The blaring of his alarm rocked Kurt from a sound sleep.  Reflexively, he smacked at the snooze button.  After winning the battle against his bodys demand to curl back into bed for a few more minutes, Kurt dragged himself upright. A quick glance at the space next to him revealed that he was alone in bed. Again.

God, Im losing it. Both he and his subconscious needed to get a grip. He didnt need to add ridiculous dreams to his growing list of psychoses. It just made reality that much more painful.  He pulled the sheet roughly aside, bracing himself for yet another long day.

A flash of purple caught his eye as he started to rise. He spread his legs, staring down at the large, dark bruise on his right inner thigh. A trail of reddened bite marks led down almost to his knee. Kurt was suddenly very glad he was still sitting down or hed have fallen. Blaine. It was a guilty pleasure of his, marking Kurt there.

It was something private, for just the two of them.  Blaine loved seeing the dark color contrasting against Kurts alabaster skin, knowing hed caused it.  It was one the things theyd had to talk about at the beginning of their relationship.  Blaine felt guilty because he got off on causing injury, no matter how minor, to his lover. Kurt had straight out laughed off his concerns, asking when exactly he gave Blaine the impression that Kurt was in any way fragile, despite the unfortunate nickname.  He had no problem wearing evidence of Blaines claim on his body. And, hed told his boyfriend firmly, it was totally hot. But much more relevant to the moment was the fact that there was literally no way he couldve done it to himself in his sleep.  Yesterday had been real; Blaine had come back to him.

Before Kurt could pull himself out of bed, Blaine appeared at the door with two cups of coffee and a shy smile.  He was wearing jeans and a plain tee. Hed put just enough effort into his hair to take it down a notch from birds nest. His gaze trailed down Kurts bare form, lingering on the silver dollar sized hickey. Blaines cheeks pinked even as his eyes darkened.

Kurt smirked, sitting up further in bed, bending one leg up while angling his right to offer a better for his boyfriend to admire his handiwork.  Blaine wasnt the only one who knew how to pose.

"Wow. Thats...really big. I feel like maybe I should apologize," Blaine commented absently, gaze still locked on the mark high on Kurts iner thigh. Kurt raised an eyebrow at the word choice.

"Oh my God," Blaine laughed as he approached, handing Kurt one of the cups. "I meant the hickey, you pervert."  He ran his palm, warm from holding the hot cup, up against Kurts skin, rubbing his thumb delicately over the bruise.

Kurt laughed. "Fine. Pop my ego. Seriously though, are you sorry you did it?"

"No," Blaine admitted, still rubbing gently.  Even after years of being each others everything, it still awed him that Kurt allowed Blaine to mark him like that.  Admittedly, he didnt typically leave marks of that magnitude.  Last night...last night hed just needed to see it. Proof that Kurt forgave him, wanted him, and allowed him this.

"Then I see no reason for an apology. I also see no reason to be awake at this hour. I distinctly recall getting the day off. Did you set my alarm?"

"I did."  Blaine took the half emptied cup from Kurts hand and placed them both on the nightstand.  He crawled over and straddled Kurts legs so he could sit on his lap.  He leaned in to place soft, wet kisses behind Kurts ear.  Blaine gradually moved lower, the kisses feather light brushes of his lips as he worked his way down to the curve of Kurts shoulder.

"Im sorry, babe. I just...the licensing office opens at 8a."  He murmured the words as he nibbled, paying special attention to Kurts hot spots.

"Wha..what offices?"  Really, it was unfair of Blaine to expect rational thought from Kurt in this position. He rested his hands on Blaines hips under the tee shirt, stroking the warm skin gently with his thumbs.

"Licensing.  I was hoping we could get there when they opened. You dont have to get glammed up or anything, just throw on a quick shirt and jeans. Please?  Then we can come back here and spend the rest of the day in bed."  Blaine kissed Kurt repeatedly on the lips as he spoke, no tongue, just soft pressure. "Please, Kurt? You promised."

Kurt was confused. What was Blaine asking him for? Well, begging really. Because thats what all those gentle touches meant.

