So Hold On Until It's Over

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Blaine lay in his bed, scowling. The way Kurt had been acting made his blood boil. He wished he would stop being such a shameless flirt, especially because Kurt was flirting with everyone but Blaine. There was a knock at the door, but Blaine didn't move. It was unlocked; if somebody wanted in that badly, they could just open the door. The door creaked open, and, guess who, Kurt walked in.

Blaine rolled his eyes and swallowed hard.

"What," he hissed. Kurt just stood in front if the bed, his hands fumbling with each other nervously. Tentatively, Kurt sat down just on the edge of the bed.

"Y-you seemed angry at dinner," Kurt mumbled. "You would talk to me."

Yeah, I wonder why, Blaine though, sitting up, so his back was against the headboard.

"I was angry," he said. "Still am."

Kurt flinched a little.

"Why? Did... Did I do something?"

"Not exactly..." Blaine began, looking down at the quilt. "It's more... What you didn't do," He decided on.

It took Kurt a moment, but he understood the message.

"Oh..."

"Yeah." Blaine spat. He glared at Kurt and Kurt just stared back.

"It makes me angry..." Blaine whispered. "it makes me angry when you flirt with everyone else except me, because, the rest of them... They don't deserve you, Kurt. They don't care about you. I-I do. And it... It infuriates me to just watch you do that. It makes me jealous, and angry, because you should be mine," he finished, just staring Kurt dead in the eye.

Kurt had a wicked grin on his face. "You think I like doing that?" he asked. "I do that on purpose, Blaine, to make you jealous. I don't care about Wes, or David or any of them. I want you." Blaine stared for a few seconds, really thinking about the words. It was all the permission he needed. He grabbed Kurt by the wrist and pulled him down, pinning him against the bed with his wrists above his head.

"You think I like being jealous? You think I like watching you do that?" he hissed and Kurt just grinned.

"Nope," he said simply, coyly. "What are you gonna do about it, though?"

Blaine closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He repositioned himself so he was straddling Kurt, still keeping his hands above his head. He leaned down, lips to Kurt's ear, and said "I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson." he whispered, sucking at Kurt's earlobe at the end. Kurt moaned a little, slowly losing his confidence and just giving into Blaine.

"I want to tie you up, and never let anybody touch you except me," Blaine mumbled, sucking at Kurt's collarbone. Kurt arched his back a little and bit back a whimper as Blaine nipped gently at the skin. Blaine pulled off and licked up Kurt's jaw.

"Blaine..." Kurt mumbled. Blaine looked down between them and smirked at the growing bulge in Kurt's pants. Blaine trailed his fingers viciously slow and soft over Kurt's crotch and he whined.

"Please..." he mumbled. Blaine just took his hand away and pinned Kurt down again. "Not yet," Blaine said and pulled off Kurt's blazer. He tossed it to the floor before continuing, "You need to understand that nobody else gets to touch you now."

Painfully slowly, Blaine undid every single button of Kurt's shirt. With every button he popped, he kissed his chest. Kurt was squirming and whining beneath him, and Blaine knew what he wanted; he just wouldn't give it to him yet. Blaine tucked his hands underneath Kurt's back, lifting him up and pulling off his shirt. Kurt shivered, both at the sudden temperature change without his shirt, and because of the hungry look on Blaine's face. Blaine tangled his fingers into Kurt's hair and pulled his up for a dirty kiss.

"Please, Blaine." Kurt mumbled, his cock starting to ache now.

"No," he simply said. "I'm going to do what I want first." Blaine said, his voice dark and husky. "Do you want to know what I'm gonna do?"

Kurt nodded fast and stared into Blaine lust-blown eyes. "Tell me." He whispered. Blaine's fingers toyed with Kurt's bare nipples and he said, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll forget how to breathe, until the only word left in your vocabulary is my name. You'll feel it for days, and you'll remember that you're mine," He whispered darkly, directly into Kurt's ear.

Kurt's breath hitched and he moaned, pushing his hands up against Blaine's, trying to alleviate the restraints.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed. He was already forgetting everything he knew, and they'd barely done anything yet. Kurt whimpered, wanting to touch Blaine, but his wrists were still pinned down. Blaine put his lips over Kurt's nipple, sucking and nipping until Kurt was a writhing, moaning, horny mess beneath him. Kurt pushed harder against Blaine until he looked up and chuckled. "Do I need to tie you up?" He asked and Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered.

If he couldn't touch Blaine, he at least needed to touch himself; his cock was throbbing, and not being touched was torture. Blaine kissed him deep and dirty once, before letting go and climbing off Kurt. He stepped off the bed, and Kurt sat straight up, his heart pounding as fear swept over him. "Wh-- where are you going?" He asked and Blaine just smiled.

