Blaine approved greatly of Kurt's new car. Long gone was the squealing Suzuki Esteem, replaced by a bright and shiny Honda Odyssey. Blaine walked around it, taking it in at every angle. His only objection was that it was an earlier model.

"So you don't like my car," Kurt said, leaning against the car where is was park beside Blaine's car in the driveway of Blaine's house.

"I didn't say that," Blaine said. "Far from it. I just want to know why you didn't go for a brand new one."

"Because," Kurt smirked, grabbing his overnight bag from the trunk, "I don't need new. This one was a better deal."

Blaine rolled his eyes, but he loved Kurt, loved everything about him, and that included his sometimes unnecessary practicality.

Kurt frowned as he rummaged through Blaine's kitchen.

"I know you're a swinging bachelor and all," Kurt said, studying the mostly empty refrigerator, "but how do you exist on a jar of salad olives, an expired box of Fruit Loops, and an opened draft beer?"

"Uh..." Blaine rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, "I don't cook all that often."

Kurt tsked at Blaine, slowly wagging a long, thin finger beneath his nose.

"Come on, princess." Kurt grabbed the waist band of Blaine's jeans, pulling him along. "We're going to go shopping."

Kurt rolled his eyes when Blaine pulled up to the store, opting for a small, overpriced, specialty food store over a big-name supermarket.

"Geez." Kurt grabbed a hand basket and took a quick look around at the other customers, all in named brand clothing and shoes. He was sure he saw another television actor picking through the organic produce. "I feel under dressed."

"It's not that bad." Blaine put a hand to the small of Kurt's back, and Kurt melted just a bit at the gesture.

"No, of course not," Kurt teased. "But if we run into George Clooney, I don't know who you are."

Blaine pinched Kurt, who giggled, leading Blaine down the first aisle.

After he picked up his third box of pasta and rolled his eyes at the price, Blaine took the basket from Kurt's arm.

"Just point," Blaine said. "You're cooking, I'll buy."

"Haven't you ever heard of coupons?" Kurt groaned. "Price comparison? Discounts? I mean, how do you have so much money if you shop at places like this?"

"Well..." Blaine turned to face his boyfriend. "You're just going to have to teach me then." Blaine leaned into Kurt's ear, nibbling on his earlobe. "Long, hard lessons."

Kurt giggled as Blaine licked his neck lightly - nibbling and kissing and click.

Click?

Kurt snapped his head up to see a woman in Ralph Lauren tennis dress walking away quickly, texting frantically.

"Did you hear that?" Kurt asked, nudging Blaine who continued to suck on Kurt's neck.

"What?" Blaine mumbled against Kurt's skin.

"I...I think someone just took a picture of us!"

Blaine looked up, his eyes smiling.

"Could be," Blaine said. "We are pretty hot together."

Kurt went cold. He tried to push away from Blaine, who wrapped his free arm around Kurt's waist and held him tighter.

"B-but...Blaine! What if the studio finds out? What about..."

Blaine raised his head from Kurt's neck and locked onto his lips, moving slowly against his mouth until Kurt's tense muscles relaxed, warm and pliant against Blaine's body.

"Brad and the studio have no leverage over you here," Blaine whispered against Kurt's mouth. "You have a nice house, and a good job. What can they do to you...to us? They can't touch us, baby. They can't touch what we have."

Kurt wanted to be like Blaine. He wanted to believe that nothing could hurt them - not Brad, or the studio, or Mia, or Sebastian. As Blaine lowered his mouth to capture Kurt's lips again, Kurt tried to think of some consequence, some reason to stop, but nothing came to mind. Blaine was right. For now, Brad couldn't touch them.

Kurt just hoped that it would last.

Kurt bit his tongue near to bleeding as Blaine paid over $100 in groceries that Kurt knew he could have gotten for half at his local supermarket. Kurt didn't want to be petty, so he distracted himself by browsing through the gossip magazines at the check out display. His eye caught the cover of US magazine. In an inset box was a photo of Blaine and Mia with the caption "America's Cutest Couple".

