Blaine Anderson was a mess.

A writhing, whimpering, desperate mess. Wrists and ankles wrapped tightly in silky ties, tying him to the bedposts so he was spread on his back on the bed, wanton and open and ready for taking. Taking that Kurt Hummel was only too happy to do, in time.

“Please Kurt, please! It’s been nearly an hour, I need you in me already. Please, I am begging you.” Blaine’s head was thrashing on the pillow, hips canting into thin air, and back arced so high off the bed his restraints were pulling taut. Kurt was really enjoying the view. Yes, he got to see his beautiful boyfriend in many compromising positions on a near daily basis, but he really and truly treasured these moments.

Blaine always looked so perfect when he was aching hard and desperate to be touched, wanting more and now and harder and faster and please. “Shhh, honey. I’m right here, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Kurt purrs. Whining and whimpering, Blaine closes his eyes and continues to thrust his hips up into the air, begging for some friction and the release he had been looking for after nearly an hour. Kurt sits up on his knees, and repositions himself comfortably between Blaine’s spread legs.

He leans forward, and ghosts a kiss over Blaine’s kiss-swollen lips, moving slowly down the column of his throat, nipping and sucking and biting as he went. He can feel Blaine’s moans dying in his throat with every suck and bite on the sensitive skin of his throat. He keeps his pace slow, tantalizing and teasing, skimming over his collarbone, and leisurely licking at Blaine’s nipples. His boyfriend was near breaking point, keening and writing beneath him, but Kurt knew it would be worth the wait; it always was.

He slides slowly down Blaine’s torso, teeth dragging over the sensitive skin of his stomach, sucking marks into the juncture of Blaine’s hips. Blaine moanes wantonly above him, arching his back and tilting his aching cock towards Kurt’s mouth. “Please baby, I need you on me, please stop teasing, I need you so bad, I want you so bad, just please, please Kurt, please.” Blaine was babbling now, want and need and now and fast overpowering his ability to form coherent sentences.

Kurt chuckles darkly at his words, before positioning himself in such a way that he could lick and suck at Blaine’s cock, but Blaine could not thrust forward for more. Blaine was not the one in control tonight. It was Kurt’s turn, and he was going to use his powers very wisely indeed. Leaning forward, he drapes an arm over Blaine’s hips, pinning him to the bed further, and very slowly licks a straight line from root to tip of Blaine’s throbbing cock.

Blaine throws his head back, eyes rolling and breath coming fast and hard, moaning like a man that has been touched for the first time. “Oh yes baby, yes, oh your mouth, you’re so good at this, fuck you’re amazing.” Kurt smiles, licks the same path up Blaine’s cock again, paying particular attention to the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, and swirls his tongue around the head. He laps at the pre-come pooling there, licking into the slit, and sucking on the head like he was born for this. He knows just how Blaine likes it, and he knows how close Blaine is. His hands are clenching on his ties, hips thrusting at Kurt’s mouth, and moans and incoherent praise all getting lost in his haze of pleasure.

Kurt allows one last lick up his cock, and pulls away with a smirk. He rubs the tender flesh on the inside of Blaine’s knees, bringing him back, calming his keening and his moans at the loss of Kurt’s mouth on him. “Now now baby, can’t have you coming before the fun really begins, can we?”.

He smirks at Blaine’s desperate whines for more and yes we cans and please Kurts, before climbing back up Blaine’s torso, stretching over him to the bedside locker, and getting the lube and condoms he got earlier. He pulls back, hovering over his gorgeous, sweaty, mess of a boyfriend, before crashing his lips down on Blaine’s. Teeth clashing, and tongues fighting, and mouths open, and Kurt wants, no needs, this just as much as Blaine. He moans into Blaine’s mouth, hands gripping his sweaty curls and tugging on them fiercely, pulling his mouth closer to his own, wanting more from Blaine, wanting everything he can give him. Hearing Blaine’s broken moans, and whispered pleas, he realises he has been rutting down on Blaine’s rock hard cock, desperately trying to get himself off.

Steadying himself, he pulls back from the kiss with a drag of Blaine’s bottom lip between his teeth, willing himself to remember the task at hand. “No, please baby, more, I need more, I need you so bad!” Kurt actually feels a little sorry for how desperate and wanting his boyfriend is, and presses a kiss to his hip. “One sec baby, one more sec and I’ll be in you, ok? Just wait, soon you’ll be coming so hard you’ll see stars, I promise.” he whispers against Blaine’s skin, heat and need radiating off him in waves.

