Kurt wakes up the next morning feeling floaty and warm.  He stretches his arms, blinking as he looks around.  He’s temporarily disoriented at the unfamiliar surroundings until a loud snore comes from next to him, and he turns to see Blaine star fished across most of his bed, his naked ass peaking out from under the sheets.  I guess the king-sized bed really does come in handy, Kurt thinks as he giggles to himself at Blaine’s sleeping position.

            He busies himself in the bathroom, relieving himself and then snooping around for a spare toothbrush, which he luckily finds.  As he brushes his teeth, he can’t help but admire the still slightly red skin on his wrists from the night before.  He grins, remembering how good it had felt for Blaine to have complete control over him like that.

            Blaine is still fast asleep when he reenters the bedroom, so Kurt decides to do some exploring.  He doesn’t think Blaine will mind, considering what he’s looking for.  Kurt makes his way to Blaine’s closet, where the ties had come from, and starts searching.  He pushes past some hanging shirts to find a few shelves with shoeboxes neatly tucked away on them.  The first few he opens actually contain pairs of shoes, but when he reaches a shoebox towards the back of the shelf, he hits the jackpot.

            Inside, he finds three vibrators, a bottle of raspberry flavored lubricant, an enormous anal plug that actually frightens Kurt a bit, and a cock ring.  Kurt stares in wonder at the items, stroking a finger down one of the long vibrators, itching to turn it on and see what it can do.

            He sets the box aside, within easy reach, and resumes his treasure hunt.  Now that he knows what Blaine’s been hiding, he can’t wait to see what else he finds.

            None of the other shoeboxes seem to hold anything other than shoes, so he pushes the shirts back in order and turns to the other side of the closet.  He finds nothing amongst the hanging and folded pants, and the tie rack holds nothing but ties—although those have proven to be just as valuable as toys in bed.

            He spots some luggage sitting in the corner, and sits down with it across from him to open it up.  He unzips it along the edge, and when he flips the flap over, he almost can’t believe his eyes.

            Sitting in the suitcase, shiny and a pretty shade of blue, is a spreader bar.  Blaine owns a freaking spreader bar.  Kurt swallows around the lump in his throat, stirrings of arousal sparking in his lower stomach and groin.  He reaches a hand out to touch, only to nearly die of a heart attack when another hand grabs his wrist before he can reach it.

            He turns to find Blaine kneeling behind him, his eyes dangerously dark and his hair sexy in its sleep-ruffled state.

            “I see you found my best kept secret,” he says, voice rough from sleep and something more.

            “I…didn’t mean to pry, sorry, I just…” Kurt can’t look away from Blaine’s gaze, mesmerized by this man he realizes he knows almost nothing about.

            “Do you like it?” Blaine asks, his voice so low and quiet Kurt can feel his ears straining to pick up on the sounds.

            “I…I don’t know,” he whispers, his eyes fluttering closed as Blaine kisses the side of his neck gently; the closet is too small for both of them and yet the proximity is just right.  “I’ve never…never thought about it before.  Not really, anyways.”

            “What does that mean?” Blaine questions, bringing his hand up to Kurt’s face and causing him to open his eyes.  He fixes Kurt with a look of such genuine interest and desire that Kurt can’t help but answer earnestly, longing to please him.

            “I loved being tied up.  I always wanted to try it I just…never found someone I was comfortable enough with to do it.  But last night was so amazing, I…I want more.”

            Blaine’s lips are on his then, his hands pulling at Kurt’s hips to turn him around, everything gentle but so, so sure, and Kurt melts a bit only to whine in discomfort when the edge of the suitcase digs uncomfortably into his back.

            Blaine is standing and pulling him up before Kurt even realizes.  He grips Blaine’s biceps to stave off the slight head rush he gets, even though Blaine is holding him steady.

            They stay like that for a moment, Blaine’s arms winding around Kurt’s waist to rest about his ass, Kurt still holding onto his upper arms, their naked bodies slotted perfectly together.  Kurt is hypnotized by the man in front of him—so powerful, so strong and determined and controlled.  Controlling, his mind supplies.  And right then, Kurt realizes that he wants nothing more than to be completely taken over by Blaine, to give him everything and take whatever he’s willing to provide.

            “Blaine,” he mutters, resting their foreheads together.

            “I’ve got you, babe,” Blaine answers, leaning in to peck him on the lips before easing them out of the closet and over to the bed.  He lays Kurt down, hovering over him, very loosely straddling him and barely allowing their bodies to touch.  He leans down to kiss and suck along Kurt’s neck, their chests only just grazing when their inhales match up.  Kurt feels himself beginning to crave Blaine’s attention everywhere, needing him to touch.

