"Kurt, please, just... please," was all that Blaine managed to say before he felt Kurt's hands back upon him, vigorously kneading the supple globes.

"Well, well, well," Kurt sneered, "who knew a few strips of lace would turn you in to such a needy little bitch?" Then without any warning, Blaine felt a sharp blow strike his ass, the sensation rushing straight through his groin, resonating in his balls and shooting all the way to the head of his dick. He gasped harshly in both surprise and pleasure. This was a move neither of them made before, though they talked about it once. To finally feel the smack left Blaine swimming in a sea of new sensations, and again he rutted against the pillow beneath him.

Above him, rubbing softly over the affected spot, Kurt smiled, his voice clearly oozing control,

"You liked that, didn't you?"

By now the only responses Blaine could offer were incoherent mumblings and pathetic nods. If his boyfriend asked him to really say anything now, there was no assurance that he'd be capable of complying. He continued rhythmically shifting his hips, desperate for the feel of silk sliding along his length, until Kurt ceased caressing and firmly grabbed Blaine's hips, effectively stilling his desperate motion.

"D-don't," Blaine wheezed, "don't tease..."

At this, Kurt's grip tightened as he wrenched Blaine upward a few inches, separating the younger boy's midsection from the bed, thereby removing his source of much-desired friction. Blaine let out a small whimper while Kurt growled,

"You think this is teasing? If I wanted to fucking tease you, I wouldn't allow you to shamelessly grind that greedy cock against anything but air and your obscene underwear." Kurt's voice became impossibly lower and rougher, "Unless you want me to take away your precious pillow, you will not say anything like that again. Do I make myself clear?"

Blaine cried out, "Yes!" before Kurt allowed him to drop back to the bed. A prolonged moment of stillness followed as both boys panted, each caught up in their varied forms of lust. Finally Kurt broke the relative silence, returning to his earlier kneading motion, speaking in a painfully conversational tone,

"I don't appreciate being told what to do, Blaine." His fingers continued their relentless assault. "In fact, I'm not really convinced you deserve anything more than this tonight."

Knowing better at this point than to make any sound, Blaine bit his lip to halt all noises that might be construed as protests, waiting to see what came next.

"But," Kurt added, "you've done so beautifully in following my rules." The fingers moved to the lacy waistband, one digit over each cheek digging beneath it and raising the fabric away from Blaine's skin. "And you already know," he whispered almost inaudibly, "I always keep my promises." The elastic slipped from Kurt's fingers, causing a satisfactory SNAP and resulting moan to echo around the walls.

With that final teasing action, Kurt was done with the torture. In denying Blaine he also denied himself, and they were both plenty worked up by now. Scooting ever so slightly further back on the sheets, Kurt ran both hands down Blaine's back, landing on the panties, taking a second to again appreciate the nearly frictionless fabric before moving on. Hands still in place, he bent forward to place a very wet kiss at the top Blaine's crack, laving his tongue over the silk as he moved downward, leaving a dark green stripe in his wake. All the while his boyfriend bucked and mewled on the bed, completely beyond coherent speech and utterly out of control of his body. This made Kurt grin as he reached Blaine's balls, heavy and twitching in their confinement, and lightly swirled his tongue against them. He was just getting started.

Kurt drew his face an inch away from the damp line so recently developed along the cleft of Blaine's ass, proceeding to blow hotly against the path as he moved upward. Upon reaching the beginning of the trail created by his saliva, Kurt decided to pause before continuing. Pulling away just far enough that he could be heard, but close enough that his breath ghosted across Blaine's tailbone, the elder teen provoked his boyfriend one last time,

"I'll give you whatever you want," he said teasingly, "but I need you to tell me exactly what that is."

Blaine found himself agonizingly aroused; nearly incapable of thought, let alone speech. Yet he knew that Kurt would not indulge his needs without this final answer, so he made a valiant attempt at forming words,

"I... Kurt... I can't.."

So much for that plan.

"In that case," Kurt responded, "I don't think I can either."

Blaine felt Kurt pulling away and released a brief sob. Desperately attempting to regain any of his faculties, Blaine pushed out one more request,

"Your tongue! I n-n-need it... in my ass. Lick me... f-fuck me with it," Blaine's words emerged in a series of stuttered whines that sounded like a beautiful plea for mercy, "please!"

Hearing these words officially jolted Kurt in to the state of mind focused solely on pleasuring the man beneath him. Laying flat on his stomach between Blaine's legs and propping up on his elbows, he crooked his right index finger under the trim stretching over the left hip, slowly pulling that underwear aside until it bunched together in the crease of Blaine's thigh. Kurt sucked in a sharp breath. No matter how many times he gazed upon this sight, he believed it would never fail to amaze him; the dark hairs littering skin that was slightly paler than the rest of his body, the swell of toned buttocks, and the dark pink flesh that was exposed when Kurt grabbed each cheek and pulled them apart.