"Stay where you are, Kurt, and don't even think about touching yourself." Blaine chastised, walking to his dresser. Kurt nodded frantically, and ran his fingers through his hair. His mind was racing and his heart was beating fast enough to kill him. He could feel his cock starting to leak through his pants and tried to calm himself down. He leaned back against the pillows, trying as hard as he could not to slip his hand down his pants. He closed his eyes and Blaine silently climbed back on top of Kurt. He kissed him deeply, this time caring and gentle, not rough and hard. Kurt smiled up at Blaine when he pulled off, and realized he was shirtless as well.

Kurt turned to the bedside table, and saw two long red ribbons and a bottle of lube. He whimpered a little, and bit his lip. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows and stroked his fingers over Kurt's lip. "Hey," he whispered. "Don't do that. You know what I told you; I want to hear the sounds you make. I want to listen to you fall apart and say my name." Blaine said, kissing down Kurt's jaw, his neck, his chest and down his stomach.

He trailed his tongue slowly above the band of Kurt's pants and he moaned. Loudly. Blaine smirked and repositioned himself, so he was straddling Kurt. Kurt moaned again as the fingers on Blaine left hand painfully slowly began to work their way into his pants. His other hand rested just below Kurt's nipple.

"I'm not just going to pound straight into you, you know," Blaine said darkly, pressing kisses into Kurt's jaw line and neck. "I'm going to spread your legs and open you up so you're wet and stretched for when I fuck you. You'll be begging for me when I'm done, but you know I won't give it to you right away, don't you?" he asked and Kurt nodded slowly, trying to calm himself down now that Blaine's hand was wrapping around his cock. His pants were open and he was thanking God that he decided not to wear briefs today.

"I'll only give you what you want when you tell me. When you beg for it. When you tell me how much you need my cock in you because you know you belong to me." He said, enunciating his words by twisting Kurt's nipple. Kurt moaned loudly and arched his back into Blaine, his head falling onto the pillows. "Please, Blaine." He whispered, his breath catching in his throat. Kurt couldn't stand it anymore; he knew it was a bad idea, but he reached his hands out and tangled them into Blaine's soft brown hair.

He gripped and tugged and Blaine stared at him with a look as cold as death in his eyes. Kurt pulled his hands up and smirked; he got what he wanted. Blaine growled and pulled his hands off of Kurt. He reached for the table, grabbing the ribbons and placing them on the bed next to Kurt's hip.

"I hope you did that on purpose," Blaine hissed. "Because now you don't get to touch anything." He grabbed a ribbon and slammed Kurt's wrist against the headboard. Kurt winced slightly, but moaned when Blaine tied the ribbon around his wrist.

"This is what you get when you misbehave," he whispered and nipped Kurt's earlobe. He fastened both wrists to the headboard now and sat back, admiring his handiwork. Kurt was splayed put before him, hands tied with his head against the pillows and his chest bare. His pants were opened (and soon to be off) and he was writhing and moaning. Blaine knew he wasn't playing fair, but he also knew Kurt would give him anything he wanted.

"How can you be like this?" Blaine asked, leaning back down and finally pulling off Kurt's pants. "How can you be this fucking sexy and make me crazy without thinking there would he consequences?" Kurt just giggled, staring up at Blaine and silently thanking him for stripping him. Blaine pulled off his own pants now and ground his hips down. Kurt moaned at the friction and pulled against the restraints. Blaine smirked. "I told you I would tie you up." he said, kissing Kurt's hip.

"Blaine--" Kurt whined and strained his wrists. The ribbon started to dig into his skin and cut off his circulation. Blaine tied it well; Kurt knew he wasn't going anywhere until Blaine let him. "I'm going to do whatever I want to you, you know," Blaine whispered, nuzzling Kurt's thigh and slowly nudging his legs apart. "And I know you'll let me."

"Please, Blaine, do whatever you want, but please just touch me." Kurt whimpered, all of his words coming out in a rush. Blaine grinned evilly and trailed his fingers down Kurt's bare stomach.

"I could leave you here," Blaine said darkly, showing complete control. "Leave you tied up and leaking and wait for someone else to find you. One of the dorm advisors maybe," Kurt's heart clenched, "when they do the room checks. You would still be here, hard and moaning and you would try to touch yourself, but you couldn't, could you?" he asked. Kurt shook his head.

"No, you couldn't. Because I had to tie you up because you didn't listen." He wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock and he moaned, arching up into him. "I could let you stay here," he jerked his wrist up, eyes trained to Kurt's cock. "or you could let me do whatever I want."

He swiped his finger over the head of Kurt's leaking cock and licked off the pre-come. Kurt groaned. "Please, Blaine. You can have me, do whatever you want. Just--" he was cut off by Blaine squeezing hard.

"Promise me," Blaine began and Kurt breathed out, pulling hard against the ribbons and shutting his eyes. "That you will never look at another person the way you look at me. That all of this," he gestured to Kurt's body, "will only be seen by me."

Kurt nodded. "I promise, please Blaine, please, I promise."

