Chapter VIII

From: Angel

You're so dead, Anderson

Blaine threw his head back and laughed at loud. For the past half hour he had been playing with the little controller, going from the gentler buzz to a vibration that would put an earthquake on shame. He also had walked by the choir room's door a few times to take a look at his beautiful Kurt.

The pale guy was sitting in a corner on the last row of chairs with both his hands twisting on his lap, his legs crossed as well. Blaine really wanted to go inside, throw the cheek-flushed boy over his shoulder and then hide him at his house for a whole month to do with him all the things on his mind... Maybe he needed a year.

To: Angel

Accept your punishment like a good boy, angel.

He waited a few seconds to make sure the message had arrived on Kurt's phone and he had already read it before turning the vibrator up to its maximum power. He saw Kurt tighten his arms around himself and duck his head. The rest of the members of the Glee club didn't even notice it; they were all looking at the little brunette on the front of the room singing an expressive song.

The bad boy remembered the girl from the school hallways; she was the one that always wore sweaters with animals on them and knee high socks. She walked like she ruled the place, but she was the usual victim for the jocks and their slushies.

He also remembered the first and only time that Azimio and Karofsky tried to slushy him and he ended twisting their arms and throwing the slushies at their faces. And he couldn't forget the time that he saw the jocks throwing the sticky iced drinks at his Kurt and Blaine saw red. Sure, Blaine went home covered in cuts and bruises that day, but the idiots didn't even think again about throwing things at his angel.

From: Angel

Stop! It is second time I came since I left your car. If Rachel stops singing I'll be screwed, I'm making all these weird noises and I can't stop moving. Blaaaaaaaaaaaine, I'm so sore I can't even stand my panties. Please stop. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease L

Feeling sorry for his little... His little Kurt, Blaine slowed down the vibration a little bit. He couldn't wait until he had the former tutor on his back on his bed. Blaine knew he wouldn't be able to control himself once they closed the house's door.

He wanted to be with Kurt, make him his.

He considered to turn off the vibrator, but then a new message arrived...

From: Angel

And besides I'm not your dog to be calling me "Good Boy", you asshole.

... and he pressed the button of maximum speed again.

From: Angel

BKAAAAAAAINE!

He was sure that meant that his little angel had come for the third time. And he couldn't stop wondering how wet Kurt was right then, how hot and sensitive he must felt. How would he moan and shiver under his mouth and around his fingers and cock. How loud he could make him scream while he was grinding in and out of his tight little pussy.

To: Angel

You're not being a good boy calling me that, angel. And of course you aren't my dog, you're my slave. You're my good boy.

To: Angel

I can't stop thinking of how loud I'll make you scream this afternoon, when I fuck you.

He had to focus himself on the loud brunette on the front of the room and her faked cry, to make his erection calm down a little bit. Half an hour was way too much time for him to wait. Blaine wanted his angel in that exac moment.

Blaine thought about really interrupting the class when his eyes met blue ones through the glass of the stupid door of the stupid classroom.

Kurt's cheeks were so flushed he could see it even from so far away.

Trying to play it cool he winked, hoping the porcelain skinned boy would see him. Then he turned around and pressed his back to the wall, maybe the cold surface would control his hormones.

From: Angel

And I can't stop wondering how good it would feel to have your big cock inside me instead of this stupid thing.

Oh damn.

What had happened to the sweet blushing virgin? Not that he minded, really. But he wanted to know what caused such... improvement?

Well, now he could hug and iceberg and melt the ice with his boner instead of cooling himself off.

To: Angel

You're so going to regret this, Hummel. You won't be able to walk for a month. Also I will slap that ass so hard you won't be able to sit either.

From: Angel

Will you punish me for being a bad boy, master? ;)

It would be easy to say that Blaine ran into the bathroom to take care of his big problem, but the damn thing was so hard and achy that it was actually painful to walk. So he had to limp to the damn bathroom.

The good thing was the it didn't take more than a few strokes to relieve himself. But he felt grossed out; he just had masturbated himself in a school bathroom.

From: Angel

How does it feel to come in the damn School?

He had done it on purpose...

The little shit wassogoing to pay.

"Did you find something to do while I was on glee?" Kurt teased with a smirk, leaning his back on Blaine's car where the bad boy was doing the same.

