When Blaine entered the master bedroom of his apartment he was, mildly put, shocked at what he found. It definitely wasn't the way he had left it when he went to work in the morning.

His dresser was covered in more candles than he thought he had ever owned in his life. The ceiling lights were off, the sheets were changed from deep blue to dark bordeaux – and on the middle of the bed his very expensive camera was lying, obviously placed to be the first to catch his attention once he returned home.

"Hey Birthday-boy," a soft voice sounded from the door to the bathroom.

When he looked to see the source of the greeting his heart jumped. Kurt was leaning against the door frame, smiling at him, a finger running down the middle of his naked torso. He was almost completely nude except for a big blue bow tied across his chest. His one leg was elegantly crossed over the other, but the V between his legs was showing off that he was wearing a pair of bright blue lace shorts matching the bow – all was trying to appear oh so innocent.

"Kurt - what are you doing here? I thought you were at choir practice," Blaine got out, surprised that his brain was capable of producing words rather than just sounds.

Kurt quickly stood straight and started to slowly walk towards Blaine, who was still standing by the bed. He got onto the bed, crawling towards Blaine, his entire body and the movements of his muscles reminding Blaine of a big, exotic cat. The panties were draping his ass in the most delicious way. He got to his knees and took a hold of Blaine's tie with each hand to drag him closer.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I just wanted to give you a good birthday. And my pussy missed you so much," Kurt pouted with the best fake innocence Blaine had ever come across.

Kurt's big blue eyes were wide and intense as he slowly released Blaine's tie with one hand and let the other slide it down his own naked torso, releasing it so it slipped to the bed right before his fingers reached his pussy.

"I have a birthday present for you. Right here," he said softly and hooked a finger in the blue laces covering his prominent hipbone.

"But first things first –" Kurt smiled and let his index fingers stroll down Blaine's undershirt, his button-up fully open now.

"Don't think I was just going to let you have a regular night of touching and fucking – oh no, you are going to have a little fun," he said seductively.

Blaine watched confused as Kurt sat back down on his haunches and reached a long, lean arm behind himself to pick up the camera. He turned it around in his hands a few times before he sat back up on his knees, one eyebrow raised and the corners of his mouth playing.

"Tonight I am all yours. I am all for you to use the way you wish. I thought that we could start out with you – taking a few pictures. Of me. In any way you want," he said, voice low and smooth.

Blaine knew that he technically should be angry with Kurt for coming when he explicitly had asked him to stay away for the entire weekend. As he always did with everyone in his life, he had strongly explained to Kurt that his birthday was a day to be forgotten and denied – he didn't want to see or talk to anyone, all he wanted was to ignore the world. He hadn't thought that having a boyfriend, for the first time in his life, would make any kind of difference to that noble tradition.

But then he had came home to find said boyfriend practically naked in his bedroom, wearing girly, lace panties and telling him to take pictures of him in that state – not to mention his promise of Blaine being in all power of him afterward.

It really shouldn't be necessary to point out the way all blood in his head was currently rushing towards his crotch and the room suddenly seemed very hot.

It's time to find out the presents, Blaine thought and let his mind briefly wander to the box hidden on a shelf in his closet. He had been hiding the contents for such a long time, and it seemed like it was about time to share them with the person they were meant for.

A broad smirk filled Blaine's face as he let a hand run down Kurt's arm. It landed on his hip where he took a firm grasp, letting his fingers slide down to take a good handful of his ass, feeling the blue laces surrounding Kurt's merciless ass, the skin hot and the lace scratchy in the most delicious way possible.

"Alright. I am in charge you say – let the games begin," he groaned under his breath and snatched the camera out of Kurt's hands.

With a palm to Kurt's shoulder he pushed him backwards, making Kurt drop flatly on the bed behind him. Blaine removed the lens from the camera and shoved it into the pocket of his slacks before he turned it on and found the setting he needed.

"You sure you want me to have pictures of you like this?" He asked with a teasing tone as he nodded for Kurt to move up to lie against the pillows before he sat on his knees on the edge where he had a good view to his target.

"I can't think of any other person I would ever let take these kinds of photos of me," Kurt smiled flirtatiously and crossed his one leg over the other and splayed his hand over his pale thigh.

Blaine snapped a quick photo, grinning a little as he realized that this had to be the best thing anyone had ever let him do. He traced a hand down Kurt's leg, caressing the warm skin covering strong muscle. Then he grabbed Kurt's wrist and moved his hand away from his thigh.

"Lie down," he instructed and watched Kurt slide down the sheets.

Blaine fumbled a little around and had Kurt's one leg bent on the mattress, the other lying stretched and his arm curling above his head. The rest of his body was relaxed and artistically arrange for Blaine to see exactly what he needed.

He took a few pictures of Kurt in that position before he got an idea. He put the camera to the bed and got to his feet. Kurt rushed up to rest on his elbows so he could stare after Blaine, looking confused.

"What are you doing?" He asked as Blaine opened his closet.

He fumbled a bit around before he found out a big, brown mahogany box. It was smooth and heavy with beautiful carvings and a gold lock on the front. He carried it to the bed and pushed Kurt to lie down.

"Don't look. I have something fun for us to play with, but I don't want you to know what it is before we're using it," Blaine said and let a hand run down Kurt's eyes to make him close them.

