Hearing Kurt express his fear of abandonment was heartbreaking. Hadn’t Blaine been clear when he’d shared his vows earlier that evening? He was fully committed to Kurt’s happiness and fulfillment. Why was his sub so afraid? Did he really think Blaine was capable of walking out on him just because he’d never done anything sexual? Blaine wondered if he should feel insulted or offended that Kurt seemed to believe it would be all too easy for him to back out of their partnership. If he hadn’t promised Kurt that honesty wouldn’t earn him punishment, Blaine knew he’d probably have to scold the boy for his words.

As it was, the Dom realized his sub didn’t really doubt him. He doubted himself and his own ability to live up to Blaine’s desires and expectations. Kurt wouldn’t be upset with Blaine for leaving. He would place the blame entirely in his own hands, and Blaine had the feeling that he’d probably never forgive himself.
His sub was afraid of abandonment. Kurt didn’t believe in himself. He didn’t think he was good enough to give Blaine the pleasure he required. The first bump in the road of their relationship. Blaine pulled his boy close, reassuring him with promises of his steadfast presence, gripping onto the leather collar for emphasis. The boy was his. His and his alone. In time, Blaine hoped he could help him realize just how much he was worth. With a jolt of surprise, Blaine realized that his resentment had slipped away. In place of frustration and anger directed at his father, there was now a stronger desire to possess and care for Kurt in every way possible.

He held the boy in his arms for a long span of time, simply keeping him close as he slid his fingers through soft brunette hair. When Kurt’s muscles eventually relaxed into the embrace, leaving him limp, Blaine finally moved. Lifting Kurt fully into his arms for a few seconds, Blaine shifted his way toward the headboard, laying his sub back against the pillows. Kurt looked up at him, and Blaine saw a flash of understanding before the blue eyes turned icy with a bit of fear.

Blaine wanted nothing more than to rip Kurt’s clothes off and take the boy like that, unbearably tight and squirming against him, but Kurt needed him to be patient. As the Dom, he had the right to dictate everything, but as the Dom, he also had the obligation to make his sub as comfortable as possible. He didn’t want Kurt to look back on their first time together with memories of terror and agony. The boy deserved better.

Both still fully clothed, Blaine straddled Kurt’s hips and leaned down to press their lips together. He moved gently, stroking a thumb across Kurt’s cheek until the boy responded, tentatively kissing back. Kurt’s lips were soft and tantalizingly perfect. Carefully, he took the pink flesh between his teeth, but only for a moment. They stayed like that for quite some time while Blaine explored the wonders of Kurt’s mouth—imagining how incredible those lips would feel elsewhere. He slipped his tongue between Kurt’s teeth, smiling when the sub hesitantly sucked on it. Unable to vocalize his praise, Blaine stroked the soft cheek beneath his fingers, hoping he understood.

When he finally leaned away, he glanced at Kurt’s face. His eyes remained closed, but his mouth was open, swollen lips parted slightly as he pulled in deep breaths. Beautiful. Blaine reached for the buttons of Kurt’s shirt, slowly, one by one, loosening them and exposing the chest beneath. He caressed the smooth skin, and Kurt shivered beneath him.

“Have you never had chest hair?” he asked idly, admiring the perfect texture.

Kurt shook his head, eyes still shut and voice slightly breathless, “No, Sir.”

“Hm. It suits you.” Blaine ran his hands over all the skin he’d uncovered, dazed by the contrast of its pale hue against the pitch black bedding. He wondered if the boy’s father had chosen the dark color on purpose. All the while, Kurt lay still, eyes closed and breathing a bit ragged under his Dom’s ministrations. It wasn’t until Blaine reached for the button and zipper of his jeans that Kurt’s eyes flew open and trained back on Blaine’s face. Anxiety crossed his features.

“Relax,” Blaine soothed with a small chuckle, “We’ll never get to do anything if I can’t even get to your underwear, beautiful. You need to trust me.”

“I do trust you,” Kurt insisted quietly.

“Why don’t you do it?” Blaine suggested, “Maybe you’ll feel more comfortable if you take them off instead.” Kurt looked uncertain, but he nodded slowly in agreement. Blaine slid away, allowing him some space. Kurt sat up and pulled his arms from the sleeves of his unbuttoned shirt, dropping it down to the floor as he got to his feet. Blaine could hear him take a deep breath as he unbuttoned and unzipped the black jeans. Blushing all the while, Kurt slid the fabric down until it pooled at his ankles. He stepped out on shaking legs and glanced at Blaine for approval and reassurance.

The Dom smiled, unable to look away from the perfect bulge in the white briefs. Kurt definitely wasn’t hard, but Blaine thought there could be a bit of arousal present. It was hard to tell when he wasn’t naked yet…

“You’re nearly there now, Kurt,” he said kindly, “Just one last bit of clothing that needs to be taken care of.”

