Chapter 2

Monday.

"I talked to Finn last period," Kurt told Blaine as he cuddled up beside him at lunch. "Apparently five football players went missing over the weekend. Finn is convinced there's a curse on the team."

"It’s probably good a good thing you quit," Mercedes said, and squeezed Kurt's hand. "You make a better cheerleader, anyway. I bet those boys went partying somewhere out of town and haven't bothered to call their folks. Most of the football players are total jerks."

"Wait - what." Blaine sat up straight and stared at his boyfriend. "You - you're a cheerleader?"

"Well, uh, I was last spring – “

"Do you… wear a skirt?" Blaine said roughly.

Kurt flushed.

"Well, I - "

"You can borrow my extra skirt," Brittany told Kurt happily.

Blaine gave Kurt a look of such want that Kurt could only gulp and tell Brittany that yes, he would be interested in that skirt.

"I've noticed a pattern," Blaine said to Kurt after club that afternoon. "Mr. Shuester has three songs that he wants us to sing at each club meeting. Then for every song, he has Rachel and Finn sing lead."

"That's club," Kurt sighed. "I've gotten used to it. It's still fun - even if I never get solos."

Blaine pulled his boyfriend into a firm embrace, laying soft kisses along his neck.

Kurt moaned softly, and let his head fall back against his locker.

Blaine carefully marked Kurt's neck with several small hickeys, carefully making them in the pattern of a heart.

He half hoped someone would come by and say something nasty - Blaine had been having an amazing streak of good kills, and he was just waiting for someone to provoke him.

Luckily for those hapless homophobic high schoolers, none of them said anything.

Tuesday.

"Mr. Shue, Tina and I have a number that we'd love to perform," Kurt said excitedly.

"That's great, Kurt, but we don't have time today," Mr. Shuester brushed him off easily. "Finn, Rachel, I found the perfect Journey song…"

Blaine watched as Kurt's face fell, then saw the mask of indifference rise. His boyfriend was amazingly good at hiding his feelings - second only perhaps to Blaine.

"Next time," Blaine whispered to Kurt, even as he inwardly seethed.

But he could tell Kurt didn't believe it.

Will Shuester had better watch out, Blaine vowed.

Not that it would save him.

Not when Blaine wanted Will gone. Nobody hurt his angel and got away with it.

Wednesday.

When Mr. Shuester came to school ill and began to hallucinate, Blaine had a brilliant idea.

He was going home sick, hmm? When someone was sick enough to hallucinate, their coordination couldn't be very good. And Blaine knew exactly how to angle bodies so when they fell down a set of stairs, their necks would break easily.

It was a skill that took years of practice to perfect. Blaine was quite proud of it.

"I hope you feel better," Blaine said soothingly to Will.

The spanish teacher's vision was too foggy to understand Blaine's look of cold triumph.

The look that said: oh, what a tragic accident you're going to have tonight.

At seven pm, Blaine was snuggled up with his gorgeous boyfriend in his hammock, talking with Kurt about the latest issue of Vogue…and starting to feel irritated.

He didn't want to be annoyed at his angel, but he really did have a murder to plan.

So when Burt called to summon Kurt home, Blaine was honestly relieved.

"I wish…" Kurt sighed.

"Yes?" Blaine prompted.

"I wish I could see you every minute of the day," Kurt said wistfully. "Fall asleep and wake up in your arms."

Blaine's heart swooped inside his chest.

"I want it too," Blaine told him seriously. "But your family would miss you, Kurt."

For a fleeting second, Blaine imagines having Burt out of the picture - but no, that might break his angel too much.

"I know. But I'll talk to my dad, see if he minds if I… spend the weekend with you," Kurt said shyly.

"Sounds amazing," Blaine breathed happily. "But, homework permitting, want to come over tomorrow as well?"

"Yes," Kurt says easily. He leans forward and kisses Blaine softly.

He has such delicate pink lips, Blaine thinks. Kurt's eyes flutter closed when they kiss, but Blaine always keeps his eyes open - he wants to see Kurt, and is rewarded by the hot pink flush that races across Kurt's face at the slightest provocation.