He pops the cap on the lube and slathers two fingers quickly. Using his clean hand, he taps Blaine’s hips, motioning him to arch them up to place a pillow underneath him. Then, slow and teasing, he traces his dripping fingers down the crease of Blaine’s thigh, past his aching cock, his balls, over his perineum, and finally, finally, circles Blaine’s hole, watching in what can only be described as awe as his boyfriend clenches and relaxes his muscles, desperately trying to get Kurt inside him.

“Oh baby please, I need you now, ple-“ his pleas dying in his throat as Kurt thrusts both fingers inside him fast and hard, thrusting in and out in a relentless pace, fucking his fingers into Blaine, curling them up to find that perfect spot inside his boyfriend that makes his eyes roll back in his head. Sure enough, one touch to his prostate and Blaine is yelling, arching off the bed, straining his ties and repeating his name, over and over, wanting it harder and faster and more, cries of ‘Oh God’ and ‘please’ melding into one. Kurt rubs over the bundle of nerves relentlessly, bringing Blaine to the brink of orgasm, throbbing cock slapping off his stomach, skin there shiny with pre-come. Just as he can feel Blaine clenching and tightening around his fingers, he pulls out fast, reaching for more lube.

Blaine is on the verge of tears, breath coming hard and fast, panting and cursing, writhing with desperation to get some release. Kurt grabs a condom from the bed, tearing it open with his teeth, and pulls it on, giving his aching cock a few pulls, hard and tight, as he lathers it in lube. God knows Blaine wants it hard and rough, but he doesn’t want to hurt him, never wants to hurt him. He positions himself at Blaine’s hole, and locks eyes with his boyfriend.

Grabbing his hips, he thrusts forward, sheathing himself in the delicious heat and tightness and perfection that is his Blaine, crying out with relief at being inside him, ready to take him again. Blaine has already started moving, thrusting his hips as much as his bonds will allow, until finally Kurt gets the message, pulls out of Blaine so that it’s just the head of his cock in Blaine’s hole, and thrusts forwards with a grunt, burying himself in the heat once more. Blaine is delirious with the pleasure now, moaning and whining and keening so loud that Kurt is sure that the neighbours can hear.

He picks up an unforgiving pace, pulling right out of Blaine before thrusting back in with enough force to knock the moans from Blaine’s lips. He can feel himself losing his rhythm, thrusts becoming erratic as he is pulled closer and closer to the edge. The heat coiling in his stomach is spreading through him like wildfire, every nerve on fire, as he thrusts relentlessly. Leaning over Blaine, he sucks his tongue into his mouth, clamping a hand down on Blaine’s throat, cutting his air supply, swallowing his breath and his cries of pleasure down into the heat in his stomach, and suddenly Blaine is thrashing, chest heaving, clenching his muscles down on Kurt’s cock, and crying out Kurt’s name as his come paints streaks across both their chests.

Kurt releases his grip on Blaine, as his hole clenches down on Kurt once more, milking the orgasm from his cock, and then Kurt is the one seeing stars, he can’t hold on, and he is screaming out, Blaine’s name on his lips, biting down on Blaine’s shoulder to muffle his cries, coming harder than he has ever done before.

His limbs seem to have lost all power as he comes back from his high, pulling out slowly, and flopping ungracefully on the sweaty chest of his heavily breathing boyfriend. He feels like jelly, but he turns his head and meets Blaine’s lips for a kiss, sweet and soft and loving, thanking him and loving him without words. Blaine pulls back slowly, and locks eyes with him. “You, Mr. Hummel, are a cruel, cruel man, but good god, that was the hardest I think I have ever come, including that time in your dad’s garage.. Thank you baby, you always know just what to do to make me feel good. But before you get too comfy, can you sort out these ties please?” He chuckles at Kurt, watching as he rolls himself off his chest, removes and disposes of his condom, before turning and releasing Blaine’s limbs, kissing each joint one at a time.

Once Blaine is free of his bonds, he grabs the closest pillow and stretches out, waiting as Kurt cleans them both off before pulling him down for some post-amazing-sex cuddles. Kurt curls into his touch, head resting in the crook of his neck. He smiles at Kurt, brushing his hair away from his eyes, as he kisses his temple. Kurt leans into the touch of his hands, kissing his palm, as he whispers into Blaine’s neck, sleep taking over. “Thank you for letting me take care of you. Now, sleep time or we won’t have the time, or energy, for Rach’s party tonight, ok? I love you.” Blaine snuffles into his pillow, arm draped over Kurt, each man’s leg curled around the other’s, as he whispers “I love you too”, safe and content in each other’s arms as always.