Blaine has been a whimpering, horny mess for a while now. Kurt’s pretty sure his boyfriend has been looking up porn for the last half hour, but for some reason, Blaine isn’t jerking off. He’s just staring, staring at Kurt with dark half-lidded eyes that make something intense simmer in the pit of his stomach. Kurt finally shuts the book he hasn’t been reading and sets it down, padding across their tiny flat to seat himself neatly on the bed. Blaine licks his lips and flips the lid of his laptop closed. Kurt smiles and reaches out to kiss Blaine, drawing away before his frustrated boyfriend can deepen the kiss.

“Hey you,” Kurt coos, holding back a grin at Blaine’s expression – mingled confusion and irritation. “Someone’s obviously in a mood.” He laughs fondly, cupping Blaine’s chin. “Not that I mind, watching you get worked up is sort of amusing.” Blaine looks indignant, and so Kurt hurries to correct himself. “And pretty hot, too.” He can’t hold back his smile at his boyfriend’s self-satisfied smile. Blaine’s the one who reaches forward then, kissing him on the corner of his mouth. Kurt turns his head to capture his lips, and it’s promising to be a steamy make-out session, but Kurt wants to try something a little new. Seeing Blaine get fidgety and flustered just does something to him.

So he moves back again, ignoring Blaine’s little whine of frustration, and holds his face between his hands. “I want to try something new today,” he speaks softly. Blaine’s lust-darkened eyes widen in surprise, but he nods cautiously. Kurt trails a finger down Blaine’s cheek, along his jaw and down to his collarbone. He skims along the collar of Blaine’s T-shirt, pleased with the shiver it elicits. Blaine lets out a groan and scoots forward in an attempt to kiss him again, but Kurt shakes his head.

“I want to tie you up,” he murmurs, running his fingers sensually across the tender skin of Blaine’s throat. “I want you to be spread out and unable to do anything but trust me. Can you…” Kurt pauses at the way Blaine’s gaze darkens further. “Can you do that for me?” he questions. Blaine swallows and nods.

Kurt smiles. “I’m glad to hear it.” He kisses Blaine again, allowing his boyfriend to deepen the kiss and humming against his lips. When he draws away, it’s reluctantly, and only because he knows he needs to fetch their box of toys. “Undress for me, okay?” he instructs Blaine. Blaine offers him a gentle smile, reading the worry in Kurt’s gaze.

“Sure,” he agrees, beginning to unbutton his cardigan as Kurt digs into the recesses of their closet to unearth the sizable black box. He opens it up inside itself, sifting through the various toys and deciding upon which ones he might want to use in addition to the restraints.

When he returns to the bed, Blaine is already naked save for a pair of briefs and spread out. His beautiful whiskey-gold eyes are wide and trusting as he beckons Kurt over, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as Kurt runs light fingers down his chest. A small gasp escapes him as Kurt begins to wind one of the silken restraints around his wrist, but he stays perfectly still as Kurt leans past him to tie the other end to the bed post. There is silence, save for the ragged sound of Blaine’s breathing, as Kurt fastens both of his wrists to the bed.

“Is that okay?” he asks gently, sitting back to watch as Blaine tests the strength of the restraints. His boyfriend nods, pupils blown with lust. “Should I do your legs, too?” Blaine nods again, wetting his lips.

“Just. Take off my underwear, please?” Kurt hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of Blaine’s briefs and tugs them down, groaning aloud at the sight of his hard cock as it bobs against Blaine’s stomach. His own cock pulses in response, and he has to fight hard to resist the urge to touch himself.

“God, I want to blow you,” he finds himself saying, even though that’s not what he has planned right now – not yet. Blaine whimpers and cants his hips upwards.

“I fully approve of that plan,” he speaks in a strained voice. Kurt bends down to kiss the head of Blaine’s cock, lapping teasingly at the slit, and smiles at the choked sound that escapes Blaine.

“Not yet,” Kurt sing-songs as he trails his fingers down Blaine’s strong legs, eventually grasping his ankle and tying it down. When he’s done, he allows himself to sit back and admire his handiwork. Blaine is bound to the bed, rendered almost completely immobile. The sight of his boyfriend spread out in front of him is more arousing than Kurt can put into words, and he whines softly as he slips out of his own jeans, the pressure against his cock too much.

His selections are already lined up on the mattress, but he’s not sure if there’s anything Blaine wants in particular. When asked, his boyfriend simply shakes his head, eyes intense and pleading. “Just want you to fuck me,” he whimpers out, and Kurt swallows. Blaine’s said those same words to him hundreds of times, and yet they never fail to turn him on.

He picks up one of their smaller ball gags and offers it to Blaine, raising his eyebrows as a blush stains his boyfriend’s cheeks. “Here’s the plan,” Kurt speaks in a pleasant, almost casual tone. “I’m going to gag you. And then I’m going to finger you and fuck you with a vibrator.”

A shameless moan spills out of Blaine, and his body quivers at Kurt’s words. Kurt’s a little nervous – they’ve never tried bondage before, and what if Blaine wants to safeword? He won’t be able to, not with the gag. But Kurt trusts himself to read his boyfriend. More than that, he has an idea for a replacement for safewording.

