“And then…and then he said…oh my gosh, I tear up every time I think about it…” Nick fanned his face with his hands to ward off a fresh batch of tears as he recounted to Kurt for the ninetieth time every intricate detail of Jeff’s proposal. Kurt shook his head, a secret smile playing on his lips, and handed Nick another tissue. Nick had told Kurt about the proposal so many times that Kurt could write a play about it and perform it by heart. He even had the vague beginnings of a musical score formulating in his head. It would even be more moving than his epic and vastly underappreciated masterpiece from high school - Pippa the Musical.

Jeff had found Nick standing in the wings of the set, watching the Sing wedding while it was being taped, along with the rest of the cast and crew. He had pulled Nick aside for privacy and asked him why he didn’t want to be an extra in the scene (as all the non-essential crew for that episode had been offered the opportunity) since Jeff knew how fast Nick jumped at any excuse to wear a tuxedo. Nick rolled his eyes (something he always recreated at this point in the retelling) and said that he had backed out in case Kurt needed him. Kurt had been confused by that remark the first time Nick told him the story, but Nick explained that he wasn’t sure how Kurt would react to watching the love of his life get married to another man (even if it was all just for the show). So apparently while Kurt was sincerely considering breaking off Kevin’s arms and beating him with them, Nick was surreptitiously watching Kurt for any sign that he might need an intervention by his best friend.

It touched Kurt deeply to know that someone had been looking out for him, even if he only found out in retrospect, hence the huge batch of late night Nutella crepes Kurt was whipping up, along with four batches of flavored popcorn for an impromptu movie night. Blaine had managed to finagle a preview copy of the final five episodes of Sing, and they had the whole group gathered – Blaine, Kurt, Nick, Jeff, Dave and Adam - at Kurt’s house to watch the shows back to back.

“He said…” Nick continued past a sob.

At this point in the story, Kurt always stopped to listen. Nick may have repeated this story more times than necessary - enough times that Kurt had it memorized - but this part was admittedly Kurt’s favorite.

It was also the part that made Kurt pea green with jealousy.

“He said that he loved me from the first moment he saw me…God…” Nick stopped to blow his nose in his tissue, a single tear racing down his cheek, “I remember that day. We were just kids back then. What did we know about love?” Nick shook his head and chuckled. “Anyway, he said that from that moment on, every time he pictured his future, it had me in it…”

In the months that Kurt had become best friends with Nick, he had heard the fairytale love story of Nick and Jeff’s humble beginnings numerous times. They had grown up together, been high school sweethearts, and even though they had both dallied in relationships with other people, they did so knowing in their hearts that they would end up together.

Kurt remembered being in high school and thinking that his boyfriend Darren would be his one and only for the rest of his life. It would begin with them living in a loft in New York City – nothing fancy, just a stylishly shabby-chic decorated space for two struggling performers starting out. There would be endless days of performing, practicing, all-night movie marathons, and making love – wherever and whenever they wanted. Eventually, they would get discovered, either in an off-Broadway salute to Sondheim, or in Darren’s case, a quaint coffee house on the Upper East Side. He dreamt of the two of them working in concert as singer and songwriter, or both singers. They would perform in sold out venues. Darren would write all their music and Kurt would design and make all their costumes. It would be a life that surrounded them – their own bubble of bliss. It would be perfect.

But it wasn’t meant to be.

Kurt didn’t believe in God, but every once in a while he did pray, in case someone out there was listening who could lend a helping hand. He had so many trials throughout his life, with his mother dying, then his father getting sick, and pretty much all of high school.

After he and Darren broke up, Kurt had prayed - through tears and muffled negotiations with whatever deity might be out there floating around in the universe - that he would find some way to get Darren back. Kurt eventually wised up and saw Darren for the asswipe he truly was. In the end, Kurt considered it a blessing that the two of them never got back together.

Kurt remembered telling Dave that story once, on one of the first nights they spent transitioning from friends to co-guardians. Dave told Kurt that just because he didn’t get Darren back didn’t prove the non-existence of God.

Kurt respected Dave’s opinion, but he had been incredulous to the notion.