The sub caught the hint. Blaine could see Kurt’s hands physically shaking as he reached down to tug at the elastic waistband. In his own pants, Blaine felt his cock twitch as the boy finally became nude, completely exposed to Blaine’s lust-filled eyes. “Good,” he praised, voice low with desire, “Such a good boy.” He let himself take in the sight for a handful of seconds before he spoke again, fighting the urge to jump to his feet and push their bodies together against the wall, “Turn around for me.”

Kurt did as he was told, his blushing, embarrassed expression disappearing from view as he faced away from the bed. Blaine had to fight back a groan as he caught the first glimpse of his sub’s perfectly round ass. All his. Licking his lips, he scrambled at his own pants, tossing the slacks to the floor without a single concern of them getting wrinkled. He ordered Kurt back on the bed while he stood up and stripped the rest of his clothes off. His sub watched, eyes darting across his body for a few brief moments before refocusing on his face. “You can look at me,” Blaine reminded him. He moved to join Kurt on the bed, pulling his boy up into a sitting position.

Kurt was staring—he probably didn’t even realize it—at Blaine’s length with wide eyes. He’d probably never seen another man like this before, and Blaine was definitely getting harder with every passing moment. “We need to get you like this, beautiful,” Blaine told him, gesturing to his erection. Kurt looked at him, shy confusion written on his face. He really didn’t know where to start. “So innocent,” the Dom murmured under his breath. It would only make their first time more incredible for him. Kurt would learn so much tonight.

Blaine gestured for Kurt to move closer, settling the boy between his legs, flush against his chest, while he set his neck on the sub’s shoulder. The head of his cock rubbed satisfyingly against the small of Kurt’s back, and he had to take a moment to refocus. Reaching down, he wrapped a sure hand around Kurt’s limp cock. The boy gasped and flinched a little at the touch. “Watch,” Blaine ordered. Slowly, he began to stroke the soft flesh enclosed in his fist. Kurt made the most delicious sounds: little breathless whimpers of surprise and the faintest moans of pleasure. Blaine himself was starting to pant, getting hotter by the minute. He couldn’t keep this patience thing up much longer.

While he continued to demonstrate the basics of masturbation, Blaine tilted his head to fix his mouth on his sub’s neck. Just below his collar, close enough that the smell of new leather invaded his nostrils, Blaine sucked and nipped purposefully, making his boy shiver against him. He lazily worked the hickey onto Kurt’s pale skin before glancing back down into Kurt’s lap to view his progress. Kurt was definitely getting hard now. Blaine smiled approvingly, letting his thumb drift over the slit to collect the beads of precum gathering there. His sub’s groan of pleasure was audible. “Mmm, good,” Blaine struggled to think clearly enough to form proper words of praise. “Your turn,” he purred, pulling his hand away.

“But, Sir, only you’re allowed to touch me,” Kurt said, uncertain.

“That’s right,” Blaine kissed his cheek, “No one else, including you, is allowed to touch without permission. You have my permission, and my command. Show me.”

Kurt hesitated for a brief moment before he gingerly took his own length into his hand. Blaine could feel the muscles in the boy’s back tense nervously. He flattened his palms against Kurt’s chest and pulled him closer, rubbing across the hairless skin and perfect little nipples. All mine. “Go on, sweetheart. Do what feels good. Just like I showed you,” he encouraged. Kurt nodded and slowly began to move, gently pumping his own cock under his Dom’s unfailing gaze. Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine saw Kurt’s cheeks painted with a light blush. As erotic as the situation was, Kurt was simply adorable, everything about him.
Blaine stared down to watch as Kurt touched himself for the first time.

Somewhere in the course of the few minutes that passed by, he began stroking himself in rhythm with Kurt’s panting breaths, precum leaking from the head of his cock to smear down his sub’s lower back. Kurt was slumped heavily against Blaine’s chest now, eyes closed and jaw hanging open as he got lost in the incredible pleasure. It was an oddly beautiful moment, Blaine thought, seeing the boy discover how good he could make himself feel. He would’ve loved to see the faces and sounds the boy would make if he brought himself to orgasm, but his ego and desire for Dominance wouldn’t allow it. The boy was his. He decided when Kurt had permission to come.

Grinning mischievously, Blaine reached out and grabbed Kurt’s wrist. The boy whined in protest and squirmed a little from where he sat tucked between Blaine’s legs. “No more touching for you right now.” Kurt groaned with impatience, but he didn’t talk back or pull away. He really was wonderfully obedient…

This was it. His sub was desperate for more. Blaine was aching with lust and desire. His heart rate picked up immediately as he ran his fingertips across the leather collar. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. That perfect little ass was his, and Blaine was going to make sure Kurt knew it. Fisting a hand into his hair, Blaine pulled him in for a searing, desperate kiss that left the sub breathless and gasping. He licked a stripe up the pale neck just for the hell of it before shoving Kurt out of his lap.

“Hands and knees, beautiful.”