Blaine’s the first one up in the morning, as usual. He lies awake for a while, simply taking in the beauty of Kurt’s sleeping form, before getting up to have a shower and make breakfast. Kurt joins him in the kitchen about half an hour later, already fully clothed and with his hair in a stylish quiff. Blaine looks up as he walks in, a smile grazing his features.

“Morning,” he says, putting down the magazine. Kurt returns the smile and kisses the top of Blaine’s head, lingering a while to feel the scent of his newly washed hair. As he pulls back his hand cradles Blaine’s jaw, in that way Kurt knows he loves.

“Morning. Thank you for making breakfast, you’re such a good boy.”

Blaine’s insides flood with warmth at the compliment, and he can see Kurt’s eyes shine with affection. He turns his head to nuzzle at Kurt’s hand, eyes falling shut as he does. God, he’s still so in love with this boy. Kurt presses another kiss to his crown before going to grab himself some coffee and sit down beside him. Blaine still has a soft smile on his lips and he notices that Kurt can’t stop sneaking glances at him. Finally he puts down his half-empty cup of coffee and turns to him.

“Baby,” he says, his voice soft but with an undertone of authority, and Blaine’s head immediately snaps around to face him. His eyes are dark and attentive now because he knows what the word ‘baby’ means. Outside the bedroom, for their normal everyday lives, it’s ‘sweetheart’, or ‘honey’, or whatever loving pet name Kurt feels like using that day. But as soon as Kurt calls him ‘baby’, Blaine knows he’s only allowed to do what Kurt tells him to. It’s an instant thrill running through his body, his desire to submit and be praised and loved rising to the surface. He puts down his empty cup without taking his eyes off Kurt, and waits. Kurt cocks his head to the side and smiles in a way that’s both loving and a bit coy.

“I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy and making me breakfast. Would you like me to reward you, baby?” he asks, moving his hand to let his fingers lightly skim over the hairs on Blaine’s arm. Blaine swallows and nods, his eyes darkening every second. Kurt chuckles softly and stands, towering over Blaine as he speaks again.

“On the other hand I think you deserve a punishment for looking so hot this morning, with your curls free and that tight shirt,” Kurt continues teasingly, slowly moving his hand up Blaine’s arm and shoulder. “It’s making me want to tie you down and ravish you until I’m late for work. That isn’t very nice of you baby, making me late for work.”

Blaine doesn’t say anything because he knows he’s not allowed, he just bites his lip to hold back a whimper. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that after all these years it still makes his stomach swoop when Kurt takes control, but it does and Blaine loves it, oh god does he ever. Especially when Kurt is smirking at him like this, an idea clearly already in full shape behind those beautiful eyes.

“So I’m going to do both,” Kurt continues while lightly tracing the line of Blaine’s jaw with his fingertips. “I will reward you… and I will punish you.” His low, purring tone sends a shiver of pleasure down Blaine’s spine and he feels his cock twitch in his jeans. Kurt moves his face even closer to Blaine’s, his breath ghosting over his cheek as he speaks.

“How does that sound, baby? Tell me.”

“It sounds wonderful, so good, Kurt –“ Blaine almost stumbles over the words in his hurry to get them out but is quickly silenced by a finger against his lips and he continues to just breathe heavily, his heart pounding in his ears.

“Shh baby, no more talking now,” Kurt says as he pulls back. “Stand up.”

Blaine quickly does as he’s told, his legs trembling slightly as Kurt continues to fix him with an intense but loving stare.

“You’re so beautiful,” Kurt breathes before he pushes Blaine back against the kitchen table, their lips only inches apart and Kurt’s right hand suddenly pushing firmly down on the growing bulge in Blaine’s pants. Blaine almost, almost lets out a moan but Kurt told him to be quiet, so he swallows it down and just pants, his body and cock aching for Kurt’s touch and his mouth and…

But Kurt doesn’t kiss him, he just ghosts his lips over his jaw, his cheek, and down his neck. He never really touches him, just the tickling of his breath and the heat radiating from his skin lets Blaine feel where his mouth is. The only place where Kurt is really touching him is where his hand is intently stroking Blaine’s hard cock through his jeans and Blaine is biting back moans and whimpers, knowing that if he makes a sound now the amount of punishment that Kurt has in mind for him will increase.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come undone like this,” Kurt whispers when his lips reaches Blaine’s ear. “You’re so good for me, so good baby,” he continues while stroking Blaine harder through the fabric of his jeans. Blaine is shaking with it now, trembling with the effort to hold back the sounds he wants to make because he’s so close and he knows Kurt can tell, and he just needs a little more, just a little…

