Kurt awoke to the bed dipping as Blaine rolled out of it. He watched with sleepy eyes as Blaine pulled on shorts, a tank top and his running shoes. Blaine walked over, dropping a soft kiss on Kurt's cheek before leaving. 

Rolling onto his back, Kurt stretched, feeling delightfully lazy and loving that it was only Saturday morning. They had a whole weekend stretched out before them to enjoy. 

The last couple weeks had been so wonderful. Being with Blaine fully. Waking up together, cuddling and talking. Coming home to each other, cooking dinner, laughing, talking, cuddling more while watching movies or TV. It all felt so easy, comfortable, perfect. And then walking hand in hand to the bedroom at night. It still sent a thrill of anticipation through him every time. 

Kurt's hand ran down his chest, and he cupped his morning erection, stroking it slowly. And then he got a wonderful idea.

***

Blaine loved the park close to their apartment. It was large enough to for a good run, but not as busy as Central Park. The soft morning light was starting to heat up the day, but it wasn't too bad yet. Ducks and geese were swimming in the pond, and he laughed at a dog barking at them on the bank, the birds disregarding his threat completely.

His feet hit the ground in a regular beat, and his mind went into a meditative space when he ran. Later, they were going to be hanging out with Elliott, and he wondered if it would feel awkward. Blaine hadn't seen him much lately at work. Would Elliott be OK with Kurt being with Blaine now? 

The run helped eased his tension and clear his mind though. He walked back into the apartment building, knowing that he needed to trust Kurt's instinct on this. He knew Elliott far better than Blaine did.

Opening the apartment door, he was surprised when Kurt was standing right there, grabbing his arm and hauling him inside. “Ah… what…?”

Kurt was pushing Blaine against the wall of the entranceway, his mouth silencing Blaine with a deep, hard kiss. Blaine's hands came up, grabbing Kurt's shoulders, finding him wearing only a bathrobe, returning the kiss. Kurt's hands were busy, sliding up under his tank top, peeling the fabric away from his sweaty skin, and soon pulling the shirt off Blaine, licking along his collarbone. Blaine could only moan, caught up in the heat in Kurt's eyes. 

Turning Blaine around, Kurt pushed him against the wall again, pressing his body along the back of Blaine's, grinding his erect cock against Blaine's ass as he bit the nape of his neck. 

“Fuck, Kurt….” Blaine groaned, pushing his hips back to feel Kurt press harder against him.

Then, Kurt was on his knees, pulling Blaine's shorts off, letting his hands slide up his strong thighs, kissing the sweaty, hair roughened skin. Grabbing Blaine's ass, he pushed his face right between his legs. It was dirty, sweaty, sexy, and Kurt couldn't get enough. He'd had this fantasy every time Blaine had come back from his run, looking sexy and sweaty, in need of a shave. Reaching around, he grabbed Blaine's cock, loving how hard it was and the way he moaned, his knees giving a little at the sensation. 

Turning Blaine around again, Kurt kept stroking his cock, looking up at him, loving the darkness of his hazel eyes, his sweaty body, messy hair, five o'clock shadow. So fucking sexy. Kissing the head of his cock once, Kurt let go, and slipped the thick bathrobe off, spreading it out on the floor. He grabbed a condom from the pocket, and held it up to Blaine.

“Would you fuck me, Blaine? I really need you…” Turning around, he dropped on all fours, sticking his ass out. 

Behind him, he could hear the sound of the condom package tearing open, and Blaine's soft moan, before he dropped to his knees behind Kurt, running his hand down Kurt's bare back. “Fuck, Kurt…. You are all ready for me, aren't you…” Blaine's finger was rubbing over Kurt's lubed ass.

“Yes, I was thinking of your hot, sweaty body as you were running. I was prepping myself, picturing your cock, imaging you fucking me…”

Kurt moaned as Blaine pushed into his ass, holding still, wanting it all. Dropping his head down to the floor, he felt totally exposed, totally available to Blaine. After giving Kurt time to adjust, Blaine held Kurt's hips, his strokes slow, steady, deep. They both wanted it to last. This angle was perfect, Blaine rubbing against the best spot inside Kurt, making his cock twitch at the sensation. 