Blaine can't wait to have those gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock.

Tomorrow, he thinks.

He drives Kurt to his house and walks him to the door, shakes hands with Burt, kisses Kurt chastely on the cheek, and drives off.

Four hours later, it was almost eleven o'clock, and pitch dark outside. Blaine parked a couple of blocks away from Mr. Shuester's house.

He slipped in the front door - really, he wished the lock was actually fun to pick instead of just ridiculously easy - and he heard voices.

Blaine walked upstairs silently, paused by a half-open door, and listened.

"It shouldn't have happened!" Will was shouting, stumbling around.

"Will, don't say that," a female voice begged brokenly.

"No, Terri, I have to! I'm sick… and lonely. How could you take advantage of me like this? We're divorced, god damnit!"

"I know you still love me," Terri insisted.

Blaine smirked. She sounded crazy, just like Mike had told him last week… Mr. Shuester certainly knew how to pick them.

"Terri, I need you to leave," Will gasped, then began to cough.

"You need me," his ex-wife insisted, and Will couldn't do anything but cough.

Blaine pushed the door open with one gloved hand.

Will looked up as he finished coughing.

"Blaine?" Will looked at him in surprise. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

Blaine looked at the woman.

"Kurt wanted me to check in on you," Blaine said easily. "The door was unlocked. But it looks like you're getting plenty of help here."

"No," Will said strongly. "Blaine, can you please walk… Terri out. Oh - and press play, please?"

Blaine walked over to the television, found the remote on the ground, and pressed his toe on the play button to continue Will's movie. It opened right into the Make Them Laugh scene, and Blaine grinned as he turned up the sound. He wouldn't want Will to hear what he was about to do.

"I love that number," Blaine said. "Be right back, Will."

He closed the door, and walked Terri to the stairs.

"He'll come back to me," Terri said under her breath as she stalked down the hall.

"Oh, I doubt that," Blaine said pleasantly.

Terri turned to face him, poised on the top of the stairs.

"This isn't your - "

"I've heard you're a crazy bitch. I could attribute this to you being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but really, rabid dogs just need to be put down," Blaine smiled at her.

Terri gaped at him.

"Good night, Terri," Blaine said lowly, and pushed her left shoulder firmly.

Terri didn't even scream as she fell backwards, twisting… Blaine heard the satisfyingly loud snap as her neck broke, and watched her limp body tumble down the stairs.

Blaine just stood there for a minute, enjoying the moment. He felt the powerful hot rush from the kill flow through his body, and walked down the stairs in his socks (he'd naturally left his shoes just inside the door, wouldn't want to leave prints).

He went to the kitchen and began to open cupboards. When he found what he was looking for, he shoved a few things over, making it look like he'd done it in a hurry. He mixed the right materials together, and poured some diet coke into the mix.

Blaine carried the glass upstairs, and went back into Mr. Shuester's room.

"Here, this is a special mix my dad taught me to make," Blaine said as he offered the glass to Will. "It helps boost the immune system - also good for hangovers."

Will laughed and took the glass.

"You have to drink it all at once," Blaine told him. "Tastes like shit, but it'll make everything better."

Will grimaced, and slugged it back, nearly choking.

"That's disgusting," Will groaned as he set the empty glass on his bedside table.

Blaine turned to glance at the screen. Gene Kelly was his first celebrity crush, Blaine remembered fondly.

"It only takes a few minutes for you to feel its effects," Blaine sighed.

They watched the film for the few minutes it took for Will to begin coughing again.

But this time, Will felt like his lungs were on fire.

He reached over to grab Blaine's sleeve, trying to gasp that he needed water - but no words came.

Blaine just pulled away, and sneered at him.

"You know, you really should've let Kurt perform yesterday," Blaine said patronizingly. "With you gone, I'll make sure nobody else stands in the way of his talent."

Will looked at Blaine, barely able to sit up because he felt so weak… He was confused, and increasingly nervous - what did Blaine mean?

"Kurt's going to have a glorious career," Blaine said fondly. "Far more than you ever dreamed of. You never managed to get out of Lima… And Terri just made you so furious. Enough that you killed her."

