This isn’t the first time Blaine had sent the quick 8 letter text that read: “I need you” to Kurt. But it is the first time that Kurt had to unlock the front door with his spare key when Blaine didn’t answer.

“Blaine?” Kurt shouts. Nothing. Just the echo of his own voice.

Kurt grumbles under his breathe and hangs his coat on the coat rack before trudging upstairs towards Blaine’s room. The door creaks as Kurt pushes it open and steps into the oh-so familiar room. He looks around to see the normal neatly made bed before something catches his eye. In the middle of the room is a wooden chair with a piece of paper taped to the back of it. Kurt closes the door behind him, walks over and rips the note off the chair. One simple word was written on it: “Sit.”

Kurt crumples up the paper and throws it in the waste bin before he obeys and sits in the chair. His heart is pounding and he had no idea what Blaine had in store for him today.

Suddenly, the room was filled with cabaret music that sent chills down Kurt’s spine. The bathroom door opens to find a nicely dressed Blaine in the doorway. He’s wearing a black fitted Armani suit. Kurt trails his eyes and stops when something bright catches his eye. Blaine is wearing blood red pumps. Kurt was practically drooling before his eyes shot back up to Blaine’s face when he starts to sing.

A guy what takes his time, I'll go for any time
I'm a fast movin' boy who likes them slow
Got no use for fancy drivin', want to see a guy arrivin' in low
I'd be satisfied, electrified to know a guy what takes his time

Blaine unbuttons his suit jacket and starts swaying his hips towards Kurt as he sings. He throws the jacket on the floor and bends over to pick it up, giving Kurt the most perfect view of his ass. The fabric stretches and defines his cheeks even more. Kurt’s breath catches in his throat, his face blushes and he claws the underside of the chair. Blaine throws the jacket on his bed and continues the song whilst unbuttoning his dress shirt.

A hurry-up affair, I always give the air
Wouldn't give any rushin' gent a smile.
I would go for any singer who would condescend to linger awhile
What a lullaby would be supplied to have a guy what takes his time

Blaine trails around Kurt, dragging his free-hand across Kurt’s chest. When he gets to the other side of his boyfriend he bends down and growls the last lyric of the verse in Kurt’s ear. Kurt gasps when Blaine stands in front of Kurt, back turned, and rips his dress shirt down. Blaine was wearing a red and black corset. It had red ruffles along the bottom and black lace that drew Kurt’s attention to Blaine’s ass. Blaine looked so amazing in the corset; his shoulders became so broad and his arms were even more defined. �Kurt’s head was spinning and his breathing was harsh. Blaine turned his head and dipped his chin into his shoulder and continues to sing.

A guy what takes his time, I'd go for any time
A hasty job really spoils a master's touch
I don't like a big commotion, I'm a demon for slow motion or such
Why should I deny that I would die to know a guy who takes his time

Blaine bites his bottom lip as he drops to his knees and starts crawling towards Kurt. He trails his hands up Kurt’s thighs and pushes his legs apart forcefully. He teasingly brushes his fingers down and up Kurt’s thighs before he bites Kurt’s inner right thigh and stands. Kurt’s eyes drop to Blaine’s hands that are undoing his own pants. Blaine undid the button of his pants, relieving some of the pressure to his cock and gasps loud and teasingly. Kurt glared and Blaine smirked before he ripped his pants down his legs and threw them to the side. All the blood in Kurt’s head goes straight to his cock now.

Kurt finally understood the red pumps. Blaine is wearing black ruffled panties, which left little to nothing to the imagination, and fishnet garters. Blaine’s erection clings to the thin fabric of the panties. Kurt’s mouth goes dry as soon as Blaine straddles him on the chair and grinds out the last verse to the song in Kurt’s ear.

There isn't any fun in getting something done
If you're rushed when you have to make the grade
I can spot an amateur, appreciate a connesseur in his trade
Who would qualify, no alibi, to be the guy who takes his time

Kurt lets out a loud moan when Blaine grinds down against his erection as the music starts to die down.

“Is this okay?” Blaine whispers.

“More than okay!” Kurt squeaks.

“Mmm, good.”

Blaine’s finger goes up to Kurt’s bottom lip and trails down his neck. Blaine starts sucking on his neck as his finger drags down Kurt’s stomach and stops right at the button on his jeans. Kurt thrusts his hips up impatiently, waiting for Blaine to do something. Blaine’s hand shoots to cup Kurt’s erection through his pants. Kurt whines loudly and rolls his hips into Blaine’s hand.

Blaine snakes his head around to Kurt’s ear and bites down on the lobe before gasping out, “Fuck me.”

Kurt tugs Blaine forward, so that they are pressed flush together, and claims his mouth. He kisses him harshly and hardly cares that their teeth are clicking together. He just wants. Blaine pulls away only to gasp for air and bite down on Kurt’s bottom lip. Kurt’s hands start to skim down the sides of Blaine and land on his hips; he forces them down so that Blaine thrusts against him again. Blaine throws his head back and moans, long and loud. Kurt takes the opportunity and cranes his neck awkwardly to kiss wet trails along Blaine’s exposed neck. Kurt runs his finger along Blaine’s thigh, hooks one of the garter straps, pulls back and lets it snap against Blaine’s skin. Blaine’s dark eyes snap and look right into Kurt’s.

