Blaine woke up to Kurt's mouth on his dick as he languidly fucked the butt plug in and out of his sore hole. Blaine whined, but made no move to stop him. It hurt, but it was the good kind of hurt that pushed him that much nearer to an orgasm.

Kurt pulled off of him with a lewd pop, pulling the butt plug all the way out before sliding off the bed. Blaine propped himself up on his elbows, glancing at the clock, just after 7:00. Well, if he had to be woken up an hour before his alarm, at least it was with a blow job. It would be better if it were finished though.

"K'rt?" he mumbled, confused as to why he left so suddenly.

Kurt popped up at the foot of the bed with a wicked smile on his face. "Spread your legs, beautiful."

Oh now, Kurt still wanted to play. Blaine wasn't sure he had enough left in him after last night, and didn't Kurt have class in an hour? Did they really have time for this?

"Pet," Kurt chided, "are you listening to me?"

"Yes, Sir," Blaine sighed, pulling his legs up to his chest. He was tired, but if Kurt wanted to play, he wasn't going to tell him no.

Kurt ran two fingers around his rim, making Blaine hiss, before slowly sliding them in. He was still open from the butt plug, but Kurt always liked to tease him. He fucked him slowly, keeping his fingers just centimeters from his prostate in an extremely annoying fashion. He finally pressed against it for a few seconds—causing Blaine to shudder and tense, struggling to remain still—before pulling his fingers out again and replacing it with what felt like the butt plug.

Blaine cocked his head to the side as Kurt patted his inner thigh and stood up. "Time for breakfast, beautiful." Kurt left the room.

So morning teasing but not morning sex... Blaine wasn't sure how he felt about that but it wasn't really his place to say anything.

Generally on mornings when they were playing Kurt would pick his clothes out for him. However, the only piece of Blaine's clothing he could see was a pair of his tightest boxer briefs, sitting conspicuously on top of the toy box.

He shrugged, climbing out of bed and wincing at the pain that shot up his backside. He'd definitely be asking for a massage later. He walked over and pulled on the underwear before exiting the bedroom.

He found Kurt in the kitchen, sitting at the table. Kurt smiled and motioned him forward. Blaine dropped to his knees and crawled over to sit at Kurt's feet. Kurt ran a hand through his hair, gently.

"I want you to make breakfast today, darling." Blaine nodded, "Pancake, eggs, and bacon—" Blaine opened his mouth to protest, because frying bacon with no clothes on sounded extremely painful. He'd never been able to get into wax play and bacon grease was a whole lot hotter than the special play candles they had. Kurt pressed a finger to his lips. "It's okay, gorgeous, I bought microwave bacon."

Blaine smiled and stood back up, collecting everything he'd need from the fridge before cracking the eggs into a bowl. He had just started to whisk when he jumped. The butt plug inside of him had started vibrating. Barely, but it definitely was buzzing and just against his prostate.

He looked at Kurt who just smiled innocently before going back to work. He had just poured the eggs in and was mixing up the pancake batter when the vibrations increased and he had to hold onto the counter to steady himself. He looked at Kurt again, panting slightly, but all Kurt did was raise an eyebrow at him.

Blaine steeled himself and started making the pancakes. Kurt kept steadily turning the vibrations up until his knees were shaking as he put the bacon in the microwave before returning to the stove.

The vibrations turned up again and Blaine's knees buckled. "S-sir," he gasped, "can I—"

"Not till I have my breakfast." Kurt said calmly, his wide blow pupils the only sign that he was the slightest bit turned on.

Blaine finished up the last couple pancakes and hurriedly put a few on a plate along with the bacon and scrambled eggs before setting it in front of Kurt.

"Sir—"

"Can I have some juice, pet?"

Blaine groaned as he turned to the fridge again. Kurt tutted and increased the vibrations some more. Blaine stumbled, grabbing onto the door handle and desperately trying not to come. He pulled the orange juice from the fridge and quickly poured Kurt a glass, sloshing a little. He wiped it up before handing Kurt his juice, knowing he'd just make him do it anyway.

Kurt turned the vibrations all the way up and Blaine dropped to his knees at his feet, panting as he leaned his forehead against Kurt's leg.

"Sir, p-please... let me..." he whined miserably, feeling a spurt of precome drip out of his cock and run teasingly down his length.

"What is it you want, beautiful?"

O god, he was really going to make him say the whole thing.

"Please... l-let.. me come."

"Go ahead, gorgeous."

Blaine cried out, coming in his underwear. It felt gross and sticky, but god, was he happy for release. Kurt was petting his head as he came out of his post-orgasm haze and he saw Kurt's dick bulging against the front of his jeans. He mouthed weakly at him.

"Oh, I see someone wants his breakfast."

Blaine shuddered as Kurt unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from his underwear and pressing it to Blaine's lips. Blaine hastily took it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head an dipping into the slit. He made quick work, savoring the taste of Kurt in his mouth and greedily swallowing every drop of as Kurt spilled down his throat.

Blaine hummed, pulling off of Kurt's softening cock. Kurt's grip in his hair tightened as he pulled him up for a kiss, his tongue forcing its way into Blaine's mouth. Blaine moaned, happily and then gasped as Kurt's hand pressed against the now still vibrator.

Eventually Kurt pushed him off of him and directed him to his chair before getting up and making a plate for Blaine.

He kissed him on the cheek on last time whispering, "My good boy."