"Okay. I'm not sure if I should be scared now," Kurt chuckled, making the entire bed vibrate under them, and in that moment Blaine watched him and the smile covering his face, the way his cheeks sought for his eyes and the way his nose scrunched – and he almost pushed the box to the floor and forgot about the camera so he could spend his birthday kissing and adoring the boy he loved so much.

After a moment of smiling to himself over the way Kurt so blindly trusted him he shook his head and found back to reality. He opened the lock and let a smirk fill his face as he had a look at the contents.

The box was lined with thick, red silk almost the same shade as the bedding – like a perfect red wine that tasted full; like sex and a need for Kurt's body against his own.

The items in the box were neatly arranged and it didn't take him long to find out what he needed. He put the item on the bed next to Kurt before he had the box closed and put to the floor. Then he got to his knees and ran his fingertips down Kurt's chest, watching gooseflesh spread and his nipples grow stiff under the blue ribbon around his torso.

"Can I open now?" Kurt asked, patiently waiting for directions of what to do next.

"Yeah. I'm all ready for you," Blaine chirped and watched as Kurt opened his eyes and looked to Blaine first thing, undoubtedly curious for what it was Blaine had found out.

"Don't look. You'll know soon enough. Now get on your knees. I want you with front against the headboard," Blaine ordered and felt his cock twitch from the spark in Kurt's eyes and the way he hurried to follow orders.

It was only a few seconds before Kurt was on his knees, facing the wall and fingers curled around the top of the headboard. Blaine fumbled his way up behind his boyfriend and let his hands slide down his arms so he could fold his hands around Kurt's wrists. He led his hands to his back and picked up what he had been dying to use on Kurt for months.

He leaned in to press a deep kiss to the nape of Kurt's neck before he leaned down to grasp the red, woven cuffs he had picked out with special thought for Kurt. He let the suede insides close around Kurt's wrists, smoothing his fingers over the soft silk on the outside so he could tie Kurt's wrists together on his back, giving him no way of escaping.

When he was sure Kurt was perfectly tied up he stroke his hand a few time over his masterpiece before he moved up to press his chest against Kurt's back, kissing down his neck to his shoulder. Kurt turned his head and let Blaine work his lips over his cheek before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He took a moment in silence to admire Kurt's body, happy to see that there were no traces left where he once had been black and blue and bruised up. His skin was smooth and pale and untouched.

"You're so beautiful, Doll-face," Blaine breathed against his cheekbone and ran a hand down his arm.

Kurt smiled and hummed in response and Blaine noticed how his hips were twitching, undoubtedly from the lack of action. But Blaine simply smiled and moved back to have a look at his craft.

He picked up the camera and snapped a few pictures with Kurt facing the wall, before he moved up to grab Kurt's chin between two fingers so he could lead his head so Blaine could see his profile when he was sitting at the edge of the bed right behind him.

The flames from the candles were playing around Kurt's pale skin, his cheeks a blooming red and orange patterns running around his body. The blue laces were hugging his ass, his cheeks so round and full that Blaine was surprised he hadn't just attacked him yet.

He continued to take a few pictures as Kurt differentiated his position; sometimes closing his eyes, other times staring directly into the lens with a lust that Blaine wasn't sure he had ever seen like it in his life. Either the kid was an incredible actor or he was horny as hell – with Blaine's knowledge of Kurt it was mostly likely that both options were the right one.

"How many have had the honor of playing with these?" Kurt asked. He licked his lips and cocked his chin with the tip of his tongue peeking out of his mouth at his upper lip as Blaine caught a photo he was sure would be one of the best he had ever jerked off to.

"No one but you, sugar -" Blaine smiled and let the camera to the bed so he could release Kurt's hands.

When Kurt turned around he raised an eyebrow, a mix of disbelief and uncertainty fillings his eyes.

"So they've just been lying around doing nothing for years?" He asked, this time his voice a little suspicious.

Blaine led him to sit at the end of the bed where he placed his hands on Kurt's hips before letting them slide down his thighs to his knees where started to spread his legs, opening to show off that lovely beauty, only covered by silk laces in a nuance perfect to Kurt's skin, matching his eyes in a way only Kurt would ever considered for clothes meant for fooling around in the bedroom.

"Of course not. I got them in the beginning of December or something. Right after I met you," Blaine smiled and pressed a kiss to each of Kurt's inner thighs before he started to untie the bow around his chest.

He rose on his knees between Kurt's legs and let looked Kurt straight in the eyes, observing as it hit Kurt what it was that he was saying. That this was for them to share together and had never been for anything or anyone else. Even before they became a couple.

"I love you," Kurt whispered, stars in his eyes and his voice suddenly weak.

"I love you too," Blaine smiled and leaned in to press a chaste, lingering kiss to Kurt's lips.

When he retrieved he lifted the blue ribbon to Kurt's mouth and let a smirk take over his face. Kurt's eyes flickered to Blaine's hands and it slowly started to dawn on him what it was Blaine wanted.

"Just open, baby – it's just for a quick picture," Blaine cooed.

He could see that Kurt was conflicted about what to do. If he really wanted to agree to this. He squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed before he slowly opened his mouth and let Blaine get the ribbon into his mouth so he could tie at the back of his head.