Blaine’s hand dives for Kurt’s zipper, attempts to pull his pants down, and whines when he can’t. Kurt pushes Blaine to stand and he lifts his hips so that his pants pool around his knees. He cock lay free on his stomach. When he looks up he groans embarrassingly loud. Blaine had stripped himself of his panties and was stroking himself. Kurt loved when Blaine was like this, so needy to get off and wrecked. He loves seeing Blaine’s hair all messed up and gel-free. And he couldn’t get enough of seeing that flushed face of his boyfriend whenever he needs Kurt to fuck him.

Blaine straddles himself over Kurt’s lap and grabs his cock, lining it up with his hole. But Kurt stops him and grabs his shoulders.

“But you-“

“I already prepared myself, baby.”

That image hit Kurt like a brick.

Blaine on his bed with nothing but the fishnets and garters on, legs spread wide with one finger probing at first. He adds another finger quickly because he’s so eager and throws his head back and moans as he scissors the fingers inside of him. Then he adds a third finger and screams in pleasure. He then- �

Kurt yelps with his hair is tugged back.

Blaine looks at him in frustration, “Do you still want to-“

“Yes! God, yes.”

Blaine chuckles a bit before lowering himself on Kurt’s cock. He only allows the head in first, letting himself stretch and get used to the fullness of it. He teases Kurt by lifting up and lowering himself back down only on the head.

“Blaine would you just- OH MY FUCKING GOD!” ������������

Blaine sinks down on Kurt’s cock, taking him all in. It’s so tight and Kurt’s pretty sure he stopped breathing. Blaine’s eyes are closed as he lets himself get used to it. A couple seconds later Blaine starts riding Kurt’s cock. It’s slow and sweet. It’s hot and feels so fucking tight, Kurt thinks he might pass out.

Pleasure takes over Kurt’s body and he starts thrusting upward, but Blaine slams down and holds Kurt still.

He rasps out, “A guy what takes his time.”

“Fuck that,” Kurt growls.

Kurt digs his finger nails into his ass cheeks, making Blaine yelp.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

Blaine gave a puzzled look but obeys.

Seconds later, Kurt has his arms tightly knit around Blaine’s body and was carrying him over to the bed. He drops Blaine on the bed and stands at the end. He whips his shirt over his head and pulls his pants and underwear completely off. He looks up at Blaine with a smirk on his face. Blaine is spread wide open, his garters were pulled tight, looking as if they could bruise him. The red pumps dig into the comforter, so Kurt snatches them off and throws them somewhere behind him.

“Grip the headboard,” Kurt orders as he climbs onto the bed.

Blaine did as asked; he quickly scoots up the bed a bit and grips the headboard until his knuckles turn white.

Without warning, Kurt quickly lines himself up with Blaine’s hole and slams into him. Blaine arches his back and screams. Kurt thrusts deep and harshly in a steady rhythm until Blaine starts muttering over and over again harderharderharder.

Kurt slows his pace, causing Blaine to whine. He leans down to whisper in his ear, “What do you want, Blaine?”

Blaine just groans and attempts to fuck himself back on Kurt’s cock.

Kurt puts his hand gently on Blaine’s chest to stop him. He almost had forgotten about the corset. He tugs on the big red ribbon on the front, unraveling it.

“Tell me what you need, beautiful. I need to hear you say it.”

Blaine whispers something, that Kurt was sure wasn’t even words.

“You’re so pretty.”

Blaine cries out and arches against Kurt, “I need you to fuck me harder, Kurt. Please just fuck me hard until I can’t see straight. God fuck I need it.”

Kurt kisses Blaine’s lips before stuffing the unraveled ribbon in mouth.

“Bite.”

Kurt fucks into Blaine hard and quick. He can hear the muffled cries coming from Blaine and it only makes him fuck him harder. Blaine wraps his legs around Kurt’s back and clutches the headboard even tighter than before, because he thinks if he didn’t, he probably fly off the bed.

When Kurt hits his prostate, Blaine completely lets go. He spits out the ribbon and shouts, “I love you!” before come starts to spill over his stomach.

Kurt helps ride him through it, continuingly hitting his prostrate. With five more sharp thrusts Kurt is coming, hard, inside of Blaine. He’s pretty sure he blacked out for a few seconds because when he opened his eyes he was sprawled out on top of Blaine.

Blaine is giggling in delight and picking sweat stuck curls off of his forehead. Kurt rolls off of him and lay on his side, looking up at his boyfriend.

Blaine takes the opportunity to loosen the corset and finally gets a good breathe of air in his lungs. He slumps into the bed and turns his face drowsily to Kurt and grins. Kurt smiles and tilts his chin up to kiss Blaine.

Kurt breaks away, giggling in pure bliss. He hooks his finger around the garter of Blaine’s fishnets again, “What was that for? Not that I’m complaining! Because – God. But I just…”

“Well, in lieu of you telling me Burlesque is one of your favorites I thought I could take the opportunity to explore…one of my…kinks.”

“Mmm, do you have any other kinks you’d like exploring?”

Blaine giggles and pulls Kurt in for a sleepy kiss.