Rocking his hips, Kurt guided Blaine’s hands further down, and squeezed them where they met the crease above his thighs, showing Blaine how to touch him the way he needed.

He’d never given a sexual command before, not like this. They’d taken it slowly and carefully until now, content to explore and discover, but now there was a rising ache inside of him that needed to be filled.

“Blaine,” he whispered.

“Yes,” Blaine managed to reply through stunted breaths, rough fingers squeezing and cupping at muscle, shifting in time with the roll of their bodies together and the ebb and flow of friction that left him dizzy with need.

“Fuck me,” Kurt repeated, lifting his hands and sliding them over Blaine’s smooth shoulders.

“Yes, oh god, please,” he uttered as he mouthed along Kurt’s collarbone, hips rising with the rhythm.

Their movement subsided as Kurt rose on his knees, and the weight of Blaine’s hands dragged his pants down at the sides as he shifted. He collected the box of condoms and bottle of lube quickly from his top drawer before he settled back down and dropped them both on the bed. Blaine’s hands were still clinging to the curves of him, warm and rough, thumbs dragging over his skin intermittently inside his low-slung pyjamas.

He’d bought the condoms at a drugstore the week before when the act of caring for Blaine each night had crept into his dreams and left him aching for the next step, for more touch, more taste, more of everything. A part of him had wondered if they’d even need them; they’d been content with their sex as it was, so far. But now he knew the only thing that mattered was that the part of him that belonged to Blaine, just as surely as Blaine belonged to him, needed to get closer.

Ducking to nip at Blaine’s mouth again, he brushed long fingers over his cheek, locking their eyes.

“Take off my shirt,” he commanded gently, gaze flicking down to the swollen pink of Blaine’s mouth.

With a nod, Blaine withdrew his hands, pushing along the smooth skin of Kurt’s spine to drag his tank top up and pull it over his head. He threw it aside quickly and pressed slow, wet kisses to the exposed lines of Kurt’s chest, flicking his tongue over each nipple in turn and clinging tightly to his sides.

Smiling, Kurt closed his eyes and rocked on his knees while Blaine’s attentions swayed them both. He sank into the embrace as Blaine coiled around him bodily, both hands exploring in patterns over muscle and bone.

Kurt tipped his head back and let himself enjoy the sensation of Blaine’s hands and lips dragging over his skin. His breath was steady and slow, riding on the even rise and fall of his shoulders as heat flooded his body from head to toe.

As he opened his eyes he pressed long fingers through Blaine’s hair, cradling his head to his chest gently. He could feel the hot rush of Blaine’s breath, the tiny noises that vibrated in his throat, all of it building and flooding his senses.

“Kurt,” Blaine moaned softly, hands dropping to squeeze at the curve of his ass and draw him closer. “I want you - so badly.”

Kurt settled, spreading his knees wider and sliding into Blaine’s lap. Blaine was hard, pressed hot and firm against his thigh through their pyjamas, and the sudden awareness of it left Kurt choking off a desperate sound. Suddenly everything seemed so much more real. The heat pooling in his belly left him with a nervous and excited ache, all the more intense for the awareness that he could have this, that he would feel Blaine inside of him.

With shaking fingers he reached out for the lube bottle, flicking the cap and finding Blaine’s hand with his own to pull it up between their bodies.

Blaine’s head lifted, and he watched as Kurt tipped the liquid onto his fingers, spreading it smoothly down the length of them.

“Kurt?”

“Gently,” Kurt instructed, capping the bottle shut and dropping it back on the bed. “I want you to, this time,” he said. “I want to try - all of it. Feel everything. All of you.”

They rushed together for a desperate kiss, teeth clacking and hands scrambling for purchase as Blaine rocked back and his shoulders thumped into the headboard. His strong arm curled around Kurt’s waist to hold him in place, and Kurt tilted his hips back, gasping at the flare of friction as their cocks dragged against each other through fabric.

Panting softly, Blaine tugged at the band of Kurt’s pyjamas with his dry hand, guiding them down to the top of his thighs.

Kurt could feel Blaine’s heart racing, and dipped to press their foreheads together, brushing over Blaine’s lips with his own.

“Slowly,” he instructed. “One at a time. Nobody’s ever… I’ve never done this.”

“I have,” Blaine breathed. “On… myself.”

A smile curled at the edge of Kurt’s mouth. “You enjoyed it?”

Blaine nodded quickly, wetting his lips and staring up from beneath the fan of long, dark lashes. “When I… imagined it was you.”

Stifling a moan, Kurt tipped his head to kiss his Sub deeply, rolling their tongues together and enjoying the sharp hiss of breath Blaine drew through his nose. He could still feel the thick length of his cock even through the fabric of their pyjamas, and the sensation only made the steady throb inside of him that much worse.

