It had been a long day at the office. Usually, Kurt never stayed away so late – but the magazine went up in a few days, and he was being worked to the bone in order to get everything together on time. As a result, he usually returned in a grumpy mood. Blaine had learned to tread carefully whenever Kurt slammed the front door shut upon entering.

Treading carefully usually didn’t involve him being on their sofa, dressed in nothing but his boxers.

Kurt froze at the sight, his briefcase dropping from his slack grasp as he gaped. Blaine looked nervous, and he couldn’t help but wonder what his husband was up to. Blaine looked up at the sound of the bag hitting the ground, his beautiful eyes round with worry. He was chewing on his lower lip, Kurt noted, and sitting on his hands. What was going on? Blaine wasn’t even supposed to be home – he usually worked the latest shift at the bar on Fridays.

“Are you okay?” Kurt finally asked, frowning in confusion. “What’s going on?” Blaine swallowed, squirming around a little bit. There were little goose pimples dotting the skin of his forearms, and it led Kurt to wonder how long Blaine had been in his state of undress. He took a step forward, resolving to simply shake the truth out of his husband. He was in no mood for mysteries tonight.

“Daddy.” Blaine’s voice was so small, so uncertain, pitched just a little bit higher than usual. Kurt’s eyes widened. “Daddy, I… I did a really bad thing.” Blaine ducked his head, his face scrunching up with worry. Kurt inhaled deeply, immediately snapping into character and making a note to thank Blaine later. He needed this – possibly even more than Blaine did. He needed to protect, to take care of Blaine, to be in control.

“What did you do, baby?” Kurt quietly slipped out of his shoes, moving on sock-clad feet towards the sofa. Blaine blushed and slipped his hands out from underneath him, fidgeting with the fingers of one hand. Kurt made a soft soothing noise and slid down to kneel in front of Blaine, petting his thigh reassuringly. “You can tell me, sweetheart,” he encouraged. Blaine stuck his lower lip out, his eyes begging Kurt’s forgiveness. He ducked his head down to whisper in Kurt’s ear.

“I… I touched myself there, daddy.”

Kurt’s mouth went dry.

“You know daddy’s told you not to do that,” he chokes out, still marveling at how lucky he is. “No touching unless I say so, remember? Don’t you trust me to take care of you, sweetie?” His hand slid down from Blaine’s thigh, stroking his knee. “Why did you do something so naughty, Blaine?”

Blaine flinched, looking ashamed of himself. “I just… I just, I’m sorry daddy, I know I’m not supposed to. But I wanted to make you happy when you came home.” A gentle, tentative touch to Kurt’s cheek. “You always look so mad and tired; I thought you might like a surprise.” Kurt’s forehead furrowed – how did Blaine jerking himself off create a surprise for him? He licked his lips and reached out to tilt Blaine’s head, making their eyes meet.

“Daddy doesn’t quite understand, sweetheart. Is this a nice surprise?” Blaine’s throat bobbed as he nodded, his eyelashes fluttering coyly as he smiled.

“I think you’ll like it a lot?” he replied, a small quaver of uncertainty in his words. Kurt’s head felt a little light as he licked his lips once more and spoke.

“Where did you touch yourself, baby?”

Blaine’s smile was a little cheeky, just a flash of his husband creeping in. “Can I show you, daddy? It’s a naughty word, I don’t want you being madder.” He pouted, and Kurt had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from lunging forward and kissing Blaine’s pout away. Instead, he merely nodded.

“Let’s go to the bedroom first, okay honey?” Blaine nodded, watching with round eyes as Kurt got to his feet and took Blaine’s hand. He trailed after Kurt obediently, his posture just a little bit hunched as Kurt directed him to the bed. Blaine sat down, giggling a little bit as he bounced on the springy mattress. Kurt smiled indulgently, allowing him a little bit of fun.

He cleared his throat after a while, pulling Blaine’s attention back to him. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to show me?” Blaine nodded furiously, pulling his legs up onto the bed and rising to his knees. He started pulling down his boxers.

Kurt fought to compose himself as Blaine turned and displayed his ass, wiggling it a little bit(cheeky, cheeky – Kurt would get back at him for that). His hole was already shining with lube, and Kurt was unable to hold back his groan at the sight. He stepped forward and ran his palms over the firm cheeks of Blaine’s ass, smacking lightly and smiling to himself as Blaine jumped.

