It’s been months since Kurt and Blaine have managed to go on a date. 1.6k, NC-17. Vaguely 6x13 reaction fic.
“Are you sure you put enough diapers in?”
“I gave her a new boxful. They can keep any left over at theirs for the future.”
“You fed her before taking her over, right?”
“Yes, Blaine. And I gave Rachel the schedule you printed out. Hopefully she’ll have her down by seven.”
“Does she know about burping her?”
“She came to the parenting classes with us, Blaine. And I’ve written a list.”
“What about bathing her?”
“Also on the list. I took the tub over too so she doesn’t have to do it in the sink.”
“Oh God. What if--”
“Blaine.” Kurt stops at a traffic light and turns to look at his husband. Blaine is bouncing up and down in his seat, fingers tight around his phone as Kurt’s sure he’s resisting the urge to call or text Rachel to make sure everything is okay. “Rachel is Hep’s mother. She knows what she’s doing. Relax.”
Blaine takes a deep breath and reaches for Kurt’s hand across the handbrake. “Okay,” he says quietly. “Where are we going?”
L’Artusi is beautiful, and they’re led to their table by a friendly waiter who introduces himself as Colin and pulls out their chairs for them when they sit down. Blaine gapes at bit at the decor then at Kurt.
“How long ago did you book this place?” he asks.
Kurt smiles, because he may have used just a little bit of name-dropping when booking, but Blaine would disapprove of that. “You know,” he answers, shrugging. “I’ve had this evening planned for a while.”
Blaine grins at him and reaches for his hand over the table. He feels the toe of Blaine’s shoe against his ankle and brushes a thumb over the back of his hand.
The food is delicious, the wine choice extensive, and the service impressive. By the time he’s finished an amazing slice of olive oil cake he’s feeling pleasantly full and buzzed.
Blaine sighs happily and leans back in his chair. “Well, Mr Anderson-Hummel, you certainly know how to pick’em.”
Kurt grins at him. “I sure do,” he agrees. He leans forward and dances his fingers over Blaine’s wrist. “And I may or may not have booked us a room at the Greenwich in Tribeca.”
Blaine’s eyebrows shoot up before he turns his hand over and grazes his fingers inside Kurt’s cuff, eyes dark. “What are we waiting for, then?”
They giggle most of the way to the car (parked safely in a secure lot, as they plan to leave it there overnight), and Kurt grabs a bag from the back. They take a cab to the hotel, both feeling a little too tipsy for public transport, and press their sides together at the reception desk.
“Anderson-Hummel?” Kurt asks, skin on fire through his jacket where Blaine is trailing his hand over his lower back.
They hardly wait until the elevator doors have closed until Blaine is attacking Kurt’s neck, already undoing the top two buttons of his shirt and pushing the fabric out of the way so he can get to his collarbone. Kurt gasps breathlessly, tilting his head back and sliding his hands over Blaine’s shoulders. He’s disappointed to hear the ding signalling their arrival.
The suite is amazing; a huge bed, sitting area and fireplace, minibar, and an amazing view over Tribeca. Of course, Kurt hardly takes any of this in, too focused on tasting as much of Blaine’s skin as possible.
He crowds his husband up against the door, breath catching as he sucks on his ear, his jaw, his lips, nips at his chin. Blaine has barely managed to shrug his jacket off before Kurt’s sinking to his knees in front of him.
He moans around the heavy weight of Blaine’s cock in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the slit, relishing the saltiness of his precome. He pulls off to catch his breath, kissing and licking over Blaine’s cock while he fumbles with pulling his shoes off and pants further down. “Do you know how long it has been?” he mumbles, wrapping a hand around the base of Blaine’s dick and lapping over the head. “Since I last sucked your cock?”
Blaine answers with a groan and shakes his head, sinking a hand into Kurt’s hair.
“Five months, Blaine. Five months, twelve days and thirteen hours.” He sinks his mouth down and starts bobbing enthusiastically, taking Blaine as far as possible--it’s harder now that he’s out of practice. He squeezes Blaine’s ass, fingers trailing down his crack and bringing a hand round to cradle his balls.
“Fuck, Kurt, honey,” Blaine pants, bracing the hand not in Kurt’s hair against the door. “‘M gonna come if you don’t stop.”
Kurt gives another couple of sucks before pulling off and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stands up, still fully clothed, and presses Blaine back into the door, kissing him deeply and sweeping his hands down his bare sides and over his ass.
“Bed?” breathes Blaine against his mouth. Kurt grins and tugs his legs up around his waist, wrapping Blaine’s arms around his neck and hoisting him up, carefully walking him backwards through the room and dropping him down onto the bed. They barely stop kissing the whole time, Kurt following Blaine down and crawling on top of him, only breaking apart to properly undress himself.
They fuck, hard and fast and then slow and deep and then rough and passionate again. Kurt bends Blaine completely in half, calves up by his ears and breaths mingling as they whisper words of affection against each other’s mouths.
He buries his face in Blaine’s neck when he comes, biting down on his shoulder and vision going spotty before his squeezes his eyes shut. He feels Blaine tighten around him and they shudder through their orgasms together.
“Holy crap,” breathes Kurt after they’ve come down, sliding out of Blaine with a grimace and rolling onto his side. “We haven’t fucked like that for months.”
“That’s what a baby will do to you,” answers Blaine, then tenses and bolts upright. “The baby! Shit, Kurt, I was meant to ring Rachel at nine to check how things were going on, I completely forgot--”
“Shh, Blaine, it’s okay,” reassures Kurt, shuffling into a sitting position as Blaine bounces off the bed and starts scrambling through the mess of clothes on the floor for his phone. “No news is good news.”
“Yeah, but--” He sits back down with the phone pressed to his ear, fingers tapping nervously on his bare thigh. Kurt sits up behind him, pressing his back to Blaine’s and taking his hand, bringing it up to his lips and resting it there as they wait for Rachel to pick up.
“Blaine?”
“Rachel, oh my God, I’m so sorry--”
Rachel’s laughter tinkles down the phoneline and Blaine switches it to loudspeaker. “Hey, it’s fine. Are you having fun?”
