kurt: Am I being punitive? Looking for reasons? Blaine: I don’t know. I also don’t really know what you meant when you said you wanted to hurt him. Kurt: If I do something…make accusations or report him. Blaine: Oh. Kurt: Yes. Blaine: Talk to Sam. Kurt: Why? Blaine: Because of your instincts. Kurt: I don’t know if I should trust them. Blaine: You’re a Dom. He’s a sub. It’s not that hard. Kurt: Please don’t patronize. Blaine: I don’t patronize. Kurt: I just told you I was conflicted and you tell me it shouldn’t be that hard. Blaine: I din’t say that it shouldn’t be that hard, I’m telling you it isn’t. I have faith in you. Since when is that a crime? Kurt: It’s not. Blaine: Then stop making me feel bad for that just because you’re getting cranky over this again. Kurt: You’re right. Blaine: About what? Kurt: That I’m getting cranky over it. Sebastian tried to put a wedge between us and I’m basically handing him the ammunition. Sam knows if he’s in trouble he can talk to me. You said he’s fine. I’m staying out of it. Blaine: The problem is that I’m just as biased. Kurt: I don’t want someone else’s relationship to come between ours. Blaine: Sam is special, though. I get that. I honestly do. And you should know that things have changed between us. I can support you. Kurt: You’re my priority. Blaine: But you’re mine. Kurt: I know. So let’s just agree to stay out of it unless Sam comes to one of us. Blaine: Will you get it out of your head? Kurt: I have other things to keep me busy. Blaine: Like letting me go back in snuggle mode? Kurt: Number one on my list, actually. Blaine: Thank you. Kurt: You don’t have to thank me. Blaine: I’m glad we didn’t fight. Fighting sounds horrible right now. Kurt: It’s always horrible. Blaine: True. Kurt: I really am proud of you, you know. And I’m sorry you worried. Blaine: Happens sometimes. Kurt: It shouldn’t have to. Sebastian did it on purpose. Blaine: For me or for you, though? Kurt: You. I don’t think he cares enough about me. Blaine: Hm. Kurt: What? Blaine: Okay. Kurt: Okay? Blaine: I don’t like this. I also don’t want to think about it. Kurt: Can I ask what you don’t like? Blaine: Sebastian doing things to get to me. Kurt: I don’t like that either. Blaine: Can we not talk about it, please? Kurt: Sure. What would you rather talk about? Blaine: I don’t know. Kurt: Are you okay? Blaine: Yesterday was intense. Kurt: Too much? Blaine: No. Kurt: Is there a but? Blaine: Maybe. Kurt: Are you going to tell me? Blaine: Just hard to think straight. Kurt: Maybe you should come home. Blaine: I can function. Kurt: I know. But you’d be more comfortable. I think I would, too. Blaine: Maybe. Kurt: Come home. Blaine: Order? Kurt: Yes. Blaine: Okay. Yes, Sir. Kurt: I’ll see you there. I love you. Blaine: Love you too.

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Time: February 1, 2015, evening Location: A bar People: Kurt and Blaine, NPCs: Sam and Sebastian Summary: Kurt and Blaine meet on a double date for the Super Bowl. At first it looks like it’s gonna be a fun night on, but things escalate when Blaine can’t keep his mouth shut Warnings: Smut, punishment, breathplay, subspace, not Sebastian friendly

Kurt:

More than once, Kurt considers calling the whole thing off. He doesn’t hate football, he just doesn’t understand it. And more than that, he doesn’t care. He can think of at least half a dozen better ways to spend a Sunday night. But Blaine’s excited and Kurt’s given him his word. They’ll go out, have a few drinks, eat food with too many calories, socialize, and watch the Superbowl.

And then probably, in all likelihood, they’ll come back to their apartment and have mind blowing sex. That’s more of an actuality than a likelihood, Kurt thinks, trying to decide if he should wear a neckerchief or a scarf. The neckerchief goes better with the outfit, but the scarf is warmer and has less chance of being mistaken for a collar. The scarf it is.

"Blaine?" Kurt calls out, checking his phone for messages and noticing the time. "We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry. And um…we should probably go over the rules one more time before we go."

