On any other night, stepping out of the bathroom with just a towel around his hips to find his fiancé home early would have thrilled Kurt. But he’d had a plan in mind, and if there was one thing Kurt hated, it was dashed plans. He’d spent a good part of the lag end of his shift at the magazine teasing Blaine with his surprise idea to ‘help him work off the tension’ of Blaine’s production in Godspell rapidly approaching opening night. He’d been pretty sure he’d left Blaine panting by the time he stopped, and had planned accordingly for the night. He’d pulled out his favorite pair of spike heeled boots, knowing what they did to Blaine, and had arranged his surprise carefully on the bed to get into before his boyfriend got home.

But now said boyfriend was already home, an expectant smile on his face even as he blushed a little at Kurt’s bare chest. Kurt sighed a little, frowning as Blaine’s face dropped. “Welcome home, honey,” he finally spoke, moving forward to peck Blaine on the top of his head. “I’m glad to see you, even if you have ruined my evening plans.” Blaine arched an eyebrow at that, drawing away to fake glare up at Kurt.

“Gee, and I thought me managing to get away an hour early would excite you.” He pouted, and Kurt couldn’t resist a laugh as he pressed a kiss to those plump lips.

“I am excited.” He cast a rueful glance at the bed. “But I just…” Blaine frowned and followed his gaze, his eyes widening immediately at the sheen of the jet-black material on their red sheets. Kurt heard his fiancé inhale sharply, and turned back to see Blaine’s eyes fixed on the bed, his gaze dark with lust.

“Is that… were you…”

Kurt huffed and moved over to the bed, flopping down on his back and turning to his side to stroke his fingers over the material of the corset. “Yeah. I know how they always get you going.” He bit his lip, fully aware of how coy the move looked. “And I really thought you needed something to… hmm, distract you.” Kurt beckoned Blaine over with a single finger and come-hither eyes, but even he was surprised by how quickly Blaine zoomed over. Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Easy there, or I’m going to think you’re only into me for my hot body,” he teased. Blaine looked up from the corset, mouth agape and eyes wide. He blinked rapidly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“N-no, I just mean… wow.” He laughed softly. “I’m sorry to have interrupted you.” Blaine scrunched his face up, looking pensive. “Although I’m sure we can still find some use for it.”

Kurt huffed out a laugh, leaning forward to kiss Blaine’s cheek. “Oh, I fully intend to,” he murmured seductively, drawing back to trail two of his fingers down his own chest. Blaine followed the movement with a hungry look.

“I-it’d be a shame to let it go to waste,” he stammered out, licking his lips as Kurt began to toy with the hem of his towel. Kurt laughed breathlessly, nodding in agreement.

“You want to give me a minute to put it on? I know the surprise is ruined, but I can still rock it.” Blaine blinked again, eyebrows drawing together over the top of his nose as he thought.

“Actually…” He hesitated, licking his bottom lip again, making Kurt want to suck it into his mouth. Wait, Blaine was saying something. “I sort of. Really want to lace you up in this.” Blaine glanced up from where his fingers were playing with the laces running up the back of the garment. His gaze was hopeful.

Kurt exhaled slowly. “Really?” Blaine had never shown any sort of indication that he’d wanted… he was always so eager to unlace the bodice from Kurt and fuck him, he’d just never imagined it the other way around. Kurt was surprised to find that the thought of it made his cock throb. He took a deep breath and nodded a little.

“That’s okay?” Blaine confirmed, searching his eyes. Kurt nodded again, more confidently now. This was about Blaine, after all. And since the thought was clearly turning him on as well, why not? He slipped a finger under the hem of his towel, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.

“Do you want me to put anything else on, or…?” He hadn’t really expected an answer, and so Blaine continued to surprise him by looking thoughtful. Kurt arched an eyebrow as Blaine kicked off his shoes and crawled across the bed to his bedside table, ass wiggling as he bent down to slide open a drawer. Kurt grinned and resisted the urge to reach out and slap his butt.