When he felt the cool moisture brush between his cheeks, Kurt broke away from the kiss and closed his eyes, hips kicking back against Blaine’s fingers. They moved torturously slowly, slipping over sensitive skin and rubbing at the tight ring of him in soft drags, building slowly, growing rougher with each press until the first slipped inside and he cried out in a soft, aborted sound of pleasure.

“Ohh,” he breathed, bracing himself on the headboard as Blaine moved deeper.

Kurt could hear his own ragged breaths on the air as Blaine’s mouth found the pale column of his neck and brushed over it in light, soft kisses. His finger slipped in and out to a slow, smooth rhythm, teasing at the tight ring of muscle and slipping past it again, buried in the heat of Kurt’s body.

Blaine was inside of him; he could feel it in his blood, like a roar of sound suddenly silenced to perfect calm. This is what we are.

“More,” he commanded between breaths, and let out a sharp noise as a second finger joined the first, slow and steady. “Oh god.”

“Too- too much?” Blaine asked, eyes suddenly wide.

“No, no,” Kurt answered quickly, kissing at the side of his head and finding a gentle motion with his hips in time with Blaine’s hand. “You feel so good.”

Blaine shivered bodily with the praise, burying his face in Kurt’s shoulder and pressing his fingers in deeper, drawing out the stretch and spread each time. When he added a third, Kurt moaned, hips rolling gently and fucking back onto Blaine’s hand.

It was more than he’d imagined it could be; the weight and the drag of Blaine’s fingers alone was almost too much. He forced himself to control the fluttering build-up in his spine, to ignore the painful strain of his cock, hard and leaking between their bodies. He wanted this to last, he wanted Blaine to feel all of it, just like he was.

His eyes opened wide when he realised Blaine was still wrapped tightly around him, fingers sliding knuckle deep and mouth fluttering over his neck and collarbone, worshipping Kurt’s body with every inch of his own.

It was pure and endless, the love of a Sub who needed to give all of himself, bleeding from Blaine’s touch right into his skin. He could feel it like a calm buzz, settling in his chest; the way Blaine wanted him and wanted to please him in equal measure.

No, Kurt thought. This can’t just be about me. I want you to feel it.

When the thought came to him, he glanced sideways to his wardrobe and the row of scarves hanging neatly from their hooks.

He tugged gently at Blaine’s curls, drawing his head back and forcing him to meet his eyes. Blaine’s fingers slipped away from him, and his body squeezed down instinctively, startled at the change in sensation.

They were both panting and trembling lightly, staring at each other and still holding on.

“I need you to feel this too.”

“I am,” Blaine said, chasing his mouth for a kiss.

Kurt pulled back.

“No, you feel - you feel me,” Kurt said. “You’re doing this for me.”

He eyed Blaine carefully, swallowing against the dryness of his mouth from panting too heavily for too long. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

Rising up on his knees, Kurt climbed off of Blaine’s lap carefully, sliding from the bed and onto his feet.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, pushing his own pyjamas down over his thighs and letting them pool at his feet before he turned to the wardrobe. He could feel the strange, slick sensation inside from where Blaine had stretched him, smooth and unfamiliar; the hollow ache where Blaine’s fingers were.

At the thought he felt a thrill ride up his spine. The ache where Blaine belongs.

He rummaged around quickly, and turned to find Blaine naked and lying on his side, staring at him. His eyes were dark and lustful, and they swept up and down his body slowly as he drank in the sight.

A smile curled at the edge of Kurt’s lips, and he wrapped the silk scarves he’d gathered carefully around his fist as he took short, teasing steps back over to the bed.

Blaine was too distracted by Kurt’s body to notice the flash of red and blue, the bright silk that he dropped on the pillow as he moved on hands and knees over the bed, pressing the flat of his palm to Blaine’s chest.

“Back,” he instructed. “Lie down.”

Blaine lay back immediately at the command, eyes still bright and fixed as his shoulders came to rest on the pillows, head tilted forward against the headboard. Kurt’s gaze dragged down to his lap.

Blaine’s cock was dark and straining, and it curved up over his belly, leaking at the tip. Kurt’s mouth watered at the sight, at the memory of how Blaine tasted, how he’d felt heavy on his tongue.

He sank down, fluttering quick kisses down Blaine’s chest and earning himself a surprised, breathy laugh from above followed by a sharp gasp as he licked at the head. With a smirk, he reached out and gathered the scarves before he caught Blaine’s wrist.