"We'll talk at home" Was all that he said before getting inside the car, with Kurt following his lead.

It was the taller guy's turn to be inappropriate while Blaine was driving; Kurt kept sneaking his hand under the tight white shirt, tracing the hard abs and making him go crazy. He almost lost his grip on the steering wheel when little teeth nibbled the shell of his ear and then pulled the lobe into his mouth.

"Kurt, angel, stop. Please" he whined holding both of Kurt's hands with one of his, "We're going to crash"

"Now you know how I felt. But, Blaaaaaine, I'm dying. Your stupid machine made me come four times. Four! And I couldn't even enjoy it 'cause I was in a room full of people. Now I feel all sticky and sweaty, but I want you to do...thatso I can have a proper relief."

Blaine chuckled; the baby penguin had come back.

"Where did my slutty dirty talking babe go? You, sure as hell didn't talk like that on your texts. You were saying how much you wanted my cock. You want it now, babe?"

"Shut up, I just wanted to make you feel the same way I was feeling; what Iamfeeling, 'cause the damn thing is still inside me. I'm just glad you turned it off."

Playing the part of a gentleman, Blaine opened the car's door for Kurt and then he let him walk into the house first. But as soon as the door was closed, he pressed the taller boy against it to ravish his mouth.

Kurt always tasted so good. Maybe it was because the pale guy had an addiction to Cherry flavored mints, but Blaine swore there was also something that was purely Kurt. The day before he had tasted a bit like coffee, cherry and that delicious flavor. But there wasn't any hint of coffee this time and he preferred it that way.

Blaine stumbled a little when Kurt jumped to wrap his long legs around his waist, he wasn't ready; but he managed not to fall and held the boy by his rounded ass, instead.

"I want you to fuck me, Blaine. I need to feel you inside me, filling me so much better than this stupid crap. Don't you wanna fuck me long and hard? Fill me with that big cock of yours?"

It was really hard to understand what Kurt was saying as he kissed the tanned neck and jaw, sucking hard to leave hickeys that matched the ones that Blaine had gave him the day before. He could feel the hot irregular breaths against his skin; hear the sound of Kurt's heart fast beats.

"I love when you talk like that, angel. You have a pretty filthy mouth."

"It's yours" he said shifting to wrap himself better around Blaine's body.

"Mine. You and your mouth are mine. Mine to fill and fuck as I want. 'Cause you're my little slutty slave, aren't you, Kurt?"

"Yes" he whined "Fuck me!"

Blaine walked until Kurt's back was pressed against the wall. It wasn't that his angel weighed too much, he didn't weigh a thing actually; but he wanted to run his hands along his gorgeous body and be able to rip all the clothes he wanted to.

"Fuck mewhat, Kurt?"

"Please? Fuck me, please?"

"No, fuck me what?!" he ground his hips against the V of Kurt's legs.

"Master! Fuck me, master! Please, please. Please, Master!"

He loved Kurt like that. All blushed and shameless, so horny that he didn't even remember how to keep his shy boy façade.

Blaine threw the boy over his shoulder and rushed upstairs, dropping him on the mattress with a loud thump.

"Are you a good boy, angel?"

Kurt nodded frantically "Yes, master, I swear"

"Don't lie to me, Kurt. Those texts weren't appropriate for a good boy."

Blaine smiled when Kurt moaned loudly as the vibrator inside him came to life. He had turned it on to the max speed again. He took advantage while Kurt was almost rolling on the bed to get rid of his own clothes until he was fully naked and kneeling in front of the former tutor.

"I can be a good boy. I swear, master. But please, stop it." He whimpered with big pleading eyes.

Blaine couldn't help but turn the damn machine. He was such a sucker for those beautiful big blue eyes.

"Thank you so much, Bl- Master"

"You have to do something for me, angel. No!" He stopped the other boy when he reached with his hand to grab his cock. "No yet. I want you to dance for me while you take off your clothes, angel"

He saw Kurt expression twist from needy to confused, cocking his head full of chestnut hair to the side "You want me to do a Strip-tease for you?"

"That's exactly what I want, babe. I can put some music if it makes you feel more comfortable." Kurt nodded as they both stood up. "What about this?"

Blaine searched through his music player until he found some jazz music. He thought that the music without any lyrics would relax the heavily blushing guy.