Kurt can tell Blaine is nervous to hear about Hepburn so he answers for both of them. “Our first date in five months? Of course.”
Rachel laughs again. “It’s nearly midnight, I’m surprised you didn’t just crash as soon as you reached your hotel room. Wait, no I’m not.”
“Rachel.”
“How is she?” Blaine sounds panicky, so Kurt wraps an arm around his waist from behind, pressing a kiss to the skin behind his ear.
“She’s doing fine. Amazingly, even. She was down by 7:15 and I just fed her about half an hour ago as well. Jesse and I are gonna do shifts, though, I need my beauty sleep.”
Blaine laughs, and Kurt swears he can hear him choke up a little too. “Thanks, Rach,” he says, and yep, he’s definitely doing that adorable laugh-cry thing. Kurt smiles against his shoulder and squeezes his hand.
“We’ll see you tomorrow around 11?” Kurt says; they’ve already planned everything to a tee but he finds that he needs the reassurance.
They finish the phone call and Blaine lets out a deep breath, his head dropping onto his chest. “‘M sorry,” he mutters. “I get so paranoid.”
“Hey, hey,” soothes Kurt, lying down again and pulling Blaine down with him to stretch out along his side. “It’s normal. We’re first time parents. Everything is terrifying.”
Blaine’s fingers trace patterns onto his bare chest. “How can you be so relaxed about it, though? You always manage to keep everything planned out and you stay so calm and I just--can’t.”
Kurt laughs a little. “You know I’m not always relaxed,” he admonishes. “Last week, when she wouldn’t stop throwing up? I was terrified.”
“Mm.”
“And, you know, I may appear put together on the outside, but most of the time I’m freaking out, Blaine. What if she eats the wrong thing? What if she swallows something and chokes on it? What if we look away from the stroller for one second and when we look back she’s gone?”
“We would never let those things happen, though.”
“No. Exactly. It’s good to be precautious. It just shows how much we--you--love her.”
Blaine props himself up on his chest and smiles at him. “We’re fathers,” he says, eyes still wet from before. He presses a kiss to Kurt’s pec. “We have a family.” Kiss. “I have a beautiful daughter and an amazing husband.” Kiss. “There aren’t enough words in the English language to explain how happen I’ve been these past five months.”
Kurt smiles sappily and leans his head down to kiss him properly. “Even without all the sex?”
Blaine laughs wetly. “Yes. Even without all the sex.”
6x05 reaction fic. what if the elevator doors hadn't opened? (nc-17, riding, infidelity and brief talk of blainofsky, potential dubcon bc of circumstances) thanks to hunter for looking over it!
They break apart from the kiss like coming upfrom underwater, surfacing into the real world, the heat of the elevator,catching breath, faint singing from the auditorium.
Oh. And a whole rush of emotion.
Kurt breathes, eyes locked on Blaine’s, heartpounding and head spinning, because shit. He’s not over him and he neverwill be.
Blaine’s eyes are dark, heavy, clouded with desire, boring into his own. He can see the fear there, too, but it’s hidden under a layer of lust and wanting and… love.
They’re snapped out of their trance as the JigSue cackles, its creepy little hands waving in the air, eyes bugging at them. “Congratulations, Klaine!” it announces, voice distorted. They tear their eyes off each other and look up at the elevator doors, waiting, waiting, until JigSue cackles once more and the escapes through the panel in the side of the wall. The doors remain closed.
“What the hell…” Kurt mutters, looking after it. “Hey! We kissed! Let us out!” He goes to the door and gives it a good whack just like he’d asked Blaine to stop doing earlier. “Fuck!” he shouts. “I don’t understand why that didn’t…”
He stops, and takes a moment to gather himself. So he’s going to be stuck in this elevator with a bathroom for even longer. Great. And Blaine’s here, and they just kissed like they never had before, and they’re both seeing other people and not ready to be back together yet but--
Behind him, Blaine has barely moved since the kiss ended. Kurt turns to him, sees the unconcealed want still heavy in his eyes, and thinks, fuck it.
Blaine’s lips are on his again almost as soon as he steps towards him, hand hot on his neck, the other sliding around his waist, grasping at his loose shirt and tugging them closer. Kurt goes easily, responding with eagerness to Blaine’s lips, letting out a soft gasp of delight when he feels his tongue breach the seam of his lips. He slides a hand around Blaine’s neck as the other snakes under his open shirt, finding the warm plane of his back and the softness at the base of his spine.
“Kurt,” breathes Blaine, his voice catching on the T, and it’s familiar and intimate but at the same time different and new and perfect. Kurt moans and pushes him back towards the wall, sliding his shirt off as he does so, dropping it to the floor and roaming his palms over the skin left uncovered by the soft white t-shirt he had been wearing underneath. Blaine sucks on his bottom lip, then kisses his chin, laving soft presses of his lips over his jaw and down the column of his neck until he reaches that spot, the one he has discovered way back at Dalton, the one that reduces Kurt to mush.
Kurt groans and sinks to the floor, taking Blaine with him, straddling his lap and pushing his fingers into his hair, breaking apart the gel and curling forwards onto his shoulder as Blaine sucks and kisses along his chest. He presses his open mouth against Blaine’s neck, drags it up towards his ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking on it gently. Blaine lets out a delightful noise and comes back up to kiss him, hands pushing his shirt off, reclaiming his mouth as his palms map the skin of his biceps and shoulders.
“You have no idea--” Blaine gasps, eyes heavy and head tipped back as Kurt goes to work on his neck, “--the things you make me feel, Kurt, God--”
“No one else,” whispers Kurt against his skin. “No one else can make me feel this way.”
Blaine whines and kisses him again.
Their undershirts are gone within minutes, crumpled on the floor in the corner, and Blaine lies Kurt out, sucking down his chest and across to his nipple, taking it into his mouth and teasing it gently. Kurt writhes, because fuck does that feel good, sliding his hands up and down Blaine’s bare back, hot and sweaty to the touch. The lack of clothing barely brings any relief in the temperature of the elevator, not in this new heat, but its a delicious sticky frenzy that makes Kurt’s skin tingle and arousal shoot down his spine.
