Blaine quietly pulled on his briefs and wrinkled slacks. Already he could hear that Kurt’s breathing had evened out in sleep. His boy was so tired. The Dom didn’t blame him. He’d been worked hard, and he’d done so wonderfully. Even when he was afraid, Kurt had been eager to please. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he stepped into the bathroom momentarily to wash his hands and splash his face with a bit of cold water. He couldn’t help but shoot himself a cocky smirk in the mirror. Dominating Kurt had immediately left him feeling more confident and sure of himself than he remembered feeling in ages. It almost seemed as though he’d needed the boy just as much as the sub needed him.

Careful to tread quietly, Blaine stepped back into the bedroom and headed toward the staircase leading out of the basement. The house was silent and dark. Blaine had lost track of the time, but he guessed it had to be close to midnight by now. His parents had probably left a long time ago. He idly wondered if Burt was still here, or if he’d chosen to relocate to a hotel until the following morning.

Dalton’s RDC textbook had advised Doms to give their newly claimed subs a break between their first time and whatever activity was chosen as a follow up. Taking the tip straight from the pages, several weeks ago Blaine had sent Kurt’s father an additional request to the arrangement, which the man had been willing to fulfill. Blaine easily found his way to the kitchen and turned on a light, crossing the room to the fridge. Just as he’d asked, a bowl of already sliced fruit and two bottles of water were sitting on the top shelf. He hadn’t wanted anything too heavy or filling. This was perfect.

Grabbing the water bottles in one hand and scooping up the bowl with the other, Blaine pushed the fridge shut with his foot and strolled back down the stairs toward the basement. He walked with deliberately slow steps to give Kurt time to rest. As he approached the bed, Blaine didn’t even try to fight the grin. Kurt was sprawled naked on his back, just as the Dom had left him. His jaw was slightly ajar in sleep, and that soft chest rose and fell with every breath he took. Perfect little purple bruises were starting to color the pale skin, but Blaine had never seen such a gorgeous sight. The boy was incredible, and the boy was his.

He set his load on Kurt’s bedside table, taking a swig from one of the bottles before he moved back onto the mattress, careful not to jostle or wake his partner in the process. Blaine decided the sub could have ten more minutes of relief. The time wouldn’t be totally wasted, he figured. With Kurt unconscious, Blaine was free to stare to his heart’s content, and he let his eyes roam hungrily.

Eight minutes later (Blaine decided the last two minutes didn’t really matter), he reached out and slid his hand down the boy’s chest, leaning forward to kiss the side of his mouth. “It’s time to wake up now, Kurt,” he whispered, “We’re not done yet, sweetheart.” The boy stirred faintly, an inaudible mumble bubbling out of his parted lips. Blaine stroked his cheek and called him again in a singsong voice, “Kurt…”

The blue eyes fluttered open, and Blaine sat up, gazing down at him with a soft smile. The boy grinned back, a sleepy, but happy expression on his face. “Hi,” Kurt greeted.

Blaine rolled his eyes in amusement. “Hey, pretty thing. Good nap?”

Kurt nodded affirmatively, “Mhmm.”

“I’m glad. Are you feeling okay?”

“A little sore, Sir.”

“As I would expect. But otherwise, nothing alarming or excruciatingly painful?”

Kurt shook his head. Blaine smiled, “Good. I got us a midnight snack. I thought you might be hungry after all that.” He reached over Kurt’s torso and grabbed the bowl of fruit, offering him one of the water bottles as he did so. Kurt took it with a quiet, “Thank you,” and unscrewed the cap, taking several long gulps. Blaine tried not to stare at the way his throat flexed with every swallow. Kurt set the bottle back down and shifted back against the pillow to prop his head up a little more but made no other move to change his position.

The silence was overpowering but oddly comfortable between the two. Blaine lifted an apple slice to his mouth and chewed slowly, savoring the flavor of the juice as it pooled across his tongue. He pulled out another and held it out to Kurt, who remained still except for the nearly undetectable way his jaw loosened and his lips parted. Blaine’s hand crossed the last few inches between them, and Kurt opened his mouth to receive the bite sized piece. Settling easily into a routine, Blaine alternated with every slice, taking a bite for himself and giving one to Kurt. The boy’s bright blue eyes stayed locked on his face, gaze unfailing and attentive.

