purseplayer33
June 1, 2013, 12:26 p.m.
To Make You Feel My Love: Part Seven
E - Words: 755 - Last Updated: Jun 01, 2013 Story: Complete - Chapters: 15/15 - Created: Apr 29, 2013 - Updated: Jun 01, 2013 200 0 0 0 0
Blaine was grateful they'd taken the time to walk back to the apartment, because he desperately needed it to calm himself down. While the overwhelming want the scarf had incited would usually be desirable given what they were about to do, Blaine knew he needed to be careful and composed for this if it was to serve the purpose he intended.
The moment they stepped through the door Kurt's mouth was on his, and Blaine allowed himself to get lost in it for a minute, Kurt still tasting sweetly of dessert and yet wholly of himself at the same time. He pulled back, looked into Kurt's eyes.
"I have something... special I want to do tonight. I need you to trust me."
"Blaine..." Kurt started, still dazed but clearly also a little taken aback. "I..."
"Do you trust me?" Blaine asked evenly, not looking away.
Kurt was silent for a time. "Yes, I... of course, Blaine."
"I need you to listen to me. I won't do anything new without asking you first, okay? And any time you need to, you can just tell me to stop..."
"Okay, now I'm nervous." Kurt was trying to temper the statement with humor, but Blaine could tell he spoke truthfully.
"Don't be," Blaine said, smoothing his hands up and down Kurt's arms. "I'll take care of everything."
"Okay," Kurt repeated, looking only somewhat less reluctant. But Blaine could see the trust in his eyes—the little spark of lust and curiosity—and it was all he needed.
Blaine helped Kurt out of his coat before removing his own, took Kurt's hand (and the box, his heart racing at just the thought of that scarf) and led him into the bedroom.
He abandoned Kurt to stand in the middle of the room, seating himself on the edge of the bed. Taking a deep breath, he raised his eyes to meet Kurt's. "Strip."
"Blaine, what..."
"You said you'd listen," Blaine reminded him. "It's nothing you haven't done before."
Kurt's mouth shut, his fingers moving to work open the buttons on his shirt. Blaine watched him intently, his breath hitching at nearly every new bit of skin revealed. He hadn't lied—they had done this before, both of them, it was such a simple thing. But somehow Kurt doing it for Blaine, because he had asked, because he had commanded—it made it that much hotter.
When Kurt was finally naked Blaine stood and went to him, unable to help himself. He circled the other man first, taking him in and loving how Kurt just stood there, didn't move, let Blaine look. Satisfied, he wound his arms around Kurt's torso from behind, stepping flush against his back. "You're so beautiful," he gushed, pressing his lips into the crux of Kurt's neck before turning Kurt's head to capture his mouth, kissing him long and deep and slow.
Kurt spun in Blaine's arms, feeding into the kiss until they both needed to breathe. "You're wearing far too many clothes," he teased, tugging Blaine's shirt out of his belt. "Let's change that."
"Not yet," Blaine said, wrapping a hand around Kurt's wrist to stop him, continuing when he saw Kurt's mouth begin to open in protest. "You'll like it."
"Okay," Kurt exhaled, and let Blaine back him up against the wall, taking both his wrists now and holding them while he pressed Kurt there and kissed him again, working his way down the naked man's throat.
"I want you to suck me..." Blaine said between kisses.
"Yes," Kurt murmured. "God, anything..."
"...on your knees."
Kurt pushed him away a little, looked at him with eyes burning with lust, and began to sink down...
It was gorgeous and perfect and everything Blaine could want, but... "Wait," he stopped him.
Blaine pulled away, went to grab one of the larger decorative pillows from the bed and tossed it on the floor a foot or so away from the wall. "Use this," he said kindly. "You might be down there awhile."
Kurt stared at him for a minute before moving to comply, reaching a hand out for Blaine when he didn't move forward. "Blaine?"
Blaine took a deep breath, because this was the hard part, this was the new part. He picked up the box he'd discarded on the bed and pulled out his new scarf. Kurt was watching him, Blaine noted, his eyes widening more each second. Turning back to him, Blaine stepped closer... "Kurt," he said, voice only a little shaky, "let me tie your hands?"