Will's eyes widened, even as he choked and fell back on the bed. This wasn't just the sickness, he realized as Blaine smiled cruelly at him.

"You'll have died a murderer, a coward who took his own life once he realized that there was no way you could escape justice for killing your ex-wife. Too bad that's how you'll be remembered, hmm? But its what you deserve," Blaine sighed. "For holding Kurt back for so long."

Will stared at him, horrified as he realized what Blaine had done.

"We're going to rule Glee club," Blaine sighed, as he imagined the future. "And McKinley, slowly but surely. It's going to be… magnificent."

He glanced down, and saw Will's eyes wide eyes frozen in death.

It was so tempting to stay and watch the rest of the movie… But Blaine was smarter than that. He left the house silently, and headed to his car.

When Will and Terri are found, Blaine thought contentedly, it will look like Will shoved his wife down the stairs - then drunk a glass full of poison.

As Blaine drove home, he began to sing.

"Now you could study Shakespeare and be quite elite! And you can charm the critics and have nothing' to eat… Just slip on a banana peel - the world's at your feet! Make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh!"

Thursday.

Blaine grinned as Kurt grabbed his hand and whirled him up to dance. He tucked one hand on the small of Kurt's back, and began to lead him in a rumba.

Their substitute teacher just laughed and grinned at them.

"Although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best," Miss Holiday sang. "With a… Forget you!"

Blaine spun Kurt easily, winding him into his chest, before dipping him. Kurt giggled, and when he came back up, Miss Holiday grabbed their hands and spun them both away from her.

"Yeah I'm sorry… I can't afford a ferrari - but that don't mean I can't get you there!"

Kurt went to dance with Mercedes, and Blaine whirled to find Tina, who grabbed him by the hands. She grinned as Blaine led in a swing dance.

Blaine danced willingly with others, smiling as he transitioned from Tina, to Quinn, and to Brittany… But he never took his eyes off of Kurt.

When Sam moved in to dance with Kurt, Blaine swiftly left Mercedes to grab Kurt's hand, and pull him in close. Blaine saw a flicker of disappointment in the blond's eyes, and bit his lip to stop himself from growling.

Kurt was his. No other boy was allowed to move in on his territory. Especially little boys with bad dye jobs who snuck smiles at Kurt like a gerbil in heat.

Kurt moaned softly as Blaine palmed his ass, making sure that Sam saw him staking his claim. Kurt knew that Blaine had moved in for possessive reasons - and Kurt secretly liked it.

When Santana came to dance Kurt away from him, Blaine let her take him - and was surprised when Mike tapped his shoulder and began to pop, lock, and drop it.

Blaine saw it as a friendly challenge - and began to match Mike's moves, while adding his own style.

The rest of the club began to take notice as Mike and Blaine seemed to be engaging in some kind of dancing war.

Miss Holiday kept singing, and Mercedes and Kurt were joining in with her now. Blaine was momentarily distracted by Kurt's rich, full tones, but had to refocus on Mike - he couldn't let someone else dance better than him, after all.

"Said, if I was richer I'd still be with ya - yeah you. Huh, now ain't that some shh… although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best - wish you the best. With a forget you! Oooh…"

Mike was back flipping now, and Blaine pushed himself to match it. He landed smoothly, and thanked the years of gymnastics that allowed him to do so.

"That was amazing," Kurt told him, his eyes shining with pride, and Blaine grinned and kissed him chastely.

"I think we should have a really dance-oriented number at Sectionals," Kurt said thoughtfully, and the rest of the club listened closely. "Mike, Brittany, and Blaine would totally steal the show with their moves."

"I don't think so," Rachel frowned. "We need to win by singing - not by dancing."

"Hey, some real dancing would really spice our numbers up," Artie spoke up. "I think that's an awesome idea."

"I don't think any of my solos allow for more than basic group choreography," Rachel scowled at Kurt.

"Get a grip, Rachel," Blaine said coolly. "You're not the only person in this club."

When nobody said anything in her defense - not even her own boyfriend, who was shrugging at Blaine, as if saying 'what can you do, that's just Rachel' - the obnoxious brunette crossed her arms and flounced out of the room.

