For what seemed like forever, Kurt stared at him and didn't speak. There was an odd look in his eyes, something Blaine couldn't read, and with each passing second Blaine could feel his confidence eroding. "Kurt?" he said again, unable to bear the silence anymore.

Kurt nodded then, so slowly and slightly that he barely moved at all. But it was definitely a nod.

"Put your hands behind your back, please," Blaine said, quiet but steady.

Kurt did.

Blaine's hands trembled as he wound the material around Kurt's wrists as carefully and artfully as possible, but it wasn't from nerves. He couldn't believe he was here, doing this with Kurt. Kurt was a vision from years of fantasy, amplified immeasurably because this was real life.

"You're perfect, Kurt," Blaine told him, finishing the knot and moving to face the kneeling man, taking Kurt's chin and lifting his head. "So beautiful, I can't..."

Kurt nuzzled into his palm, and Blaine had to close his eyes for a moment because everything was so much.

"Is this still... is it?" he couldn't quite finish the question, but Kurt's eyes locked on his, glazed over with desire in a way Blaine had rarely seen before, and he had his answer.

Clumsily, he fumbled with his belt and fly, stepping out of his jeans and boxers completely after a moment's indecision. This was awkward enough without his pants slowly sliding toward his ankles, or worse, his zipper scratching Kurt's flawless mouth.

He was debating how to do this and it was crazy because it was something so simple; they'd done it a thousand times before. But this time was different somehow (not somehow, Blaine knew how,) and he didn't know whether to press his cock against Kurt's lips, or maybe order him to open his mouth, or...

It didn't matter then, because Kurt was leaning forward, pink tongue peeking out to lick.

And that worked rather well too.

Blaine groaned and his hips stuttered forward, cock inching slowly into Kurt's mouth and Kurt took it greedily, swallowing around him and sucking in more. Blaine's hands came up, winding into Kurt's hair in a way that was rarely allowed. He wondered how far he could push this, how much Kurt would take. Kurt could take a lot under normal circumstances, had even mastered deep-throating after several months of trial and error. But this was different, and Blaine had to be careful, had to find the right balance.

He tightened his fists in Kurt's hair, pulling just a little, and Kurt moaned around him, the vibration of his throat eliciting an extra jolt of pleasure. Blaine pushed in a bit further.

"You're so good at this, sweetheart. Look at you, taking it so well. You love this, don't you?"

He wasn't expecting an answer, really, but Kurt hummed unmistakably his assent.

"Fuck," Blaine said. So far he'd held still for the most part, but that was rapidly becoming more difficult. "You okay if I move, baby? If I fuck your pretty mouth?"

This time Kurt whined, high pitched and stifled, and Blaine was glad to hear it because he had to move now, couldn't keep still unless he stopped altogether.

He tried to keep his movements slow and even, gentle and easy, but Kurt did this so well—even without his hands—and it was like sinking into heaven every time, warm and wet and with the perfect amount of pressure. Blaine could tell Kurt was trying to suck harder, difficult as it was with the constant movement, and he felt a burst of affection rising up within him.

"So perfect," he said in awe, untangling one hand to trace over Kurt's cheek where it hollowed out. "So good for me."

Kurt's eyes had been closed, but they fluttered open then, right now a pretty blue and so big, so innocent, peering up at Blaine under the fan of his lashes.

"You okay baby?" Blaine asked.

Kurt blinked, hummed again, and Blaine couldn't hold back anymore—he had to speed up.

He watched Kurt carefully, terrified that at any moment this could all go horribly wrong, but it didn't. Kurt was still staring at him and Blaine was practically racing now and he was so, so close.

He told Kurt as much, the words buried in a litany of phrases that were pouring ceaselessly from his mouth, both hands back in Kurt's hair, fisted and holding him there.

Blaine came powerfully, endlessly, legs weak with the strength of his pleasure and certain that his grip on Kurt was all that was keeping him standing. Kurt swallowed around him like a pro, licking at him long after he was soft, until Blaine couldn't help but pull away. Sated, he sank to his knees, kissing Kurt's face and smoothing his hair and tasting himself in Kurt's mouth.

"So good, baby," he assured over and over again, hugging Kurt as the other man leaned into him, face pressing against his neck. "You were amazing, Kurt."

Blaine wasn't sure how long they stayed there, several seconds or minutes, maybe, as he came down from his high. Eventually the press of Kurt's erection drew him out of it, his fiancé grinding unbidden into his thigh, and Blaine laughed.

"I guess it's time I took care of that, huh?"

Kurt didn't speak—maybe couldn't speak, Blaine thought, but he whined loudly enough to make up for it.

"Come on, sweetheart," he said, pulling away to grasp Kurt's elbow and help him to stand. "Let's get you situated."