He placed a hand on Blaines chest, pushing him back just a little. Blaine moved as directed, but he began rolling his hips into Kurts.

"Blaine, stop a second.  What are you asking me for? Ill do it," he promised hastily.  "As soon as I figure out what it is that youre talking about."

Blaine stilled his motions and dropped his gaze. "I need you to fix it. My paperwork, I mean. You promised last night that you would, remember? I really need to belong to you again. Please?"  He began to tremble slightly, despite his efforts to stay calm.  Blaine needed Kurt to be his master. He was drifting and nervous without that safety net.  Kurt was the only one he trusted his life to. Hed already fought off a panic attack once that morning in the kitchen when hed thought about someone other than Kurt having control of him. No matter who it was.

The light finally dawned and Kurt pulled Blaine up against him, wrapping his arms tightly around the man on his lap. Blaine whimpered softly against shoulder as he relaxed into the hug.

"Blaine, honey, any and all proof that you are anything but mine is in a tiny pile on my studio floor," Kurt assured him.

"But, it had a seal on it, and it was certified. Wasnt it?" 

"Yes, it was.  But that was on my end.  Cooper still needed to sign before the form could be sent off. Did you really think there was any way Id just let you go to Cooper without having a very long, face-to-face talk with him?   At the absolute least I wanted his oath against whatever he held dear that hed always call me if you wanted to come back so I could come for you."

"So...thats all?  Just like that? That was the only copy? Nothing else needs to be done?"  Blaine asked hesitantly.

"Yes, it was, and not a thing.  You already took care of it, and in a spectacularly dramatic fashion, I might add," Kurt teased.

Relief flooded through Blaines body and he sagged in Kurts arm.  "Thank you, Master," he whispered in Kurts ear. Kurt squeezed tighter.

The alarm clock decided that was enough of that and ripped into the silence, steamrolling over their tender moment.  Blaine laughed at Kurts annoyed groan, crawling off his lap to turn the device off.

"I cant believe you made me wake up early on my precious day off," Kurt grumped as Blaine settled back down beside him.

"Im sorry," Blaine replied.  "It seemed like a good idea at the time.  But now you get to go back to sleep for as long as you want. Or..." Blaines voice trailed off as he slid his fingertips suggestively up Kurts thigh.

"Or?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Or I can make it up to you." Blaines smile was wicked and his eyes gleamed.

"That could work," Kurt murmured, entranced by that smile.

Blaine laughed and gracefully rolled up to a high kneel.  He pulled his shirt off slowly, making a show of it.  The fabric trailed up his chest, revealing his dark treasure trail, perfectly toned six-pack abs, then his flat, muscular chest and dark nipples.   He tensed for a second, surprised by the feeling of Kurts hand lightly tracing along his stomach while his shirt was over his eyes. Blaine tugged it off the rest of the way before tossing it unceremoniously to the ground.

Kurt ran his fingers inside the waistline of his jeans suggestively. Blaine leaned forward so that Kurt could reach him with the hand not playing at his waist which Kurt took full advantage of, running an appreciative hand across Blaines abs.  Slowly, Kurt trailed his hand down and undid the button and zipper to Blaines jeans one handed.  He wasnt wearing underwear.   Kurt tugged the fabric partially down Blaines thighs, pulling his cock and testicles out over the denim.  Kurt ran his fingers along Blaines V, stroking along his inner thighs, close, so close, but not quite touching his fiercely aroused cock.

At Kurts urging, Blaine sat back long enough to pull the jeans completely off before quickly returning to his previous high kneeling position. Blaine stared briefly down at his aching cock before looking at Kurt hopefully.

"Put your hands behind you back," Kurt ordered softly.

Blaine whimpered but obeyed, locking his fingers together. Blaine couldnt tolerate being tied up.   Theyd tried several times in a variety of ways over the years and hed immediately start to panic when he felt the pressure against his wrists.  But this he could handle just fine. Blaine settled on his haunches with his knees spread wide, his body open and exposed for his lover to play with, bound by his will alone.