When he was sure it wasn't hurting Kurt he let his hand run down his back as he pressed a kiss to his jaw before leading Kurt's hands behind him so he could rest back on his palms on the bed. Blaine sat back on the floor a few feet from Kurt where he had a perfect view to Kurt's on full display, only for him to see.

Kurt's chest was moving faster than usual and his eyes were moving quickly around their sockets. He was clearly uncomfortable so Blaine caught his eyes.

"It's okay, Doll-face. You have no idea how sexy you look like this. Just relax and I'll be done in no time. You trust me, don't you?" He crooned, his head tilted and his voice soft with a hope to talk Kurt out of his discomfort.

Kurt's eyes widened a little and he did a shaky nod before he took a deep breath and forced his breathing even. Then he rested calmly back on his arms, his locked securely on Blaine on the floor in front of him.

"So good, babe. You're doing so good," Blaine praised him as he started taking more pictures.

By now he had lost count of how many he had taken. It didn't matter. All he knew was that his camera was currently filled with photos of Kurt almost naked in a variety of positions that was pure porn for when Blaine had a lonely night, but on any given day they could easily be classified as a beautiful piece of art – because Kurt's body was just that perfect.

When he had what he needed he didn't think he would keep Kurt like that anymore if he was still uncomfortable so walked over to remove the ribbon from his mouth before kissing him deeply, doing his best to show him that he would never cross his boundaries.

"Okay?" Blaine asked, not wanting to continue before he was sure.

"Yeah. I'm okay," Kurt assured him and pressed one more quick kiss to his mouth.

"Alright. Will you sit against the pillows for me?" Blaine asked, a finger hooked in the blue panties.

He couldn't take his eyes off them. He had no idea where Kurt had gotten them, but he couldn't believe that he had actually gone through the trouble to purchase something like that and put them on just for Blaine's sake.

Kurt moved up the bed to rest against the pillows. He lay down his head and watched as Blaine absorbed his body with his eyes. Before Blaine could stop him Kurt had let his fingers innocently stroll down his tight stomach to the hem of his panties where he slowly let his fingertips down his clean vulva.

With his eyes locked on Blaine's he let his fingers trail down his slit, as he slowly started to sing:

"Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you..."

His voice was low and gravelly as his fingers worked themselves slow down between his pussy lips, the laces moving around over his hand. His breathing hitched and his song was slow and sensual in a way that would make Ms. Marilyn Monroe jealous any day.

Blaine had to swallow. He was torn between watching Kurt's face where he bit down on his lower lip, traced his tongue over his upper lip and his eyes swimming from the feeling of his hand in his underwear – or if he should look at his crotch, where his fingers were working between his legs, his fingertips vividly rolling around his clit.

"Happy birthday...."

His fingers went longer down. It was torture to watch and Blaine hurried to take a stream of pictures before the sight would leave him forever, his cock screaming to be let out of its cotton prison.

"Mr. Anderson -"

A tender moan fell from Kurt's lips as he pushed his fingers into his hole, his eyes rolling back in their sockets and his lower lip worried between his teeth. Blaine was pretty sure he was going to cry.

"Happy birthday to you -" Kurt ended the song with the thumb of his free hand hooking around the line of his panties so he could drag them down and spread his thighs wider to make it easier for his fingers to move in and out of his pussy, a vague squelching sound piercing into Blaine's ears.

"Oh fuck. Kurt -" he groaned out, his hand palming the tent in his pants, squeezing hard around the pain it was to hold it in.

By some miracle he had himself back to reality and leaned down to kiss Kurt's hand as he kept fingering himself, the lace underwear scratching his lips, but the scent and taste of Kurt's juices teasing him was all that filled him.

Instead of simply ripping off Kurt's covers he took a firm grip around his wrist and pulled his hand out of the mocking fabric. He forced Kurt's fingers into his mouth and watched as he licked them clean, putting on a good show for Blaine just the way he knew would kill him the most.

"Get on your front. Now!" Blaine demanded, his voice now steady and firm – he had plans.

Kurt's face was covered in a broad grin before he turned to lie flat on his front. He rested his cheek on his hands in front of his face, looking up at Blaine with a waiting glance.

But Blaine grabbed around his hips and forced his ass upwards so he was resting on his knees, his head and shoulders still on the bed. Kurt gave a little startled squeal but didn't object to the sudden roughness. When Blaine reached forward to start tying Kurt's wrists back together with the red, silk cuffs he still didn't object but huffed out a mouthful of breath, clearly horny as hell.

"Now I'm gonna find a little something for us to play with. And you better be a good boy while you wait," Blaine cooed and ran a thumb over Kurt's moist lips before he turned around and lifted the mahogany box to sit on the bed next to Kurt's ass, perfectly placed so the lid made sure he wouldn't be able to see the insides.

Blaine was sitting on his knees behind Kurt and let his fingers stroll mindlessly over the different beauties he was keeping, his choice coming down to two different items – which one did he want to introduce Kurt to next?

After a little bit of thought he picked one up and pushed the box a little away to make room so he could see Kurt's face. He ran his hand over Kurt's ass that was now tipped high in the air, waiting to be used just the way Blaine thought it best.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kurt's spine before he sat back up and spread Kurt's legs a little farther so he could easily sit on his knees between them, scraping his nails over the flesh of Kurt's cheeks that were peeking out behind blue laces.