Blaine’s mouth travels down his stomach, and he licks along his waistline, fingers light on his hips. Kurt struggles not to buck them up with Blaine where he is, but Blaine’s already brushing his fingers along his belt towards the buckle, looking up at him with dark eyes.
“Please?” he murmurs.
Kurt swears, swallowing, and already dangerously close to coming even with his shoes still on. He nods, and Blaine scrambles up, tugging off their shoes and socks before fumbling with Kurt’s belt, hands practised but nervous.
“Hey,” says Kurt, reaching out and putting a hand over Blaine’s to still them. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Blaine’s breath is ragged. “I--I definitely want to, Kurt,” he says, and grins before sliding the leather out of its loop.
Kurt drops his head back against the floor, blood pounding in his ears, staring up with slightly clouded vision at the ceiling tiles. He can’t really tell what he’s feeling right now, but all he knows is that it’s--right, and thrilling, and feels a lot like coming home. It feels like everything.
Blaine’s fingers gently wrap around his cock and he gasps, hands flying to Blaine’s hair, eyes slipping shut in pleasure. He feels Blaine’s breath misting over the tip, hot and unsteady, then warm lips, circling the head, sucking gently before pulling off to press little kisses down the side.
Kurt whines, pushing himself up onto his elbows so he can watch the flutter of Blaine’s eyelids and pucker of his lips. Blaine knows just what he likes, how to tease him and then satisfy him, just how much to give and take. He starts sucking at him earnestly, the soft slick sound loud in the small space, one hand loosely wrapped around the base and the other stroking across Kurt’s trembling thighs.
Arousal washes over him, heady and a little disorientating, and he feels it pooling at the base of his spine and in his balls. He gasps, moans, and weakly pushes at Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine pulls off with a mouthwatering pop, a trail of saliva between his bottom lip and the tip of Kurt’s dick, eyes watering and chest heaving.
“Stop, gonna come,” pants Kurt, pushing himself up, and kissing him. Blaine surges forward into his lap, the bulge in his pants pressing against Kurt’s, and Kurt laughs against his lips, pulling back and stroking a hand gently down his cheek.
“You saw what else there was in that hamper?” he murmurs.
Blaine nods, and reaches over to flip it open and fumble around for a little box. He takes it out and sets it down on the floor beside them. “You wanna?”
“Mmm,” hums Kurt, smiling at him and brushing a curl behind his ear. “Yeah.” He leans forwards and breathes heavily against Blaine’s ear. “Want you to ride me.”
Blaine squeaks, and Kurt pulls back to grin at him, the red flushed across his face. Blaine kisses him again, softly, then more passionately, making a small noise of contentment against his lips. “Okay,” he whispers.
They break apart so that Blaine can slide out of his pants and underwear and fold it in the corner. Kurt makes no attempt to hide how he stares at his ass, smooth and perky and perfect as ever.
Blaine returns and kisses him, opening up the little box and finding a packet of lube, tearing it open with his teeth and drizzling it over Kurt’s fingers. Kurt props himself up against one of the wall and Blaine climbs into his lap, fingers tracing gently over his collarbone as Kurt slides his dry hand over his ass.
At the first touch to his warm pucker, Blaine gasps, rocking forward, hard cock brushing against Kurt’s stomach. Kurt presses a kiss to the side of his lips, finger dipping inside gently, teasing. He’s missed this.
“Go on,” pants Blaine. “More, you can--two, even.”
Kurt is a little taken aback by the request--before Blaine had always been sensitive about being fingered, liking to be opened up thoroughly and slowly--and tries not to think about that and how Blaine must have been able to experiment in new and exciting ways without him.
“Kurt,” Blaine says, cupping his jaw and forcing them to make eye contact. It’s like he can tell exactly what he’s thinking. “In here, it’s just you and me. Please.”
Kurt breathes shakily and slowly thrusts two fingers in, the stretch tight but slowly getting easier. The muscles in Blaine’s thighs clench, and he drops his head forward onto Kurt’s shoulder, breath fanning out over his skin.
Kurt increases the speed of his fingers before adding a third, smiling at Blaine’s whimpers, dry hand still roaming over his skin.
“Okay.” Blaine sits up and kisses him deeply, brushing their tongues together. “Ready.”
Kurt remembers with a pang to grab a condom--after Blaine had moved to New York, they’d pretty much always gone bareback, unless concerned about clean up--and rolls it down his throbbing cock. Blaine adjusts himself above him, then reaches down and grabs his cock, settling it against his entrance and before slowly sinking down onto his lap.
Kurt has to force himself to remember to breathe. Blaine’s hot and tight and familiar, the way his walls flutter around Kurt’s cock, squeezing him deliciously, the tension in Blaine’s fingers on Kurt’s arms, the drop of his jaw and heavy eyelids. He takes several controlled breaths, then lifts himself up and drops back down again, fucking himself on Kurt’s cock.
Kurt grasps his hips, helping him with the leverage, pressing their foreheads together and squeezing his eyes shut. His body is feeling so many things right now; the hot tightness of Blaine’s ass around him, the steady throb of arousal centering in his groin, the tightness in his chest of so many emotions that he feels he might burst. He groans as Blaine gets faster, bucking his hips up in response, feet planted firmly on the elevator floor. Blaine’s cock bounces against his stomach, leaking precome down his abs, hard and heavy.
He grasps it and starts jerking Blaine off, finding a rhythm together, Blaine’s breath hot against his shoulder, neck, skin. Blaine whimpers loudly, and the sound is just too much, too hot and familiar and theirs--
Suddenly Kurt realises he’s flipped them over, Blaine lying on his back on the carpet as Kurt pounds into him from above, eyes locked and hearts racing.
“Kurt,” Blaine gasps, hands tight on his waist and ass, scrambling for purchase as Kurt’s thrusts send him jolting back towards the wall. “You--it was always you--”
Kurt moans and kisses him, whispering against his lips. “I love you, Blaine, and I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry--”
“‘M sorry too,” pants Blaine brokenly, hooking his legs up over Kurt’s hips and whining at the change in angle. “Kurt--I don’t think--I never stopped loving you.”
