“I owe you one, though. Remember?” Blaine asked, “For being so incredibly late.” He punctuated the last three words with kisses that trailed across Kurt’s chest.
br />“Of course I remember,” Kurt moaned, lacing his fingers through Blaine’s hair as he drug his tongue hot and heavy across Kurt’s left nipple, “I think you owe me more than one, actually.”

“Mmm. I can do that,” Blaine said. He blew lightly on Kurt’s nipple, watching on as it pebbled and Kurt writhed from the sensation.

“Do we have to use the handcuffs, though? They’re not soft like the ones I bought the other day.” Blaine laughed against Kurt’s chest, pressing one more kiss there before climbing from the bed.

“It’ll be worth it. I promise,” Blaine said.

Kurt huffed and looked up at the ceiling. They had the incredible fortune of lucking into having the Anderson house to themselves for the entire evening. Most of the time, they tended to gravitate toward Kurt’s place because it was closer to school and devoid of parents more frequently, but when presented with this wonderful and rare opportunity, they took it.

Blaine dug deep into the back of his third dresser drawer until he smiled and pulled out what had once been a leather shaving bag. Now, it served another purpose entirely. Tingles of anticipation shimmered in Kurt’s stomach as Blaine made his way back to the bed and sat down.

“You look nervous,” Blaine said, digging around in the bag’s contents, “Need a little courage?” Kurt already knew what was coming, but he still rolled his eyes when Blaine dropped a ridiculously long metal dildo onto his stomach.

“I still can’t believe that you spent three hundred dollars on a dildo,” Kurt said, picking it up and looking it over.

“It was worth every penny. I seem to recall you appreciating its merits loudly on more than one occasion,” Blaine grinned as he snatched it back and put it away in the bag before removing the gleaming handcuffs. Kurt flushed and bit lightly nervously on his bottom lip.

He trusted Blaine. Really, he did. It was just every time they’d used those handcuffs in the past, Blaine had been the one secured to the headboard. When Kurt had tried to serve himself up on a platter for Blaine, it had been the first time he’d ever been in that position. At first, he’d been excited. Just the thought that Blaine could do whatever he wanted to him was thoroughly enticing.

But then it had gone horribly wrong. His wrists really did still hurt and knowing that he was about to be put back into the things that had inflicted the pain in the first place was less than thrilling. So, he was trying really hard not to be nervous, because Blaine looked so excited and Kurt knew deep down inside that this was going to be amazing.�There was no way Blaine would let it be anything else.

"Ready?" Blaine asked as he straddled Kurt's thighs. He took a moment to slowly grind his hips against Kurt's, the rolling sensation lighting a fire in his stomach.

"I want to take your pants off first,"�Kurt said, but Blaine just laughed and again thrust against Kurt through four incredibly irritating layers of denim and briefs.

"I'll take care of that. I'll take care of everything." Kurt sighed and forced himself to relax, allowing Blaine to lift one of his arms and bring the tender skin on his inner wrist in for a gentle kiss. Blaine let his lips linger there for a moment before repeating the action with the other wrist. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Kurt said softly, accepting a kiss on his lips as Blaine slowly raised Kurt's arms to rest on the mattress above his head.

"Relax,"�Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear. A shock of cold enclosed Kurt's right wrist moments before the left one was pulled and secured into place. He tested his restraints and found them solid.

"Can you please take your pants off now?" Kurt asked, curling his fingers around the chain that connected the two cuffs as he looked up at Blaine's kneeling form.

"You first," Blaine said, settling back in on Kurt's thighs and just taking him in. Kurt felt like he was already naked as Blaine's eyes obviously raked over him. "You look amazing like this."

"I look like a criminal shackled to a prison cell wall,"�Kurt mumbled.

"Is that what you thought I looked like times you had me in this position?"�Blaine asked, crossing his arms and covering far too much of his gloriously exposed skin.

"No, it isn't."

"So what did you think about the way I looked?" Kurt hesitated, huffing a little and pulling at the handcuffs. He hated it when Blaine was right.

"I thought that you looked incredibly hot. It was so sexy the way you were just trusting me and letting me do whatever I wanted to you. There, are you happy now?"

"Incredibly," Blaine grinned, leaning down and kissing Kurt deeply, "Now shut up and let me do sinfully inappropriate things to you."