"So – you think you can just lie there and shove your fingers into your greedy pussy without even asking for permission?" He asked and took a firm grip around the acrylic handle and led the soft suede tease down Kurt's spread crack.

"Blaine! What is that?" Kurt asked, sounding startled from the sudden change of atmosphere and the new feeling of something they had never done before.

He looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened when he saw the whip in Blaine's hand. Blaine smiled triumphantly down at him, silently complimenting himself for not even having gotten rid of his clothes, and yet he had already had Kurt in more positions than he could count.

"Oh no. Blaine – no – don't hit me. I'm not sure..." Kurt started to whine and pulled on the restraints above his head.

"Come on, baby. It's gonna be fun," Blaine cooed and let his hand drop to the bed so he could move up to Kurt's face for better eye-contact.

"I – it's just... I've never -" Kurt said insecurely.

"Shhh, it's okay. Neither have I. I've always thought it was hot, but I've never found anyone I wanted to do it with. But you -" Blaine smiled and let his one hand slide down Kurt's one cheek, his index finger purposely running down his crack, making Kurt's hips twitch a little.

"I don't really know, Blaine. I love you, and I know I promised – but..."

"Please, Doll-face. Let's just try. If you still don't want to I promise I'll stop. It's just... you're so fucking sexy. Please trust me with this," Blaine begged, his fingers massaging Kurt's ass as he talked.

He gave it a moment, let Kurt consider the idea one more time and Blaine could see that he was thinking hard, trying to concentrate next to the feeling of his wet pussy and Blaine's hand moving around his skin.

"Okay then. Okay I – I trust you," he finally agreed under his breath, his eyes still a little uncertain, but Blaine was sure that he wouldn't say yes if he didn't mean it.

"You're perfect. I love you," Blaine trilled eagerly as he kissed Kurt aggressively before moving back to his former position behind Kurt's ass.

He let the suede tassels of the whip tickle up and down Kurt's crack, doing his best to tease the most over both of his open holes behind the panties, and he could see as his muscles tensed with every movement.

"So – you really think I would let you get away with it? Trying to fuck yourself right in front of me?" Blaine asked, back to his dominating tone that he had never thought he would be lucky enough to use.

"I'm sorry. You're just... you're so hot," Kurt apologized, not really into character, but Blaine had faith that he could get there.

"But, baby, that's really no excuse. And how you just come here, when I have told you to stay away – you need to learn how to behave yourself," Blaine tutted, and watched as he continued to let the whip find its way around Kurt's ass.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come. I try to behave..." Kurt whined, this time a little more convincing than before.

"I'm afraid sorry doesn't cut it anymore. Your bad behavior needs to have some consequences or you'll never learn," Blaine sighed, like this was something he really didn't want to do, but before Kurt could reacted he had raised his hand and let the tassels smack against Kurt's ass, a wild noise coming from the suede against his skin, and a whine erupting from Kurt's mouth.

"Oh – fuck!" He cried and bored his face down in the sheets between his arms circling his head.

"Is it too much? Are you okay?" Blaine asked and let his hand fall for a moment as he looked to check on Kurt before proceeding, but Kurt didn't react.

"Kurt? Doll-face? I can stop. Do you want me to stop?" Blaine asked insecurely, and started preparing himself for leaving the whip behind before finding something else to play with.

"No. God. No – don't stop," Kurt retorted, his voice broken and pleading as he bugged his ass back towards Blaine's crotch.

His crotch now on fire. Kurt had just begged him to spank him, his voice and ass desperate for it, needing it. What more was needed to say?

So he lifted the whip and forced it back to hit Kurt's left cheek, sure to let it spread over both his naked skin and his panties. He needed all of his skin to be covered in the evidence by the time he was done.

"You really just want me to punish you, don't you? You like it, you love it, don't you?" He groaned and placed a smack to Kurt's right cheek, leaving marks from the tassels in the form of bright red stripes right under the line of the blue fabric, Blaine pulling out the elasticband of the panties with a thumb, before letting it hit back against Kurt's hip.

"Yes. I love it," Kurt moaned, gradually going more and more convincing.

"Mhm, I know you do, baby – but you can't come here and defy me with the sole purpose of getting spanked. Only bad boys do that," Blaine smirked and let a handful of hits rain over Kurt's ass without much strategy of where he covered.

"Do you wanna be a bad boy? Is that it?"

"No. No – teach me to be good. Please, daddy, please," Kurt cried and locked his eyes with Blaine's.

The blue orbs were now dark and lustful, screaming for Blaine to ravish his body as his temple rested against the red cuffs around his arms. There definitely wasn't anymore doubt left in Kurt, and the nickname only spurred Blaine more on – if anyone had told him, when they had first met, that pure, innocent, young Kurt would beg for him in this filthy way he wouldn't have believed them, but somehow it only made it even better; Kurt would only ever do this for him.

So Blaine continued. He sprayed hits all over Kurt's ass, the cream colored skin now blooming with pink and rosy under the light blue and for a moment Blaine wondered how long he needed to go at it before he would break the usually flawless skin.

