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sophisticatedyet

Apr 25, 2012

Fic: You Can Do Better

Pairings: Klaine

Word Count: ~4000

Rating: M

Warnings: ehh... very very light semi-public sex, toys, riding, light bondage

Summary: PWP in which Kurt persuades Blaine wears a vibrator to school and then Blaine gets him back for it.

Notes: Collab of sorts with Gabby when we ran into each other on omegle.

However no matter what he does, he can’t stop himself from twitching and jerking in his seat because fuck, that feels good but he knows that he can’t let himself come in the middle of class, even if the pleasure is so intense it’s bordering on oversensitivity. His legs occasionally kick outwards without him meaning to, hitting the legs of the desk and causing it to squeak across the floor.

Fuck Kurt for persuading Blaine that it would be fun to go to school with a vibrator. This isn’t fun, this is some kind of medieval torture.

His squirming really isn’t helping his case either. Each time he shifts on his chair, even by the smallest amount, the toy sinks in just a little bit deeper until Blaine’s terrified that it’s going to brush against his prostate. He can just cope with the teasing not-quite-enough buzzing but he knows how close he is.

The clock ticks slowly away, counting down the minutes until this is over.

Twenty minutes to go.

Ten minutes to go.

Five...

All the while the vibrator teases him, keeping him lost in the pleasure-pain sensation that Blaine can’t deny loving. Barely realising what his body’s doing, Blaine finds himself shifting a little more purposefully in his chair, grinding and sliding on the smooth plastic, forcing the vibrator deeper.

Until it’s suddenly right there and, holy fuck, that was a brilliant idea and also the stupidest thing Blaine’s probably ever done because he just can't stop himself from giving in to the pleasure that rolls across his body from the sudden, glorious pressure on his prostate.

His orgasm is intense but mercifully quick as he tries to contain his shudders as his muscles clench and relax. He knows his cheeks are flushed and he has to bite down on his lip hard to prevent himself from moaning embarrassingly loudly in the middle of calculus or english or whatever lesson he's in - the specifics don't really matter to him at this point.

His mouth is still shut, his lips pressed tightly shut and he’s raising off his seat, trying to make the vibrations lessen or at least to give him some time to get used to them again after his orgasm. He’s oversensitive and flushed and uncomfortable but it still feels so ridiculously good that he started to rock a little in his seat, picturing was it would be like to be fucked while still this sensitive, trying to imagine Kurt pounding inside of him at that moment. His eyes are closed and he’s gripping the edges of the desk hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. Right when the bell rings he lets out a moan, just at the thought of Kurt seeing him like this, making him feel like this.

He's the last one to leave his seat. It's not actually purposeful, he honestly just doesn't connect the bell ringing with the sudden movement of everyone in the class, but it's definitely convenient because he doesn't have to stand up and show the rest of his class any possible wet patches on his pants. The teacher gives him a strange look when he suddenly leaps to his feet as the last student brushes by his desk, awakening him to the fact he can leave and, yes, find Kurt.

It doesn't take him long to track down his boyfriend, deep in conversation with Mercedes outside their lockers. Usually Blaine would wait for Kurt to finish chatting, but he didn’t care about manners at that moment so he just grabs Kurt arm and pulls him towards the parking lot. Kurt looks momentarily confused but it dawns on him pretty quickly when he takes in the strange way Blaine is walking and his flushed face and glazed over eyes. Blaine can see his hand makes its way to his pocket where the little black remote is most likely hidden from the world.

Kurt is nice enough to wait until they’re out of sight, but as soon as they reach the doors to the school lot the vibrations speed up, becoming so forceful that Blaine’s entire body arches, craning in shock and pleasure.

This has got to be close to the highest setting, he thinks absent-mindedly as his arms circle Kurt’s waist to keep him from falling over, a loud moan tearing from his lips.