“What did you do, baby?” He could see what Blaine had done, and he wanted to kiss him for it, but he wanted to hear it from him. Blaine shivered underneath him, and Kurt could hear him smacking his lips. He mumbled something into the softness of the mattress, and Kurt spanked his ass again, keeping his touch controlled and leaning over Blaine’s prone body to whisper in his ear.

“I didn’t hear you, sweetheart. Speak up, don’t be scared.”

“I prepped myself for you, daddy.” The words spilled out of Blaine’s mouth almost as if against his will, and he flushed and wriggled underneath Kurt. Kurt smiled approvingly, gently stroking Blaine’s hair.

“Such a thoughtful boy,” he purred, bending down to press a kiss to his curls. “You wanted to make daddy feel better, didn’t you sweetheart? You were just thinking of how to make me happy.” He felt Blaine’s muscles relax, saw him nod a little. “But that doesn’t mean that you didn’t break the rules. Daddy loves you so much for thinking of him, but rule-breakers need to be punished.” Blaine let out a protesting mewl, wriggling again.

“B-but daddy, I didn’t break them for myself! I wasn’t being a bad boy!” Kurt tsk’ed and moved off of Blaine, rolling him over onto his back.

“Be as that may, if I let you get away with this, you might think it’s all right to break other rules, too.” Blaine’s eyes widened and he shook his head furiously, his lower lips quivering. Kurt bent down to kiss his forehead. “Shhh, honey. I’m only doing this to help you, see? Daddy’s doing it because he loves you.” Blaine gulped and gave a tiny nod, lifting his chin and putting on a brave face. Kurt smiled sweetly and brushed his hair away from his forehead.

“Good boy. You’re such a good boy, baby.” Blaine’s eyes softened as they met his, pure satisfaction radiating from him. “Now…” Kurt slid down Blaine’s body, straddling his legs and stroking firmly at his fluttering abdominal muscles. “I have another rule for you right now, baby. Do you think you can stick by it?” Blaine nodded furiously, an eager light in his eyes. Kurt’s smile widened as his fingers trailed lower, teasing over the half-hard length of Blaine’s cock before moving down to ghost along the inside of his thighs.

“That’s my darling. You’ll show daddy what a good obedient boy you are, won’t you?” Blaine nodded again, a small mewling noise escaping past his lips. Kurt fought back his grin as he bent down, breathing softly over Blaine’s length.

“Don’t come.” His words were firm and crisp, and he paused that extra time to make sure Blaine had registered them before bobbing down and swallowing his cock.

Blaine keened, high and needy, as his hips bucked upwards instinctively. Kurt grunted and moved an arm to pin Blaine’s hips to the bed, lifting his gaze to give him his nonverbal disapproval. Blaine whined, looking abashed but so wrecked already – lips bitten red, face flushed, eyes sabre-dark and hair in disarray. Kurt relaxed his jaw and took Blaine’s length deeper, his tongue tracing over the hot wet flesh. He allowed Blaine’s cock to touch the back of his throat before pulling off with a pop, immediately ducking back to suck on the head. He tasted pre-come on his tongue, noted with satisfaction that Blaine was fully hard, and caught his eyes in a heated stare before sinking back down.

“Daddy, oh, that feels so good,” Blaine breathed above him, his voice dropping back to his usual registrar. Kurt hummed around his cock, causing Blaine to let out a long, low moan as he flung his head back, muscles taut. Kurt took him deeper, deeper, until the head of Blaine’s cock was bumping against the back of his throat and then he swallowed.

Blaine hissed out incoherently, fingers tangled in the bedsheets. “D-daddy, I can’t… daddy, please…” He continued to beg, but didn’t safeword – and so Kurt pulled off, lapping teasingly at his slit before sitting back and looking down with a smug smile.

Blaine was panting, shivering under the intensity of his building pleasure. Kurt reached down and kissed him deeply, penetrating Blaine’s mouth with his tongue. Blaine shivered again, his eyes wide and blown as Kurt drew away. “What was that, daddy?” he asked, licking his lips. “It tasted funny.”

Kurt smiled. His fingers petted at Blaine’s thigh and then danced lower, stroking over his perineum. Blaine let out a little gasp as Kurt’s fingers brushed his hole, still slick with lube. Kurt’s smile turned a little predatory.