For some reason he was incredibly impressed by the way Kurt kept his ass in the air. His knees slipped a bit on the smooth sheets whenever a particularly hard hit fell to his cheeks, but other than that he didn't so much as tipped his hips in need to lie flat down.

"But it really isn't your ass that is the problem here, is it? It's that greedy little cunt of yours," Blaine smiled and let a finger ghost down between Kurt's cheeks, making the boy whimper with need, both of his holes fluttering with a hope to be used.

Without warning Blaine let the whip slap against Kurt's pussy, knowing his lips would be open so the tassels could abuse his clit. Sure enough Kurt let out a cry from the abrupt contact and his back arched to let his ass higher in the air.

"Are you wet for me, love?" Blaine whispered and let the whip swipe back over Kurt's pussy.

"So – so – so wet – daddy..." Kurt panted out, biting down on his arm.

Blaine let a few more hits spread over Kurt's now completely red behind, every now and then shifting to hit his labia instead, each time paid with a groan or a grunt or cry from Kurt.

From one second to the next he pulled Kurt's panties down around his thighs, down to his knees and let the whip drop back in the box where he picked up the next item he had been excited to try out. Now was the perfect moment to break it out.

Slowly Blaine started to ghost a black feather teaser over Kurt's scarlet ass. Kurt strangled a squeal and his asshole fluttered as Blaine let the feathers run down between his open cheeks, tingling both of his wet holes.

"Oh Blaine. Shit that's good," Kurt moaned, his mouth pressed down in the bedding and teethmarks on his arm in front of him.

Blaine could feel sweat starting to roll down his temples and down his back. He felt trapped in his clothes and he was pretty sure his underwear could just as well go directly to the trash. He couldn't believe how hot this all was, and he wondered if he was still capable of coming in his pants from sheer arousal like a freaking schoolboy.

"You're doing so good, beautiful. You have no idea how fucking hot you are," Blaine cooed and used his free hand to awkwardly fumble his pants open.

The feathers made Kurt's ass tense and relax, a constant rhythm, and his breathing was hitched and uneven. Sometimes he pushed his ass backwards, but it was to no use, because it wasn't exactly like Blaine could shove a bundle of feathers into him.

"Please, Blaine, please – fuck me, do something -" Kurt groaned, begging Blaine with his eyes.

He had started to slide his arms up and down on the bed, like he thought he could force them open that way. His entire body was restless, Blaine could feel it in his muscles and his skin, the need and lust oozing from his pores. By now Kurt was so starving for it that it had been ages since he had even tried to check his hair.

Blaine put the handle of the teaser in his mouth and let his index finger run down Kurt's spine, making him arch his back with a moan. With a smile to himself Blaine let his hands down Kurt's arms and started to help him turn around. It took a little effort but after a moment he had Kurt lying on his back, his panties pooled by his feet and his hands still cuffed above his head.

"You really are a work of art," Blaine smiled and kiss Kurt's forehead.

In desperation Kurt lifted his chin, seeking for Blaine's lips to meet his, but Blaine sat up and let his fingers run down Kurt's chest and stomach. He could see that Kurt had taken his time to shave his mound real good, and Blaine had to bite his tongue to not lick up his slit that was glistening with the wetness that had spread from his entrance.

With a smirk Blaine to his feet and started to undress. He took his time opening the buttons at his wrists, and put his shirt on a hanger. He neatly folded his slacks and put them on a hanger as well, ready to be send to dry cleaning. He could hear that Kurt was trying to hold in his whimpers and moans, his hands opening and closing above his head. Blaine almost took pity on him – but with a raised eyebrow in Kurt's direction he went to the bathroom to slowly take off his undershirt and boxer briefs to put them in the hamper.

He had to support against the bathroom counter for a moment. As much as he strove to stay put-together in front of Kurt the reality was that he was sure he was about to blow up. He squeezed his lips hard together, his eyes as well, and had to debate whether he should lock his hand around his root to stag off his orgasm a bit longer, or if he the mere attention in his crotch area would make him come all over the bathroom floor and he would be drained for more fun for the rest of the night.

"Holy fuck!" He groaned under his breath, careful not to let Kurt hear him, before he stood straight and forced his pokerface back on so he could return to the bedroom.

On the bed Kurt was lying dangerously still. His eyes were closed and his face was flushed all the way down his neck. If Blaine hadn't known better he would have guessed he was asleep. Even his breathing had returned to normal.

So Blaine walked silently across the floor and sat on the bed next to him. He leaned down to press a kiss to Kurt's bellybutton, causing Kurt to do a little stretch of his body that pushed his stomach a little closer to Blaine's face. When he looked up Kurt was looking down on him with more love than lust in his eyes, now. He was smiling at Blaine in that way that always had him feel that being with Kurt was probably one of the only right decisions he had made in his life.

With a hand to Kurt's one knee Blaine had his legs spread a little, both stretched and even on the mattress. Kurt's eyes filled with wait and curiosity of what Blaine's new plan was, and Blaine watched his nipples going hard when he had the teaser back to ghost down the middle of Kurt's torso. Kurt took in a heavy mouthful of oxygen, but when the feathers reached his slit a whimper fell from his lips.