"I like it, Master" Kurt approved.

"Then dance, angel. Dance for your Master. Forme"

Sitting down on the bed again, Blaine leaned back on his hands to have a better perspective of the upcoming show.

Kurt stood in front of him for a few seconds, chewing on his lip and fisting his hands by his sides; and then he started moving. It started with a slow soft move of the hips from side to side; then rolling them and loosening the hard grip of his hands to run them along his thighs and chest until he reached his neck and threw his hands in the air. His eyes were closed, his lower lip still trapped between his little pointy teeth.

"Take off your clothes, angel. I want to see your gorgeous body"

Flushing even harder, Kurt started undoing the buttons of his vest from the bottom one. When he finished with them started with the shirt ones, without taking off the unbuttoned vest yet.

Blaine looked mesmerized at the thin line of pale skin that the undone shirt and vest allowed him to see. It fascinated him how even when they both were men, their bodies were so different. Kurt had that milky soft skin, while his was golden and rougher. Also, Kurt skin was free of hair while Blaine was pretty hairy. The pale guy's tummy was flat and soft, while his abs were defined.

Yeah, they were so different, but he wouldn't like it any other way.

He kept drooling while the taller guy rolled his hips faster as he slid the clothes off both his shoulders, one at the time, and letting them fall on the floor.

And then he had the full view of Kurt's broad freckled shoulders, the rosy nipples that he wanted to nibble so bad and the built muscles of his arms. Kurt was so damn beautiful and he didn't even know if he really deserved to be with him.

He knew that the former tutor wanted, and deserved, a romantic relationship. Someone who'd care for him and would take him out on dates; someone who he could present to his father and who would hold him close in his arms every night. And he couldn't give him that.

At least that was what he thought.

"You're missing my show, master" Kurt said straddling his legs without sitting on them.

The zip of the skin tight jeans was completely undone and the jeans were so low on his hips that he could almost completely see the blue thong he gave him earlier. When had he done that?

He found he didn't actually care when Kurt was giving him a fucking lap dance. The perfectly curved ass was grinding against from lower abdomen and groin to his upper thighs. One of the pale arms was hooked around Blaine's neck so they were cheek to cheek and the bad boy's lips brushed the corner of Kurt's mouth.

Blaine tried to slide his arms around the slim waist, but the boy in his lap gave him a little slap with his free hand.

"Nuh uh, you can't touch"

"Kurt"

He growled, hugging his soon-to-be lover from behind and keeping him seated on his lap, claiming the swollen lips with his. Kurt squeaked inside the sideways kiss and tried to shift so he could face him, but Blaine wouldn't allow him to. So the pale guy whined in protest as he slid his hand along his Master's arm, which was still wrapped around his waist, until he could intertwine their fingers together.

Suddenly, Blaine stopped the kiss and pushed the boy out of his lap so he was standing in front of him again.

"Won't you finish your dance for me, my little slave?"

"I can't take my jeans off while I dance... Well, I can't even when I'm standing. They're really tight, master. Can't you help me?" he pouted, playing with the undone waistband of his jeans.

Blaine chuckled and picked the boy by the waist again but this time, it was to throw him on the bed.

"You're such a tease, angel" he whispered when his angel assumed his favorite position with his hands above his head and his legs parted away.

He was grateful that Kurt had worn dress shoes and not his Doc Martens; he was way too hurried to take his time undoing those. He threw the shoes and the pants away to reveal the soaked lacy panties. Now he believed Kurt when he had said he had come four times. He reached to grab the controller forgotten on the side of the mattress.

"No, no please. Not again!" Kurt wriggled his legs.

"I thought you'd like it, angel" he said pained.

Had he been hurting Kurt for more than an hour and enjoying it?

"I do, I like it. Don't be sad, master." He caressed his cheek. "But I'm way too sensitive and if you make me come again It will hurt when you... you know, when you" he cleared his throat "fuck me" Kurt finished with an almost inaudible whisper.

"Your right angel, and we don't want you to get hurt. So no more orgasms for you until I'm filling you with, what did you called it?My big cock."

He left a few kisses on Kurt's hipbone while he took off the panties so he could rid of vibrator. Blaine couldn't resist running his fingers along the swollen folds of the small pussy and pressing his thumb softly to the oversensitive clit, earning a moan and a slap on his hand.