“That was you, baby,” he replied, sliding one finger into Blaine and watching how his face scrunched up in pleasure. “That taste, that was your taste. Did you like it?” Blaine had done a good job – he could almost immediately slide a second finger in, working them in and out of Blaine at a steady rhythm.

Blaine shuddered, looking a little dazed as he replied. “I-I don’t know. Tastes funny. Isn’t that naughty, daddy?” Kurt shook his head, scissoring his fingers inside Blaine and feeling pleased at the choked little sound he earned in response.

“No honey, it’s perfectly natural. Daddy will get you used to the taste, mmm?” He slipped a third finger in, feeling around until –

Blaine’s body jerked up, and the moan that escaped him was positively sinful. Kurt hissed out a breath as he pulled his fingers out of Blaine, wiping them off on the sheets as he hurriedly undressed. Blaine watched him, eyes half-lidded and cock bobbing against his stomach. As Kurt began wiggling out of his pants, Blaine moved to pull his boxers off fully, allowing them to slide to the floor.

Kurt growled in approval, digging through the side table for lube. As Blaine watched, he slicked up his length, giving his cock a few pumps to keep himself hard. He frowned at the sight of Blaine unconsciously touching himself and climbed back on the bed, firmly swatting his hands away.

Blaine whined, pouting exaggeratedly. “I’m sorry daddy, I really really didn’t mean to. P-please don’t punish me?”

“Shhhh sweetie, no, of course not.” Kurt leaned down to kiss him sweetly, chastely keeping his lips sealed. “But now I’m going to fuck you, and you can’t come until I do. Okay, sweetie? Can you do that for me?”

Blaine swallowed and nodded, looking unsure. Kurt cupped his face, stroking a thumb over the corner of his mouth. “My beautiful boy,” he murmured, smiling gently as Blaine’s face flushed with pleasure. “My sweet, wonderful boy. I believe in you. You can do this.” Blaine’s second nod was surer than the first.

Kurt moved closer, positioning himself between Blaine’s legs. He eased himself into Blaine, gritting his teeth and gripping Blaine’s hips to keep his thrust slow and steady. Blaine’s back arched as he let out a groan, and Kurt nodded encouragingly, whispering sweet nothings until he bottomed out. He stayed stationary for a few moments, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the skin of Blaine’s hips. Their eyes met – Blaine’s were burning with hunger.

Kurt drew back and immediately snapped his hips forward. His grasp on Blaine’s hips became almost painful, but Blaine didn’t seem to mind – on the contrary, his moans continued to rise in pitch and volume as Kurt worked up to a steady pace. Blaine’s cock was steadily leaking pre-come all over his stomach, and so Kurt upped the pace of his thrusts, anxious to come – anxious to let Blaine come.

It was Blaine’s tiny cry of “daddy” that finally undid him. Kurt dug his fingernails into Blaine’s skin as he came, his breath escaping in shuddering little gasps as he felt his limbs immediately loosen. He resisted the urge to slouch forward and instead reached out to stroke Blaine’s cock, grasping him firmly and twisting every time his hand neared the head.

It didn’t take long for Blaine to come after that – his whine was high and long as he came across his chest in stripes. Kurt sagged forward, not even caring that he was still buried inside Blaine and that he was lying in his come.

They breathed together in silence for a while, Blaine’s chest lifting Kurt up a little every time he breathed in. Kurt hummed and kissed the warm salty skin of Blaine’s chest, feeling relaxed and utterly boneless.

“Thank you,” he finally spoke, his voice soft. Blaine smiled down at him – his Blaine, with his shining eyes and his tender smile. Kurt wriggled up to kiss him, tugging playfully on Blaine’s lower lip and grinning at his husband’s frustrated groan as he pulled out. Kurt flopped to the side, cuddling into Blaine’s body. He’d needed that.

Blaine rolled over so that they were facing each other. “I’m just glad I could help,” he spoke sincerely. Kurt grinned, wiggling in closer and mouthing wetly over Blaine’s collarbone.

“I think you more than helped, sweetie.” Blaine’s muscles quivered underneath him, and Kurt laughed breathlessly against his skin.

“At least give me some time to recover before round two.”