He almost fainted when he retired to his chambers that night and found the boy reclining naked on his bed.

“King Dalton sends his deepest apologies.” He said, and Kurt actually stepped back, like the boy’s voice might drag him over and force him into bed with him. “I’m yours for the night to take your pleasure as you see fit.” He stretched one leg out and Kurt swallowed thickly.

“You can tell King Dalton thank you, but I won’t be requiring your services tonight, or any other night.” He stuttered out and watched as the boy’s face dropped.

“My master will be angry if I don’t please you.” He suddenly moved, scrambling off the bed and grabbing at the front of Kurt’s tunic, his voice rising with hysteria as he spoke. “Please, please take me. I’ll make it so good for you, I can do anything you want, just don’t send me back to him, please!” Kurt wondered what kind of punishment Dalton would inflict on the boy that he’d rather put himself at the mercy of a stranger than return to his master’s rooms.

“Just, just go sit on the bed, okay?” He finally stuttered, watching as the boy immediately complied, laying across the deep red bedclothes and licking his lips as he took himself in hand.

“Don’t do that” Kurt said immediately, hearing how his own voice sounded strained and uncomfortable. It was humiliating in its way, to be so affected by a person who was by most considered to be lacking in even the most basic of humanity. Though Kurt was expected to sympathise with all his people, to feel their suffering as if were his own, becoming personally involved was still seen as improper for a prince.

“You can do it if you wish, My Lord” The boy replied, voice like honey and velvet and Kurt felt sick to his stomach. His father would be appalled if he knew, and even though Kurt had no intention of bedding this boy, it would still bring shame upon his name if word got out that he had the visiting king’s pleasure slave in his chambers.

“I’m not going to fuck you.” He said quickly, “So you can just put your clothes back on okay?” He pressed onwards as he watched the boy turn pale. “I’m not sending you away. We’ll figure something out for tonight, but I can’t treat you like you’re some sort of sex toy.”

“It’s what I was bought for.” The boy said very quietly, but he didn’t sound bitter or sad, merely stated it for the fact it was. It made Kurt’s already nauseous stomach twist.

“Why don’t we just talk for a bit? Do you have a name?” Kurt sat down on the edge of his bed, as far from the boy as he could manage.

“Blaine.”

“I’m not going to sleep with you Blaine, and I’m not going to let Dalton punish you for my choices. He’s already breaking the law just by having you here.” Blaine’s eyes widened.

“Pleasure slaves are illegal here, My Lord?” His voice was soft, and Kurt found he liked it better without the forced sexual edge.

“Kurt. While we’re here, you can call me Kurt okay? And- yes. Pleasure slaves are illegal in my father’s lands, but the laws don’t always apply to visitors.” He watched as Blaine’s eyes seemed to darken slightly and wondered if he’d ever known anything besides this life. Most pleasure slaves were taken young and sold long before they reached their teens, the traders knew the high price people were willing to pay for virgins, and had no compunction in taking suitable children from their families to sell them.

“Do- do you enjoy it?” Kurt asked quietly, watching Blaine’s expression change again, closing off like a wall had been thrown up between them. “You don’t have to tell me,” Kurt added, “I just wondered.”

“It’s all I know.” Kurt frowned. That wasn’t an answer at all, but clearly Blaine didn’t trust Kurt enough to reply honestly. Of course he had no reason to, Kurt was royalty, just like Dalton, and Blaine had been taught his whole life that royalty only wanted one thing of him.

Kurt realised, to his intense discomfort, he was going to have to talk about sex.

“I was fifteen.” He began, blushing. “The first time, I mean. It was with a serving girl. I didn’t- I didn’t enjoy it much. But then, I was in the stables one day and one of the boys smiled at me, and I’d only ever had sex with Brittany, I didn’t even know two men could, but I wanted to, with him.”

Blaine was watching him intently, his expression unchanging, but Kurt thought he saw something like curiosity in his eyes and pressed on.

“It was better. I didn’t know it could be so good, and he didn’t say anything because he couldn’t, but I know he liked it too. I still see him sometimes.” Kurt smiled at the memory.

“I was six. I remember crying because it hurt so much.” Blaine’s voice was so soft Kurt barely heard it, but then Blaine looked up, hand curled against his mouth and eyes wide and Kurt wanted to rage at the world for letting such a thing happen.

