Kurt politely shook his clients hand as their meeting concluded. That had gone surprisingly well for a last minute fit-in, he reflected. The man walked out of his office, to all appearances pleased, and anticipating a call from Kurts receptionist when there were updates. Kurt sat on the edge of his desk, rubbing his temples. He looked wearily up at the sound of someone entering his office, expecting the client had returned for something and pasted his professional grin back on. The polite facade dissolved into a much more genuine, million-watt smile as the single most beautiful thing on the planet strolled into his office. And just like that, Kurt forgot about actor whats-his-name, whod only minutes ago stood nearly naked in his office.

"Keep looking at me like that and I may consider forgiving you for standing me up," Blaine teased as he sauntered up and wrapped his arms around Kurts neck.

"Im so, so sorry, babe. I had no intention of it, I swear. Dani booked me without asking. I promise to make it up to you."

"Mhmm," Blaine replied noncommittally as he pushed his knee between Kurts thighs, spreading them to make room for his body. Blaine pressed in close, giving him a chaste kiss.  Blaine began massaging Kurts shoulders, chuckling when Kurt dropped his head to rest on Blaines chest with a low moan.

"I dont deserve you," the designer told him as Blaine expertly worked out the knots.

Blaine chuckled again. "Not today, you dont. Fortunately, you get me anyway. And were ordering pizza tonight."

"Blaiinee," Kurts muffled whine sounded from against the models shirt. Kurts head popped up a moment later.  "Do you have any idea how many fats and carbs are in that? Ill turn into a blimp."

"I find that very unlikely. And since youre the one whos responsible ruining our dinner reservation, Im pretty sure its my call."  He leaned in close.  "And we both know the only reason that youre complaining is so Ill promise to help you work off the calories." Blaines hands continued to work their magic on the exhausted shoulders of his owner and lover. After a few blissful moments, Blaine stopped before Kurt turned into a puddle of goo incapable of motion, backing away enough to let Kurt stand. Instead of getting up from his perch, Kurt reached forward and slipped a finger into the D-ring of Blaines collar, pulling him back in close.

Blaine allowed himself to be gently tugged. If he didnt, the collars buckle would snap.  He fleeting thought back to when Kurt was bothered by seeing the leather strap around Blaines neck, though admittedly hed gone through several incarnations of the accessory since then.

After years of being together, theyd both made adjustments to make their relationship work. Blaine continued to wear his collar whenever he wanted, though that rare when he was at home; he typically didnt feel the need.

And Kurt, well hed figured out that it could make a great a handle to tug Blaine in close when he felt his lover was too far away. Though it was always hit or miss whether Kurt would get an armful of boyfriend or a handful of leather, depending on whether Blaine felt like allowing himself to be guided. Either one was generally a win for Kurt since when Blaine chose to trigger the trick-catch, he usually had alternative, but equally pleasant, plans.

"Where do you think youre going, Mister? We still have some serious kissing to do," Kurt murmured when he had Blaines body back against him.

"Oh, really?" Blaine asked coyly. He leaned in, pressing his mouth against his lovers. God, he would never get used to this; Kurts lips felt like rightness, and heat, and home.

They lightly made out for a few perfect minutes before Blaine noticed something hard pressed against his hip.  "Is that fabric scissors in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" he purred. Kurt snorted a laugh as Blaine reached between them, unbuttoning his owners pants and tugging at the fabric suggestively.

"Oh, hell no. You know Im not doing this on my desk, so you can forget it. We can survive the five-minute walk to the house. You know, where the giant, soft bed lives?"

Blaines hand continued to work at Kurts zipper. "Im sorry; am I the one who cancelled date night? I believe that Im owed some restitution here."  Blaine grinned victoriously when Kurt slid his butt off the desk so that he only leaned against the edge, allowing Blaine to pull the fabric off his hips. This was always a fantasy of Blaines, and until now Kurt had point blank refused to do sex stuff at work.

"Restitution? Sweetie, youve been spending way too much time around Wesley."

"You have a lot of new contracts coming through. He needs the help," Blaine replied unrepentantly. And if they spent as much time goofing off as they did managing the Hummel Designs accounts, well that was why Wes was the senior attorney. There were interns to handle the minutiae, Wes had told him in his best stuffy prep school voice, and mini-golf with Blaine was a much higher priority. The slave had opted not to argue, though he did ask if they could try laser-tag next. Wes had agreed, with the caveat that Blaine not bring Kitten along.