Blaine returned, looking a little bashful. “Look, if this is weird, just…” He shook his head and sighed. “I just. Yeah.” Kurt resisted the urge to pat his cheek and glanced down at what Blaine had in his hands.

Oh. A hot, dizzying spike of arousal flared down his spine as he shuddered. Blaine was holding a pair of black silken panties, with beautiful dark purple lacing and a tiny bow on the front and back – where his cock and asshole would be. Kurt’s head swam a little as he stared at the piece of clothing, his mouth going dry as possibilities rushed through his head.

“That was definitely a kink I didn’t know you had,” he blurted out, still transfixed by the sheen of the silk. Blaine laughed a little, offering it up and blushing even as Kurt accepted the lingerie.

“I just thought it might look nice with the corset,” Blaine responded shyly. The corners of Kurt’s mouth lifted in amusement as he rubbed the material of the panties between his fingers and wondered how it would feel against his cock.

Well then.

“Kudos to you for trying to use design on me,” he laughed as he slid off the bed, carelessly tugging the towel off and allowing it to puddle on the floor. His movements as he slipped on the panties, however, were far more graceful and sensuous. He bent forward to slide them smoothly up his legs, biting his lip to contain his moan as he felt the heat of Blaine’s gaze follow. The silk felt amazing against the skin of his legs, and the sound of Blaine snapping his jeans button open and pulling the zipper down only spurred Kurt on. By the time he settled the panties on his hips and adjusted himself, Blaine looked like he wanted to devour him.

“Shit, Kurt,” Blaine groaned, palming himself indiscreetly through his briefs. “You look so hot, I knew you’d look amazing in them.” Kurt bit his lip and cocked a hip, offering Blaine a sultry stare that made him groan again. Blaine swallowed and looked as if he was debating something.

“Um. Turn around?” he finally spoke, licking his lips. “I-I bought them at first… thinking of how fantastic your ass would look in them.” The air whooshed out of Kurt’s lungs at that, and he hurried to turn and bend a little, displaying his ass and shooting Blaine an intense look over his shoulder.

“Well? What’s the verdict?” Kurt purred out, although he was fairly sure he knew the answer. He heard the shuffle of fabric and straightened, turning to see Blaine kicking off his jeans with intense eyes. Kurt shifted forward, turning once more and shivering as Blaine cupped his ass between his hands.

“Mmmm. Just as gorgeous as I thought you’d be.” Kurt nearly bit his tongue as he fought to suppress a moan when Blaine’s warm thumbs stroked along the waistband of the panties, just below his back dimples. He squeaked a little as Blaine’s dry lips pressed against the curve of his lower back, his tongue flicking out to lick a damp trail down to the waistband. Kurt realized he’d been holding his breath as Blaine drew away.

Kurt turned, smiling a little as Blaine picked up the corset reverently. He could feel a blush beginning to stain his cheeks as Blaine stood up, fingering the laces of the garment and smiling fondly if not a bit excitedly. “Let’s get this thing on you, hmmm?” he spoke, and Kurt nodded and stepped forward obligingly even as he arched an eyebrow.

“This thing, as you speak of it, happens to be an original creation made by the fantastic –” Blaine cut him off with a kiss, humming against his lips as he unlaced the corset and backed away to wrap it around Kurt’s slim waist. Kurt ran his tongue over his bottom lip as Blaine gestured for him to turn.

“Wait.” Kurt steered them back towards the bed, slipping past Blaine to lie down on his stomach and lift his ass just a little. He heard Blaine inhale shakily and smiled to himself, one cheek pressing against the mattress as he wiggled his butt.

