Kurt surprises Tommy by performing at their next concert. Tommy surprises Kurt by going down on one knee...FINALLY.
Kurt waited offstage, hiding the microphone behind his back nonchalantly, because Tommy had a habit of glancing over at him in the wings. So he was leaning against a packing box for the drums, hoping he didn't look suspicious to his Dom. He knew that after 'Fever', and Elliott kissing his boyfriend, Eli would announce a surprise set with a guest, the band would start playing 'Rockstar', and Kurt would run onto the stage after Eli's first verse to surprise Tommy. Kurt had to admit, he was slightly nervous.
Tommy had made it through the set so far, a little lipstick still smeared over his lip and cheek. When he'd usually stop between songs to wipe it off there was a pause, and then Elliott was announcing a surprise guest and - who the hell had they gotten to play for them? He didn't remember any of this being discussed. How drunk had he been? Then <i>There's a girl in the backyard bangin' on her drum....</i> filtered through and Elliott was singing and - "Kurt!" He mouthed the words, smile spreading across his face.
Kurt ran on stage to join on at "ah ah ah I was born to be a rockstar!" before taking over the next verse, "There's a girl in the tree top looking at the stars..." He gave Tommy a wink, singing and working the stage like a pro with Elliott. The crowd was cheering, some people actually recognizing Kurt from 'Struck by Lightning', which had become rather popular since premier. Elliott took the lead, of course, hitting high notes and being sexy, while Kurt mostly backed him up, laughed at the crazy antics of Elliott, and stayed by Tommy's side. The smile never left his face.
Tommy grinned down at his boyfriend and laced their fingers together briefly, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles before the guitar required his attention. Mostly he just stood star struck and watched in awe at the way the two lobbied back and forth, working well as a duo but Kurt's attention coming back to him enough for him to know that he was being sung to. And fuck if that wasn't the most amazing thing ever. He even tried to join in when the song got repetitive, singing loud enough for Kurt to actually hear him trying on his mic.
Kurt giggled at Tommy's singing, since he rarely got to hear it. They finished the song, and the band immediately went into 'I Believe in a Thing Called Love'. He embraced the song, and Elliott's sexual dance moves towards him - the two of them grinded in front of the stage, causing the audience to scream even louder. What amazed Kurt was that Tommy knew the complete guitar solo, which just made him even more sexy than Kurt could handle.
Tommy let out a loud wolf whistle of his own that he made sure could be heard by the crowd. Holy hell his boyfriend was hot, and seeing him display it like this in a performance that seemed to be for him? It just cemented the proposal idea he'd carefully been planning for the last three months at least. The two of them belted the words with so much electricity it almost singed the audience and Tommy only upped that by sliding to his knees in front of Kurt as he played.
Kurt smiled down at Tommy, hearing how the crowd loved the energy and performance they were giving. He hoped Tommy was surprised, and this would lead to a sex-filled night at their apartment. He mouthed 'I love you' to Tommy, continuing to dance because Elliott's arm was around his torso, tugging up his shirt. The song reached its end and Elliott grabbed Kurt's hand - they bowed together, and Kurt was beaming.
Tommy watched the two of them with a fond smile, one that'd really only quit with the jealousy after the impromptu threesome, and beckoned Kurt closer after the clapping started to die down some. In full view of everyone he kissed Kurt hard on the mouth, wrapping an arm around his waist and keeping him there for a solid minute before releasing him. "Stay here," he whispered in his ear.
Kurt giggled into Tommy's kiss as thousands of girls cheered on their gay love, and Elliott cheered too. He was about to ask if Tommy liked the surprise, but then the Dom commanded him to stay there, and Kurt raised his eyebrows. He followed the order, though, glancing over at Elliott, who was just smiling at him.
Tommy was so fucking nervous as Elliott started in on the opening notes of the remix of Crazy in Love. He'd had a whole speech planned but he was pretty sure that right now he couldn't remember any of it. He started to sing the first few lines of it as he guided Kurt out to the middle of the stage but instead of continuing the song it trailed off and Tommy dropped down to one knee and waited for Kurt to figure out what was going on.
Kurt laughed in surprise when Tommy started to sing, moving to the middle of the stage as his Dom serenaded him. He couldn't believe Tommy had made the same plan as him to sing at the concert - that conniving Elliott! Kurt didn't think he could smile anymore, or be any happier than at that moment...but then Tommy went down on one knee beside him. The crowd went crazy. And Kurt's heart jumped into his throat as his body went numb. He shook his head slightly, as if denying to himself that this moment was actually happening, but Tommy was holding his hand and smiling up at him.
Tommy was sweaty palmed and the frog in his throat was running rampant, but he forced himself to talk through it. "Kurt Hummel, I suck at words. You know that. But here's the thing... I've loved you for so long I can't remember not loving you. I've wanted you since even before then. The night I met you you got stuck in my head and you're a record playing on repeat ever since. My favorite record. I don't want to spend a single moment of the rest of my life without you making my world a song of its own. Would you..." He gulped, trying to remember how to function enough to function. "Kurt Hummel, would you do me the honor of becoming my husband and claimed sub?"
Kurt blinked down at Tommy, the color gone from his face as the crowd cheered wildly. Someone, probably Elliott, started a chant of 'say yes! say yes!' and Kurt glanced back at the screen to see himself on it. He looked back at Tommy, who was still smiling up at him. Then the tears came, and Kurt dropped his microphone, freeing his hand to clasp over his mouth. He was completely in shock, unable to believe that this was happening, finally happening...and all he could do was nod his head.
Tommy winced for a brief moment at the static whine that shrieked from the dropped microphone but he was soon distracted by pulling a small box from his pocket and popping it open in front of Kurt. Inside was a slim silver band with diamonds placed at intervals, a wide enough band to be comfortable. He fumbled so badly finding Kurt's hand but finally he got the ring to slide down over his ring finger.
Kurt was shaking so hard, he couldn't believe Tommy managed to get the ring - THE RING - on his finger. And oh god, Tommy just proposed, and they just got engaged, and he asked to claim Kurt, and oh god he couldn't breathe. Kurt dropped to his knees, his arms going around Tommy's shoulders, sobbing into the Dom's neck. "I love you...so much..."
Tommy hugged him tight enough he wasn't sure either of them would be able to breathe, kissing his neck and cheeks repeatedly and trying to reassure himself this was real. "I love you too. More than anything. You're the best goddamn thing in this entire universe, baby." The tears were going down his cheeks too and he blinked to force them back.
Kurt returned Tommy's kisses the best he could, but he was sobbing. Then he started laughing, "Did you really just do that?"
Tommy beamed, pulling them both up and twirling them around. "I did! I've been planning it for nearly three months, honestly."
Kurt laughed again, holding onto Tommy. The crowd kept cheering, and Elliott started a new song. "I love you, so much." he kissed Tommy again, then took a step away from him, "You need to play, baby."
Tommy blinked slowly, the concert and roar of the crowd starting to come back to him. "Just a moment." He carefully slipped his spare ear buds into Kurt's ears and placed him on top of the amp, first row seating before he gave one last "I love you" and slipped back to playing.
Kurt smiled, crossing his legs and enjoying the concert as he watched Tommy turn back into a musician in an instant. He wiped his eyes and couldn't stop looking down at the ring on his hand. And then he would look back up at Tommy and smile, then repeat because he'd start crying again.
Tommy didn't remember the rest of the show - maybe he should have? But Kurt's face was burned into his retinas and all he wanted was to have him back in his arms where he could hold him and kiss him and remind him who he belonged to.
Kurt sat on the speaker until the concert was over, then madeout with Tommy in the wings before the Dom had to go back on stage for the encore. He waited patiently until that was done, then jumped back into Tommy's arms, his legs wrapping around the Dom's waist, arms around his shoulders.
Tommy pressed him back up against the wall, absolutely devouring his mouth and grabbing his ass to lift him up even higher. "Mine. My fiance, my sub, my Kurt," he said softly, punctuating each word with a slightly harder nip against his skin.
Kurt moaned, still smiling, fingers tugging at Tommy's hair, "Oh my god...call me your fiance again..."
Tommy grinned, cheesing hard against his mouth as he ground against him. "My fiance. My husband to be. Future Mr. Hummel-Radcliffe."
Kurt giggled again, "Are we hyphenating our names?!"
Tommy kissed him lightly. "Would you want to take my name, Mr. Traditional?"
Kurt nuzzled his nose against Tommy's. "Whatever you want, Master."
Tommy hummed, kissing him again. "Want you to keep your identity, but still be mine."
Kurt laced their hands together, since his ass was now sitting on the rod for cable ties, "I'll never lose my identity, and I'm yours forever."
Tommy smirked and lifted him up, carrying them over to the plush chair and plopping down with Kurt in his lap. "Ring kinda solidifies that, doesn't it?"