Blaine saw the look on Kurt's face and followed his gaze. Blaine eyed the photo on the cover and frowned. He grabbed up the magazine.

"I really wish they'd stop publishing those pictures." Blaine thumbed through the issue. "I mean, isn't there any other news to report on? Did we feed all the hungry and stop all the wars?"

Kurt smirked.

"Sweetheart, it's US magazine." Kurt laughed. "Not Time. Your life is how they make money. I figured you'd be used to it."

"I am, baby." Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek. "I just don't want you to get upset."

The lady behind them in line looked at Blaine, and then at the magazine cover, then back at Blaine.

"Oh my God!" she screeched in a barely restrained whisper, grabbing the arm of the woman beside her. "That's Blaine Anderson!"

The other woman looked up, noticing how Kurt and Blaine stood in close proximity, Kurt's arm resting on Blaine's, as they huddled around the magazine.

"Uh, where's Mia?" the woman remarked sarcastically. "You know, you're girlfriend?"

The first lady shushed her, horrified and blushing.

Blaine turned slowly to the women in line, a devious smirk on his face.

"Actually," Blaine said, feeling an overwhelming sense of confidence with Kurt by his side. "Mia is a harpy bitch, and we were never really dating."

Kurt watched as the women's mouths dropped, gaping, along with other patrons in line, as Blaine made his revelation. Blaine took Kurt's arm gently, urging him forward. "This is my boyfriend," Blaine introduced. "Kurt Hummel, up and coming fashion designer. You're going to be hearing a lot about him in the near future."

Blaine turned to Kurt who stood stock still, slightly paler and with an unreadable expression on his beautiful face.

The checkout line was dead quiet. Blaine nodded once, taking Kurt's arm and their shopping bag, and walked from the store.

Kurt was still quiet when Blaine opened the car door for him and Kurt sat inside. As they began to drive from the parking lot, Kurt finally spoke.

"I...I..." Kurt stammered a little before finding the words he was looking for. "I'm not sure if I should be pissed off or incredibly turned on.

"Can we go with incredibly turned on?" Blaine said, turning down the next street and chancing a side glance to Kurt. "I think that outcome will turn out a lot better."

Kurt didn't answer. A moment later, Blaine heard the zipper of his jeans being undone, and felt a warm, wet mouth surround his cock.

"Nngh," Blaine moaned, fighting to keep his eyes open as Kurt sucked with vigor. "Turned on it is."

Kurt tried his best not to burn the dinner he was making while Blaine groped him in the kitchen. Kurt barely managed to get the brioche and the quails in the oven before Blaine latched onto Kurt's neck and unceremoniously shoved his hand down the front of Kurt's jeans. In the end, Kurt had to turn the oven off and abandon his reduction to cool and coagulate as Blaine lifted him onto the table, stripped him of his jeans, and returned the favor for the glorious blowjob Kurt had given him in the car.

"Kurt," Blaine moaned, "This is amazing!"

Kurt smiled as he watched Blaine devour the quail.

"Thank you." Kurt took a sip of his wine, then thoughtfully constructed a bite of his own meal on the tines of his fork. "But, you know, it's a lot better when it's hot and the sauce isn't lumpy."

"Ack!" Blaine waved Kurt's comment away with his fork. "Small price I'd say for your orgasm." Blaine winked. "Besides, you weren't making an appetizer. I had to improvise."

Kurt scoffed, Blaine laughed.

Kurt served Blaine dessert. With a slow kiss to savor the taste of white wine on Blaine's lips, he excused himself. Blaine tucked into his pastry, his mind whirling as to what Kurt might be doing.

When Kurt didn't return, Blaine went looking for him. He heard Kurt's voice coming from the patio.

"If you can handle them for one more day, I would like to stay up here tomorrow and get the rooms set up...I know, but I rather get new beds...because the beds came with the house and I'm not taking any thing from our old poisoned, disgusting house and bringing it to the beautiful new house...yes, it is beautiful..."