He's trembling as he pushes Kurt roughly against the wall, somewhere in a corner, anybody could walk by, but Blaine is hardly aware of what’s going through his head at that moment as he sneaks a hand down Kurt’s body to press against his crotch, squeezing roughly before growling and turning Kurt around, pressing himself against his back, grinding his hips against him while palming Kurt roughly, his hips are barely able to keep up a proper rhythm because the toy is still vibrating inside of him.

The only things Blaine can be sure about at that moment is that he's hard already, that he needs to come again and that this is all Kurt's fault.

Kurt, who is currently soft and malleable against Blaine's chest, leaning back and moaning as he grows hard under Blaine's touches.

Kurt, who will go along with whatever Blaine suggests.

Kurt, who Blaine decides is in need of a lesson about how it’s impolite to turn up a vibrator in public without giving any warning.

So, despite the fact that Blaine is aching and desperate to come he lets go of Kurt, who immediately stumbles forward a few steps when the restraining arms have gone. Blaine grabs his wrist once he’s caught his balance and, ignoring the ever-persistent buzzing of the vibrator, he pulls Kurt towards the car while thanking the heavens that his parents work late.

The drive home is a daze. Kurt is the one behind the wheel, which Blaine is grateful for because he knows he wouldn’t have enough control to concentrate on the road and by the time they get there, Blaine’s vision is almost hazy from the constant swells of pressure that are just below the tipping point that would send him back into the wonderful cloud of pleasure, and Kurt, too, is fidgeting in his seat.

The minute they're inside the door Kurt is pushing him against it, kissing him roughly, quick and dirty. Blaine growls and fists Kurt's hair, pushing him away. He looks into his eyes as he reaches down, making sure to rub against Kurt's crotch, and dips his hand in Kurt's pocket, pulling out the remote and bringing it up so Kurt can see. Blaine stares at him as he thumbs over it gently, almost teasingly, before he, himself, violently turns it up to the last notch.

His body lurches forward at the sudden, raw intensity but it feels so good and Kurt’s arms catch him around the waist, though Blaine knows he’s just as turned on from the hardness pressing into his hip. Kurt whines as he tries to lean forward to kiss Blaine again but Blaine holds him back, tracing his lips over his jaw and check until he reaches his ear.

"You’re going to pay.”

He bites Kurt's earlobe once before letting go altogether and walking away towards the bedroom, removing his shirt on the way leaving a gasping Kurt behind, watching him walk away, leaving almost no indication for the fact that he has a full-force vibrator in his ass except for the slight limp.

Blaine knows that Kurt isn't completely aware of what he's getting himself into when he eventually manages to snap himself out of the trance and run after Blaine, hastily unbuttoning his shirt as he goes. Blaine only has a few seconds alone in his room to shuck off his pants and boxers before Kurt's there as well, trying to wriggle out of his skinny jeans and underwear while sliding his shoes off. Blaine's laugh at his boyfriend's sudden clumsiness turns into a moan when he sits back on the bed and the vibrator is forced deeper, reminding Blaine of what his plan is.

Carefully maintaining eye contact with Kurt who's managed to toe his shoes off but is still struggling with his pants, Blaine leans back on the bed, spreading his legs so the base of the vibrator is just visible beneath his balls. He doesn't let that gaze drop as he grips the toy and begins to tease himself, twisting and thrusting it gently, keeping himself just on edge as he watches his boyfriend.

"Blaine," Kurt moans as he finally rids himself of the last of his clothing and jumps up onto the bed. He straddles Blaine's legs and reaches for the toy but Blaine only lets his fingertips brush the plastic before gripping his upper arms and rolling them so Kurt's lying on his back, pinned down by Blaine's weight.

"I said you were going to pay," he reminded softly, keeping him pinned with one hand as he reached back to slowly pull the vibrator out, teasing himself with small twists. The remote is lost in the pile of Kurt's clothes and Blaine doesn't have the patience to go looking so he just tosses the toy behind him; they'll replace the batteries later.