“Isn’t God supposed to be some kindly, white-haired, grandfatherly figure who answers the wishes of all those who pray to him?” Kurt had argued.

“It doesn’t quite work like that,” Dave had said with a laugh. “Besides, nothing says that God didn’t answer your prayer.”

“Really?” Kurt had said, putting his hands on his hips, highly dubious of Dave’s assumption. “So, you’re saying he answered my prayer?”

“Yup,” Dave had said, putting an arm around Kurt’s shoulder and squeezing him tightly. “He did answer. He said no.”

Kurt had to admit, if that was the case, he was glad to have his request denied.

“What do you think Blaine will say when he asks you to marry him?” Nick asked, interrupting Kurt’s moment of nostalgia.

“What?” Kurt asked, staring at Nick as he eagerly dug into his fifth crepe.

“When Blaine proposes?” Nick repeated, swallowing a mouthful of chewed food and going for another bite. “What do you think he’s going to say?”

Kurt smirked.

“What makes you think he’s going to ask me?” he teased, knowing full well that Blaine would. He had said so himself. They had talked it over many times. Provided nothing outlandish and unexpected went awry, that was still the plan.

But he didn’t have to let Nicky know that yet.

“Yeah, right,” Nick said, licking Nutella off his chin, subtly flashing his expensive new engagement ring. Kurt rolled his eyes. Nick had flashed that ring so many times since Jeff slipped it on his finger, Kurt wasn’t sure Nick even realized that he was doing it anymore. “If he’s not planning on asking you to marry him, then my underwear isn’t Versace.”

Kurt barked out a laugh. Weeks ago, while Sing was taping late and they were alone working in Kurt’s studio, the two friends spent an hour downing Jell-O shots and discussing what type of underwear a Dom worth his salt should wear. It was an asinine conversation that contained more giggling than actual talking, but for some reason they both came to the conclusion that Doms should wear Versace.

“Is it?” Kurt asked chuckling.

Nick smiled wickedly and winked.

“Lately it is.”

“Come on, come on, come on,” Blaine said, rushing into the kitchen with Jeff and Adam, grabbing up bowls of popcorn and carrying them off to the living room, “we’ve been waiting for you two old biddies to stop your jabbering and come in with the eats.”

Jeff grabbed Nick’s plate of crepes for good measure and started off with them, with an irate Nick popping up from his seat at the table and giving chase.

“Hey!” Nick yelled after his fiancé. “Give those back!”

“Possession is 9/10th of the law in California!” Jeff chuckled, dodging a swipe from the fork Nick held in his hands.

“We’re not married yet, Sterling!” Nick growled. “So those crepes are 10/10th mine!”

“Don’t worry!” Jeff teased, deftly keeping the plate out of Nick’s reach. “I’ll only eat one.”

“You take a single bite of those crepes, Jeff, and I swear I’m going in after it!”

“Hey, Jeff!” Blaine joined in the jeering. “No deep-throating your fiancé in the living room!”

Dave groaned out loud and Adam dissolved into laughter, putting an arm through Dave’s and leaning his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Kurt watched the scene unfolding before him with a fond smile – Dave and Adam cuddled on the couch while Blaine watched Nick barrel after Jeff in an effort to retrieve his snack. Nick lunged for his intended, missing the man’s arm with the tines of his fork by barely an inch. Kurt said another brief prayer – a prayer that Jeff didn’t get fatally wounded when Nick did finally manage to stab him.

Kurt knew that Nick loved Jeff more than anything in the world, but even Kurt knew not to get between that man and his Nutella crepes.

***

Kurt snuggled beneath Blaine’s arm, discreetly wiping away tears that had rolled down his cheeks. He had forgotten what good actors Kevin and Blaine were, especially in their scenes together. Kurt had a love/hate relationship with Sing lately, colored most especially by his own private dealings with certain Sing executives (who would remain nameless, even in his own head). But watching the last five episodes reminded Kurt why he loved the series to begin with. It reminded him what a powerful influence its characters and storylines had been on his life.

Watching it had made him feel like he wasn’t alone.