Beautiful was just what Blaine thought as he rounded the corner and saw Kurt, standing on the patio, talking on the phone to Dave. He was wearing a pair of black boy-cut panties that hugged the taut curves of his ass and rode up a bit to show a peek of the pale globes underneath...and nothing else.

Kurt listened a moment more, running a hand over his own chest, traveling down over the thigh of one leg, and then back up. Blaine watched his fingertips, licking his lips absently as those fingers continued their journey over the waistband of Kurt's panties and around his hip, along the underside of his ass.

"No, no that's fine. Tell them it's okay...no, that sounds like an excellent idea...sure, I'll ask...I'll see you all then...kiss the kids for me...love you all, too. Bye."

Kurt hung up the phone and smiled up to the dark sky, laughing a bit before shaking his head and turning toward the patio door. His smile widened when he saw Blaine staring at him, mouth open, eyes wandering over his pale form, glowing in the light of the waxing moon.

Blaine swallowed. He was looking forward to getting punished if that's all Kurt was going to be wearing.

"Th-that's a little unusual for a dom to wear, isn't it?" Blaine asked, though in truth, Blaine wouldn't actually know for sure. From the front Blaine could see a small silver circle embroidered in the panties above Kurt's right hip.

"That's because a dom usually wouldn't dress like this," Kurt said, sliding up to Blaine and fitting himself in his arms. "But a sub would."

Blaine looked at Kurt, his eyebrows raised as Kurt fiddled with the buttons of Blaine's shirt. Blaine had a goofy, kid in a candy store sort of look on his face.

"Kurt?" Blaine ran his fingertips gently up Kurt's arms, watching with delight as Kurt squirmed against him, forming his body perfectly against his. Blaine could feel the warmth of Kurt's uncovered skin seep into him. "Are you sure about this?"

"That night in the dance room..." Kurt snaked his hands up Blaine's back, dancing his fingers through his hair, "I saw a fire in you. Something a little wild and gorgeous, and untapped. I just want to see what you could do with that."

"So..." Blaine's voice shook slightly, "you want me to..."

"Dominate me," Kurt said decidedly. It sounded like a command. Blaine chuckled at the irony.

Blaine looked back down over Kurt's body. He couldn't stop touching the flawless skin, feeling the muscles underneath, the flat plane of Kurt's toned stomach.

"Wh-what would I wear?" Blaine stuttered, realizing  the question sounded kind of lame. Kurt smiled and took Blaine's hand, leading him to the bedroom.

Kurt's gear bag lay open on Blaine's bed. Kurt reached inside and pulled out a folded pair of black pants and what looked like a silver chain.

"The guy who ditched me at that party left his gear bag with me. He never even tried anything on." Kurt unfolded the pants and confirmed Blaine's suspicions. They were leather. Kurt handed them over to Blaine with a smirk. While Blaine looked them over, eying the tag to make sure the size was something close to what he wore, Kurt began stripping off Blaine's clothes. Blaine started putting on the pants, but Kurt took his hand, tsking him again.

"You're not getting leather pants on over your boxer briefs, sweetheart." Kurt stood close to Blaine, shifting his underwear over his half hard cock, down his muscular legs, and then over his feet, tossing them to the side. Blaine slid the pants on while Kurt watched.

The thick material, lined in some sort of silky fabric, was cool, but not forgiving. It clung to every curve, exposed every flaw. Blaine fastened and zipped the pants closed, holding his hands up for Kurt's approval. Kurt walked around Blaine's body, running a hand around his hips, sliding over his ass, stopping for a moment to palm over his cock.

"Nice." Kurt stood in front of Blaine and grabbing his ass in his hands. "I definitely approve, now..."

Kurt picked up the chain and started fastening it in a crisscross pattern across Blaine's chest. It had a leather ring in the center that went over his sternum, with the chains springing out from the rim. Kurt adjusted it in the back, fixing the ends so they didn't sag.