"Blaine, can you kiss me?"

The bad boy smiled as he crawled up on his body to reach the beautifully shaped lips. Kurt seemed determined to make him crazy. He nibbled at his bottom lip time and time again, running his tongue along the roof of Blaine's mouth and the back of his teeth; the tutor's fingers were tracing intricate patterns on Blaine's back, digging his nails on some spots when the olive skinned guy sucked his lips into his mouth or nibbled at his jaw; his ankles wrapped around Blaine's; and on top of it all, he was grinding his hips creating an addictive friction between his soaked wet pussy and Blaine's hard-as-rock cock.

"Blaine"

He felt the boy beneath him get tense and stopped kissing his jaw and rolling his hips against his.

"Babe? Is there something wrong?" he whispered softly, as if he was talking to a little kid, and kissed his forehead.

"Blaine, I-I want to... Uhm, can I?"

Cocking his head to the side and kneeling back, he raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Can you what, angel?"

"You know, uh. CanIsuckyourcock?" he rushed, blushing violently.

"You want to suck my cock, babe? Is that what you're saying" he caressed the flushed cheek. Kurt nodded. "Okay, uhm, it will be easier if you kneel while I'm sitting on the bed or if you're the one sitting, I just stand in front of you. What do you prefer, angel?"

Kurt muttered something that he didn't understand at all and blushed even harder. God, the guy was going to lose the blood at the rest of his body if he kept blushing like that.

"What was that? Are you sure you sure you want this, angel? You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"No! I want, I swear I want, please let me." He kneeled next to the bed. "Please,master?"

"God you're going to be the end of me, angel" he said through his teeth, leaning down to leave a peck on Kurt's temple.

Kurt laid his hands on the bad boy's thighs from his position, kneeled in between the tanned legs.

"Teach me how..." he asked with a little voice.

"Uhm, why don't you start by taking it with your hand? Like this" he closed his hand around Kurt's on his dick, making him tighten his grip. "Now pump it, yeah like that angel. You're such a good boy." He let out a noisy breath.

And then he felt it, a warm wetness giving kitten licks at the head of his cock. Kurt seemed so focused, concentrating on pumping his cock and licking it at the same time that he almost jumped out of his skin when Blaine ran his hand through the chestnut locks of hair.

"You're doing it so well, angel"

Kurt gave him a soft smile before taking the puffy head into his mouth, still licking it with the tip of his tongue. He almost stopped Kurt when he moved back, but relaxed when he saw that he was just readjusting his body so his neck was on a better angle to take more inside his mouth.

"Oh, babe" he moaned when soft lips closed around his oversensitive head and sucked hard, while the free hand played with his balls. "I love your mouth, angel"

More confident and smiling like the cat that got the milk, Kurt held the tip of the cock between his fingers, keeping it in place while his tongue ran up and down the shaft. And then there it was, the most warm and perfect glove around his cock, sucking and licking at the same time. Kurt's mouth was glory itself. The lips felt so great wrapping him, the tongue twirling on the sensitive spot behind the head, the cheeks hollowed because of the sucking, and the head going up and down on his shaft.

God, Kurt was made for sucking cock.

Blaine couldn't help but held the brunet's head with both his hands, pulling at his head to take him even deeper but automatically stopped when he heard Kurt gagging a bit. Taking his face between his hands, instead pushing him down with them he looked straight at those blue eyes that had some unshed tears because of the choking.

"You okay, angel? C'mere."

He pulled his former tutor up and sat him on his lap, one arm around his waist and his other hand wiping the only tear that had fallem of his eye. Kurt didn't miss a beat before wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, taking Blaine's breath away.

He could tell that the pale guy really liked kissing; he lunged in for a kiss every time that he got a chance. Not that he was complaining, not at all. He loved feeling Kurt's soft puffy lips on his, under his, between his. And as he recently has found out, he loved Kurt's lips around his erection.

"Can I try again? You taste so delicious"

Blaine chuckled raising his eyebrows. He liked the unashamed Kurt almost as much as he loved the blushing virgin one.

"What don't we call it a day, angel. I'm afraid to push you too hard. And besides, if you keep doing things like you were a minute ago, I would surely come in a matter of seconds; and I still haven't fucked that tiny tight cunt of yours."