Blaine slid his hands up Kurt's stomach and then pulled them back down, dragging his nails against Kurt's smooth, pale skin. Kurt's eyes rolled back slightly at the feeling and he arched up into Blaine's hands, trying to get more. The metal cuffs dug painfully into his already sore wrists. The worst part of all was that it actually felt kind of good, which is something that Kurt would never admit under any circumstances.

As Blaine's hands moved down toward the fly of his jeans, Kurt felt his entire body seize up. He had something to tell Blaine.�Something important. How could he have almost forgotten? He watched on as Blaine worked his too-tight white jeans down his legs and tossed them over his shoulder without breaking their eye contact.

God that was hot.

Blaine's hands moved to the waistband of Kurt's briefs and Kurt jerked hard at the handcuffs, jolts of pain searing down his forearms.

"Wait!" he cried out. Blaine froze, his eyes wide and concerned, his fingers halting just beneath the top of Kurt's underwear.

"What's wrong? What did I�do?"

"You didn't do anything.�I need to tell you something,"�Kurt said. Blaine gave him a look as if to say 'Then why don't you tell me?', so Kurt did, "I was in the shower this morning... trimming things up the way I do."

"Okay."

"You know how I am about things being symmetrical. Well, I�accidentally went in too far on one side so I had to go in farther on the other side. And it kept happening until, well..."

"Well what?"

"It became necessary to go a little extreme."

"Extreme meaning?"

"I shaved it all off." Blaine swallowed. Hard.

"All of it?" he asked.

"All of it."

Kurt barely hard the time to finish saying the words before Blaine was yanking his underwear down. He dropped to the mattress between Kurt's legs and just stared.

"Oh my god," Blaine breathed, his head moving slightly back and forth as he took in the sight before him. Kurt tried to cross his legs but Blaine draped an arm over each thigh and held him down.

"I know it's weird. I'm so embarrassed," Kurt said, dropping his head to one side and waiting for Blaine to make a comment.

"It's not weird," Blaine said. Kurt shivered as he felt the long breath Blaine exhaled ghost over his dick. "It's amazing."

"Really?" Kurt asked, raising his head to look at Blaine only to find his boyfriend's gaze still entirely transfixed on the sight before him.

"It looks so... big."

"Well it's not exactly small."

"It's been inside of me, Kurt.�I'm fully aware of how big it is,"�Blaine smiled, "I'm just saying that... wow."

"Would you stop staring and do something? This isn't exactly a comfortable position, as you know."

"Right. Okay."

Blaine scooted up on the mattress until his face was right there. He curled one hand around Kurt's cock and started pumping it, moving painfully slowly up and down but not doing much else. There was no typical thumbing over the head or twisting ever so slightly. It was just a steady rhythm of loose and languid strokes. Before Kurt had the chance to complain about the speed and friction--or lack thereof--Blaine was pressing his mouth just to the side of Kurt's dick. He nuzzled his face there, trailing his lips and nose over the newly bare skin.

"What are you doing?"

"Exploring the uncharted territory," Blaine said between kisses pressed to Kurt's hips.

"You are so weird,"�Kurt moaned, trying to bury his head in his arm as Blaine pretty much just rubbed his face against Kurt's shaved skin.

"I'm not weird," Blaine defended, "I thought that I'd kissed every inch of your body, but that isn't true. This is new and you're just going to lay there while I�take the time to do this."

"Yes sir,"�Kurt laughed despite himself at Blaine's determination. What was the point in arguing?�It wasn't like he could just get up and leave, and it wasn't an entirely unpleasant sensation.

Blaine took his time. He drug his lips, licked, and sucked around Kurt's cock all the while still jerking him off at a tantalizingly slow pace. Kurt didn't want to admit that it was different like this, and he surely didn't want to admit that it was kind of amazing. What had started out as something heinously embarrassing that he'd done out of necessity and a need for balance and order was turning out to be yet another thing that Blaine apparently got off on. Honestly, Kurt was starting to lose count of them.

But as good as it felt as Blaine trailed that magnificent tongue of his around the base of Kurt's cock, as sexy as it was that Blaine was moaning at random intervals and grabbing almost fiercely onto Kurt's bare hips, it was starting to feel like a terrible exercise in teasing. The movements of Blaine's hand weren't doing much more than keeping Kurt hard.