But Kurt pulls back and Blaine is so close to making a noise but he stops himself at the very last second. He stays where he is, hands gripping the table so hard his knuckles are turning white. His cock is raging in his pants, throbbing and aching and so close but Kurt won’t take him there, at least not right now. Blaine takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself, eyes following Kurt as he puts both of their coffee cups in the sink, picks up his keys and his bag and opens the door. Just before he walks out he turns around, smirk fully back in place.

“Be a good boy today baby,” he says in a low voice. “You know what I mean. If you can manage that, I just might have a reward for you tonight.”

The door slams shut and Blaine lets out a long breath, raising a hand to wipe the light sheen of sweat from his forehead. He knows what Kurt means, this is his punishment; he’s not allowed to get off before Kurt comes home and takes care of that for him. It’s not one of his more intense punishments, because the cause of it was more Kurt being playful than Blaine actually doing something wrong, but he’s both frustrated and thrilled regardless. Frustrated because it’s so much more difficult to focus on work when your cock is aching with need in your pants and thrilled because, to Blaine, there’s nothing more wonderful than submitting completely to Kurt. He draws another deep breath and tries to ignore the aching in his groin as he washes up the coffee cups and goes to start his work for the day. The black lines and notes on his sheet music seem particularly incomprehensible today, and every other word he writes almost becomes Kurt or fuck or cock before he stops himself at the last second. Half a dozen times he’s very close palming himself through his pants but he bites down on his fist and forces his attention back to the music he’s trying to write.

Right before lunch his phone buzzes beside him on the desk and he knew it was coming, he just knew it. He checks the text message and is not surprised.

Are you still hard for me, baby?

The words are simple enough but Blaine can vividly imagine Kurt’s dirty smirk when he typed out and sent the text. He shifts in his seat and adjusts himself in his pants, the simple touch making him gasp and squirm a bit. He desperately tries to distract himself by staring intently at his phone, waiting for the next message. Kurt is still calling him ‘baby’ so he can’t answer any of the texts unless Kurt tells him to. His phone buzzes again.

Because I’m hard for you, so fucking hard when I think about tying you up and making you come apart.

Blaine whimpers softly and clutches the phone harder, trying to stop himself from palming over the bulge in his jeans. He doesn’t have to wait long for the next message.

I’ll have a surprise with me tonight and I can’t wait to show you, baby. Can’t wait to reward you with it and watch you writhe and moan and fall apart under me, my beautiful boy.

The nails on Blaine’s right hand are digging into his thigh as he tries to stop his own hand from moving to his straining bulge. He wants to touch himself so badly, wants to stroke his aching cock and come so hard he passes out, but he knows Kurt will be able to tell right away if he’s been naughty. So he bites his lips and fists his hands and just barely resists. He waits for another text but his phone remains silent, so he assumes Kurt is done teasing him for now. He takes a couple of minutes to have a cold drink and compose himself somewhat before returning to his work.

The rest of the day goes by extremely slowly, the thrumming undercurrent of arousal never leaving Blaine’s body. His cock never goes softer than half-hard and he can’t keep his thoughts off Kurt for more than five minutes at a time so it’s almost constantly throbbing and pressing against his zipper. At ten minutes to seven his phone goes off again and he sends a few pieces of sheet music flying as he grabs for it.

Baby, I will be home in ten minutes. When I get back I want you naked on the bed. Remember, no touching yourself. Be a good boy for me.

Blaine lets out a small moan in anticipation and scrambles to get up from his seat and into the bedroom. He tosses the phone on the side table and starts to strip down, hissing when he pulls down the zipper over his swollen cock. He tosses his clothes in a corner and sits down on the bed, waiting eagerly with his hands fisted in the sheets to keep himself from touching his cock. When he finally hears a key in the lock he swings his legs up onto the bed and lies down on his back. His cock is flushed red and twitching slightly, curved up towards his stomach with bead of precome forming in the slit. He hears Kurt shuffle around in the kitchen, clearly taking his time and making Blaine wait.