Kurt cozied up in Tommy's lap, his legs on either side of the Dom's, "The ring solidifies everything...I...I still can't believe it happened."
Tommy sighed happily, getting used to the weight. "Neither can I. Genuinely a dream come true."
Kurt smiled, "Really?"
Tommy raised an eyebrow. "Babe, you don't wanna know how many hours I've spent planning this. Definitely."
Kurt leaned down and kissed his Dom slowly, sweetly, as romantically as possible, then pulled back ever so barely to whisper, "I love you."
Tommy hummed, head tilting back. "I love you too. So, so much." Then he tugged him back in, deepening the kiss but keeping it emotional.
Kurt was the happiest he had ever been in his life. Ever dream of his was coming true. He was engaged to the Dom of his dreams, who loved him completely, and honestly - he was glad that everything else, even the bad things, had happened in his life, because it led him down this path to Tommy's arms. And it was worth it.
Tommy tilted his chin up and stole one last kiss that showed Kurt even the things that Tommy couldn't say out loud, curling tight around his body. This, this was being happy. This was what he'd known they could be since the night so, so long ago in a dimly lit club.
Tommy kisses Elliott on stage during a show. Kurt gets jealous and drunk, which leads to a threesome.
Tommy: leaned back in his chair, beer sliding down his throat as soon as they got backstage and he could relax. Kurt would be back here any moment and he already had another drink for him waiting on the side table. He pressed the edge to the other guys's glasses in a heady cheer tapping Elliott's twice in acknowledgement of the momentous occasion they'd just managed to pull off.
Kurt came into the room, carrying in the case of beer a groupie had handed him, stumbling under the weight. "Help? A little help?"
Tommy went to get up but Elliott got there first, lifting the case easily and carrying it over to the table in the middle of the room. "You're a lifesaver, Hummel," Elliott teased, offering a quick kiss on the cheek.
Kurt glared at Elliott, wiping his cheek, "Your groupies need to know that I'm not a band lackie, and also - you keep your whore lips off of my cheek and off my boyfriend."
Elliott burst out laughing, patting at his cheek. "No groupies when I've got boyfriends in the audience who're far better, and your boyfriend kissed back with more than enough enthusiasm, but nice try sweetcheeks. Want a beer?"
Kurt crossed over to sit next to Tommy, crossing his arms. "I don't even know what that means, but I am NOT a lackie. And as for kissing my boyfriend, and him kissing back," he glared at Tommy, "You are both in trouble."
Elliott blinked, tilting his head. "It means I've got two boyfriends, of my own, in the audience who are better than groupies? Mind out of the negative headspace Kurt." Tommy winced but Elliott shrugged it off and downed another beer. "You're just jealous he got my kisses first."
Kurt laughed, "Oh, as if he and I haven't been making out for months. Daily. You bitch." He grabbed the beer and opened it, chugging and pushing Tommy away from him when the Dom tried to get him to stop.
Elliott chuckled even more, shrugging. "Again, not what I meant. You wanted to kiss me before you ever met him." He leaned back in his chair as Tommy tried for the beer again, not hearing him hissing a low order and focusing on the slick of the alvohol down his throat.
Kurt glared at Tommy, hissing back "order me again right now and you'll never get sex until next year." Then he turned back to Elliott, "What in the world makes you think I wanted to kiss you?"
Elliott hummed, a slow smile stretching across his face. "Do you remember certain pictures of that lovely ass you sent me? Near the end of Kai and I's relationship?" Tommy had stopped trying to come between the two, sighing in defeat.
Kurt blushed, then smiled mischievously at Elliott. "Oh yeah, I remember. So...you wanted to do more than kiss me, right?"
Elliott shrugged, matching him look for look. "Did I ever deny it? I told Tommy he should go for a threesome, but he never listens to me."
Kurt opened another drink, throwing it back, then tossing the empty can at Elliott. "Beer is disgusting. But...your sexiness aside, not okay to kiss my boyfriend on stage. because then people will think you're together and that he's not mine."
Elliott raised one perfect eyebrow, crushing the empty can and tossing it towards the trash pile. "It does the trick. Pretty sure noone thinks we're together since I regularly make out with Noah and Shea at shows but point taken. Ask next time." He tried for innocent, quirking his lip.
Kurt glared, "Ask next time? Ask what?"
Elliott took another swallow. "Ask to make out with him. Or you. One of the two."
Kurt smirked, glancing at Tommy, he innocently asked, "Did you enjoy kissing Elliott on stage?"
Elliott winced hard. "Uh, am I supposed to say no?" Tommy said between swallows. "Because I thought we had a no lying clause."
Kurt raised his eyebrow, "Oh, is that so?" He stood up and moved over to Elliott, straddling the Dom's lap. "Because I have a no 'making out with someone who is not my boyfriend unless he gets to make out with the same guy' clause."
Elliott perked up, shrugging at a suddenly glaring Tommy. "He does have a point, man, it's only fair..." One arm went around Kurt's back and he raised his face in an obvious question as to whether he was going to do it or not.
Kurt bit his lip seductively as he looked down at Elliott, still adorned in his heavy stage makeup. "You look sexy in leather and lace." Then he lowered his lips to meet Elliott's.
Elliott was about the agree with the statement but oh shit, he'd imagined this for over a year now and since Tommy was going to punch him in .5 seconds, leaning in and kissing Kurt back just as hard was worth every second.
Kurt moaned, biting Elliott's lower lip and getting far too into the kiss, turning it quickly into a makeout session, grinding down against the Dom's lap.
Elliott would probably have let it go even further since his SO's were a lot more laid back, but then there was a Tommy jerking them apart and slamming Kurt into a kiss and dammit, he was pretty sure his shot was over now.
Kurt yelped as he was pulled off of Elliott and tossed onto the couch like a sack of potatoes, and then Tommy was on top of him with lips and hands and amazingness. He moaned louder, and wrapped his legs around Tommy's hips.
Tommy pushed him down against the couch, devouring his mouth. "Mine," he whispered harshly, tugging him even tighter together and rolling until he was laying fully on top of his boyfriend.
Kurt giggled into Tommy's mouth, wiggling away from the Dom. "If I'm yours, then how come you're not mine? Kissing other boys..."
Tommy grinned, keeping an arm laced around him the best that he could. "Of course I'm yours. We kinda just hit even on the kissing other boys... Solely for the stage show, 'm sorry for not asking baby."
Kurt faked a glare, "Nope...still mad at you. Wanna kiss Elliott as payback."
Tommy dove back in at the words, kissing him fierce enough that there was no way Kurt could think about anything or anyone else.
Kurt laughed even more, wrapping his limbs around Tommy and moaning when the Dom moved down to leave a possessive hickey on his throat.
Tommy could hear most of the room already filing away, but he was too focused on making sure anyone who so much as looked Kurt's way knew to look the fuck away.
Kurt tugged his hands through Tommy's gelled hair, then whispered, "Should we invite Elliott to join us? Cause he's watching and his eyes have glazed over."
Tommy smirked, pulling back enough to meet his eyes after biting at his lip. "...You know there's very little I'll ever say no to, love, but since I can't tell if you're joking or not..."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Do you want me to be joking...or not?"
Tommy opened his mouth and closed it again hard. "...Is this question designed to get me in trouble?"
Kurt shook his head, "No."
Tommy blinked, biting his lip. "Then I don't want you to be joking? But that could be a very, very bad idea."
Kurt cocked his head to the side, smiling, "Think I could fit you and Elliott inside me at the same time?"
Tommy whimpered, eyes glazing over. "Know I'd kill to try."
Kurt giggled, "Well then you should ask him to help you try."
Tommy blinked up at Elliott, tilting his head a little and motioning him over, pointing to beside the sofa for Elliott to kneel beside them. "How do we ask nicely Kurt?"
Kurt bit his lip as he glanced between the two Doms, "Please, Master, I want you...and Elliott...to fuck me."
Tommy gave a gratifying smile as Elliott started gaping, already sliding up a little further to watch Kurt. "That's my good boy. Want me to start, sweetheart?"
Kurt nodded at Tommy, but he was looking at Elliott, since the Dom was in a relationship with two other Subs and he wondered if Eli would be okay with this happening.
Tommy ran a hand over his side, Elliott taking a few moments to pull out his phone and rapidly text back and forth before tossing his phone onto the couch. "I'd be downright fuckin' honored, baby boy."
Kurt smiled brightly at Elliott, then crooked his finger at Eli because he wanted to kiss him again.
Tommy: slid backwards, letting Elliott take over as he slid their lips together in a slightly slower movement than he had earlier.
Kurt grabbed at Elliott's hair as he felt Tommy kiss at his stomach.
