Kurt took a steadying breath. Blaine’s thigh was warm against his cheek. All he wanted was to close his eyes, but he didn’t know if he’d be able to open them again, and falling asleep right now was not an option. He had a duty to perform, an obligation to do what his Dom asked of him. He intended to try his best, but still, Kurt was intimidated. It had been one thing when he’d touched himself earlier. He’d simply let himself do what felt good. Focusing on his Dom’s cock was different. He wouldn’t be able to tell if he was doing everything wrong, and doing things right mattered so much more when Blaine’s pleasure was involved. He wanted so badly to please him.

Straightening up on his knees, Kurt reached to take Blaine’s length in his hand, stroking it cautiously. When he glanced at his Dom’s face for reassurance, Blaine nodded down at him encouragingly. Heart racing, the sub slid forward, unhinging his tightly clenched jaw. Hesitation hadn’t done him any favors tonight, so Kurt went straight into action. Opening his mouth, he moved to wrap his lips around the head of Blaine’s cock, incredibly conscious of keeping his teeth covered.

Blaine let out a groan, and Kurt’s eyes shot up immediately. His Dom was smiling at him, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. Relief washed through the boy. He could do this.

Kurt was determined but tentative at first, curiously tracing his tongue over the slit. Blaine’s precum had a strange but not entirely unpleasant flavor. Between his legs, Kurt felt his own cock give a twitch of arousal, and he blinked a few times to refocus. He was hyperaware of the Dom’s unfailing observation, the hazel eyes watching his every move. It was so incredibly erotic. Only hours ago he’d been a blushing virgin, and now he had a cock in his mouth. Kurt shivered a little on the spot and moved to take in more of Blaine’s length.

He became aware, very quickly, that the human mouth was not really all that big. He actually found himself feeling disappointed that it felt so full when much of Blaine’s hot flesh was still exposed. Kurt flexed the muscles of his hand, still wrapped around the base, trying to make up for what he couldn’t reach with his mouth. Dragging his tongue across the underside again and again, he sucked lightly, like he had done earlier with Blaine’s fingers.

Above him, Blaine moaned at the sensation. Kurt felt a hand reach down to tangle in his hair, “God,” his voice was strained and breathless, “So good, Kurt. And you look amazing.” The boy’s stomach clenched in excited knots, and he hummed in acknowledgement of the praise, grateful. Blaine moaned again, louder than before, “Fuck,” so Kurt gladly continued to hum the nameless, random song. Curious, he experimented with different pitches, like tuning an instrument, gauging his Dom’s reaction to find the vibration that made him fall apart the most.

The hand in his hair pulled gently, and Kurt slid his head back until his lips were just past the head. It was hard for his eyes to focus at such close proximity, but on the blurry mass in his vision that was Blaine’s cock, Kurt could see the skin glistening with a trail of his own saliva. For the briefest moment, he felt a little dizzy, overwhelmed. Submitting to Blaine just felt so right, like he could live in this moment for the rest of his life and never need anything else.

Tired and completely at ease between his Dom’s legs, Kurt let himself relax, breathing in deeply through his nose and slipping into a nearly trance-like state while Blaine’s hand guided him back and forth. His head slowly bobbed, and his tongue never ceased its lazy caressing. “Such a good boy,” Blaine whispered, “Such a perfect little mouth. Can you take more, beautiful?” Kurt wasn’t certain, but he was willing to try. He met Blaine’s gaze and blinked once. The Dom grinned, “Okay. We’re gonna try a little more then. Just keep your throat relaxed, sweetheart.” Kurt closed his eyes and focused, letting the push and pull of Blaine’s hand control his movement. Every slide forward gradually increased the length he brought in until Kurt felt the solid heat nearing the back of his mouth.

As Blaine pulled him back to the head, Kurt struggled to calm his muscles, knowing where the next push forward would probably end up. Blaine’s hand pressed against his hair, and Kurt opened his throat like he was caught in the middle of a wide yawn. His Dom’s cock pressed in gently, and for a moment, the sub felt a surge of triumph. His concentration broke just enough that his body responded to the intrusion. Kurt gagged and immediately yanked his head back, pulling off Blaine’s length with a violent, wet cough that had him nearly doubled over on the floor. Bile rose in his throat and he fought back the urge to vomit. Blaine was at his side in an instant, firmly rubbing his back as he spouted apologies and whispered comforting words.

It took Kurt several minutes to stop coughing. He was breathing heavily by the time he regained control. Blaine slid a hand beneath his chin and lifted his head to meet his gaze. “Are you okay?” His Dom’s eyebrows were slanted with distress and worry. Kurt nodded.

