Kurt straightened his navy and red tie as he stood outside the door of the office. It was all a part of the game- it wasn't a real office (only Blaine's computer room), and he wasn't a Dalton student anymore. He and Blaine were discussing a teacher's assistant Kurt once had in his freshman year.

"Sometimes, I really wanted him to just bend me over his desk and fuck me dizzy," he confessed, biting his lip. When they talked about role-play, Blaine had the perfect idea. Blaine didn't know Kurt would be wearing his old Dalton uniform, the pants and shirt of which now strained against the muscles he had grown since leaving the school. Kurt also had no idea what Blaine was going to do to him or what he was going to do to Blaine, but it was all part of the game- the excitement.

Kurt smirked and sighed, getting himself into character, before knocking on the door.

"Come in, Mr. Hummel," he heard Blaine's soft, warm voice coming from behind the door. Kurt opened it slowly and stepped inside. Blaine was wearing his glasses with his hair lightly gelled, making his curls shine just a bit. He wore a tight white button down with a skinny black tie and some snug black jeans that made Kurt almost consider breaking character so he could tear them off right away. Kurt shook his head and raised his gaze.

"Did I do something wrong Mr. Anderson?" Kurt gazed at him through his eyelashes.

"No, nothing wrong," Blaine stood from his chair, "I just hoped to discuss a few things with you about your last essay."

"Oh, really?" Kurt swayed his hips slightly as he moved toward Blaine. It was obvious that Blaine was trying to stay in character as an oblivious teacher, but his eyes flashing as Kurt's hips moved made Kurt smirk.

"Yes...I believe we were discussing something entirely different than you thought we were," he stepped back, putting distance between them, and sat back against his desk.

"I assure you, sir, that I heard every word you said in the lecture...maybe...you could remind me again?" Kurt stayed timid but seductive, his body language relaxed and eyes expressive.

Blaine gave him a smile. "The assignment was to describe something or someone you were attracted to and explain why."

"I could always just give an oral presentation if you didn't understand, sir," Kurt winked, making Blaine shiver but he hid it by pretending to be nervous. "Maybe if I explain it out loud, it will make more sense."

Blaine watched Kurt moved toward him where he sat on the desk, the pale boy pushing his knees apart slowly and running his hands up his thighs.

"Mr. Hummel...we can't do this-"

"But you want it..." Kurt said against his cheek. Blaine gasped at the warm breath ghosting his skin and Kurt leaned back to look into his eyes. "So...that oral presentation?"

Blaine didn't answer, as he had planned not to. Kurt smiled and ghosted his fingertips across the curls at the base of Blaine's neck. "Well...the first thing about this person is that they have beautiful curly hair...sometimes, he puts all kinds of crazy product in it, but when he doesn't it's soft and silky," Kurt buried his fingers deeper into Blaine's hair, causing Blaine's eyes to close. "I also love how when I do this," he tugged on Blaine's curls, pulling a high moan from Blaine, "he does that," Kurt whispers against the shell of Blaine's ear. He lets go of Blaine's curls and drifts his fingers from his temple over his brow.

"His eyes are another thing I love. They're golden brown and green like a forest in the fall," Kurt couldn't help but smile as Blaine opened his eyes and looked into Kurt's. "I love how everything is said through his eyes- when he's happy, sad, angry, horny," Kurt growled the last word. Blaine's eyes darkened as if on command, earning a smug grin from Kurt. His eyes trained over his eyes. "His eyelashes are so beautiful and long. When he's down on me, swallowing my cock for all that he's worth, he'll look up at me through those thick eyelashes and they flutter against his cheeks when he comes...it drives me crazy."

Blaine felt his cock throb in his lap.

"Should I stop, Mr. Anderson? You look a little flustered," Kurt tilted his head, the lustful fire growing in his eyes as he watched Blaine squirm just a little where he sat.

Blaine swallowed. "Well...I do have to give you a grade. Continue."