Tommy brushed kisses over his stomach and thighs and started pushing his shirt up, slowly undressing him as Elliott's lips pressed from Kurt's collar to his neck, then up to kiss him soundly on the mouth.
Kurt liked how different Elliott was from Tommy. He was slightly softer in dominance than Tommy was, and he tasted and smelled different, although right now they both - or all of them - tasted like beer.
Elliott cupped Kurt's cheek in on hand, drawing him in to finally taste him, fully prepared for it this time as their mouths slid together and a sharp gasp slid out of his chest.
Kurt pulled back after a moment, sort of not noticing what Tommy was doing at all, because Elliott had been kissing him. He nuzzled his nose against Eli's, then whispered between them, "Do you really want this? You want me?"
Elliott nodded, sliding a hand around to the back of Kurt's neck and drawing him back in for another quick kiss before answering. "For the past year, at the least. Do you really want this, too?"
Kurt nodded, then whispered, "Yeah...I do" in response to Elliott's question. "I want you both."
Elliott beamed, looking down at Tommy. "Tell us how you want this and we're both yours."
Kurt glanced at Tommy as well, smiling, then touched Elliott's cheek to get the Dom to look at him again. "I want you both inside me, at the same time."
Elliott grinned, leaning in to nip at his lip before shimmying down to kiss Tommy too. Tommy was already stripping Kurt of his clothes, taking his own sweet time and pressing little bites to the skin that was uncovered as he got him out of his pants and lifted him up to get him out of his shirt.
Kurt sat up to help Tommy undress him, reaching for the Dom's shirt once his was removed, tugging it up to reveal Tommy's tight body. "Are you teasing or pleasing?"
Tommy smirked, shameless in his showing off. "Baby you know I only tease for so long." Laying Kurt out carefully over the huge couch he beckoned Elliott over. "Can you kneel over his chest for me? No weight on him. I'm going to open him up and you're going to suck his cock, keep him relaxed for me."
Kurt let out a gasp at Tommy's instructions to Elliott, feeling butterflies in his stomach at the thought of the two Doms pleasuring him, of Tommy stretching him open so he could take both of them...god, his dick was hard already and no one had even touched it yet. Kurt bit his lip, softly moaning out Tommy's name.
Tommy beamed up at Kurt, stroking his submissive's stomach softly. "That's my good boy. We're going to take good care of you kitten." Elliott situated himself over Kurt's stomach as instructed, arse neatly facing Kurt's face as Tommy grabbed the lube that he kept stashed in his guitar case and pressed a finger against the tight opening, willing the muscles to relax enough to let him in.
Kurt let out a high moan was Tommy's digits entered him, knowing how deep and wide he was going to be stretched. Elliott's lips wrapped around his cock and Kurt reached a hand up to grasp around the Dom's own cock which was near his face. "Master...may I suck him off, please?"
Tommy was already thrumming with anticipation, knowing it was going to take all of his control not to just cum on sight. "You may," he murmured, Elliott's eyes lighting up as he slowly worked his mouth down around Kurt, not bothering to take his time since he'd have plenty of time to savor. "Remember your one rule?"
Kurt bit his lip, letting out an "uhmmm..." sound because at that moment, having downed 2 drinks and having two Doms touching him, no he didn't remember his one rule.
Tommy pushed in two fingers, curling them up and pressing down lightly over the spot to make it even harder to think, on purpose. "You don't call anyone else but me Master, Kurt. Do whatever else you want, but that belongs to me."
Kurt groaned, his back arching off of the couch, "Y-yes...Master..." he managed to breathe out. Having permission, he sucked Elliott's cock into his mouth.
Tommy pushed a third finger in at the same time Elliott groaned around Kurt's cock, twisting his fingers up and over the tiny spot again and again to drive his boyfriend insane.
Kurt choked around Elliott's length as his body arched up again, but he recovered by relaxing his throat to deep throat the Dom, letting out a little whine in response to Tommy's work.
Tommy was positive the sight alone was going to murder him and he fought to keep control, leaning in to swipe his tongue around the base when Elliott lifted up, then pulled back to very carefully add a fourth finger.
Kurt jerked when he felt Tommy's mouth at his cock too, then was stretched even more. He pulled back, dropping Elliott's cock from his mouth, but he continued to jerk him. "M-master - " his voice cracked, "you're going to kill me...god...f-fuck..."
Tommy shot him a wicked grin, lips quirked upwards as he tried to twist in a fifth finger after a few minutes of keeping up a steady face. "You usually enjoy it when I do that, don't you? Elliott, c'mere. Gonna turn this into a bed and you're going to lick him open even further for me."
Kurt felt like he was gonna die at Tommy's words, groaning more, a shiver going down his spine. "You are actually going to kill me."
Tommy scooped Kurt up long enough for Elliott to fold the couch out into a makeshift bed, kneeling over him and opening him up for the other Dom. Elliott dove in, tongue curling over his opening and pressing in, taking his own sweet time.
Kurt grabbed at Tommy, nails scraping against his skin when there was no T-shirt for him to grab. "T-tommy...oh my god...p-please..." he didn't know what he was begging for.
Tommy grinned, pulling up to kiss Kurt hard, bending Kurt nearly in two to accomplish it. "Think you're ready for me to try baby? Gonna have to slide in then let him open you up a little more."
Kurt returned Tommy's kiss desperately, "God you have such a dirty mouth, and you're not even cursing." He giggled a little before kissing Tommy again, then nuzzled against his cheek, "Do whatever you want to me, baby, I can take it, I wanna take it."
Tommy tugged at the perfectly put together hair, purposefully ruffling it up. "Yeah? You sure you got this baby?" The concern seeped through the slightly drunken haze and he moved to part Kurt's thighs, kissing his thighs before laying on his back and pulling Kurt up and over him, sinking into him.
Kurt was pliable and moved where Tommy wanted, gasping as he sunk down onto his Dom's cock. It was relatively easy, with how Tommy had opened him up, more than usual, so the burn wasn't there. His palms rested on Tommy's chest for support, "Y-yes....god, I love you."
Tommy could feel Elliott settling over his lower thighs, knowing he would be touching any skin he had at his disposal as Tommy got Kurt used to it. "I love you too sweetheart. So, so much. Thank you." His hips twisted and he let Kurt ride him, hands tight on hips.
Kurt rotated his hips back and forth, feeling his Dom fill him up inside, and then there was a burn as Elliott inserted two digits more into him. He gasped and bent forward, fuller than he had ever been before. His nails dug into Tommy's biceps as he held on. "He's....M-master..."
Tommy nodded along, hands going up to frame Kurt's face and drag him down into a kiss so filthy that every thought that'd gone through his head since they'd begun had to be focused there. "Yeah, baby, I know. Feel okay?"
Kurt gasped into Tommy's mouth, "Y-yes...feels okay...but it's...we've never done - are you sure you're okay with this?"
Tommy kissed him harder, nibbling on his lower lip. "Yes. As long as I'm here, I'm controlling how it goes." The words were difficult to get out, but reassuring him seemed to take the forefront.
Kurt moaned as Tommy bit as his mouth, then gasped again as Elliott pushed in another digit. "He's...he's your friend..."
Tommy wandered to his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over the place. "Yours too. It's okay baby, relax," he whispered, rocking up against him.
Kurt wrapped his hands around Tommy so he could tug as his platinum hair, pressing his forehead against his Dom's. "I am...relaxing...but it's...it's different..."
Tommy smiled up at him, tilting his head. "Baby... d'you wanna stop? We can if..." He groaned, fighting to reign it in. "If you want to."
Kurt shook his head, "No...no, I like it..."
Tommy kissed him through it as Elliott pushed in slowly, trying to kiss away any ache that might be there, any burn.
Kurt couldn't describe the feeling or experience of what was going on. Elliott's hands were on his hips, pushing in, and burning, stretching. He wondered what it felt like for them, to be inside him, sliding against each other. "Master..."
Tommy actually blanked out for a moment, the white hot push of cock against cock and Kurt's ass squeezing around them both and so much sensory overload he wasn't sure he could actually think properly. "Y-Yeah, oh fuck."
Kurt managed a giggle, "Feels good?"
Tommy flushed, nodding hard. "Can't... describe but, it's. So good."
Kurt pushed back against them both, taking them deeper, then moaning, "I can't believe...you're both...inside me...right now."
Tommy hooked his legs tighter around them both, letting Elliott move and sure they were getting enough friction from this. Elliott leaned forward, biting very lightly over a bruise already there. "Neither can I, fuck..." How he'd gone from wishful thinking to pure porn he had no clue but he was grateful.
Kurt laughed at Elliott's response, leaning back into the Dom and moving his hips even more. It felt amazing, to be so full and feel both of them inside him, to have Tommy under him and Elliott pressed up against his back, it was surreal.