"Good boy"Ó Kurt purred, his eyes dark with lust. "Youre so beautiful, my love. I just want to touch you everywhere."

"Go ahead," Blaine whispered, pushing his chest forward again.  "Im all yours.  You can do anything you want to me. I want you to. Please?" 

Kurt leaned forward and kissed him, slowly deepening the kiss, his tongue demanding entrance.   Blaine moaned, kissing back with equal fervor.

One hand found a pert nipple and Kurt rolled the nub in his fingers before pinching hard.  Blaine gasped at the sting. It hurt a little, too much to be considered strictly pleasurable.  But his hips jutted forward nonetheless, his cock straining for attention.  His breathing picked up, a touch of fear mingling with his intense arousal.

"Easy love. Ive got you.  Just relax, and let me touch," Kurt crooned.  Blaine liked having his boundaries tested sometimes, being taken just a little past his comfort zones. It was all about trust, and Blaine trusted Kurt to know when it was too much, when to back them down from intensity to playful lovemaking.  Right now his body shook gently, but there was no sign of stress or uncomfortable nervousness.  His eyes were closed, tuned completely in to the feel of Kurts hand on his skin.  Kurt leaned forward and licked at the abused nipple with the flat of his tongue.  He ran a hand up and down Blaines inner thigh, letting the back of his hand bump against his balls with each stroke. Blaines cock jerked at each touch, though he kept his body in place.

Kurt kissed his way across Blaines chest to the other nipple, taking the bud in his teeth and biting.  Blaine automatically jerked away at the sharp sensation.   Growling, Kurt took Blaines testicles with the hand that had been on his thigh, rolling them gently for a moment before taking them in a firm grip.  "Be still," he told his lover sternly.
 
"Im sorry." Blaine leaned back into place, offering his nipples up to the rough attention.  Kurt ran the tip of his tongue in a circle around the nipple hed just bitten, squeezing Blaines balls in gentle warning before setting his teeth back against the bud.  This time he increased the pressure slowly.  Blaine hissed at the sensation, but kept his body obediently arched forward.   Kurt let go of the nub, moving his mouth to Blaines neck, kissing and nuzzling at the soft skin there.

Blaines head rolled back and he didnt try to hide his moan.  His nipples throbbed in time with his cock, and Kurts hand relentlessly rolled and stroked at his balls while his mouth did the most delicious things to his neck.

"Please, Kurt. Please!"  He was shaking harder now, and it had nothing to do with anxiety.  He felt like his body was one big nerve.  Blaine fought back the overwhelming desire to just thrust his cock forward against Kurts body for some urgently needed friction.  But if Kurt didnt touch him there soon, Blaine was going to explode.

"Please what, honey?" Kurt asked, his voice warm and teasing. He knew damn well what.

"Stop teasing, please.  Bite your way down if you want, leave teeth or fingernail stripes the whole way.  I dont care.  I just need to be touched." 

"Im not the one who likes to leave their partner black and blue, darling," Kurt reminded him, his voice amused and completely in control.

Blaines eyes opened and immediately moved to his mark on Kurts thigh, glaringly obvious against his skin. Kurt laughed when he saw the stare, obligingly spreading his legs so Blaine could look his fill.

He took his hands completely off Blaines body, ignoring the small sound of complaint.  He scooted back on the bed a little, kicking pillows aside so he had room to crouch on all fours. Kurt felt Blaines stare as he moved so that he was at eye level with Blaines cock.   Kurt leaned forward, blowing gently on the head.

Blaines whole body shook at the stimulus. "Please Kurt, can I..."

"Keep them behind your back or Ill stop," Kurt interrupted, staring challengingly up into pleading brown eyes.  It was a lie and they both knew it.  But Blaine complied, anyway.

"Then do something, anything. Im dying here." 

Kurt raised an eyebrow before turning back to his task.  He leaned forward and licked delicately across the head, once, twice, three times and on, just lapping across that one spot of skin.

"K...Kurrt...God, it hurts!"  Blaine whimpered. He was so hard.