Soon, they were both sweaty, and Blaine's hands were on Kurt's shoulders, pulling him back hard with each snap of his hips, fucking hard and fast. Blaine loved looking down at Kurt's back, and down to his gorgeous ass, watching as he took Blaine's cock for stroke after stroke. 

“So fucking beautiful. So good….” Blaine moaned, reaching down to hold Kurt's cock in his hand, letting him slide back and forth with their thrusts. Kurt gasped, his whole body tensing. Blaine knew he was close, and stroked Kurt's cock faster, wanting to feel him cum, wanting to feel his ass clench around his cock as his pleasure took him. “Yes, baby, cum for me. Cum for me with my cock up your tight, hot little ass.” 

Kurt moaned, shuddering at Blaine's words, and a couple strokes later, his back arched. Blaine pushed deep and pulled Kurt up so he was kneeling, kissing his neck while he kept stroking Kurt's cock. 

“Oh yes…. Fuck Blaine…. Yes…” Kurt shuddered, leaning back against Blaine's chest when he came. Blaine bit into Kurt's neck, watching as his cum shot out onto the bathrobe.  So crazy, sexy, beautiful…

Pushing Kurt forward, Blaine grabbed Kurts's hips again and within a few thrusts he groaned, finding his peak. 

Blaine laid down on the floor beside Kurt, trying to catch his breath. Kurt smiled over at him, and leaned over to give him a kiss. “I can't tell you how long I'd had that fantasy.” 

Blaine's eyebrows arched. “Really?”

Kurt nodded. “Oh yeah… I guess it's a variation of the dirty guy fantasy. You know, like the sweaty dirty mechanic or the sweaty smoke-smudged fireman.” 

Blaine laughed. “And you used to work at your Dad's auto shop! Are you telling me you were fantasizing about your co-workers the whole time?” 

Scrunching up his face in distaste, Kurt laughed. “Most fantasies don't hold up to reality. But if I ran into car trouble while on a road trip, and ended up in a dusty, dirty town and the mechanic just happened to be a dusty dirty Charlie Hunnam, looking all dishy like he does on Sons of Anarchy, I might be tempted.”

“Hmmmmm…. Duly noted. Well, you have certainly put a different spin on my running. Now I'll probably be running with a hard-on, wondering if you will be waiting for me like this when I get home.” 

Kurt got up, offering a hand to Blaine. “It will be fun to surprise you this way, once in a while.” He grabbed the bathrobe off the floor once Blaine stood up. “Go ahead and shower. I'll start on breakfast and you can finish up while I shower, OK?”

Blaine nodded, smiling as he headed to the bathroom. He had never seen Kurt when he'd worked in the auto shop, and tried to imagine a dirty mechanic version of Kurt. Dirty, sweaty, in grease stained overalls, and maybe a bandana covering his hair. 

Stepping into the hot shower, Blaine thought maybe he'd have to convince Kurt to reenact that sometime…

***

“Are you sure this is OK? I've heard this place is crazy expensive, Kurt.” Blaine held open the door as Kurt walked through.

Kurt smiled back at Blaine, grabbing his hand. “Oh relax. Elliott loves having people to do this kind of stuff with. Plus it will be good for you two to hang out together outside of work.”

Blaine laughed. “Three gay men hanging out together in a steam room. Sounds like a really great way to get to know each other better.” He waggled his eyebrows. 

“Oh come on, he's probably already waiting for us.” Kurt pulled Blaine along. Blaine still couldn't get over being able to hold hands with Kurt wherever they went. It didn't even get a second look in New York. There were times he didn't miss the Midwest at all.

The spa was dimly lit, with a warm glow. Everything was tan, warm browns, high ceilings and old world charm. Blaine felt like he had stepped into the past. 

Sitting in the lobby on a tan leather sofa, Elliott sat in one of his dress down outfits. Faded jeans with tears in both knees, a black hoodie, and a black baseball cap with a small white icon on the front. When Blaine looked closer, he realized it was a little icon of the Blues Brothers. He looked like a regular young guy you'd walk past on the street everyday. 