Nobody really seemed to care. Blaine wondered if this was a frequent occurrence.

"So what do you say?" Kurt nudged his boyfriend. "You three could come up with fantastic choreography for all our numbers - and feature yourself in them too."

Mike, Blaine, and Brittany looked at each other and grinned.

"What do you think a good number to dance to would be?" Blaine asked Kurt as they drove to Blaine's house.

"Anything by Lady Gaga," Kurt replied immediately.

"Which of her songs is your favorite?"

"Don't ask me to choose!" Kurt gasped. Blaine smiled fondly at him.

"At least tell me which music video is your favorite."

"Oh, Alejandro," Kurt replied with certainty. "Although… Teeth is a close second."

Blaine snorted.

"I wonder why."

"Oh, I know you like it too, and for the same reasons," Kurt said haughtily.

A flash of Kurt laying back, his body covered with bite marks, went through Blaine's mind.

It was an image that wouldn't be leaving him soon.

Kurt has just stepped out of the car when Blaine pins him to it and kisses him hard. Kurt gasps into the kiss, shivering as Blaine presses his wrists behind him.

It's so hard to think when Blaine is sucking right there on his neck…

"You know I would do anything for you," Blaine says, almost desperate.

"Uhhh," is all Kurt is able to moan.

"You know that?" Blaine repeats.

"Yes," Kurt whispers, before Blaine captures his mouth roughly.

"Do you like this? Oh, silly question," Blaine says smugly, reaching one hand down to cup Kurt's growing erection. "You're so hard... You want me to touch you?"

Kurt nods frantically, his breath coming short and ragged already.

"You're so turned on right now," Blaine says wondrously. "You like being restrained, hmm? Having me in control?"

Kurt blushes a tomato red. Blaine pushes his wrists back again, pinning them behind him, hurting just a little - but Kurt's body didn't seem to care.

"Inside," Blaine growls suddenly, and yanks Kurt into the house.

Really, there isn't another house for a mile - just woods and farmland - so they could fuck outside, and nobody would be bothered by Kurt's screams… But Blaine figures the first time they try this, it'll be more comfortable in bed. He wants to lay Kurt out like a feast, taste him fully…

He wants Kurt completely at his mercy.

Blaine rolls Kurt onto his back, and settles on top of him, straddling him, their faces just inches apart.

"I love you," Blaine reassures his beautiful prey, and Kurt just looks at him, equally smitten and ready to surrender as Blaine holds his wrists to the mattress.

Kurt's mouth is dry, but as he looks up into Blaine's eyes, he can see the sincerity. He trusts Blaine, more than anyone, and yes, he'll do this with him.

"I'm yours," Kurt whispers throatily. He flutters his eyelashes seductively. "Do what you will to me."

Blaine moans at that, and moves his other hand to trace along Kurt's eyebrows, down his nose, and then ran a soft thumb back and forth over Kurt's lips.

Kurt kisses the pad of Blaine's thumb, earning him a beautiful smile.

Blaine is gorgeous when he smiles, and Kurt would do almost anything just to keep him smiling like this all the time.

"I can do whatever I like?" Blaine said, his voice soft yet powerful.

"Yes." Kurt shivers as he gives up control.

"I'm going to get something," Blaine whispers darkly. "If I do anything you can't handle, tell me – you say stop, and I will."

Kurt nods weakly.

Blaine rushes off the bed, hurrying to the closet to fetch his rope.

When he returns, Kurt is still perfectly still, awaiting Blaine's instructions. His heartrate speeds up as he sees the red hemp rope. Kurt takes a deep breath, remembering how much he trusts his lover.

Gently, Blaine ties his wrists together and binds them to the headboard.

"You look amazing," Blaine says hoarsely.

His hands drop down to carefully caress Kurt's bare stomach - it clenches in anticipation - and then pulls down Kurt's pants, oh so slowly.

When Kurt is completely bare, Blaine presses against him.

Kurt shivers: feeling Blaine's fully clothed body pressed against his skin is intense; it is strange, and a little dirty, and it sends excitement spiraling through him.