Kurt just smiled at him before slowly, so slowly, taking the head completely into his mouth and sucking delicately.   No force in the universe could keep Blaine from moving his hips at this point and rocked forward with gentle, barely there strokes in and out of Kurts hot mouth.  Kurt hummed in approval, so he thrust a little more.  After a moment, Kurt squeezed on his thigh and Blaine obediently stilled his hips.  Blaines chest was heaving with the effort of controlling his body and not losing it and just fucking into Kurts mouth.

Kurt began running his mouth slowly up and down the length of Blaines cock, rubbing a thumb against his balls.  The addition of that gentle teasing was what finally pushed Blaine over the edge.  He unlocked his hands from behind his back and reached forward to pull Kurt off him and surged forward, shoving Kurt onto his back and taking his mouth in a brutal, desperate kiss.

Kurts moan of delight spurred Blaine on, indicating that Kurt was on board with the change up.

"I cant decide what I want more," Blaine spoke breathlessly between kisses.  "Your mouth back on me or to suck you off till you come."

"Not...not mutually exclusive, you know," Kurt answered back, groaning when Blaines hand found his dick and began expertly stroking. 

Now there was an idea.  Blaine couldnt remember the last time theyd done that and why the hell hadnt they?   He pulled back, kissing Kurts lips in quick pecks as they maneuvered themselves.  "You (kiss) are so (kiss) fucking (kiss) brilliant." 

One more quick kiss and a comical wiggle of his eyebrows that left Kurt laughing, and Blaine flipped around 90 degrees so that his head was facing the door.  He rolled onto his side and reached for Kurts hips.  He grabbed he upper leg and pulled it over his body so that Kurt was spread open for him and Blaine was lying face to dick.

Blaine didnt wait until Kurt was in position before he began, swallowing him whole, sucking hard and bobbing along the straining length. Kurt yelped in surprise before grabbing at Blaine and spreading his legs so that he had room to work.   Blaines foot rested on the bed, knee bent so it was up and out of Kurts way.

After taking a moment to get his shit together, and really, how was he expected to do that with his extremely talented lover working his cock in and out of his mouth like he was starving for it?  Kurt took a deep breath and started in on Blaines erection.

Deliberately keeping himself from matching Blaines rapid pace, Kurt contented himself with slow, relaxed sucks, casually working his mouth up and down Blaines shaft.   After a few minutes, he felt Blaine slowing down on his cock, and thank god because if Blaine did that much longer, Kurt was totally going to forget he had a dick of his own to play with and would bury his head in Blaines groin until his lover drove him to orgasm.  Not that there was anything inherently wrong with that plan, but Kurt had something else in mind.   Because he was on the end of the bed where the pillows lived.   And if he recalled from last night, under Blaines pillow should be...Kurt felt around, forgetting what he was doing for a minute as Blaine released his cock to delicately suck one of Kurts testicles into his mouth...there! Kurts fingers had spread when he clawed at the sheets and had accidentally contacted the plastic bottle.

Back on track, at least until Blaine switched over to give the other ball the same attention, Kurt focused enough to pop the cap and coat the fingers of one hand in the slick stuff.   Doing his absolute best to not lose himself to Blaines ministrations, Kurt began sucking a little more shallowly.   Because there was every chance that when he did this...Blaine screamed around Kurts cock as he felt a slick digit plunge into his hole.  He bucked forward automatically; making Kurt glad hed backed off so he wouldnt choke.

Blaine had not expected that.  Hed been so engrossed on feeling Kurt sliding along his dick while his own mouth tasted Kurt, that he had no attention to spare for anything else, like say, the sound of a lube cap snapping open.

"More, baby, please more," Blaine gasped, pulling off Kurts cock just long enough to speak.   He grabbed Kurts hips tight and flipped them so that Kurt was on his back and Blaine was on all fours above him.

That worked for Kurt. This position made it easier for him to fuck his fingers into Blaines hole.  It also meant that if he twisted his wrist just so...Blaine froze above him, overwhelmed by the sensation of two fingers pressing deep into his ass and stoking his prostate.  He rested his head on Kurts thigh, lost in the feeling of fingers in his ass and Kurts mouth swallowing around his cock.  After a minute, he began rocking his hips so he was gently fucking Kurts mouth.  Kurts other hand reached around to grab and squeeze at his cheek, spurring him on.