Elliott jumped up, giving Kurt a hug hello. Turning to Blaine, there was only a moment's hesitation, and he was giving Blaine a quick hug also. Blaine's eyebrows rose in surprise. Before this, he and Elliott had only had a friendly working relationship for the past few months, and only shaken hands. The other surprising thing was how big he was, not only in height but also in the width of his shoulders. The guy was almost a half-foot taller than Blaine. 

“This is going to be so awesome! I've been reading the brochure!” Elliott was smiling widely, sitting down again and waving the guys into the other chairs.

Kurt nodded his head. “I read about it in Vogue ages ago. Never had a chance to come before.” 

Elliott opened the brochure again. “Listen to this… you can choose to soak in a tub of red wine, cava, milk or citrus.”

“What is cava?” Blaine asked, trying to imagine if he'd like to soak in any of those things. It sounded more like a marinade for chicken.

“It's a sparkling Spanish wine.” Elliott said, his nose buried back into the brochure. “Then there's a 90 minute massage and you can pick between one with warm candle wax and essential oils, followed by ‘a relaxing facial massage using the techniques of oriental sticks'.”

“Hot wax and being poked with chopsticks.” Blaine summarized, earning a glare from Kurt.

“Or they exfoliate you with a mixture of grape seeds, grape oil and brown sugar, followed by a grape seed body wrap, and then a massage with grape body butter.”

“Sounds kind of like making dolmades, you know those little Greek rolls made out of grape leaves, rice and olive oil.” Blaine rubbed his stomach.

“And then you get to try out all the pools… they go from 46 F to 102 F.” 

Kurt turned to Blaine. “So, do you want the warm candle wax and sticks, or the grape one?” 

Blaine shrugged his shoulders. “The grape one, I think.” Probably because he was feeling a bit hungry, and was craving greek food.

“I'm going to try the soak in red wine.” Elliott put the brochure in his pocket. 

Kurt put his hand on E's arm. “I've always wanted to try a milk bath since I heard Cleopatra used to do them.” 

Within minutes, they were whisked into the spa interior by attentive staff. The luxurious spa wasn't that large, and only fit about 20 customers at a time. The brightly lit pools glowed in the centre of the large space, with curtained areas with massage tables disbursed around the parameter. Curtains and dramatic soft lighting made it seem like stepping into an ancient bath in Rome or Constantinople. 

Separating for their treatments, Blaine didn't see them again until them were done, and they had 90 minutes to try the famous thermal bath experience. The staff explained the roman baths, from the hottest Caldarium to the Frigidarium. After experimenting with all of them, Blaine liked the Flotarium best, feeling very buoyant in the salt water. 

Kurt joined him in there, floating on their backs and staring at the high ceilings. Blaine felt very serene, very at peace.

That is, until a wave of water splashed over his face. Blaine rolled over, easily standing in the shallow pool, looking around to find a smirking Elliott nearby in the pool. 

Elliott shrugged. “I couldn't help it! You looked like two happy otters, floating on your backs, holding hands.” 

Kurt laughed, looking down at his chest. “I'm hardly an otter. Blaine maybe.” 

Blaine looked down, and shrugged his shoulders. “I guess.” Nodding over at Kurt, he said, ”You used to be a twink, and now you are a twunk.” 

Elliott held out his fist towards Blaine, and he bumped it, while Kurt gave them his best bitch face. 

Getting out of the pool, Elliott grabbed a towel, rubbing it over his wet skin. “Hey guys, what would you call me?” 

Blaine and Kurt looked up at Elliott from where they leaned against the side of the pool. From this vantage point, Elliott looked even taller than his 6'1 height. His black bathing suit was more like black boxer briefs, and fit him pretty snugly. He had moderate amounts of body hair; his chest hair man-scaped so there wasn't too much. Lightly tanned and muscular, there wasn't much wrong with the vision before them. 

Blaine whistled. “I'll call you whatever you want me to call you, darling, as long as you call me.” 

Kurt laughed along with Blaine, as Elliott mockingly fanned his face and batted his eyelashes, and then kept them laughing with some cheeky body builder poses. 