That’s enough to send Kurt tumbling over the edge, barely aware of the cry that escapes his lips as his orgasm courses through him, so much more with Blaine’s confession, with the knowledge that maybe it’s not all over--
He slumps against Blaine’s stomach, panting against his skin, eyes closed. Blaine strokes a hand over his cheek, but Kurt can feel his arousal poking at his chest, so he pushes through the waves of bliss and sits up, sliding wetly out of Blaine and tying off the condom. Blaine’s already touching himself, and Kurt’s hand joins him, sliding through the precome dripping from the tip and spreading it over his cock.
It doesn’t take long for him to be writhing on the floor, hands squeezing Kurt’s arms, and Kurt leans forward to kiss him once more. “Shh, Blaine,” he whispers against his lips, “you can come now, baby.”
Blaine’s body seizes up and he comes with a loud cry, curling forwards into Kurt as pearly white strands splatter up his stomach and even onto his chest.
They lie there on the floor side by side for a few minutes, catching their breath. Kurt runs his hand through the sticky mess on Blaine’s stomach, bringing it to his mouth and sucking it off one finger at a time. Blaine watches him heatedly, then kisses him to taste himself on Kurt’s tongue.
They do their best to clean off with paper and towels from the bathroom, then pull on their underwear again in case anyone does come looking and manage to pry the door open from the other side. It’s too hot to wear much else.
Kurt drags his fingers up Blaine’s back, tracing patterns onto his skin, their legs tangled together. Blaine sighs against his chest and Kurt presses a soft kiss to his temple.
“We need to talk,” he says.
“Not now.”
“Soon.”
“Okay.” Blaine shifts in his arms, rolling onto his stomach and propping himself up on his chest to look at him. His eyes are soft, wide, full of love. It makes Kurt’s stomach flip like it used to when they were in high school.
“What about Dave?” he asks, very, very quietly, and not quite sure what answer he wants to hear.
Blaine glances down, fingers stilling on their travels across Kurt’s chest. “I’m going to break up with him,” he says, softly, and Kurt sees the tears forming in his eyes. He may not like their relationship, but he doesn’t want to see Blaine hurt, so he slides both arms around his waist, holding him. “Things haven’t been so good recently anyway,” Blaine continues. “I think I knew it was coming, this just… I don’t know. I don’t know about how I feel about him anymore. But,” he pauses, and meets Kurt’s eyes again, deep and sincere, “it’s nowhere near how I feel about you, Kurt Hummel.”
Kurt’s lip twitches, and he can feel his eyes starting to water too, brimming over with the emotional rollercoaster that have been the last couple of days. “I don’t know if we’re ready to be… properly together, yet,” he says quietly. “We need to talk, properly, deeply, about why all this happened, and… everything else. But what I do know, Blaine, is that I love you, fiercely, and looking at my future without you is like looking at a world without sunshine.”
Blaine surges up to kiss him, and they grip onto each other, desperate and still raw but so much love between them that it’s hard to breathe.
When they pull apart several minutes later, Blaine smiles and looks up at the elevator doors. “We should get dressed,” he says with a sigh. “Maybe Sue will let us out now.”
Clothes on, they try and pry the doors apart again, but to no avail. “Jeez, what do we have to do to get out of here?” huffs Blaine.
“Could it really be that simple…” mutters Kurt, and reaches over to press the open doors button.
The doors slide open, revealing the empty McKinley corridor. They both stare at it in shock, then turn to each other, smile, and twine their fingers together.
Things may not be perfect yet. But for now, there’s the hope of something beautiful in the future, and for Kurt, that is more than enough.
Summary: Sequel to In My Bones. Kurt never expected the scrawny wolf who showed up on his doorstep to be so important to him. Now it's time to make their bond official.
Warnings: D/s mostly based around alpha/omega bond, rough sex, rimming, biting, barebacking.
AO3
They don’t go any further than kissing that first night. Kurt holds him close, caresses his skin that feels like it’s on fire. Blaine whines underneath him, hands scrabbling at Kurt’s bare back and tugging at his hair, but Kurt nips at his chin, hushing him, keeping him quiet. He pins Blaine’s hands to the bed beside his head, rests his weight on top of him, and Blaine relaxes into the submission, his desire and lust dying down to a glowing ember. Kurt kisses his ear, gently, and whispers again. Mate.
When he awakens the next morning, the bed beside him is empty but not cold. He rolls over, blinking in the bright white light streaming in through the window, and tugs the blanket up to his shoulder. Kurt is not in the room, but Blaine knows he’s not far. It’s almost like he can sense him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmurs, threading his fingers into Blaine’s messy morning curls and leaning down to brush a kiss against his temple. “Did you sleep well?”
“Kurt,” Blaine breathes, turning his head to catch his lips, pulling the bottom one between his own and releasing it with a soft hum. “So well.”
Kurt smiles. “I’m glad. And as much as I would love to crawl back under those covers and spend hours tasting your skin,” --Blaine’s breath hitches, shifting his legs under the covers-- “I’m afraid you need to get up. Winter is nearly here; there’s work to be done.”
Blaine whines, but eventually sits up, tucking his head against Kurt’s shoulder briefly and kissing the rough fabric of his vest. He feels so right, being here with Kurt, and he doesn’t want to stop touching him. Him. His mate.
He smiles into Kurt’s arm and slides out of bed.
The day passes in a blur, helping to salt meat, chopping logs, fumbling around in the dark outhouses behind the hall for some more blankets to keep them warm in the cold weather. The pack has grown since last winter, Kurt has told him, with the arrival of Puck and Quinn’s second child, as well as himself.
At the mealtime, he curls up next to Kurt on the wide stool at the head of the table, attempting to scoop pottage onto his bread with one hand while clutching Kurt’s with the other. Kurt shakes his head fondly at him before standing up and banging his pitcher on the table.
The pack’s rowdy voices soon quieten down, and everyone turns to watch Kurt.
“Friends, family. I have an announcement to make.” He pauses and glances at Blaine with a smile. “I… have found my mate. Blaine.”