Right now, he has something more interesting to focus his attention on.

Kurt is staring up at him and his mouth is open and wet and inviting, so Blaine leans forward and keeps his mouth hovering just an inch other Kurt's lips, not enough to touch but enough to frustrate Kurt. Blaine anticipates Kurt's moves as he uses his hand on Kurt's chest to push him down and get his mouth out of reach the second Kurt tries to lean up and kiss him.

He settles back in his previous position, smirking at Kurt's frustrated face, as he starts to slowly rock his hips, barely enough to cause any friction for either himself or Kurt but it is enough to have his boyfriend moaning and writhing underneath him. He curves his body over and over, every time his mouth coming barely a breath away from Kurt's but never close enough. Kurt is panting and he knows that Blaine has all the control and is just waiting for him to slip up, to initiate the next mistake that will lose him more privileges. Blaine runs the tip of his tongue along Kurt's lip, just a tickling pressure before he continues down to his neck and then a small teasing line back up to his ear.

His mouth hovers there as he murmurs, "You wanna fuck me? You wanna fuck me until I scream as loud as I wanted to when I came with that toy in my ass in the middle of class?"

He feels Kurt shaking with anticipation beneath him, hears the breathless moans and how Kurt's body is trying to match the movement of Blaine's hips. And then Kurt grips Blaine's waist and that's exactly what he was waiting for. In one quick movement he's sitting up again, holding Kurt's wrists above his head, pressing them into the mattress.

Blaine grins, before leaning over to whisper against Kurt's mouth, "You know what, I don't think I'm going to let you touch me," before kissing him roughly, only until Kurt is arching up again and his lips are back to that lovely shade of red that Blaine loves so much.

Oh yes, he's going to enjoy seeing those lips curl in frustration while he fucks himself over Kurt’s cock without letting Kurt touch him.

The only problem is that Blaine can't touch Kurt if he had to keep his hands pinned down, and there’s no way that Kurt is going to listen to Blaine if he tells him to keep them there. Blaine has to thank the gods that he'd had a small wardrobe malfunction that morning and there were still ties draped over the foot of his bed from where he had hovered in indecision (before finally settling on his favourite blue bow tie).

He quickly backs down the bed to grab two strips of silk and kicks the rest onto the floor. will probably have a fit later because those ties were expensive and expensive garments shouldn't be haphazardly thrown on the floor, Blaine, but right now Kurt can’t seem to care less. He sits up to look at Blaine, his hands stretching out to attempt to grab his shoulders and pull him back for a kiss. Blaine lets him only for a brief second, before he's gathering Kurt's wrists in one of his hands and looping the material around them before pushing them above his head. He keeps a close eye of Kurt’s face, waiting for a wince or any sign of discomfort as he fastens the ties to the headboard.

Blaine takes a moment to sit back and just admire the expanses of pale skin flushed pink in many places, stretched taut over hard muscle. His chest is heaving with deep breaths as he stares up at Blaine with lust-blown pupils. He shivers as Blaine runs a finger down from his clavicle to his belly button, smiling at how responsive Kurt is.

"Look at you, all tied up and at my mercy," Blaine coos almost delightedly before his voice takes on a deeper, darker timbre. "I could do anything I wanted to you right now... And you have to lie there and take it. Or I could give you nothing" - he lifts his hands from Kurt's skin, enjoying the whimper of dissatisfaction Kurt emits - "but that does seem a little cruel..."

They’ve never really tried dirty talk, or bondage for that matter, but Blaine loves the way Kurt looked - desperate and so, so close to begging. He settles down so he’s crouching high on Kurt's thighs, running his hands up Kurt's chest before bending down to suck at the skin near his hip. Kurt sucks in sharp breath as Blaine nips at the skin, leaving painful little marks before soothing them with his tongue.