Tommy rocked his hips slowly to draw it out, reaching between their bodies to get a good grip on Kurt's cock and twisting his hand up in time. Rhythm was almost impossible but making sure Kurt was completely overwhelmed? That seemed possible.
Kurt groaned and dropped down to Tommy's chest, arching up so the Dom could still jerk him off. He bit at Tommy's chest, practically growling.
Tommy was going insane with the almost feral noises coming from Kurt, arching up hard into him and causing Elliott to cry out as well, nails scratching down the submissive's back.
Kurt was gasping for air as the two Doms thrust into him again and again. "M-master...I'm gonna...f-fuck...it's too good..."
Tommy caught his lips in a silent order, licking into his mouth and claiming his as fully as he could.
Kurt whined into Tommy's mouth, wanting to cum but holding back.
Tommy felt Elliott finally tip over the edge, cum coating Kurt and giving Tommy what he needed to let go too.
Kurt felt Elliott release inside him, and then Tommy released his lips, he begged, "Please...master...please."
Tommy pulled back enough to breathe, eyes locking together as he ordered one small, simple, "Cum".
Kurt met Tommy's eyes, which were intense, demanding. He did as he was told, without even needing to think, he released onto Tommy's chest.
Tommy pressed them tight together, chest to chest, as Elliott draped over his back. His lips were searching, reassuring, making sure that they were still on point.
Kurt started shaking as usual, gripping Tommy to keep himself raised up. "M-master...did you cum?"
Tommy nodded hard, holding him up as best he could. "Fuck, yes. Tried to hold off but I - didn't do so well with you tight around me."
Kurt managed to smile down at him, then leaned in to kiss him, "Was it okay?"
Tommy kissed him back, Elliott toppling over onto his side to give them privacy. "Okay? Baby it was far more than okay. You did fantastic, thank you."
Kurt giggled, "My ass hurts."
Tommy grinned, patting it very gently. "I won't make you walk or sit or do anything for a week, baby."
Kurt smiled, leaning down to kiss him again, "And that's why I love you."
Tommy kissed him back, losing himself in it until someone tried the door and got shooed away. "I love you too. Sorry about pissing you off, baby."
Kurt smiled, "Oh...I wasn't pissed off."
Tommy blinked a little. "...Really?"
Kurt laughed, "Really. I just wanted to makeout with Elliott."
Tommy blushed a bright red, shaking his head in amusement. "You couldn't just ask me babe? Or more fun this way?"
Kurt nuzzled against Tommy's neck, "Didn't you have more fun this way?"
Tommy hummed, stroking his hair. "Much, much more. Fuck, that was the stuff of wet dreams."
Kurt smiled, "So your boyfriend delivers?"
Tommy grinned, almost giddy. "Above and beyond, baby."
Kurt glanced back at Elliott, "And you?"
Elliott leaned in, kissing Kurt's forehead. "So much fucking fun. You're a goddamn rockstar, babe."
Kurt reached a hand to stroke down Elliott's arm, "Speaking of rockstar, we need to talk soon."
Elliott glanced over at a half-asleep Tommy, nodding easily and curling into him sleepily. "Oh? Can I get a hint as to why?"
Kurt looked at Tommy as well, then leaned into Elliott, whispering, "I want to sing on stage with you - to surprise Tommy."
Elliott beamed up at him, nodding quick and quiet. "Consider it done babyboy. We can meet tomorrow at noon? Start rehearsing?"
Kurt smiled, excited, "Yeah, sounds perfect." He leaned in and kissed Eli softly, "Tonight's not gonna make everything weird, is it?"
Elliott kissed him back, grinning. "Nowhere close, promise. Still gonna flirt with you as much as usual. Now I've just got visuals to back it up."
Kurt laughed, then turned away to nuzzle against sleepy Tommy. "We okay to stay here for a while?"
Elliott nodded, yawning and curling up. "We are baby," Tommy murmured, wrapping around him.
Kurt glanced at Tommy, "You're awake...did you hear anything?"
Tommy shook his head, yawning. "Hear what? Heard my pillow. Come sleep."
Kurt smiled and snuggled against his Dom, "Yes, Master. Love you."
Tommy covered them in one of the blankets left in the room, humming. "Love you most. Night kitten."
Tommy speaks to the therapist after Kurt’s session.
(Missing the beginning parts)
Tommy slid his ankle over to hook around Kurt's before even thinking about looking towards the therapist, not sure he could look at him and continue but also not wanting him to think he was ignoring the obvious way he was upset either. "This seems accurate to what he's told me, please continue." It wasn't quite what he'd expected, but he'd known it revolved around a certain ex-boyfriend and having that confirmed both ached and felt a lot like relief to finally have it acknowledged where it could be addressed.
Therapist nodded, looking back at her notes. "Even after meeting you, Mr Ratfliffe, and starting a relationship, Kurt was still limited from spending time with you, from truly freeing himself from that abusive relationship. From the documentation you gave me, it seems that this Mr Wolf made it clear he had no intentions of having a relationship with Kurt again, yet continuously strung him along. I assume from that that Mr Wolf harbored feelings still for Kurt and kept his - if you forgive the statement - kept his hooks in Kurt. And then suddenly, abandoned him completely. Kurt informed me he wrote a letter to Mr Wolf in order to have final closure, and it was never responded to. Unfortunately, that puts Kurt in a situation where he is likely to never get emotional closure."
Tommy winced, playing with the strings on his pants. "While it sounds harsh, I don't believe Mr. Wolf had romantic feelings by the time he left, I think the stringing him along was more so a power trip, a way to still feel in control of the one person who seemed to continuously choose him over everyone else. It showed all the signs of an abusive relationship which, to me, explained how he could act as such with no remorse." He huffed out the breath. "I say this only to give you my perception, not to deny his feelings on the matter, or your treatment, just to be clear. What do you recommend for him since closure is unlikely?"
Therapist smiled at Tommy, "Your opinion is exactly the next level of the situation. Mr Wolf was abusive to Kurt, and unfortunately, Kurt now has to overcome that part of his past.As with any victim of abuse, especially emotional abuse, that person will doubt they are worthwhile. Kurt has admitted to me that he has fears you will abandon him as well, since that is the pattern of relationships he has encountered in his life."
Tommy was almost relieved that the admission didn't shock him, then saddened by the fact that it was so apparent. "I'm aware. While he has only voiced it a handful of times it's apparent in every movement he makes and I doubt even getting on one knee could fix it. But I am willing to work with him to help in any way that I can."
Therapist sat up straighter, then leaned forward towards Kurt, "Kurt, would you mind waiting in the next room so your Dom and I could speak about your recovery process?" Kurt nodded, then stopped to look at Tommy, wanting his permission as well.
Tommy glanced at the therapist in a silent request to turn his head for a moment, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Kurt's lips. "Wait on me, I'll be out soon kitten. Ask them if they have a Diet Coke, or water, something to soothe your nerves." With that his attention was back on the therapist, posture matching.
Therapist turned away to give the couple on her couch a private minute, as Kurt kissed Tommy, touching the Dom's cheek softly, before getting up and leaving the room. She cleared her throat. "I want to say, first, that statements such as 'I doubt even getting on one knee could fix it' are not helpful to Kurt. In fact, just the opposite."
Tommy winced, closing his eyes for a moment. "My apologies. I'm usually careful about how I speak around him, especially given I have said ring, but for a moment I forgot it wasn't just the two of us speaking."
Therapist smiled forgivenly at Tommy. "I understand. What I want to propose to you is that you do just that - propose. Kurt needs commitment. He needs more than just promises that you love him and will stay with him. He's been made promises constantly. The difference you can make to his life is to keep them. To actually believe you won't leave him as others have is to commit to staying with him."
Tommy blinked, nodding slowly and trying to work through the information. "I'd planned to do just that at one of the upcoming shows, but I was worried proposing now would be the wrong move. I didn't want him saying yes just because he was terrified I would leave if he didn't."
Therapist shook her head, "Kurt is emotionally damaged, but he's not scared. He doesn't want to be hurt again, but he doesn't think you will. Mr Ratliffe, Kurt loves you very, very much, and that would be the reason he'd say yes."
Tommy curled another hand tight around his wrist, pretty certain he wouldn't be able to stay still if his life depended on it. "Is it still acceptable to wait? It'd be three weeks from now. He likes grand gestures and... that seemed a rather large one. But I'll do anything to make him a little less anxious."
Therapist nodded, "I'm not saying this is something you need to do tonight. Kurt also needs to talk about what he went through with Mr Wolf, but he can't do that with you. He's willing to speak with me twice a week for an hour until things stabilize more. I don't want to put him on any kind of medication, I don't believe he needs it, but since you are his Dom, it's your decision about him seeing me or being medicated."
