With a tiny gasp he rolled over to check the other side of the bed.

Kurt was still there.

He was asleep on his side, facing away from Blaine. Facing the window which Blaine’s still muzzy brain finally remembered opened east. So it must be pre-dawn light then that bathed Kurt in a soft, misty glow. The duvet was bunched down around Kurt’s thighs exposing most of Kurt’s body. It wasn’t overly warm in the room and Blaine realized with a rush of pleasure that Kurt had probably pushed it off in reaction to their combined body heat in the bed. The intimacy of the image made him smile.

Blaine’s body – so expertly denied last night – responded immediately to the sight of Kurt’s naked form, and maybe it was that, the low-level desperation that still simmered in his brain and body, that let Blaine finally just take in the entirety of the beauty of the sixteen-year-old in his bed.

Blaine knew, on the logical side of his brain, that desiring Kurt really didn’t have anything to do with his youth. The soulmate bond was what fueled his attraction and made Blaine respond to whatever Kurt happened to be. If he’d been fifty years old Blaine would have found graying temples and crows’ feet as overwhelmingly sexy as he now found Kurt’s bare chest and smooth, unmarked skin. But he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he should appreciate Kurt in spite of his youth, never because of it. In all the things they’d done together so far he’d forced himself to keep his attention to safe areas. Kurt’s eyes, his lips, the soft caress of his hands. Even last night, while he stroked Kurt to orgasm for the first time, he’d looked at Kurt’s face and resolutely ignored his narrow hips and the sparseness of hair around his cock.

But yesterday they’d come to an understanding and Kurt had cemented it by controlling the most intimate of things: he’d made Blaine’s body his own. He’d denied Blaine partly because it turned him on, of course, but also because he’d taken the time to look at Blaine, to look and understand, maybe in ways that Blaine didn’t even fully understand himself, how much Blaine had wanted it. And making Kurt come while he was hovering so close to an orgasm he wouldn’t be allowed to have had been its own kind of weird bliss. Not better than actually coming, but not exactly worse, either. It had felt like Kurt had marked him somehow. A mark in the shape of Blaine’s hard cock, unsatisfied and yearning over the evidence of Kurt’s release.

Yesterday Kurt had seen things in Blaine that he’d been hiding from everyone, even himself. He’d seen them and embraced them. It was starting to seem silly and cowardly for Blaine to blind himself to parts of Kurt just because they happened to belong to a teenager. So now he looked, really looked, at the boy laid out next to him, shoulders and back slowly expanding and contracting with his breath, pale skin illuminated by pale light.

He looked at Kurt’s neck and what could be seen of his jaw, which was not at all stubbly even after a day and night away from home. The line of that jaw, so clearly masculine and yet so perfectly smooth - how could he not let himself enjoy the odd contradiction? It was part of what made Kurt Kurt.

Kurt’s already broad shoulders and long, graceful limbs still had a bit of adolescent gangliness to them, but there was no doubt that he actually would be buff when he grew up. The wiry muscles under his skin were already starting to taken on a definition and shape that made Blaine want to run his tongue over them, preferably when Kurt was so turned on that they were shivering with pleasure.

Blaine’s cock was starting to ache and he hadn’t even gotten to the way Kurt’s torso narrowed down to his so-slender waist, or his ass, completely on display in this position. His ass was tight and round and Blaine could imagine much too easily how it would feel under his clenching fingers as Kurt thrust in and out of his body in long, gorgeous, agonizing strokes. As he made Blaine beg for each little taste of pleasure . . .

Oh, God, fantasizing was not a good idea in his condition. He was horny enough without torturing himself like that. Two days ago he wouldn’t have hesitated to take himself in hand and stroke to release and the fact that he didn’t even consider it was a mark of how attuned his submission was to Kurt’s dominance. His hips did rock gently forward though, without permission from his brain, and Blaine threw caution to the wind and slid over to wrap himself around Kurt, spooning the sleeping boy with his body. He really meant to try to go back to sleep, but the warmth of Kurt’s skin against his own, the flat firmness of the abdomen under his hand, the soft, plush feel of the ass against his erection: all these things combined were just enough to subvert his best intentions and he couldn’t resist rocking his needy cock gently between their bodies.