It was bittersweet, knowing it was coming to an end, but this was everything he had hoped for – the character story arcs finally resolved, with the super happy wedding that fans had been vying for on all forms of social media for months and months.

It would be absolutely perfect if not for the constant interruption of muffled giggles during the most inappropriate parts of the show.

Kurt snapped his head around at the sound of snickering coming from the far end of the sofa, where Adam and Dave were huddled over Adam’s iPhone.

“Guys,” Kurt whined, sniffling into his tissue, “we’re trying to enjoy a romantic moment here.”

“So are we,” Dave chuckled, using his finger to scroll down the screen.

“Ewww, are you guys watching porn?” Nick groaned, standing a bit to try and catch a glimpse of the image on the screen.

“Not exactly,” Adam said. “Did you know there’s Sing fanfiction online?”

“Oh, God, yeah,” Blaine grumbled, dropping his head back and scrubbing his hands down his face. “Some of it’s kind of iffy, but there’s a lot that’s really good. In fact, there’s a rumor that the entire second season of Sing was based off of fanfiction.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow and Blaine nodded.

“It’s true,” Nick agreed, leaning back into the crook of his fiance’s arm.

“Well, the way you-know-who managed that show, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Kurt commented.

“Have you read some of these?” Dave asked, his grin twisting in one corner like he was holding back a secret.

“Not lately,” Blaine admitted. “I stopped reading them after the first half of season three. I mean, I like Kev and all, but some of what our fans write is a bit much.”

“Uh, this isn’t about you and Kevin,” Adam said, sliding down the length of the couch with Dave in tow.

“Me and Kev, me and Seb, me and Mia, me and that guy in season one that played the football coach - you name it, they wrote it.” Blaine hugged Kurt close, leaning in to kiss him quickly but deeply on the mouth, as if needing to replace a sour taste with a sweet one.

“These aren’t about you and your cast mates,” Adam said, coming to a stop beside Blaine and handing his phone over. “These are about you and Kurt.”

“What?” Kurt climbed onto his knees and leaned over Blaine’s shoulder while Blaine scrolled through the fanfiction website created for and devoted entirely to stories about Blaine and Kurt – Dress You Up in My Love.

“Oh my God!” Kurt exclaimed, looking at the titles and cringing. “Leather and Lace? Pound My Hole? Punishing Baby Boy Blaine? These titles are…”

“Awful,” Nick finished.

Blaine clicked on one of the titles and read quietly to himself, his eyebrows shooting straight up to his hairline at one point.

“Can you actually do that?” Blaine asked, looking over at Kurt with a hopeful smile.

“Well, yeah, I am that flexible,” Kurt replied, the sound of pride in his voice not missed by most of the men. “But not for seven hours. You’d damage something important.”

“There’s not just stories,” Jeff said, scrolling through the screen of his own phone, “there’s pictures, too.”

“Pictures?” Kurt grabbed Jeff’s phone out of his hands. “What the…” Kurt squinted his eyes at the screen, tapping it to make the photo larger. “Wait…I recognize that suit you’re wearing, Blaine, but I wasn’t at that event. How did they get this?”

Blaine took the phone from Kurt and looked at the picture on the screen – a shot of Blaine at one of the last Sing press junkets, but with Kurt standing next to him instead of Mia.

“That’s a manip,” Nick said, peeking at the photograph. “Someone Photoshopped you in, Kurt, in place of Mia.”

“I’m not sure what I think about that,” Kurt said with a half-smile on his lips.

“I think it looks a lot better this way,” Blaine said smiling. “That’s the way I wish it had been.”

Kurt sighed, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s neck and hugging him tight.

“Here.” Blaine handed Jeff back his phone, reaching into his pocket for his own. He opened a browser window, accessed the same site Jeff had, and found the pictures.

“What are you doing?” Kurt asked, watching Blaine scroll through the pictures and select a few for download.

“Have you ever dropped a piece of chocolate donut beside a line of ants going about their daily business, and then watch them freak out?” Blaine smirked. He started tweeting the manips with captions like, “Well, done!”, “This is gorgeous!”, “I want more of these!”, and “That’s the way I remember it.”