That’s the part Kurt dislikes the most. At home, when it’s just the two of them, they’re free to do as they please and Blaine has a lot of freedoms most subs will never experience. Out in the real world though, they both have to follow societal rules. It’s a very casual gathering, of course, but the expectations are still there and Kurt doesn’t want anything to spoil the evening or the recent bubble of happiness they’ve been living in.

He sits on the couch and waits for Blaine to come kneel for him. Blaine does and he looks both expectant and nervous, so Kurt smiles reassuringly and leans in to kiss him.

"I love you," he says first, "And I know you remember the rules. But just to be sure. No eye contact with the other Doms. You’ll have to address me as Sir. No…" Kurt trails off and bites his lower lip, thinking. "You can get away with a lot more touching and that if you’re in subspace. But would you enjoy the game? Or the night out? I should have asked you this sooner, I’m sorry I didn’t think of it. Do you want me to…see if we can get you there? Before we go? We might have enough time…"

Blaine:

Blaine leans into the touch at that and he groans, but playfully. “You’re tempting… Really tempting. But I don’t even know what my mom was wearing the last day we were home. I wouldn’t even lift my head if you put me under and then you’d have to watch the ~stupid game alone.” He puts his emphasis on the word stupid because he knows that Kurt is doing this for him and that makes him both giddy and grateful. He’s been excited to go for days and he’s happy. "After?" Blaine asks and his hands run up Kurt’s thigh, squeezing briefly. "No touching, no eye contact, no names. And afterwards you can beam me to whatever place you want." Blaine means it too. Right now he’d probably do everything for Kurt. Try everything. They walk out the building hand in hand, glad that nobody is in the hallway and as soon as they’re out the street Blaine drops his head and falls into step with Kurt right behind him. It’s not hard for him to adapt out there and in a way Blaine has come to like it. In the beginning it was harder. The mixer, for example. That made Blaine feel like they were hiding between something they’re not. By now that has changed. He’s more secure in what he has with Kurt and he wants to show that to the world. When they enter the bar he follows Kurt, knowing that Sebastian and Sam are already there. Blaine’s eyes meet Sam’s and they’re both having a moment where they’re just grinning at each other. Chances are good they both dragged their Doms here without them being too happy about it. Before they sit down Blaine gets them drinks and he’s weirdly proud of himself because he feels a few looks on him and he knows that he’s being the perfect sub. Slipping on his seat next to Kurt, Blaine smiles and presses their legs together under the table. That’s allowed. That’s so allowed.

Kurt:

Kurt’s glad for the reassuring weight of Blaine’s leg pressed against him under the table. Sebastian still makes him uncomfortable, but Sam looks happy and well and that helps ease some of the tension. He lets himself relax against the chair, reaching under the table from time to time to squeeze Blaine’s knee. His sub is being the epitome of a well behaved sub and it makes Kurt proud to be seen with him. If it also makes him a little sad because this isn’t always the Blaine he knows from home…well, Kurt pushes that aside and focuses on the positives. The important part is that Blaine doesn’t seem bothered by the imposition of rules, he just appears happy and comfortable and in the end, that’s all Kurt’s ever cared about. When they have a brief moment alone together - Sam’s getting the drinks this time, and Sebastian excuses himself to use the restroom - Kurt takes the opportunity to cup the back of Blaine’s neck and pull him close enough to kiss. "I love you so much," Kurt murmurs against Blaine’s lips. "And I’m so proud to be with you. I want you to know that. I also want you to know that the whole time you’re watching the ~stupid game, I’ll be thinking of all the things I’m going to do to you when we get home."

Blaine:

