“Oh god...“ Kurt couldn‘t stop himself from screaming.

He was on a double bed on his back, in a dimmed room. His arms were tied strongly to bed so that he couldn’t move at all. He was completely naked, another naked body pressed to his side. The most gorgeous body Kurt has ever seen; and this perfection was next to him, one finger inside him. That one finger was killing him, moving so slowly that Kurt could hardly feel the movement. They have been like that for long, way too long if you asked Kurt. He looked pleading at the other boy.

“You’re not allowed to speak,” Blaine said, moving his finger even slower; Kurt didn’t think it was possible.

The finger bruised at the magical spot and Kurt moaned trying to suppress a scream.

“Good boy,” Blaine whispered kissing Kurt’s jaw line and massaging the spot.

After a few moments of heavenly pleasure Kurt felt the other boy moving his finger out and bucked his hips trying to keep the feeling last.

“You’re not allowed to move,” Blaine said pulling his finger out with a mischievous look on his face. Kurt knew it didn’t mean anything good for him.

Blaine stood up, placing a light kiss on the tip of Kurt’s cock before crossing the room. Kurt moaned and watched Blaine who sat down on an armchair with a bottle of lube in his hand. He threw his legs over the sides, exposing himself to Kurt who swallowed audibly, his eyes wide opened as if he was afraid to close them.

Kurt watched as the other boy covered his fingers with lube, moved the hand to his own hole, and started lightly massaging the entrance with one finger. Eyes never leaving Kurt’s face, Blaine pushed the finger inside.

“It feels so good, Kurt,” he moaned, moving the finger in and out at much faster pace than a few minutes before.

Soon another finger found his way in and Blaine’s breath became harder. He looked ecstatic when the third finger was added.

“I wish it was you inside me, baby,” Blaine said keeping his eyes locked on Kurt.

The other boy didn’t know what he wanted more, to scream at Blaine or to plead him. He craved for any type of friction; he desperately wanted to be touched.

But Blaine was stubborn, especially when it came to this kind of stuff. There were rules and they had to be followed. And disobedience causes punishment. Simple as that. So no matter how badly Kurt wanted to shout ‘so come here and fuck me!’ he just watched Blaine pleasuring himself.

The way Kurt looked at him and moved his hips into the air trying to get a non-existent friction, made Blaine want more. He moved his other hand and opened a drawer next to the armchair. Kurt moaned loudly when he saw what Blaine had in his hand. It was a dildo.

Blaine looked at Kurt hungrily and pulled the fingers out. He quickly covered the toy with lube and pressed it against his entrance.

“Baby, please…” Blaine heard.

Somewhere deep inside he knew Kurt was disobeying their rules but he himself couldn’t wait any longer. In no time Blaine was on top of Kurt with a bottle of lube in hand; the toy nowhere to be seen.

“You want it so bad, babe, don’t you?” Blaine asked sucking on Kurt’s earlobe.

Blaine’s cock was now touching Kurt’s but Kurt knew he couldn’t move because he was afraid to lose that little friction he had.

“Do you want me?” Blaine whispered right into Kurt’s ear. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you!”

Blaine aligned himself with Kurt’s cock and pushed slightly so that only the tip was inside.

“Tell me you need me.”

“I need you!”

Blaine lowered himself a bit more.

“Tell me I’m the only one you think of when you touch yourself.”

“Yes, you are…” Kurt said trying his best not to move.

“That’s not the answer I wanted,” Blaine growled and moved up a bit.

“Yes, you’re the only one I think about when I touch myself. I think about you all the time. You are the only one in my dreams. Now, please, fuck me already!” Kurt shouted and it was too much for Blaine.

He suddenly lowered himself so that the whole Kurt’s length was inside him. That made Kurt scream in surprise and because of a remarkable feeling of Blaine’s tight heat.

Blaine closed the eyes, placed his hands on Kurt’s chest, and started moving, taking a fast pace.

“It’s… so good… feels wonderful,” Kurt kept an incoherent talking, happy to finally be able to speak at all.

The other boy opened the eyes and moved his hands forward so that he could massage Kurt’s nipples with thumbs.

“You’re amazing, Kurt,” Blaine said slowing the pace.

Kurt whined and bucked his hips up not sure if he was now allowed not only to speak but to move as well but he didn’t care. He did need the sweet release and he wanted that soon.

Blaine’s hand disappeared and he said, “Bend your knees, baby.”

Kurt looked puzzled but did what the other boy had asked. As soon as he did that, he felt something pressing against his entrance. The toy was back. Lust and shock mixed in Kurt’s face.

 “Do you want it, baby?” he asked gently, stopping his movements.

Kurt looked a bit scared but nodded.

“I will make it feel fantastic, I promise,” Blaine said and slowly pushed a dildo previously covered with lube inside Kurt.

Kurt moaned and it was a sign for Blaine to move. He shut his eyes and started moving up and down, simultaneously moving his hand at the same pace.

Now Kurt was screaming. He had never felt like that before. The perfect tightness of Blaine and the toy hitting his prostate made him see stars.

“Blaine…” Kurt moaned feeling that he was very close.

“I love you,” Blaine said and that made Kurt come screaming the boy’s name.

Seeing Kurt coming was enough to get Blaine over the edge. Just a few seconds later he was coming on Kurt’s chest. Breathing heavily he pulled the toy out of Kurt, threw it somewhere, and lay on the boy.

“I will have my revenge the next time,” Kurt warned Blaine trying to sound intimidating.

“I can’t wait,” Blaine laughed. “But you are in a bad position for threatening. At least you should wait until I untie you before talking about the revenge.”

“Talking about that, it’s time for you to untie me so we can wash ourselves.”

“But you’re so perfect to lie on,” Blaine said sleepily.

“C’mon, untie me…”

“Give me a se–“

“Hey, what are you doing?” Kurt heard Blaine’s voice and closed the notebook quickly, trying hard not to look guilty.

“Nothing. Just… um… daydreaming. Plotting weekend outfits.”