“Not intentionally,” Kurt said, “but I think I get the idea.”

Within seconds, Blaine’s Twitter feed blew up with tweets from his fans.

Oh my God! He saw that!

Guys! That one was mine! He liked mine!

LOL! OMG! I think I’m going to die!!

*The feels*!

ASDJFKH*N;CE;BJWEFB43UBC!!

“You’re a bad man,” Kurt said, giggling.

“Nah,” Blaine said. “They put a lot of work into those. They deserve some recognition.” He pulled Kurt into his lap, snaking his arms around Kurt’s waist and holding him close, their foreheads touching as Blaine stared deep into Kurt’s smiling eyes. “Besides,” Blaine whispered, “I wish there had been more of you in my past. At least I have you for the future.”

***

It was after two in the morning, when their guests finally left, and Dave and Adam had retired to Dave’s bedroom, that Kurt dragged Blaine to bed.

“Have you still got your plug in?” Kurt asked, unzipping Blaine’s jeans and reaching down behind his ass to check.

“Yes, Sir,” Blaine replied docilely, his hands locked behind his neck to give Kurt better access to his body.

“You’re so good, Blaine,” Kurt cooed, taking the plug by the base and working it slowly in and out of his sub’s stretched hole. “So good at keeping our secret,” Kurt praised, planting a bite to Blaine’s chin. “So strong and disciplined.”

Blaine’s mind reeled but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t moan from the decadent feeling of the large plug being twisted and pulled. He didn’t smile at the praise heaped on him by his Dom. He stared at the floor while Kurt had his way, slowly undressing him, moving when he was commanded so Kurt could strip him bare, exposing the only thing he wore beneath his dark indigo jeans and black Henley shirt – a black jockstrap and a harness of black leather straps buckled across his chest.

“Mmmm,” Kurt hummed in appreciation at the view he had of his mostly naked sub – arms still raised with his hands behind his neck; firm, tight ass perfectly displayed between the straps of the underwear he wore; the smooth, obsidian base of the plug peeking out from his crack; and the thick restraints with their shiny silver buckles fastened in a line down his sternum. “I know exactly how I want you,” Kurt said, pulling off his deep purple cashmere sweater and hanging it in his closet. “I want you to ride me.”

That got a reaction. Blaine’s throat tightened and his eyes almost rose to meet Kurt’s gaze before he caught himself.

Kurt, unbuttoning the fly of his jeans, felt the change in his sub in an instant.

“Do you have any objections to that, sweetheart?” Kurt asked, continuing to peel his jeans down his legs.

“No, Sir,” Blaine said flatly. “If that’s what you want, Sir.”

Kurt borrowed a moment when he should have reacted to hang up his jeans before he addressed his sub again. Blaine didn’t like that position for some reason. No, it wasn’t just that he didn’t like it; it broke him down emotionally, and Kurt had no idea why. As open as they were with each other, this was a subject they rarely ever broached. All Kurt knew was that Blaine didn’t like to be looked at that way, and Kurt desperately wanted to know why.

“Come on,” Kurt said, hooking a finger beneath the middle strap buckled across Blaine’s chest and pulling him toward the bed. Kurt climbed backward onto the mattress, tugging Blaine along with him. “No hands,” Kurt commanded when Blaine lost his balance and almost moved his arms. “Keep your hands high where I can see them.”

Kurt lay out on his back with his head on the pillow and beckoned Blaine to him with his index finger.

“You’re going to straddle my hips,” Kurt commanded. He reached beneath his pillow for a bottle of lube, squirted a dollop into his palm, and slathered his rapidly hardening cock. “And you’re going to ride me just like this…put those powerful thighs of yours to good use.”

Blaine straddled Kurt’s legs and worked his way up his Dom’s body, stopping short of Kurt’s hips. Kurt stroked himself slowly as he watched his sub. Blaine looked down at Kurt, at the hand fondling his cock, but not up to his Dom’s eyes. His cheeks colored immediately and Kurt frowned.

“Blaine,” Kurt said, looking up at his sub, whose eyes were fixed on his Dom’s chest. “Blaine…please, look at me.”

Blaine raised his eyes reluctantly but obediently.

