The boys settled back into their routine in the city, working hard on their studies and at work and on all the side projects and everything else they were involved in. School seemed to rush by after spring break and finals were approaching well before anyone was ready for them, which meant deadlines from projects and hardly any time for each other. It was difficult, to say the least, especially when their time was being stretched so thin already.

Kurt was seriously starting to regret his internship as it kept him from his final project, but Blaine and Bas were both quick to remind him that it would only aid him along with his degree when he entered the fashion industry. It was still very difficult and stressful for him, though, and more often than not the countertenor came home only to collapse in an exhausted heap, unable to even help with dinner if it hadn't already been cooked and cleaned up by then.

The others really weren't faring all that much better, but at least Sebastian hadn't quite developed carpal tunnel yet. Blaine's fingers were constantly cramped from playing the piano virtually non-stop and he often had headaches from all the time spent in the music hall with the many instruments being played and general ruckus all around. They were all relatively miserable much of the time, but they kept their fighting to a minimum at least.

The stress kept Sebastian in his own room most nights, but he had started to join Kurt and Blaine in the larger room on the weekends when they all had time at home. They'd refrained from sex since the breakup with Adam, if only because they were so often so tired that all had been suffering from less… energy to actually do the deed.

The fact was, a lot of the time the boys found themselves jerking off in the shower like teenagers again just to fit some sexual release into their daily lives. Kurt and Blaine did set aside at least one evening a month for ‘date night' when Bas imposed himself upon Elliot and Eli for a ‘guys night' and the two got.. reacquainted.

It was on one of those nights, after a light dinner of fresh salad with grilled chicken and all the produce Kurt could find at the local farmer's market, that the boys broke out their purchases from some time ago. Kurt went easily to the bed as Baine restrained him with little effort needed, using much the same method that Kurt had used the first time they played with their new bondage items.

Once the countertenor was sprawled and bound naked to the bed, Blaine took to choosing his toys. The first thing he grabbed was something simple to set the mood- the honey dust. It came in a little pouch with a feather applicator, and Blaine was quick to dip the feather in the silky smooth powder and lightly dance it over his boyfriend's skin. The powder smelled sweet and tickled his nose when he accidentally breathed it in as he dipped the feather and pulled it out again, sliding it over Kurt's per nipples and along his collarbones, making the brunette shudder and whine.

“Blaine,” he whimpered, biting back a half-moan, half-giggle. “Blaine, it tickles!” Smiling and satisfied that Kurt was properly coated in a thin layer of shimmering honey dust, Blaine set the little satchel aside and kept the feather close enough to reach again. He then leaned in and licked a stripe from Kurt's navel up the center of his chest until their lips melded together and Blaine stole his breath away.

Kurt twitched as Blaine kissed him and his hands roamed over the helplessly bound body beneath him, fingers prodding and skin sliding smoothly over skin. At some point when Kurt wasn't payng attention, Blaine had stripped so that they were both delightfully naked and the sweet dust passed between their bodies like glitter in one of their favorite clubs. Blaine licked over Kurt's collar bones from one to the other after tugging away from his mouth, pulling on his bottom lip, eliciting a deep moan from the countertenor.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” Blaine murmured, trailing his lips down Kurt's body until he reached his hips, where he attached his mouth and sucked a bruise, first on the left, then on the right, until Kurt was bucking against his bonds as best he could. Blaine chuckled, then grabbed the body chocolate he'd put in their basket that day in the sex shop, drizzling it over Kurt's balls and the base of his shaft before leaning in to lick the head of Kurt's cock teasingly. “Taste good here, too.”

The licks continued, down the prominent vein of Kurt's rigid cock until he reached the chocolate drizzle, lapping at it until… “Eugh,” he pulled back, face scrunched up in disgust. Kurt stared at him, unsure if he should react to the obvious distaste or the fact that his cock was painfully hard and not getting any attention. “Fuck, that does not taste good at all. That's not chocolate. I don't care what the label says.”

Kurt was torn between laughing and crying, so he let out a sort of breathy whine and jerked his hips. He felt sticky and the wetness of the chocolate stuff was catching the air and making him cold and it was really just not good. “Blaaaaaine,” he cried, jerking in his bonds. “This is not even a little fair. Just get it off and fuck me already! Or, hell, ride me. Anything, Blaine, just… stop being so grossed out and do something!”

The demands seemed to bring Blaine back to the present and he shook himself, then hurried to the bathroom and soaked a washrag with warm water, coming back to clean the offending goo from Kurt's groin, spending a bit of extra time massaging his balls. “Alright, baby, relax. I'll take care of you.”