Blaine wants nothing more than to straddle Kurt in that very moment, kiss him senseless. Maybe that’s the beer. Or maybe it’s just that his Dom seriously turned on. They aren’t home, though. So Blaine can only kiss back and let his eyes flicker up for one brief second. "Understood, Sir," he whispers and he licks his lips, knowing that they had moment before he settles back in his chair to accept the next round of drinks Sam brings with him. The first part of the game goes smoothly and then during intermission Blaine zones out for a few moments because Katy Perry is there doing her thing and she looks like an angel sent from pop heaven to bless his poor unfortunate soul. But then there’s a commercial block and some interviews and they focus on conversation again. "I have to say," Sebastian starts, playing with a toothpick he’s been fumbling with for a few minutes, "I’m impressed, Kurt. That you managed to tame Blaine like that is surprising." Blaine is tensing and maybe he’s imagining things, but he feels a slight shift in Kurt as well. Sebastian doesn’t seem to notice, because he continues. “He’s beautiful. Mellow.” "With all due respect, Sir," Blaine chimes in and the title tastes sour and bitter and basically like all the bad things. Sebastian doesn’t deserve it. "I appreciate the compliment, but I doubt this is the right time to discuss something like that." "Oh?" Sebastian has this tone in his voice. He’s out for provocation. Sam sits straighter and Blaine regrets asking them to come out. "I just wanted to state the obvious, babe. I know that Sam slips up sometimes, but to get someone like you under control… Someone who violently rebels against every tiny little rule… That takes quite a Dom and I didn’t think that Kurt here would have it in-" "You didn’t think?" Blaine feels the rage that’s been boiling up spill and his head snaps up as he locks eyes with Sebastian and interrupts the Dom. To the Hell with rules. He will not let this sorry excuse for a Dom insult what they have. "The problem isn’t that you didn’t think, but that you simply don’t know anything. Not about me. Not about him. Some might say not even about doing your job as a Dom. So why don’t you lean back and mind your own business?"

Kurt:

Kurt closes his eyes for a brief moment, hoping that when he opens them he’ll be anywhere but here. He’s so conflicted, his stomach is tied up in knots that make him want to throw up. But Kurt can’t. Instead, he squares his shoulders and says, “Blaine.” Just that one word and Kurt has to hope that it’s enough. While his heart swells with fierce love and pride for his sub - who is not only standing up for Kurt, but for himself as well - they’re still in public and that means Blaine’s just broken a handful of rules. If he goes any further, Kurt will have to punish him right then and there. Truthfully, Kurt doesn’t want to punish him at all. But he’ll have to. Once they get home though. Blaine seems to understand and he immediately lowers his head. Kurt thinks he probably would have slipped off the stool and onto his knees if Kurt hadn’t been holding him in place. Kurt can’t look at him right now. Not because he’s angry, but because he’s ~not. And Sebastian, along with any other Doms who might be paying attention now that a sub has been so angrily vocal are expecting Kurt to do something, to prove that he can control his sub. What everyone fails to realize is that Blaine’s not the one who needs to be controlled. It’s Sebastian. Staring the other Dom down across the table, Kurt keeps his face carefully neutral. “Thank you for your input,” he says, although he has a more difficult time keeping the hostility out of his voice. “It was neither asked for, nor was it appropriate. The same goes for your affectionate little nickname. Blaine’s not your sub. He never was, but that’s besides the point. Your flagrant display of arrogance served it’s purpose. You goaded Blaine into breaking the rules, and I have no choice but to punish him for that.” Kurt wants to risk a glance at Blaine, to reassure him that he’s not mad, that he’s still so proud of him, maybe even more so, but he still can’t. That will have to wait until they’re alone. Which will blessedly be soon, because there is no way in hell Kurt’s sticking around now. "But I hope you understand one thing, Sebastian," Kurt spits the name like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. "And that’s the fact I’m a far better Dom than you could ever hope or imagine to be. I have no desire to get into a pissing contest with you about it, but you just proved that to be true. And Blaine? Maybe the reason he never gave you the respect you thought you were entitled to is because you never respected him. I saw that then, and I can see it now." He pauses and bites his tongue hard, because Kurt would really love to point out how Sebastian treats subs like they’re pets or pieces of furniture, how he just disrespected Sam in front of them. But that would be stooping to Sebastian’s level and Kurt refuses to do that. He’ll ask Blaine to check on Sam later and keep an eye on him. But right now, Kurt just wants to leave. "Blaine," he says again and finally turns to look at him. "Let’s go."

Blaine:

Blaine shoots Sam an apologetic look and he feels even worse when he sees how pale the other sub is. Sebastian will have to take care of him tonight and Blaine just hopes that there won’t be any anger involved that he caused. He follows Kurt, his head bowed and not as upright as he usually walks to make a good figure. He’s in trouble and he knows it. They don’t take the subway back home, but a cab. Their driver’s a Dom and Blaine swallows hard as he slips into the backseat, hands folded in his lap. The worst part is that he can’t ask Kurt what he thinks. What he feels. It’s possible that things are okay between them, that Kurt will just punish him for his misstep and then things will go back to normal. But it’s just as possible that Blaine overstepped a line way more crucial and that this has bigger consequences. He just doesn’t know. He doesn’t know and it almost drives him crazy. Blaine gets out of the car fast, quickly gets to the other side of it and opens the door for Kurt. He follows his Dom inside, eyes still trained on the ground, and as soon as the door falls into its lock Blaine sinks to his knees. “I’m so sorry.”

