“Blaine.”

Blaine opened his eyes. He had been so into the moment, feeling the pleasures from Kurt's mouth on his hard member, and the sudden removal of that warm mouth and the desperation in Kurt's voice brought him out of that. “What's wrong, sweetheart? What's going on?”

Kurt spoke softly, so much so that Blaine couldn't hear him. He cocked his head to the side, and Kurt repeated himself a little louder. “I think I lost the key.” Blaine felt the colour drain from his face. He pulled at the handcuffs securing him to the headboard, as though that would magically make them come off.

“What do you mean, you lost the key?” He said lowly.

“I mean, that I don't remember where I put it. I thought I had set it on that table, but it isn't there.” The older boy climbed down from the bed so that he could search the floor. “It isn't down here, I'm so sorry, babe, I don't know what could have happened.” Blaine was beginning to panic a little, but he calmed his breathing and told himself that it was going to be okay, if they really needed to, they could get Santana to pick the lock. That would be an awkward conversation in the making, though.

“It's okay, Kurt.” And actually, he felt as though it was. If anything, he had become even harder. The idea that he really couldn't escape, that there was absolutely nothing he could do thrilled him. “Just, Kurt, please. I need you.” Kurt stood and looked down at him. He looked vaguely confused. Blaine thrust his hips into the air to emphasize what he meant. “I'm just, god, I'm so horny. I don't even care about the key right now, I just need you.”

“A-are you sure?” Kurt asked. Blaine only whimpered in response, knowing that that sound was one that nearly always made Kurt want to do things to him. “I mean,” he turned and looked around the room quickly. “Fuck it, I'm going to ride you so goddamn hard-“ Blaine grinned widely. He thrust his hips again in anticipation, and Kurt climbed back onto the bed, holding him down. “Don't move. Not yet.” He reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring some onto his hand as he turned his back to Blaine, presenting his ass to him. Blaine moaned at the sight. Kurt brought his hand around and slowly circled his hole before sliding a finger in. Blaine's hips tried to jump up again, but Kurt held him down still with his other hand.

Kurt moaned lightly as he pumped his finger, before adding the second, and then the third. Blaine felt like he might just explode from the sight of Kurt fucking himself on his fingers, but he knew better. Kurt had slid into dom mode, and Blaine was sliding more into his submission. He wouldn't cum until Kurt allowed it. Kurt finally removed his fingers, and Blaine could see his hole gaping slightly. He closed his eyes, before feeling lube pour onto his cock and Kurt gripping him tightly, making sure the entire shaft was covered. He groaned, so close to the edge, but trying desperately to will it away. When Kurt climbed on top of him, he started biting his lip, the pain taking him slightly away from the edge.

Kurt line Blaine up to his hole, staying there, the muscles in his leg tense, until Blaine almost couldn't stand it any longer, and thrust himself down, taking all of Blaine inside. “Oh god. You're so tight, sir, so tight.” Kurt covered his mouth.

“No speaking, unless I tell you.” Blaine was nodding, the desperation in his eyes almost overwhelming Kurt, who decided that they'd better start the rhythm. Blaine was reduced to gasping breaths and repressed moans in no time, trying as hard as he could not to explode. He didn't think he had ever felt this desperate. Kurt leaned forward and kissed him deeply, keeping his pace, before pulling back and shouting, “Now, Blaine!”

It was instantaneous. Blaine was shooting into Kurt, seeing stars behind his closed eyelids, crying out as he felt wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body. He was just regaining his breath when Kurt pulled himself off of his softening member, and when he opened his eyes he saw Kurt's cock in front of his face.

“Open.” Blaine obeyed immediately, and soon Kurt's cock was deep in his throat, and he was sucking lightly, running his tongue along the sensitive part just under the head. He could feel his cum dripping from Kurt's ass and onto his stomach, and he soon felt Kurt's cock twitching in his mouth, about ready to explode. Kurt slid out, but Blaine kept his mouth open, desperate to catch whatever he could, get as much of a taste of Kurt as he could. He felt the first spurt on his cheek, the next hitting his tongue directly, and the next going from his forehead down to his chin. He swallowed as much as he could, before Kurt stopped him. “I just want to see you like this,” Kurt said, and Blaine nodded.

Soon Kurt was leaning down to kiss him. “Such a good boy,” he said, before sliding his tongue inside Blaine's mouth. Blaine felt his hands release from the handcuffs, and opened his eyes, pulling away from Kurt to see the key in his hand and the handcuffs dangling. Kurt grinned widely.

“I remembered. I left the key beneath your pillow.”