Kurt gave Blaine a small smile that he didn’t return.

“I know you have an issue with this,” Kurt began. “I know you don’t like to be looked at, and I don’t understand why, but you have to know how gorgeous you are.”

Blaine didn’t answer. Technically, he didn’t have permission to, but his uncomfortable silence tugged at Kurt’s heart.

“I’ll never make you do something that you don’t want to do,” Kurt continued, “but you said that you wanted to stretch your boundaries, right?”

Again, Blaine made no move to respond.

“Answer me, please,” Kurt said, letting a little of his Dom power slip, addressing Blaine not as a sub, but as the man he loved instead.

“Correct, Sir,” Blaine responded in a clipped voice.

“Then, we’re going to do this, and you’re going to watch me,” Kurt instructed. Blaine chewed on the inside of his cheek. “Watch my face, Blaine. Watch me enjoy you.”

Blaine didn’t look any more comfortable with the idea, but he didn’t safe word…he didn’t object.

Kurt sat up and reached behind Blaine’s body. He grabbed the base of the plug and pulled the device out of Blaine’s hole, setting it aside. Kurt lay back down and held the base of his cock, keeping it erect.

“Come on,” Kurt said with a playful wink. “Climb on up, sweetheart.”

Blaine struggled a bit getting into the proper position. Without the use of his hands, he had to rely on his legs to keep him steady. After weeks of taking Kurt’s classes at Celebrity Fitness, Blaine was confident he could probably crush a watermelon with his thighs. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was balance. He didn’t want to fall forward onto Kurt’s upright cock.

That would definitely be a mood breaker.

Blaine watched his Dom relax beneath him, stretched out on the bed, waiting without a worry or a care. Kurt trusted Blaine to be obedient. He trusted Blaine to do this right.

Kurt trusted Blaine with everything.

Blaine climbed up over his Dom’s cock, bending forward slightly and spreading his legs to separate his cheeks, and then he pressed his gaping hole against Kurt’s blunt head.

“Yes,” Kurt moaned as Blaine slid down over him. “Look at my good boy.” Blaine moved carefully so as not to hurt Kurt. Taking his Dom was easy, opened up wide the way he was and not battling any burn or stretch. He settled down onto Kurt’s lap and listened to him sigh with contentment, a sound that normally filled Blaine with deep satisfaction.  

Blaine wanted to open up for Kurt in this position. He wanted to preen in his discipline and his obedience like the good sub he was. But he didn’t feel gorgeous, and he didn’t feel beautiful.

He felt unattractive and self-conscious.

The truth was that Blaine didn’t like to be looked at. He had spoken with Kurt briefly about this before, and it was an enigma as far as Kurt was concerned. How were things different when they made love every other time, every other way? When Kurt was above him, looking down at him? Kurt was still looking at him in that position.

Maybe it was because Blaine was lying beneath Kurt, where he felt he belonged.

Blaine loved Kurt for a million reasons. One of those reasons, Blaine realized early on, was because of what an extraordinary man Kurt was. He was a better man than most Blaine had met in his life.

A better man than Blaine, by far.

Kurt would definitely disagree, but sometimes specters of Blaine’s old life would haunt his head and tell him that he was worthless.

His parents.

Sebastian...well, old Sebastian.

Mia.

Brad.

All of them helped to propagate the product that became known as Blaine Anderson, lead actor of Sing - a person who did noble things in front of the cameras and ridiculed people off camera.

That’s what he had done to Kurt.

Blaine didn’t like the person he was before.

He didn’t like that people looked up to that person.

So this position – with the most exceptional man he knew in his life looking up at him - was almost unbearable.

“I love this, Blaine,” Kurt moaned as he lay back with his arms behind his head, letting Blaine do all the work. “I love watching you fuck yourself on me. You’re so amazingly strong…”

Blaine snapped his hips harder and Kurt gasped, arching his back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Oh God, Blaine,” Kurt moaned, his voice shaking. “Oh my…oh my God…”

Kurt’s mouth moved around the words, but no sound came out except for the occasional grunt and nonsense syllable. He had gone incoherent, moving his hips up into his sub’s body. His hands began to roam Blaine’s legs restlessly, raking up his thighs with his nails, finding his cock and stroking it through the smooth, silky fabric of the jockstrap.