When Kurt finally enters the room the top buttons on his white shirt are undone, as is his dark purple tie. He smiles warmly at Blaine and hangs his suit jacket on a chair, but Blaine’s attention is mainly focused on the plastic bag in his left hand. Kurt notices and his smile turns into the smirk that Blaine loves so much, the lovingly coy one. Kurt walks up to the bed and sits down on it, undoing a few more of his shirt buttons.

“Hi baby,” he says softly, his eyes focused on Blaine’s face while his hand creeps up his thigh. “Have you been a good boy for me today? Tell me.”

“Yes Kurt, yes I have. I’ve been so good for you, please show me the surprise you brought, please…”

Kurt chuckles and silences him with a look, undoing the last few buttons on his shirt and slipping it off, along with his tie. Blaine lets out a small whine at the sight of Kurt’s pale, perfect chest and tugs lightly at his restraints. He wants to touch…

“No need to be so impatient,” Kurt coos as he scoots up towards Blaine and bends down, taking his face in his hands and kissing him. It’s deep and passionate and leaves Blaine panting, his cock twitching. “I will show you in due time, alright baby? Nod.”

Blaine eagerly bobs his head up and down, eyes fixed on Kurt’s spit-shining lips. He hasn’t recovered from that kiss and he just wants those lips on his again. But Kurt smirks and pulls away, reaching for his tie at the foot of the bed. He slides it slowly up Blaine’s leg, over his leaking cock and across his chest and Blaine whimpers softly at the teasing contact.

“Hands, baby,” Kurt murmurs in his ear and Blaine doesn’t even think, he just lifts his hands above his head as a reflex. Kurt slides the tie over and around his wrists and the wooden bar in the headboard, securing them tightly so he can’t move. Then his face is between Kurt’s hands again and he arches up for a kiss, but Kurt holds him in place and just looks at him.

“Good boy,” he purrs, his hot breath ghosting across Blaine’s face. “What’s our safeword?”

“Silver,” Blaine breathes, eyes darting between Kurt’s lips and lust-blown eyes. The answer earns him another deep kiss and then Kurt is standing up, undoing his black suit slacks and shimmying out of them. Blaine just barely has time to bite back a moan when he realises that Kurt is full commando, his cock hard and heavy between his legs. Blaine can’t take his eyes off it, the thickness and the veins and he wants to taste, wants so badly…

But of course that’s not what Kurt has in mind. Instead, he reaches for the plastic bag he had with him and holds it up in front of Blaine, a teasing smile on his lips.

“Do you want to know what I brought you, baby?” he asks and Blaine nods eagerly again, tongue darting out to wet his lips. When Kurt finally takes the surprise out of the bag Blaine almost chokes on a breath, his mouth going dry and his chest heaving. Kurt tosses the plastic bag on the floor and holds up the large dildo so Blaine can see it properly. It has fairly realistic anatomy except for the fact that it’s bright purple, is somewhere between twenty and twenty five centimeters long and very thick. And…

“It vibrates,” Kurt says as he flicks a button on the thicker end. A faint buzzing sound fills the room and Blaine can almost feel it already, feel the vibrations on his body, on his cock, in his ass. His cock throbs and hardens even more at the thought, it’s almost painful now. He’s so lost to his fantasies that he gives a surprised yelp when he feels the dildo on his thigh, right above his knee. The vibrations travel up his leg, straight to the delicious heat pooling in his groin, and he struggles to stay still. Kurt leans forward to whisper into his ear, inching the vibrator a little bit higher up Blaine’s thigh.

“Do you like it, baby? Do you want it? Tell me.”

“I want it, oh god I want it in me, please Kurt…” Blaine knows his voice is breathless and needy but he can’t bring himself to care, not when the vibrator is moving closer to his cock every second. It’s almost at the crease of his thigh now and it’s nearly impossible for him to keep from squirming.

“What was that, baby? I don’t think I heard you, where did you say you want it?” Kurt breathes in his ear as he moves the tip of the vibrator in a circle around his cock, down the dip between his thighs and up to his hipbone. Blaine is panting now, his cock leaking precome onto his stomach.

“I want it in my ass, please,” he pleads, trying to arch his back but Kurt holds him down with a kind but firm hand on his hip. “Fuck, Kurt, please put it in me, oh god.”

Suddenly Kurt is on all fours above him, the vibrator pressed against Blaine’s cheek. Kurt’s eyes are dark, very dark, and when he speaks it’s almost a growl.