After a few moments the tempo of Kurt’s breathing changed and Blaine realized he must be awake. He tried to feel guilty for rousing Kurt, but the excitement that coursed through his body wouldn’t really let him.

“Rub up against me all you want,” came the sleep-roughened voice, “but you’re not coming yet.”

The morning hoarseness in Kurt’s voice only ramped Blaine up further. Now that his dom was awake, Blaine let his hand roam over Kurt’s chest and pressed his cock more firmly into the soft give of his ass. Kurt didn’t stop him, so he went further, teasing his lips over the back of Kurt’s neck and down to the top of his spine, tongue slipping out here and there to kiss Kurt’s skin. He felt desperate for contact with Kurt’s body and it turned him on in the most fantastic way to have all his senses overwhelmed by his soulmate.

“What are you doing?” Kurt asked, turning his head to look back at Blaine with sleepy, amused eyes. Blaine took the opportunity to nuzzle against Kurt’s jaw, letting himself enjoy the smooth, perfect skin there.

“Obeying orders,” he said finally, the pumping rhythm of his hips never faltering.

“What?”

“You said,” Blaine answered, now nipping at Kurt’s shoulder, “to rub up against you as much as I want. And I think we’ve already established that I’m very obedient.”

“Isn’t that just completely frustrating?” Kurt asked as Blaine’s exhales began to hum their way into becoming moans.

“Yes,” Blaine said. But he didn’t stop.

Kurt must have liked what he’d heard in Blaine’s voice because he pushed back with his ass and a sharp groan rumbled through Blaine’s chest as the pressure on his cock increased. This time when his hand caressed down Kurt’s body it encountered his cock, semi-erect now, and Blaine just kept going, sliding his fingers over the head, down the shaft then back up. Stroking Kurt’s cock felt almost as good as stroking himself, and Kurt sighed in pleasure as Blaine’s fingers danced along his hardening length.

“Kurt?”

“Hmmm?”

“Can I . . . I really need to make you come.” Blaine was a little surprised by how true this was. His whole body was tensed like a coiled spring and he knew he wasn’t going to come yet but it seemed very important to him that Kurt should. He felt like he could hold out, as long as he could watch Kurt find the ecstasy that he was forbidden.

“I don’t know,” Kurt answered. “I’m still kind of tired and, you know, it makes such a mess.”

Blaine could tell Kurt was teasing him, but he jumped at the opportunity to suggest, “Well, there are ways to do it that wouldn’t necessarily make a big mess.”

“Like what?” Kurt asked in a light voice. Blaine was pretty sure Kurt knew what he meant and his heart sped up when he realized that Kurt wasn’t going to shoot him down right off the bat.

“I could, ummm, use my mouth.”

He held his breath while Kurt turned to look at him again and made a show of thinking it over.

“I’m not ready to let you come yet. Can you handle that?”

Blaine’s heart leapt and he nodded emphatically.

Kurt slowly scooted onto his back, his body once again spread out for Blaine, dusted shades of gold by the slowly increasing light filling the room. For a second Blaine felt struck dumb with awe. Kurt was giving himself to Blaine in such an intimate way and he shook a little with the need to prove worthy. He wanted so much. He felt like he could crawl inside Kurt’s skin and still not feel like he was close enough.

He moved to kneel between Kurt’s legs, as he had last night, and Kurt pushed up onto his elbows to watch with dark eyes that had no trace of sleepiness left in them. Blaine bowed forward and buried his nose in the crease of Kurt’s thigh. He could feel Kurt’s cock against the side of his face, jerking at the contact, and his balls so close to Blaine’s lips. He drew a deep breath. He just needed to fill his lungs with Kurt’s scent and he didn’t even try to suppress the shudder of desire that shook through his body. He wanted Kurt to see how this affected him. How Kurt’s gift made him burn.

And Kurt must have liked it too because he moaned low and deep as he watched Blaine worship him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, and the words thrilled through Blaine as strongly as the physical contact had. He took a few breaths, wrestling his body under control, before lifting his head to begin. He started slowly, resting the flat of his tongue at the base of Kurt’s shaft and running it up to just under the head and then pointing it to lick at Kurt’s frenulum.