“This is for you,” Kurt said, pressing another kiss to his chest before he stretched Blaine’s arm to one side of the headboard, looping the scarf around his wrist and the solid bar at the end.

Blaine’s breath hitched, but he lay still and watched as Kurt tied his arm in place, and moved on to the next.

Kurt pulled the second knot taut with both hands before he shifted slowly back on his knees, reaching out to cup Blaine’s face.

“How does it feel?” he asked softly.

“Oh - god,” Blaine managed to get out, pressing his cheek into Kurt’s palm and closing his eyes.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” Blaine uttered between rough breaths. “Oh my god, yes.”

Kurt smiled, sliding his leg over Blaine’s thighs to straddle him again.

He’d read enough to know that for most Subs, being bound was just another form of care and pleasure. Just like having their Dom’s weight on top of them, everything became more intense and more pleasurable when they were spread open, exposed, and loved while bound.

“I want you to feel everything,” Kurt said. “But this time, the first time, it can’t be about wanting to please me. I know you do-”

Blaine whimpered softly in protest.

“I know you do, so badly,” Kurt kissed him quickly, pushing fingers through his hair, “but I need us to be… us. Together. Equally. We own each other,” he said. “I want you to feel this. I want you inside me.”

Blaine’s hips bucked beneath him involuntarily, and he grunted softly around ragged breaths. “Kurt.”

“Shh,” he whispered, resting his weight on Blaine’s thighs. “I’ve got you.”

At the sudden rush of skin on skin a shiver rippled through them both, and Blaine’s hands strained against the scarves.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Kurt said, pressing his lips into Blaine’s hair as he rocked gently forward. “Let me.”

He fumbled on the bed for the condoms, retrieving one and tearing the packet with his teeth. His hands were steady as he rolled it down Blaine’s length, curling long fingers around the base and sliding his fist up and down gently. After the first sweep Blaine thrust up into his hand, and Kurt watched breathlessly as Blaine fell apart beneath him, muscles flashing with the pleasure and the strain.

Kurt followed carefully with the lube, slicking the length of him with smooth strokes, growing slowly firmer as he rose up on his knees and found Blaine’s mouth again.

Blaine’s fingers flexed in the air helplessly as Kurt hovered over him, tugging his hips down the bedspread. Kurt shifted on his knees, finding his balance and sliding a hand behind himself to curl around Blaine’s cock again and stroke it firmly. Blaine was pulsing in his hand, hard and warm as Kurt lifted his hips, guiding their bodies together and feeling the blunt pressure of Blaine dragging over his still-slick entrance. His mouth fell open, head kicking back at the sudden hot flash of sensation before he lowered himself down, and Blaine slowly pressed inside.

Kurt gasped, his mouth wide and shaking around a word that never came, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he sank further and further. The burn and the incredible, body-shaking stretch of him was somehow too much and not enough, and he fought the urge to simply take everything; to have Blaine buried inside, complete and full and everything he’d never known he always needed.

He kept his pace, sliding down slowly and letting out soft, breathy notes of ecstasy as Blaine filled him. When their thighs met, Kurt shifted his weight, drawing his hips forward and ignoring the wet slip of his own cock where it bumped against his belly.

Sweat damp and panting, he bowed his body forward as far as he could without shifting his hips, brushing fingers over Blaine’s cheeks and searching his face. “Open your eyes.”

Blaine’s lips were flushed and parted, his face drawn tight as he let out tiny staccato bursts of air. After a moment, his eyes shot open, pupils blown wide and glassy.

“You’re so beautiful,” Kurt breathed, fisting a handful of his hair. “You feel so good, baby.”

“Kurt,” Blaine gasped, his body shaking.

Kurt rocked his hips slowly, feeling the slip and drag of Blaine inside like a gunshot up his spine. The slow pull and press left him soundless, his head tipped back and hips canting desperately, spurred on by Blaine’s broken and ecstatic moans.

Dropping a hand to stroke himself, Kurt kept a steady, building rhythm, fucking himself relentlessly on Blaine’s cock and revelling in the body-wide bliss of being so completely and utterly full.

“Kurt,” Blaine babbled, head rolling side to side and hips jerking up out of his control. “Oh god, you’re so tight, Kurt - please. I… I need- I’m close.”

Not yet.

Kurt shifted to change the angle, rocking harder and grunting in shock at the sudden body-wide surge of ecstasy that struck him with every drop of his hips. His hands fell back to brace on Blaine’s thighs as he lost himself to the rhythm, pumping his hips faster and crying out with every sharp slap of skin on skin.

Blaine moaned helplessly, arms straining against his bonds as Kurt rode him into the mattress.

“Fuck. Kurt. Oh my god.”