As the bowl neared empty, Blaine slowed the pace, letting his fingers hover near Kurt’s mouth for longer periods of time, tracing along his jaw to feel the muscles work as the boy chewed. “Last piece,” he announced, holding it up. Blaine took a bite of the apple slice and moved his hand to offer Kurt the other half. Kurt opened his mouth in anticipation, and the Dom slipped the fruit in. Before his hand could retreat, Blaine felt his fingertips engulfed in wet warmth. He stared down to see Kurt watching him with a calm expression as the boy sucked gently, pink lips wrapped around his fingers. Blaine could feel the rest of the apple slice still pressed against Kurt’s tongue. A rush of heat rolled over his skin.

His sub was lying naked on his back. He’d just been eating from Blaine’s hand. Now he was sucking on Blaine’s fingers of his own volition. And oh, oh, Blaine blinked in shock. The boy was getting hard. Without a doubt, Kurt’s gorgeous cock was arching up between his legs. Blaine swallowed and licked his lips. So fucking beautiful.

“Getting hard for me now, huh?” he asked with a chuckle, “What happened to my little virgin Kurt?”

To Blaine’s surprise, the corners of the boy’s lips curled into a smile. Kurt batted his eyelashes in a faux-innocent gesture and gazed down as if he was embarrassed, but he never stopped worshipping Blaine’s fingers. His warm tongue moved to caress the tips, even exploring beneath the Dom’s fingernails. Blaine was both stunned and incredibly aroused. Maybe Kurt was still caught up in his post-orgasm bliss. That would explain why he didn’t seem at all self-conscious about performing such a suggestive display.

He let Kurt continue for a few moments before he was forced to pull his hand away, if only to get off his slacks and underwear, both articles of clothing starting to feel incredibly restrictive and unnecessary. Blaine got to his feet and dropped them to the floor. He left the bedside and moved to the wonderful wooden chest tucked away in the corner. Lifting the lid, he took a minute to browse, digging through it. It was thoroughly stocked to ensure the Dom would have a wonderful night. Blaine wasn’t a ridiculously kinky person (there were some items in the chest that he would never use), but his face lit up at the sight of the handcuffs. He could certainly appreciate the control they provided. For a moment, he considered a gag but decided against it. The sounds Kurt made were too gorgeous to muffle. They’d have plenty of time to explore and experiment with toys later. Regardless of how aroused Kurt was right now, his boy was still new at this. Blaine didn’t want to overwhelm him. A bit of light bondage would be enough.

When Blaine crawled back onto the bed and dangled his chosen accessory in front of Kurt, the sub’s eyes grew wide with anticipation. The fear he’d had earlier seemed all but flushed out of his system. It spurred Blaine on, knowing that Kurt wanted it too. He grabbed the boy’s wrists and lifted them over his head, quickly locking the cuffs into place and fastening the chain to the headboard with one of the buckles protruding from the wood. Kurt tugged experimentally, and Blaine shivered at his sub’s lack of power. He could do anything to the boy and Kurt would be helpless to resist.

“You look positively delicious,” Blaine commented truthfully. Smiling, he cupped Kurt’s face in his hands and leaned down to catch him in a passionate, demanding kiss. Kurt didn’t hesitate to kiss back this time, but he always let Blaine take the lead. His submission was intoxicating.

“…Sir,” Kurt mumbled against his lips. Blaine quickly pulled away to let him speak, “Sir, I—please...” The boy struggled for words. His blue eyes were a shade dark with desire. It wasn’t too hard to guess what he was begging for, even if he couldn’t quite articulate it.

“What do you want, beautiful?” Blaine asked. He wanted to hear Kurt say it.

“I want you, Sir,” Kurt was blushing again, the pink accents on his pale cheeks made him look several years younger. He was probably embarrassed to admit that he was already this horny after just losing his virginity. The Dom found it incredibly amusing. It was a fierce boost to his ego as well, knowing the sub found him sexually appealing.

“You want my cock,” Blaine said with a smirk, “You want me to fuck you.” Kurt nodded affirmatively. It wasn’t enough. “Tell me what you want, Kurt,” he ordered, “I need words.”

“Please, Sir… I want you. I want my Dom to fuck me.”