There’s a loud cheer, and Kurt pulls Blaine to his feet, wrapping an arm securely around his waist and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Blaine blushes, feels everyone’s gaze on him, but they’re all smiling, welcoming. He wonders how long they’ve been waiting for Kurt to have this day.
*
It’s not until the following day that Kurt finally talks to his father about it.
Burt is not a busy man, having handed down the post of Alpha to Kurt after his severe illness, but he likes to keep himself occupied, often helping Carole with her mending, playing knucklebones with some of the other older men in the pack, carpenting and whittling. When Kurt knocks on the door to their little private wing of the hall, he’s busy hammering an old metal plate back into shape.
“Son,” he greets him warmly, putting down the plate with a clang and standing up to hug Kurt. “Heard your announcement at supper last night. Congratulations. Got to say though, I’m not all that surprised.”
“You’re… not?” Kurt’s a little confused--his father had always been clear with his rules about Kurt and boys, even though most had never been needed. He expected him to be more concerned about his son having a mate.
“Nah, of course not. That boy’s been hanging around you like a lost puppy since you first brought him inside. And don’t tell me you haven’t been pining after him too, I know you.”
“Oh--um, I--”
“C’mon, kid, it’s fine. I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks.” Kurt smiles at his father, hugging him again before lowering himself down into a chair. “Can I ask you a question, though?”
“Of course you can, Kurt. I’ll do my best to answer.”
“Oh, God, okay. This might be slightly awkward.”
Burt nods, shifting a little in his seat, folding his hands across his stomach. “We got through The Talk together, we’re fine.”
“Yes, I--well, the thing is, I know that Blaine is my mate. I can feel it in my flesh and my soul, and I know he does too. Our wolves feel it. That’s not the problem.”
“So what is?”
“Rachel told me that there’s more to a mate than just--a connection. She said… it’s emotional, yes, but it’s physical, too. Called, um, claiming.”
Burt smiles and reaches over to pat Kurt’s knee. “Well, son, if you wanted another Talk, you got it.”
*
Blaine pats the last drop of water from his cheek with a cloth and sets it down next to his new razor on the little wash stand. He checks his smooth cheeks in the well-polished metal, just tilting his head to the side to see his jaw when a blur appears behind him and two warm hands slide around his bare waist.
“Good evening.” Kurt’s voice is low and hot in his ear, fingers sliding over his hips and pressing into his stomach, pulling him back into his warm body. “Don’t you clean up nicely.”
Blaine blushes and ducks his head, resting his hands over Kurt’s and giggling when he feels the soft press of lips at the base of his neck. “Now that you’re all freshened up, why don’t you come and join me in bed?”
Blaine turns round slowly, wrapping his fingers around Kurt’s biceps, relishing the feeling or their bare chests touching each other. He pecks Kurt on the lips, then again, and suddenly he’s being dragged backwards, landing on top of Kurt with an oompf and crawling properly onto the bed to straddle him.
He’s just leaning down to kiss that delicious piece of skin where Kurt’s neck meets his shoulder when suddenly he’s being flipped, landing on his back with his legs dangling off the side of the bed and Kurt grinning down at him. “Gotcha,” Kurt whispers, before leaning down to kiss him properly.
They kiss for what seems like hours, his wolf frantic inside, and Blaine doesn’t know if it wants to be released or wants to keep kissing or wants… more. He groans as Kurt licks down his chest, hair flopping over his forehead and sweat dripping down his temple, restless and too hot, too much--
Kurt reaches the waistline of his pants, pausing for a second before nosing along the leather, breathing hot and right there. Blaine whines, tries his best to keep his hips from bucking up, but he knows that he’s on the edge and anything Kurt could do right now might make him--
“Kurt, stop, wait--”
Kurt is off him in an instant, sitting back on his knees at the end of the bed, chest heaving and sweaty and expression concerned. “Are you okay? Was that too much?”
“No, it’s just…” Blaine gestures for Kurt to move, and he crawls up the bed and settles down at Blaine’s side. Blaine immediately wraps an arm around his waist and kisses his jaw. “If you hadn’t stopped I was going to… you know.” He tilts his hips forward, pressing against Kurt’s, and immediately shifts them back again when he feels how Kurt is in the same dilemma.
“Oh,” says Kurt, smiling. “I see.” He runs a finger slowly down Blaine’s arm, sending shivers over his skin, and threads their fingers together. “Actually, that was something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“It… was?”
“Mm. Blaine, you’re my mate.”
“I know,” Blaine whispers, snuggling in closer and kissing the top of Kurt’s chest. “I am.”
“You are. But--it’s not that simple.”
“What? How?”
“Blaine, we--as mates, our souls were made for each other before we were even born. A lot of wolves don’t even have life mates like we do. We’re lucky that way. But what it means is that there’s a connection between us, there has been since before we even met, that is unlike any other connection between two people.”
“Okay. So we’re like, soulmates.”
“Yes. We were made for each other. When we kissed, a couple of nights ago, the bond between us was--awoken, I suppose. It had laid dormant for years, but that one kiss… you felt like there were sparks between us, right?”
“Yeah. It was like magic.”
“Exactly. We started our journey towards becoming bonded mates.”
“Journey?”
“Just kissing… isn’t quite the whole deal. Our bond can’t be broken, but it can still be weakened. At least until I--take you.”
Blaine’s breath stops for a second, heat shooting down his spine. “You mean…?”
“Yes. Sleep with you. Take you.” Kurt rolls over so he’s on top of Blaine, pressing their crotches together and breathing in his ear. “Fuck you.”
“Kurt,” Blaine whines, hips surging up uncontrollably, hands tight around Kurt’s back as he writhes on the bed. Kurt laughs softly, biting down on his neck and Blaine can feel his wolf whimpering, in submission and delight and arousal.
“But,” says Kurt, suddenly lifting his body up, hovering above him with a smirk on his face. “We have to wait until the full moon.”
“What?” gasps Blaine. “No no no I want you now Kurt, please, I need you--”
“Blaine.” Kurt’s voice is sharp suddenly, commanding. His alpha voice. Blaine whines. “We have to wait because it’s when our wolves are most alert, when the alpha-omega bond will be strongest. It’s three weeks, Blaine. You can wait till then, can’t you?”