            “Please, I…I need…” Kurt whimpers, crying out softly when Blaine’s lips secure over his collarbone and just suck.  Kurt knows it’s going to create a dark bruise; he can’t wait to feel marked all over, to see Blaine’s possession take a physical form.

            “Shhh, I know what you need, babe, and I’ll give it to you.  But you have to listen first, okay?” Blaine waits for Kurt to nod his head, all the while pressing kisses to each hickey he sucked into Kurt’s flawless skin.  “I need to you tell me ‘yellow’ if things are a bit too intense and you want me to slow down or take a break, and I need you to tell me ‘red’ if you want me to stop completely.  Can you do that for me?”

            Somewhere in the back of Kurt’s mind, he wonders if this is too much.  He’s nervous to give himself up so completely to someone he’s only known for a short amount of time, wonders if he’s too trusting.  But when Blaine’s eyes soften and he smiles down at him, Kurt knows he’s safe.  He nods and smiles back, leaning up to reach Blaine’s lips.

            “Kurt,” Blaine says, stopping their mouths from touching by moving his head back slightly.  He ignores Kurt’s whine of disapproval.  “I need to hear you say it, okay?  Just say it out loud, and I’m all yours.”

            “Yes, yes, I can do that for you,” Kurt pleads, grabbing Blaine’s neck and forcing him down for a kiss, trying not to join in when Blaine huffs out an amused laugh before giving in.  They kiss for a moment, tongues sliding softly against each other, erotic and sweet all at once, before Blaine pulls away and places Kurt’s hands above his head.

            “Stay,” he commands, and chills run down Kurt’s body.  He stills instantly and watches with steady eyes as Blaine moves back into the closet.  He has to restrain himself from arching his hips up when Blaine returns with the shoebox, the spreader bar, and the cock ring.  Is Blaine really going to use all of that on him at once?  He can’t tell if he’s more aroused or terrified by the thought, although the way his dick hardens further provides him with a pretty simple answer.

            “Blaine,” he moans and Blaine busies himself selecting a vibrator.  Blaine doesn’t even look at him when he speaks.

            “I didn’t tell you you could talk, Kurt.”  Kurt almost wishes there isn’t adoration in Blaine’s voice; he wishes he could experience Blaine in complete and total control, without an ounce of mercy.  But he knows neither of them are ready for that, and appreciates Blaine being able to read the situation and Kurt so well.

            Kurt holds back his moans when he seems that Blaine has picked the thickest vibrator: not too long, but heavy and wide in girth, enough to provide a bigger stretch than Kurt has ever known.  Blaine smirks, still not looking at Kurt, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to him.  He sets the vibrator on the bed next to Kurt, finally glancing at Kurt’s face.

            Kurt feels his breath hitch, unable to look away, even as Blaine traces a finger up and down his cock, never breaking eye contact.

            “You’re beautiful, Kurt,” he mutters, still teasing, a smile playing on his lips.  “I can’t wait to take you apart and piece you back together.  You don’t even know what you’re in for…god, you don’t know what you do to me.”

            Kurt wishes he was allowed to speak, just to tell Blaine how much he loves this, how much he wants it, wants all the things Blaine is talking about giving to him and so much more.  He hopes that Blaine knows, though, just from the look in his eyes, and when Blaine dives in to ravish his mouth, he thinks his eyes have conveyed the message clearly enough.  Blaine wraps his hand around Kurt’s erection, still taking everything from his mouth.  Kurt’s arms are starting to hurt from holding them above his head, and he whines into the kiss, trembling from holding them up and keeping his hips still.

            Blaine releases him suddenly and Kurt almost cries out at the loss of his mouth and his hand.  Blaine is tugging at his arms, and Kurt realizes he’s giving him permission to rest them at his sides, which he does gratefully, fingers pressing into his thighs and resisting the urge to move to his cock.

            Blaine positions him so that his legs are spread, knees bent up and hole exposed.  He reaches to retrieve the cock ring from the bedside table, holding it up where Kurt can see.

            “This okay?” Blaine asks, his smirk revealing that he knows just how okay it is.  All Kurt does is nod and whine a little, biting down hard on his lip and digging his nails into his thighs when Blaine teasingly pushes it down around his cock and balls.

            Blaine leans down to nip lightly at the base of his dick, right above the ring, before soothing it with his tongue.

            “Nnngh,” Kurt groans out, his fingers gripping into his skin even harder, no doubt leaving harsh marks from his nails. Blaine’s head peeks up from its place between Kurt’s legs and grins up at Kurt.