What he said, was: “I’m sorry.” Blaine’s hand dropped, his face relaxed again when the punishment he expected didn’t come.

“Don’t be. My master looks after me, it’s a small price to pay.”

“It shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t be something you have to do, it should be something you want to do.” Kurt said, his voice hard and impassioned.

“I don’t understand.” Blaine said quietly, and he’d sat up a little more, looking all the world like he was fascinated by this strange new concept, which Kurt realised, he probably was.

“Has anyone ever asked if you wanted to sleep with them?”

“Why would they ask?” Blaine asked, cocking his head to the side and Kurt fought down the urge to cry again.

“Why would- okay, how do I explain this? If I owned you, if - if I were your master, I would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. I would always let you make the choice.” Blaine blinked, disbelieving.

“You really aren’t going to have sex with me.” He said softly.

“Not unless you want me to.” Kurt realised too late what he’d said and swallowed thickly, wishing he could take the words back.

“Can- Can I ask a question?” Blaine asked, looking at Kurt with an expression that could only be described as hopeful. Kurt nodded slowly, nervous.

“If you were my master, and I wanted you to, what would you do?” He asked softly, eyes bright as he leant ever so slightly towards Kurt, and Kurt couldn’t help it, he smiled.

“I’d kiss you first, I think.” He said, tipping his head back as he thought, “Tell you how much I wanted you, how beautiful you are.” He heard Blaine shift and tipped his head down again, meeting his gaze full on. Kurt felt breathless at the intensity of it.

“I think-” Blaine began slowly, cheeks flushing with colour, “If you were my master, I would enjoy serving you very much.”

“Oh.” Kurt said, watching Blaine’s cheeks flush pinker still. His eyes kept flickering downward from Kurt’s, and he could see the slight tremble as Blaine swallowed and took a fortifying breath.

And then his mouth was against Kurt’s, and he gave a muffled cry of surprise and pulled away, only to have Blaine lean further forward and capture his lips again, soft and impossibly sweet.

The second time Kurt pulled away, Blaine let him go, words following him as he went, pleading and desperate.

“I want you to, I want you to Kurt, so beautiful, please-” For a long moment, Kurt fought a fierce internal battle, wanting and hating himself for wanting, and all the while trying to ignore the warm naked body pressing insistently against his.

“Please touch me.”  Blaine whispered, and Kurt felt himself give in. Evidently Blaine felt it too by the way he was suddenly mouthing against Kurt’s neck, and no, this was not go like that.

“No, Blaine, stop.” Kurt said and Blaine didn’t put up any resistance to Kurt’s hand pushing him an arms distance away.

“Let me look after you okay? I want to make this good for you.” Blaine nodded and tumbled back against the pillows under Kurt’s insistent hands. Kurt kneeled between Blaine’s legs, resting back on his heels and admiring the man laid out before him.

“You’re gorgeous.” He murmured, stroking his hand up the calf Blaine currently had pressed against his hip and leaning forward to press a kiss to the side of his knee. Blaine watched curiously as he turned his head against it to look up at him. “So beautiful.” Kurt told him, and slid forward, walking his hands up the mattress either side of Blaine’s body.

Blaine hummed as Kurt kissed him, pushing back against his mouth, and Kurt eased off, peppering kisses along the curve of his jaw, and sucking hot and wet against Blaine’s throat. Not enough to leave a mark, but certainly enough to make Blaine whimper and buck his hips upwards, whining in frustration when Kurt backed off again.

“Patience.” Kurt told him gently. “I’ll get to that, but I’m busy here now.”

Blaine slumped back against the mattress in defeat, only to cry out as Kurt worked his way down his chest and swirled his tongue against a nipple. He tasted of soap and sweat and Kurt shifted so he rested bracketed between Blaine’s legs and slowly rocked his hips down.

“Feel how much I want you?” He ran his hand down to the soft hair below Blaine’s bellybutton and drew circles with his fingertips. “Will you let me?”

Blaine’s eyes grew wide, and he looked confused for a moment as Kurt’s hand stilled and he looked back, waiting for permission. Finally, he sucked in a shaky breath.

“Yes. Please, yes.”