Kurt:

"I know," Kurt says, cupping Blaine’s face and tilting his head back to make him look up. "I am too. Because you know I don’t have any choice but to punish you." He leans over and kisses Blaine, the barest graze of lips. “I’ve been thinking about how to do that all the way home. I want you to go get undressed and wait for me in the bedroom,” Kurt explains, unraveling his scarf and hanging it up on the hook beside the door. "Lay face down on the bed. When I get there I’m going to spank you. Ten strokes, bare hand. You’ll count, but other than that no speaking, no moving." Kurt unbuttons his coat and hangs that up too. "Blaine, look at me," he says and waits until he can see his sub’s eyes. "Before you go, I need you to know how much I love you. And that I’m still proud to be with you. Maybe even more so." Kurt bends and kisses him again, soft and sweet. "And after your punishment? I’ve still got plans to make you fly."

Blaine:

Blaine stands and smiles sadly at Kurt before his eyes fall on the scarf on the hanger. He sighs deeply and drops his head once more before he does as he’s told and makes his way to the bedroom. He’s changed the sheets only this morning, hoping that they’d get home after a couple of beers and maybe even some dancing. The cool sheets would have welcomed them and it would have been up to them to warm them up. No hassle at all. Instead Blaine won’t even find out who won the damn game. He’s ruined their night. He slips out of his clothes and throws him over the chair in the corner before he stretches out on the bed. Ten strokes. That’s not that bad. He could have gotten worse for insulting a Dom in public. When Kurt enters the room Blaine’s head turns around and he wants to apologize again, but leaves it. No talking. He just rests his head back on the pillow, hands clinging to it. He’s ready.

Kurt:

This is almost worse than the time Kurt tried bastinado, he thinks, looking at Blaine’s prone figure. Honestly, he doesn’t even think Blaine deserves the spankings. If anything, it’s Sebastian who deserves to be punished. Still…according to the rules society has set for them, Blaine has earned a punishment. Kurt frowns and kneels between Blaine’s legs. He’s absolutely hates causing his sub pain, so he’s opted for a very general punishment and one that Blaine should be able to take quite well. Kurt closes his eyes, steeling himself, and then brings down a hand, hard over Blaine’s ass cheek. The sound is loud, a crackling echo through the relative silence of their bedroom and Kurt can only distantly hear Blaine counting off the strokes. This isn’t how he’d envisioned the night, but he really has no choice and so, reluctantly, Kurt continues. Somewhere along the way, though, the line blurs and when Kurt’s hand starts to tingle, and he notices the faint red handprint he’s creating, his cock twitches to life. Instead of focusing on the punishment, Kurt starts to think about what he’ll do next.

Blaine:

Blaine takes it. The sting is sharp in the beginning, but soon enough his muscles start to twich from the strokes and the pain turns into something that’s constant, but numb. Which is nice. When he reaches ten, the tension drains from Blaine’s body and he relaxes, sinking into the mattress. He feels better. Because punishment means forgiveness and forgiveness means they’ll move on from this. Hopefully. He turns his head half around, looking at Kurt, but not saying a word. He’s not allowed yet. But he’s hoping he will be. Just to ask if they’re okay. Just to make sure. Blaine licks his lips and rests his head back on the pillow. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He’s not impatient, not anymore. Not when his ass feels hot like this. He knows his place. They’ll get over this.

Kurt:

Now that Kurt’s finished with the punishment, he stretches out beside Blaine, trailing fingertips over the reddened skin of his sub’s ass, up over his lower back, tracing his spine until he reaches Blaine’s shoulders and finally, his face. "I love you," he whispers and leans in for a soft kiss. "You can talk now, but not about what happened. We’ll save that for later. Turn over. And then no moving. If you need to, you can ask me to tie your hands." Kurt kisses Blaine again and pulls away to hurry out of his clothes while Blaine gets comfortable on his back. He tosses lube and a condom on the bed beside him and then joins Blaine. The soft kisses continue but it doesn’t take long for them to turn heated. Kurt stops and rifles through the drawer again and when he turns back around he’s grinning and holding up the cock ring. After another kiss, Kurt fastens it around Blaine’s cock and balls and sits back on his heels to admire the way it looks. “You’re so beautiful. Beautiful and mine.” And then Kurt reaches for the lube, ready to spread Blaine open.