"Please stop teasing me," Kurt gritted out, trying his hardest to thrust up into Blaine's fist. Blaine released his mouth from Kurt's skin and lifted up with a start. His eyes were dark and glassy and almost startled looking.

"I'm sorry,"�he breathed, "I just... Fuck, Kurt."

"It's not that different, is it?"

"It is. I don't know why, but it is. It's so sexy. You're so sexy," Blaine murmured before finally removing his hand and replacing it with his mouth.

Kurt's eyes clamped shut and he tried to bring his arms down to run his fingers through Blaine's hair. The handcuffs halted his movements, so he instead used them for leverage as his back arched off the mattress. He had no idea what had gotten into Blaine, but he couldn't form coherent enough words to ask.

Blaine usually only started in with his perversion-filled babbling when he was on the receiving end of their time together. But now, he was falling apart for entirely different reasons. It made Kurt's cock twitch, the movement hungrily swallowed down by Blaine's eager mouth. Every time Blaine breathed out, Kurt could feel it hot and vivid against his skin. All he wanted to do was touch Blaine, but he settled for grasping onto the headboard. It wasn't good enough, but what other choice did he have?

The feeling of Blaine's hands caressing this newly uncovered skin, skin that had never had the pleasure of being truly touched before, made Kurt shudder almost as much as the practiced ministrations of his mouth did. Blaine's head was bobbing up and down with alternating levels of suction and tongue and he never once used his hand on Kurt again because his hands were busy mapping out the flat plane of�Kurt's hips, tracing fingertips over the shaved skin, thumbing spirals over his balls.

Blaine had given Kurt a lot of blowjobs over the last few months, but this one was definitely the best. Kurt didn't know if it was because of the shaving or the fact that he couldn't do anything other than lie there and take it or what, but it was definitely the most intense, most phenomenal, most, just, amazing blowjob he'd gotten. Kurt could feel everything.

"Blaine," Kurt choked out as a warning when Blaine started rapidly flicking his tongue at the super sensitive place just beneath the head of his cock. He wanted to come so badly. Partially for the release and partially because he knew that once he did, Blaine would undo the handcuffs and he could finally touch Blaine.

But instead of continuing on like he usually did, Blaine instead sat up, putting all parts of his body far away from Kurt and leaving him yanking at the cuffs in protest. Kurt opened his mouth to complain, to yell, to beg, to do anything to get Blaine's mouth or hands back on him because he was so hard it really hurt, but Blaine just smiled as he stood and worked his jeans and boxer briefs to the floor. His own cock looked to be just as hard as Kurt's was, the tip already shining wet with precome.

"I need you to fuck me," Blaine said, his eyes even darker now, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Yes," Kurt groaned, "Uncuff me, please."

"I need to know if it feels different with you all bare like this," Blaine told him, reaching out a hand to smooth over the place where neatly trimmed and shaped hair usually sat. Kurt moaned, jerking his hips up into the touch.

"Oh god. Please let me go."

"No,"�Blaine said firmly, giving Kurt's cock one teasing stroke before digging around in that damned leather bag again.

"But," Kurt said, unable to finish the sentiment because Blaine was producing a condom and a bottle of lube and Kurt had absolutely no idea what was going on. He was so turned on and so confused that he just simply couldn't find any other words to use.

"Do you want to watch?" Blaine asked, climbing onto the bed and spreading some lube onto three of his fingers. Kurt just nodded and Blaine smirked before turning around and straddling Kurt's thighs backward. He dropped forward, his free hand supporting his weight between Kurt's feet and the other reaching behind himself.

"Oh my god, Blaine,"�Kurt breathed, watching on with his mouth open as his boyfriend slid one finger into his ass.

One turned into two which was quickly followed by three, and all Kurt could do was lie there with his mouth open, short panting breaths puffing from his lips, and his cock getting even harder than it already was. After he had spent far more time than he really needed fingering himself, Blaine finally stopped and turned around. A little knowing smile was playing on his lips as he snatched up the condom and ripped it open, dropping the wrapper to the floor and rolling it down Kurt's cock. Even that felt amazing, and Kurt let out with a practically inhuman sounding moan as Blaine's fingers slid it down until it was secure at the base.

"I want to try something new," Blaine explained, "I've been wanting to try it for a long time."