Blaine’s eyes fluttered closed as Kurt’s hand dipped lower and brushed against the velvet skin of his cock, rubbing a thumb across the sensitive head and smiling as Blaine’s eyes snapped back open again and his breathing became erratic.

“Good?” Kurt asked, wrapping his fingers around Blaine’s length and smirked when the twist of his hand solicited a low groan and Blaine’s fingers curled into the blanket beneath him. And then-

“Wait, wait.” Blaine said and pushed himself up, hands sliding against the silk of Kurt’s shirt.

“I want- I want to feel you. Can I?” His fingers shook against Kurt’s shoulders and Kurt smiled and ran hand through the dark curls falling over Blaine’s forehead.

“You can have whatever you want.” He smiled and raised his arms so Blaine could pull the shirt off, immediately running his hands down Kurt’s chest, biting his lip as he looked down at his breeches.

“Would you take them off?” Blaine asked quietly and then sat frozen as Kurt did exactly that, settling back between his thighs and smiling.

“I told you, anything you want.” He murmured, pushing Blaine back into the pillows, rolling his hips again and feeling Blaine tremble beneath him.

“I want- oh god, I want you.” Blaine gasped, his eyes wide as his fingers dug into Kurt’s side, flexing as their bodies rocked together. “Please, I want you.”

Kurt hummed against his neck, caught his mouth and kissed him hard and wet. Blaine seemed to like that, if the way he moaned around Kurt’s tongue was anything to go by, and Kurt knew immediately he couldn’t deny Blaine anything. That as wide eyed and frightened as he was, he deserved to have an experience that was all about him, something sweet and loving, and Kurt would give it to him.

“Okay, okay, just give me a moment?” Blaine whimpered when Kurt pulled away to search for the little pot of oil he’d stolen from the kitchens. Blaine’s brow wrinkled as he returned with the pot in hand.

“I don’t need-” Kurt cut him off.

“I promise you, this is absolutely something you need.” Blaine looked like he might argue and Kurt sighed, coated his fingers liberally and tried not to think about it.

He smiled as Blaine whimpered and pushed against his index finger, a noise of want rather than fear, and just for a moment felt almost pitying for all the people who had taken Blaine but never really got to have him. Almost.

Blaine wasn’t exactly what anyone would define as tight (and the less thought about that the better), but even as Kurt slid the first finger in, his entire body tensed up in phantom pain, eyes squeezed closed as he struggled against the automatic reaction, expecting discomfort that wasn’t going to come.

“Relax sweetheart.” Kurt cooed, stroking his free hand along the warm expanse of Blaine’s side as he slowly worked his finger in and out. He could feel the tension in Blaine’s body slowly uncoiling and heard the way his breath came in short gusts that didn’t sound in the least bit pained.

“It doesn’t hurt.” Blaine said quietly, his voice thick with something that caught Kurt’s attention.

“It’s not supposed to hurt.” Kurt assured him, and he felt Blaine go entirely still, his breath hitch, and then the lightest of shudders around his finger.

Tears were spilling down Blaine’s cheeks as he met Kurt’s gaze and rocked his hips down against his hand.

“More?” Kurt asked, already pushing in a second finger, and Blaine moaned his response, the wet streaks on his face shimmering in the low light.

The sight went straight to Kurt’s cock. He whimpered as he curled his fingers up and Blaine moaned again, low and broken and god, Kurt just wanted to fuck him until he couldn’t remember anyone who’d ever touched him before. And he could, Blaine would let him and it would be amazing, but it wouldn’t be right.

“Please, just- please, Kurt-” Blaine’s voice broke into Kurt’s thoughts, ragged and needy.

“Just a little more.” He said, and Blaine shook his head, and even lifted a hand to grab in Kurt’s general direction, though apparently he was desperate to the point of lacking fine motor skills and didn’t manage much more than a weak wave and a groan of frustration.

“Okay, but we’re doing this my way.” Kurt found the pot of oil again and overturned it on his cock, determined to make himself as slick as possible and avoid any unnecessary pain on Blaine’s part.

“Ready?” He asked as he settled between Blaine’s thighs and braced himself on one arm. Blaine surged up to kiss him, holding tight to Kurt’s shoulders and gasping into his mouth as he slowly pushed in.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.” Kurt said softly, trying desperately to think about how hot and slick Blaine was, even while he couldn’t possibly concentrate on anything else. The sting of Blaine’s fingernails against his back helped, the pain sharp and distracting enough to divert at least some of his attention.