Blaine:

"Wait, wait, wait," Blaine closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, because he’s out of line again and he doesn’t want to be. Still, Kurt has offered. If his Dom offers, he can ask, right? "Please… I want the… Can you tie me up? Please, Sir?" He’s looking down at his cock and how the ring around it shines in the soft light of their nightstand. His ass is still glowing with heat and Blaine groans softly when Kurt really does give him what he wants and ties his hands securely to the bedframe. "Can you…?" Blaine tenses his muscles briefly and he feels the tightness of the cord around his wrists calm him down already. He pulls up his legs and spreads them. "My feet too? Please?" Blaine feels himself grow quiet as he watches Kurt loop more rope through the rings at the side of the bed, around his ankles, his thighs and then back through the rings. He’s barely able to move like this and his breathing deepens while he feels his cock harden. "Yours," he mumbles and he feels his mind submit to Kurt just the way his body submits to the rope. He watches as Kurt lubes his fingers up again, feels his Dom’s finger tease his entrance and his back arches up the entire rest of his body is completely at Kurt’s mercy. "Kiss me. Please. Please, I need you. Need you so much."

Kurt:

Kurt loves the way Blaine looks like this - the intricate knots that bind him, the shimmer of the cock ring, his pupils blown wide - and he thinks he’d give Blaine anything he asks for. At this moment, it’s only a kiss Blaine wants, and as Kurt slips his index finger up inside Blaine’s body, he leans over and obliges willingly. He swallows the soft moans Blaine makes in response to his finger, and slowly adds a second, spreading them and crooking them to brush over Blaine’s prostate. Kurt’s own cock is hard now, rubbing over Blaine’s thigh and making him groan back into Blaine’s mouth. When he thinks Blaine’s spread enough, Kurt reaches in the nightstand again, pulling out a silk scarf in addition to the condom. “Up,” he says, sliding a hand under Blaine’s neck to raise his head and then slipping the scarf around his throat. Kurt unrolls the condom and, after adding more lube, he pushes himself inside, while pulling on the scarf and cutting off Blaine’s air at the same time.

Blaine:

Blaine groans as the scarf tightens around his neck and his first instinct is to touch his neck, but the ropes keep him firmly in place while Kurt starts to build up a rhythm. The steady thrusting feels like the counter part to his heart beat that isspeeding up as he’s running out of air. Kurt has the right angle, hits his prostate every time and Blaine is gasping, wiggling beneath his Dom, but there’s so little room. "Please," Blaine says when Kurt loosens the scarf long enough to let him breathe, "please, no, God, so good…" He knows that he’s babbling and he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but after what happened at the bar, this feels like he’s cracked open and put back together. Kurt puts him back together. Blaine feels feverish, his cock is aching and his muscles trembling as Kurt tightens the scarf again and once again Blaine can’t breathe.

Kurt:

"Yes," Kurt murmurs, unsure what he’s even agreeing to, or maybe he’s just saying words right now, because this is just so good. Blaine feels so good beneath him, around him. Kurt can feel him straining against the ropes, but knows they’ll hold tight. He leans forwards and kisses Blaine, hard and fast, and then pulls back to tighten the scarf again, taking Blaine’s air while he speeds up the motion of his hips. "Fuck, Blaine," Kurt groans, reaching one hand down to twist Blaine’s nipple as he lets the scarf loosen just enough to let Blaine gasp for air before he’s tightening it again. "God, you’re so good. So…perfect." They’re both sweating and the skin slapping sounds are almost obscene. Kurt goes harder and faster, driving himself closer to the edge, alternating between pulling the scarf tight and letting Blaine breathe. "I’m….Blaine," Kurt only has time to gasp before he’s coming, an orgasm that rips through him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He fucks hard and deep into Blaine, spilling inside of the condom and shuddering as he slumps over Blaine. He takes a few minutes to catch his breath, and then pulls slowly out of Blaine, his cock softening while Blaine’s still hard and straining in the cock ring. "I’m not going to take this off," Kurt whispers, holding Blaine’s chin with one hand and forcing his sub to look at him. "You still don’t get to come until I say so." Kurt takes Blaine’s cock in his hand, pumping it slowly, while he leans over and kisses him. He pulls the scarf tighter again and speeds up his strokes. “Tell me when you’re close,”