“This is definitely a better idea,” Blaine agreed huskily. The bed springs creaked a little as they accommodated Blaine’s weight, and Kurt felt hot breath ghost over his lower back as Blaine kissed one dimple, and then the other. “The view is much nicer.” Kurt shuddered in anticipation, letting out a petulant moan as Blaine shifted back. He heard chuckling before he felt Blaine’s hot body pressing against his, bare chest against barely clothed back. Blaine nibbled teasingly at the nape of Kurt’s neck, grinding his cloth-covered erection against the silken fabric covering Kurt’s ass before retreating once more to finish the job. His fingers were nimble on Kurt’s higher back as he began lacing down, his grip firm and steady.

Kurt shifted impatiently at the teasing little brushes of skin as Blaine moved lower. “God, you look so beautiful,” his boyfriend breathed above him. “If only you could see yourself Kurt, all spread out and waiting for me.” Blaine’s weight shifted so that he was straddling Kurt’s hips, and Kurt let out a little squeak at the obviousness of Blaine’s arousal.

He heard Blaine sigh softly, perhaps in satisfaction. “You remember the safe word?” he asked quietly, tightening the laces. Kurt nodded against the covers, his hips stuttering forward as he rutted down against the mattress.

“O-of course. Blaine, please.” Kurt’s voice came out sounding raw, and he heard Blaine gasp a little in response. Another kiss to the top of his spine, and Blaine’s fingers pulling the laces taut – not tight enough to hurt, but enough that Kurt could feel it. “Please, sir.”

The word fell from Kurt’s lips before he could catch it, and he felt Blaine freeze. Kurt whined high in his throat and stilled his hips, something hot bubbling up from within the pit of his stomach as Blaine growled.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to take such good care of you.” A final tug. “So fucking gorgeous and so fucking mine, aren’t you?” Kurt keened, nodding frantically. “Hush, my darling. Good things come to patient sluts who wait.” A bolt of arousal shot through Kurt at that single word, and before he could stop himself, a low groan escaped him.

Kurt could almost hear Blaine smile. “You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?” he cooed, shifting back and rubbing soothingly over the firm cheeks of Kurt’s ass. “So desperate for my cock? Want it in you, baby? Want me fucking into you so hard you can’t remember your own name?” Kurt’s back arched up as he sobbed into the mattress, his blood pounding with lust.

“Yes yes yes oh god, sir, please,” he begged. A swift slap was delivered to one ass cheek, and Kurt yelped in surprise, hips bucking forward. Blaine’s hand came down hard on the other cheek as well, and Kurt felt his cock harden further, almost unbearably turned on.

“Hush,” Blaine scolded, his voice dropping a little lower. “Behave yourself. Now, get up so I can see you.” Kurt frowned in confusion as Blaine moved off him, finally deciding on rolling onto his back and blinking up at Blaine.

“Sir?” His voice caught a little in hesitation, and he bit nervously at his bottom lip. Blaine clucked his tongue from beside him, raising his eyebrows.

“Get up and turn around, Kurt. Don’t make me say it again.” He shivered at the demanding tone in his boyfriend’s voice, something inside him keening with satisfaction at the dominance. Kurt slipped off the bed and stood, his back facing Blaine and his heart racing. It felt strange, to be so submissive, to surrender control. He allowed his arms to hang loosely and relaxed at his sides as he felt Blaine move closer.

Warm, sure hands gripped his hips as Blaine peppered kisses over the small area between corset and underwear. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against Kurt’s skin, and Kurt flushed with pleasure. He felt elastic snap against his skin and jumped a little, realizing that Blaine had tugged the waistband of the panties in his teeth and snapped it back. His head lightened at the image.

“That feels so good,” he breathed as Blaine continued to lick and suck. He felt Blaine’s smile against his skin and shuddered a little as Blaine’s fingers hooked into the waistband of the underwear and slowly, tantalizingly pulled it down.

“I’m going to make you feel even better,” Blaine promised. Kurt jumped forward at the feeling of a tongue between his ass cheeks, licking firmly over his hole. Blaine grasped his hips firmly and pulled him closer, pulling away to chastise him. “Hold still.”