Tommy nodded almost immediately. "I trust your judgment. Medication isn't necessary unless you say so, and I'm entirely okay with him seeing you as much as you and he deem necessary. But with his approval I would like to be informed of what you two talk about - no details unless the two of you deem it necessary - just enough to know what to expect."
Therapist smiled at Tommy, "Of course, you would be informed about the topics we discuss and I will keep you updated on his emotional state. Kurt isn't sick, Mr Ratliffe...he's just wounded. I believe that together, we can mend his bruising."
Tommy gave a half smile, tucking his legs under the seat. "I never thought he was sick. Sick is an ugly word for being emotionally ripped up. But wounded... approach even the most wounded animal right and you get positive results. Consider me in. What do I do until I - well until then? To keep him feeling stable?"
Therapist leaned in towards Tommy, "Just be there for him. Understand that he may have times of emotional fragility, where he may cry or be indifferent and quiet. He shouldn't be pushed in those moments, but rather, pulled closer. For example, when he was upset here, the way you hooked your leg over his was sweet, but reaching over to take his hand or pull him to your side would have been more beneficial for him emotionally."
Tommy thought back, nodding again. "I'm usually more cautious about public affection as he can shy away at times, and touching him when he's upset as led to some serious lashing out before, but I'll be sure to keep that in mind and reassure him as much as possible. Especially when he's looking less himself than usual."
Therapist wrote down a note, "I'll speak to him about lashing out at you."
Tommy smiled softly. "Sorry, I'm being - I'm not attempting to be argumentative. Thank you. Do you want to call him back in or was there anything else we need to talk about?"
Therapist smiled at Tommy, "No, you're not argumentative at all. We're working together to help Kurt. At this time, you may take Kurt home, but please make an appointment with my receptionist for when I can see Kurt again."
Tommy offered his hand to the therapist, already trying to figure out when the past time to schedule it would be and finally coming up with a date. "Consider it done ma'am."
Therapist shook his hand as she stood, "I look forward to seeing you again, Mr Ratliffe."
Tommy wound throgh the door easily, reaching for Kurt automatically the second he saw him.
Kurt spun around in Tommy's arms, surprised by the sudden appearance of his Dom. "What?"
Tommy hummed, tugging him into a sweet kiss. "Time to go home baby. You ready?"
Kurt nodded, feeling emotionally drained and sleepy, "Yes, Master. Could I have a nap when we get home?"
Tommy wrapped a little tighter around him. "Of course. We'll hide there for tonight at least, I promise you."
Tommy sat down on the couch with a small sigh, getting comfortable there before broaching the topic that had been on his mind. "Kurt? Can we talk?" Tommy tilted his head over towards his boyfriend, giving him a small little smile.
Kurt put down the magazine he was reading, turning on the couch to face Tommy and putting his feet in the Dom's lap, "Yeah, what's up?"
Tommy started rubbing his calves almost instantly, knowing after a long day that was usually appreciated and they'd both had a lot of those lately. "I... had a... something I wanted to suggest."
Kurt practically purred as Tommy rubbed his legs, nodding, "Suggest away."
Tommy smirked, grateful to have him where he wanted him before going back on topic. "Therapy. I know, I've mentioned it before, but I think it's a good idea Kurt."
Kurt opened his eyes, a serious expression on Tommy. He hadn't been expecting that. "Therapy? Why? I...I thought we were fine."
Tommy shook his head, leaning in to kiss his fingertips. "Not for us. We're okay, I promise. For you."
Kurt 's brow furrowed, "What's wrong with me?"
Tommy massaged even more, trying to work the knots out. "Nothing's /wrong/ with you. But - what you went through when the Institute closed? That counts as grieving, and it messes with a person."
Kurt scoffed, picking up his magazine again, "I'm not grieving anything."
Tommy raised his eyebrow sharply. "Bullshit. I call complete bullshit."
Kurt looked at Tommy over the top of his magazine, "You think I'm messed up, then?"
Tommy squinted his eyes. "What? Are you seriously calling everyone who goes to therapy messed up? Because that's the kind of attitude that makes people ashamed to go at all."
Kurt bit his lip, taking a moment before replying so that his anger didn't get the best of him. "You said...just now...that grieving messes with a person. And if you think I'm grieving, then you think something is messed up with me."
Tommy shook his head hard. "That is not what I meant. I said it messed with a person, meaning that it can hurt them, settle in their head without them realizing it. I didn't said messed up and I wouldn't have."
Kurt looked back down at his magazine, casually turning a page. "I don't need therapy."
Tommy let his hands fall, biting back frustration. "You can't try? One session for me?"
Kurt let out a frustrated sigh, "Can't you just let the past stay in the past? Why do I have to talk about it?"
Tommy grabbed for his beer, popping it open. "So it doesn't pop back up again."
Kurt eyed Tommy, responding, "It won't. I don't plan to ever mention - " he bit back the urge to say 'him', instead finishing with, "...any of it, again."
Tommy "...Who you mention isn't the problem. The problem comes with anything left behind from said people."
Kurt "...nothing is left behind. Everything is gone."
Tommy blinked. "I thought that about a lot of people that exited my life."
Kurt turned another page in his magazine, "The answer is no."
Tommy bit his lip. "Then I'll turn it into an order."
Kurt looked at Tommy, hurt in his eyes. "Don't."
Tommy curled in on himself slowly. "Kurt. I - please. One session."
Kurt kept his gaze on Tommy, then finally looked away, "Fine."
Tommy smiled softly, rubbing circles into his ankle. "Thank you. I'll stay home if you'd feel more comfortable that way."
Kurt peeked back at Tommy, "I'm not going without you."
Tommy nodded. "Then I'll go, as long as you're most comfortable that way."
Kurt sighed, "I won't be comfortable any way."
Tommy leaned in, attempting to draw Kurt closer. "I'm sorry. One session. Just one, unless you decide you want more."
Kurt looked back away from Tommy, obviously pulling back into himself as well. "One session."
Tommy shrunk back, face falling. "Fine."
Kurt removed his feet from Tommy's lap and stood up, tossing his magazine on the table. "I'm gonna go take a shower."
Tommy shrugged, already reworking the wall that came up when they argued. "Fine by me. I'll make a few calls then head to the music room."
Kurt felt the metallic taste of dread and heartbreak in his mouth, the empty feeling in his stomach as he headed for the bedroom.
Tommy sunk back into the couch, head splitting and phone already pulled out to shoot Elliott a text.
Kurt closed the bathroom door and started the shower, then finally let himself start to cry, whimpering back his sobs - he didn't need Tommy to hear him and feel sorry for him. He just needed to cry.
Tommy slipped into the music room not long after, sinking to the floor with his acoustic and trying to work out something new, pouring himself out into the chords like he always did.
Kurt finished his shower, and even though they hadn't eaten dinner, he climbed into bed and curled up with the comforter.
Tommy was in an hour or so later, quiet as he curled up beside Kurt, watching him for a few moments and heart aching.
Kurt was already asleep, hugging the comforter to him on his side of the bed, eyes puffy from crying and hair still wet, skin unmoisturized.
Tommy brushed a thumb under Kurt's eyes, biting his lip. This wouldn't do, Kurt would be mortified if he woke up the next morning like this. "Kurt?"
Kurt gave a little intake of breathe as he woke up, "Hmm?"
Tommy took a chance, curling Kurt into his arms. "Hair dryer, moisturizer, and food."
Kurt put his arms around Tommy, "Sleepy."
Tommy chuckled. "Let me do it for you?"
Kurt gave a little mewl, then said, "ok."
Kurt sat patiently in a chair while Tommy blowdried his hair, putting on a layer of moisturizers - Tommy handed him the bottles from the counter, of course.
Tommy had ordered them salads, easy to eat in bed, and was doing what he could to make up for shutting him out earlier.
Kurt managed to eat more than half his salad, then moved to the side and snuggled back into bed with soft skin, dry hair, and full belly. "Thank you, Master," he whispered.
Tommy stroked his hair back, watching him quietly. "You're welcome kitten. I love you. I do."
Kurt smiled a little, "I love you too."
Tommy wrapped tight around him, sleepy now. "Sorry I was... cold."
Kurt shook his head, "you weren't."
Tommy smiled briefly. "Felt like it."
Kurt "...no, I needed the space."
Tommy nodded. "Okay. That's... good."
Kurt moved closer to settle beside Tommy, "Goodnight, Master."
Kurt fills the apartment with roses, which leads to sexy times.
Tommy slid into the apartment earlier than usual, having rushed to text Kurt and knowing tonight was the start of them spending the weekend getting to know each other all over again. The second he entered the hallway the familiar smell of roses flooded his senses and he blinked. It was gorgeous, the whole place was surrounded in it. "Kurt?" He called out, sliding rose petals between his fingers.