He kisses up Kurt's side before murmuring into his skin, "But I am going to let you fuck me, you know why? Because while I was fucking myself on that vibrator, all I could picture was either your cock in my ass or my getting my revenge for being in that situation in the first place." Kurt whimpers as Blaine bites his shoulder before continuing, moaning into the reddened skin, "So why not do both at the same time? Kurt, you get to fuck me and you get to watch but you don't get to touch me. I couldn't touch myself when I was in class and I'm going to show you just how difficult that is. Got it?"

Kurt whimpers, staring up at Blaine through wide eyes as if he can't get his head around what's going on. Blaine raises his eyebrows and slowly grinds his ass back down onto Kurt's cock before kneeling up and removing all the contact with Kurt's body.

"Got it?" he repeats.

"Yes, yes, yes, please, Blaine," Kurt babbles, his arms flexing as he tries to lift his hands to no avail.

Blaine smiles down at him, reaching across to grab a condom from his bedside drawer and twisting around to slide it over Kurt's erection. Kurt whines at the contact, his hips canting up into the circle of Blaine's fist as he gives Kurt a few lazy strokes. He waits until Kurt's eyes flutter closed at the relief of finally being touched before kneeling up and positioning Kurt’s cock so he can sink down onto Kurt. Blaine’s eyes roll back in his head at the feeling of being full - fuller than he was the vibrator - with his beautiful boyfriend sprawled out underneath him, moaning like a whore as Blaine clenches around him.

He spreads his legs further so he can push down until his ass is resting on the top of Kurt's thighs, groaning as he gets used to the feeling being stretched again. Kurt is already protesting underneath him, trying to buck up against Blaine's weight so he can thrust into Blaine properly but Blaine refuses to let him.

Blaine wants to go fast - he wants to get rid of some of the pressure that’s sitting low in his stomach but he forces himself to keep rolling his hips in the same slow, deliberate motion. Kurt is growing increasingly desperate underneath him as his cock slips only a few centimetres out of Blaine before he pushes back down.

Within minutes he’s looking so put-upon that Blaine decides to give him a little bit of release. He slides his hands up from where they’re resting on the mattress either side of Kurt’s waist, tracing across the planes of Kurt’s chest. His fingertips brush against his nipples oh-so gently before flirting away, teasing the the marks and bites that decorated his skin.

“Beautiful,” Blaine can’t help but sigh, watching Kurt squirm underneath him. His carefully-styled hair is beginning to fall from its carefully constructed coif, a few strands of his fringe falling across his forehead.

“Move,” Kurt begs. His voice is wrecked, a low, rasping moan that tears from his lips as he tugs against the bonds and attempts to thrust up.

But Blaine has been careful not to give him any room to move and there’s nothing Kurt can do but lie back, his eyes glimmering with frustrated tears. Blaine leans down, kisses his cheek chastely before slowly rolling his hips forward, moaning as Kurt slips out of his a few inches, dragging against his sensitive rim. Kurt’s expression is relaxed with the sheer relief of finally getting some friction, his body arching like a bow beneath Blaine.

Blaine only allows himself to lose control for a few minutes, riding Kurt until his thighs are straining from the exertion and his face is flushing red. He wants to force himself to keep going, just fucking himself roughly on Kurt until he comes so hard he sees stars but this isn’t about him, this is about Kurt.

Kurt, who is currently spread out beneath him, his eyes closed and his mouth open as his body tenses, ready to come. Blaine immediately slows down, sinking down onto Kurt again until his cock is brushing against his prostate in the most delicious way but refusing to move any further.

“Wha-” Kurt questions, hanging on the edge of his orgasm.

“I’m teaching you a lesson,” Blaine reminds, smoothing his thumbs over Kurt’s hard nipples.

Kurt groans as Blaine purposefully clenches around him, his hips stuttering upwards to find that last extra jolt that will push him over the edge. Blaine quickly grabs his hips and forces him back onto the bed.

“Fuck you,” Kurt gasps, his fingers clenching around nothing above his head. “God, Blaine, just- shit, please.”

