"What has gotten into you tonight?" Kurt hissed at Blaine. He yelped as Blaine gave both of his ass cheeks a squeeze. Kurt spun around to see Blaine sitting on the counter, trying to look innocent. "Seriously, Blaine! What's the deal?"

Blaine wrapped his arms around his waist, tugging him close. He buried his nose in the hollow of Kurt's throat, inhaling his scent deeply. "It's all your fault, y'know."

"How is it my fault that you've done nothing but grope me ever since you got home?" He wriggled out of his grasp and set the timer on the oven for an hour and began putting away the left over ingredients. "You're such a perv."

A low groan came from Blaine. "You're the one wearing those damn pants, Kurt."

"They're just pants, Blaine. I wear pants every day. Some of them much tighter than these," Kurt scoffed.

"Yes, but these are the only one's that lace up the back," Blaine replied, hopping down from his perch and backing Kurt against the opposite counter. Kurt tilted his head back and stared down at him. "And this is the first time you've worn them when I've had the opportunity to enjoy them up close."

Kurt arched an eyebrow at him. "What did you have in mind?"

Blaine glanced at the timer. "I have fifty-six minutes and seventeen seconds. You'll see. But first, I need to get an up close and personal look."

He gripped Kurt's shoulders and turned him to face the counter, running his hands down the long line of his back to his hips. Kurt sighed, his head dropping forward and leaned on his hands. Blaine's hands slid to the swell of his ass, licking his lips.

"I remember the first time you wore these, Kurt. How I had to watch you all day at school, walking down the halls with this red string," he gave the string a sharp tug, not untying it but causing Kurt to take a sharp breath, "teasing me with every damn sway of your gorgeous hips."

"I wasn't--" Kurt started.

"Hush," Blaine commanded and Kurt fell silent. "Then you had to go home right away and I had a family dinner but all I could think about was this red string." He tugged it again, pulling Kurt's hips close. "Wanted this for three years, Kurt."

"Blaine--"

"I said 'hush', Kurt." He nipped at the back of Kurt's neck, laving his tongue over the spot. "Take off your shirt, baby."

Kurt's hands flew from the counter and worked each button out of its hole as quickly as possible. He untucked it from his pants and let Blaine slide it from his shoulders and fall to the floor. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's bare torso possessively, just holding him close for a moment. His fingers traced along the faint lines of Kurt's abdomen as he sucked on the tendon of Kurt's neck, grinding his growing cock against his ass. Blaine stepped back to take in the sigh of Kurt, shirtless in those high-waisted pants, his ass high and pert beneath the lightweight wool and red laces. He sank down, his nails scraping down his spine. Kurt gripped the edge of counter, a soft sigh coming from his lips. Settled on his knees, Blaine leaned forward to grasp one of the metal covered ends of of the laces that kept the pants securely held them up and slowly pulled the bow loose. His hands found the two lines of shiny brass buttons on the front of Kurt's pants and tried to slip them from their holes. Kurt attempted to help him but Blaine batted his hands away and pressed a kiss to his left cheek through the fabric.

"Keep holding the counter, baby." He pulled an end of the lace through the grommet with his teeth and switched to the other to do the same as he continued to work on the buttons. "Maybe I should just rip them?"

"You do that and you won't have sex again for a month," Kurt warned.

Blaine smirked, kissing the lowest part of his back that was exposed. "You cut me off and I won't let you come for the whole month."

"Mean."

Blaine's hand left one of the rows of buttons and smacked Kurt's ass, teasing, "Brat."

"Maybe, but you love me." Blaine could practically hear his smile.

"You're right," he allowed. He flicked another button loose and worked his hand into Kurt's pants. He froze as his fingers came into contact with Kurt's bare skin. He took a deep breath and swallowed. "Kurt, why aren't you wearing any underwear?"

"Um, because these pants look better with no lines?" he squeaked. Blaine groaned, tugging the laces through the final set of grommets, and wrapped his fingers around Kurt's cock. "Blaine--"

"You went around all day with no underwear on, baby?"

"Yes, but--" A soft moan escaped Kurt's throat as Blaine began to stroke him.

He stood up and hissed in Kurt's ear, sending shivers down his spine, "So, you're telling me that I've been around you since I got home from class and you haven't been wearing underwear the entire time?"

"Blaine, I--" he gasped as Blaine's other hand slipped down the back of his pants and a finger ran along the cleft of his ass. "Oh... fuck, Blaine."

"Answer me, Kurt." He hand around his cock twisted and his finger pressed between his cheeks, finding his hole.

