Blaine loved making love to Kurt. He loved everything about it. Except, if he was really honest, he could do without that one thing.

Kurt liked to talk. He liked to talk a lot. And Blaine would have been okay with a vocal Kurt crying out ooh, baby, right there and oh, yeah, Blaine and more, harder, faster, but it wasn't like that at all.

“Did you start the dishwasher?” Kurt asked, just as Blaine was about to enter him.

“You've got to be kidding me,” Blaine groaned, sitting back on his heels.

“What?” Kurt rose up on his elbows. “You know we're going to fall asleep right after, and then everything's going to be crusty in the morning.”

“I'm losing wood here, Kurt.”

“Well, let me just check,” Kurt rose from the bed. As he left the room, Blaine fell over sideways and covered his face with his hands.

When Kurt returned he trailed a finger up Blaine's side then leaned down to kiss him. “Hi, beautiful,” he smiled.

“Kurt, we have to talk,” Blaine said, sitting up. “You're killing me with all the talking. Do I bore you that much?”

“Bore you? Oh, God, no, Blaine. You're amazing.”

“If I'm so amazing, how come you can talk about so much mundane stuff when we're…you know?”

“Oh, honey, come here.” Kurt sat on the bed with his back against the headboard, and he motioned for Blaine to settle in his arms, which he did. “It's because you're amazing that I talk. I am completely comfortable with you, and I feel like I can tell you anything, at any time. Maybe all my talk isn't so sexy, but it means that I'm completely unself-conscious. If it were anyone else in the bed, I wouldn't be making a squeak, I would be so worried about every single thing.”

“Great, now I'm thinking about you in bed with another man,” Blaine grumbled. Then his tone softened and he traced Kurt's pulse at his throat with a finger, “I love that you're comfortable with me. I do. It's just…well, never mind. I'm sorry I brought it up.”

And as they made love, Blaine truly did try to stop thinking about it, but he couldn't.

“So I rsvped to Wes' party for us,” Kurt mentioned as Blaine had his face buried between Kurt's legs and was licking up his length.

That's it! Blaine thought in exasperation, rising up off the bed and stalking over to the dresser.

“Hey, that's my scarf drawer!” Kurt protested.

Blaine rummaged through it. Well, not exactly rummaged, because if he rumpled anything Kurt would end him, but he did sort through, finding a scarf that was beautiful and cotton, not silk. Then he grabbed another couple for good measure.

“Blaine, what are you doing with my scarves? You know, that one's Gucci, and…umpf.” Blaine had wrapped the scarf around Kurt's mouth. It was really just an impulse, and he planned to take it off right away, because now that he was less frustrated, he figured Kurt would be really angry. However, when he looked into Kurt's eyes Kurt looked…intrigued.

Huh.

That was interesting. Experimentally, Blaine pulled Kurt's arm up over his head, then he pulled the other one up, so they were together, next to the headboard. Blaine pulled his own hands away, but Kurt kept his hands right there. Encouraged, Blaine grabbed another scarf and wound it around Kurt's wrists and then through the headboard and tied it.

Years of sailing with his dad had taught him how to tie a secure rope that could also be released pretty simply if you knew what you were doing, and he did that automatically. Then he gazed back into Kurt's eyes. Kurt's eyes were more intent on Blaine than they had ever been, and his pupils were beginning to dilate with desire.

Oh, wow. Okay.

Blaine took the back of his hand and traced it down the inside of Kurt's arm, starting at his wrist and moving along the soft skin at the crook of Kurt's elbow, the warmth of his armpit (Kurt squirmed a little at that) across Kurt's pecs and down the middle of his chest, moving incrementally, barely touching Kurt with the back of his hand. Kurt's cock twitched, but Blaine moved his hand away before it got there.

Blaine had absolutely no experience with bondage. He hadn't even given it much thought before, but now his mind was scrambling for ideas. What would make Kurt feel good? What would be exciting for Kurt? He grabbed the last scarf, folded it, and placed it over Kurt's eyes, securing it in place. Kurt seemed to relax into the bed with the gesture. He was clearly very into this; Blaine had no idea. But then Blaine realized that as much as he shared with Kurt, he didn't share everything. He didn't share some of his really secret turn-ons. These fantasies involved strangers and domination and a whole host of things that were probably more exciting in the abstract than in reality. Maybe Kurt had some of these secret fantasies, too.

Suddenly Blaine quit worrying about what Kurt would want and started to think about what Blaine would want. If he were tied to the bed, blindfolded and gagged, what would be exciting and sexy and mindblowing to him?

