It was Friday evening, and Burt and Carole were out for their weekly date night. Finn had left about an hour ago to see a movie with Rachel. And that's how they ended up here. With Blaine naked on Kurt's bed, and Kurt naked on top of him, straddling him, and grinding his hips down to rub their erections together. This wasn't a rare occurrence for the two boys, although it certainly didn't happen nearly as much as they would like. It was hard to find alone time with their busy schedules. So when they got the opportunity, they never passed it up.

Kurt lifted himself off of Blaine, kissing his neck gently, before standing up and walking over to his dresser to retrieve the lube and box of condoms he kept hidden in there.

When he turned around, Blaine was jerking himself off, obviously in desperate need of friction. Kurt shook his head.

"Tut, tut. Nope. None of that."

"Kuuuurt." Blaine whined.

"Hey, Blaine?" Kurt asked, a little sheepishly.

"Yeah?" Blaine breathed.

"I wanna try something. Go sit in that chair." he pointed to the chair sitting by his desk.

Blaine got up from the bed, doing as he was told, and turning the chair to face Kurt.

"Good. Now close your eyes."

He did. And he sat there for a few moments, unseeing, as Kurt rummaged through his closet.

"Kurt? Kurt, what are you doing? Can I open my eyes?"

"Not yet, sweetie. Just hold on."

He heard footsteps coming closer to his chair, and then...

Oh. Kurt was tying his wrists to the armrests.

Kurt tied him up quickly, but made sure the knots would hold, and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

"You can open your eyes now, Blaine."

Blaine opened his eyes, and was greeted by his wonderful boyfriend's bright blue eyes staring intently into his. He felt himself blush just slightly.

"Is this okay?" Kurt whispered in his ear.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course."

"You're not uncomfortable at all?"

"No, Kurt. I feel safe with you. It's fine."

"Okay." Kurt nodded, and sat down on Blaine's lap so he was straddling him in the chair.

He attached his lips to Blaine's neck, and began sucking softly, biting lightly every now and then. Blaine moaned, and flexed his hand, wanting nothing more than to tangle his fingers into his boyfriend's hair.

"Kurt." he breathed.

"Yes, baby?"

"I want to touch you. I want to touch you so badly."

"Mmm." Kurt hummed. "Not today. That would defeat the purpose of tying you up." Kurt added, with a cheeky grin.

Blaine leaned forward then, taking Kurt's lips in his, and biting down lightly on his lower lip. Kurt moaned, and thrust his hips down, rubbing their erections together. He could feel the precome leaking from Blaine's cock, making it easier for them to slide against each other.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine sighed. "Wanna be inside you. Please."

"Is that how you ask, Blaine?"

"I said please. What more do you want from me?"

"You need to be more specific, Blaine. I'm not sure what exactly you want me to do."

Kurt had never been this assertive before. And fuck, if it didn't turn Blaine on.

"I want my cock. In your ass. Now." Blaine panted out, thrusting his hips upwards, seeking friction.

"Well, why didn't you say so?" Kurt winked, sliding off of Blaine's lap, and grabbing the bottle of lube.

"Kurt, how am I supposed to-"

"Let me handle that." Kurt replied, cutting him off.

He poured a liberal amount of lube into the palm of his hand, and warmed it up a bit, spreading it over his fingers. He sat down on the floor, leaning his head against the seat of the chair Blaine was sitting in, so that his head was practically between Blaine's legs. He then spread his own legs, and lined his pointer finger up with his hole, tracing around the entrance.

Blaine's breath hitched in his throat. Was he actually watching his boyfriend finger himself right now? Was this actually happening?

"God, Kurt." he moaned.

Kurt pushed a finger into his hole, and bit his lip, holding back a whine. He waited until he had adjusted to the stretch before pulling out, and adding his middle finger, pushing in slowly.

"Blaine." he whispered.

Blaine writhed in his chair. Needing friction. Needing Kurt. Needing....Something.

"Oh, God, baby. Gonna make you come so hard" Blaine moaned out.