"Fuck me then." He pressed a soft kiss to the rougher lips.

"Lay down for me, angel"

Once the pale boy was laying on the mattress, he made him arch his back and rise his hips so he could slide some pillows under him for a better angle.

"I really want to taste you down there..."

"No, please,master. I want you to fuck me now. Please, fill me with your big fat cock" he pleaded with a low voice that made Blaine shiver and groan.

Kneeling between the wide opened legs, Blaine started pumping one finger inside the tight pussy. He was soaked wet and really sensitive because of the vibrator. He had never heard Kurt moan like that, he sounded so needy; so sexy. When Kurt asked, he pushed in one and then two fingers more, stretching him as much as he could.

His cock wasn't oh-so-big, not like the ones that people compared to the porn actors. But he had a more than nice sized one. So yeah, he was big and he needed to stretch Kurt so it wouldn't hurt.

"Master, fuck me. Please, I'm ready. I'm so so ready" the blue eyed boy whined, thrusting his hips against Blaine's hand.

Nodding, the bad boy reached the condoms on the bed table's drawer. After he opened it, he gave it to Kurt, who was giving him pleading eyes which meant he wanted to roll it on. He helped the pale boy to roll down the latex on his cock, hissing at the feel of the other boy's hand on his hard on.

Finally he started running the head of his cock along the swollen folds of Kurt's hungry pussy. He brushed it against the clit and around the hole until he started pushing in. Kurt took a deep breath but nodded, encouraging him to continue. And so he did, slowly and backing up a few times before he could slide almost the whole shaft inside the tight pussy. They both were breathing heavy and moaning because of the sensations.

Kurt pussy was so damn tight and hot that it was going to kill him, the walls were contracting around his as if they were trying to swallow him; to keep him inside.

"Fuck, angel, you feel so damn good. Your little pussy is so damn good and tight and, oh! It's so hot, babe, so damn hot."

He like how Kurt had wrapped himself around him like a koala with his arms and legs; his flushed face hidden against the bad boy's neck, nipping at the skin between his neck and shoulder.

"And you feel so good inside me, master. Uh, so big, filling me up. Can you please fuck me?"

Leaving a little peck on those beautiful rosy lips, Blaine started grinding his hips against Kurt's, his dick pulsing every time that he was fully inside the hot cunt.

He wanted to pound hard inside him, to fuck him like he needed so bad. But he didn't want to hurt the pale boy, so he just started with lazy not-too-deep thrusts and, as he felt the walls loosening a bit, his pace picked up, fucking harder. After a few minutes Kurt started rolling his hips to meet his as he moaned and whined noisily. Blaine was sure that the pale boy was letting out all what he couldn't earlier at Glee Club.

"I want more. Fuck me harder, master!" Kurt cried.

Blaine took the pale legs and wrapped them over his shoulders so he could have a better angle. It felt so damn good and he could go faster. At the same time, he get found the sweet spot inside Kurt that was driving the guy insane.

He could feel the sweat dripping its way from his hairline to the edge of his temple, falling on the mattress or on Kurt's already sweaty chest.

"I'm going to come, master. You-you're going to make me come. So hard, Blaine, so hard"

"It's okay, angel" he managed to kiss the damp forehead "Come for me, I'll come with you."

It took Kurt just a dozen more thrusts to come whimpering hismaster's name and Blaine, just a few after that. He felt his whole body go stiff as his cock gushed inside of the condom and then his muscles went limp as he fell on Kurt's body.

He never felt so good in his life.

Blaine loved the sound of his name on the pale boy's lips as he came; he loved how he reached to kiss his lips when the waves of ecstasy receded. But most of all he loved how Kurt never let go of his neck, how he wanted to cuddle him even when he was reaching heaven's door.

The bad boy let go of Kurt as he took off the condom, knotting it and throwing it in the bathroom's trash can. Then, as he did the day before, he dampened a wash cloth to clean Kurt's pussy.

When he finished cleaning up, he laid down next to Kurt; whom instantly wrapped and arm and a leg around him and rest his head on his shoulder.

"Blaine" he whispered sleepily "I'm so glad you were the one who firstmade love to me"

And then he fell asleep, leaving an astonished Blaine gaping like an idiot.