*
Three weeks. Three weeks of torture.
Blaine wakes up, once again, with a raging boner. Kurt is still asleep pressed up against his side, and he knows from experience that he won’t offer him any help or relief, so he presses a quick kiss to Kurt’s forehead before shuffling out of bed and towards his old, empty bedroom. That’s all he really uses the room for anymore.
Kurt’s just waking up when he returns, and Blaine makes a point of washing and shaving shirtless and right in Kurt’s line of sight. The moon is gone, today, and he feels little of his wolf--which in turn leaves room for the beautiful confirmation that the human Blaine desires Kurt just as much as the wolf, if not more.
Blaine stretches, still facing away from Kurt, doing his best to show off his back and shoulder muscles. He smoothes down his hair and turns round to wink at his mate. Kurt pouts at him.
“Turn back around. Was looking at your ass.”
Blaine giggles and makes a show of walking back onto the bed and jumping on top of him.
*
Kurt wakes up spooning Blaine and rutting against the small of his back. He nearly comes, but Blaine rolls away just in time, teasingly shaking his head and threading their fingers together on the pillow.
*
They go out for a walk in the woods--in their human form--hands swinging between them and footsteps crisp in the snow. Kurt pushes Blaine up against a stark tree trunk and kisses him until he’s dizzy, then happily starts walking away, leaving Blaine panting and willing away his arousal.
*
They don’t sleep naked together again since that morning in the hall after the first moon, but if Kurt wears his thinnest pair of leggings to bed, it’s not on purpose. Not really. And he gets too hot otherwise with Blaine’s furnace of a body pressed up against his.
*
The moon is waxing again. They change and go hunting for anything that isn’t hibernating yet, chasing a small deer for two hours until it darts between the twisted roots of a tree and they give up and run to the lake instead. The water is freezing, but Blaine transforms back into his human form anyway, swimming over to Kurt and pressing their naked chests together, treading water and staring into his eyes, so blue against the cold white background surrounding them.
They come close, then. Not too close, but close enough that when Kurt pulls back from their heated kiss, he immediately transforms and starts off towards home.
*
It’s the morning of the night of the full moon. Blaine feels like his body is on fire. Every time he sees Kurt, he has to stop himself from dropping to the floor in front of him, clawing his clothes off, baring himself like the prize dish at a great feast. He can see the hunger and want in Kurt’s eyes, can feel it when their skin brushes and fingers touch. He’s taken to sleeping in his old room again, because in his current state, and with his wolf so ready to take complete control of his actions, he can’t trust himself sharing a bed with his mate.
As the morning sun rises, Rachel comes in with a large fluffy blanket and a bottle of sweet smelling lotion. Blaine is already up, pacing the room restlessly, trying to soothe the strange heat that’s pricking under his skin and along his spine.
“Kurt told me what was happening today,” she says, barely containing her smile. “He asked me to help you get ready. I’ve filled a bath in my bedroom; I hope that’s okay.”
Blaine nods, because he feels like if he tries to say anything right now all that will come out will be a grunt.
He likes Rachel. She’s friendly, and from the small amount of time he’s spent with her, a little overbearing, but she reminds him of his brother. He hasn’t seen him since before he was bitten, but he’s glad he wasn’t there to suffer the same fate as his parents.
Rachel turns away as he undresses and lowers himself into the steaming water. It’s an incredible feeling, soothing him instantly, and he tips his head back and sighs. “Thank you so much.”
Rachel smiles at him and hands him the bottle of lotion. “Here,” she says. “I traded three deer hides for this the last time we visited the town. I was saving it for a special occasion, and I think I’ve found it.”
“What--Rachel, I can’t--”
“Blaine, please. Take it. I insist.”
Blaine hesitantly takes the bottle from her, uncorking the lid and holding it up to his nose to sniff. He tips a little into his hand and starts rubbing it onto his shoulders.
“Are you nervous?” she asks softly. Blaine nods. “I was too,” she continues. “When I claimed Finn. You have reason to be, it’s intense, but… amazing. I never thought I could feel that way.”
She squeezes some of the lotion into her palm and starts massaging it into his hair. Blaine lets himself drift, comforted by the assured press of Rachel’s fingers, eyes slipping shut and mind wandering.
He feels so much for Kurt already, he doesn’t know how he can fit any more emotion inside him. He’s nervous, yes, but excited, his body thrumming, his wolf pacing. He had fallen to his knees when Kurt had come in to dinner yesterday, and hadn’t got up again until nightfall, when he had taken a lone run in the woods, finding brief comfort in the shape of his wolf.
Rachel pours hot water from a jug over his hair, washing out the lotion and rubbing his scalp. She sets the jug down on the floor and stands up. “You finish up. I’m going to run down to the kitchen. You’ll need a hearty meal beforehand.” She blushes and leaves the room.
Blaine washes himself everywhere, every nook and cranny, and when he finally gets out of the bath and wraps himself in the fluffy blanket he can smell the sweet lotion on his skin, a deep scent that eases his agitated brain. Rachel returns with a fresh pair of leggings tucked under her arm and a large tray laden with pork, turnips, leek stew and bread. Blaine sits at the table in her room and eats it slowly. He’s hungry, but he doesn’t want to overstuff himself before what’s coming next.
When he’s done, Rachel stands him in the middle of the room and “fixes his hair,” tugging at it with a small comb and rubbing in some kind of oil, leaving it soft and curly. She clasps her hands over her chin and grins at him. “You look amazing,” she says. “Kurt is not going to be able to keep his hands off you.”
“Do you know when…”
“This afternoon, when we’re all out on the hunt. It’s the last one before the winter blizzards start. We’ll be out till tomorrow morning.”
Blaine’s stomach does a funny twist and he nods. Rachel squeals and pecks him on the forehead, then ushers him over to the door and escorts him back to his room. “Sit tight,” she says. “I’ll come and get you soon.”
*
Kurt is freaking out.
He’s ready. Physically, he’s ready. His body can’t take this any longer, and nor can his wolf. If he doesn’t take Blaine right now and make him submit and whimper and come and make him his, he feels like he might burst out of his skin.
