Sugar Baby

Five

Blaine awoke in the morning to feel the bed quaking next to him, the springs creaking with a violent movement that wasn't him. He rolled over, stretching out muscles cramped from sleeping with Kurt twined like a vine around him, and was greeted by the sweetest sight any morning could ever bring.

Kurt lay next to him, pants discarded and shirt rucked-up up to expose his pebbled nipples and the flush trailing from bright on his cheeks to warming the alabaster-pale skin of his chest beneath the numerous lovebites sucked and bitten a vivid purple-black into his flesh. A sweat stood out his brow, head thrown back against the pillows, eyes closed in ecstasy, lips parting around ragged gasps and wanton moans, increasing in their desperate pitch as he writhed and arched on the sheets.

Blaine felt his heart stutter in his chest, his breath catch in his throat, all the blood in his body flood south, as he took in the display greeting his sleep-hazy eyes: Kurt lying on bed next to him, three fingers of one hand working frantically in and out of him in a hard, rough rhythm, the middle finger of the other rubbing desperately at his clit, his whines holding a modicum of frustration as he arched his hips towards his fingers, eyes slowly opening as he whimpered, “God, just come already.”

“Need some help?” Blaine asked, skipping easily of out his shirt and sliding his hands down Kurt’s side to grip his hips, painting violently red marks into his porcelain skin. Kurt’s answering whine and fervent nodding encouraged him to tug the teenager closer, pressing him face-down into the bed, kissing slowly up his spine, trailing his tongue lazily over each knob of bone as his hands traced a line over the sweat-glazed skin, tugging Kurt’s shirt up over his head and shoving off his own pants, shuddering as his cock slipped down the cleft of Kurt's ass.

“You have such pretty thighs, sweetheart,” Blaine murmured darkly against the back of Kurt’s neck, rolling the warm flesh of his ass in his hands to hear him gasp and keen. “Will you let me fuck them?”

Kurt’s whimper of, “Yes!” was almost loud enough to pass for a scream as his hips jerked violently down into the mattress, legs spreading instinctively before slamming closed, arms reaching behind him to scrabble at Blaine’s hips, pulling him down to press their bodies flush together, both of them moaning, Kurt’s high and Blaine’s gravelly, when Blaine’s cock dragged wetly over the back of Kurt’s thigh.

“How long?” Blaine asked, raking his nails over Kurt’s back, leaving rising red lines carved into the skin, something to remain for long after Kurt left, to remind him of what they shared. “How long were you lying next to him with your fingers in that slutty pussy of yours?” He pulled Kurt’s head up, purring, “You know only bad boys touch themselves, baby. Why didn’t you wake me up, hmm?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Kurt said breathlessly, voice already sounding choked with slight tears. “I didn’t mean to, but I needed something and you wouldn’t wake up. Please don’t punish me, Daddy, it hurt and I needed-”

“Enough,” Blaine interrupted, his voice deeper with every word, growling out the word. “You know what happens to bad boys like you. They need to be taught a lesson.” He slid his hands down the outsides of Kurt’s thighs, pushing them firmly together. “Legs together, sweetheart. Keep them like that, no spreading them like a little slut.”

He’d dreamt of this, thinking they’d both wake up desperate after being interrupted the night before, but never had he ever imagined getting to have Kurt under him like this, pale and smooth and glowing, whining and sobbing, feeling the tears on his cheek when he smoothed a hand over Kurt’s jaw, hooking two fingers beneath his chin to tug his head to the side for a soft kiss. “Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m only a little bit angry with you, baby. I’m going to make us both feel so good.”

“I don’t like it when you get cross with me,” Kurt said petulantly. “You don’t touch me when you’re cross, or when you’re not there, but I can’t touch myself because only bad boys do that. I have to come and find you.”

“That’s right,” Blaine whispered silkily, reaching for the lube and sliding two fingers of each hand between Kurt’s thighs, slicking him up before sliding a hand over himself. “Only I can make you come, baby. No one else, not even you, can make it as good as I can.” Kurt shook his head against the mattress, lifting his arms up over his head, fingers curling into the sheets as Blaine let himself lie flat on top of Kurt, moulding every dip and curve of his own body to Kurt’s, and thrust gently into the nook between Kurt’s thighs.

He’d known Kurt was close before they started, but he hadn’t expected him to come without being touched within five shallow thrusts, pressing his ass back against Blaine’s pelvis with a strangled sound somewhere between a sob and moan. “Let me up, please,” Kurt breathed, voice hoarse, quieter than Blaine had ever heard him. “I promise, Daddy, I’ll make you feel good, but my legs hurt, I can’t really keep them like that for long.”

Blaine lifted himself up and off Kurt, a moan torn from his throat when Kurt sprang upright and shoved him backwards against the headboard, smiling innocently up at him and fluttering his lashes, looking so innocent, lying on his stomach with his legs kicking aimlessly at the air behind him. Yet he had no innocence when he pressed slow kisses up Blaine’s leg, from his knee up the tender insides of his thighs to finish with a wet peck to the tip of his cock, pretty pink tongue darting out to taste the precome pearling there with a hum of satisfaction.

“Mouth on me, now,” Blaine growled out in command, giving Kurt the warning to take a breath before Blaine clamped his hands to the back of his head and shoved his down, hips bucking up with his relieved groan as Kurt’s mouth slid over him, tongue swirling around the head before he started sucking in earnest, eyes closed and moaning around Blaine.

No sooner had Blaine come, lying in bed sated and warm with Kurt smiling at him and kissing over his shoulder, than Kurt looked over at the clock and jerked upright with a, “Shit, I’m late for school!”

Blaine watched him rushing around, ducking quickly into the shower, dressing with a fantastic speed and spritzing on Blaine’s own cologne to mask the smell of sex still clinging to him, and all he could think was that he would pay his own weight in pure gold to keep the pretty boy around.