Kurt smiled and brushed the pad of his thumb over Blaine's lips. "His lips are perfect. The first time he kissed me, I never thought it would be as perfect as that one time, but it is...every single time. I love the way they feel against my neck," Kurt's eyes fluttered closed, imagining the heat of Blaine's breath on his neck as his warm, dry lips travel over the skin. He took Blaine's hand and dragged Blaine's finger tips over his jaw and neck, both boys' breaths catching at the touch. It was so intimate and so sexy that both boys were starting to pant. Kurt opened his eyes and moved Blaine's hand into both of his, turning it over in his hands and dancing his fingers over the palm down the soft skin of Blaine's wrist.

"I love his hands, too. They're rough and large. My favorite thing he does with his hands is when he has me on all fours, squeezing my hips and thrusting into me," Kurt placed Blaine's hands on each of his hips. Blaine's hands tense and squeeze at the visual Kurt is giving him. Kurt has let go of his hands and begun to undo his tie and shirt, leaving it open to reveal his pale toned chest. Kurt pulled Blaine's left hand up to rest on Kurt's chest.

"I love when he touches me and I can feel his guitar player fingertips on me. He says he loves feeling the smooth skin underneath them."

Blaine whimpered and moved his hand down Kurt's chest over his stomach, feeling the quivering muscles there before Kurt moved his hand away and pulled at Blaine's tie.

"Is it ok if I get rid of this, Mr. Anderson?" his voice when husky and low when he asked. The sound of the authoritative name made Blaine's hips twitch forward and he nodded. Kurt slipped off the tie and slowly worked open the buttons of Blaine's shirt, spreading it open with his hands and staring at the body of his 'teacher'.

"He has the body of a Greek god. I spend so many nights alone thinking about running my tongue over his abs," Kurt leaned down and did just that, his tongue tasting the sweet, salty skin and feeling the body behind it shake with anticipation and lust. "He has this fucking sexy dip in his groin, too," Kurt leaned down and ran his tongue over the V in Blaine's hips, causing Blaine to grip the edge of the desk and moan. Kurt stayed as focused as he could. He had never done so much teasing and he could see Blaine falling apart, but he kept his nervous expression.

"There's one thing about him that I really love," Kurt stood up and stood eye level with Blaine.

"R...really? What's that?"

Kurt walked his fingers up Blaine's thigh slowly before his fingers reached the base of Blaine's cock. Blaine groaned at the contact.

"I love watching him fall apart when I'm on his cock...it's so long and thick," Kurt traced the outline of said cock through the denim of Blaine's black jeans. Blaine dug his nails into the lip of the desk, gripping it for dear life so as not to break.

"He loves it when I ride him, you know," Kurt leaned into Blaine's ear and slid his hips against Blaine's slowly, a whine escaping Blaine's lips. Kurt bit back one of his own. "I can tell that he loves to give up control...to just let me fuck myself on him."

Blaine was practically sobbing in pleasure at the words falling from Kurt's lips against his ear and the hot friction between their hips.

"You know that 'essay' was all about you, right, Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine's hips jarred forward into Kurt's of their own accord when Kurt called him that again.

"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Anderson. I should have done right the first time, don't you think? Punish me."

Blaine couldn't bear it any longer. He grabbed Kurt by the collar and crashed their lips together, pushing his hips hard against his lover.

"Bend over, Mr. Hummel," he growled into Kurt's mouth. Kurt whimpered and broke away, bending over and propping up on his elbows, his ass out for Blaine.

Blaine ripped at his belt- damn him for thinking a belt was necessary- and jeans, pulling them down with his boxers and standing behind Kurt to do the same with his.

"You've been a bad boy, Mr. Hummel- not making yourself clear the first time and putting me through all of that torture," he tore Kurt's pants open as he breathed this words into Kurt's ear filthily.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson," he panted as Blaine pushed down his pants, revealing his soft, round ass. Blaine smacked his left cheek, making Kurt whimper and thrust himself back against Blaine's aching cock.

