“Shirt!”

“That's one.” Kurt's lips slipped over the head of Blaine's cock and down, down, sucking hard as he went.

Blaine raised his head off the pillow and watched his boyfriend bob down and up again, just once, slurping as his mouth popped off on the upstroke.

“Oh God that feels good.”

“I imagine it does. It's been a while for you.” Kurt smirked up Blaine from between his spread legs. “But if you want me to keep going . . .”

Blaine dropped his head back between his upstretched arms. “Okay. Kurt. Shirt. Shirt . . . um . . . flirt!”

“Very nice.”

Blaine moaned his pleasure as Kurt's mouth made a second trip from swollen head to iron root of his turgid cock, and back again. But his moan turned into a whine when Kurt pulled away, leaving Blaine's dick to flop hard against his belly.

“Don't stop!”

“You know what you have to do.”

“I can't think! Help me, please?” Blaine pulled on the cuffs that held his wrists to the headboard. A little pathetic struggling couldn't hurt.

“Um, no. I'm not the one who insisted there were hundreds of other words that rhyme with Kurt. That was you. You seemed so sure.”

“I was sure! But when you do that all I can think about is . . . you doing that.”

Kurt grinned at him. The evil genius grin that Blaine had come to fear in the very best way. Long fingers wrapped around Blaine's balls and caressed gently. “Let's make this more interesting. You have permission to come, if you can keep my mouth moving long enough to get you there.”

It had been three weeks since Kurt had let Blaine come. Blaine was pretty sure he was saving up for their “real” anniversary next week. Which was a lovely idea but Blaine wasn't ever going to turn down a chance at an orgasm. “Oh shit, Kurt. Okay. Okay. I can do this.” He could, Blaine knew, if only Kurt would stop tickling his balls like that so he could think. “Okay, Kurt, flirt, shirt . . . alert!”

Kurt sucked extra hard as he bobbed, and Blaine's eyes rolled back in his head. He was pretty sure he'd never felt this much pleasure in his life.

“Quirt!” Blaine panted. “Oh, that's a whip! I think I should get two for that. For context.”

Kurt silently agreed, sliding hot fire up and down Blaine's aching cock . . . twice.

“Girt . . .”

“That's not a word.”

“Sure it is. Past tense of gird. I girt my loins. You girt my loins with your mouth. And it was glorious.”

Kurt considered. Blaine tried to look pathetic. Finally Kurt's head shook a sharp no and his fingers wrapped tight around Blaine's scrotum and squeezed.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Every game has consequences for a wrong answer, Blaine.”

“I don't get a right of appeal?”

“What about you tied to the bed at my mercy leads you to believe that this is a democracy?”

“Fine.” Blaine pouted, but just a little, because Kurt was still holding his balls. “Fine, then, squirt." Another hot sucking slide. "Um. . . yurt! Concert. Oh God, skirt. Fuck, I'm so close . . . Kurt, yurt . . . um . . . Burt!”

Pain from his balls stabbed through Blaine's core and forced his eyes open to focus on Kurt. “What?” he protested.

“Never say my father's name when my mouth is on your dick, Blaine. Never.”

“But it rhymes!”

“I don't care. There are lines we do not cross. Ever.”

Blaine's head fell back in despair. The pain had pushed his looming orgasm farther away, and left his brain rattled. “I was almost there,” he whined.

“So think of more words.”

“How am I supposed to think? That really . . . oh! Hurt! Hurt rhymes with Kurt. So very appropriately.”

“Careful.” Kurt's fingers flirted dangerously with Blaine's balls but his mouth made yet another gorgeous hot slide down Blaine's hungry cock.

Blaine couldn't bear to have him stop. He could do this, he knew he could. He had to. His brain searched for something, anything, to keep Kurt going. “Avert! As in I'd like to avert that ball-squeezing thing happening again.”

Another stroke, so hot and tight it took Blaine's breath away.

Vert words. Yes. “Revert . . . culvert . . . subvert . . . invert fuck!” Oh he was close again, his orgasm was right there, tight in the balls Kurt was still teasing, just a few more strokes.

Kurt's mouth lifted off as Blaine's voice trailed away.

“No, please!” Blaine wailed. His hips thrust up, searching for those sweet lips again. “Just one more, please!”

“Word?”

Desperately Blaine racked his brain. But it was no good. He'd completely run out of words that rhyme with Kurt. Two more would have done it. Three at the most. But he was done. He sobbed his frustration and pulled on his cuffs with much more intent than he had before.

“Well I guess that means I win!” Kurt popped off the bed with a grin and pulled open the toy drawer. When he turned back he was holding their smallest vibrator, the one that Blaine knew from experience would tease just close enough to his prostate to drive him slowly insane.

The evil grin was back as Kurt deliberately approached the bed. “Now I'm going to insert this right where you want it, then maybe I'll leave you here for a while because I'm feeling like I want some more dessert before I exert myself by fucking you. Because I don't know about you, but this little game really turned me on.”