Expectation Fails Klaine Advent 2015 Drabbles
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Expectation Fails Klaine Advent 2015 Drabbles: Underneath


E - Words: 556 - Last Updated: Dec 26, 2015
Story: Complete - Chapters: 24/? - Created: Dec 26, 2015 - Updated: Dec 26, 2015
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Blaine was in so much trouble.

“I'll let you decide,” Kurt had whispered in his ear, then he'd scooted to the end of the bed where he now sat, fondling Blaine's balls while he waited. And if that was supposed to give Blaine space to think, it was failing miserably.

His cock knew what it wanted, unquestionably, especially with Kurt's hands so close to it, so full of possibilities. Being inside Kurt was a rare pleasure, intense in a way that burned just this side of unbearable. Being inside Kurt while bound tight to the bed under his dominant and unable to thrust in any meaningful way – being helpless while Kurt effectively fucked himself on Blaine's cock – was the stuff of agonizing fantasy. Being inside Kurt and not being allowed to come was unthinkable. But it had been twelve days since Blaine's last orgasm and there was every chance Kurt would let him come. And exploding to long-awaited completion with his cock bound by Kurt's tight, hot flesh was, as far as Blaine was concerned, the pinnacle of ecstasy. If he knew he was going to get to come he'd choose that every time.

But Kurt was never going to make it that easy for him.

Being fucked by Kurt was, on the other hand, a regular occurrence but one that Blaine never tired of. Spread under his lover with his legs wide, the helpless vessel for Kurt's desire, that was without question his place, his fate, the ultimate fulfillment of his sexual destiny, and if that sounded a bit effusive even in his head, well Blaine was not at all above getting a little poetical about being tied down and taken. There was nothing in the universe that could compare to the way he felt when Kurt's cock slid into him and reshaped his body in its own image. He was born to be fucked by Kurt. And Kurt was born to fuck him; his inspiration was infinite. It was always different, every time something new, some twist Blaine never saw coming. Some new way to enhance Blaine's sense of subjugation. He was, honestly, in awe of Kurt's brilliance. Also effusive, he knew, but the God's honest truth.

“I'm waiting,” Kurt prompted. He emphasized his impatience by rolling Blaine's balls against each other in their sac.

Blaine had to wait to stop moaning before he could speak. “I'm trying,” he finally said. “It's not an easy decision you know.”

“Well if you can't make a choice I'll just have to make it for you.” Kurt abandoned Blaine's balls and crawled up the bed, his eyes burning into Blaine's, until he was straddling Blaine's chest, his hard cock just inches from Blaine's lips. “Maybe I'll ride you until I get tired of it and then fuck you. With your legs still tied because I like it nice and tight.”

Blaine whimpered.

“And you're definitely not allowed to come.” Kurt smirked at him and reached for the lube.

Oh, he was in so, so much trouble. But that was just as it should be, he thought, as Kurt slid down his cock in tiny, teasing increments that made Blaine gasp for breath and struggle for self-control. There was such beauty in Kurt's unwavering authority. Even when he topped, Blaine was always firmly and – yes he knew it was effusive - ecstatically on the bottom.


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