"I love you," Kurt whispers.

"Mmm," Blaine hums quietly.

He strokes his hands up and down Kurt's bare chest, all the while kissing him carefully. He is incredibly gentle, touching Kurt like he'd never done so before, despite having spent the entirety of the last Sunday in bed together.

"Uhh," Kurt gasps, as Blaine's hands slip underneath him and stroke up and down his back, then his ass, just petting easily, savoring the feel of Kurt's skin.

Blaine can't stop kissing Kurt - he wants to drink him in completely.

When he moves to suck on that spot on Kurt's neck that always made him whimper, Kurt shrieks. Blaine meets his eyes, and realizes that Kurt is already twice as aroused as this much foreplay usually makes him.

He really loves being tied down, Blaine knows now. He reaches down and slowly, slowly takes off his own shirt.

Kurt draws in a shuddering breath. Blaine looked so in control, so sure of himself, and Kurt realizes that he could probably come just from Blaine looking at him like that.

Blaine undresses slowly, every movement sensual. By the time he slinks back to the bed, crawling over his boyfriend, Kurt is panting with anticipation.

He chuckles deeply, and carefully tips Kurt's legs back, making them bend at the knee - exposing his cock and tight little asshole to Blaine's inspection.

"Don't move, baby," Blaine says softly, and leans down to breathe hot air on Kurt's cock.

Kurt whines impatiently.

"Tell me what you want," Blaine whispers, and Kurt can just feel the heat radiating form Blaine's body.

"Please. Just touch me, Blaine."

Blaine just waits coolly.

"Please, Blaine." Kurt moans, and then he realizes what Blaine wants. "I need you Blaine. Put your hand on me, please."

"Put it where?"

"On my dick," Kurt groans, blushing as he says it.

Blaine smirks as he rests a hand on Kurt's cock.

"Move it," Kurt begs.

Blaine promptly lifts his hand off, depriving Kurt of any sensation there.

"No," Kurt mewls. He's flushing like crazy, but he knows what he needs to say. "Jerk me off, Blaine. Oh god, Blaine, jerk me till I come."

"And then?" Blaine's eyes are dark and beautiful.

"And then fuck me," Kurt gasps. "Put your fingers in me and stretch me till I'm open for you, put your big cock inside me, and fuck me hard, Blaine."

Blaine growls at that, and his hand closes around Kurt's erection.

"Don't stop talking," he says, threateningly, and Kurt's cock jumps at that.

"Right there, use your hand, yes Blaine," Kurt babbles. "I want you so bad, wanna fuck your fist please!"

Blaine is tightening his fist now, as he looms over him, and Kurt can't reach out to touch himself, or touch Blaine, and its wonderful because he's given it over to Blaine.

"Yes, Blaine, don't stop," Kurt moans. "I need… I need you."

His eyes are rolling back, and he has nothing else intelligible to say - just whimpers and moans that are going right to Blaine's cock.

Blaine is rubbing him quick and rough, and Kurt's balls draw up tight as he shoots his load all over his chest, Blaine still gripping him hard, squeezing, milking every last drop.

Kurt pants as the last spasms pass, leaving him completely drained.

"Very good, Kurt," Blaine says, pleased. "Very hot. I made you come, didn't I? Say it."

Kurt squeezes his eyes shut, trying to wake himself up from this daze. His voice is a whisper.

"You… made me c-come."

"Yes I did," Blaine whispers. "And I'm going to do it again." He leans over Kurt, and licks at his chest, cleaning it of his come. Kurt just watches, powerless to move, and Blaine lowers Kurt's shaking legs straight back down to the bed.

Once he's cleaned up every last drop of Kurt's come - "Delicious," Blaine purrs - he slips his mouth over the head of Kurt's cock.

"Ohhhh," Kurt whines.

He's just come, and it hurts, he's so oversensitive. But Blaine wants to do this - and when he looks up at Kurt, his eyes are so soulful, and Kurt can't deny him anything.

Tears slowly leak out of Kurt's eyes, and he's panting, trying to breathe deep instead of crying out in pain.