Kurts schedule was not as flexible. It was award show season and a number of big names had expressed an interest in wearing one of Kurts designs down the read carpet. It had been a stressful few weeks, Blaine knew. Kurt had spent too many nights in a row crawling into bed with him long after Blaine had drifted off to sleep. Which was why theyd both been so looking forward to having a night to themselves.

Well, better late then never, Blaine decided. And if Kurt was too strung out to put up his usual fight, he was not above taking advantage.

Blaine slid to his knees, successfully pulling down Kurts tight pants and briefs as he descened, an art that had taken Blaine a few tries to get the hang of, and breathed against Kurts rapidly filling erection.  "I missed you," he murmured, licking slowly, just the way he knew Kurt loved.

"And I, God, Blaine...missed you so much. Please babe, dont tease. Need you."

Blaine was so going to tease. This was his fantasy, after all. And so far it was even better than hed imagined. But he wouldnt do it for very long. Not when Kurt gasped his name like that.

"Since you said please," he murmured, slowly sinking down onto Kurts cock until his lips reached the base.  He slowly worked his way back up the shaft, sucking gently and reaching up to stroke Kurts balls.  Kurts fingers automatically tightened against his curls at the sensation, tugging sharply. Blaine whined low in his throat, deciding to abandon teasing and push for something he just realized that he needed even more.

He pulled off Kurts cock, and began slow, deliberate strokes with one hand that were designed to make his lover crazy.  "Kurt, please fuck my mouth. Will you, baby? Please?"

Kurt groaned. He knew that tone in Blaines voice; what his lover was really asking for.  He tightened his grip on Blaines hair with both hands, feeling him release the hold on his erection so that he could a good grip on Kurts thighs as the slave leaned forward eagerly. Blaine relaxed into the strong hold, waiting.

"Open up, then," Kurt commanded in a dark whisper. Blaines eye drifted closed and he opened his mouth wide, whimpering when Kurts cock slid in.  Kurt didnt hesitate to thrust forward, setting a quick pace into Blaines eager mouth, though he didnt push very deeply. Hed work up to that. After several rapid strokes, he slowed his hips, pushing increasingly deeper with each measured thrust, watching intently as Blaine readily swallowed his cock to the hilt.

"You like that, lover? I know you must, since you take it so good for me," Kurt murmured in that same bedroom voice.  Blaines broken moan spoke volumes. Now that he was sure that Blaine was ready, Kurt started pumping rapidly, making him deep throat each time.

Blaine whined in approval, attempting to lean forward even more to meet each sharp thrust. Kurts hands tightened in his hair, locking his head in place while Kurt continued to slide in fast and deep.  Kurt could feel Blaines hands clenching on his thighs as he took his face fucking.  Kurt was sure to have bruises after this and he didnt care one bit. He knew Blaine liked seeing the marks against Kurts pale skin.

Kurt pulled out for a second, giving Blaine a chance to breathe, cough a little, and rest his jaw.  "Youre so good for me, arent you?" He purred as he ran his fingers through Blaines curls. "So mine."

Blaines eyes leaked tears from the deep throating, and saliva coated his reddened face, dripping down his chin in thin rivulets. He looked wrecked. And if Kurt didnt know that Blaine loved this, even needed it once in a while, hed be horrified by his own actions.  "I really am," Blaine whispered hoarsely. He leaned forward, nuzzling against the erection jutting so enticingly in front of him.  "Please Master, do it again?" 

Kurt was expecting the M word.  It was inevitable when he strong-armed his boyfriend like this. And the word lacked the painful impact on him that it used to. Blaine couldnt help it, and Kurt didnt want him to police his words. The partners had talked, and talked, and finally decided not to call the other out over what was said during intimacy. They knew what they were to each other, and it was okay. As long as it was them, everything was okay.

"You want it again? Then open wide; show me how bad that pretty mouth wants to take my dick." 

Kurt could say some things, though this was taking him nearly to the limit of his comfort zone.  But it was so hot, and Blaine looked so wrecked; it just felt right. And right now it was clearly working for Blaine.  He whimpered in anticipation, opening his mouth as directed.