His room is set. There are candles on the nightstands and the window frame, the curtains on his bed drawn back and carefully tied out of the way, the bed itself covered with extra blankets and pillows, sprinkled lightly with some scented oil. He’s tried to make it as romantic as possible, but he knows that those candles are likely to get pushed over and the pillows kicked off the bed. Still. It’s the thought that counts.
Inside, he is strung like a thread. If this goes wrong--if he messes up, if he doesn’t drag it out long enough or if he overdoes it too much--he could damage the bond. Not break it, of course, a bond like theirs can’t be broken, but hurt it. Enough to take months to heal.
He hasn’t told any of this to Blaine. He knows how easily Blaine freaks out, and he can’t risk that. No, his father has told him to trust himself, that he can do this. Deep down he knows he can, but on the surface, anxiety is gnawing his calm exterior away little by little until he feels like he might explode.
There’s a quiet knock on the door. Rachel. That means it’s time. He stands up straight, runs a hand over his face, and checks himself one last time in the polished metal mirror. Then he goes to open the door.
Rachel fades from his thoughts immediately as his eyes fall on Blaine. His beautiful, beautiful mate, standing there with his hands clasped around his bare chest, head ducked but eyes wide. Kurt’s breath catches. He hasn’t seen him for an entire day, and he needs him here, now.
“Thank you, Rachel,” he manages to breathe out. “Blaine.”
Rachel nods and is quick to hurry off down the corridor.
“Hi.”
“Hey.” Kurt smiles. Seeing Blaine has set his skin alight, yes, but it’s also puts his mind at ease a little. He holds out his hand, palm up. “Shall we?”
Blaine nods, and slips his hands into his.
“We shall.”
*
Blaine barely has time to take in the candles and atmosphere of Kurt’s room before he’s yanked inside the door, pushed back against it as it slams shut. Kurt’s mouth is on his instantly, sucking, kissing, licking, strong hands tight on his bare sides pushing him up the door. He wraps a leg around Kurt’s waist, and Kurt nearly growls, so he hoists the other one up too, all his weight supported by Kurt and the door. He digs his fingers into the thin fabric of Kurt’s vest, dipping them under the collar at the back of his neck then back up into his hair. Kurt groans, and pulls him away from the door, spinning around and carrying him over to the bed.
“Oh,” says Blaine as he lands on his back, Kurt’s eyes above him blazing with desire. “That was--”
“Blaine, I have to warn you. I’m going to be rough. I have to be. If you don’t want this, please tell me now so we can stop before I do anything worse.”
Blaine reaches up and strokes a hand down Kurt’s cheek. “You can do whatever you want to me,” he says softly.
“Blaine--I--I can’t hurt you. Look. Let’s decide on a word, okay, and if either of us needs to stop because it gets too much, we just say it, and we have to stop. Okay?”
“Stonecroft. The village where I grew up.”
“Okay. Stonecroft it is.”
“Then on with the show,” whispers Blaine.
Kurt lunges down at him, kissing and licking all over his jaw and neck, nipping and growling, and Blaine melts, sinking into the feeling of being owned, being looked after, being Kurt’s.
Kurt shoves him up the bed until he’s lying back against the mound of pillows, legs spread open and hands grabbing at the blankets. Kurt settles himself between his legs and buries his face in his neck, breathing in deeply and panting onto Blaine’s chest. “God, you smell amazing,” he gasps, licking over Blaine’s shoulder. “Wanna--ngh--gonna--”
He sits up and yanks off his shirt, tossing it into the far corner of the room, and looking down at Blaine with dark eyes as his fingers toy with the laces of his leggings. Blaine sits up and settles his hands over Kurt’s. “Let me,” he breathes.
He undoes the laces slowly, not breaking eye contact until they’re all tugged loose. He tucks his fingers into the waistband of Kurt’s pants, and drags them down his hips as far as he can. He glances down, and feels his face flush at the purpling head of Kurt’s cock sticking out through the flap, hard and angry. He bites his lip, eager to taste, and keeps pulling as Kurt shifts so that he can get them all the way off his legs. Finally his mate is naked in front of him, chest heaving, eyes almost black with arousal.
Kurt grabs the wrist that Blaine had been moving towards his cock and shakes his head. “Now you,” he says.
Blaine takes a deep breath and starts to undo his pants, aware of Kurt’s eyes on him. They’ve seen each other naked before, yes, but briefly, and never in a setting like this. He pulls out the last lace and starts to slide them off, smiling at Kurt’s gasp when his cock bounces up onto his belly.
He throws his pants across the room and lays back against the pillows, tipping his head back and baring his throat. Kurt whines, and suddenly there are hands pinning his wrists above his head, a mouth attacking his neck, and--oh God, Kurt’s cock is rutting right against his, pressing his hips into the mattress, thrusting and leaking precome onto his belly. He gasps, eyes slipping shut, and moan of pleasure escaping his lips.
“Fuck, Blaine,” Kurt pants against his skin, lifting his head up and pressing kiss after kiss to his lips. “Been wanting to do this for so long. Since I first met you.”
Blaine whines and nods, because he’s not capable of much coherent thought right now, not with Kurt’s dick right against his, hot and heavy. “Pl--please--”
“Gonna make you come,” Kurt breathes. “Gonna make you come, then I’m gonna fuck you and make you come again. Gonna come inside you too, God, Blaine.”
Kurt tightens his grip on his wrists and sits up a little, changing the angle of their hips, so that with every thrust he catches the head of Blaine’s cock with his, rubbing the precome together on his stomach. It’s too fast, too much, and Blaine can feel the heat washing over him building up, gasping for air, until Kurt transfers his wrists into one hand and strokes his cock quickly with the other. “Come for me, Blaine. Come on.”
Blaine whines and releases over Kurt’s hand, splattering his stomach and Kurt’s cock. He drops his head back against the pillow, eyes closed, only vaguely aware of Kurt shifting above him and releasing his wrists.
Kurt gives him a little while to float before he’s pawing at Blaine’s waist, kissing at his cheeks and forehead. “Turn over,” he whispers, “easier this way.”
Blaine rolls over onto his stomach, tucking a pillow under himself and trusting his mate to know what he’s doing.