“I’m fine,” his voice was hoarse, “Promise.”

Blaine’s expression relaxed a little, “I’m sorry,” he said again, “I shouldn’t have pushed you that far tonight. I know it takes time to learn how to do that properly.”

“It’s okay, Sir, really,” Kurt insisted, “I wanted to try. It’s not your fault my gag reflex works too well,” he smirked.

Blaine smiled back at him, “We’ll have to train you to take it, beautiful,” he replied, sliding his hand up to massage the skin beneath Kurt’s collar, “but we can take our time.” The boy nodded in agreement and lowered himself against the floor, moving to lap at the head of his Dom’s cock. “Kurt,” Blaine urged him back to his knees with a gentle tug, “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he replied truthfully, “I want to make you feel good. Please, Sir? Let me?”

Blaine nodded his assent, and Kurt dropped back to the carpet. The Dom leaned back against the bed and spread his legs, giving Kurt enough room. Without a moment of hesitation, the sub opened his mouth and wrapped his lips firmly around the wet, heated skin. Kurt bobbed his head up and down, sucking and licking as he moved with confidence. The new, downturned angle made it harder to control the amount of saliva slipping between the seal of his lips, and drool began to fall to the carpet and across his own chin. Kurt was unfazed by his sloppy technique; in time he’d learn how to perfect it. Blaine fisted a hand back into his hair, urging him to move faster. The Dom was panting and groaning a constant stream of unintelligible, pleasure-filled sounds—music to the boy’s ears.

“Kurt,” he breathed, “I’m gonna come. You don’t have to swallow.” The hand in his hair tugged lightly, trying to pull him off, but the boy resisted. Instead he sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks. Even though he was waiting for the moment, Kurt was still startled when Blaine’s hips bucked and cum flooded his mouth. He didn’t have time to hear the Dom crying out his name in a rush of pleasure. He didn’t have time to consider the taste or temperature of Blaine’s release. Kurt could only keep swallowing in quick, desperate gulps, fisting a hand at the base of Blaine’s cock to massage him through orgasm.

Blaine’s hips finally stilled. The flesh in his hand and mouth was softening. Kurt pulled off and straightened up on his knees, chin and flushed cheeks smeared with his own spit and a few streaks Blaine’s cum. His mouth felt a little sticky, and his stomach felt a little full, but the sub was overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment. Blaine lifted up a corner of the sheet and wiped the sub’s face clean before pulling him down for a kiss. Kurt let Blaine’s tongue slip in immediately, relishing the way it darted around his mouth, tasting and inspecting the results of his hard work.

“Swallowing your first time… You’re amazing, Kurt,” Blaine praised when they pulled apart, “You’ve been such a good boy for me, all night, just like you promised. I’m proud of you.” Still tucked between Blaine’s legs, Kurt leaned against his Dom’s bare chest, softly kissing his collarbone as a pair of strong arms enveloped him.

“Thank you, Sir.” Nothing felt better than knowing his Dom was proud of him. Not even orgasm could quite compare to the fulfillment he received from knowing he’d pleased the other boy so completely.

“In fact,” Blaine continued, “My beautiful boy has been so wonderfully behaved tonight, I think, before we get ready for bed, he deserves his first reward.” Kurt looked up at him, surprised. Blaine smiled and brushed a hand across his sub’s still hard cock. “We need to take care of this anyway,” he said. The Dom slowly got to his feet and helped Kurt back onto the bed. When he was lying down on his back, Blaine straddled his hips and rubbed a hand across his stomach.

“Right now, I don’t want you to worry about me,” his voice was silky smooth,

“This is all about making you feel good. I know you’re my sub, but that doesn’t mean you should be denied pleasure, especially when you’ve done so much to deserve it. Let me take care of you, beautiful.”

Without another word, Blaine leaned toward him. Their chests pressed together, warm and intimate, as his Dom caught the swollen lips and kissed him slowly. It wasn’t hungry or filled with desperate lust. Blaine wasn’t demanding, only passionate. Kurt closed his eyes. If he let himself imagine a different scenario, or a different life, Kurt could almost believe the Dom was actually his lover. He lifted a hand from the sheets and ever so gently held it to Blaine’s face, surprised when the other boy moved to cover it with his own. “You can touch me,” the whisper was hardly audible while Blaine turned his attention to his sub’s neck, kissing every inch of exposed skin within reach.