That's when Blaine reaches to rub his nipples. They can't help but harden, and then Blaine is rising up, the soft cock falling from his lips, and he grabs the back of Kurt's neck and pulls him into a harsh kiss.

Kurt is helpless to resist anything. He can hear the wet sounds their mouths are making, their tongues clashing and dancing, desire powering up within Kurt so rapidly it takes his breath away.

Blaine's mouth leaves Kurt's lips, traveling down his neck, across his chest - and it closes over one nipple while his fingers work another.

"Unh," Kurt mewls. "So good, Blaine - ahhh!"

He stares down at what Blaine has just attached to his nipple - a small metal clamp. It pinches hard, and his body focuses on the fresh source of pain - until he cries again as the second one comes down.

"Blaine! Oh, oh!" Kurt's eyes are wide, his body bucking, but he hasn't told him to stop. Blaine flicks the nipple clamps, one at a time, and Kurt's whole body tightens as pleasure and pain jolt all the way down to his cock, which is rock hard again.

"Agggh," Kurt's eyes roll back as Blaine sucks him into his amazing mouth. His body aches with need, every nerve ending electrified with desire. Kurt can't not look at Blaine's hot, naked body crouched before him.

Blaine's eyes are closed in bliss, and he… Fuck, he is deep throating Kurt's cock, sucking him hard, and its the hottest thing Kurt has ever seen.

Then Blaine's lips slip off of him.

"No, please," Kurt begs. "Suck me."

"No," Blaine grins. "I have something better for you."

Two fingers are at Kurt's hole, and they press in unforgivingly. Kurt cries - it hurts, although they're lubed, but he takes them without complaint.

Its too soon before a third is being pushed in, but Kurt just moans stutteringly and stares as Blaine rubs lube all over his cock.

Blaine fumbles with something else in the blankets, and when Kurt sees what it is, his heart sinks - he just wants to come - but then Blaine is slipping it over himself, securing the ring at the base of his cock.

Kurt stares. Blaine smirks at him.

"Take me," Blaine says, and he pushes in. "Kurt," he sighs, achingly aroused, surrounded by hot tight fuck Kurt.

Kurt's mouth opens silently. It burns but he's so filled and he can't think all he knows is Blaine Blaine Blaine -

"Blaine!" Kurt shrieks as he settles completely inside of him, the cock ring pressing at Kurt's entrance. "Oh fuck!"

"I'm going to fuck you so good," Blaine hisses, as he slowly pulls out again.

"Yeah," Kurt whimpers.

Blaine just watches as he shoves himself into Kurt again, faster this time.

Kurt's head falls back weakly as Blaine begins to fuck him. His body is taut, but somehow he's relaxing against the ties on his wrists. He feels weightless - without restraint or responsibility. All he has to do is lie here and take everything Blaine wants to give him.

"What do you need?" Blaine pants above him, as he pulls out and slams in again. "Tell me. Tell me everything."

"You," Kurt moans raggedly. "In me. Just like that - but harder. Please, oh please, fuck me deeper, I need it, Blaine!"

Each of Blaine's thrusts moves him across the bed just a little. Kurt can't stop himself from moving, just feels it happening, knows Blaine can do anything he likes.

"Don't stop. Fuck. Me. Yes, so hard." Kurt whimpers wildly. "Yes, yes, take me, give it to me, uhh."

"Kurt," Blaine moans, and he's never fucked him this hard, this rough, the friction is pulling him towards the hottest orgasm of his life, and Kurt is just so… "So tight, damnit, so perfect. How are you so perfect? I love you, I need you, say you're mine."

"Yours," Kurt promises. "Blaine please fuck me!"

Blaine's breath hitches, and he pulls Kurt's legs up and hooks them over his shoulders, leaning further in, and Kurt shrieks as Blaine hits him at the perfect angle.

"Yes! Blaine, oh oh ohhh!" Kurt's breathing changes from shallow gasps to starved gulps as Blaine's strokes change, deepening, lengthening.

"So good," Blaine speaks aloud. "Kurt, you're so fucking hot."

