The mall is still crowded in the late hours of the evening and as Kurt pulls the curtain of the changing room aside, and watches his husband squirm in his seat, he's aware of the danger of getting caught.

Kurt turns his head, looking into the mirror over his shoulder and admiring just how well the tight shorts he's tried on hug his ass. A smirk spreads on his lips as he reaches for the small remote he'd placed onto the small stool next to him.

He pulls the curtain aside just in time to witness how Blaine's eyes slightly widen and a startled gasp escapes him, his knuckles turning white from digging his fingers into the armrests of his seat.

It's risky, Kurt knows that, they both know. He can hear the rustling of clothes and the sound of zippers from the other changing rooms, but for now, they're alone in the small corner, hidden behind a wall from the eyes of the other customers.

"Hey honey, what do you think? Do they look good on me?" Kurt asks, feigning innocence and unawareness of the sweet torture he's putting his husband through. The pair of red shorts he's tried on is incredibly tight, nearly cutting into his flesh and barely covering the pale round cheeks.

The small remote still in his fingers, Kurt can't resist the temptation to play with the little switch, and once again Blaine's body reacts so beautifully that is makes the blood rush down to his hardening cock.

Blaine's eyelids with its pretty long lashes flutter before lifting and revealing a pair of brown, pleading eyes.

"Please, I...," Blaine starts but his voice breaks as another jolt of pleasure rushes through his body, the remote-controlled vibrating ring around the base of his hard and aching cock leaving him completely helpless and at Kurt's mercy.

"Don't you like them, honey?" Kurt asks with a fake pout, taking a step closer before turning around.

With his ass merely inches away from Blaine's face, Kurt can feel his husband's hot breath against the back of his thighs. His blue eyes dart around, making sure no one can see them and then, in one quick movement, the pants along with his underwear are gone.

It's a thrill.

Anyone could walk in on them, any second. 

"I asked you a question, Blaine," Kurt says, his tone demanding obedience.

Blaine whimpers, and the sound is so sweet and needy that Kurt can't help but reach behind his back and run his fingers through the black curls before forming into a tight grip.

"I-I, please, Kurt-"

A warning tug makes Blaine realize his mistake.

"Please, Master, let me taste you, please," Blaine whispers, his voice trembling.

"You're so desperate for it, huh? So desperate for my tight little hole, aren't you Blaine," he whispers in a low voice, and from the small tremble against his palm he knows that his words have sent a shiver down his husband's spine.

Without warning Kurt pushes the small switch on the remote to the highest setting.

Blaine's eyes snap open as a hot wave begins to pool at the base of his cock before it explodes - seconds later - shooting sparks through his whole body.

He cries out.

But no head peeks out from one of the curtains, no one comes running around the corner to ask if something's happened.

Kurt's pale cheeks quiver a little as Blaine continues to groan from where is face is pressed against them.

The vibrations become slower again, less intense, but with the feel of Kurt's twitching rim against his lips, the strong and earthy scent clouding all of his senses, Blaine doesn't even notice.

"Look at you, such a slut, such a slut for my ass," Kurt hisses above him, rocking back against him and Blaine obediently begins to flicker the small, puckered opening.

Kurt has to fight back a groan as the wet drag of Blaine's tongue makes the heat twist in his stomach, his hole clenching and his hard cock throbbing hot and heavy against his belly.

Once again, Kurt's thumb makes the switch on the remote move and it has Blaine's head jerk in his grip, a groan rumbling through his throat as he begins to lap at Kurt's twitching hole as if his life depends on it.

"Fuck, you're like a dog," Kurt whispers in a strained voice, "A needy little dog who can't get enough of licking its master's hole, isn't that right, Blaine?"

Blaine's only response is a small whimper. When Kurt pulls the soft flesh of his cheeks further apart, Blaine instantly tilts his chin and begins to lick all around and over the pink, now glistening hole, determined to reach every inch.

Suddenly, the curtain across from them moves and seconds later it gets pulled open.

Kurt can hear his own heartbeat drumming inside his ears as he's back inside the safety of his changing room. His pants are still down to his knees, his hole, now slick with saliva fluttering at the phantom touches of Blaine's tongue and his cock throbbing and aching and in desperate need for attention.

Peeking through the small slit of the curtain, his eyes follow the middle-aged man as he walks past, giving Blaine a short nod before disappearing in between clothes racks.

With more customers filling up the quiet corner of the shop, Kurt knows it's too dangerous to continue with their little game.

Blaine is still sitting in the chair, not daring to move or let alone think about moving without Kurt's permission. His face is flushed from the slight lack of oxygen, a trail of saliva running down his mouth and his chest rising heavily as he tries to relax under the constant - nearly unbearable - pleasure pulsing against and through his cock.

"I think I'm gonna buy them, what do you think, darling?" Kurt asks a few minutes later as he steps out of the changing room, holding the shorts up in front of Blaine's face.

Once again, Kurt's blue eyes glance around, before he lowers his head down.

"You've been very good today, sweetheart. How about we'll rush home now and then I'm gonna chain you to the bed - you love being chained to the bed, don't you," Kurt whispers, noticing the small tremor that runs through Blaine's body, before he cups his husband's chin, "then I'm gonna ride you and you know what?" he pauses, letting his eyes sweep over Blaine's handsome face, admiring how his plump bottom lip quivers from tension, " You're gonna keep this on the whole time."

Kurt finishes his sentence with placing his palm against the visible bulge of Blaine's pants, pressing against it and stiffing Blaine's surprised yelp by crashing their lips together.