Kurt jumps at the sudden voice in his ear. His eyes dart around the Senior Commons, and fortunately, it’s still empty. Aside from the boy behind him now, of course. It’s then that Kurt processes what he was just called, and he blushes scarlet.

“Don’t call me that!”

Blaine chuckles darkly, grazing his tongue inside of Kurt’s ear. Kurt playfully shoves him away with a laugh.

“Oh, come on, giving my clients nicknames is half the fun. I’ve been saving this name for a very long time, for a very special someone. You should be honored.”

Kurt rolls his eyes. “Well keep your dirty nickname, Anderson. Cause you were a one-time deal.” Blaine pouts. “Oh don’t give me that face. We never even should have had the one time. I was vulnerable at the time. You practically cheated!”

Blaine lets out another chuckle. “All’s fair in love and sex, baby.”

“That’s not the saying, idiot.”

“It’s my saying.” Kurt shakes his head with a slight smile.

“Well, take your sayings and your nicknames and leave me alone. I have studying to do.” And with that, Kurt attempts to pull his focus back into his incredibly dull textbook. He studiously ignores Blaine’s breath, which is still hitting the back of his neck, causing the hairs there to prick up.

What he can’t ignore is when wet lips begin planting soft kisses where the warm breath was hitting moments before.

Kurt huffs. “Blaine, forget it. I don’t even have money to pay you with. And I really have to study.”

Blaine comes around and leans against the table, finally coming into full view of Kurt. His arms are folded in front of him, a smirk on his face. “You know, not everyone I have sex with has to pay me. Believe it or not, I like you. And you were good.” Kurt blushes again. “Especially for a virgin,” Blaine adds. Kurt doesn’t respond.

Blaine promptly shuts the book in front of Kurt, and slides it off the table, landing with a loud thump on the ground.

“Blaine!” Kurt scolds. “I have to study!”

With an odd amount of grace, Blaine squeezes himself in between Kurt and the table, straddling Kurt’s thighs on his chair. Kurt swallows. Blaine leans his face into Kurt’s, and whispers into his mouth, “Then study me.”

Before Kurt can protest, Blaine’s lips are fully on his. So, warm, soft, inviting. Hands come up to clutch his face, tilting it upward, deepening the already desperate kiss. The feeling of Blaine’s tongue exploring his mouth is a heady experience, and all he can think is more.

Like clockwork, Blaine grinds down his hips above him, and Kurt lets out a loud moan. A much too loud moan. But Blaine is already hard, and dammit, so is he.

Panting, Blaine breathes out, “My room. Now.” Kurt doesn’t even think twice before scrambling out of the chair, snatching his book off the ground, clutching Blaine’s hand, and practically sprinting out of the commons.

Kurt falls flat on his back, bouncing a bit on the bed. He scoots himself up to the head of the bed, propping himself on his elbows to watch Blaine’s every movement. He sees Blaine’s blazer drop to the floor, followed by his khakis, along with his socks and shoes.

Blaine begins the predatory crawl up the bed, stopping when he is fully straddling Kurt’s hips. Blaine’s eyes have gone completely dark with arousal, matching what Kurt can only assume his own eyes resemble right now. He doesn’t know what the hell it is about this boy—this boy who prides himself on being…well, a whore.

Maybe it’s the danger that exudes from his very persona. Something different. Something wicked. It’s a change. A Siren’s call. And fuck, does Kurt love what he hears. He wants to drown in this boy.

Blaine’s lips are working over his neck as he feels his blazer falling from his shoulders and the buttons on his shirt coming undone. Fuck, does this boy know how to use his mouth. Kurt finds himself tilting his head up to expose more of his neck for the other boy.

He’s quickly discovering that the thought of being marked is one he is very interested in, if the throbbing in his dick is anything to go by. It seems clear, however, that Blaine is trained in the art of restraint when it comes to permanent marks—something Kurt is sure comes with the type of lifestyle he exercises.