“Mmm,” Blaine grinned at Kurt’s awkward tone and leaned down to kiss him again. He really was the most adorable thing. “That’s my good boy,” he purred, “And good boys get what they want.” Blaine forced himself to pull away from Kurt’s perfect lips. He grabbed a pillow and pressed a hand against Kurt’s waist, who lifted his hips immediately at the touch. After propping the boy up, Blaine reached for the bottle of lube at the end of the bed.

The plug was still firmly lodged in place, keeping Kurt perfectly stretched. Blaine was glad he’d thought of it earlier; he really didn’t have the patience to go through all the motions again right now. Less focused on Kurt’s comfort than on his own eagerness, Blaine dug between the cheeks of the boy’s ass and yanked the plug free in one swift movement. Kurt’s body jerked at the pain, his wrists helplessly pulling against the cuff’s hold. The Dom paused for a moment to stare at his own cum dribbling out of Kurt’s hole, sliding down his skin and pooling on the sheets. It was kind of fascinating. He had to fight the temptation to lean down so he could caress the perfect little cavern with his tongue. They had plenty of time for that later. Blaine had days, weeks, months, and years to familiarize himself with the boy laid out before him. What an amazing thought…

Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he quickly coated his length with lubricant before grabbing Kurt’s legs, holding them apart while he moved closer. The second he was lined up with Kurt’s entrance, he pushed forward, taking a shaky breath as his cock was enveloped in the perfect, tight heat. Kurt let out a moan, his voice breaking as it lowered in pitch. The boy’s muscles flexed around him, adjusting, and Blaine dug his nails into Kurt’s skin. He thrust his hips forward without warning, immediately diving to hit his sub’s prostate. It took a few tries, but Kurt’s body finally shuddered violently with pleasure. Blaine smiled at the sight.

Leaning forward, he gripped Kurt’s chin and pulled his head up from where he’d let it fall, reveling in the experience. “Open your eyes,” he ordered. Kurt obeyed sluggishly, obviously dazed, “I want you to watch,” Blaine told him, “You wanted to be fucked, so you’re going to watch.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.”

With that, Blaine went to work. Unlike the first time when he’d gradually increased his momentum to make sure Kurt could take it, the Dom started rough. Again and again, his hips thrust forward at a punishing pace. He was ruthless, and his sub’s beautiful shouts of pleasure and pain made waves of heat spark across his skin. Kurt was pulling hard against his restraints. Blaine could see his wrists turning red from the friction. His gaze moved from Kurt’s hands to the boy’s face, and he scowled. It took more willpower than he’d care to admit, because god nothing felt better than fucking this boy, but Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt’s long legs and forced himself to freeze, muscles quivering and his cock half buried in the wet heat. Confusion crossed Kurt’s face before he finally looked up and met his Dom’s gaze.

“Kurt,” Blaine addressed him with an even tone, “Do you know why I stopped?”
He looked genuinely caught off guard. Then realization slowly registered in his expression, along with a bit of shame, “Because I wasn’t following your command…?” His words came out sounding like a question, rather than a statement.

“Exactly,” Blaine confirmed with a brief nod, “And what command was that?”

“I wasn’t watching, Sir. My eyes were closed.”

Blaine let the silence continue for several long moments, letting Kurt reflect on his mistake. In the boy’s defense, it was only their first night together. This was only the second time he’d ever experienced intercourse. It should probably have been expected that he’d get lost in the sensations of it all. Blaine recognized and accepted those facts, considering his options before responding.

“I know this is all new for you,” he said, “Since this was only your first time disobeying a direct order,” the boy’s head dipped in shame, “I’ll let punishment slide—though I do have another idea.” Blaine smirked, “Since you seem to lose your concentration when I’m in control of everything physical, why don’t you take the reins for a while?”

“Sir?” Kurt looked clueless.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, sweetheart,” Blaine replied sweetly, as if the answer was obvious, “It’ll keep you focused, so you won’t have time to close your eyes.” He brushed his fingers across Kurt’s erection, and the boy’s hips bucked involuntarily, pushing Blaine’s length in with their movement. Kurt gasped for breath. “Come on,” Blaine encouraged, “Show me how badly you want it, beautiful.” He anchored himself in place, gripping Kurt’s legs for support, and waited.

At first, his sub was uncertain how to proceed, tentatively rolling his hips in slow, jerky movements. Blaine stroked his thigh encouragingly, constantly staring at the boy’s face to make sure those blue eyes were open. It took several minutes before Kurt finally seemed to realize that hesitancy wasn’t getting him anywhere. Like a switch had been flipped, Kurt lost his self-conscious streak. Blaine felt sure he was watching the boy tap into his submissive instincts. It was a fascinating transformation to behold. In the span of fifteen seconds Kurt went from blushing to desperate.