Another groan turned to a whine as Blaine squeezed Kurt's balls, only to pull away and leave the boy writhing once more. “I'm gonna blindfold you. And gag you. And then I'm going to do as I please. And you'll have absolutely no control…” Blaine smiled devilishly, then Kurt nodded as Blaine asked a silent ‘okay?' to give his consent. Then the world went dark and Kurt was silenced with a small ‘beginners' ball gag.

With his sight and touch cut off, and his voice silenced, Kurt was left to listen closely and beg for the feeling of Blaine's movements. He craved anything his boyfriend would do to him, and he wasn't disappointed when the shorter male climbed on top of him and rubbed lube over his cock, coating him thoroughly before lowering himself onto it, taking everything from Kurt with every drop of his body.

Kurt cried out around the gag as Blaine reached down and squeezed his nipples hard enough to bring tears to Kurt's eyes, but he didn't want it to stop. No, he was riding the pleasure-pain as it came, crashing on the waves that rolled over him and fighting off his orgasm much too soon. He tried to warn Blaine, but it came before he could do anything more and Kurt was exploding inside of his boyfriend as the dominating male crashed his hips down and pulled Kurt deep into his body.

“Mmm, yes, Kurt! Oh god, need more. Need you. It's okay, I can just fuck you now,” he growled, sliding off of the brunette and wincing slightly when Kurt slpped out of him, feeling the come ooze out of his ass and down his thighs. While Kurt shuddered, Blaine slicked up his fingers and worked the bound boy open, smiling as Kurt jerked and keened around the gag, having no idea what was coming and when and reacting accordingly.

It seemed Kurt was in a mix of heaven and hell, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He was reacting favorably to every touch, every tease. Blaine licked his lips and smiled as he lubed himself up, reaching down to untie the scarves from Kurt's ankles before hoisting them up and over his shoulders, opening the countertenor wide and thrusting deep inside him in an instant.

His groans and screams of pure joy, happiness, and desire were easy to hear even around the gag, and Blaine kept pumping even as Kurt hardened again. He slid his hand down between Kurt's legs and worked him over, jerked him in time with his own thrusts, and kept them both careening toward that edge.

When he was getting close and could feel Kurt tightening around him, Blaine reached forward and released the ball gag, allowing Kurt to scream his second orgasm into the otherwise empty apartment. He quickly followed, grunting and spilling inside the brunette before collapsing on him, letting Kurt's legs go limp over his lower arms after releasing his wrists from their cuffs.

“Oh my god,” Kurt panted, hardly breathing by then. “Holy shit, Blaine. That was… I don't think I can move for at least a few hours.”

Blaine laughed, snuggling closer to Kurt in agreement. “Yes, no moving. And that… yeah. That was… yeah…” It wasn't until then that Kurt moved his hand to his face and pulled the scarf from his eyes, peering at Blaine with a loving gaze. “I love you,” Blaine whispered.

The countertenor cooed his response, and they nodded off long before Bas made it home.

Freshman year came to an end with exams and showcases, along with other projects being graded and some even submitted to higher places. Kurt put on a show with his final fashions, where Bas and Blaine modeled again, along with Elliot and a very embarrassed Eli. Blaine had a showcase where he played an original composition and sang a bit from a musical that was on Broadway at the time. Sebastian's best paper of the year was submitted to a literary journal and he'd find out mid-summer if it was accepted. If it was, he'd receive a cash prize.

Their first year had been an overall success even if they were exhausted, and they signed the lease for the second year at their apartment, this time officially listing Kurt as well. Before school was even finished, Burt was phoning to see when the boys would be visiting and Cooper was trying to get them all to come out and see him,too. He'd even gotten to be friends with Sebastian, which was weird, and now all of them had so many people to spend time with they hardly had any summer for themselves. They were supposed to still spend time with their jobs and Kurt's internship, but, well, the powers that be were lenient when it came to out of state students and summer breaks.

Isabelle had actually threatened Kurt that she would change the locks on him if he didn't spend enough time at home with his dad and brother. So, they were already making promises to visit and Elliot and Eli made them swear they wouldn't just abandon New York either, and Blaine seemed determined to get Finn to come with them when they left Lima. It was sure to be an interesting summer to say the least.

“No one can ever say life didn't get exciting when we left Ohio, hm?” Kurt commented as they packed their bags  in preparation to get to the airport and fly to Ohio. “I cannot believe we're going to visit Coop in LA. This is insane. I'm sure we'll miss home soon enough though.”

And they all knew Kurt meant their apartment in NYC, not Ohio. They'd all miss New York before very long. It was inevitable. They'd all grown to love the city already… and each other.