Blaine realized that even without Kurt's talking, it isn't quiet enough. He got off the bed and turned off the music. Then he listened. He went into the kitchen and unplugged the refrigerator. Then he took the batteries out of a wall clock. He couldnt do anything about the street noise because, after all, it was New York City, but, still, the apartment now seemed deathly quiet. Blaine liked it.

There was another clock by the bed, but it was plugged into the wall and silent, so that was okay. Blaine looked to where Kurt was lying naked and still on the bed, waiting and anticipating. Blaine maneuvered until he was hovering over Kurt's body, so close, so that Kurt could feel his body heat but being careful not to touch Kurt anywhere. He just stayed like that. In fact, he looked at the clock and decided he'd wait like that for one minute. It sounded clinical, but it didn't feel that way. It felt like a challenge.

It wasn't a whole minute until Kurt was straining and moaning behind his gag, trying to touch Blaine's body. Blaine put his mouth very close to Kurt's ear so that he wasn't touching, but Kurt was still able to feel his hot breath on his skin. “Shhhhh. Be very still, or I won't touch you at all. I bet you can be still and very quiet. Can't you, sweetheart?” Blaine was surprised at how steady and…masterful his voice sounded.

He was even more surprised when Kurt instantly stilled and was quiet. Seeing Kurt obey him so completely was flooding Blaine with desire. I am a Dom. Who knew?

Blaine sat back between Kurt's legs, again being careful not to touch. He looked at the clock again. He decided to give it another minute. His gaze roamed over Kurt while he waited. Kurt was silent and still, but occasionally a finger would twitch as though it could barely contain the impulse not to reach for Blaine. Blaine couldn't believe a finger movement could be such a turn-on.

When the minute was up, he knew what he wanted to do. He reached with both hands and slowly began to stroke Kurt's nipples. Kurt arched up to him at the touch, so Blaine moved his hand away and Kurt collapsed back on the bed, lying completely still. Blaine touched Kurt's nipples again, and Kurt remained still this time, but Blaine could see that Kurt's fingers were held tensely. Good. Blaine looked at the clock again. How long could Kurt take just having his nipples stroked? Could he take two minutes? Blaine decides to find out. He has no plans to escalate; he would just stroke gently for the full two minutes. Blaine didn't know what to expect, but as the seconds passed by, he could see Kurt getting more and more agitated by the slow gentle strokes around and around both nipples. As he strained to keep himself still, his muscles tensed, his fingers continued to twitch, and little gasps for air came from around the gag.

When the two minutes were up, Blaine simply removed his hands and sat for a second or two, just watching. When Kurt's body started to relax, Blaine reached up and stroked again, just for a second, then he removed this hands. He repeated this a few times until he saw Kurt's cock beginning to leak onto his stomach.

Blaine grabbed a bottle of lube from where it had lodged itself at the base of the bed from what seemed like eons earlier, and he squirted a little onto his palm. Then he reached out and stroked Kurt once, twice from base to tip, thumbing over Kurt's head with each stroke and giving Kurt a little relief. Kurt cried out, and Blaine simply held Kurt at the base, not moving his hand, just holding until Kurt quieted again. Then Blaine removed his hand and reached up with his dry hand to stroke Kurt's nipples again, first one, then the other, with the same slow, gentle strokes as before.

Kurt's body was again rigid, so Blaine moved his hands again and simply waited. He repeated the pattern of touching Kurt's nipples, then stroking his cock, then doing nothing in succession, again and again until every muscle in Kurt's body was straining and Blaine was having a hard time not coming just from watching.

Blaine brought Kurt right to the edge, again and again, but never gave him quite enough to push him over. The feeling of power mingled with arousal was so heady, but Blaine realized that something was missing.

Suddenly, he knew what it was.

He reached up, and with a deft hand, he ungagged Kurt.

“Talk to me, darling.”

“BlaineohBlaineohBlaineohBlaineohBlaine,” Kurt moaned.

Blaine was stroking Kurt in earnest now. “That's right, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Oh, fuck, Blaine. I want you. I just want you. I…aaaaaaahhhhh.” Kurt went over the edge with a violent jolt, and Blaine stroked him through it. When Kurt's shudders subsided, Blaine quickly untied all the knots and pulled Kurt to him, kissing his temple and whispering, “I love you, I love you,” again and again.

When Kurt finally returned to Earth, he looked up into Blaine's warm eyes and said, “So I rsvped to Wes' party for us,” and Blaine just held him and smiled.