“Do you want it in your ass?” he says as he moves the dildo lower, tracing the line of Blaine’s throat and then circling his right nipple with the tip. “Do you want me to stick it in you and fuck your ass with it until you’re a sobbing, writhing mess?” The vibrator is on his stomach now, not even an inch away from his cock. “Until you can’t do anything but beg, and scream, and come helplessly all over yourself? Is that what you want, baby?” And the vibrator touches his cock.

“Yes!” Blaine sobs, his head thrashing from side to side as he moans in pleasure. “Yes, do it, please Kurt, I want it so bad…”

“Hush now baby, no more talking until I say so,” Kurt says as he sits back on his heels, puts the vibrator beside him on the bed for now and grabs the lube off the bedside table. “But feel free to be noisy,” he continues in a sultry voice as he coats two fingers in lube and trails a line of kisses down Blaine’s stomach, making him shudder. “You know how much I love the sounds you make.”

And with those words Kurt starts circling Blaine’s entrance with slick fingers, while at the same time tracing the veins in his cock with just the lightest, teasing touch of his tongue. Blaine whines because his cock is aching now and he tries to buck his hips to get more, more anything, but Kurt holds him down again.

“Stay still baby, and be patient. I’ll take care of you.”

So he obeys and stays still, except for his head which is still thrashing from side to side as Kurt teases him. When a slick finger finally slips into his ass he makes a grateful noise and lets his eyes fall closed, just enjoying the feeling of Kurt’s finger inside him, slowly fucking him. When another finger is added the sounds he makes become louder, and when Kurt crooks his fingers and hits his prostate he full on wails, stopping himself in the very last second from arching up off the bed. Kurt speeds up his movements and Blaine whimpers and sobs and oh god he needs more. Kurt soon adds a third finger and it burns a little, but only for a second before Kurt is stroking his prostate again and Blaine is letting out a long, vocalised moan. Kurt fucks him with three fingers for a while before slowing down, ignoring Blaine’s whine of protest. Kurt reaches out with his left hand and finds the vibrator, still buzzing where it lays abandoned on the covers.

“I think you’re ready now, baby,” he purrs. “Are you? Are you ready to have this inside you?”

Blaine’s response is just a guttural noise but apparently that’s enough because Kurt swiftly coats the fake purple dick in lube and slowly slides it into him. The feeling of being filled is amazing and the vibrations are so much more intense now, he can feel them in his entire body and oh god does it feel good. He almost starts fucking himself on the vibrator but then he remembers: stay still. So he does, with a lot of effort. He’s been hard and needy all day and he knows he won’t last long. Kurt knows it too and he doesn’t waste any time once the dildo is buried in Blaine’s ass; he pulls it out and roughly pushes it in again, making Blaine’s body jerk and causing him to moan even louder.

“You take it so good baby, so good,” Kurt praises as he licks at Blaine’s cock. “You’re going to come like this, I know you’re close, and when you’re all loose and open for me I’m going to fuck you, going to fuck you so hard baby.”

Blaine can only whine in agreement because Kurt is right, he’s so close. Kurt is fucking him hard and fast with the dildo and he’s turned the vibrations up, and it’s almost too much pleasure for Blaine to bear. He’s biting his lip and sweating because he’s trying so hard to keep still, and moans and keens and whimpers of pleasure spill over his lips.

And then suddenly Kurt halts his movements, turns the vibrator up to the highest setting and presses it against Blaine’s prostate and that’s just it. Blaine has no control anymore, he gasps and jerks and screams and comes helplessly all over his stomach and chest. Somewhere in his orgasm haze he notices Kurt turning off the vibrator but he still works Blaine through it with small strokes in and out, scooting up to kiss him sweetly as he comes down.

“Good, so good baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous when you come,” Kurt murmurs against his lips and pulls the dildo out, his own hard cock jutting against Blaine’s hip. “I’ve been hard for you all day, thinking about you all hot and spent and open for me,” he continues in a low voice as he scoots down Blaine’s body again, placing light kisses along his neck and chest. Blaine squirms a little as Kurt’s lips tickle his ribs but he’s too sated to move much. He barely registers the movements of Kurt slipping on a condom and coating himself in lube, groaning softly as he gives himself a few strokes. Blaine just barely feels him shift around on the bed, he’s too far gone basking in his post-orgasm haze. But when he feels the tip of Kurt’s cock nudge at his entrance while his lips graze Blaine’s, his attention is brought back to here and now.