Kurt generally wasnt much for the dirty talk. That was more Blaines purview. He could twist words until his owner was panting, rock hard, and seconds from climax.  Blaine had deliberately brought Kurt to orgasm with his words alone on more than one occasion. Kurt would have no problem with that if only Blaine didnt generally choose to do it when they were in public together.

Tightening his fingers in Blaines hair once again, Kurt slid his cock between the waiting lips, paused, then began slamming hard and fast. He couldnt wait any more, and the noises coming from between his legs suggested Blaine was just as needy.

"Thats it, Blaine. God youre perfect. You take it so good for me," Kurts words were broken, interspaced between breathy moans, ultimately dissolving into groans and panting whispers of Blaines name.

Feeling Kurts hips begin to stutter, Blaine reached up to grab his hips and pull him in close until Kurts cock hit the back of Blaines throat.  He felt the burst of come against his throat, swallowing methodically as Kurt pulsed and throbbed in his mouth. He held Kurt still when the designer would have fallen back, stubbornly sucking as much as he could from him.  Finally, Kurt whimpered as sensitivity peaked and Blaine reluctantly let the softening cock slip from his lips with a soft pop. 

He settled back on his haunches, watching Kurt gasp for breath and shiver as he came down from the rocking orgasm. Blaine couldnt help but feel a swell of pride knowing hed done that to his lover. He absently swiped at some of the moisture coating his face.

As soon as Kurt was sufficiently recovered to trust his legs to support him, he shucked his pants off the rest of the way and walked to the small in-office bathroom to get a warm washcloth.  He returned a minute later, seeing Blaine in the same spot, waiting patiently.  Blaine enjoyed being pampered after that kind of sex, and Kurt needed the chance to take care of him, to know his lover was okay and that they were good.

He knelt across from Blaine, delicately pressing the soft warm cloth over his eyes, wiping away the tear tracks. Blaine closed his eyes at the gentle touch, humming in pleasure.

"You okay, baby?" Kurt had to ask, Blaine knew, and it didnt bother him. He appreciated the concern. Kurts lips followed the trail of the cloth, pressing soft kisses over Blaines face.

 "Im fine, love," Blaine paused as the cloth made its way down and across his saliva drenched lips and chin.  "I think we both needed a little intensity right now."

"And it has nothing to do with you getting your way about sex in my office, which I told you Id never do," Kurt asked in amusement.

"Ill call it a bonus. Do I look clean?" Blaine asked.

Kurt dabbed a fluffy dry towel over the slaves face. "Looks good. So, were going home and getting pizza, then?"

Blaine laughed as he stood and stretched, offering Kurt a hand up. "Now youre just trying to turn me on. Ill order now so its ready when we get there."  He had an app for that.  Blaine pulled out his phone, typing quickly while Kurt dressed.

"Speaking of turned on," Kurt commented after Blaine had finished. He nudged his knee against Blaines persistent hard on.

"Nuh uh, you. Dinner first, Im starving."  Blaine backed away.  "But I was thinking, after we get a little food in us..."

"Yesss?" Kurt asked curiously.

"After that, I was thinking, maybe I could make love to you tonight."

Kurts eyes widened slightly at that. Blaine didnt top often, not that Kurt objected to switching.  Blaine was just more comfortable as bottom, generally riding Kurt when he wanted control of their lovemaking.  And Kurt, well, he simply wanted Blaine. He didnt worry overly about the how part.

"Or, we could grab a quick snack and the pizza can wait in the oven while we work up our appetites," Kurt suggested, letting Blaine hear in his voice just how into that idea he was.

"You just dont want to do the work tonight."  Blaine smirked, meeting Kurts lust-darkened eyes as he pulled his lover against his body.  "Have I told you recently that I love you?" 

"Its been a while; you may need to remind me," Kurt told him seriously, though his blue-grey eyes twinkled with mischief.

Blaine tightened his arms around him, and leaned in, kissing slow and deep, letting his tongue slide into Kurts mouth the way Kurts cock had so recently plundered his. When they were out of breath, Blaine reluctantly pulled away, resting his forehead against Kurts as they both panted. "Kurt Hummel, I love you. So much."

Kurts smile was so bright it broke Blaines heart and rebuilt it a second later. Hed never dreamed someone could look at him like that. Like he was their whole world.

"I love you, too."

Arm in arm they both left the office to make the short walk back to their home.

Neither man noticed the lone car parked in a distant corner of the small parking lot.
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