"Whatever you want. Just do it,"�Kurt rasped. He could feel how flushed his face was and was acutely aware of just how desperate and pathetic he sounded. But if he wasn't inside of Blaine in the next few seconds, he was pretty sure that he was going to come without even being touched and that was definitely not how he wanted the evening to end.

Blaine moved until his feet were astride Kurt's hips, his knees resting along Kurt's sides.

Oh. Now Kurt got it.

Wow.

"Just hold still, okay?" Blaine said. Kurt nodded dumbly. Blaine reached down and took Kurt's cock in one hand, holding it steady as he lined himself up and started to sink down.

Kurt tried to formulate some kind of phrase to let Blaine know how amazing he looked like that, how unbelievable it felt to be inside of him, but all he could do was let out with a throaty moan and curl his fingers around the slats of the headboard. Once he had sunk down all the way, Blaine sucked in a shuddering breath and looked up at Kurt through his eyelashes.

God he was beautiful.

After he took a few moments to adjust to Kurt's size and the feeling of the new position, he lifted himself up a few inches before sliding back down.

Oh.

My.

God.

Kurt had been inside of Blaine plenty ever since they'd finally made that big step in their relationship, but never like this. Never when he couldn't touch Blaine. And never when Blaine had been the one controlling the speed, the angle, the intensity. It was fucking amazing.

As he raised and lowered himself, Blaine's thighs tensed, his muscles working hard and looking positively edible. Kurt stared at Blaine's cock as it bobbed in the air with Blaine's movements. Kurt had never wanted to touch something so badly in his life. When a single drop of precome fell from the tip of Blaine's dick onto Kurt's stomach, he couldn't help it when he thrust up hard into Blaine.

"Touch yourself. Please," Kurt begged, "I want to but I�can't, so please do it." Blaine didn't miss a beat, just kept moving as he took one hand and wrapped it around himself.

"This feels so good. Oh my god, Kurt. I can feel your bare skin on my ass. It feels so amazing. Fuck," Blaine moaned, lowering himself down about halfway and just rolling his hips in a circle a few times. His eyes rolled back in his head before he clamped them shut, letting out a string of rapidly delivered obscenities.

"Harder, Blaine. Please harder," Kurt said, "I�need to come."

Blaine anchored his free hand, the one that wasn't roughly jerking himself off, on Kurt's stomach as he leaned forward a bit and doubled his speed. The heat, the friction, the sensation of Blaine's bare skin touching his own each time he sunk down was just too much. Kurt wanted to touch him, wanted to grab onto those muscular thighs, to feel the work they were doing to make all of this possible, to replace Blaine's hand with his own and be the one to make him come hard all over his own stomach. But he couldn't. Kurt couldn't do anything but pull on his restraints, ignoring the pain and just giving in to the pleasure. And finally, with a particularly forceful thrust up, Kurt came.

His entire body went stiff, his hips surging slightly all on their own as his cock pulsed inside Blaine. He could feel his breath catch in his throat, his eyes widen before falling blissfully shut. As his eyes reopened, he saw that Blaine was staring right at him, and that was all it took for Blaine to come as well. He stilled, leaning even farther forward and digging his fingers into Kurt's chest as he shot hot white streaks across Kurt's stomach. When he leaned in even more, he lost his balance and went toppling onto Kurt's chest.

"Wow,"�Blaine breathed against Kurt's slightly sweaty skin, "That was even better than I�thought it would be."

"It was unbelievable,"�Kurt agreed, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of Blaine's breaths slowing and steadying in sync with his own.

"So, are we even now?" Blaine asked with a lazy smile. He sat up and fumbled for the bag at the foot of the bed.

"Absolutely,"�Kurt said before realizing his error, "I mean, maybe. I�haven't decided yet."

"Whatever can I do to seal the deal?"

"Undoing these handcuffs certainly couldn't hurt." Blaine pulled out the key and made quick work of unlocking the cuffs, immediately pressing kisses to Kurt's reddened wrists. "Well?"

"I suppose we're even. But only because that was so amazing," he said.

"Well, one of us is bound to mess up again sometime soon," Blaine shrugged.

"How dare you. I'm perfect and never do anything wrong," Kurt mock-protested as he rubbed at his wrists.

"I can think of one thing you're doing right now that isn't perfect."

"And that is?"

"You're not kissing me."

"Well let's remedy that," Kurt said with a smile, pulling Blaine down for a searing kiss that made him forget all about his sore wrists.