Once changed back into their street clothes, they paused outside the building. 

Blaine looked over at a nearby restaurant. “Is it just me, or is everyone starving?” 

Elliott groaned. “Oh yes, so, so hungry. I sat in a wine bath, and then had food rubbed all over my skin for a few hours.” 

“OK, I'm good for anything, but not anything too cream-based. I've had enough of milky stuff for the day.” Kurt looked around, trying to think of nearby restaurants he liked. “Oh, how about Arusha? Do you guys like Ethiopian food?”

“Hey, I didn't know that they had food in Ethiopia.” Blaine quipped. 

“This will be a quick meal. I'll just order two empty plates and we can leave.” Elliott was quick to finish the quote, and they grinned at each other.

Kurt rolled his eyes, and led the way to the restaurant. Partway through the meal, he was wondering what he was thinking, getting them together. They were like two teenage boys; thinking their jokes were hilarious, making bad puns out of the food names of the flat sourdough bread, injera, and the spicy stew, wot. 

Plus, the food was eaten without utensils. Instead, you would tear off pieces of injera and scoop the food up with it, and eating both together. After a few beers, they weren't as coordinated using the injera and both had stew doting their shirts.

“Wot is on your shirt, Elliott.” Blaine pointed at Elliott's shirt.

Elliott pointed right back. “No, wot's on your shirt.”

Abbott and Costello were rolling over in their graves.

“Seriously though, did you try out the Frigidarium? 50 F, and you can only stay a max of 10 minutes.” Kurt tried to get an actual conversation going. 

“I only lasted a minute. The staff kicked me out because I'm so hot, they couldn't keep the pool the right temperature.” Elliott smirked. 

Kurt rolled his eyes, touching his finger to Elliott's arm and making a sizzling noise.

Blaine smiled. “I was in there for about five minutes, really trying to get the experience. I don't think my balls will ever be the same. And that's after being in the Boilatarium afterwards.” 

“Caldarium.” Kurt corrected. “Well, how about we go home and I'll see if I can help you at all with that.” Leaning over, he nudged his shoulder against Blaine's.

“Sheesh! All this PDA, guys! Hand holding in pools and now shoulder rubbing in restaurants. Perverts.” Elliott smiled as he pushed his chair back, and stood up. “Thanks for the dinner. Quite tasty.”

Kurt gave him a light hug, trying to keep his shirt from getting wot on it from Elliott's. “Thanks for the fantastic spa day. That place was gorgeous.” 

Blaine wasn't as tentative, giving Elliott had hard hug, with alcohol-enhanced friendliness.

Elliott smiled over at Kurt, patting Blaine's back. “See, your boy Blaine knows how to give a real hug. None of that namby-pamby shit like you were just dishing out.” 

“Sorry, but I love my Alexander McQueen shirt more than I love you, Elliott. I've been meaning to tell you for awhile now.” Kurt smiled as he grabbed Blaine's arm, pulling him towards the exit. 

Elliott's driver was waiting at the curb, and Kurt watched with affection as Elliott clambered into the vehicle. It had been a good day, and he was glad these two important men in his life got along so well. 

***

In the apartment, Blaine was kissing the back of Kurt's neck before he could even get his shoes off. “I want to touch and taste every inch of your skin, Kurt. I want to feel how silky smooth it is from the treatments today…” 

Kurt moaned, pushing back against Blaine. Blaine grabbed his hips, grinding his half-hard cock against Kurt's ass, and then reaching around to cup Kurt, running his hands along the zipper of his jeans. 

“Oh, fuck, yes….” Kurt ‘s hands went back to dig into Blaine's curls, loving the feel of his mouth on his skin. 

Blaine pushed them forward, guiding them to the bedroom. Once there, he undressed Kurt slowly and laid him on the bed, reverently. Then he slowly stripped, and stood before Kurt naked, gorgeous. Kurt's eyes glittered as he took in the view.

Crawling onto the bed, Blaine dipped his head down to kiss Kurt firmly. Lifting up, he gazed down into his eyes. “Kurt, tonight I'd like to try something a little different, if you are up for it. Please be honest.” 