"There we go." Kurt patted Blaine gently on the chest, "Dominator Blaine, large and in charge."

Blaine laughed, looking himself over in the mirror.

"Wow." Blaine couldn't get his eyes off his own reflection. "I've never worn anything like this." Blaine turned in a slow circle. "I look so...different."

"Yes, you do." Kurt put his hands on Blaine's shoulders. "But you still look a lot the same."

Blaine peeked over his shoulders at his boyfriend.

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked.

"Well..." Kurt came around in front of Blaine, running a hand over his exposed skin, "you're strong, gorgeous, muscular, sexy...but you're those things all the time."

Blaine blushed. He ducked his head and his eye caught the silver circle on Kurt's panties again. He scrunched his nose as he looked at it.

"What's with the circle?" Blaine asked. Kurt looked down, as if acknowledging that it was actually there.

"Well," Kurt began, tracing around the raised circle with his finger, "it's the symbol of a taken sub. If we were at a club, and you decided to put me on display, it means no one else can dominate me...but you."

Blaine traced over the circle with his finger, chasing Kurt's finger and then taking his hand.

"Mind if I move this party somewhere else?" Blaine nibbled on Kurt's lip, tugging gently before biting a little harder, letting it sting.

"Ooo," Kurt moaned, as his lip tingled. "You're in charge."

Blaine looked over at Kurt's gear bag, and quickly grabbed a nylon rope and a scarf before pulling Kurt down the hall to the game room.

Being a dominator and looking the part were two different things. As Blaine led Kurt through the house, he realized he had no idea what he was going to do when he got to the game room. He wondered if Kurt had any official training, or did he work mainly on instinct. Blaine couldn't imagine that Kurt could deal with everyone in exactly the same way. Some people would require a different technique.

Besides, their relationship was different. They were in love.

They got to the game room and the first thing Blaine noticed was the lights. They were all on and it was incredibly bright. He turned the dimmer switch so that the atmosphere of the room became a little more intimate.

Blaine turned to look at Kurt, bright blue eyes shimmering at him in the dim light, and felt a thrill ripple over his skin.

Blaine chuckled nervously.

"Where should I start?" Blaine asked, realizing he was looking to his dom for help.

"Just try to imagine how you might want me." Kurt lowered his eyes to the floor.

Blaine looked over Kurt, eyes downcast, still, compliant, waiting for an order from Blaine.

"O-on your knees?" Blaine stammered a bit.

"You don't ask, Blaine." Kurt's voice was even. "Tell me what you want me to do."

Blaine searched inside himself for some sort of secret power, trying to feel his inner dominator. He wasn't having any luck finding it, especially in the face of Kurt the sub. It seemed somewhat unnatural. Blaine couldn't imagine Kurt bending to anybody's will. But Kurt was doing this for him. Kurt believed in him. He would at least give it a try.

"On your knees, Kurt." Blaine's voice was stern, demanding, but without the teasing flair that Kurt's dominatrix had.

When Blaine watched Kurt fall to his knees, Blaine's palms began to sweat.

Kurt looked so hot on his knees, but something about it wasn't right.

"You need to find a name for me, sir," Kurt offered in the same compliant tone.

That part was easy.

"Alright, baby."

Again, Blaine was stuck.

Kurt sat high on his knees, unmoving.

"I belong to you, sir," Kurt said softly. "What would you like to do with me?"

"I would like to touch you." Blaine's voice was soft, reverent.

"So, put me in a position, and touch me. You don't have to ask."

Blaine approached Kurt, noticing that not a muscle of him flinched, not a bit of him tried to move away.

Silence. Discipline. Obedience.

Blaine put a hand between Kurt's shoulder blades and pushed him forward until his forehead reached his knees. Kurt didn't shift his body to accommodate the stretch of his spine, nor did he complain.

Silence. Discipline. Obedience.

