Within seconds the jeans lie in an unceremonious heap on the carpet. Kurt spent several moments drinking in the sight hovering inches before him, hands remaining lax at his sides upon the bed. A sliver of Blaine's tan, toned torso shone in the space between the hem of his shirt and the first ruffle of black lace. The muscle-etched "V" and dark-haired treasure trail sloped south, dipping tantalizingly beneath the fabric. Vibrant green silk stretched across the very visible outline of his already half-hard cock, and Kurt shuddered slightly with the knowledge that the head would inevitably peek out above that lacey waistline by the time Blaine reached full arousal. Silk wound snugly around Blaine's firm hips, accentuating every curve and angle. The dichotomy of masculine and feminine struck Kurt directly between the legs, causing his dick to begin twitching in earnest.

Maintaining the stare down at his boyfriend, a satisfied smirk continued to plaster Blaine's face while the older boy gaped unabashedly at the erection growing rapidly before him, still confined by its sinfully smooth casing. Blaine knew that his partial erection was already visible, and the feeling of straining against the constricting underwear only quickened the blood flow. Kurt's hands remained on the bed as he openly stared in silence, their increasingly ragged breathing serving as the soundtrack for this encounter. Finally Kurt spoke,

"Fuck," he positively purred, "you look so fucking hot, baby." His hands lifted off the bed and began absentmindedly petting Blaine's thighs, stroking up and down, ruffling the coarse hair. Blaine moaned softly at this contact, but the noises were cut off by Kurt's continued comments,

"Talk to me. Tell me how those pretty panties feel stretched over your cock."

Blaine sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down and suppressing a moan as more blood fled his brain in order to rush southward. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized the power-shift taking place in this situation. He registered that Kurt asked him a question, but all his focus currently lay with the feeling of Kurt's fingertips and the ever-increasing hardness between his legs. Suddenly Blaine felt the sharp press of thumbs against each hipbone and more digits digging into the flesh of each ass cheek. Surely there would be fingerprint-size bruises by morning. Groaning at the pleasurably painful sensation, he barely heard his boyfriend's voice,

"I told you to talk to me, Blaine."

Panting slightly, Blaine struggled to string together a couple of remotely cohesive thoughts. The subsequent verbal equivalents bordered on incoherent, but perhaps they would placate Kurt,

"S-so smooth... so soft... but t-tight. They don't fit right, so- AH!" Blaine squealed as Kurt dug the gripping fingers more firmly into his tender muscles.

"Continue," Kurt demanded softly, beginning to move his thumbs in circular motions over Blaine's jutting hips, knowing perfectly well the maddening effect this practice caused on his boyfriend.

It was a miracle Blaine could still stand by now; his knees threatened to give out at any moment. Desperately attempting to collect himself, he managed to stutter,

"I love... I love how they slide against my cock. M-make me strain." He began to lose it at this point, with Kurt's fingers rubbing merciless circles over the silk and causing the fabric to slip patterns across his overheated skin. "Make me feel p-pretty," he managed to continue, "make me feel s-so... naughty."

"Good boy," Kurt murmured after this admission, releasing his grasp on Blaine's legs and causing a whimper to escape from the younger boy at the loss of contact. Kurt grinned,

"Oh don't worry, babe, I'm not even close to done with you just yet."

Kurt leaned forward, pressing a wet kiss just below Blaine's navel, feeling the taut muscles quiver beneath his lips. The standing boy reflexively reached to tangle his fingers in the sandy hair tickling his abdomen, but Kurt slapped them away, making a tsk-ing noise,

"No touching, me or yourself, unless I say otherwise. Turnabout is fair play, after all."

Blaine gasped, pulled out of the moment by a swell of frustration and irritation. Kurt responded with another kiss, placed a few inches above where the first still burned. He continued upward like this, kissing in a line straight up the center of Blaine's body until he too stood on his feet. Every ounce of Blaine's will focused on keeping both arms at his sides, fists clenched in concentration.

Tenderly, Kurt hooked an index finger under his boyfriend's chin, gently tilting his head until they were eye-to-eye,

"I know it doesn't seem fair, but you have to trust me, sweetheart." His hand slid up to cup Blaine's cheek.

"Believe me," he continued, "follow my rules and it'll be worth your while." He dropped his hand to caress one of the boy's shaking shoulders, not tearing his blazing gaze away.

"But I swear, if you slip up, I will not hesitate to walk out of this house and leave you here, alone and aching inside of those slutty panties." With those words hanging thickly in the air, Kurt moved away to stand near the foot of the bed, leaving Blaine to struggle with accepting this statement.

Any time previous, Blaine would immediately register that last part as nothing more than an empty threat. Kurt wanted this every bit as much as he did, so there's no chance he'd just walk away. Now, though, he couldn't feel so sure. The voice Kurt used was brand new, much lower and more commanding than Blaine ever heard before. This side of his boyfriend took Blaine completely by surprise, and he found it... well, he found it... fucking sexy as hell. At the moment he couldn't understand why, what with the limited blood flow to his brain, but he could think about it later, when he wasn't hard and wanting nothing except to earn Kurt's touch.

They remained silent for a minute, Blaine continuing to stare down at the bed and Kurt appraising the beauty before him. Finally the eldest teen broke the stillness,

"What are you thinking right now, baby?" His voice came out soft and genuinely concerned.

Blaine turned to face those sapphire eyes. Smiling, he answered honestly,

"That I would do anything you asked me to. That I love and trust you. Always."

Kurt flushed, a sweet smile breaking across his face as he stepped back towards Blaine. He bent down slightly to place a loving kiss on his lips, lingering just long enough to swipe his tongue across them before pulling away, whispering,

"Thank you, baby. I love you too."

After turning to resume his position at the end of bed, Kurt faced Blaine once more. Gone was the expression of loving sweetness, replaced again by the look portraying utter calm and unquestionable force. The ensuing tone of voice matched his face,

"Now. Lie flat on your stomach on the bed. Make sure you put a pillow under your hips. I'd choose one you don't mind washing, if I were you."