Kurt walked out from the kitchen area into the living room, holding two glasses of wine. He smiled at Tommy, offering him one of the drinks, "I'm a bit of a copy-cat, but you deserves flowers, too." He leaned up to kiss his Dom's cheek, then set down his glass to help the man out of his coat. The apartment was brimming with white roses, a few reds here and there - but mostly white, lit by candles and dimmed overheads, and Kurt had even strung up some twinkle lights which weaved up the stairs.
Tommy grinned at his boyfriend, still enough in awe at the set-up that talking hadn't happened just yet. He took the wine, tugging him in a little closer. "Not a copy cat. You switched up the colors on me." It felt like he was being cherished and reminded just how much he was cherished, and it felt... amazing. Like things were clicking back into place. "You made the place look like our own little heaven." The confession was low, like speaking in more than a whisper would break the spell.
Kurt rubbed his nose against Tommy's chin in the affectionate nuzzle that he always did. He loved Tommy's arm around his waist, pulling him closer, and smiled. "I tried...you should see the bedroom though...and there's a bath run - though I made it really hot so we could eat first and then have a warm bath. I made quinoa and omelets. Are you hungry?"
Tommy let the smile take over his face, feeling for the first time in a long time that they really were going to be alright. "So you went even more all out?" His eyes widened and his stomach growled, and okay not intentional but probably perfect timing. "Starving, but what are the chances of getting a kiss first? It's been too long."
Kurt laughed at Tommy's stomach growling - it was a stupid question, the man was always hungry, like a teenage boy. He smiled up at his Dom, blue eyes bright with hope and longing for things between them to be perfect again. "Chances of a kiss are 100%." He let Tommy initiate, running his hands up the man's hair and gripping it softly, letting out a light sigh and returning the kiss.
Tommy rubbed at his flat belly, the breakfast he'd eaten ten hours ago nowhere to be found by the time the last photo shoot had been picked up. "Then prepare to have your world rocked," he half-joked, hands finding slim hips and using the grip to keep him at his side. He could easily do this for hours, Kurt kissed like he was discovering him all over again every time.
Kurt finally pulled back from the kiss, Tommy's stomach making protests too loud to ignore. "Let's have dinner and shut that thing up," he teased, then took Tommy's hand as they walked into the kitchen. The roses and candles were continued in here, and Kurt waited until Tommy had sat down before putting the plate of omelet and quinoa in front of him.
Tommy was blushing, actually blushing at just how loud he'd gotten. "Thank you. Apparently I forget eating needs to happen without you around." Every new inch of the apartment uncovered had him gaping, and he tried to catch very little detail just in case he missed anything. "Kurt... this looks delicious. Really, really delicious."
Kurt sat across from Tommy, unfolding his napkin and putting it in his lap, then helped himself to a bite of food. He followed it with a sip of wine, still smiling softly at his Dom. "I worry sometimes that you eat nothing but junkfood and booze during practices. I should cook breakfast and dinner for you more often - you need it, and me too. We have to break the take-out habit we're in."
Tommy was forever both amused and fond when he saw how proper his boyfriend could be. For someone so headstrong he could be very... delicate. "It's more accurate than I'd care to admit. Elliott cooks for himself, so does Terry, but Ash and I grab Taco Bell or just survive on beer and cheetos? If I'm on a shoot I sometimes snag something from catering. So you suggest we ban it for a while?"
Kurt nodded, chewing a bite of omelet, "Yes, I think we should. You and I do the cooking, and even packing lunches. We'll alternate - whoever does breakfast and lunch doesn't do dinner, and we'll switch every week."
Tommy smiled over at him, just watching. "Sounds good to me. You're going to have to help me learn to cook a little better, though. My repertoire is still grilled cheese, mac n' cheese, and salad every once in a while."
Kurt shook his head, slightly rolling his eyes, "We'll get you some recipes so that you're not completely hopeless. I pray, at least, you are the kind of man who reads instructions and asks directions?"
Tommy tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. "Of course so. To the directions, though possibly to me being completely hopeless as well. Which usually makes it edible, not quite so much on the delicious front."
Kurt giggled, finishing his meal and sipping on the last of the wine before pouring another glass for both of them, "Edible is the necessary, my love."
Tommy was already gulping at it, not wanting to get drunk but needing to ease the tension from work. "Well then you can be my teacher, darling."
Kurt stood up, walking to Tommy with glass in hand, stopping only to kiss the man's forehead, "Follow me?"
Tommy nodded willingly, swallowing down the last of his food quickly. "As you wish."
Kurt led the way into the bathroom, where bubbles and rose petals were atop warm water. The room smelled like citrus and roses, and candles gleamed from almost every surface. There was another bottle of wine cooling on ice. Kurt set down his glass and turned to Tommy, lifting the Dom's shirt off over his head."
Tommy chuckled, not in amusement more out of not knowing how else to react. "Baby, this looks... amazing, actually." It was so easy to allow Kurt to undress him and even easier to press him into a quick kiss.
Kurt couldn't stop smiling, so happy to see his Dom at a loss for words. He nodded towards the tub, starting to remove his own clothes, "Go get in, babe."
Tommy snagged one more kiss before he pulled away, chucking his pants and boxers and crawling in. Once he'd settled in comfortably he offered his hand.
Kurt got in after Tommy, moving between the Dom's legs in the warm water, and resting back against Tommy's chest. His head was a perfect fit to Tommy's collar, and he turned to kiss at the man's neck, "You know I love you, don't you?"
Tommy hummed out his pleasure, his eyes going a softer color than they usually were. "Very much so. You show me even on the days you don't feel like saying it," he murmured, arms wrapping low on his stomach to hold him there.
Kurt sighed and relaxed back against Tommy, "I don't feel like I do lately - Thursday we...I pushed your buttons. I shouldn't have done that."
Tommy held him tight, feeling a little like he'd float away if he didn't. "You did... but it wasn't just you. I snapped just as much as you did."
Kurt shook his head a little, his hand reaching up to touch Tommy's, lying on his chest. "I don't want to fight over stupid stuff anymore."
Tommy closed his eyes and tried to focus on the way his fingertips traced his skin. "Neither do I. Just makes the time we get together... wasted."
Kurt smiled softly, twining their fingers together. "Yeah...it does. And I don't want to waste a moment with you."
Tommy hummed, one hand trailing down to his hip. "Neither do I. Come here, kiss me? Miss kissing you all the time."
Kurt twisted so he could kiss his Dom, "You can kiss me all you want tonight, and always."
Tommy carefully lifted him up, settling him so they were facing. "My mind tends to go towards the gutter when you say things like that."
Kurt giggled, settling onto Tommy's lap, slick in the water, "You can kiss me anywhere you want, too."
Tommy took a moment to get a good grip, hands settling on his thighs. "Mmm is that permission or asking me to?"
Kurt nuzzled his nose against Tommy's, before whispering, "Both."
Tommy smirked, feeling powerful. "Indulging sounds perfect, my love..." His hands trailed up, over his thighs and stomach and chest, avoiding all the places Kurt enjoyed most.
Kurt twisted a little, Tommy's touch tickling his skin and making him sensitive. "Bedroom?"
Tommy reached over for the towel, reluctant to move just yet. "In a minute? Water and you feels amazing."
Kurt giggled, "The water and me feel amazing?"
Tommy nodded hard. "Yep! Makes your skin even silkier."
Kurt nuzzled against Tommy again,"That would be thebubbles,my love."
Tommy slipped his hands down to his ass, squeezing lightly. "Very, very nice touch."
Kurt let out a little moan before he could bite it back, "Tease..."
Tommy smirked, nipping at his neck. "Not a tease when I follow through."
Kurt bit his lip, throwing his head back "Then follow through."
Tommy lifted them out of the water, wrapping a towel around them and kissing him harder than intended.
Kurt put his arms around Tommy, letting himself be kissed roughly as he was carried into the bedroom.
Tommy hummed, moving them to the bedroom quickly and pushing Kurt down on the bed. "How d'you want this, baby?"
Kurt smiled up at Tommy, reaching to touch the man's cheek ever so softly."I want you on your back."
Tommy beamed at him, kissing his fingers and moving to lay down beside where he'd laid Kurt.
Kurt got up and straddled himself on Tommy, leaning over to kiss the Dom sweetly, his hands trailing up the man's chest, "Lube?"
Tommy watched him for a moment, just enjoying the way he looked when he led the way. "Think we tossed it on your side earlier.
Kurt reached over and grabbed the bottle, pouring some into his hand and scooting down on the bed so he could jerk off his boyfriend for a while, waiting until Tommy was rock hard and gasping.
Tommy gripped at the sheets, fingers flexing and eyes hot on Kurt as he watched him. "More," he murmured, moving to run his hands over his thighs.
Kurt watched all the signs his Dom was giving off, and the direct command, which was actually vague. "More what, Master? Tell me what you want - order me, I want to obey you."
