The crying was becoming a little bit distracting.

Blaine scooted up on the bed and kissed away Kurt's tears for the fourth time. “We don't have to do this right now, we can stop,” Blaine whispered.

“No.” Kurt said, forcefully. “I need this right now. I need to feel something else besides despair. You can do that for me, can't you, baby?” Kurt's demanding tone had shifted to a pleading one. He blinked away the last of the tears and looked at Blaine with the expression he always used when he wanted something very badly.

As Kurt's soft, pink lower lip started to pout, Blaine felt his legs turn to jelly. He couldn't say “no” to Kurt when he used those eyes, and the older boy knew it.

“Of course,” Blaine sighed, “...lay back and relax. I just want to make you feel good.” He dropped gentle kisses at the cleft of Kurt's neck, then kissed up his collarbone until he found a particularly sensitive spot. Kurt's body writhed underneath him, his hands clenching Blaine's biceps. Blaine moaned in response and thrust against Kurt's thigh, while carrying on with his attack on the delicate skin.

That elegant neck definitely made the top ten list of “Blaine's favorite parts of Kurt”. It was long, and set off Kurt's shoulders and jawline perfectly. Why must he always cover it up with scarves and turtlenecks?.

Kurt's hands snaked up to Blaine's chest and he pushed back squarely against him. Blaine took the hint and pulled back from Kurt's neck, grinning eagerly at his boyfriend as Kurt grabbed his shoulders and flipped him over. He knew that this meant he had done a good job with the foreplay.

“Mmm, Blaine, you are just so precious,” Kurt purred, kissing Blaine's forehead and down the side of his face. “I am going to totally destroy you tonight.” He bit Blaine's earlobe and moaned.

Blaine, overwhelmed by sensation, couldn't help but reach around and dig his tanned fingers into Kurt's bare ass cheeks, tugging the leanly muscled body tightly against his own.

“No, Precious,” Kurt snapped, grabbing Blaine's wrists. He pinned both hands with one of his own, and continued licking and biting Baine's ear and nuzzling into his curls.

“Oh my god, Kurt,” Blaine gasped, his cock twitching, unable to find purchase against any part of Kurt. “What if... what if I resisted? I... I NEED you. I could try and get free so I could do what I wanted... would you... what would you do?”

Kurt cocked an eyebrow and pulled away from Blaine's earlobe to study his face. In the months since their first time, the boys had explored their sexuality together, but they hadn't tried any true kinks yet.

Kurt had discovered new aspects to his personality as part of his sexual awakening, and it had affected the way the two interacted. Blaine had gone from confident and aloof to clingy, vulnerable and jealous, but Kurt didn't mind. Kurt had the upper hand in the relationship, and this Blaine would never dream of pulling that crap with Sebastian.

Even if Kurt had to sing the occasional emotionally-laden song to bring Blaine back into line, that was all right too. He was still the one in control. The more Kurt thought about it, the more sense it made that Blaine might turn out to have a thing for BDSM. This was a development worth exploring.

“For starters, I could tie your hands right to that bedpost,” Kurt breathed into Blaine's ear. “Or I could get some handcuffs, pin your wrists behind your back and cuff them there so that those naughty hands would be completely out of my way. Or...” Kurt noticed that Blaine's cock was straining and leaking precome. Kurt paused to grip the base, lapping up the moisture, then pursed his lips and blew across the tip. Blaine gasped and buried his fingers in Kurt's hair, tugging his head forward and down onto Blaine's cock. It was exactly the reaction Kurt had been trying to provoke.

“Naughty boy,” Kurt hissed, prying himself out of Blaine's grasp and pinning his wrists at his sides. “Maybe what you need is for me to cuff your wrists to your ankles and leave you that way. Bent in half, at my mercy for whatever I wanted to do to you.” Kurt balanced on top of Blaine's body and gently thrust his cock against Blaine's, teasing him into oblivion.

“K...k... kurt...” Blaine choked, “I can't even... that's so hot, oh my god. Please do that. Please, baby, please.”

“I like the sound of you begging me, gorgeous.” Kurt smirked down at the boy. “What would you do to earn that?”

“Anything, Kurt.” Blaine panted. “Anything for you, sweetheart. Anything you ask of me, I'm yours.”

Kurt grinned widely and dove down to Blaine's entrance, tonguing the boy open in preparation, determined to fuck him until he screamed.

* * * * *

Kurt reclined on the pillows, trailing his fingers through Blaine's hair and thinking. Blaine slept peacefully on his shoulder, one arm wrapped tightly around Kurt's waist. Kurt tried not to dwell on the future, but dark thoughts kept pushing into his mind. It's just not fair. Even with the Nationals performance, how could Rachel get accepted after her horrible audition? It just doesn't make any sense. I have to make it make sense or I'm going to go insane.

Kurt was dragged out of his thoughts when Blaine stirred next to him. Honey-colored eyes framed by extra-long lashes blinked sleepily up to meet Kurt's blue ones. “Are you okay, baby?” Blaine asked, brushing a thumb along Kurt's cheekbone. “I will be,” Kurt lied.

“How can I help?” Blaine asked, smiling sweetly at Kurt's optimism.

“Let's just talk about something else,” Kurt said, looking off to the side and smiling slightly. “You know, earlier it kind of seemed like you might have a thing for being tied up.”

Blaine blushed and hid his face in Kurt's chest. “Maybe, I guess... I never really thought about it until you pinned my wrists like that.”

“Don't be embarrassed. It's nothing to be ashamed of. We can explore it, if you're comfortable with it.” At Kurt's words, Blaine's cock began to awaken. “Really?” he asked, gazing at Kurt lovingly.

“Of course we can. Do you have any other kinks or fantasies you would like to experiment with? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” Kurt teased, bopping Blaine on the nose with a fingertip.

“Nothing I actually want to experiment with,” Blaine replied, averting his eyes from Kurt's face and blushing anew.

“But you do have other fantasies? Come on, tell me. You can tell me anything, you know,” Kurt wheedled. “Please? Even something completely out there, crazy, I really want to know.” Kurt employed “the look” again for the second time that evening, tilting Blaine's chin up to look into his eyes.

“I... um...” Blaine said, helpless and transfixed by Kurt's eyes, blue-green and sparkling in the dim light, yet still holding traces of all of the day's pain. “Okay, but this really, really isn't something I'm trying to actually do.” He paused.

“Go on...” Kurt encouraged. “Sometimes,” Blaine continued, “I fantasize about... a threesome. You and another guy, maybe a stranger from a bar. But you're always there. Always. You're the only one I really want.” Blaine felt a pang of desperation and it echoed in his voice, hoping that Kurt didn't take offense.

“Calm down, Blaine,” Kurt chuckled, brushing a stray curl out of his lover's eyes. “I understand completely. There's something dirty about it, the randomness. We were each other's firsts, but it's hot to think about getting a little slutty sometimes, right? But it's still the two of us together. It makes perfect sense.”

Blaine relaxed, his mind swimming with love and lust. “You're so good to me, Kurt. I love you so much.” Kurt smiled down at him, and kissed him softly. “I love you too, Blaine.”

Blaine snuggled into Kurt's chest again, closing his eyes in bliss. “Your turn. Do you have any fantasies you want to tell me about?” Blaine mumbled.

“Well, there is one thing...”