Kurt squinted and covered his eyes with his hands as the morning’s sunlight crept through Blaine’s blinds. Then he smiled. Blaine’s blinds. He had always imagined – not too obsessively, he hoped – that waking up next to Blaine would be perfect. He would be resting against Blaine’s chest, or maybe spooning – he always liked the idea of being the little spoon – and Blaine’s arms would be snugly around him. They would wake to the sound of bluebirds chirping gaily to greet the sun, and Blaine would tilt his head down just slightly to start the day off with a kiss – free of morning breath, of course. And they’d lay in bed snuggling and laughing and just being themselves until they made breakfast together, and maybe watch a movie, and then, well… then they’d just live happily ever after.

So maybe in that sense, waking up with Blaine wasn’t perfect. Kurt’s body was strewn sideways across the bed, his head and upper back flung over Blaine’s stomach. His hand lay awkwardly on top of Blaine’s face, and he was pretty sure that his other hand was dangerously close to Blaine’s groin. As for Blaine, he had one hand in Kurt’s hair and the other underneath him, most likely numb by this point.

But as Kurt smelled Blaine’s scent in the crushed blue covers scattered about the bed, and felt Blaine’s soft, adorable little snores against his hand on his face, it surely felt perfect. He steadily, gently removed Blaine’s hand from his hair, pausing for just a moment to intertwine their fingers. He liked the heavy weight of his sleeping boyfriend’s hand in his. Chuckling to himself, he grasped Blaine’s arm by the wrist, lifting the arm up and letting the hand dangle down in above his face. Experimentally, he puckered his lips to kiss the tip of Blaine’s thumb. And for some reason, maybe because it was the morning or just because he was giddy from waking up next to his boyfriend, he began to laugh louder and louder, doubling over and rolling to bury his face in Blaine’s stomach, facedown but still sideways on the bed.

Blaine made little sleepy waking noises that were just too adorable, and Kurt turned his head to the side so that his ear rested on Blaine’s smooth, warm stomach as he faced him. He watched in fascination as Blaine’s jaw lowered beautifully and he yawned, just the slightest amount of stubble on his chin. Blaine sleepily looked over to his side to seek out Kurt, then looked almost confused as he looked at his arms, the arms that should have been holding Kurt. Then he looked further down his body to his stomach and grinned broadly.

The porcelain of Kurt’s skin was creamy and beautiful in the sunlight. The dusty blue covers were crumpled around his body. His long legs hung halfway off the bed, and he was just smiling so beautifully and adorably that his heart melted.

“Morning,” Kurt giggled innocently, turning his head to press a soft kiss to Blaine’s stomach.

“Morning to you too, honey.” Blaine brought his hand to Kurt’s hip, then spread his fingers to trail delicately up his side. Kurt shivered at the light, gentle touch, then sighed as Blaine cupped his cheek as best he could, given their position. Blaine laughed lightly. “Did I miss anything last night?”

His other hand gestured towards their sprawled position.

“No, not at all.” Kurt raised his eyebrows in a slight challenge, and his tinkling laughter was fresh and wonderful in Blaine’s ears when Blaine raised his eyebrows back at him.

“Mmmm, this doesn’t look like nothing,” Blaine teased. He let his hand run up and down the silky material covering Kurt’s back. Kurt sighed happily, burying his nose in Blaine’s stomach contentedly. His eyelashes fluttered shut, tickling Blaine’s stomach like butterfly wings, a feeling he could get used to for the rest of his life. After a couple of minutes, Blaine increased the pressure, rubbing in small circles. Kurt’s soft moan vibrated against Blaine’s chest.

“Does this feel good?” Blaine mused, the question more a statement than a question.

“Mmm, yes. Yes, Master.”

Master. The word sounded strange to Blaine, coming out of this boy’s mouth and directed towards him. Not in a bad way, he supposed. Just different. And lucky in a way that he could never fully understand, lucky that Kurt wanted this as well, that Kurt was being so damned perfect and wonderful through all of this.

Kurt whined slightly in protest when he felt Blaine’s hand still, then pull away from his back. He opened his eyes in question, only to find Blaine’s arms stretched out invitingly.

“As much as I absolutely love this, pet, I really miss you in my arms. Come up here, please?”

Kurt stretched, catlike, before crawling up the bed towards Blaine.

“Like, on your chest, or by your side, or…”

“Anywhere you like, so long as I can hold you.”

And why did Blaine have to say things that were so sweet and beautiful, that they made Kurt’s heart leap and his breathing increase whenever he so much as heard that soft, sweet, rich tone Blaine loved to direct towards him? Blaine had to know what kind of effect those words had on Kurt, yet… he said them because he wanted to, because he meant them, not because he was on some quest to woo Kurt. It made his skin tingle and his heart sing.