Even with permission, Kurt was still a little hesitant to initiate much contact. After all, Blaine wasn’t his lover. The boy above him was his Dom. When the paperwork was completed, Blaine would be legally recognized as his owner, and Kurt would be his property. Their sex had been part of a process, sealing an invisible, lasting bond between them, but they certainly hadn’t made love. Initiating contact seemed almost too intimate for the relationship they were cultivating, but Kurt couldn’t deny that he longed to know what it was like: not just to be touched, but to touch someone in return. Still deciding to play it safe, Kurt was careful to avoid brushing Blaine’s skin. Instead, he slid his free hand through his Dom’s hair, smiling at the way the soft curls threaded through his fingers.

“You’re fluffy,” he observed, repeating the motion. Kurt had no idea where the words were coming from, but he was so tired he didn’t really care. Blaine chuckled.

“Not during the school year. I have to use about two-hundred pounds of gel to tame the crazy curls, though.”

“I like your curls.”

“I like all of you.” Kurt giggled, and Blaine lifted his head, smiling down at him. The sub grinned back. “I like all of you,” Blaine repeated, “I feel lucky to have you, Kurt. Truly.”

Kurt’s sleepy grin widened. “I’m lucky to be yours, Blaine.”

The hazel eyes sparkled at the use of his name. Blaine kissed him again, caressing his face. Kurt relaxed against the pillows as the Dom slowly worked down his body, feathering his bruised skin with kisses and light, affectionate touches. Blaine murmured words of praise and commitment all the while, showering the boy with beautiful, comforting words. “I can’t wait for tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day,” he breathed, “because you’ll be there, and you’ll always be mine. I’m going to take care of you forever.”

Blaine pulled him up, and Kurt settled easily into his lap, wrapping his arms around the Dom’s muscled back. He was vaguely aware of Blaine rocking him back and forth like a child, and he felt a sure hand wrap around his length, working the hard, throbbing flesh with firm but gentle squeezes. Kurt moaned weakly, his nails scratching pale red lines across his Dom’s skin. “That’s it, sweetheart.” Heat began to swirl in his abdomen. Seeking more of the perfect friction, Kurt thrust slowly into Blaine’s hand, and his muscles clenched as he finally came with a broken cry, glad to revel in the incredible sensations of orgasm once more.

“I feel tingly,” he said after a few moments, squirming a little in Blaine’s arms.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Kurt yawned blissfully through the word. Blaine laughed quietly and lifted his hand to his mouth. Kurt watched as the Dom licked a stripe across his own thumb, collecting the sub’s release on the tip of his tongue with a smirk. When Blaine offered him another one of his cum-covered fingers, Kurt obediently took it into his mouth and sucked—“My beautiful, sexy boy.”—until Blaine pulled his hand away and brought their lips together, tongues eagerly brushing against one another to taste.

After breaking their kiss, the Dom lowered Kurt back against the pillows, brushing a hand through his sweaty hair. He reached over to grab one of the half-empty water bottles and let Kurt drink before he finished off the rest. The water was cool and cleansing as it trickled down his throat. “I’m gonna take a quick shower,” Blaine announced, “Then you’ll get a bath, and we’ll be all ready to sleep. How’s that sound, beautiful?”

“Good, Sir,” Kurt replied, easily reverting back to the use of his Dom’s title.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, then,” Blaine leaned down to kiss his forehead, and Kurt slipped his arms around his torso, hugging him close for a handful of seconds. Blaine shot him a fond smile as he crawled off the bed and started toward the bathroom. Kurt breathed out a contented sigh, hearing the shower spring to life a minute later. He was incredibly sore, everywhere. The tender bruises painted onto his skin by Blaine’s possessive hands were sensitive and uncomfortable. He knew for a fact that he’d never felt this exhausted in his entire life. It would take at least several days of relaxation before he regained his full strength.

He smiled through it all, though, thinking of the boy in the bathroom. His dark curls, caring words, and sparkling, hazel eyes. Kurt wondered if his sudden attachment was simply a psychological side effect of being claimed. Maybe his affectionate emotions were an instinctual response, something designed to help solidify their newly created bond. It seemed logical, but Kurt wasn’t sure. He’d never been taught what to expect. Regardless, Kurt couldn’t help himself. The mere thought of Blaine filled him with happiness. He reached toward his neck to grip the leather collar, just to make sure it was there.

Of course it was there. His collar was real. Blaine was real. Kurt had a Dom, and no matter how much his body was hurting, he’d never felt so peaceful. He’d spent years of his life worrying, but for once, he wasn’t afraid to consider what tomorrow could bring. His future was irrevocably tied into Blaine’s future; they were one and the same. He had decades of life to live, and his Dom would be there to guide him through it all. Blaine might not be his lover, but Kurt would never be alone again. And it was a beautiful, beautiful thing.