Blaine knelt beside him. He ran the back of his hand along Kurt's spine. No delicious tremble. No shiver. He slid his palm over Kurt's rear, pressing in gently over Kurt's entrance, circling in a way that usually made Kurt moan.

Kurt was quiet.

Blaine slipped his fingers further to caress Kurt's balls, fondling them through the silky fabric. He expected Kurt to buck, and sigh with pleasure.

Silence. Discipline. Obedience.

Kurt was being a perfect sub - giving his body and letting Blaine take what he wanted for his own pleasure.

Blaine didn't like it. Blaine wanted a reaction to his touches. He wanted Kurt's moans and his trembling. He wanted to make Kurt quiver.

Blaine didn't like seeing Kurt in submission.

Strangely enough, a part of Blaine was jealous. Blaine wanted to be where Kurt was now. Fondled, caressed, restrained. He wanted to fight and fight until he broke. He wanted to hear the sound of pride in Kurt's voice when he praised him; the teasing promise of punishment when Blaine failed.

He didn't want to break Kurt.

He wanted to be broken.

Blaine remembered their time together at the competition, in the dance room. The scratches down Blaine's chest, him taking Kurt to the floor, pounding into him, spanking him.

Maybe Blaine didn't have to completely dominate Kurt. Maybe he could find something in between.

"I can't do this, Kurt," Blaine said quietly.

Kurt looked up at Blaine and furrowed his brow.

"Did I do something wrong?" Kurt asked with a blank expression.

"No." Blaine smiled. "It's me. I...I need to be where you are."

Blaine put firm hands on Kurt's shoulders and pushed him back till he was kneeling up again. Kurt kept his eyes low, looking at his hands resting on his knees.

"Kurt, you shouldn't be controlled." Blaine put a finger under Kurt's chin and raised his face to look at him. "You should never lower your eyes for anyone."

Blaine lowered his eyes to his knees, sinking low, bowing his head to the floor...taking Kurt's place as sub.

Kurt's heart fluttered in his chest. He was so touched by Blaine's display. He had never had a sub who was so devoted. Kurt put a hand into Blaine's hair, gently patting his curls.

"What would you like to do, sweetheart?"

Blaine stayed still, quiet, and Kurt smiled.

"You may respond, my love."

Blaine shivered as he let the new nickname wash through him.

"I liked what we did in the dance room," Blaine said. "When I took control and you told me how to please you."

Kurt regarded Blaine for a moment. Kurt eyed the room - the billiards table, the discarded rope and scarf. He got an idea. He tugged on Blaine's arm, prompting him to stand.

"Stand up, my love," Kurt said. "We're going to play a little game."

Blaine stood and faced his dom. Kurt slid up to Blaine, wrapping his arm around Blaine's shoulders, running his fingers through his hair.

"When we were in the bedroom, and I was dressing you, I was trying to seduce you, Blaine."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. Kurt...stating the obvious...sexy, but Blaine didn't quite understand why.

"But, I was already your sub then, Blaine, and subs are not allowed to try and initiate sex."

Blaine still looked confused. Kurt leaned into to Blaine's ear, blowing a cool breath over Blaine's skin.

"You're going to have to punish me, Blaine."

Blaine's eyes went wide, and his heart raced. Kurt picked up the scarf and the rope and handed them to Blaine. Blaine took them, looking over them.

"What am I going to do?" he asked.

"You're going to stretch me," Kurt responded, holding up his wrists for Blaine. "You're going to tie my wrists together, and pull me over the billiards table so I don't move."

Blaine almost moaned, trying hard to keep his composure in the face of a bound and stretched Kurt lying almost naked over his billiards table. Blaine quickly wrapped Kurt's wrists with the scarf, and then wrapped the nylon cord over it, tying it over a few times before making a knot.

Blaine led Kurt over to the table, watching as Kurt bit his lip. Blaine put a hand between Kurt's shoulder blades and slowly bent him over the edge. The boy cut panties pulled up a bit at the hips, exposing the globes of Kurt's ass.