“Such a charmer,” Kurt grinned, resting his head in the crook under Blaine’s chin and resting a hand on his stomach. Blaine’s arms immediately wound themselves around Kurt, his touch soft and gentle enough to warm Kurt’s heart yet somehow firm at the same time. It was lovely.

“Really?” Blaine grinned. “Are you feeling… wooed?” he asked, his voice deepening and taking on a British accent as he allowed his hands to caress Kurt’s waist.

“Oh, most certainly,” Kurt responded, his voice quickly matching the accent. And then he bit his lip, because Blaine with that low voice and that accent was hot. He felt his grip on Blaine’s shoulder tighten, because he felt so at ease with this that it almost scared him.

“You okay? You tensed a little,” Blaine murmured against the top of Kurt’s head, his mouth now buried in Kurt’s silky locks as he planted a kiss in his hair.

“More than okay,” Kurt smiled, feeling the way the hair on top of his head moved with Blaine’s breath. “It’s just… last night, when we decided to try, you know… this, I had this little lingering worry in the back of my head that maybe moments like this would go away, maybe things between us would change. It sounds silly now, I guess.”

Blaine ever so gently and delicately unwound himself from Kurt, maneuvering their bodies so that they were lying on their sides, facing each other. Kurt’s heart fluttered at the sheer tenderness and emotion in Blaine’s eyes.

“I… pet… Kurt… moments like this mean everything to me. This means everything to me, and I love you so much that I can’t imagine my life without it. I know we’re trying new things this weekend, but… I want that to make things even better for us, not to change anything.”

“Will you still want to be with me if things don’t work out right?”

“Of course. I would want to be with you no matter what. I don’t know how you ever thought that I wouldn’t, but I… I just never want to give you those doubts. I always want to be with you.”

Blaine kept one hand on his waist and brought the other up to touch his face lightly. He smoothed away the worried wrinkles in Kurt’s forehead.

“Always?”

“Always.”

Kurt closed his eyes, leaning into Blaine’s touch.

“Just… one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Last night, well, I mean, I didn’t really feel uncomfortable with it or anything, but… I just… it’s just strange to think of the fact that the way you’re touching me now, it’s – it’s breathtaking, how wonderful and gentle you are, and the way you make me feel. And then when I think of that, and I think of the other way you touched me when you, you know, spanked me last night, it’s hard to really understand the way that both of those things can make me feel so strange and loved at the same time.”

Blaine just nodded, closing his eyes for a bit and dipping his head down to rest close to Kurt’s and briefly nuzzle their noses together.

“I know that this is going to take some time, sweetheart, but, think of it as – I want to be perfect for you, I want to make you feel happy and loved no matter what. I want to make you smile inside and out. When I, well, when I hit you – and it hurts my heart to even use that phrase – it wasn’t about hurting you. I never want to hurt you, I never, ever want to cause you any pain. But - first of all, normally, I don’t even want to talk about your transgressions or punishments after the fact, unless you want to, because I want to show you that your punishment should relieve you of any feelings of guilt or responsibility you may have - but last night, you were hurting yourself by not being honest with me, and you already weren’t happy on the inside – you were hurting and uncomfortable. Punishing you, for me, it was just… it was a way of making you feel secure, of showing you that you can trust me with your worries. I know I had to cause you a little pain on the outside, but my only goal is that it made you feel better on the inside.” He touched his hand gently to Kurt’s heart on the last phrase.

“I know last night was early to be your first punishment, but I wanted to give you structure right from the beginning, and I just want to say that you were absolutely amazing for me.”

Kurt blushed at the praise.

“When you put it like that, it sounds nice,” he said quietly and simply.

“You’ll be rewarded for the things you do well, too, you know. Like what you did right now, for instance. For letting me know what was bothering you.”

“Really?” Kurt smiled.

“Of course. I have something special we can do later today, sweetheart.”

Kurt’s smile grew broader, and Blaine drank in the way the corners of his eyes crinkled but his eyes still looked so full and round and beautiful.

“I love you, you know,” he said adoringly.

“I do know,” Kurt murmured. He leaned in to kiss Blaine on the lips, and the way Blaine touched him, the way they moved together took Kurt’s breath away. It was firm and still gentle and warm and soothing and refreshing, and he could lose himself in it, in Blaine, for just about, well, just about forever. He wriggled closer to Blaine’s body, feeling Blaine’s smile against his lips. His leg moved to hook around Blaine’s thigh, seemingly of its own accord, and his heart pounded madly in his chest as he felt Blaine’s moan vibrate against his lips. After a few minutes, as their breathing grew faster and more desperate, Blaine brought a hand down to caress Kurt’s thigh, pulling it up even further on top of his. Their groins pressed against each other, and Kurt whimpered and gasped into Blaine’s kiss.

“Is this… is this okay?” Blaine made out, his breathing coming in short, quick gasps.