Kurt nodded, smiling. “You have me intrigued, Mr. Anderson. Tell me more.” 

Blaine's eyes took on a darker look. “Kurt, I want to blindfold you, and tie you up. Nothing painful, I promise…. No whips and chains. Would that be OK?”

Looking at Blaine's eager expression, knowing that this was a big fantasy of his, Kurt nodded. “Yes, Blaine. I trust you. But should we have a safe word, just in case things get a little too intense?”

Blaine sat down on the bed, taking Kurt's hand in his, stroking along the smooth skin. “Yes. A common way is to use colors, like green means good, yellow means slow down and red means stop. Or we could use other words if you want.” 

Taking a deep breath, Kurt let it out slowly. He'd never done anything like this with a previous lover, and it was scary, but also exciting. He nodded. “The colors will work, I think.” 

Blaine jumped off the bed. “I'll be back in a second.” He raced back to his bedroom, rummaging around a little, and then came back with a small black plastic bag. 

Pulling a black satin blindfold out of the bag, Blaine walked over to the bed. “Let's get this on you first.” Kurt lifted his head off the bed, and Blaine tied it snugly, making sure Kurt couldn't see anything. 

“Comfortable, Kurt?” Blaine's voice was soft, but with a growly edge to it that pinged the arousal inside Kurt. 

“Yes.” Kurt licked his lips. 

Kurt listened as Blaine moved around the room, trying to identify the small sounds. He found the wait exciting, anticipation growing. 

“Roll over onto your stomach, Kurt.” Blaine's voice came from surprisingly close by. Kurt rolled over, centering himself facedown on the bed. Blaine reached over, moving the pillows out of the way. 

Blaine's hand took Kurt's left hand, stretching his arm out towards the corner of the bed. Kurt felt something wrapping around his wrist, and the sound of a buckle being fastened. Blaine moved around to the other side of the bed, and repeated it with his other wrist. 

The headboard was wrought iron, with many sturdy spindles. Blaine had always appreciated the many possibilities of it, and tonight he was able to easily attach a cord from Kurt's wrist cuff and the other end of the cord to the headboard. Soon, the other side was attached as well, spreading out Kurt perfectly.

“Still comfortable?” Blaine rested a hand on Kurt's back gently, looking down at his face, half hidden by the mask. It was erotic having Kurt in the mask, but Blaine missed being able to see his expressive eyes. But he could tell it was working for Kurt for now, so he left it on. 

“Yes. Hmmm… Am I supposed to call you Master or Sir or something like that?” Kurt grinned.

“No, unless you want to.” Blaine playful spanked Kurt's ass once, making him jump. “Are you still green? Everything OK so far?”

Kurt pondered a minute. “Yes. It's green.” His voice was soft.

Blaine went back to his bag of tricks, and pulled out a couple items. 

Getting back onto the bed, he knelt beside Kurt. Teasingly, he made sweeping motions over Kurt's back, watching as Kurt shuddered at the sensation.

“Mmmmm… is that a feather?” Kurt asked, a little breathless.

Blaine smiled. “It's a little feather applicator. I'm putting some honey dust on your skin.” 

Playing around with different strokes, Blaine tickled the applicator down Kurt's spine, along his ribs, up the backs of his legs, along his arms. Kurt never knew where he was going to stroke next, and was finding his skin was tingling with sensation, more sensitive than normal. Like every nerve ending was waking up. 

“I think that's enough honey dust for now. I've gotten it all over you. I better clean it up…” Blaine said softly.

And then his lips were kissing and licking along Kurt's arm, tracing over his shoulders, down the other arm. Exploring down his back, and up Kurt's legs. Slow, thorough, such light little kisses and licks against his skin. 

Kurt was moaning, grinding against the mattress, his breath coming in little pants. Being blindfolded and restrained just made it hotter, delicious torture. He couldn't tell where Blaine would lick and touch next, and he was totally at his mercy. 