Feeling Kurts cock twitch against his cheek reminded Blaine that he wasnt limited to enjoying what was going on between his thighs.  He opened his mouth and swallowed Kurt to the root. This was good, this was so good.  Blaine stopped thinking all together and lost himself to the pleasure gripping him from so many different places.  He didnt notice his orgasm was building up to explosive until it was too late and he was pumping hot come down Kurts throat as he thrust relentlessly.

Blaine collapsed onto Kurts body beneath him, his limbs no longer in any state to support his weight.  His body shook with the aftereffects of the intense orgasm.  Kurt didnt interfere with his moment of glow, stroking his hand in soothing circles on Blaines back as his body calmed down.

"Jesus, Kurt," Blaine groaned. That was...I dont have words for what that was." 

"Ditto," Kurt replied, giggling slightly.  Blaine opened his eyes, seeing the hard length in front him and he realized Kurt had yet to come. Well, he couldnt have that.

Blaine swung around so that he was still atop his lover but now they were eye to eye.  Kurts face was shiny with saliva and there was a thin trail of come where he hadnt quite managed to swallow it all.  He was gorgeous.

Blaine crawled over to edge of the bed where hed tossed his tee shirt and bent down to scoop it up.  He wiggled his ass for Kurts benefit while he was bent over, hearing Kurt chuckle, and was completely unsurprised to feel the smack a moment later.  He wiggled again, just to make a point, then turned back and pushed Kurt back down, grabbing some pillows to prop him up to partially sitting.  Blaine sat on his lap, tenderly wiping Kurts face clean then swiped at his own before tossing the shirt from whence it came.

He leaned forward, taking Kurts mouth in a claiming kiss, loving the taste of himself on Kurts tongue.   With a salacious grin, Blaine reached behind him and took Kurts neglected erection in his hand.  He lined himself up and slowly worked his ass down onto the cock, fully seated a moment later.

"Oh my god, Blaine. You feel so good," Kurt groaned, head falling back, eyes closed.

"Thats it, baby," Blaine encouraged as he began move up and down.  "Just sit back and enjoy the ride."

Kurts snorted laugh turned into a moan as Blaine slammed himself down onto Kurts cock.  "Im not gonna last long," Kurt warned.  Hed been on the edge the whole time they were 69ing, and with Blaines tight heat taking all of him like that he gave himself minutes.  At best.

"Thats fine, love.  After the orgasm I just had, Im not getting hard again any time soon.  I just want you to come for me.  I can feel it building, youre so hard inside my ass, so fucking perfect filling my hole like this."

Kurt groaned. God, Blaines mouth.  He slammed his hips up a few times, meeting Blaines down strokes.  Two, three, by the fourth thrust he was coming hard.  Blaine felt it and slammed down onto Kurts hips, feeling Kurts cock pulsing inside him.

Kurts body sagged as he panted, boneless and sated.  Blaine gave him a second before slowly pulling himself off Kurts softening cock and trotted quickly away toward the bathroom.

"Where do you think youre going?" Kurt demanded, raising himself up as Blaine climbed off the bed.

"I was thinking washcloths, warm soapy water?  Unless you like drying come and lube turning to glue in your pubic hair?"  Blaine asked in amusement.

"No way.  We are way too messy for wash clothes.  Shower time."  He pulled himself up and caught Blaines arm, tugging him along behind him.  "And after that, someone promised me I could go back to bed and sleep as long as I wanted.  And I dont know that Ill be able to sleep without cuddles so your obligated to join me." 

Blaine grinned, allowing himself to be pulled to the bathroom.  He unclasped his collar, dropping it onto the little bathroom shelf while Kurt started the shower.

"Sound good?" Kurt asked, leaning over the tub while he tested the water temperature.

Blaine smiled. He pressed himself up against Kurts back, wrapping his arms around Kurts waist to pull him flush against him. "Perfect."