"Arms out straight, gorgeous," Blaine commanded softly, and Kurt complied, stretching his arms out ahead of him over the felt. Blaine pulled the rope to the leg of the table at the opposite end, and secured it, pulling Kurt forward until he was balancing on the balls of his feet.

Blaine looked at his beautiful boyfriend, his fiery black swan, tied willingly to the table, stretched out over it, his pale skin and mostly naked body on display. Blaine sighed, feeling his cock twitch in the tight leather pants. Blaine lay his body over Kurt's bent one, pressing his hard length against Kurt's covered crack and reaching over Kurt to tug at the rope, making sure it was secure.

"God, you look beautiful like this," Blaine whispered hotly in Kurt's ear.

Blaine stood, running his hands over Kurt's back and down to his ass, settling his palm over the taut, perfectly round flesh.

"Do you want to spank me, sweetheart?" Kurt asked, his voice smooth and silky, pure unadulterated sex. Kurt shook his hips slowly, taunting Blaine. Kurt couldn't see Blaine, but he could picture the look on Blaine's face - the slow flush in his tan cheeks, the way he chewed on his lip, his cock straining in his pants.

"God, yes," Blaine said, caressing the soft flesh.

"Tell me what you're going to do to me, sweetheart."

"I'm going to spank you, baby," Blaine said, caught in the trance of Kurt's voice, leading him through. Kurt shivered at the sound of Blaine's commanding words.

"Tell me what I did, sweetheart," Kurt whispered, tense as he pulled on the rope binding his hands.

"I'm going to spank you for wearing those insanely small panties," Blaine breathed. "For trying to seduce me."

"How many swats is that worth, sweetheart?" Kurt squirmed against the wood edge of the table subconsciously, trying to find friction against the smooth surface.

"Ten," Blaine said, still massaging Kurt's ass.

"Twenty," Kurt corrected. Blaine squeezed Kurt's ass roughly with his fingers.

"My God, Kurt! Twenty?"

"Mmhmm," Kurt almost purred, shivering and grinding against the table a little in anticipation.

"Tell me to count it out for you..." Kurt tried not to writhe, turned on by the sound of his own desperate voice. "Tell me you want me to thank you...tell me what you want me to call you..."

Blaine steeled himself, trying to find his voice.

"I'm going to spank you, baby. Twenty swats for trying to seduce me. You're going to count it out for me...." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips by his black panties and pulled Kurt against him. "You're going to thank me for each one...and you're going to call me...Mr. Anderson."

Kurt stilled against Blaine, concentrating on the feeling of Blaine sliding his cock along his crack.

"Are you ready?" Blaine's voice was soft, teasing, thick with seduction. With his cheek pressed against the green felt, Kurt smiled.

Kurt stayed quiet.

"You may respond."

Blaine continued to rut slowly up and down over Kurt's hole.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine growled. Kurt was better at this than Blaine. He was going to make Blaine cum using only his voice.

Blaine rutted a few more times, rubbing Kurt's ass with his rough hands. He brought his hand back and swiftly swatted Kurt on the backside. Kurt shifted forward slightly.

"One...thank you, Mr. Anderson."

Kurt sounded unaffected. Blaine spanked him harder.

"Two...thank you, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine switched sides and spanked harder. This time, Kurt made a small gasping noise.

"Nngh...three...thank you, Mr. Anderson." Every time Kurt called Blaine 'Mr. Anderson', it went straight to his cock.

"You like that, don't you, you little slut," Blaine said, pulling Kurt close to him. "I can feel you quivering against me. I know you want me, don't you? You may respond."

"Yes, Mr. Anderson!" Kurt moaned, pressing his ass back against Blaine's erection. "Yes, I want you, Mr. Anderson!"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh.

"Hold still, little slut, or I won't let you cum."

Blaine felt it - that tingle that spread over his skin when he spanked Kurt for the first time, when he pounded into Kurt's hole, staring at their reflection in the mirror.