Blaine:

Looking at Kurt, knowing that his Dom already came… It does things to Blaine. His lungs slowly start to ache and a soreness settles everywhere the ropes rub against his skin. It’s a warm pain. Almost comfortable. Blaine feels his vision dim once more when Kurt loosens the scarf again. It’s a circle. Breathing. Aching. Relief. The hand around his cock only adds to the pleasurable torture and it’s going on for too long already. "Please," Blaine croaks out after only a few minutes. "Let me come."

Kurt:

It’s so tempting to let Blaine come, but Kurt knows he can take more, wants to give him more. “Not yet,” he murmurs, moving his lips to Blaine’s neck, above the reddish line from where the scarf has dug in. He licks and sucks and continues to pump Blaine’s cock. “Not until I tell you to.” He pulls the scarf tight again, and stops stroking, making his way down Blaine’s body and kissing - over his collar bones, taking his time with each peaked nipple, the softness of Blaine’s stomach and the indentation of his bellybutton. His hips, the inside of his thighs. Kurt lets go of the scarf so he can focus on kissing. He kisses behind Blaine’s knees and down his calves. His ankles, above the knots of the ropes binding them to the bed, the heels of his feet and back up again. Settling himself between Blaine’s legs, Kurt looks up at him from beneath his eyelashes as he licks Blaine’s balls, long strokes with the flat of his tongue, before he sucks each one into his mouth gently. He slurps and feels spit run down his chin, but can’t be bothered to wipe it away. Still looking up at Blaine, Kurt lets his tongue follow the big vein on the underside of Blaine’s cock, up to the head. He twirls his tongue around the ridge and dips it into the slit. Opening his mouth and relaxing his jaw, Kurt takes Blaine deep into his mouth, moaning around it to let Blaine feel the vibrations. It’s the best kind of torture and Kurt knows it. He lets Blaine’s cock slip from his mouth with an obscene pop, just long enough to catch his breath. “I know you can do this. Wait a little bit longer. It’ll be so good when I finally let you come.”

Blaine:

Blaine wouldn’t be able to hold back without the cock ring. He knows that. Kurt probably knows it too. But even with the ring around his cock, it’s getting hard. He’s in the sweetest form of pain and he doesn’t even know how to pin it down. The burning in his lungs, the throb of the restraints, the heat that still stings whenever Kurt touches his ass. And yet, it all seems to blend into the background compared to his lower body. His muscles are tense and his thighs are shaking. Kurt’s tongue and his hands are driving him insane. Blaine can’t do this anymore. He wants to beg, but his plea is a wordless and broken sound as he just smacks his lips. They tingle. He needs more air. Blaine can feel how hard his body is fighting on all frontlines. He’s at war with himself and it’s all to please Kurt. Blaine takes pride in that. He’s also too far gone to really become aware of that. His mind settles into this comfortable place that allows him to stand this longer not out of free will, but simply because his Dom asks him to. He can do this. His arms stop to fight against the restraints and even though he’s still heaving, his mouth open to swallow whatever air he can get, he calms down. He sinks into the mattress, his legs fall to the side, held in place only by the ropes. Even his hands relax, only twitch occasionally when his cock gets so close to spilling that Blaine’s eyes widen in an effort to stop himself from coming. Soon even that fight doesn’t feel like a burden anymore. Blaine sinks deeper, deeper, until he’s so deep he feels like he’s flying. He won’t be able to hold himself back anymore, he knows that. He also knows that Kurt still has some control over his body. It’s not much. But it’s all the control that’s left.