Blaine bit his lower lip and loosened his wrist a little as he had the teaser between Kurt's legs and started rolling it lightly in his hand, the feathers a constant tickling over Kurt's entire sex. He frustratedly started bending his legs before stretching them again, closed his thighs but spread them again, he pushed his ass closer to the teaser but all he could do was whine. He was right on the brink of orgasm, but it was impossible for him to get there.

"God! You're so mean!" He thrust out and arched his neck into the pillow.

"I'm sorry, baby. Don't you think daddy knows what he's doing?" Blaine said in a feigned mocking voice, nearly chuckling at little by the way Kurt rolled his eyes – probably to show a feigned resentment, but it only made him look even hotter.

"Alright. I have more for you. I'm sure you'll love this. But close your eyes – you'll find out when I want you to," Blaine cooed and let the teaser back in the box where he picked up the next item in the row.

He bent Kurt's legs, kissing each ankle before letting his feet be solidly planted on the sheets. Then he moved to sit next to Kurt with proper space for him to be able to kiss Kurt but still reach between his legs. Impressing enough he almost didn't have to pushed the tip of the working vibrating to Kurt's clit before his eyes popped open and he was writhing and screaming with Blaine's hand between his legs.

"Oh god! Oh god! Blaine!" He whined, his voice broken as Blaine could feel juices floating from his pussy as he massaged the vibrator over the needy nub.

When he had bought the 24K gold vibrator it had mostly been a joke. He had loved how smooth the design was, and wondered how perfect it would look against Kurt's pale skin. The fact that it was 100% buzz-free only made it better, and he had been dying to take Kurt completely by surprise with the toy – and it had been all worth the wait.

Kurt's entire body was tensed under him and he just didn't stop coming. His mouth was open, but no sound came out, his eyes were squeezed hard together, and his fingernails were digging into his own hands as his orgasm slowly died out.

"I'm assuming it's working," Blaine chuckled and leaned down to kiss Kurt's chin and nose as he removed the vibrator.

"What the – what was that?" Kurt panted out when he finally got back to his senses.

"Just a little something I picked up one day I was thinking of you and how beautiful you are when you come – but I think you just broke your own record or something," he grinned and slipped his thumb over the slickness now covering half his hand and half the toy.

"Does this mean you'll stick it in me now?" Kurt asked in a manner that was clearly meant to be seductive, but it was honestly a little tame considering how he was still gasping for breath and his eyes were still swimming.

Nonetheless Blaine turned the toy back on and shoved it directly into Kurt's hole with a "As you wish, my love -" and watched as Kurt arched his entire body off the bed. He didn't waste any time to start pumping it in and out of Kurt's clenching pussy, twirling it around and angling it up to hit perfectly with the for-the-purpose-designed g-spot massage head of the dildo.

Kurt's thighs were already tensing again. Blaine could see that he was trying to push it away, but his abdomens were flexing and his fists were clenching around nothing, so Blaine let his free hand up to awkwardly struggle with the knot tying his hands together.

"It's okay, baby. You can home. Please come for me," Blaine whispered and pressed his mouth onto Kurt's, their lips sliding wetly against each other.

Within a fraction of a second Kurt's hand rushed to his crotch and he started to furiously circle all of his fingers around his clitoris. He clamped his legs strongly together around his own and Blaine's arms working between his legs as he cried out into Blaine's mouth, but Blaine didn't stop for a moment to give him time to miss so much of a second of his orgasm.

Juices were shooting out of Kurt's pussy, covering Blaine's hand and wrist, dripping to the sheets under them. The vibrator was slipping way too easily now and Blaine was starting to fear he would soon pass out.

He led the vibrator to his mouth where he licked up his wrist and took the vibrator in his mouth. With a humming he sucked off the dildo, savoring the taste of Kurt filling up his tongue and mouth, making him realize that Kurt might not have a cock, but it didn't matter because he was all Blaine could ever want and need, and he would never get tired of the possibilities Kurt's vagina offered him.

"God. Blaine," Kurt mumbled and Blaine realized he was being watched.

He let the vibrator drop to the bed before he moved up Kurt's body to suck a deep kiss onto his mouth, demanding Kurt's tongue to enter his own mouth, their combined breathing obscene in the otherwise quiet room.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard now. So hard, beautiful," Blaine promised and grabbed a bottle of lube from the box. He slicked up his fingers and sat between Kurt's legs. Without think of what was good and what was irresponsible he shoved a finger directly into Kurt's ass.

"Yes!" Kurt groaned in response, and to Blaine's relief he was easy to work his finger in and out of, so he quickly added one more, letting Kurt express yet another groan.

"You like that? Something to fill your tight, little ass?" Blaine asked, now acting as a mad man, because he simply needed to feel Kurt around him soon, and it was going way too slow, so a third finger was pushed into Kurt's hole possibly a bit too early, but it didn't seem like Kurt minded, so he continued to crook and stretch and work his fingers around.

He poured more lube directly down Kurt's crack and hope it would work its on way to the right place in time with Blaine working his fingers deeper and harder into Kurt's ass.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I can't – Kurt – I have to..." he grunted and grasped for the last piece he was going to introduce Kurt to for the night.

He abruptly shoved a little 24K gold bullet into Kurt's pussy and turned it on without warning. Kurt was twisting under him with blabbering incoherent noises.