Blaine spanked Kurt harder.

"Oof! Four...thank you, Mr. Anderson...."

With every spank, Kurt's voice became higher, a little more broken. Blaine wondered if Kurt would actually last to twenty.

Smack.

"Hmpf! Five! Thank you, Mr. Anderson."

Smack.

"Aaah! Six! Thank you, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine's hand began to shake with each smack to Kurt's ass. Blaine noticed Kurt tug on his binds, wringing his wrists and flexing his fingers.

Blaine reached around to palm Kurt's hard cock through the fabric of his panties, feeling in his hand how heavy, how achingly hard it was.

"So, that turns you on, does it?" Blaine slowly moved over Kurt's hole. "Being tied down and spanked? You may respond."

"Yes, Mr. Anderson!" Kurt cried.

"Say it, slut!" Blaine said, undoing his leather pants and pulling them down his legs slowly. "Tell me that being tied down and spanked turns you on. You may respond."

"Yes, Mr. Anderson!" Kurt could hear Blaine undo the zipper of his pants, and could only imagine him sliding the leather off his legs. "I like being tied down and spanked, Mr. Anderson!"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's panties by the hips and yanked them down roughly, leaving tracks from his nails in its wake.

"Only by me, right?" Blaine growled. "You only like being tied down and spanked by me, right?"

Kurt felt Blaine's bare cock against his entrance. He squirmed against the table, trying to line Blaine up against his hole, begging silently for his boyfriend to take him.

"Only you," Kurt moaned. "Only you."

Blaine's hands stilled, his rutting ceased. He bent over Kurt's back to whisper into Kurt's skin.

"I didn't give you permission to speak."

Listening to Blaine's cool, calm whisper sent a chill up Kurt's spine. He smiled. He was goading Blaine, seeing what he'd do.

Kurt heard Blaine behind him, spitting into his hands, lubing himself up. He felt the head of Blaine's cock breaching his entranced, and he relaxed to allow him access.

"Oh God, baby!" Blaine's moan was long and loud as he moved slowly into his boyfriend. "Do you feel that? Do you feel me stretching you?"

Kurt stayed silent, legs trembling against the strain of balancing on the balls of his feet while Blaine slowly entered him from behind.

"You like that, don't you? Feeling my big, hard cock stretching your tight hole?"

Blaine gripped Kurt's hips, taking a few experimentally shallow thrusts, sliding half way and then stopping. Kurt had a feeling he knew what was coming next, and in a masochistic way, he looked forward to it.

He felt Blaine tighten his grip, his fingers shaking .

"I want to hear you scream for me baby," Blaine said, his voice gravelly and dark.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson," Kurt choked.

Blaine pushed in hard, sinking himself deep into Kurt, holding Kurt's hips against him, keeping him immobile.

Kurt did scream. He screamed against the sting and the burn. He screamed against the power and the strength of his boyfriend commanding his body. For too long Kurt had been in charge, in control, made all the decisions, did all the work. He needed this. Needed to feel like someone wanted him, and not only what he could do for them.

Tears filled his eyes as the pain subsided, but all he wanted to do was laugh.

He could feel Blaine, moving inside him, filling him up, pounding inside him. All thoughts of rules and restrictions and counting went out the window.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson! Harder, Mr. Anderson! Fuck me, Mr. Anderson!"

Blaine was lost to it; lost to the sound of Kurt's voice. Blaine spanked Kurt hard with trembling hands, feeling Kurt's beautiful tight heat around him, watching Kurt pull on the rope, desperate to touch and take and claim his sub again. Kurt was a wild creature, tied up, restrained, and Blaine was having his way with him.

Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine, knocking Blaine forward a bit so that his chest pressed into Kurt's back. Blaine's whole world tilted, the squeeze around his cock increased. It hit him unexpectedly.

"Oh, God, Kurt," Blaine whimpered. "God, I'm cumming."