Kurt decides that Blaine could use a little prompting.

“It’s ok,” Kurt says.

Blaine pulls back from his neck to look at him, a questioning look on his face. “I’m sorry?”

Kurt jerks his head further up, to indicate the expanse of his throat. “It’s ok,” Kurt emphasizes.

Blaine’s eyes widen when he comprehends Kurt’s meaning. “Are you sure, baby?”

“I want you to. Do it.” Kurt sees something flash in Blaine’s eyes, and Blaine is smiling. God, the look on his face is positively sinful.

Blaine licks his lips. He pounces on the boy beneath him, knocking him fully onto his back, and attacking his neck. Kurt can’t for one second bring himself to feel ashamed for the noises cascading from his mouth, because this god. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and Kurt’s mind is perpetually blown. It’s exhausting. It’s exhilarating.

And Blaine is moaning into his neck as well. He’s also licking. Sucking. Fuck, biting. And Kurt adores it, he absolutely adores it. He buries his fingers into Blaine’s gelled locks, striving to loosen the curls that he’d only seen once before—last time they were doing this.

He feels Blaine’s mouth, all too soon, pull away from his neck. He sees Blaine admiring a patch of now very tender skin, prodding it lightly with his finger.

“Fuck, that’s so beautiful baby,” Blaine mumbles. “You know, it’s usually a five dollar fee for marking.” He says with an evil grin.

Kurt grips the notch in Blaine’s tie and tugs him forward, pressing their foreheads together. “Fuck your five dollar fee, Anderson.” Kurt growls.

“I have a better idea,” Blaine counters with a smirk. “How about you fuck me instead.”

“That’s what we’re doing, you idiot.” Kurt scoffs.

“No, I mean it. You fuck me.”

Kurt catches onto what the other boy is implying. “What?” Blaine wants Kurt to fuck him? Kurt hardly knows what he’s doing in the first place! “Blaine, you know I’ve never—”

“I’ll do most of the work, baby. I just need your cock. You can supply that, right?” Kurt smiles slightly. Blaine smiles back. “I mean, I know you brought it. Cause you’re fucking hard as a rock, I can feel it.” Kurt lets out a laugh.

“Yeah, maybe you should do something about that, big shot.” Kurt challenges. And ok, yeah, Kurt’s ok with trying something new. Blaine is very persuasive, Kurt has found.

“Now that is a good nickname,” Blaine announces. “’Big Shot’.”

Kurt rolls his eyes. “Blaine, I swear to god, if you don’t do something—”

“Okay! I was just saying…” Kurt pulls Blaine’s mouth back onto his to shut him up, and Blaine is working himself out his own remaining clothes. When he’s successful, he begins shucking off Kurt’s pants. Once they are thrown somewhere on the floor, Blaine dives toward his bedside drawer and yanks it open, retrieving the necessary supplies.

Blaine wastes no time in lubing up his fingers, reaching behind himself, and starting to work himself open. It’s a weirdly erotic sight to see, this boy in front of Kurt fucking himself on his own fingers.

He devours the view, until he feels a hot, wet sensation encompassing his underwear-clad cock. Blaine is mouthing at him hungrily as he thrusts his fingers faster into his ass, and oh god the way Blaine is gazing up at him through those gorgeous eyelashes. Locking eyes with Kurt as he laves at his cloth-covered dick and pleasuring himself with his own fingers, shit how is this boy real?

Kurt feels like he could come just from watching this. But then Blaine suddenly pulls off, removing his fingers from his ass. Blaine slides off Kurt’s boxer-briefs and chucks them…somewhere. As Blaine prepares Kurt’s cock, Kurt has the sense to shed his remaining shirt and tie, knowing come stains would probably be a bitch to get out.

As Kurt gets rid of his shirt, and moves to tug off his tie, Blaine lashes out a hand to clutch onto the fabric. “No. Leave the tie,” Blaine insists.

Kurt raises an eyebrow, but does as he’s told.