“I’m going to put this on,” he tells Blaine, shimmying up his body and kissing his mouth. “But if you want me to stop, at any time at all? I want you to use your knuckles and knock against the bed post, four times. Can you do that?” He waits as Blaine tests out the maneuverability of his hands, and it turns out that his knuckles knock against the post just fine. Blaine breathes out shakily and nods, putting on a smile for Kurt. He leans down to kiss him again, suddenly overcome by love for this man who trusts him so deeply and intimately.

Gagging Blaine has always been a huge turn on for Kurt. It’s not that he doesn’t love Blaine’s voice – but the sounds that Blaine makes when he’s gagged, the breathless little whines and moans muffled by the gag – they drive him crazy in the best way. Blaine’s eyes still bore into his as he adjusts the gag, fussing perhaps too much over its exact placement. He just wants this to be absolutely perfect.

He retrieves the small bottle of lube and snaps it open, shifting to kneel between Blaine’s spread legs. As he pours the lube onto his fingers and rubs them together to warm it, he keeps his eyes on Blaine, watching him for any sort of hesitation, but Blaine’s warm gaze remains unwavering. Kurt strokes the firm muscles of Blaine’s abdomen as he uses his fingers to trail down Blaine’s perineum and circle his hole. Blaine lets out a little whimper, his hips bucking up almost on instinct. Kurt licks his lips as he continues to trace Blaine’s asshole, watching how his boyfriend strains against his restraints.

There’s a sense of relief when he finally pushes his finger in past the ring of muscle, and Blaine’s body relaxes around the intrusion almost instantly. Nevertheless, Kurt takes his time to build up to two, and then three, fingers. He keeps the rhythm of his thrusts almost languid, enjoying how Blaine continues to arch into every touch. He knows Blaine is almost painfully hard – he is too, and he’s not the one with fingers up his ass – and so refrains from brushing over his prostate too often.

Blaine is panting and whining by the time Kurt withdraws his fingers. He’s suddenly seized by the urge to suck his lube-slicked fingers into his mouth, wondering if Blaine would come from the sight alone – but no, how is he to know if the damn lube is even edible? It would be just his luck to poison himself trying to be sexy. Kurt huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as Blaine raises his eyebrows at him. He reaches beside him for the vibrator, running his fingers over the curved head and letting out a shuddering breath.

Blaine watched with hungry eyes as Kurt lubes up the vibrator, his breathing harsh behind the gag. Kurt knows that Blaine is fairly new to the vibrator, but he’s reacted positively the last few times they’ve used it. He keeps the switch off as he circles the tip around Blaine’s lubed rim, grinning teasingly. Blaine lets out a frustrated sound, and when Kurt meets his eyes, he can easily read the sentiment behind them – just put it in, fuck, Kurt.

The pure desperation on Blaine’s face makes Kurt want to lean over and kiss him, but he can’t do that with the gag on. So instead he eases the vibrator in, petting tenderly at Blaine’s inner thigh as his boyfriend adjusts to the feeling. The vibrator isn’t too thick, nearly not as thick as some of the dildos they’ve used, so Kurt doesn’t wait long before flicking it onto the first setting.

The wrecked keens that escape Blaine surprise even him. Kurt pauses in his movement of the vibrator, gaping as Blaine thrashes against his restraints. It’s so unbearably hot to see Blaine like this, reduced to a whimpering mess that can do absolutely nothing about it. Kurt bites down hard on his bottom lip.

“Yeah, you like that baby?” It’s such an overused pornstar line, but it escapes him before he can stop it. “You look so pretty like this,” Kurt continues, his voice sinking down to a purr, “all spread out for me. I can do anything I want to you, can’t I?” He flicks the vibrator to its next setting, slowing the pace of his thrusts a little. “And all you can do is take it.”

Blaine’s eyes flutter closed at that, his hips thrusting back a little on the toy inside him. Kurt picks up the speed, changing the angle of the thrusts to locate Blaine’s prostate even as he continues to babble.

“Yeah, take it, sweetheart. No one else will ever have you like this, will they? God, if you could see yourself, you look beautiful, so desperate and hard and mine.” Blaine’s body is shaking and when Kurt turns the vibrator up another notch and drags it over his prostate, Blaine goes wild – his thighs tense, his head tips back and his hips jerk as he comes all over his stomach.

Kurt stares in wide-eyed wonderment as Blaine pants, his come rapidly drying on his skin. He takes a shuddering breath and practically rips the gag off in his rush to kiss Blaine. It’s deep and dirty and graceless, both of them eager to taste each other again. Blaine moans underneath him as Kurt grinds their erections together for a brief moment. He breaks the kiss to press his lips against Blaine’s ear, whispering hotly.