He grabs the nipple clamps and yanks them off - Kurt screams as sensation curls over him, and Blaine slams in again, once, twice, and Kurt comes, shrieking his pleasure as he shakes and shakes around Blaine, his eyes blown and come all over himself.

Kurt is so pliant, laying there so open and relaxed, and Blaine groans as he works his hips in circles for a few minutes, letting Kurt ride out each sensation to the fullest.

"I can do this for hours," Blaine whispers. He wants to come - but he wants this more... Seeing Kurt like this, all his, and just taking him for as long as he likes, until Kurt is so worn out, so well fucked, that he can't walk properly for days.

Kurt mewls helplessly, and looks into Blaine's eyes as his lover begins to fuck him again, long and steady, still pressing against his prostate on every stroke.

Kurt is shaking again, heat pooling in his belly, and how is Blaine able to do this to him?

The sound of skin slapping on skin is just obscene, but Kurt loves it. Blaine begins to multi-task - bending forward to rain kisses on Kurt's neck and shoulders, scraping his teeth against sensitive skin. Blaine's fingers stroke along his body, pinching his nipples, caressing his hip bones, and squeezing the head of Kurt's cock, rubbing the precome all over...

Kurt had thought that his second orgasm, with Blaine inside him, was the best thing he'd ever felt. But this is even better. He's been pushed past his point of resistance, past his usual capacity for pleasure. He is in free fall, completely supported by infinite trust in his lover who held him willing prisoner. He's never felt so light, so completely liberated.

Kurt is whimpering now as Blaine begins to jerk him off, slow and hard... Kurt's body is about to boil from sensation.

When he comes, Blaine's name is on his lips and wonder is in his eyes.

Blaine shudders and enjoys the clasp of Kurt's tightening muscles around his cock. He slows his thrusts as Kurt comes down, and slowly slides out with a sigh of regret.

He releases Kurt's legs, and licks his lips as he crawls over him, straddling his chest.

"Open your mouth," Blaine says raggedly.

Kurt is barely able to keep his eyes open - Blaine fucked every last bit of energy out of him. But he sees the feverish look in Blaine's eyes, and obediently opens his mouth.

Blaine groans as he pushes inside of Kurt's hot, wet, mouth.

"So good," Blaine whispers. "Relax and let me…"

He cradles Kurt's head in his hands, and begins to thrust. Kurt's lips are stretched around him, wet and red, and his eyes are so bright, so willing.

Blaine curses as he pulls out and yanks off the cock ring. He throws it over his shoulder (they'll probably find it in the fish tank next week), and shoves himself back into Kurt's mouth.

Nothing's stopping him from coming now, and Blaine's so close…

Blaine loses it, fucking Kurt's mouth, his fingers twining in that soft hair.

"Kurt, s'good, fuck, yes Kurt, hot, mine, fuck, always, Kurt, mine, oh, oh, ohhh," Blaine babbles, even as Kurt struggles to relax his throat. Blaine is fucking him deep - and Kurt likes it, likes taking him all the way in, making his Blaine sound like this, reach this point…

"Mine," Blaine roars, and begins to come, still pounding into that wet hole, filling it, marking it, making Kurt know he is Blaine's. Kurt struggles to swallow without choking - luckily he doesn't need to worry, Blaine's cock reaches so deep that his come slides down Kurt's throat without much effort.

When Blaine is fully spent, he stays there for a minute, enjoying how raw his cock feels when it rubbed against Kurt's tongue like that.

He pulls out eventually, and looks down at his angel. If he hadn't just had the most amazing orgasm of his life, just looking at Kurt would have gotten him hard again.

Kurt looks so sinful with Blaine's come on his stretched lips, his eyes shining with unshed tears and those gorgeously flushed cheeks.

"Beautiful," Blaine murmurs, and sinks down beside Kurt, untying his wrists hastily, then pulling him into his arms.

Kurt sighs happily, and Blaine kisses him deeply.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Blaine confesses, and Kurt purrs happily as he kisses Blaine.

"I never thought I could be so happy until I met you," Kurt responds. Blaine nuzzles his neck, truly content for the first time in years.

Kurt is his. Blaine will make sure Kurt is his forever.