Blaine was making noises in his throat, soft and hitching and Kurt stilled immediately when he realised he was still crying, wiping the moisture from Blaine’s cheeks and kissing him softly.

“We can stop if it hurts too much.” He told him, and Blaine shook his head.

“No, it’s- it doesn’t hurt. It’s good, I promise. It’s really good. Keep going, please.” He seemed to have himself under control again, running his hands down Kurt’s back and pulling ineffectually at his waist. Kurt let himself slip in a little further, watching Blaine’s face for any hint he was in pain, making sure to be as slow and gentle as he could, even as Blaine was begging for more and faster and pushing back as hard as he could.

Finally, finally, he was all the way in and he could feel Blaine shaking around him, trembling even as he was rocking up against Kurt, seeking friction. He sighed in relief as Kurt began the slow slide out again, and it wasn’t more tears at least, but Kurt wanted something different, something more. He shifted the angle of his hips as he pushed back in, a little upward so the head of his cock dragged slightly as it moved and Blaine gasped and writhed beneath him.

Kurt could tell neither of them were going to last long.

He could see it in the way Blaine’s fingers were curling into the blankets and hear it in his low whimpers of Kurt’s name, could feel it in the pleasure curling behind his pelvic bone.

Not yet he begged silently, knowing no-one was listening, no gods would hear his call and stop the inevitable. Just a little longer.

Blaine’s hand rose to curl into the hair at the back of his neck, and he dropped down to kiss him, slow and soft, smiling against his mouth as Blaine broke the kiss to moan loudly and the fingers of his free hand dug into Kurt’s hip.

“M-m close-” Blaine gasped, and he was making desperate little noises in his throat as if trying to hold off. Which of course, Kurt realised, he was. The loud wail he let out when Kurt began to move faster was definitely confirmation of that.

“It’s okay.” Kurt whispered, working a hand between them to wrap around Blaine’s cock, and managing two quick strokes before Blaine had seized up underneath him, shaking and gasping, but not coming.

“I can’t- Kurt-” He was choking out, trembling with the effort of holding off orgasm.

“What do you need?” Kurt asked and Blaine shuddered, clenching around him and trying to suck in enough air to reply.

“You have to let me-” Kurt felt sick as realisation dawned on him. Blaine had been used since he was a child, conditioned to react in a way that would please his master. He needed permission.

Kurt was furious.

“No. I’m not going to tell you to come Blaine, you don’t need me to tell you. Let go, I’ve got you.” He stroked his free hand up Blaine’s cheek, rocking steadily into him and waiting.

When it finally happened, it was like Kurt imagined holding the sun might feel like. Painful and beautiful all at the same time. Blaine inhaled sharply, his mouth forming a silent ‘o’ before he shuddered violently and his entire body clenched and held for the single longest moment of Kurt’s life.

The minute he relaxed Kurt was crying out and shaking through his own orgasm, seeing stars as collapsed on top of Blaine, smearing come sticky between their chests.

It took another few minutes before Kurt had the energy to pull out and he promptly lay back down, dimly registering the warm arms curling around him and the pounding heartbeat against his own.

“Thank you.” Blaine murmured, voice thick, and Kurt raised his head wearily to look at him, his heart sinking when he saw the tears trickling down his cheeks.

He raised his hands to wipe one away and Blaine smiled, his arm tightening around Kurt’s shoulders.

“Wait, you’re crying but you’re not upset?” Kurt was too tired to even try to process. He’d just come his brains out, he thought he could probably be forgiven this once.

“I’m not upset, I promise.” Kurt thought he might be lying, just a little, but he was still smiling so part of him at least was happy, and Kurt was glad for it.

“Kurt?”

“Mmmm?” He felt tired, sleep pulling him down so he had to focus on Blaine’s words carefully.

“Can I sleep here a little while before- before I have to go back?” He sounded nervous and Kurt kissed the warm skin he was laying against, too drowsy to seek out Blaine’s mouth.

“You can stay as long as you want.” He mumbled, letting sleep finally claim him, missing Blaine’s soft reply.

“No, I can’t.”