            “Sounds like someone’s having a hard time not making any noise,” he says in what would be a menacing voice if it weren’t for the soft kisses he pressed to Kurt’s thigh after speaking.  “I do have a few ball gags hidden away—I guess you didn’t find them when you were snooping around in my closet.  Is that something you want to try, or do you think you can be quiet for me?”

            Kurt’s mind races with images of gags, forcing him not to speak, to barely utter a sound.  But he’s scared, and Blaine, sensing his hesitation and somehow knowing exactly what Kurt’s boundaries are, chuckles lightly and sucks a light hickey onto Kurt’s hip.

            “It’s okay, you don’t have to.  It was just a thought, but this is all new for you, and we’ll start slow.  We can work up to the bigger stuff.”  Kurt wants to grab his face and kiss him for that, but he stays still, just like he was asked to.  He wants so badly to obey, and if he can’t keep quiet all that well, he’s sure as hell not going to move until he’s told to.

            Blaine suckles a bit at the head of Kurt’s cock before pulling off and reaching for the bottle of lube that Kurt doesn’t remember him getting.  It’s not the flavored one, although Kurt supposes they wouldn’t need that one, so it makes sense.  He forgets his train of thought anyway when Blaine reaches a slicked up finger down to his hole and immediately slides it in.

            Kurt bites down on his tongue to keep from crying out, forcing himself to only let out small huffs of breath as Blaine works his finger in and out rapidly, teasing along the rim and pressing as deep as he can before hurrying to add a second.  Kurt doesn’t even feel the slight burn he usually associates with a bigger stretch, too distracted by the perfect fit of Blaine’s fingers in him and the painful ache of his restricted cock.

            When Blaine presses in with three fingers and quickly crooks them just right, Kurt can’t help but moan out.

            “God, please, please, please Blaine, let me come, I can’t, I can’t, oh, oh, please!”  Kurt’s nails are gripping so hard that his skin is close to breaking, and he almost screams when he feels Blaine pull his fingers out, leaving him empty and desperately longing for any kind of stimulation and for that fucking ring to come off.

            Blaine’s eyebrows burrow and he frowns slightly at the sight of Kurt’s hands at his thighs, the skin red and angry crescent shapes marring them.  Without a word, he gets off the bed, wipes his lube-covered fingers off on a tissue and goes to the closet, coming back with two ties.

            “Yesss,” Kurt breathes out as Blaine extracts his hands from himself and brings them above his head, tying him to the posts. Kurt doesn’t even bother tugging, knowing the knots are tight and sure.

            “Shush, you,” Blaine says sweetly, but his dark eyes tell Kurt he means it.  Kurt makes a promise to himself right then and there to absolutely do whatever Blaine tells him to, because it means he’ll be that much closer to being allowed to come.

            Blaine moves away and reaches down to the floor, and Kurt’s eyes go wide when he sees that Blaine is picking up the spreader bar.  He wants to moan but knows he shouldn’t, so he pleads with his eyes and hopes Blaine understands.

            “I take it you’re up for this?” Blaine asks, sincerity holding strong in his voice.  He beams when Kurt nods emphatically.  “I had a feeling you really liked this, seeing the way you were looking at it when you found it.  You just wanted to touch so badly.  And now you get to try it on.”

            Kurt wants to push his hips up to encourage Blaine to touch him where he desperately needs it, but Blaine only touches his ankles as he shifts the bar into place and straps Kurt in, one foot at a time.  Kurt whimpers at the slight muscle strain in his thighs, surprising himself by how much he loves this, how much he feels he needs this.  Blaine presses a kiss to each of his ankles and Kurt feels himself melt a little into the bed.

            The sweetness is short lived, however, when Blaine’s grin turns devilish and he grabs the vibrator and the lube, slicking his fingers back up and instantly bringing them to rub at Kurt’s rim before pressing back inside.  Kurt bites at his lips again to keep from letting out any noise, Blaine’s fingers stretching him perfectly before pulling out, the head of the toy immediately taking their place. 

Kurt must be more out of it than he realizes, because he didn’t even notice Blaine slicking up the vibrator, but there it is, pressing wetly into him, still turned off.  It stretches him wide and it almost hurts; there’s a slight sting that is instantly soothed when Blaine moves down to lick around Kurt’s expanded hole, the toy pressed all the way in.  Kurt shifts slightly to adjust before remembering he isn’t supposed to move, and Blaine moves his head up to kiss at Kurt’s hips, ensuring him that his small infraction didn’t matter.