Kurt went stiff from head to toe. “Oh my God! I totally get what the big deal is about this. That’s incredible!”

Blaine lifted his head long enough to say, “Just wait,” then he took the head of Kurt’s cock between his lips and sucked gently, swirling his tongue as he did. Kurt gasped and fell down flat on the bed again, throwing one arm over his eyes. Blaine threw his own arm across Kurt’s hips to hold him down. This was Kurt’s first blow job and Blaine knew that even if it was only okay Kurt wasn’t going to be able to control the urge to thrust. And this was going to be way more than okay. Because Blaine certainly knew how to give a blow job.

He made one last swipe of his tongue over the head, then opened his mouth and slowly engulfed Kurt’s cock in the warm heat of his mouth.

“Shit!” Kurt cried, trying to push up into Blaine’s mouth just as Blaine had predicted. Blaine felt a surge of pride at actually having made Kurt curse. He went to work in earnest now, using every trick he knew, not teasing but building carefully, backing off when things got too intense, and building again, doing everything he could to keep Kurt’s body flooded with sensation without making him feel desperate. The taste and smell and feel of Kurt’s flesh kept Blaine’s own need always present but somehow muted by his focus on his dom.

Like the night before, Kurt didn’t even try to be quiet. He gave voice to every sensation, moans and cries and gasps that sometimes managed to form words (“Holy shit,” “Oh, God, Blaine,” and once even something that might have been the start of a “fuck”) but were mostly incoherent. Every sound, words or not, went straight to Blaine’s own cock which danced and flexed and throbbed.

When Kurt finally lost words altogether and simply moaned on each long exhale Blaine began to pump his mouth up and down faster, taking Kurt as deep as he possibly could manage. Kurt’s moans became short, sharp “hahs” that went higher and higher in his register as he got closer and closer to orgasm. And with an extra-strong suck and a perfect swirl of tongue Blaine could feel Kurt coming. One flailing hand found Blaine’s head and tightened in his hair and Blaine really didn’t need that extra stimulation. Holding himself back was hard enough with Kurt’s cock shivering in his mouth, pumping warm come against his throat, beautiful sounds of pleasure echoing in his ears. He knew exactly what Kurt was feeling and knowing made his own lack of that same pleasure all the more intense.

Kurt finally collapsed, panting like he’d run a marathon. Blaine was panting too; gently releasing Kurt’s slowly softening cock and letting his head fall limply on Kurt’s thigh. They both lay in silence for a minute, gasping, Kurt with the force of his release and Blaine with the force of his denial. When he finally trusted his voice, he gasped out between breaths, “Can I just say . . . your speed . . . is turning out to be . . . a lot faster . . . than I expected.”

Kurt burst into surprised laughter and Blaine groaned. “Please don’t laugh. At this point I think just the mattress shaking could make me come.”

“Come here,” Kurt said, and Blaine climbed up the bed to lie on his side next to Kurt, far enough away that there was no chance of his dick pressing against any part of Kurt’s body. Kurt turned so they lay face to face, smiling sleepily.

“If you’re very good at my house today maybe I’ll do that to you when we come back,” he said as he stroked his fingers down Blaine’s chest.

Blaine really needed to just accept that Kurt was going to be endlessly surprising. Because gaping like a fish was not in any way sexy. “How did I ever think you wouldn’t be able to dominate me?” he asked.

Kurt slid his hand lower and dragged his fingers down along Blaine’s cock to tease at his balls. Blaine’s breath caught in his throat at the gentle, aching touch.

“That’s for underestimating me,” Kurt said, nestling his head deeper into his pillow and letting his eyes slip closed in post-orgasmic relaxation.

It felt like a very big step for Blaine to say, “I think I’ve underestimated you a lot.”

Kurt must have heard the subtext because his eyes opened again and fixed on Blaine’s with a sleepy intensity. “Are you asking me to tease you?” His tone was light but Blaine could feel the weight behind the question.

His answer was simple but equally weighty. “Yes,” he breathed.

Kurt reached out again and let his fingers dance over Blaine’s balls and tap their way up and down his shaft, pinching gently at the head like he’d done the night before. Blaine closed his eyes and just let himself float in the spiraling, all-encompassing pleasure Kurt’s touch sent pulsing through his body. His dick, and Kurt’s fingers, felt like the absolute center of the universe and he had no idea how he could crave it so much when he knew it would end in frustration. But even the thought of that frustration seemed to turn him on more. The idea that Kurt could control his body in this way felt dangerously like a dream come true.