There was not much sense left in Blaine to pay attention or care to that, so he slicked his cock up with way too much lube before he thrust directly into Kurt's ass, earning a yelp from the boy, and Kurt raised his legs in the air, so Blaine curled his arms around his thighs to take a firm grasp at his knees.

"Oh Blaine. Fuck me – just fuck me!" Kurt begged and pleaded, his fingers scratching through his hair and down his chest.

Blaine didn't need to be told twice and he pumped himself into Kurt with a furious pace. He looked down as Kurt's pussy held the golden bullet inside, and his angry red dick pushed in and out of his tight asshole. Kurt kept whining and moaning, begging for "more" and "harder" and "faster".

The vibrations from Kurt's pussy went directly through the thin wall to stimulate Blaine's cock in his ass, and the entire room was spinning around them. Kurt was arching his back and moved to rest on his elbows so he could work his hips up and down on the mattress, constantly shoving himself harshly down on Blaine's cock.

He came with scream, fluids rushing out around the toy, nearly pushing it out of his hole, so Blaine held a hand to it to keep it inside. He knew that there was a chance that Kurt couldn't take anymore, but he was so close himself and he just couldn't stop now.

"So good – fucking – so good, Kurt!" Blaine cried out as he continued to work his dick in-out-in-out, swiveling his hips to let his head hit all the way around inside of Kurt, massaging all walls and making him whimper.

He watched the way Kurt was pushed up and down on the bed from Blaine fucking hardly into him, and the way his fingers were grasping the sheets all across the bed. His feet were locked behind Blaine's shoulders and Blaine could feel that he was starting to curl his toes again. He was headed directly towards another orgasm but Blaine would not let him have this one without him.

"Look at me, Kurt. Look at me!" He roared in demand, but Kurt obliged and opened his eyes, to let them bore directly into Blaine's.

Blaine leaned forwards, making Kurt's ass lift off the bed as he continued to fuck him. His balls were slapping loudly against Kurt's skin, and the feeling and sound make everything in Blaine twirl around. He pressed his mouth onto Kurt's, their eyes still locked, and his lungs working on overload.

"I love you. I love you so fucking much," he groaned and rested his forehead against Kurt's as he thrust his cock harder and deeper than he thought possibly, making Kurt cry and grab around his hair.

"...you too – love – you too," Kurt panted and squeezed his ass tightly around Blaine's cock.

Everything inside Kurt was squeezing. He tightened his pussy around the vibrating toy, his asshole around Blaine's dick and his fingers in Blaine's hair.

"Yes. Oh yes, yes yes!" Kurt screamed as he orgasmed.

"Kurt! Oh my god, Kurt! Baby, yeah!" Blaine cried into Kurt's mouth, their teeth clasping hard together.

Blaine's balls felt like they were trying to escape his body. His stomach cramped and his shaft was on fire as he spilled deep and spurting inside of the warm, hot cave that was Kurt's body closed and hugging around him.

And in that small moment he and Kurt were the only people in the world. The way Kurt's arms were wrapped tightly around him, grasping his fingers into Blaine's hair in a way that was paining his scalp but it didn't matter because it was evidence of how much Kurt needed him. The way their bodies were connected in the most intimate of ways, a way they would never connected with anyone but each other, the way Kurt had never connected with anyone but him. The way Kurt's electric blue eyes were piercing into Blaine's own despite the fact that his eyes probably was filled with nothing but haze at the moment. The way Kurt had trusted him so blindly and let him do exactly what he wanted to do with him. The way their lips were barely meeting each other, but the way he could feel Kurt breathing into his mouth just as he was breathing into Kurt's mouth made him feel like they were giving each other life.

He couldn't take it anymore, so he collapsed on top of Kurt, the vibrations from the bullet snug inside Kurt's vagina a tickling against his pelvis and he knew that he would have to remove it, but he couldn't convince his limbs to react.

Kurt let his arm down between them, forcing Blaine to rise his torso a little so he could pull the vibrator out of himself – the task nearly impossible from the position they were trapped in. But he made it, and let the golden toy fall heavily to the bed before wrapping both arms around Blaine's body, his legs as well, like he was trying to hide Blaine in a cocoon made from his limbs.

Carefully Kurt started caressing his fingers in mindless patterns around his back, sending chills through his entire skin organ. It wasn't until then Blaine realized that they were both slippery with sweat, the atmosphere thick with the stench of sex and dick and overworked pussy and ass. The candles had almost all burned out and he was aware that it was about time to move before he crushed his boyfriend. He definitely had put him through enough for one night.

"I – I'm sorry," Kurt suddenly whispered as he brushed his hand down Blaine's neck.

"What for, baby?" Blaine asked and tried to lazily move his head so he could see Kurt's face, but the angle only providing him view to half his face.

"For coming tonight. When you said you didn't want me to. I just... I wanted to surprise you. I should have asked. I'm sorry. I understand if you're mad," he explained insecurely and Blaine forced himself to rest on his palms so he could have a proper look at Kurt – who looked like he was about to tear up.

"Why would I be mad at you?" He burst out in confusion.

"It's just... you said that – and then I did it anyway. And you were so firm about it," Kurt said weakly, his voice cracking, so Blaine rushed a hand up to cup his face and press his lips to Kurt's.

