Kurt didn't even wait for the door to close behind them before he spun Blaine around and trapped him against it; the force of Blaine's body shoved it home with a slam that reverberated through him and into Kurt, pressed tight against his back.

“Did you think I wouldn't see, boy?”

Blaine's stiff surprise melted like snow in a furnace and he collapsed against the door, Kurt's grip and his leg between Blaine's thighs the only things holding him up.

Kurt smiled. With finals and job searches and photoshoots, it had been too long since they'd had a chance to do this.

“Well?” Kurt demanded, keeping his voice cold and aloof. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I don't know what you mean, sir,” Blaine said meekly. He'd needed this even more than Kurt had anticipated; his consonants were already started to bleed into each other.

“Don't you?” Kurt accused, pressing his lips to Baine's ear. “The dom at the table by the door. I saw you wiggle your ass for him when we left.”

“No, master –“

Kurt pressed his thigh up hard against Blaine's ass. “Are you calling me a liar boy?”

Blaine moaned. He ground down against Kurt's leg as best he could in his constrained position. “No, master, I would never –”

“So you did wiggle your ass at him.”

“No, please sir, please.” Blaine arched his back and begged with his whole body. It didn't matter that his words didn't make sense, he was already beyond sense. Want had completely taken over.

It had definitely been much too long.

Kurt pulled Blaine's hands up above his head and ground harder. His knee had to be shoving painfully against Blaine's balls but Blaine rode it anyhow, groaning at the stimulation.

“I think this ass needs to be reminded who it belongs to,” Kurt hissed in Blaine's ear.

Blaine was panting hard against the door. “Oh God, please. Please.”

Kurt let go of Blaine's hands but they stayed where he'd put them, pressed into the door above his head. He reached for Baine's fly – not trying to be gentle, he knew Blaine wanted it rough now – and jerked his jeans and underwear down to his thighs. Blaine's cock sprang up already full and eager and even in the darkness of their living room his winter-pale ass seemed to glow. Kurt ran his fingers down the crack and Blaine hissed and arched even more.

The first slap stung Kurt's hand but he didn't care. Blaine's breath caught, and on the second slap he moaned and then Kurt backed off enough to use both hands, one on each cheek in quick succession, over and over until the ringing smacks drowned out even Blaine's desperate noises, until his hands were burning. He ignored his own pain because he needed this as much as Blaine did; because there had been a dom, who'd looked, and it didn't matter that Blaine hadn't actually courted the attention – hadn't even known that the man existed. He'd looked. At what belonged to Kurt.

Fortunately, Blaine was only too willing to suffer for that unknown dom's sins. As Kurt brutally marked his possession, Blaine rocked back to meet every blow, then fucked forward against the door, shuddering with need. Kurt punished Blaine until his ass was blood-moon dark and he was gasping into the wood, beyond sound, lost completely in sensation. When Kurt finally stopped and covered Blaine's body with his own again, he could feel him quivering from head to toe. Gasping broke into a whine when Kurt's hand found Blaine's cock and wrapped tight around it.

“What's this, boy? Are you getting off on being punished? You really are an insatiable slut, aren't you?”

Blaine's head fell back on Kurt's shoulder. “Yes, God, yes master. Please.” His hips jerked, trying to fuck into Kurt's fist.

“Uh-uh,” Kurt tutted. Blaine's cock throbbed against his grip.

Blaine's head turned and his lips found Kurt's neck. “Please. Please let me . . .”

“Disobedient boys don't get come. Disobedient boys get to suffer until their master decides they've learned their lesson.”

Blaine groaned again, and it was beautiful, so Kurt rewarded him with two slow strokes of his cock that made Blaine wail. “I think you'd better stop worrying about what you think you need and start worrying about how to make up for your unacceptable behavior.”

Blaine knew a cue when he heard one and barely had Kurt stepped away before he was turned around and on his knees, his jacket still on, his jeans and briefs still hobbling his thighs. His eyes, now that Kurt could see them, were wide with Blaine's special flavor of submissive bliss and he hissed with pain as his ass settled on his heels but he reached for Kurt's fly anyhow, mouth agape and ready to serve.

Oh yes, Kurt thought as Blaine sank hot and wet onto his length. It had been much, much too long.