Kurt’s fingers began to move more and more slowly, then drifted to a stop, his hand cupping Blaine’s shaft and eventually relaxing open and heavy. Blaine let himself come back to earth enough to turn his head and look at his soulmate.

Kurt had fallen back to sleep.

Blaine lay there, with blood pulsing rhythmically through his cock and his orgasm hovering so close, and God, the sight of Kurt asleep like that was almost more than he could handle. It was like the perfect mind fuck, that Kurt had let Blaine blow him and now, satisfied, had drifted to sleep, with the weight of his hand making sure Blaine continued to ache for him. Lying there under Kurt’s hand Blaine had never felt more owned in his life. He would have been happy to stay there simmering in submission and arousal until Kurt woke up again, but eventually Kurt’s hand contracted sharply in his sleep and Blaine realized he was flirting with disaster. He refused to come until Kurt gave him permission. A little bit of frustration (oh, who was he kidding – a whole hell of a lot of frustration) was nothing compared to making Kurt happy.

Reluctantly, he moved Kurt’s hand off his body to rest on the mattress between them and slipped out of the bed. He’d fallen asleep hard last night, but he’d been emotionally exhausted. There was no way he was going to drift off after this morning’s activity. He and his dick would go make some coffee. Which wasn’t anywhere near as good as an orgasm, but would have to suffice.

When Kurt woke for the second time that morning he was alone, Blaine’s place on the bed occupied by a pair of pajama pants, an unopened toothbrush, a washcloth and a hand towel. Kurt couldn’t help smiling at the evidence of Blaine’s consideration. Perfect sub in more ways than one.

He took a moment to make sure he wasn’t going to have another freak out (after all, he’d taken yet another unexpected sexual step) but the uppermost thought in his mind seemed to be that he was going to have to make Blaine wake him up every morning with a blow job. Which was terribly clich�, but now he understood the reason for the clich�. Who the heck wouldn’t want to wake up that way if they had the chance? And he hadn’t been kidding about returning the favor after their visit with his family. He wasn’t even nervous about doing it. He very much wanted to hear the noises Blaine would make with Kurt’s mouth on him after two days of teasing.

And speaking of teasing – his decision to deny Blaine right after the spanking had been right in so many more ways than he’d ever expected. Clearly Blaine loved it – Kurt could tell because he hadn’t once asked when Kurt planned to let him come, even when he’d talked about blowing him later, and Kurt had never imagined how erotic it would be to make Blaine serve him while he waited for Kurt to grant him release. Kurt had teased Blaine about their soulmate bond, but now he understood exactly what the dictionary had meant about a perfect emotional, intellectual and sexual match. It made him wonder what other fantasies Blaine had that would turn out to be intensely hot for him as well.

A sound from the front of the apartment pulled him out of his thoughts and he grabbed his phone to check the time. Then he kicked off the covers, climbed into the too-short pajamas, and headed to the bathroom.

Blaine hadn’t provided a shirt and really, it shouldn’t have felt awkward after everything they’d done to walk out into Blaine’s living room half-dressed. Blaine had already seen his chest. He’d touched it. He’d cleaned come off of it for God’s sake. Still, Kurt managed to find a way to worry about how Blaine would react to the sight of him shirtless.

He didn’t have to worry. The sight of Blaine shirtless put all thoughts of himself out of Kurt’s head. Blaine was sitting on a tall stool at the kitchen island, reading the newspaper and sipping at a cup of coffee. Kurt waited until he put the coffee down, which gave him a chance to appreciate the way the muscles of his back moved over his bones as he lifted and lowered the cup.

When the coffee was safe on the counter Kurt slipped up and wrapped his arms around Blaine, who jumped a little but then leaned back into his embrace.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, turning his head so that he could nuzzle against Kurt’s cheek. “If I’d known you were awake I’d have brought you coffee in bed.”

“You don’t have to serve me all the time, you know,” Kurt said, trailing little kisses along Blaine’s jaw and enjoying the taste of the stubble against his tongue.