“And now? Now I’m going to blow you. And then I’m going to ride you, and you can’t touch me or anything. All you can do is take me.” Blaine shakes his head, his eyes a little dazed.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he murmurs. Kurt’s eyes soften at that, and he peppers kisses down from Blaine’s ear to his jaw, and then down his neck and chest. He pauses at his nipples, sucking over one and humming in pleasure as Blaine lets out a strangled gasp.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” Blaine groans above him as Kurt switches his attention to the other nipple, laving over it before biting gently. Blaine’s hips twitch upwards at that, and Kurt wishes they’d invested in a pair of nipple clamps. Well, there was always next time.

He trails kisses and licks down Blaine’s body, letting out a small keen of excitement as he finally reaches his cock and gives the head a few firm licks. “Well, hello there,” he speaks coyly, glancing up at Blaine’s smoky gaze and grinning. Blaine grins back, shifting his hips minutely. Kurt thinks that might be a hint – the intensity in Blaine’s gaze certainly says it is, and not a very subtle one either. Kurt’s really had enough of the teasing too, as fun as it is, and so he wastes no time in sinking his mouth over Blaine’s hardening cock.

Blaine yelps at that, his hips thrusting up into the warm wet heat of Kurt’s mouth. Kurt hums around Blaine’s length, relaxing his throat as the shallow thrusts cause the head of Blaine’s cock to bump against the back of his throat. Kurt moves an arm to pin Blaine’s hips down as he takes over, bobbing and sucking until he feels Blaine’s body tense beneath him. He pulls off with a regretful sigh.

Blaine whines, but the sound dies in his throat as Kurt begins undressing. Kurt shoots him a wry smile as he shimmies out of his underwear, unbuttons his shirt and folds it into a neat pile. “You didn’t think I was going to make you come three separate times, did you?” he asks teasingly. Blaine laughs a little at that, his lips curling into a smile.

“I figure I’m pampered enough,” he teases back. Kurt snorts at that, popping the lid of the lube open again.

“Do you want to see?” he asks, and isn’t surprised when Blaine nods. Kurt crawls over to straddle Blaine’s waist, his knees digging into the mattress. He frowns at the placement. “I don’t really know how to do this… should I, I don’t know, turn around?”

Blaine lets out a quiet hum. “No, it’s fine,” he assures him. “I want to see your face. Just look at me.” Kurt feels himself melt a little as Blaine pulls his head up, vainly trying to reach some part of him to kiss. He meets him halfway, pressing their lips together and sighing in pleasure.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Blaine whispers against his mouth, and Kurt flushes. He kisses Blaine again, once on the mouth and once on the nose, before sitting back up and dripping lube onto his hands. Some of it slips past and lands on Blaine’s stomach, and Blaine shivers – Kurt murmurs an apology, rubbing at the cold spot with his free hand as the other warms up the lube.

“I love you,” he murmurs gently before reaching back and trailing his fingers down the crack of his ass. Blaine inhales sharply at that, whispering an ‘I love you too’ back even as his eyes fix intently on Kurt’s face. Kurt shifts his weight to his knees and pushes his ass up a little, groaning as his fingers circle his rim. Blaine’s gaze is hot and dark as Kurt pushes the first finger in, a deep whine building up inside his chest and pushing out past his lips at the feeling. It’s been a while since he last fingered himself, and even longer since he’d bottomed. But he wants this – wants to make Blaine feel so good, wants to give him a thank you for trusting Kurt so deeply. He whimpers as he adds another finger, his hips moving back as he fucks himself on his fingers.

He looks back at Blaine to see his eyes widen and his jaw drop. “Fuck, you are the hottest thing,” Blaine mumbles as he strains up, trying desperately to kiss Kurt again. Kurt breathes out raggedly as he slides a third finger in, wishing he had enough balance to lean forward and kiss his boyfriend, but he can feel heat building in the pit of his stomach as his fingers brush over his prostate.

“I need you,” he pants out, throwing his head back and moaning. “Fuck, Blaine, I need you so…” He fumbles backwards and lifts himself, eyes locked with Blaine’s as he lowers down onto his cock. Blaine lets out a low groan and raises his hips, his entire body trembling.

“Fuck, oh,” he rasps out, and Kurt is transfixed by the dark gold of his eyes. “So beautiful, Kurt.” Kurt whimpers as he lifts himself once more, thighs straining with effort, and slams back down – Blaine feels so full and big inside him, and oh he’s missed this. Blaine keens as he thrusts his hips up in time, fucking into Kurt in earnest and sending the most delightful shivers down his spine.

“I love you so much,” Kurt manages, one hand firm against Blaine’s chest while he uses the other to jerk himself off. Blaine’s angle changes minutely, and his cock drags against Kurt’s prostate – before he knows it, he’s crying out and coming all over his hand and Blaine’s chest.

That’s all it takes to set Blaine off too, and Kurt sags forward as he feels Blaine release deep inside him. Blaine’s body sinks into the mattress, and Kurt has the foresight to reach out and untie his hand restraints before collapsing against Blaine’s chest. The drying come is a little disgusting, but he’s far too sated to move.

“That was…” Blaine’s voice cracks a little. “Wow. Holy shit, Kurt.” He cranes his neck forward and kisses his mouth. “You’re just amazing.”

Kurt chokes out a laugh and buries his face against Blaine’s neck. “Shut up.”