“Stay still and take it for me like the good boy you are,” Kurt murmurs against his lips, lifts himself up onto his hands and sinks his whole cock into Blaine at once. Blaine lets out a guttural moan and tugs at his restraints because god. He knows he’s such a slut for Kurt’s cock, he loves the feel and girth of it and now that it’s finally inside him he just wants to touch, touch all of Kurt. But he’s bound, tied and Kurt is in him and above him and all around him and the thought alone makes his cock stir again, far too soon after his orgasm but Blaine just keens and bucks because it feels too good, Kurt feels too good.

“Talk to me baby,” Kurt demands in a slightly breathless voice as he starts to move, slowly at first but it’s not long before he speeds up his thrusts, his cock grazing Blaine’s prostate on every stroke and Blaine almost screams from overstimulation but he can’t bring himself to use their safeword because at the same time it’s so good. He loves it when Kurt uses him like this, fucks him hard and ruthless and he knows Kurt knows he does. So Blaine writhes and sobs and does as he’s told.

“Kurt, oh god! Fuck you feel so good, harder, please harder…”

“I love how tight you are baby,” Kurt groans as he moves faster, the sharp sound of skin slapping together filling the room. “Love how you feel around my cock, like you were fucking made for it!”

“I was, I was, oh god Kurt!” Blaine sobs, his body trembling and shaking with how hard Kurt is fucking him. His cock is fully hard again and he didn’t think it was possible to be close again so soon after coming but he is. Waves of arousal are coursing through him and his body is tensing up, and Kurt must feel it because he suddenly stops, panting above Blaine and placing a light kiss on his forehead before pulling back to look him in the eyes.

“Are you close again so soon, baby? Fuck, you’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

Blaine doesn’t trust his voice when his whole body is thrumming like this so he just whimpers and nods, trying to move his hips to get friction on his throbbing cock. But Kurt’s firm hand is there on his hip again, holding him down and Blaine sobs with need.

“Please… Kurt, fuck please don’t stop!” he pleads and then he gasps as Kurt’s hands grab his curls, yanking his head backwards and exposing his throat, giving Kurt access so eagerly suck on his pulse point. Kurt knows what that does to Blaine, he knows oh so well, and Blaine can’t help the desperate sounds spilling out of his mouth.

“Who do you belong to?” Kurt growls against his neck as his hips start to move again and god Blaine loves this, loves it so much.

“You, Kurt! Only you, oh god don’t stop…”

“Are you my slut, baby?” Hips moving even faster. “Are you a slut for my cock?”

“Yes! I’m yours Kurt, I’m your cockslut, oh fuck oh god Kurt…!”

He’s thrashing wildly now, tugging at the tie around his wrists and moaning almost like he’s in pain. His moans mix with Kurt’s above him, holding him down and fucking into him hard, ruthless, whispering filthy encouragements in his ear.

“That’s it baby, take it, take my cock just like that, I love fucking your tight little asshole, go on and come for me, do it baby, come for me, my beautiful boy…”

And Blaine does, with one last hit to his prostate and a broken moan he comes, untouched and all over himself for the second time that night. He can’t stop moaning all the way through it and his sounds make Kurt even more eager, he fucks into him hard until his hips become erratic and he’s moaning brokenly in Blaine’s ear as he seizes up and comes. Blaine can feel his cock throbbing inside him, can feel the warm wetness of his come, and lets out a content whimper. Kurt collapses above him, sweaty and spent and coating his face with soft kisses.

“I love you,” kiss “I love you,” kiss “love you so much.” kiss.

“I love you too,” Blaine says with the small amount of voice he has left. Kurt gives him a sated smile and reaches up to untie his wrists, hanging the tie neatly over the bar in the headboard. He lifts Blaine’s wrists to his lips and kisses them, sooths with lips and tongue and Blaine just watches and smiles, his eyelids becoming heavier every second. Finally Kurt rolls them over and pulls Blaine to his chest, settling under the covers.

“You are so beautiful, sweetheart,” Kurt murmurs against his hair as Blaine slides an arm over his waist and tucks his head under Kurt’s chin. “So beautiful, and such a good boy. Now go to sleep.”

And Blaine does, not even a minute later, to the sound of Kurt’s heartbeat and with a soft smile on his lips.