Blaine clearly feels the need to elaborate. “Well, I figure as long as I’m going for a ride, my bitch should at least have a leash.” Kurt’s heart stutters. Blaine just called him his bitch. He should so not find that as hot as he does, and his dick definitely just twitched and there’s no way in hell Blaine didn’t see it.

Blaine’s eyes glisten and, yup, he definitely noticed. “Do you like being my little bitch, baby?” Kurt whimpers. Because yes, yes for whatever ungodly reason, he loves it. Christ, what is this boy doing to him?

“How about we see how much punch this little bitch packs, huh?”

Blaine takes Kurt’s cock in one hand and poises himself above it, pausing to insure he has Kurt’s eyes locked on his, before sinking down on it, his gaze never wavering from Kurt’s.

And holy shit Blaine feels amazing. An all-encompassing heat stretched around his cock—Blaine’s ass is stretched around his cock. The thought of it is absolutely filthy, and the feel of it…god that’s filthy too. In the best possible way.

Kurt is entirely convinced that nothing in the world could feel better than Blaine Anderson’s ass buried to the hilt on his cock.

And then Blaine starts moving. Heaving himself up, Kurt’s dick nearly slipping out of his ass, before slamming back down and holy sweet hell how has Kurt possibly gone this long without experiencing this? Because he is positive he never wants to do anything else ever again other than this.

“Oh my god,” Kurt moans as Blaine pounds himself relentlessly onto Kurt’s cock. He feels Blaine grab his tie, using it to haul Kurt up closer to him, and god that was hot too. And now Blaine is basically in his lap, Kurt propping himself all the way up onto his hands.

Kurt can perfectly see the beads of sweat building at Blaine’s hairline. He doesn’t know why, but he wants to lick them away.

Blaine starts talking for the first time since Kurt entered him.

“You like my ass fucking down on your slutty little cock, bitch?”

Kurt groans over the words as he nods vigorously. “Like” was an understatement.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you, you little whore.” Blaine grits out, pulling himself off Kurt’s cock completely and shoving Kurt back down onto the bed. Kurt whines at the sudden lack of warmth around his throbbing cock, and Blaine bends down so close, their noses are brushing together. “I asked you a question, I expect your slutty little mouth to answer it,” Blaine growls.

Right now, Kurt would do almost anything to get Blaine’s ass on his cock again. “Yes, yes, I love your ass, please, please,” He whimpers out.

“You think you deserve my ass, bitch?” Blaine clutches at Kurt’s tie again. “My leashed bitch?”

Kurt is begging and he doesn’t know where it’s coming from. “Please, please! I want your ass, please. Need it, please,”

“You’re so beautiful when you beg, baby.” Blaine croons, and finally, finally, Blaine is taking pity on him, plunging back down onto his cock in one swift movement.

It’s incredible to Kurt how Blaine can be the one with a cock inside him, yet be the one in complete control. It’s sexier than Kurt could ever imagine. He feels like his entire body is aflame, every nerve is electrified. “Blaine, you feel so good,” he moans.

“Fuck, you too, baby. Your cock was made for this. Made for my ass.” Blaine responds, rolling his hips on the cock inside him. And Kurt believes him completely, because he has never experienced anything as phenomenal as this.

As Kurt feels his orgasm building, he can’t help himself thrusting up into the tight heat of Blaine’s ass. Blaine doesn’t seem to object at all, so he begins fucking into him as quick as he can. Several well-placed thrusts leave Blaine throwing his head back, moaning in earnest. “Fuck yes, baby, so perfect, god, right there.”

Blaine begins picking up the pace even further, and Kurt can feel Blaine’s thighs positively shaking with the effort, but he doesn’t give up for a second. In a flash, Blaine is leaning down closer to Kurt, once again seizing the tie, and then taking hold of his own cock with his other hand. Blaine is stroking himself at lightning speed, his eyes clenched shut, and his mouth hanging open.