They were never much into dirty talk during sex, apart from the occasional swearing that was bound to happen. However, this seemed to be a night for trying new things, and Kurt didn't seem to object, as he moaned, pushing his fingers deeper into his hole.

"Unf. Blaine. You're so hot when you can't use your hands. It brings out your inner dirty talker."

"You like the dirty talk, huh?" Blaine asked, slightly surprised that his boyfriend was actually getting turned on rather than slapping him.

"Fuck yes, Blaine." Kurt panted as he added a third finger, stretching himself even wider for Blaine.

"That's right, baby. Stretch yourself out for me. Get ready, because I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel it for weeks."

"I'm going to be doing most of the work, Blaine." Kurt half laughed, half moaned. "You're tied to that chair. So it's you who should be getting ready for me, because I will be riding you into oblivion."

And, Jesus, why had they never tried dirty talk before? Blaine was about to come, and Kurt wasn't even touching him.

"Okay, baby. I'm ready for you." Kurt said, removing his fingers from his ass. He grabbed a condom, and ripped it open quickly, sliding it on to Blaine. He then squirted some lube into his hand, and slicked Blaine's cock up.

He lined Blaine's cock up with his entrance, and then slowly lowered himself down all the way, until he was sitting on Blaine's thighs. Blaine moaned deep in his throat.

"God, Blaine. You make me feel so full in this position."

Kurt knew he wouldn't last long. They were trying so many new things tonight, and it was a sensory overload. Every little touch, every little movement, caused his breath to catch in his throat.

He raised himself up all the way, and then lowered himself back down around Blaine's cock. Blaine moaned.

"Fuck, Kurt. You're so tight. You feel so good."

Kurt laughed, and leaned down, attaching his lips to Blaine's neck, and sucking hard. His thighs were becoming tired from the exertion of moving himself up and down on Blaine's cock.

"I'm close, Kurt."

Kurt wrapped his own hand around his dick, and began pumping, increasing the speed with which he moved up and down on Blaine's cock.

Blaine bit Kurt's shoulder as he came, shaking, and breathing heavy.

Kurt increased the speed of his hand on his cock, and ran his thumb over the head. Blaine took Kurt's earlobe into his mouth, nibbling on it.

"Come for me, baby." he whispered into Kurt's ear.

And those four words pushed Kurt over the edge. He came, moaning Blaine's name, and spilling across Blaine's stomach, and his own stomach and hand.

Kurt put his hand to Blaine's lips, who licked it clean eagerly, and leaned in for a kiss. Kurt ran his tongue along Blaine's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Blaine parted his lips just slightly, and Kurt thrust his tongue in, tasting himself in Blaine's mouth. He let out a breathy moan before pulling away, and grabbing some tissues to clean them up with.

He wiped the come from his and Blaine's stomachs, before untying Blaine's hands, and massaging his wrists gently.

"Are you okay, honey? Being tied up wasn't too rough for you, was it?"

"Not at all, Kurt. If it had been, I would have told you." Blaine replied, smiling brightly, and entwining his fingers with Kurt's, pulling their hands up to his mouth, and placing a light kiss to the back of Kurt's hand.

"So, dirty talk, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt questioned, pulling away to get dressed again, and tossing Blaine's boxers and shirt at him.

Blaine blushed slightly.

"Well, you weren't touching me. And....I just had to find some way to relieve a little of the tension. And then that happened." he replied, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Hey. Did I ever say I didn't like it?" Kurt questioned, noticing the awkwardness emanating from his boyfriend.

"No." Blaine replied.

"Exactly. Quite the contrary, I enjoyed it very much. Don't fret, my love. Tonight was all about being adventurous." Kurt said, walking over to his boyfriend, and placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

And they must have lost track of time, what with all of their experimenting, because just then, they heard the garage door opening.

Kurt rushed to put his shirt on, and Blaine tripped on his pant leg. They rushed downstairs, and sat themselves on the couch, hastily turning on the TV, and snuggling in as if they'd been there all evening.