Tommy smirked up at him, tugging him forward. "Stop touching me. Lean back on my legs, and start opening yourself up. Make sure I can see everything."
Kurt bit his lip, flushing a little pink at the embarrassing situation, but did as he was ordered. He rested back, grabbing more lube and slicking his fingers before sliding two into himself. He let out a little gasp, his eyes shutting and lips parting into a perfect 'o' shape.
Tommy hoped as soon as Kurt was actually obeying him the discomfort went away and it seemed to, his boyfriend's movements sure as he fucked into himself. "Twist up a little," he ordered.
Kurt wasn't sure what his Dom was asking, so he twisted his hips up for a better view and his fingers up to ride along his prostate. He let out a moan, biting his lip.
Tommy grinned as he got the noise he was waiting for, waiting until the moans seemed more consistent before asking. "Add another, Kurt, let me see that you can handle it."
Kurt gave his Dom a frustrated look, which wasn't very effective as his eyes were glazed over with lust. He kept the eye contact as he obeyed, adding a third finger, hissing at the slight burn.
Tommy smirked even wider, leveling his eyes at him. "Take it as slow as you need, pet, want to make sure you feel okay."
Kurt was breathing deeply, but answered, "I can handle it - you know I can."
Tommy tilted his head, fake thoughtfully. "Oh I do, but watching you draw it out is more fun."
Kurt rolled his eyes, scoffing a little, "You ARE a tease, even if you do please later."
Tommy smirked, tugging him up onto his lap. "Well let me speed that up a little."
Kurt removed his fingers, using his clean hand to touch TOmmy's chest and push the Dom back down. "No...wait."
Tommy pouted, but he stayed where he was. "Okay... if you want."
Kurt nodded, moving up and over Tommy again, "I want. Just stay, like this...please, Master."
Tommy let him take charge, nodding along and getting comfortable.
Kurt moved up more, then sunk himself down fully onto Tommy's length, giving a little groan as it filled him completely. His fingers pawed at Tommy's chest, scratching slightly like a kitten.
Tommy shifted up enough that he could touch Kurt, grabbing for his waist, his hips, thighs, /something. "Fuck..." The words were breathed out and he kept still in case Kurt had more planned.
Kurt leaned forward, pulling off and then pressing back down, ever so lightly and slowly, more grinding himself back and forward on Tommy. It was deep and purposeful, and Kurt was so close to his Dom, he only had to whisper the words punctuated by his rotating hips, "I need you to know, tonight, in this moment, that I love you, that I am yours, that no one comes close, no one makes me feel, the way you do, the love you make me feel, the desire I feel for you...I'm yours, Tommy...only yours."
Tommy was pretty sure his heart was in his throat, in the best way, when he realized just what Kurt was trying to accomplish. Things hadn't been this sweet between them in /months/, and it was amazing. "I - " His words failed him and he stumbled to come up with something even close. "I'm yours too. I love you, I'm in love with you, you are - tonight and always - everything to me."
Kurt pursed his lips, feeling close to tears, he leaned down to kiss his Dom, "I love you. You are my Master, you are my Dom, my love, my partner, my protector. This moment right here, no one gets to see this, feel this...but you. No one ever has. This moment, and all the ones like it, and all the moments to come, are yours exclusively."
Tommy slid his hands into his hair, kissing him solidly, like his life depended on it. "I'm - Kurt. Kurt you're /everything/ to me. My boyfriend, my submissive, my soon-fiance, my /world/ and... oh, I cherish it. I-" He shifted his hips, groaning. "I love you."
Kurt smiled against Tommy's lips, especially at the 'soon-fiance' part. God he loved the thought of that - of marrying Tommy, of being claimed by him, of finally having that commitment he needed so badly, to prove once and for all that he was worth something, that someone wanted him, and that he wouldn't be abandoned yet again. "I love you, Master." He allowed Tommy to press up into him, their bodies working together to create pleasure between them.
Tommy could see Kurt zoning out just a little bit, but he assumed it was something positive and kept his hips working, his hands wandering all over and trying to touch every inch of skin that he could. It was slow, and sweet, and absolutely perfect.
Kurt met each of Tommy's thrusts up, getting close to his peak, he fought to catch his breathe, begging, "T-Tommy...god - you feel so good...I want to cum...please, Master..."
Tommy blinked, trying to rewind his words so they registered. "You - count to ten and - and you can." He bit down on his lip and pressed into him even harder, whimpering at Kurt tightening around him.
Kurt groaned at the order, but nodded his head, asking, "Aloud?"
Tommy nodded hard, urging Kurt to hurry for once, too close to hold much longer.
Kurt wondered why Tommy wanted to count like a rocket launch, but began as he rocked back and forth, "One...two...three...f-four...five...six..."
Tommy hummed, kissing over his shoulders and chest, finally moving to his lips as he hit ten and squeezing his hips.
Kurt released between their chests as he was given permission to do, not needing to even touch himself with TOmmy's hands gripping him, and his cock pressing up in that perfect spot that the Dom had mastered. He clung to Tommy's shoulders, his body begin it's normal shaking post-orgasm.
Tommy wasn't far behind, the tightening around his cock too much to handle as he shuddered and came inside Kurt, groaning at how good it felt. "It's incredibly hard not to propose post-sex. Every time," he murmured with an easy smile.
Kurt laughed into Tommy's shoulder, "You are ridiculous, I love you."
Tommy grinned, hugging him even tighter. "I love you too. So, so much."
Kurt sighed, "We're gonna be okay." It wasn't a question.
Tommy sat down on the couch with a small sigh, getting comfortable there before broaching the topic that had been on his mind. "Kurt? Can we talk?" Tommy tilted his head over towards his boyfriend, giving him a small little smile.
Kurt put down the magazine he was reading, turning on the couch to face Tommy and putting his feet in the Dom's lap, "Yeah, what's up?"
Tommy started rubbing his calves almost instantly, knowing after a long day that was usually appreciated and they'd both had a lot of those lately. "I... had a... something I wanted to suggest."
Kurt practically purred as Tommy rubbed his legs, nodding, "Suggest away."
Tommy smirked, grateful to have him where he wanted him before going back on topic. "Therapy. I know, I've mentioned it before, but I think it's a good idea Kurt."
Kurt opened his eyes, a serious expression on Tommy. He hadn't been expecting that. "Therapy? Why? I...I thought we were fine."
Tommy shook his head, leaning in to kiss his fingertips. "Not for us. We're okay, I promise. For you."
Kurt 's brow furrowed, "What's wrong with me?"
Tommy massaged even more, trying to work the knots out. "Nothing's /wrong/ with you. But - what you went through when the Institute closed? That counts as grieving, and it messes with a person."
Kurt scoffed, picking up his magazine again, "I'm not grieving anything."
Tommy raised his eyebrow sharply. "Bullshit. I call complete bullshit."
Kurt looked at Tommy over the top of his magazine, "You think I'm messed up, then?"
Tommy squinted his eyes. "What? Are you seriously calling everyone who goes to therapy messed up? Because that's the kind of attitude that makes people ashamed to go at all."
Kurt bit his lip, taking a moment before replying so that his anger didn't get the best of him. "You said...just now...that grieving messes with a person. And if you think I'm grieving, then you think something is messed up with me."
Tommy shook his head hard. "That is not what I meant. I said it messed with a person, meaning that it can hurt them, settle in their head without them realizing it. I didn't said messed up and I wouldn't have."
Kurt looked back down at his magazine, casually turning a page. "I don't need therapy."
Tommy let his hands fall, biting back frustration. "You can't try? One session for me?"
Kurt let out a frustrated sigh, "Can't you just let the past stay in the past? Why do I have to talk about it?"
Tommy grabbed for his beer, popping it open. "So it doesn't pop back up again."
Kurt eyed Tommy, responding, "It won't. I don't plan to ever mention - " he bit back the urge to say 'him', instead finishing with, "...any of it, again."
Tommy "...Who you mention isn't the problem. The problem comes with anything left behind from said people."
Kurt "...nothing is left behind. Everything is gone."
Tommy blinked. "I thought that about a lot of people that exited my life."
Kurt turned another page in his magazine, "The answer is no."
Tommy bit his lip. "Then I'll turn it into an order."
Kurt looked at Tommy, hurt in his eyes. "Don't."
Tommy curled in on himself slowly. "Kurt. I - please. One session."
Kurt kept his gaze on Tommy, then finally looked away, "Fine."
Tommy smiled softly, rubbing circles into his ankle. "Thank you. I'll stay home if you'd feel more comfortable that way."
Kurt peeked back at Tommy, "I'm not going without you."
Tommy nodded. "Then I'll go, as long as you're most comfortable that way."
Kurt sighed, "I won't be comfortable any way."