"You're gonna do a little extra credit for me right now," Blaine pulled Kurt up flush against his chest, Kurt unable to feel Blaine's bare chest through the open shirt he was still wearing. "Your gonna let me fuck you and you're gonna tell me all about it. Got it?"

"Yes, Mr. Anderson," Kurt smirked. Blaine was playing this part well.

Blaine pushed him back down against the desk. Kurt felt Blaine spreading his cheeks and pressing the head of his cock against his entrance."

"How does that feel, Mr. Hummel?"

"Mmm, so good, but I want more," Kurt pressed back, trying to get Blaine inside him. Blaine swatted at his ass again.

"You have to earn it," Blaine growled, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing gently against Kurt. Kurt whimpered and bucked forward, looking for some form of friction and finding none. Blaine leaned forward, curling his body over Kurt's and leaning into his ear.

"Do you think you deserve it?"

"Y-yes sir," Kurt stuttered, feeling Blaine's cock against his ass. Blaine thrusted forward a little, groaning.

"Why?"

"I'm a good boy, sir, I promise," Kurt was on the verge of tears from the overload he was feeling.

Blaine stroked Kurt's hair out of his eyes. "Well, if you promise to tell me all about it, I guess I can give it to you-"

"I promise, please," Kurt rutted against him, the precome from Blaine's erection spreading over his ass.

Blaine kissed Kurt's temple and straightened up, lining himself up with Kurt. "Ready?"

Kurt nodded furiously. Blaine pushed into Kurt, earning a cry from the boy. He moved slowly, knowing he didn't stretch Kurt or have any lube, until he was all the way in.

"F-fuck, so good, so big," Kurt rambled, rolling his ass against Blaine to try to get him to move. Blaine took the hint and pulled out before thrusting back in hard and fast. His body gave way as he felt himself get close and he curled over Kurt again.

"Can you feel it, Kurt? How hard I am for you?"

"OH, yes, sir!"

"Feel me pounding into you?"

"Yes!"

Blaine reached under Kurt and fisted his erection, making Kurt sob with pleasure as he deepened and quickened his thrusts.

"I wanna cum on you. Is that ok?"

"Oh, god, yes," Kurt met his thrusts by pressing back hard on him. Blaine felt the coil fraying in his stomach and pulled out of Kurt, jerking himself twice before exploding up Kurt's back where his shirt had ridden up and over his ass. Kurt came shortly, the feeling of the hot cum on his back and the filthiness of it sending him into a blinding orgasm. Blaine fell back against the chair, his legs giving out beneath him as he jerked himself through the aftershocks. After a brief moment, he stood up and walked back to Kurt, licking the cum off his back in long, wet strokes. He moved down to his ass and licked over Kurt's entrance, making Kurt cry out at the over stimulation. Blaine pulled Kurt up and moved to the chair, sitting down and pulling Kurt into his lap.

"Sweet...Jesus," Blaine groaned and lay his head back on the chair. "That was so hot."

Kurt let out a breathless laugh and rested his head on Blaine's forehead. "You should totally be a teacher."

Blaine laughed. "As long as I don't have students that would do that to me."

Kurt moved slowly and straddled Blaine, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist and laying his head in the crook of his neck.

"So...what's my grade?"

Blaine smirked. "A-."

Kurt shot up. "Are you fucking kidding me? First, I seduce you, then I let you fuck me with no lube! A-?"

Blaine slid his hands down Kurt's back and gripped his ass, sliding him forward against his hips. "Well...I guess if you're not happy with that grade, Mr. Hummel," he smirked, "I guess you'll just have to come back, then, won't you?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and smiled. "I guess I will, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine growled. "I love it when you call me that."

Kurt giggled and kissed Blaine's lips, tasting the salty taste of come on his tongue. "I love you, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine smiled against his lips. "I love you, too, Mr. Hummel."