A high, keening sound fell away from Kurt, and he captured his lower lip with his teeth, letting his head roll back as Blaine filled him again and again in perfect succession.

“Kurt,” Blaine whimpered. “I need to touch you. Please.”

Slowing down, Kurt arched forward, keeping a slow and steady roll and sliding his fingers through Blaine’s hair. “You’re mine,” he said, eyes flashing in the yellow lamplight. “You belong to me.”

“Yes,” Blaine gasped out.

Kurt dropped himself into the curve of Blaine’s hips, burying him deep inside and holding him there. It only took a moment for Blaine to thrash against him, hips bucking them both up off the mattress, but Kurt gripped both thighs with his hands, keeping their bodies locked tightly together.

Blaine moaned, head tipping back violently into the pillows. “Yes, oh god, Kurt.”

Kurt rode out another sharp thrust and tremor, fingers digging into Blaine’s thighs. He drew his hips tight, squeezing down over and over around the thick pressure of Blaine’s cock inside of him as the warning flare of his orgasm rushed over his skin in a wave of heat.

“Kurt!” Blaine cried.

Kurt let his head roll forward, and met Blaine’s eyes. “Come for me.”

With a long, keening sound, Blaine thrashed beneath him again, body arching up off the bed and carrying Kurt’s weight with it as he came hard, voice bleeding from tones to fractured words that sounded like Kurt’s name.

Kurt jolted forward, bracing on the headboard and fisting his cock desperately as the heat tore up his spine. He shuddered as his orgasm rocketed through his body, breaking away from him in a rapid gunfire round of breaths as he came in stripes across his fist and Blaine’s belly.

It was a moment before he drifted back to himself, still panting and trembling softly. His hands had fallen to rest on Blaine’s stomach, shoulders slumped forward and eyes blinking slowly, trying to focus.

“Kurt, please,” Blaine mumbled. The bed frame creaked as his wrists tugged weakly on the scarves.

Kurt swallowed, tipping forward and sucking in a sharp breath at the slip of Blaine’s cock still inside of him.

“I need to touch you,” Blaine managed with a choked voice, mouth trembling around the words. “I have to - touch you. Please.”

With shaky hands, Kurt leaned slowly to either side, picking at his knots and freeing Blaine’s hands.

They were on him in an instant, sliding over his waist and clinging to his hips as Blaine lifted himself slowly, knees drawing up against Kurt’s back.

Kurt let out a high, soft sound as his body slid into the curve of Blaine’s where it rose all around him, and Blaine pulled out slowly, slipping away and leaving Kurt flinching.

The unfamiliar emptiness dulled to an ache as Blaine’s arms coiled around his waist, drawing their bodies flush together. He whined softly, curling both arms over Blaine’s shoulders and letting himself be treasured, be held tight and tasted in languid, sleepy drags of lips and tongue. Blaine kissed him messily, wet and hot and deep as his hands dragged all over Kurt’s body, re-learning the planes of his shoulder blades and the curves of his bones.

Each time Kurt pulled back to see his face, to make sure this was real, he found himself drawn in again, sliding their mouths together, desperate not to let go. He kissed Blaine over and over, slowly and softly, then roughly and forcefully, taking his time and learning him from every angle, fingers curled at the base of his neck, over his jaw, in his hair.

He drew back on a ragged breath the last time, feeling like he was sinking, utterly satisfied and ready to lose himself in the bed frame of Blaine’s body all around him.

“I love you,” Blaine said, smiling.

It was a gentle smile, lazy and half-awake, and it barely curled the corners of his mouth. But it still reached his eyes.

Kurt smiled in reply, tilting Blaine’s jaw up with his fingertips and dropping to seal his lips over the hollow star on his neck, sucking skin into his mouth gently.

Blaine let out a soft, sweet sound of contentment, rolling back and carrying Kurt with him until they rested on the mattress.

“I love you,” Kurt answered at last, propping up on both hands to gaze at him.

Blaine’s hands slid down his spine, settling at the small of his back.

With his legs still spread on either side of Blaine’s body and a warm, perfect weight settling deep in his hips in the wake of his orgasm, Kurt wondered how anybody could feel anything but bliss like this.

“Kiss me,” Blaine said suddenly, eyes flashing.

Kurt hummed softly at the words, brushing curls away from his face. “Is that a command?”

“It is,” he answered, lips parting into a soft, adoring smile. “Kiss me till I can’t breathe without you.”

Settling himself down gently on Blaine’s chest, Kurt brushed their noses together in a soft sweep, pressing a chaste kiss over his mouth. “Yes,” he said.

He caught the hitch of Blaine’s breath from the pressure of his weight, and smiled.

“Anything you want.”