The smell of Blaine drove Kurt absolutely insane. He remembered only a month ago when he did this for the first time, and realized it would likely prove to be his new favorite hobby. In many ways he found rimming more intimate than blowjobs. Perhaps because, in his mind, more trust was required from your partner to expose an area that a lot of people are self-conscious about. This had certainly been the case for them, and it took a full week of careful coaxing for Blaine to allow it. But now that the floodgate had opened, both boys were ever eager for the experience.

Kurt flattened his tongue at the base of Blaine's crack, dragging it up the side of each spread cheek without actually penetrating the crevice. He repeated this motion until Blaine began to wriggle back against the probing muscle, indicating his need for something more. Finally ready to grant his boyfriend everything he desired, Kurt began his attack in earnest. Knowing that the surest way to get a reaction from Blaine was to go straight from teasing to intense action, Kurt placed a series of little kitten licks around the puckered hole before suddenly thrusting his tongue quickly inside.

"FUCK" Blaine screamed, pushing himself against Kurt's face as the solid muscle continued to plunge in and out. Blaine rocked back to meet each intrusion, his cock slipping against the fabric that grew slicker with every motion. Without an inkling of warning Kurt's tongue retreated before placing his mouth around the delicious entrance and sucking with varying degrees of pressure, occasionally darting out to lick as well.

Blaine couldn't even shout expletives now, instead resorting to a steady string of high pitched screams and low moans. Lips still pressed firmly against the boiling flesh, Kurt began to hum a mindless tune. It sounded silly, but he knew that the vibrations traveled straight to Blaine's dick, as evidenced by the insistent mewl released by the writhing boy beneath him. Kurt felt the thighs around his head begin to twitch and knew it wouldn't take much longer before his boyfriend fell completely apart. Still humming, he jammed his tongue back in to that sweet heat, fucking Blaine with renewed force. The trembling in Blaine's thighs increased and he moved more erratically as he rubbed against the bed.

"KURT, shit... I'm... I," Blaine bellowed.

Kurt kept up his fervent pace as Blaine released a final shriek, jerking frantically underneath his mouth. Blaine's orgasm seized him, severing all ties with any part of reality not directly part of his body. His mind went blank, every nerve blazing as streaks of come shot into the silk already plastered to his groin with sweat. All he felt was the intense pleasure gripping his being and Kurt's tongue continuing to press into him as he rode out the moment until finally, he shuddered to a stop, spent and limp like he could never remember being before.

Kurt rolled onto his side to face a still incapacitated Blaine who lay facedown, breathing heavily. After a minute the hazel-eyed teen found the strength to lift himself up on his side as well, allowing Kurt to pluck the pillow off the bed and place it on the floor. They lay a good foot away from each other before Blaine moved forward and Kurt scuttled backward slightly.

"Let me look at you for a minute," Kurt cooed, admiring the cum and sweat soaked panties that were decidedly a few shades of green deeper than when they began this escapade.

Obviously coming back to his senses, Blaine's eyes widened as he noticed the still obvious bulge in Kurt's jeans.

"Do you want me to...," he began to ask tentatively.

"No, baby," Kurt replied, "this time was about you."

Blaine smiled happily. Every now and then they made this gesture towards each other, where it wasn't about their own pleasure, but about making sure their partner felt good. The first couple of times Kurt pulled this trick out, Blaine felt guilty, but eventually they gained a mutual understanding of the emotional value behind it.

Continuing to ride his blissful cloud, Blaine began to shuffle towards a still fully-clothed Kurt, only to be halted by an insistent palm against his chest and some words with a hint of threat behind them,

"I love you. But if you think I'm letting you come near these pants while you're covered in semen, you are sorely mistaken."

Chuckling, Blaine lifted himself off the bed, conceding that Kurt posed a valid point. On his way to the bathroom to clean up, he made it to the bedroom door before turning around to face Kurt, still lying on the bed. One question reverberated around his brain, and he needed to ask sooner rather than later.

"Kurt," he began, and his boyfriend looked at him with his head resting against the pillows, "I just want to know," smirking and cocking an eyebrow before continuing, "where in the HELL did you learn to talk like that?"

Considering all they'd done with each other, it was cute to see Kurt blush before answering,

"Um, well, do you remember bullet number 16 on page one of the list?"

Not only did Blaine remember, he remembered vividly.

"Yes, actually."

"Well, suffice it to say," Kurt said while still blushing fiercely, "I crossed that one off on my own... a few times."