“But I like it. It makes me happy.” As if to demonstrate, he extricated himself from Kurt’s arms and hopped down from the stool to pour a cup for him.

“Are you okay?” Kurt asked as he continued to savor the sight of Blaine’s naked torso.

“What do you mean?”

Kurt shrugged. “Yesterday was kind of intense.”

Blaine brought him a cup and set the sugar and cream on the counter. “Yesterday was incredible, Kurt.” He moved closer and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist so that their naked chests were pressed together. “Yesterday changed my life. You changed my life.”

Kurt felt himself grinning and bit into his lower lip in an effort to control it. “You changed my life too, you know.”

“Wow. I know I give a good blow job but life changing?”

Kurt swatted his ass playfully. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Ouch!” Blaine grabbed his butt and stared reprovingly at Kurt. “Recovery time!”

“Please, you barely felt that spoon.”

“Are you kidding? It was the spoon that did the life changing. Someday when we have our first place together I’m going to frame that spoon and hang it on the wall.”

“Our first place” just dropped in there so casually make Kurt’s heart turn upside-down. “I’m pretty sure a framed wooden spoon will never be part of any d�cor that I’d approve,” Kurt said. “Besides, you have to get past my dad first.”

Blaine groaned. “Right. So how’d you get him to let you stay over last night?”

Kurt took a sip of his hot coffee. “I didn’t. I told him I was staying at Rachel’s house. But I’m going to tell him the truth today.”

“And there’s another thing he’ll have to hate me for.”

Kurt took Blaine’s hand and slotted their fingers together. “He’s not going to hate you. It might take him a while to get used to the idea, but more than anything my dad wants me to be happy. And you’re my soulmate. We’re going to be together for the rest of our lives. Everyone just has to accept that.” He smiled and tugged Blaine back against his body. “My family is your family now. They’re going to love you. You’re going to love them. You’re especially going to love Carole’s French toast casserole.”

Blaine tried to smile back but it was a pretty pitiful effort. “So I guess that’s my cue to tell you that I washed your socks and underwear and by the time you get out of the shower they should be dry. I didn’t dare touch your pants and shirt, though.”

Yep. Perfect sub.

Forty-five minutes later they were both showered and dressed and as ready as they would ever be to face whatever brunch was going to bring. Kurt came out of the bathroom after a final attempt to make himself presentable without any of his usual products to find Blaine kneeling next to the sofa, both their cuffs in his hands. He pulled himself up straight in his best serious dom posture and went to stand in front of his sub. Blaine looked up and Kurt couldn’t help thinking that if Rachel could see this she’d have a whole new definition of eyes shining with submission. He smiled down at Blaine and held out his left arm.

Blaine set his own cuff on the ground and slipped Kurt’s onto his wrist. He tightened the buckle then held his battered cuff out to Kurt.

Kurt shook his head. He picked up the box that held the black cuff and presented it to Blaine with a flourish.

Blaine knew what was inside the box, of course, but he gasped when he got the lid off and revealed it. “It’s beautiful, Kurt.”

“Really? I know it’s kind of simple.”

“I love it.” The way Blaine looked at Kurt then made him think that going back to bed was a much better idea than any stupid brunch with his parents. “You don’t understand,” Blaine said. “To have a black cuff – it just means so much to a sub.” Blaine struggled to find the right words. “It’s like, you dream about it from the time you get marked. Because it means that you’re safe. You’re home.”

Blaine lifted the black leather from the box and held it out to Kurt with shaking hands. Kurt took it and slid it onto Blaine’s right wrist, buckling the cuff. Blaine’s hands fell back onto his thighs and for a fleeting moment Kurt wished he was naked; he couldn’t wait to see Blaine wearing nothing but the shining black leather that proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that Blaine was 100% his.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked, holding out his hand. Blaine took it and Kurt pulled him up to stand and kissed him gently. When Blaine’s tongue touched his lips, though, he pulled back.

“Probably not the best idea to get you all worked up before you have to meet my dad,” he said ruefully.

Blaine nodded, but let his lips linger chastely on Kurt’s one more time.

“Thank you,” he said. “For everything.”

Kurt took his hand, shouldered his bag, and led the way out to the car.