"Yes, okay. I haven't worn underwear all day," Kurt whimpered. Blaine began to pump his cock in earnest, drawing a low moan from Kurt. His lips traced along the planes of his shoulders, pausing to nip and suck at various dips and curves. While the pants were wide legged, the hips and waist were snug even with the lacing undone and most of the buttons loosened from their holes. Blaine released Kurt's cock and slipped his hands from his pants. Kurt whimper at the loss of contact shifted into a gasp as Blaine pulled the pants from his hips and let them pool around his ankles.

"How much time is left, baby?" Blaine asked Kurt, massaging his now bare ass. Kurt's smooth skin broke out in goosebumps at the cool air and the feeling of Blaine's fingertips ghosting over his skin.

"Uh... um... forty minutes and twenty six seconds."

"Perfect." Blaine fell to his knees again, nudging Kurt to bend at the waist over the counter. He pulled Kurt's cheeks apart slightly to expose the smooth, pink skin. "So perfect."

He started slowly, trailing his lips up Kurt's thigh and giving one of his ass cheeks a sound bite before lathing it over with his tongue. A soft sigh came from Kurt at the feel of his tongue on his skin and Blaine couldn't help but smirk at the beautiful sound. Wrapping an arm around Kurt's thigh, Blaine wet the pad of his thumb and began teasing his perineum in tiny circles. He heard Kurt's knuckles crackle as his grip on the counter tightened and he pushed hips back to meet Blaine's mouth.

"Feel good, beautiful?" Blaine asked before darting his tongue out to skim the underside of his sac. Kurt let out a breathless moan in response and Blaine chuckled. "I'll take that for a 'yes'."

"Uh hu--Oh, my god!"

Blaine had licked a long line from his balls, across his perineum and up his crack before sucking on one of the dimples that decorated each side of his tailbone. He loved those little indentations and had ever since that day when their relationship was new and he had walked in on Kurt getting ready for their date. He remembered how gorgeous he was even then, the smooth stretch of his pale skin, the faint freckling on his shoulders and chest. But when Kurt turned around, blushing beet red and embarrassed at being shirtless in front of him, he caught a glimpse of those adorable dimples and another bit of his heart was claimed by this magnificent boy.

Back in the present, this once shy magnificent boy, let his hand fly back and tangle itself in Blaine's hair, desperate for his mouth to move south again. Blaine gave in, his breath hot on Kurt's sensitive flesh and ran his tongue over his hole. Kurt's knees buckled, knocking against the counter and he pulled on Blaine's hair again, needing more.

"Blaine, please--"

"Shh... baby," Blaine groaned, releasing his arm around his thigh. He spread Kurt's cheeks further apart and gave him a wet kiss.

"I can't--" Kurt whined.

Blaine brought one of his hands down on Kurt's ass with a sharp smack. His tongue lapped the the sensitive skin of his pucker, peppering it with small licks the way he knew Kurt liked. He felt Kurt shift against the counter, probably adjusting his cock which Blaine had been purposely ignoring.

"How much time is left, sweetheart?" he asked, brushing a finger along Kurt's spit soaked hole.

Kurt moaned, slamming the heel of his hand on the counter. "Uh... twenty eight minutes... nine seconds."

"How close are you, baby?" He pressed his finger inside him, stretching the first ring of muscle slightly.

"So close, Blaine--" he keened, fucking himself on Blaine's finger. "So fucking close."

"Turn around," Blaine commanded. On unsteady feet, Kurt faced him and leaned against the counter. "Baby, you've been so good that I want you to fuck my mouth and come whenever you want, understand?"

Kurt nodded silently and raked both of his hands through Blaine's hair, shoving his cock in his mouth. The effect was immediate. Blaine's eyes watered as the head of Kurt's cock brushed at the back of his mouth but the taste of him outweighed any discomfort. He came in long spurts that ran down his throat, tangy and sweet and salty and all things Kurt. Breathless, Kurt let go of Blaine's hair and collapsed against the counter.

"Jesus, Blaine..."

Blaine wiped the back of his mouth with his hand and stood up, pulling Kurt into a filthy kiss that made him shiver.

"Go get cleaned up, Kurt. Dinner's almost ready." He cupped Kurt's chin between his fingers. Kurt nodded and collected his discarded clothing from the floor before shuffling off towards their bedroom to dress. "Oh, and Kurt?"

"Yeah?" he called over his shoulder.

"I'll finish with your ass after dinner."

Blaine couldn't help but laugh at the mixture of cursing and moans that came from Kurt as he washed his hands at the kitchen sink.