Blaine’s whole body shuddered. With his hands still locked behind his neck, he had to fight to maintain control of his lower body, to keep moving his hips with Kurt’s hands exploring, stroking faster, reaching beneath him to fondle his balls, all the while moaning long strings of sound that morphed into obscenities and often times Blaine’s name.

“Yes, Blaine…oh, yes…fuck…God, yes…”

Blaine felt Kurt deep inside him, reaching all those places that made Blaine’s toes curl, made his heart skips beats in his chest. Blaine bit his tongue so he wouldn’t call out Kurt’s name, but that didn’t matter – Kurt was moaning loud enough for both of them.

“Blaine!” Kurt gasped, his voice high and strained. He spread his legs and dug his heels into the mattress for leverage, grabbing at the blankets around him, thrusting up into Blaine’s body, all the while staring into Blaine’s face, even when Blaine wouldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Oh, Blaine…” Kurt’s voice broke in the most delicious way as he spoke, “I’m going to cum, sweetheart. I’m going to cum, and you’re not even close.”

Blaine wanted to be close. He wanted to be able to do that for Kurt, but he couldn’t, and before he could try to figure out a way, Kurt’s hips stuttered beneath him. Blaine felt his Dom come undone. Kurt dug his fingernails into Blaine’s thighs. He chanted, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” over and over, arching his back, trying to stay connected to Blaine as long as possible.

“Oh, Blaine,” Kurt sighed as he came down off his high, “oh, baby...oh, sweetheart. You didn’t cum at all, did you?”

Blaine kept his eyes downcast. There was no way for him to answer that question without feeling like a failure. Kurt wanted to help him. Kurt tried to help him. Kurt used his gorgeous body and his love for his sub. He did everything he could.

So, it had to have been Blaine who failed.

“You were such a good boy,” Kurt panted, climbing out from under Blaine’s body and smiling his most impish, seductive smile. “Doing what I wanted. Making me cum. I think you need to be rewarded.”

Blaine didn’t feel like he deserved a reward, but he had no intention of arguing with his Dom.

Kurt kept that devilish smile glued to his face as he turned Blaine around, facing his back toward the head of the bed.

“Now, you’re going to sit over here,” Kurt said, maneuvering Blaine around so he sat with his back to the wall behind him, “you’re going to keep your hands behind your neck, and you’re going to take what I give you.”

Blaine’s arms ached from being held up so long, but he tried not to let it show. He could do this. He could do what was being asked of him. It wasn’t all that hard.

With a hand on Blaine’s thighs, Kurt pushed his sub’s legs apart, sinking down between them to where Blaine’s cock was only half-hard.

“First, we need to get this guy a little more interested in what’s going on,” Kurt teased, mouthing over the bulge in Blaine’s jockstrap. Feeling Kurt’s hot breath through the thin fabric made Blaine go hard immediately. This Blaine was familiar with. This sensation Blaine could get lost in. Kurt pulled down the front of Blaine’s underwear with his teeth and sank his mouth over Blaine’s cock, sucking slowly, then quickly, taking him as far down the back of his throat as he could, and then pulling back and teasing over the head.

Blaine whimpered softly, not wanting to be too loud, but he couldn’t help himself. He and Kurt did a lot of things together, but this Kurt excelled at.

When Blaine got close enough that he would finally cum, Kurt backed off, pulling off Blaine’s cock completely and blowing cool air over the shaft. Blaine whined out into the open air. He couldn’t help it. Maybe he couldn’t cum in the position they were in before, but it was still a long time to spend with Kurt’s cock assaulting his prostate. He needed release and Kurt had refused him that.

“This isn’t a punishment, sweetheart,” Kurt said, anticipating the reason behind his sub’s reaction. “I want to make you feel really good.” He spoke the words against the sensitive skin of Blaine’s shaft, and every puff of air from between Kurt’s lips was its own distinct torture. Kurt licked up along the sides, swirling his tongue around the base, moving slowly up and down, taking his time tasting Blaine before he sank his mouth over him again.