Tommy leaned in, attempting to draw Kurt closer. "I'm sorry. One session. Just one, unless you decide you want more."
Kurt looked back away from Tommy, obviously pulling back into himself as well. "One session."
Tommy shrunk back, face falling. "Fine."
Kurt removed his feet from Tommy's lap and stood up, tossing his magazine on the table. "I'm gonna go take a shower."
Tommy shrugged, already reworking the wall that came up when they argued. "Fine by me. I'll make a few calls then head to the music room."
Kurt felt the metallic taste of dread and heartbreak in his mouth, the empty feeling in his stomach as he headed for the bedroom.
Tommy sunk back into the couch, head splitting and phone already pulled out to shoot Elliott a text.
Kurt closed the bathroom door and started the shower, then finally let himself start to cry, whimpering back his sobs - he didn't need Tommy to hear him and feel sorry for him. He just needed to cry.
Tommy slipped into the music room not long after, sinking to the floor with his acoustic and trying to work out something new, pouring himself out into the chords like he always did.
Kurt finished his shower, and even though they hadn't eaten dinner, he climbed into bed and curled up with the comforter.
Tommy was in an hour or so later, quiet as he curled up beside Kurt, watching him for a few moments and heart aching.
Kurt was already asleep, hugging the comforter to him on his side of the bed, eyes puffy from crying and hair still wet, skin unmoisturized.
Tommy brushed a thumb under Kurt's eyes, biting his lip. This wouldn't do, Kurt would be mortified if he woke up the next morning like this. "Kurt?"
Kurt gave a little intake of breathe as he woke up, "Hmm?"
Tommy took a chance, curling Kurt into his arms. "Hair dryer, moisturizer, and food."
Kurt put his arms around Tommy, "Sleepy."
Tommy chuckled. "Let me do it for you?"
Kurt gave a little mewl, then said, "ok."
Kurt sat patiently in a chair while Tommy blowdried his hair, putting on a layer of moisturizers - Tommy handed him the bottles from the counter, of course.
Tommy had ordered them salads, easy to eat in bed, and was doing what he could to make up for shutting him out earlier.
Kurt managed to eat more than half his salad, then moved to the side and snuggled back into bed with soft skin, dry hair, and full belly. "Thank you, Master," he whispered.
Tommy stroked his hair back, watching him quietly. "You're welcome kitten. I love you. I do."
Kurt smiled a little, "I love you too."
Tommy wrapped tight around him, sleepy now. "Sorry I was... cold."
Kurt shook his head, "you weren't."
Tommy smiled briefly. "Felt like it."
Kurt "...no, I needed the space."
Tommy nodded. "Okay. That's... good."
Kurt moved closer to settle beside Tommy, "Goodnight, Master."
Tommy finally made his way to Kurt after work, freezing in the New York weather. It'd been a quiet day text-wise and that was pretty unlike even the busiest version of Kurt so he was just hoping everything was alright with him.
Kurt sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, waiting for Tommy to come home. In front of Tommy's spot at the table was a letter in a sealed envelope.
Tommy finally stumbled inside, waving at Kurt. "Hey babe!" He was already moving in for a kiss when he noticed the letter. "What's that?"
Kurt looked up at Tommy, smiling, "you're in trouble."
Tommy raised his eyebrow. "...What did I do??"
Kurt nodded towards the letter, "read it and find out."
Tommy slipped it out, leaning back in the chair to read it over and almost bursting into laughter. "Whoooops?"
Kurt smiled, knowing that the letter basically stated that if Kurt was going to be part of the production, he would need to be blemish free until filming wrapped and could Tommy please sign the agreement to keep marks off of the submissive.
Tommy tapped at it. "So exactly how long would I have to do this? Because that's a long damn time with the moods you've been in lately, babe."
Kurt raised an eyebrow at his Dom, "The moods I've been in lately?"
Tommy shrugged. "Okay to be fair, this one was me? But you've generally wanted rougher."
Kurt felt a pang of guilt hit him in the gut. He gulped and looked down at the tea in his mug. "Yeah..."
Tommy looked at him curiously. "No worries. I know sometimes that's what you need. We'll just have to be careful not to bruise."
Kurt kept looking down, meekly answering, "But I shouldn't need that...right? I shouldn't need you to hurt me."
Tommy chuckled, not in a mean way. "Why shouldn't you? I went through a year of needing nothing but. Love can't heal everything."
Kurt glanced up at his Dom, "You're not mad at me for it?"
Tommy wrinkled his eyebrows. "Why would I be? At most I'm worried. You getting all that out like this is better than you doing drugs, or drinking, or staying in bed not able to move."
Kurt bit his lip, thinking about the days he spent in bed, and then on the couch. "Sorry."
Tommy leaned across the table to kiss him. "Nope, no sad. You're out of bed and getting marked up - or not marked up but still kissed senseless every day."
Kurt was pulled into a smile, unable to help it with such a sweet, doting man in his life. "You can kiss me senseless every day for the rest of my life."
Tommy grinned back at him. "Oh, you have no idea how much I plan to do that. We'll be the grandparents whose grandkids think they're gross bcause they kiss too much."
Kurt smiled brightly, "We're gonna be grandparents?"
Tommy nodded. "Yeah! I mean, I want our kids to have kids? Though okay, maybe not too soon... We don't wanna be weirdly young grandparents."
Kurt got up and walked over to sit on Tommy's lap, his arms around the Dom's shoulders, "You make me so happy."
Tommy looped his arms around his waist. "You make me happy too, Kurt. Honestly and truly."
Kurt gave his Dom a sweet, slow kiss, rubbing their cheeks together, "I love you."
Tommy tugged him a little closer, always eager to close space. "I love you too. I'm keeping you, yeah?"
Kurt laughed again, nuzzling closer to Tommy, "You'd better keep me. Forever."
Tommy smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Didn't you get the memo? I planned that months ago."
Kurt raised an eyebrow with a smile, "Really? I still don't see a ring on my finger."
Tommy closed his eyes to hide the grin. "Haven't you ever heard of perfect timing?"
Kurt groaned, but smiled, dropping his forehead to Tommy's shoulder. "I hate it when you plot things," he whined.
Tommy tucked him into his side, lighter than he'd been in days. "You love me for it after I follow through."
Kurt grumbled, "Yeah, I know." He perked up for a moment, "Hey, why is my dad sending you wedding catalogs? Does he know something I don't?"
Tommy raised an eyebrow. "He's your Dad, babe. Why don't you ask him?"
Kurt stuck out his lower lip in a pout, "I tried that. All he told me was to keep the magazines for later."
Tommy tugged Kurt into another kiss. "Your Dad's a smart man. Of course he knows something you don't, but - oh frick."
Kurt laughed and nuzzled against Tommy's neck, "I know...I know...you have something big and romantic planned and I just need to wait. But - grrrr."
Tommy carefully lifted them up, letter forgotten on the table. "If you're patient I promise it's forty times better, if that helps any?"
Kurt giggled against Tommy's skin, "Better than roses filling the apartment?"
Tommy gave him an absolutely beaming smile. "Much, much better."
Kurt kissed along Tommy's jawline, "So long as it's not at some kind of sports event."
Tommy hmmmed a little, distracted. "You hate the thing, why would I ever?"
Kurt left little bites along his Dom's jaw, "Just saying, that would get you a 'no' as an answer."
Tommy whined, fingers gripping in his shirt. "I would never, don't worry."
Kurt smiled against Tommy's skin, "I know you wouldn't, my love. You know me too well. I'm sure it will be romantic, and unexpected for me, and I'll completely adore it and love you more in that moment than I have ever thought possible. And of course, I will say yes and promise myself to you forever."
Tommy chuckled at just how much he managed to pinpoint of what Tommy had planned. "While the first bits are completely true, the last half is going to depend on if you truly love it or not. Mmm... marrying you... that's a good thought."
Kurt felt that he couldn't get his body close enough to Tommy's. "You'll be able to see what an amazing event planner I am. Our wedding will be perfect."
Tommy was pretty much glowing at this point as he led them back to the couch and fell back on it. "You can be in charge of as much of it as you want. I just want you there."
Kurt giggled, "Well I'm not gonna plan it all and then not show up. Nor am I going to not marry you."
Tommy smiled happily. "This is why you're the best groom. Knowing doesn't ruin a proposal, does it?"
Kurt shook his head, "No. I've known for a while you were going to propose - but it's either marriage or a claim first, so I don't know which one - and I also do
Kurt: *don't know how or when, or any of the details. Knowing it's going to happen is normal.
Tommy wriggled happily. "Good. I've never done this before, just making sure."
A surprise for my Master - white roses are a gesture of remembrance and reverence, like a sigh of “I’m thinking of you” - they take a dominant place, with red roses articulating the known “I love you”.
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