Blaine presses the spreader bar a bit closer to Kurt’s body, forcing his legs to strain that much more, before toggling the knob at the bottom of the toy, turning it on and up to three.  Kurt let’s out a small “ah!” before pressing his lips hard together to resist making more noise.  Blaine pulls the vibrator out barely and inch before pushing it back in slowly, clicking it up to four accidentally and deciding to leave it there.

Kurt’s breathing has turned heavy as his hips thrust so slightly that he isn’t even aware of the movement.  He stares up at Blaine as the older man drinks in the sight of him, making Kurt smile at how turned on Blaine is.

“You are so unbelievably hot,” Blaine says, eyes flickering back down to Kurt’s ass to watch the toy stretch him.  He presses his fingers against the base for a moment, startling Kurt with the way it makes the toy press even deeper into him, the vibrations hard against every inch.  He removes his fingers and looks back up and Kurt’s face, licking his lips and seemingly settling on something.

Before Kurt can wonder what it is, he has his answer.  Blaine moves to straddles his chest, tilting Kurt’s chin up so that the tip of his erection rests on his bottom lip.

“Suck me, beautiful,” he commands, and Kurt complies immediately as Blaine feeds him his dick, pressing in quickly and moaning at the suction of Kurt’s mouth and the hot, wet slide of his tongue.  “Can I fuck you like this?  Would you like that, Kurt?  All tied up, legs spread and my toy as deep as can be in you, my cock down your throat, using you?  Please tell me I can.”

Kurt just moans around his mouthful of cock, trying to nod his head but only succeeding in dribbling some spit down his chin.  Blaine sighs in relief and moves a hand to Kurt’s hair, gripping lightly and beginning to thrust.

At first his thrusts are tame, only shallowly pressing into him, barely filling his mouth.  Kurt almost whines, wanting to really feel it, but Blaine seems to be one step ahead of him as he suddenly picks up his speed, pressing in further every time and pulling at Kurt’s hair a little bit harder.  Obscene slurping sounds and Blaine’s pants and groans ricochet around the room, saliva sliding down Kurt’s neck.  He loves the feel of it, loves every feeling he’s experiencing: the raw rub against his wrists, the strain in his thighs from being spread, the hard vibration he’s being forced to endure.  He even loves the painful ache in his cock for release, which he can tell he won’t be getting any time soon.

Blaine continues to fuck his throat for what seems like ages, Kurt’s mouth feeling sore and abused, his lips stretched and shiny and so, so red.  He wishes he could see himself.  He thinks of asking Blaine to take a picture of him, after he comes down his throat, maybe with a bit of Blaine’s come on his face.  He moans around Blaine’s dick at the image, and suddenly Blaine is all the way down his throat, gripping his hair tightly, hips pumping lightly as he pulses his come into Kurt’s mouth.  He actually does pull out and spurt the last of it across Kurt’s cheek, and if Kurt weren’t so turned on and desperate he would wonder more in depth about whether or not Blaine might actually be able to read minds.

He doesn’t get to ask about the picture, though, because a) he remembers he’s not allowed to talk and b) Blaine has quickly recovered from his slumped over aftershocks and is making his way down Kurt’s body.  He looks up at Kurt once, winking evilly, before sinking his mouth all the way down on his cock, lips stretched right above the metal preventing Kurt from coming.

And command not to make sound be damned, Kurt screams.  he screams and manages to thrust a bit up into Blaine’s mouth before Blaine’s strong arms are forcing him to stay down, and he keeps screaming as his balls throb and yearn to come, and he’s still screaming when Blaine pulls off after a particularly hard suck to the head of Kurt’s cock, reaches down to turn the dial of the vibrator to its highest level of 12, and wraps a hand around Kurt’s dick to tug the cock ring off.

Screaming and writhing, Kurt comes, hard and heavy across his stomach, some of it reaching past his nipples and collecting at his neck, untouched and uninhibited.  He’s not sure when he stops screaming, because his vision blurs and goes black for a moment before he can register anything past the absolutely mind blowing orgasm he just experienced.

When he opens his eyes again, he notices a lot of things at once.  He notices that his legs are no longer attached to the bar, his ass is empty (albeit still sore and open, and definitely still slick), he’s not tied to the bed, his face and body have been wiped clean, and his body is being cradled into someone’s side.

“Hey there, welcome back to earth,” Blaine teases, petting Kurt’s hair and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“That…was…Blaine, i—“

“Shhh, just sleep now, love,” Blaine whispers, turning Kurt away from him and settling himself behind him to spoon.  “We can talk about it once we’ve both rested a bit.”

“M’kay,” Kurt answers, realizing he’s way too sated and sleepy to argue.  Just as he drifts off, his mind snags on what Blaine just called him.  Love, he had said.  Kurt quite likes that.