"Good." And with that, Blaine let go of Kurt's dick and reached for the lube. He pushed Kurt's legs apart and shoved his knees up. Internally, Kurt sighed in relief. He prayed that Blaine would actually give him what he wanted. Blaine spread the lube over his fingers and toyed with Kurt's hole. Kurt's whole body jerked when Blaine traced the ring of muscle with his finger. He pushed his index finger in to the first knuckle and stared at Kurt.

He was biting his lip again and Blaine scowled. "Stop that." he scolded, and it took Kurt a minute but he released his bottom lip from his teeth. "Now tell me," Blaine twisted his finger and Kurt cried out obscenities. "What do you want?" he asked, following up on his previous threat.

"I wha-, nggh, I, Blaine," Kurt stuttered as Blaine pushed his finger all the way in. "I want y-you." he finally got out.

"And you'll take anything I give you, wouldn't you?" Blaine asked, now pushing a second finger in and scissoring.

"Yes--!"

"Look at me," Blaine commanded, and Kurt pulled against the ribbons and looked down. Blaine was between his legs, right hand against his thigh, left hand inside of Kurt. Kurt's eyes darted to Blaine's angry, leaking cock.

"This is what you do to me." He said before slamming his fingers inside Kurt. He never broke eye-contact with him. Blaine just stared at Kurt as his eyes clouded over.Blaine continued to finger Kurt, pressing a third and then a fourth inside him, continuously pouring more lube onto his hand.

"Is this what you want?" Blaine's voice was dark and rough. "You want my cock in you, like the slut that you are?"

Kurt just squirmed. "Yes, please, God, Blaine!" he screamed and the head of Blaine's cock pressed against his hole.

"You have no idea what I think about you," Blaine said, pushing halfway into Kurt before pulling out. Sweat was pooling in Kurt's hairline and he was pulling so hard on the restraints, that he felt like crying. He had never wanted Blaine so badly and this was getting to be too much. He had needed to come for at least an hour and a half, and his cock hurt too much to explain. Kurt screamed as Blaine slammed into him all the way. Blaine wrapped one hand around Kurt's right wrist and the other around his cock. His hips rolled against Kurt's and he pounded into him harder than ever. Kurt's vision was starting to blur and tears were stinging his eyes. In the back of his mind, his safe word was screaming at him, but it was washed away and drowned out by Blaine's moans.

Blaine wasn't kidding. Literally every cognitive part of Kurt's body was thinking about Blaine, now. It was the only word Kurt could remember, so he said it. "Blaine...!" he screeched as Blaine pounded straight against his prostate. "Blaine, please, I-I'm gonna --" His wrists were killing him, and Blaine's left hand was pumping his dick. Kurt's stomach was tight and hot and coiled and he wanted to explode.

"No, you're not." Blaine chastised. "You can come when I let you." Blaine scolded, taking every possible step to make Kurt his.

Blaine dropped Kurt's wrist and instead used it to tweak his nipples. Blaine pressed kisses on Kurt's jaw line, his neck, his cheeks, everywhere, marking every possible part of flawless skin to prove Kurt belonged to him, and only him.

"Kurt, fuck." Blaine said against his mouth as he tried to kiss his lips. Tears were running down his face now and he just whispered Blaine's name over and over again, promising that he'd never be with anyone else.

"Please," Kurt whimpered. "Blaine, please, I need to c-- I need..."

Blaine slammed against his prostate a few more times, jerked his hand up and down and kissed him once, hard and dirty before Kurt exploded all over himself and Blaine. Kurt shut his eyes tight, waiting to be scolded, punished, restrained further or blindfolded, but it didn't happen, because, for Blaine, that was all it took; Kurt moaning through his orgasm and whispering Blaine's name for him to finally come undone. He came hard, spilling into Kurt, and slowly pulling out.

Blaine stared at Kurt for a few long moments before his brain kicked in. He released the vice-like grip of the restraints and kissed Kurt deep and gentle and caring and soft. He swiped his fingers over Kurt's stomach to clear off the come and pressed his fingers to Kurt's lips. He sucked them into his mouth and swirled his tongue around, licking off his own come, simply because Blaine wanted him to.

Blaine pulled him under the covers with him and wrapped his arms around Kurt protectively. He rested his chin on top of Kurt's head and just listened to him breathe. After a few minutes Blaine looked down at him. Kurt's eyes were shut and he looked peaceful. He blinked them open and stared at Blaine. For a long time, they just looked at each other, realizing what just happened.

Blaine took Kurt's hands in his, and kissed the deep marks that the ribbons left. He kissed the tips of each of his fingers and swept the hair off of his forehead. Kurt smiled and snuggled up against Blaine, his head on his chest and Blaine's arms wrapped around him. Kurt knew that the dorm advisors would come for room checks, but he also knew that Blaine wouldn't let him leave, no matter what they said.

No words were exchanged between the two, but they still understood exactly what the other meant. Kurt was happy, and warm and safe, and Blaine just smiled. He kissed Kurt's forehead and placed kisses to his hairline, but never once let go of him. Finally, Kurt looked up at Blaine for real, and smiled again. Kurt only said one thing to him before falling asleep in Blaine's arms.

"Yours,"