“Come on baby, come on, fuck me,” and Kurt does, snapping his hips up in time with Blaine’s downward thrusts, and in seconds he’s coming with an obscene moan that Kurt can only describe as sex. Stripes of come paint Kurt’s chest, as well as Blaine’s, and Kurt is so close.

“Keep fucking me,” Blaine says.

Kurt knows that Blaine must be getting sensitive now, “But, Blaine, doesn’t it—”

“I said keep fucking me! Just do it!” Kurt moans and obliges. Blaine is cranking out encouragements, “Come on, baby, fuck me, come in my ass, little bitch.” Blaine squeezes his ass around Kurt’s cock, and that does it. Kurt is coming harder than he ever has in his life, inside of this beautiful boy, and he feels like he is going to pass out.

When he at last settles down from his orgasm, he feels Blaine pulling off of him, and disposing of the filled condom. He returns with a wet cloth, cleaning them both off silently.

Finishing, Blaine inches his way up to straddle Kurt’s chest.

“Good?” Blaine inquires with a smile.

Kurt pries his eyes open to stare up at Blaine, and shake his head incredulously. “I don’t know how you do it. You’re…indescribable.”

“And you are so into dirty talk, you naughty boy,” Blaine teases. Kurt is instantly red. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. It’s super hot. Like, incredibly sexy hot.”

“What can I say,” Kurt smiles, “You make everything seem so right.” Because he does. He really, really does. Kurt feels dirty and wicked and shameless, and it’s all because of Blaine.

“I’ve been told that before.” Blaine says, grinning wider.

Right. Blaine does this kind of thing all the time. Kurt forces a smile in response. Suddenly, Kurt doesn’t feel as weightless as he did a moment ago.

Blaine senses it. Kurt’s learning that Blaine knows how to read people better than anyone he’s ever met. Blaine heaves a sigh. “Kurt, don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Kurt asks curiously.

“Just don’t.” Blaine clambers off the bed, and starts tossing Kurt his clothes.

Kurt furrows his eyebrows at the clothes landing on the bed. “Blaine, I wanna stay.”

Blaine stares at him. “No, Kurt. No one ever stays. I never let anyone stay.”

“Not even me?” Kurt coerces.

Blaine looks astounded at the question. “Especially not you!” And ok, ouch, that hurts.

“Why the fuck not, Blaine? I thought you liked me!”

“I do! But it’s different, ok? I like you because you’re someone that I genuinely enjoy fucking. And that’s not the same way you like me, Kurt. You’re falling for me.”

Kurt gapes at him. He really has the nerve to say that? “You are such an egotistical bastard! You think everybody loves you don’t you—”

“But it’s true, isn’t? Don’t tell me it’s not, Kurt. Because I see it.” Kurt glares, but he doesn’t deny it. “You want something more from me. And it’s something I can’t and won’t give you. And that’s why you can’t stay.”

Kurt feels the tears stinging his eyes, willing them so hard not to fall. “Fine.” Is all he says. He dresses himself in silence.

Before he heads out the door, Kurt turns back to Blaine. “You can blabber on all you want about me just being a good fuck to you, but we both know that’s not what this is.” Blaine is looking anywhere in the room, but at Kurt. He can tell that Blaine is uneasy. Good. “You’re just scared that there’s someone you might actually want to be with. Someone you might actually want to commit to.”

“That’s bullshit,” Blaine mutters, finally meeting Kurt’s eyes. Kurt scoffs. Blaine continues in a dangerously low tone. “That’s not who I am. So how about you scrape your fucking dignity off my floor, cover up that goddamn hickey, and go back to your tower, Princess. Because I am not your fucking knight in shining armor.”

Kurt’s hand flies to shield where he knows the bruising mark is left on his neck. He throws the most venomous glare he can muster at Blaine, before wrenching open the door, and storming out, slamming it behind him.

Kurt manages to make it all the way to his dorm room before he finally breaks down into tears.