Kurt:

Kurt’s able to read Blaine’s body, knows when he gives in and lets himself go. And that’s what Kurt’s been waiting for, what he’s been wanting the whole evening. "That’s it," he murmurs quietly, moving up Blaine’s body to kiss him, hand reaching once more for Blaine’s cock. Kurt quickly frees him from the ring and strokes him once, twice, three times before allowing him to come. "So good for me, baby. Come. Now." And Blaine does, with a wordless cry, eyes unfocused as he arches his back as best he can in the restraints, spilling hot over Kurt’s fist and his trembling stomach. Kurt guides him through it, offering kisses and quiet words while he continues to stroke. Finally, Kurt pulls his hand away, wiping it along his own thigh - he’ll clean up in just a few minutes anyway and his priority is Blaine. He slides the scarf away from Blaine’s neck, careful not to pull along the abrasions. He undoes Blaine’s wrists and ankles, tossing the ropes on the floor for now. After getting a cloth and warm water and cleaning them both up, and putting a salve on Blaine’s neck, Kurt pulls him into his arms, touching and kissing. “I love you,” he whispers, tired and sated, “And I’m so proud of you. Always.”

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Place: New York Time: January 22 Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson Summary: The boys spend a day out to remind each other what they have Warnings: None. It’s short, but it’s fluff.

Kurt:

It does come as a bit of a surprise that Blaine thinks they’ve lost touch with each other. But Kurt pushes his slight disappointment aside and instead focuses on fixing it. Because, like he tells Blaine, maybe he has a point. Maybe they skipped over the “getting to know you” phase too fast. So, he makes plans for the weekend - shopping, ice skating, movies - typical date activities.

And truth be told, Kurt’s really looking forward to it. There’s something about the way Blaine’s smile makes him feel, especially when it’s directed at Kurt. And the way his eyes light up when he’s excited. Kurt wants to see more of that.

He remembers bringing pizza and the time they went out for dumplings. It was sweet and romantic and perfect. And of course there had been more of those moments since, but a lot of them did center around the bedroom, and while that wasn’t a bad thing, maybe it’s time to get back to basics.

Kurt’s buttoning his jacket and twining a scarf around his neck at the door to their apartment. When Blaine steps in front of him, Kurt takes both his hands and kisses the corner of his mouth. “Rules for today,” he says and wants to giggle when Blaine face flickers with worry. “Hand holding and kissing are acceptable. Nothing more. For now. We can renegotiate later, if it comes up. But we’re just dating. And I’ve decided that we’ll go to the movies first. Into The Woods. You can choose the next activity.” He leans in and kisses Blaine again, soft and sweet, “And you can also buy the popcorn.”

Blaine:

Blaine can’t stop smiling on his way to the cinema and he can’t stop leaning in for small and featherlight kisses. A couple of people side eye them. He’s a sub and clearly far from being in subspace and yet he’s kissing and touching whenever he wants in public. Blaine doesn’t care. It’s not like he crosses a line where he would embarrass Kurt and today? Today is about celebrating what they have. The exam season has been hell and Blaine loves Kurt for the fact that he gave him a way out today. He just wants to stop thinking for a while and a movie is the best way to get him there. Well, after certain other activities that involve ropes and gags, but the truth is that Blaine misses Kurt as the man he can laugh with, not just the man he submits to. "Sweet or salty?" Blaine leans into Kurt at the cinema and his mouth waters when he’s looking at the big popcorn maker. He doesn’t even wait for his Dom to answer. "Both. We’ll have both, please." He pays and smiles, laughs briefly and kisses Kurt again, this time struggling to carry two giant popcorn containers. “Have I mentioned I love Into The Woods? Even more than football.” He picks up a piece of popcorn with his mouth since he doesn’t have a hand free and then he locks eyes with Kurt, suddenly very serious. "Thank you for being here with me. And for having enough strength of character not to show me that you take it a bit personal. You care so much and I love you for it. I love you a lot."

Kurt:

This is what it’s all about, Kurt thinks. He watches the movie, but also watches Blaine. Blaine who sings along quietly and rests his head on Kurt’s shoulder and can’t stop smiling. It warms Kurt’s heart and he turns to press a kiss to the top of Blaine’s head. “I love you,” Kurt whispers in the dark theater. After the movie, they go ice skating at Trump Rink in Central Park. Kurt has hoped they’d save this for the end, but Blaine was too excited and it was his choice. His enthusiasm is contagious and Kurt finds himself laughing more than he has in a long time. He hasn’t even realized he’s missed this until Blaine reminded him. Blaine’s faster on his skates, but Kurt’s long legs give him an advantage too, so that he catches Blaine easily and pulls him into a hug, a bit wobbly on his feet, but happy. “Thank you,” Kurt says, looking at Blaine, with his sparkling eyes and cheeks flushed rosy from the cold. “For making sure we didn’t lose this.”

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