Blaine spent a long time on Kurt's ass. Running his hands over the roundness of each cheek, playing along the crack of his ass, and slipping light fingertips over his taint and around his asshole. He grabbed the feather applicator, swirled it over his skin, and traced the patterns with those little kisses and licks. 

“So beautiful, Kurt. Your skin is like silk. Maybe Cleopatra was onto something with her milk baths.” Blaine's voice was a little raspy. 

Kurt could only moan. He'd never felt so aroused, every nerve ending tingling. 

“Let's turn you over.” Blaine reached up, undoing the attachments to the headboard. With gentle hands, he rolled Kurt over, and kissed him. Kurt returned the kiss eagerly, so aroused, pressing his body up against Blaine's. 

Blaine chuckled. “Slow down, Kurt.” He reattached the cords, so Kurt was spread again. Blaine put a pillow below his head. 

“Comfortable? Still green?” 

“Yes, yes….” Kurt's voice was a little rough. 

Blaine smiled, and proceeded with dusting swirling patterns over Kurt's beautiful alabaster skin, knowing he was going to be sucking and kissing all these places soon. He took his time, appreciating the way Kurt's collarbone jutted out, the curve of his shoulder, the edge of his ribcage, the inside of his knee. 

By the time he had retraced the patterns with his mouth, Kurt was a writhing, moaning mess. Blaine smiled down, admiring how Kurt's skin flushed with arousal. 

Undoing the blindfold, Blaine looked down into Kurt's eyes, loving to see the heat there. 

“Is it OK if I suck you off now?” Blaine asked, taking a couple pillows and making sure Kurt was propped up comfortably.

“Fuck yes… Blaine…” Kurt moaned, arching his back, pulling against the restraints. 

“Still green?” Blaine eyed the restraints, wanting to keep them on Kurt, but willing to take them off if Kurt was uncomfortable.

Kurt blinked, wrapping his hands around the cords attached to his wrist cuffs. “Yes.”

Blaine's breath caught at that erotic sight. Seeing Kurt holding onto the restraints, accepting them. “Fuck, Kurt, you look so beautiful, so sexy, like this.”

Lying between Kurt's legs, Blaine stroked his hands up and down his inner thighs, loving the feel of his smooth skin, the light leg hair, and his muscles. Kurt spread his legs, giving Blaine full access, watching his every move. Kissing and nibbling, Blaine worked from one knee and up along Kurt's inner thigh, until his face was in his leg crease, Kurt's cock pressed against his cheek. 

Kurt groaned in complaint when Blaine moved down to repeat this, starting with his other knee. This time, when he reached the top of Kurt's leg, Blaine laid his cheek against Kurt's hip, and wrapped his hand around his cock. Blaine stroked him slowly, rubbing the precum all over the head, making it shiny and slick. His skin was even silkier here, covering such hardness and heat. Blaine moved closer to lick the skin at the base, and his fingers continued their slow, teasing exploration. 

Kurt's hips lifted, and he groaned. “Please, Blaine… I need more…” 

Blaine looked up at Kurt, seeing his flushed skin, the need in his expression. It was so exciting, having Kurt like this. 

Kissing up the side of Kurt's cock, Blaine let the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, sucking, loving his taste. Slowly, he lowered his mouth, taking Kurt's thick cock deeper and deeper, feeling him slide along his tongue and to the back of his mouth. Relaxing his throat, he took Kurt deeper still, pushing down until his mouth was at the base, Kurt's cock fully in his mouth and throat. 

“Shit, Blaine….” Kurt whimpered, his hips lifting. 

Easing back, Blaine took Kurt's cock in shallower, faster strokes, his fingers encircling the base and stroking with his mouth. It was a rhythm he knew Kurt liked, and he was soon following the motions with his hips, moaning loudly. 

But when Kurt got close, Blaine pulled back, stroking Kurt's saliva-slick cock with his hand, and going down to lick over his balls, opening his mouth wide to suck one into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue. He played with the other similarly.

When Kurt had cooled down a little, Blaine went back to sucking Kurt, hard and deep, getting him gyrating on the mattress, until again Blaine pulled back, this time pushing Kurt's legs upwards. Kurt jumped when he felt Blaine kissed around his taint and his ass, moaning and twisting to give him the best access possible. 