The sub threw his weight into the movement, impaling himself on the Dom’s length. Blaine had to move one hand to the bed to hold himself upright against the boy’s rocking hips, captivated by the display. Regardless of Kurt’s fragile appearance, he was incredibly strong. All over his naked body, veins and muscles were clearly defined. Kurt strained against the cuffs around his wrists with such force that the expensive, high-quality headboard, designed with bondage in mind, actually creaked under pressure. He shamelessly grunted and keened with every surge forward; diving for every inch, and all the while, his eyes remained open, albeit unseeing and glazed with lust. The boy felt incredible around Blaine’s cock. Tight muscles flexed and moved constantly to maintain the motion of his hips. The Dom desperately wanted to thrust back, wanted to fuck Kurt until he screamed. It took all of his strength to remain still and let the boy work for it.

Blaine let the scene continue until Kurt’s breathing became ragged. He sucked in gulps of air and exhaled with loud pants. His pale skin was glistening with sweat. The boy was obviously exhausted. Still, he struggled to continue, desperate for stimulation and desperate for praise. When Blaine began to fear that he might actually pass out, he pulled out entirely. Kurt whined loudly in protest, jerking harder against the handcuffs as if he was still seeking out the friction.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Blaine whispered, moving to place a firm hand on his chest,

“Slow down now. Slow down.” He stroked the boy’s flushed cheeks, and finally Kurt stilled, slumping limp and heavy against the headboard. Blaine reached for a water bottle and gently lifted his head up, pouring a few swallows into his sub’s mouth. “Relax.” Carefully, Blaine freed the boy from his bonds, examining the inflamed, red skin to make sure he wasn’t bleeding before pressing a gentle kiss to each wrist.

“I’m sorry I disobeyed you,” the quiet murmur met his ears. The genuine sorrow in Kurt’s tone was a little heartbreaking.

“I’ve already forgiven you, beautiful. There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Blaine assured. He let Kurt catch his breath for several minutes, stroking his forehead and sweat dampened hair. His boy was so tired. Kurt’s muscles were quivering from overuse. He looked like he could sink straight down into the bed and never get up again. Blaine had half a mind to call it a night, but they both still had raging hard-ons. That simply wasn’t acceptable.

“Think you’ve still got enough in you for something else, Kurt?” he asked, “I promise it’s not nearly as strenuous as anything else we’ve done tonight.”

“Anything for you, Sir,” Kurt replied, “That’s what I’m here for.”

Blaine grinned, “You’re wonderful. You are mine, and you are wonderful.” Kurt’s eyes slid open, a soft, proud smile on his face. “Off the bed,” Blaine said gently.

Though his movements were slowed by fatigue, Kurt immediately pushed himself into a sitting position. Blaine grabbed the boy’s hand as he got up, careful to make sure he stayed on his feet as he guided him into position facing the bed.

“Kneel.” Kurt obeyed, dropping to the carpeted floor.

The Dom slid to the very edge of the mattress, spreading his legs so Kurt was less than two feet from his crotch. The boy leaned over and pressed the side of his face against Blaine’s inner thigh, nuzzling him in silence. The Dom smiled, feeling a spark of affection in his chest. Kurt was gorgeous—naked and collared on his knees, a picture perfect example of total submission. He was everything Blaine had ever wanted.

Looking up through long lashes, the sub finally spoke. “I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted quietly. Kurt’s fear and uncertainty was making a comeback. He could see it written on the boy’s face, sparkling in his eyes, clear as day. The urge to comfort him was overwhelming, and Blaine hardly realized he’d reached out until his hand was lightly stroking Kurt’s face.

“I’ll walk you through it, beautiful. Don’t worry,” he soothed, “First, you have to start. I need you to open that pretty mouth of yours. Take your time. If you need to stop, you have my permission. You can and we’ll move on without a problem. I’ll be encouraging, and I do want you to try, but I don’t want you to keep going if you aren’t comfortable doing so. Punishment is not a factor in this. Understand?”

Kurt nodded, eyes still trained anxiously on his Dom’s erection.

“Okay. Whenever you’re ready, sweetheart. Just mind your teeth.”