Blaine knows he’s just getting harder as he listens to Kurt, good boy Kurt, swearing and watches him fall to pieces, shattering that carefully constructed outer shell of strength and poise. It’s like watching his fantasies being played out before him.

His hands are sliding back up Kurt’s chest as he allows himself to move a little bit more because, damn it, he doesn’t have the restraint to keep this teasing, no matter how much he wants to stay in that moment forever.

He lifts himself from Kurt’s lap a little. Not much, just a few inches, but enough to give Kurt some room to move. He lets Kurt buck his hips up, fucking Blaine and giving him that bit of control as Blaine leans back and lets Kurt do the work. He’s frustrated from the teasing, that much is obvious from the way he’s pounding into Blaine, the impatience making his thrusts harder and rougher.

Blaine can barely think past the obvious of so good, don’t stop, Kurt. ‘Punishment’ is long-forgotten as he reaches down to fist his cock, clenching and rolling his pelvis in time with Kurt’s thrusts. His knees are digging into the soft mattress; he’s sure the dents left will take days to flatten out as he presses down harder with each rapid movement. Kurt arches underneath him, trying to go deeper, further, every time brushing against Blaine’s prostate.

Kurt’s hands are suddenly pulling away from the headboard where the flimsy, quick knots Blaine had tied have come undone. Blaine doesn’t realise what’s happening - his head thrown back and his eyes screwed shut - until fingers are tight around his waist, rolling him over and pushing him onto his back.

His heart jumps at the change in position until his head catches up and he relaxes into Kurt’s hold. In contrast, Kurt has been pushed to the edge and everything about his body screams tense and desperate as his fingernails dig into the soft skin, crescent marks decorating Blaine’s sides as he forces Blaine into the mattress. His sharp thrusts knock the headboard against the wall in a constant rhythm. Thud, thud, thud, thud.

Blaine knows that he’ll be walking funny tomorrow, but it will be so, so worth it.

He stares up at Kurt, his mouth slack as Kurt goes faster than they’ve ever tried before. Stars are bursting behind his eyelids every time they slide shut, the pleasure-filled darkness so tempted but Blaine forces himself to keep his eyes focused on Kurt. There’s an unspoken dare hanging in the air.

You can do better.

Kurt has been on the edge ever since Blaine dragged him away from Mercedes. His body is draped across Blaine’s, their faces only centimetres apart but neither of them are aware enough close the distance and kiss. Kurt’s hands have slid up from Blane’s waist to his shoulders, his nails scraping and marking the skin there as he gets so, so close.

They watch each other. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this, far from it. Both boys can read every blink and twitch that flickers across their expressions. They know how to play each other, how to turn them on in a second, how to drive each other crazy, how to make the other come within seconds and they’re both well aware how close the other is.

Kurt’s hips finally stutter, the smooth rhythm turning staccato as Blaine lets go finally. His eyelids slide shut without him noticing, his back arching, muscles and neck straining as he comes for the second time that day, squeezing around Kurt enough to bring him over the edge too.

His arms give out as the aftershocks tremble through his body and he collapses forward onto Blaine. His soft hair tickles against the sensitive skin of Blaine’s neck as he pillows his head on his chest; they’ve been in this position many times before and they Blaine’s arm automatically reach up to wrap around Kurt is a second nature.

Kurt still hasn’t come down from his orgasm completely as Blaine cards his fingers through Kurt’s hair, letting the dazed fog lift from his mind. He cranes his neck to kiss Kurt softly, one hand cupping his cheek and drawing his face closer.

“That was mean,” Kurt mumbles.

Blaine smiles widely and clutches Kurt closer to him. “You loved it,” he points, knowing that he must look ridiculous with his grin and his flushed cheeks, his hair in disarray from where Kurt’s hands had been raking through it.

“I loved it,” Kurt agrees.

They fall asleep together like that: naked and wrapped around each other on top of the covers of Blaine’s bed.

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