“So.”

“So…”

“So this is your apartment,” Kurt says, looking around Blaine’s living room with an eyebrow raised.

“Yepp…home sweet home, or whatever. Do you like it?” Kurt takes his time answering, spinning slowly in his spot to examine everything in view.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

By the time they make it to Blaine’s bed, everything but Kurt’s underwear is off. Blaine is only shirtless, but he evades all of Kurt’s attempts to take his clothes off in favor of pinning Kurt’s hands above his head as he mouths at the side of his neck.

“Ah, Blaine, shit…is this seriously a king-sized bed?”

“You’d be surprised at how spastic I am in my sleep,” Blaine mutters before kissing his way down to Kurt’s chest and sucking a nipple in his mouth.

“That doesn’t—fuck that feels good—that doesn’t surprise me at all,” Kurt stutters out, bucking his hips up against Blaine’s thigh.

“Shut up and let me suck you off,” Blaine says before sliding all the way down Kurt’s body and pulling his boxers off, barely giving him any time to kick them off before sucking the head of Kurt’s cock in his mouth.

“Blaine Anderson, ever the romanti—AHHH, shit, Blaine, don’t stop oh my god.” Blaine has relaxed his jaw to take Kurt as deep as he can, swallowing periodically to hear Kurt scream. He moves one of his hands from Kurt’s hips down to his balls, causing Kurt’s screams to cut off slightly, giving way to panting and groaning.

When Blaine’s fingers venture towards his crack and tease around his hole,
all Kurt can manage are high-pitched whines.

Blaine removes his other hand from Kurt’s hips to reach into his own jeans and stroke himself. Unfortunately, without Blaine there to hole him down, Kurt starts thrusting up, hard. Blaine doesn’t mind too much at first, but then Kurt reaches down and grabs at his hair, forcing his dick too far down Blaine’s throat. He manages to pull off, gripping Kurt’s wrists and detaching his hands.

“Christ, Kurt, what are you trying to do, suffocate me? Do I need to tie you up to keep that from happening again?” Blaine huffs in annoyance, before noticing the way Kurt’s eyes darken, his hips tilting up again and a soft whine escaping his lips.

“You…you should do that, yeah,” he breathes out, barely audible. Blaine can’t help but moan at the sound, moving up to kiss Kurt hard.

“God, yeah,” Blaine whispers, giving Kurt one last, sloppy kiss before sliding off of him and walking briskly to his closet. He looks around for his ties, picking two black ones, his dick giving a throb at the way they’ll look on Kurt’s pale skin, before turning back around and nearing dropping them at the sight before him.

Kurt is sucking on two of his fingers, his other hand wrapped around his dick, pumping slowly, and his eyes fixed on Blaine. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a small pop and moves them down to lightly tease his nipples, gasping at the sensations he’s creating for himself.

“Well, well,” Blaine says, smirking. “Looks like we really do have to tie you up.” Kurt moans and strokes his hand faster, but Blaine is quick to return to the bed and capture his wrists again. He meets little resistance as he moves Kurt’s arms above his head, tying each wrist to the headboard with a tie. Kurt gives an experimental tug when Blaine finishes, and moans when he realizes just how locked in he is.

“Now, where was I?” Blaine asks. He moves back down Kurt’s body, finally ridding himself of his pants and boxers on the way. He settles between Kurt’s legs, taking his cock in one hand. “Try to keep your hips still this time, babe.” With that, he bends down and sinks his mouth over Kurt’s dick until he reaches his hand, moving them in tandem and reaching his other hand to fondle Kurt’s balls again. It isn’t long before he has Kurt screaming again.

He swirls his tongue around the head of Kurt’s dick, which seems to be the most sensitive part if Kurt’s endless stream of expletives is anything to go by.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Blaine, don’t stop, god right there, right there oh my god, this is so fucking good, you feel so good, I can’t, Blaine, god, I can’t I just, need, just a little more, please, Blaine, fuck please, please, fuck.”

Blaine isn’t sure what Kurt is asking for exactly, so he goes with his instincts. As Kurt’s moans and pleas continue to increase in volume, Blaine pulls his mouth off of Kurt’s cock with a few more broad licks to the head. He starts rubbing his thumb across the slit, earning him some high octave whines and screams he’s sure his neighbors can hear. Not that he cares.

Wanting to finish Kurt off so that they could move on, he flicks his thumb back and forth even faster over the head, and leans down to mouth at Kurt’s balls. Just as Blaine hears a gasp of “So close, Blaine, please!”, he shifts his head and his tongue slides down Kurt’s crack, licking at his hole. Kurt’s back arches off the bed of its own accord as he comes hard all over Blaine’s hand and his stomach. Blaine gives a few more licks before Kurt’s whines make him stop, taking his hands off Kurt’s body and sitting up straight.

“So…tying you up was a good idea?” Kurt huffs out a laugh as he catches his breath, his face matching Blaine’s own smirk and amusement.

“Tying me up was such a good idea.”