Blaine’s tongue licked firmly into his ass, and Kurt felt his knees buckle as his skin buzzed. “S-sir, I don’t… I can’t keep standing,” he panted out, digging his fingernails into his bare thighs to keep himself anchored. Blaine hummed and shifted to bite down on one of Kurt’s ass cheeks.

“Mmm, then what do you want, baby? Want me to get you on all fours and fuck you, not let you come?” Kurt moaned and shook at that, stumbling backwards a fraction. Blaine was up in a flash, one arm wrapping around his shoulders. Kurt sagged a little into his boyfriend’s body as Blaine steered them back to the bed. He was about to sink down gratefully when Blaine shook his head and stepped away.

“Get on your knees.” Kurt complied, resting his cheek against the mattress as he heard Blaine shuffling around, letting out a triumphant sound as he found whatever he was looking for. Kurt lifted his ass in the air a little as he resisted the urge to drop down and rut against the mattress.

Moments later, he felt the silk panties being pulled down again, and cold lube being drizzled onto his overheated skin. Kurt yelped a little at that, automatically flinching away, but one of Blaine’s hands cupped his hip and rubbed comfortingly until Kurt stopped shaking. Lube-slickened fingers circled his rim until Kurt relaxed enough for Blaine to slip a finger in.

“I wish you could see yourself now,” Blaine murmured softly, voice full of desire. “So fucking hot, Kurt, I’m so lucky.” Kurt whimpered in response, his hips moving backward as Blaine added another finger and scissored them. Kurt closed his eyes as Blaine continued to fuck his fingers in and out of his hole, surrendering himself to the sheer intensity of the feeling.

“Feels so good, sir, god,” he found himself babbling. Blaine’s approving hum only encouraged him, and he continued – “Thank you, it feels, oh, I feel –” Blaine’s fingers dragged over his prostate and Kurt cried out, his body jerking forward.

“Please let me come,” he sobbed, clutching the bedspread. “Please, sir, please.” Blaine finally withdrew his fingers, and Kurt quivered with relief at the sound of Blaine slathering lube onto his cock.

When the blunt pressure returned to his asshole, Kurt sagged forward in gratitude, murmuring nonsense as the head of Blaine’s cock breached the tight ring of muscle. He stilled then, fingers playing with the tie at the bottom of the corset lacing. Kurt whined high in his throat, resisting the urge to thrust back onto Blaine’s cock.

“Please, sir,” he begged again, “I need more. Pleas-oh!” Blaine bottomed out in one swift thrust that left Kurt scrabbling at the sheets and crying out in pleasure. Blaine’s cock dragged delightfully in all the right places, and the heat continued to coil in Kurt’s abdomen.

“I need to come,” Kurt choked out even as he tilted his ass up, changing the angle of Blaine’s thrusts. Blaine grunted as his hips pistoned faster. “Blaine, please, I need to fucking come!” Kurt felt teeth dig into his shoulder blade as Blaine’s hand closed around his cock and began jerking him off – all it took was Blaine’s hand twisting under the head of his cock, Blaine’s own cock brushing his prostate, and Kurt was coming hard with his lover’s name on his lips.

He collapsed forward, his entire body buzzing with the aftershocks of his orgasm as Blaine continued to thrust inside him. “Keep going,” he rasped, even as the oversensitivity began to border on uncomfortable. “I want you to come in me.”

Blaine’s hips stuttered as he sank his teeth into the nape of Kurt’s neck, coming inside Kurt. Kurt groaned lazily as Blaine’s heavy weight collapsed on top of him, forcing him into the mattress. The post-coital bliss was wearing off, and Kurt remembered that he was still in a very expensive one-of-a-kind garment and panties he’d quite like to use again.

Blaine brought him back by kissing between his shoulder blades, gently scraping his teeth against skin. “Mmmm, hey,” he mumbled drowsily. Kurt hummed a response. Blaine pulled his hips back and slid out of Kurt, rolling to land on his back beside him.

Kurt leaned over to kiss his nose. “Next time,” he murmured, “you’re wearing the lingerie.”