“It’s perfect,” Kurt murmured, allowing his lips to trail down Blaine’s neck, sucking at a spot that made his boyfriend keen and arch his head back, allowing Kurt more access.

“Have you ever, you know…”

“Touched myself?” Kurt asked, suddenly emboldened by the groans falling from Blaine’s mouth.

“Yeah…” Blaine murmured breathlessly, pulling Kurt’s head away to nibble at Kurt’s earlobe, his mewls warm and welcome to Blaine’s ears.

“No.” Kurt’s voice was high and beautiful, and why did the fact that Kurt had never touched himself, that he was so innocent and pure, make Blaine even more aroused?

“Tell me,” Blaine whispered, his breath hot in Kurt’s ear. “Tell me if you want me to touch you… you don’t have to if you don’t want you, you know, if it’s too much for you”

“Want you to,” Kurt made out through a high-pitched gasp as he felt Blaine’s hips thrust against his, and damn, if that wasn’t the sexiest, most beautiful sound to ever grace Blaine’s ears…

“Lay on your back, love. Take off your shirt.” Kurt’s hands flew to his buttons, and Blaine made quick work of Kurt’s pajama pants as Kurt did so. He reached out a hand to palm Kurt through his boxers, and to Kurt it felt like nothing else existed, just Blaine and him and Blaine’s hands and where all his blood was rushing exhilaratingly through his body.

Kurt’s hands fell to his sides as he thrust up into the firmness and warmth of Blaine’s palm. Blaine twisted his hand slightly, teasingly, as Kurt let his head fall back and moaned.

“Finish unbuttoning your shirt first,” Blaine murmured into Kurt’s ear. “Let me see you, let me touch you…”

Blaine lay on his side facing Kurt. One of his legs was intertwined with Kurt’s, and his free hand gently traversed Kurt’s body.

“Good boy,” he smiled as his hand played against Kurt’s stomach and Kurt giggled and moaned at once. “You’re so, so beautiful like this. Always so beautiful.”

He brought his hand down further, and Kurt threw his head back and gasped. His eyes closed as Blaine removed his boxers and his hand wrapped around Kurt.

“Do you like this, pet? Is this okay for you?”

Kurt just groaned in response, reaching out a hand to grip Blaine’s shoulder as he felt his veins pulse and blood race to his stomach. Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt’s neck as his hand moved faster. He took a second to just look at Kurt, the way his face was flushed pink and his eyes were closed. His soft pink lips were parted as he gasped, running his tongue along them achingly, his hand tight on Blaine’s shoulder with need and desperation. He was so gorgeous like this, it almost hurt.

Kurt arched his back and trembled, his feet kicking out and toes curling with the newness of all the sensations he was feeling, the way Blaine was just surrounding him so utterly perfectly. His whimpers became higher and higher as he grew more desperate, tears coming to his eyes, his entire body singing and aching for more, of these feelings, of Blaine ,of everything, of release.

“That’s it, beautiful… you’re so perfect, so amazing and lovely.” Blaine brought a hand down between his own legs, slipping out of his pants and stroking himself in tandem with Kurt. “Good, wonderful, pet… come for me.” He twisted his hand and felt his palm grow wet as Kurt cried out his name. Blaine came soon after, and rolled so that his upper body was pressed against Kurt’s, leaning in so that their cheeks were touching as he felt Kurt’s hot, heavy breaths against his mouth.

He kissed Kurt softly as the boy’s eyes began to open.

“How do you feel, pet?” he breathed against Kurt’s face.

“…amazing…” Kurt sighed.

Blaine quickly retrieved a washcloth, cleaning himself quickly on his way back to the bed. He brought the washcloth to Kurt softly and tenderly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby. You’re going to be a little sensitive now, though…”

Kurt whimpered slightly as Blaine wiped away the sticky white fluid and softly kissed the head of his softened cock.

As soon as Blaine came back to bed, Kurt moved to him, immediately wrapping himself up in his boyfriend’s arms.

“Thank you… thank you, Blaine, Master.”

“Shhh, pet. You never have to thank me for that, it’s.. it’s a part of our relationship, it’s a part of how much I love you.”

Kurt nuzzled into Blaine’s chest and yawned.

“Are you sleepy?”

“Little bit,” Kurt mumbled, his voice muffled by the covers.

“How about you rest here, while I get us some breakfast?”

Blaine made to get up, but Kurt clung to him.

“Master, stay, please? You’re so warm and comfy. Breakfast can always wait.”

“Of course, honey. Whatever you need, always.”

Blaine smiled dotingly down at Kurt, and Kurt sighed happily, tilting his head up to kiss the spot beneath Blaine’s chin before settling back against his chest. They chatted idly for a few minutes until Kurt began to drift off against Blaine’s chest, and Blaine just smiled softly and watched him, hardly able to believe that Kurt was really there, really his.