"Kurt – Doll-face – this was the single most perfect birthday gift I could ever get. You. That's all I would ever want for my birthday. You. I don't know how I could be so stupid to tell you to stay away. Once again you know better what's good for me than I do," Blaine assured him and brushed a thumb over his cheekbone beneath his eye.

"Are you sure?"

"I promise you. This was the best surprise in history," Blaine grinned, not sure he could ever stop again.

The second Kurt smiled back at him Blaine kissed him deeply before sitting up between his legs. He pulled himself slowly out of Kurt's ass and moved down the bed.

"What are you do – oh shit!" Kurt burst out as Blaine put his lips down to Kurt's abused pussy.

He licked a long stripe up, swelling in the taste and slick warmth before he slowly started kissing the tender skin gently.

Kurt chuckled lightly at the feeling and entangled his fingers in Blaine's hair. He kept on kissing and tracing caressing catlicks around the burning skin until he could feel that Kurt's entire body was loose and relaxed under him. Then he pressed a lingering kiss to Kurt's clit before placing a kiss on each of his inner thighs and moved back up to kiss Kurt's mouth.

"You taste so good," he grinned and sprayed kisses down Kurt's cheek to his neck where he nuzzled his nose against the soft spot behind his ear.

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt said, and Blaine could hear that he was smiling, and he wasn't sure but it could very well feel like butterflies dancing in his stomach.

"I love you too, Doll-face."

They stayed entangled in each other on the bed, their arms and legs knotted together so they could enjoy the feeling of being close and naked until they turned cold. Then they moved to the shower where they dozily washed each other off without making too much of it.

They didn't bother to change the sheets, and Blaine didn't care much because he was planning on giving them another reason to change the sheets in the morning. Kurt was just about to climb into bed while Blaine gathered the toys to put them in the bathroom for cleaning when Kurt stopped.

"I uhm – can I see what's in the box, now?" He asked hesitantly.

Blaine turned it over in his head for a moment, weighing whether he wanted to keep the rest as a surprise or if he thought it okay for Kurt to know now that he even knew the box existed. In the end he figured that he might as well let Kurt get a chance to adjust to the thought, and maybe he would even propose for them to use the items one day.

Blaine opened the box that was now sitting on the dresser next to the camera and Kurt came over to have a look. His eyes traveled over the feather teaser and the whip that he was already acquainted with before he picked up a purple silicone toy with a ring at the end.

"What's this?" He asked, not looking at Blaine, possibly too shy to do so and suddenly Blaine felt it too.

"That's uhm – that's a... prostate-vibrator," he said awkwardly.

"Oh... oh -" Kurt said and turned the piece around like it would look different if he saw it from another angle.

"That's – actually not for you," Blaine said and had no idea why it was so damn hard for him to talk about this. It wasn't like sex was a fumbling, uncomfortable thing for him. He loved sex and he was good at sex. Simple as that.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked and raised an eyebrow when his eyes suddenly widened and Blaine knew that it the idea hit him.

"Oh... Oh – oooooh! You mean – you want me to – on you?" Kurt asked as if he needed to be sure he had understood his boyfriend correctly.

"I don't know. I just... I've only bottomed once before. And I just thought... I don't even know if I wanna do it. I was just getting all these other things for you and I figured that -" he mumbled and grabbed the vibrator out of Kurt's hand before putting it back in the box so he could shut it closed.

Kurt nodded silently and turned on his heel so he could return to the bed. He climbed under the comforter and laid down as Blaine took the used toys and the bottle of cleanser to the bathroom where he put it all on the counter next to the sink.

When he came back to the bedroom he turned off the light and slid down between the sheets, welcoming Kurt as he immediately moved into his arms.

"I wanna do it. If you want to -" Kurt suddenly said quietly into the dark.

"I mean I can't really – you know – but... if you want this, I can do that for you," he explained.

"It's not because... Kurt, you know I don't care that you don't have a dick, right? I love your pussy so much. It's perfect. It does things to me I can't even put into words," Blaine said and brushed his fingers lightly up Kurt's naked vulva, making him shiver lightly.

"I know. I know, Blaine. But... I have to admit that sometimes I wish that I could – you know... top. The way you look when you're on top of me. Just – it looks so good. And I want you to feel how good you make me feel," Kurt cooed and traced pattern over Blaine's chest.

"You're perfect, you know that?" Blaine chuckled and hugged him closer to kiss his temple.

"Let's see what happens later, alright?" He grinned.

"Also – if there ever is anything you don't want me to do... I know I pushed you tonight. I am sorry. But... if there ever is anything you really don't wanna do, please stop everything we're doing and let me know so I don't just keep pushing you. This has to be good for both of us," Blaine said, remembering Kurt's face when he realized it was a whip in Blaine's hand.

"Okay. I will, I promise. It's just... sometimes you wanna do things that I think – that scares me a bit. But I always end up loving it. But I promise," Kurt assured him and squeezed his arm around Blaine's waist.

"Good. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Shhh, let's just sleep now. I'm exhausted. Happy birthday, baby," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's jaw, and Blaine could hear in his voice that he was already drifting into sleep.

"Mhm, goodnight. You're the best birthday gift ever, Doll-face," Blaine smiled and nuzzled his nose into Kurt's hair before going to sleep.