*
So far, so good. Kurt leans down and presses and sloppy kiss to Blaine’s shoulder bone, desperate to get on and fuck him and take him, but he knows that Blaine needs care and time too. He lifts Blaine’s hips and slides a pillow underneath, sliding a hand down Blaine’s sweaty side and kneeling behind him. He reaches down, spreading his cheeks, face burning and body shaking at the sweet brown pucker hiding there. His wolf gnarls, and he’s suddenly leaning down, kissing and licking over Blaine’s ass cheeks, sucking his way down his crack until his lips rest over his entrance.
“Oh God, Kurt, fuck--”
Kurt smiles and licks up his crack all the way from his balls to his sacrum. Blaine whines, hips already bucking into the bed, and Kurt dives right in, kissing and sucking at his pucker. His wolf is going wild; he smells so good down here, where his scent is strongest, like earth and sex and sweat. He points his tongue and prods at Blaine’s entrance, just a little, just teasing. Blaine is crying out into the pillow above him, and Kurt has to hold an arm over his waist to stop his hips from wiggling out of control.
“You taste delicious,” he says when he re-emerges, leaning over Blaine and sucking on the top of his ear. “Gonna fuck you now.”
A flutter of butterflies has started in his stomach, but he ignores it, giving over instead to his instincts and beast inside.
He reaches over and grabs the jar of oil from the nightstand, setting it carefully on the mattress and dipping a couple of fingers in. He leans down and kisses the back of Blaine’s neck once more before trailing his fingers down his crack, rubbing over his entrance a couple of times before slowly working one in.
Blaine whimpers as he works him open, hair wet with sweat and fingers gripped tight in the blankets. Kurt makes quick work of it, making sure Blaine is ready but still eager to finally do what he has wanted for so long.
“You okay?” he whispers quietly as he lines himself up.
“Mm,” is Blaine’s answer, nodding his head against the pillow and stretching back a hand to twine his fingers with Kurt’s. Kurt pulls them up to his mouth and kisses them, then slowly starts to push in.
He strains to restrain himself. Blaine is hot and tight and perfect, his fat cheeks splitting around Kurt’s cock as he sinks in. He bottoms out, waiting, brushing a hand up and down Blaine’s back, and when Blaine nods again he finally starts moving.
It’s amazing. He feels it all down his spine, in his skin, in his heart. Blaine is his mate. He kneels up, tugging Blaine up with him, and lets his wolf take over.
It’s fast and rough, Blaine rocking backwards and forwards on his knees with cries of pleasure, his cock hanging heavy and dripping precome onto the bed below. He keeps getting pushed up the bed, hands shoving off pillows and blankets as he tries to find a grip on something, but Kurt keeps up the pace until Blaine is gripping onto the headboard, knuckles white, muscles in his back and shoulders bulging.
Kurt growls and bends over to bite him, hard, at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Blaine moans, hands slipping from the headboard as he drops flat on the bed, Kurt practically lying on top of him, still fucking his cock in and out and hard and fast as he can. His veins feel like they are on fire, every point of contact with Blaine a spark, every breath wind to fuel the flames. He wraps his arms around Blaine’s chest and in one move pulls him up onto his lap, sitting back on his knees, lifting and bouncing Blaine on his cock.
“Ride me,” he growls, and Blaine obliges, a hand reaching around the back of Kurt’s head and latching into his hair, twisting around so that he can kiss him. Kurt pulls on his lips at the awkward angle, hands squeezing at his waist, running over his thick thighs, playing with his nipples.
“Fuck--fuck--Kurt--I’m close--”
“Spit,” orders Kurt, holding his hand in front of Blaine’s mouth. He grabs his cock with his wet hand, using the saliva to make it go quicker, smoother, and Blaine whines, dropping his head as sweat drips off his nose and down his chest.
“When I tell you,” grunts Kurt, sitting up further to get a better angle, lifting Blaine a bit so that he can fuck him from below. He keeps the pace up, keeps stroking, until he’s sure that if he goes on any longer Blaine will keel over and come without any warning.
“Okay, baby, you can let go.” Blaine whines, and Kurt bites at his neck again, keeping him close. “Mine,” he growls. “You’re mine.”
That seems to do it, and Blaine shudders in his arms, eyes squeezed tight and hand tight on Kurt’s thigh as he comes. Kurt is suddenly struck by a weird rush of power, and he tips them forward, flattening Blaine onto his stomach and pinning him down, barely able to keep his hips churning as the vision of a moon flashes in front of his eyes. He feels like he’s in the wolf’s head, even though he knows he’s in his own human body, and it’s like he loses all sense of himself. He snaps, growling and snarling, heaving Blaine’s body against himself and fucking him rougher than even before. Blaine howls, whether in pain or delight he doesn’t know, but he knows that he is dangerously close to changing and he can’t do that when his cock is still inside his mate’s ass.
Suddenly something snaps, and he’s panting, gasping for breath, still clutching Blaine to him, body awash with arousal. He bucks his hips only a couple more times and then he’s coming, pushing deep inside Blaine’s ass, and the only thing he can think is mine mine mine mine mine.
*
He comes to after a short time. Kurt is flat on his back next to him, eyes closed, but Blaine--knows he’s not asleep somehow, like he can feel it. He rolls over to face him. His ass is sore, but in a good way, one that will remind him of the amazing night for a while.
“Kurt?” he murmurs.
Kurt’s eyes flicker open, and he turns to look at Blaine, a soft smile on his lips. “I love you.”
Blaine gapes for a bit, but is then struck by the meaning of what Kurt just said, and gently settles a hand on his neck. “I love you too. Mate.”
“Mmmh,” hums Kurt happily, skin so beautiful in the light from the candles as they gutter low. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you? I know I was rough.”
“It was perfect,” Blaine is quick to reassure him. “Incredible, actually. I loved it. And yes, I’m fine.”
“Good.” Kurt pulls on Blaine’s arm under they are lying on their sides, wrapped around each other, noses nearly touching. “It worked,” he whispers. “I claimed you. Our bond is official.”
Blaine grins and kisses him slowly. “Here’s to forever,” he says.