This time Kurt sucked harder, more insistently, stopping from time to time to rise up on his knees and kiss Blaine on the mouth. Blaine moaned past his Dom’s lips, his hands behind his head itching to touch Kurt, to card trembling fingers through Kurt’s hair and pull at the strands gently the way Kurt liked.

“Mmmm,” Kurt hummed over Blaine’s cock, feeling his sub shiver uncontrollably. He licked a trail up Blaine’s abs and over his chest before reaching his mouth for one last kiss. “Your skin tastes so good, and you’re so ready to cum. You can barely stand it, can you?”

Kurt didn’t let Blaine answer, nibbling Blaine’s lip and kissing him hard, sucking his sub’s tongue into his mouth. Kurt heard Blaine’s shaking arms knock against the wall behind him as he continued to bite and suck at the contours of Blaine’s mouth.

“So, maybe I should let you finish, huh?” Kurt whispered, “Instead of being cruel and keeping you like this for hours and hours?”

At this point, Blaine didn’t care which Kurt chose. He wanted Kurt. Five more minutes of torture, an hour of torture, it didn’t matter, as long as it was Kurt – all Kurt.

But Blaine underestimated the boundaries of his own endurance. It took barely a second when Kurt put his talented mouth on him again before Blaine came hard down his Dom’s throat with Kurt’s hands gripping Blaine’s thighs hard, keeping him pinned to the bed. Blaine moaned through his orgasm, but groaned when Kurt wouldn’t stop, sucking him hard even as he became soft and oversensitive. Blaine didn’t ask why and Kurt didn’t remove his mouth from Blaine’s aching cock to explain. Kurt continued to suck when he knew Blaine had reached his limit, and everything from here on out would be almost painful. Blaine gritted his teeth, his legs shaking beyond his control so that the whole bed shifted beneath them. Kurt curled his fingers into Blaine’s skin, keeping him locked in place while he tormented him, until Blaine growled out between clenched teeth, and Kurt let him go.

Kurt kneeled up to address his sub, tugging at the straps around his chest in a brief show of frustration.

“Now that was punishment,” Kurt said, but not cruelly, “because you won’t talk to me about this.”

Blaine dropped his head.

“I don’t…I don’t know how,” Blaine confessed.

“Well, you usually start by opening your mouth and talking,” Kurt said, unbuckling the straps from Blaine’s chest, removing them one at a time and tossing them to the floor.

“It’s that simple, huh?” Blaine answered wryly.

“Yes,” Kurt retorted with an equal amount of sarcasm. “You open your mouth and speak words, and don’t stop until you’re done.”

“Okay,” Blaine said, looking down his body to where Kurt’s fingers worked at the buckles on his chest. “So I simply open my mouth and tell you that sometimes I don’t like who I am? That I regret every choice I made before I met you? That I don’t think I’m worthy of your respect? Is that how this works?”

Kurt’s fingers stopped on the last buckle. Blaine had snapped at him, which wasn’t something Blaine did all too often, so it definitely caught Kurt’s attention. But Blaine didn’t sound angry.

He sounded ashamed.

“Yes,” Kurt said quietly, working through the last buckle. “That’s exactly what you do. Oh, honey…”

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and Blaine fell forward into Kurt’s chest. Kurt grabbed hold of Blaine’s arms and lowered them, massaging his shoulders and his arms, relaxing tight muscles with strong kneading from his fingers.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, baby…” Kurt cradled Blaine’s head against his chest when he felt a tear fall against his skin, “I truly am. I wish I could change that for you.”

Blaine shook his head.

“You are changing it. You have, in so many ways. It’s…it’s this one thing, and I wish I could be comfortable with that. I wish I could do that for you.”

Kurt sighed, dropping kisses into the curls on the crown of Blaine’s head.

“If we do that again, it’s for you,” Kurt said. “If we do that again, it will be in your time, alright?”

Blaine nodded his head, but he didn’t look up, and Kurt wouldn’t force him.

“We’ll work on it,” Kurt promised, holding Blaine close. “We’ll find a way together.”