Blaine shrugged, “I know what some Masters are like,” he admitted, “But I just don’t share the same … views that they do,” he said, “Like, I can’t judge anybody for the way they Dominate but to me - it’s not just about getting off, y’know?” he looked over at Kurt, taking bites of his food between sentences, “Like sure, it’s fun and it’s a rush to have power over somebody but, I feel like real Domination isn’t just barking orders at somebody and forcing them to do what you want,” he thought out loud, “That’s just a quick fix and it’ll be over faster than it started- I prefer building trust, I like to get to know about people,” he smiled over at Kurt, “I’d rather have a slave that trusts me completely and would happily follow my orders because they know that I only want what’s best for them than a slave that’s miserable and hates my guts and feels forced to do everything I tell them,” he shrugged, “Call me a romantic,” he snorted.
“So - to actually answer your question - no, Kurt, I don’t expect you to do anything but share a meal and a conversation with me tonight,” he smiled, at the other, body swaying a little bit in time with the music that played in the background. “Wow,” Blaine said, blinking when Kurt went from revealing nothing to divulging such a personal part of his life to him in almost a single breath, “I’m so sorry about your Mom,” he said softly, listening on to the rest of the story. He nodded and hummed while the other spoke, being able to empathize completely with where Kurt was coming from, if he’d been marked a slave, he didn’t know what he would’ve done.
“Well, if you find a good Master then you’ll still be able to take care of your family if anything should happen, God forbid,” he said, trying to comfort the other, now starting to understand the fire that burned behind the other’s eyes so much better. “My family’s pretty much all Masters,” he offered, “Which can get a little intense at times but-” he shrugged, “-my parents are pretty open minded, my mom more than my dad,” he admitted, tilting his head a little, “Everyone in my family’s in some kind of show business,” he said with a little laugh, “As if all of being Masters wasn’t enough to make family gatherings eventful, we’re all drama queens,” he chuckled, trying to help lighten the mood, He noticed how Kurt was eating like a starved man and was a little surprised but also impressed, “S’the food alright?” he asked gingerly, taking a sip of his drink, “There’s more if you’d like,” he offered sweetly.
Kurt listens intently as Blaine speaks, remaining quiet out of respect -- but also because he was enjoying chowing down on the food. Of course he made sure to make eye contact now and again, with a nod to indicate he was in fact listening. The more Blaine talked, the less tense he could feel his shoulders and back became. This was odd, at least for him, to have a Master so caring? Actually romantic for a change? Even if he was one-hundred percent sure that Blaine was like this with every other slave he’d come into contact with, which did bring up some unknown clench in the pit of his belly that he knew there was no reason for. Blaine wasn’t his. He doubted he’d ever belong to anyone. But at least, he could look back on this moment and know that not every Master had only their sexual desires on the mind.
He finishes his food in record time, giving his fork another clean off with his mouth before setting it down. No need to make a pig of himself, and he did find himself rather content. “The food was delicious, actually,” the porcelain male hums while making himself more comfortable on the pillow and setting his hands in his lap. “I, myself, pride myself at my own cooking and baking, so I can definitely make you something if you ever require it.” His head bobs back and forth, obviously indicating he was offering his services. Something he was suppose to do anyway, but now he could actually do so without feeling pressure and actually wanting to offer it.
"In fact, I’ll clean up. You obviously slaved away over a hot stove, just for me, which I appreciate. But you obviously need to just take a load off.” Kurt pushes himself up from the pillow seat, collecting his empty plate. “Because you, sir Blaine, are suppose to be the one that sits back and relax...because we all know how difficult life is for a Master.” He’s obviously being sarcastic with the last part, but he’s aware he can be that around Blaine. So he might as well take advantage of that.
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