When Blaine returned to sucking Kurt's cock in that incredible rhythm, Kurt was moaning steadily, his hips jumping with each flick of his tongue. He was a toy in the hands of Blaine, and loving every second of it. 

Blaine then surprised Kurt by stopping, and crawling up the bed to undo the cords from the headboard, and then undoing Kurt's wrist cuffs. He rubbed Kurt's wrists, but they were in good shape. 

Getting off the bed, Blaine pulled Kurt to stand beside him. Kurt was totally confused, still so aroused. 

Blaine sunk to his knees in front of Kurt, looking up at him, his eyes very dark. “Kurt, will you fuck my mouth? Use me?” 

Kurt's eyes widened at the request, and then he nodded, understanding. Shifting his feet to a stable position, he reached out, sinking his fingers into Blaine's curls. “Open your mouth, Blaine.” 

Blaine leaned forward, taking Kurt into his mouth, looking up at Kurt as he did so, his eyes full of desire. Kurt clenched his hands in Blaine's hair, giving it a little tug, and he could feel Blaine's moan around his cock. His hands went to Kurt's ass, sucking Kurt even deeper. 

Tilting Blaine's head up a little, Kurt pushed his cock in deeper with each thrust, knowing what Blaine wanted. With each thrust, he pushed in deeper, harder, and Blaine took it all. 

“Stroke yourself. I want you to come with me.” Kurt ordered, tugging on Blaine's curls again. One of Blaine's hands fell from his ass, and soon he was stroking his cock. 

Kurt's eyes closed, as he got closer. Blaine's mouth was incredible, sucking his cock so hard and so deep every time. And he could tell Blaine loved this, loved being on his knees. It was so hot. 

“Such a good little cocksucker.” Kurt moaned, pushing deep. “Going to give you such a mouthful of cum.” And the look of pleasure on Blaine's face pushed Kurt over the edge, moaning as he shot again and again, helpless against the strong sensations, his hands clenching in Blaine's hair. 

He fell back against the bed, panting. Blaine joined him a second later, smiling. 

“Holy shit, Blaine.” It was all Kurt could say, closing his eyes. He thought they had gone to extreme places together that day they spent in the Hamptons, but this had been even more intense. So dirty, but so wonderful. He never thought bow-tie wearing Blaine could have such a naughty side. His high school self would be scandalized. 

Blaine rolled to his side, looking down at Kurt with affectionate eyes. “Was it too much? Did I freak you out?” 

“I loved it. Really.” Kurt leaned over to give Blaine a slow kiss, one to show how connected he felt to Blaine. “It was so fucking hot.” 

He'd always wanted to try more adventurous things with previous lovers, but never felt comfortable enough, or that they were on the same page. It would have just been awkward and unfulfilling. But maybe knowing Blaine for so long, it made it easier to understand the unspoken things. It just worked. 

Blaine smiled again, kissing Kurt happily. “You looked amazing in those cuffs. I almost came from that alone. It's a long time fantasy.” 

Snuggling close, Kurt confessed, “I love being able to play like this with you. Let's try out other fantasies. They might not work out as spectacularly as this one did, but it's so fun to try.” 

Blaine stretched, looking completely amazing. “I'm so glad tomorrow's Sunday. Today was exhausting.” 

Kurt laughed, nudging against Blaine. “We had sex, got massaged, splashed around in some pools, and had sex again. Yeah, poor, poor us!” 

“Ahhhhhh, it's so much work, keeping you sexually satisfied.” Blaine moaned, until Kurt pushed him hard. 

“Go get me some ice water with two slices of lemon in it.” Kurt said imperiously. 

Blaine hopped out of bed, bowing mockingly, before he disappeared out the bedroom door. When he appeared a few minutes later with two glasses of water, with lemon, Kurt burst out laughing. 

“You are a nut.” Kurt said as he took one of the glasses and cuddled with Blaine against the headboard as they drank their water. 

***

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-Ethiopian Cuisine: All sorts of great info about injera and wot (sometimes spelled wat) here.