Kurt felt a little cheated. All that fantastic release, and Kurt didn't get to finish with Blaine. Before Kurt could feel too sorry for himself, Blaine flipped Kurt over and pushed him fully onto the table. Blaine's mouth was on his cock in a second, tight and wet. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine and fucked into his mouth, feeling Blaine's tongue circle his shaft, licking around him, desperately trying to keep up.

Kurt was moaning, mumbling nonsense, pulling at the ropes, and pounding his hips up into Blaine's mouth. Blaine gave up trying to keep up with Kurt, relaxing his mouth as much as he could to take Kurt in.


"Oh, Mr. Anderson!" Kurt continued to babble. "Yes! Mr. Anderson!"

Blaine chuckled around Kurt's cock as he listened to him ramble. Kurt's hips stuttered at the vibrations. It was the last thing he needed to push him over the edge.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson!" Kurt continued in broken, breathy moans as he spilled into Blaine's mouth. "Yes, Mr. Anderson! Yes! Yes!"

Kurt's legs tightened around Blaine's shoulders, his wrists pulling hard on the ropes that held him, head rolling from side to side. He was laughing, crying, rambling, and moaning all at once, until finally the pumping of his hips ceased, his legs relaxed, and he sank into the felt on the top of the table. Blaine, bent over the table with his head on Kurt's stomach, lay quiet for a moment, catching his breath.

Blaine stood slowly, his locked knees complaining as he straightened too quickly. He looked at Kurt, who rolled onto his side, curled his knees up, and took a deep breath, trying to control his panting.

Blaine climbed onto the table beside him, laying on his side facing him. Kurt's eyes were closed, his lips red and swollen. Kurt looked wrecked, almost broken.

Blaine chuckled nervously.

"I think we ruined the table," he said. Kurt opened his eyes and smiled. Blaine relaxed. As long as Kurt could smile, everything was alright in the world.

"How was that?" Kurt asked, giggling a little as he maneuvered his bound wrists to lie with his head on his hands.

Blaine closed his eyes and smiled.

"I have no words," Blaine said. "Thank you."

Kurt furrowed his brow.

"For what, sweetheart?"

"For your body," Blaine said, running a hand down Kurt's side and along his stomach, "For letting me use it."

Kurt laughed.

"But, mostly for being you. I'm not sure I could do that all the time, but..."

Blaine's words drifted off as his gaze followed his hand and he caught sight of Kurt's hips, littered with crescent shaped dents and deep purple bruises. Blaine's thoughts immediately shifted to Kurt's backs, all those black and blues, all the years of locker checks and dumpster tosses.

"Oh, God." Blaine's hands ghosted gently over Kurt's skin. "I did that."

Kurt looked down at his hips.

"It doesn't hurt." Kurt shifted to get up. A pain shot from his ass and radiated down his legs. Kurt winced. "But that might sting for a while."

"Kurt, I..."

Kurt leapt on his boyfriend, straddling his body with legs that no longer wanted to hold up his weight. Kurt kissed him, smiling into it, wide and warm so Blaine could feel it against his lips.

"You were wonderful," Kurt hummed. "That was amazing. Don't you dare apologize."

Blaine put his arms around Kurt's waist, glancing at Kurt's bound wrists. Kurt looped his arms over Blaine's neck, resting his head against Blaine's chest.

"You do look ridiculously gorgeous tied up like this, you know that," Blaine said, nuzzling Kurt's hair with his nose. He kissed Kurt's forehead.

"So, you're staying tomorrow?"

"Yup," Kurt said, closing his eyes and absorbing Blaine's warmth, his touch. "If you don't mind, I would like to get a head start buying furniture, and getting the rooms ready..." Kurt yawned. "Buy some new beds..."

"Kurt," Blaine mumbled, his eyes falling closed as well, "in what universe would I mind?"

Kurt continued to whisper things he wanted to get done, while Blaine made a tiny noise in agreement, until they both drifted off to sleep.