“How’s dinner coming along baby?” Blaine asked happily skipping into the small kitchen of his and Kurt’s shared apartment.

“Good, good.” Kurt replied blankly.

Blaine stood straight and walked to stand behind Kurt where he was chopping up some vegetables. He ran his fingertips along Kurt’s arms and felt him shivered at the touch.

“You seem tense” He whispered, hot breath brushing across Kurt’s cheek, lips barely touching the shell of his ear.

Kurt laughed a short, hard laugh and then turned his head to meet Blaine’s, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“I love you.” He said sweetly.

Kurt turned his head back to the vegetables he was slowly cutting, and edged his hips back, pushing into Blaine’s erection through his boyfriend’s jeans.

Blaine gasped dramatically. “You’re naked!” His fingers dropped from Kurt’s arm, running slowly down his torso – only covered by a thin apron which left the back completely open – down to his hips.

The warmth of his touch ran through Kurt’s body making him shudder and whine a little at the feel of his boyfriend’s hands finally on him. He pushed his hips back further and Blaine moved one hand along the small of Kurt’s back.

“So tense” he echoed, kissing Kurt’s neck sketchily, tongue running lazily over the column of his throat and softly sucking onto random points.

“mmm” Kurt hummed, dropping the knife carefully onto the chopping board, fingertips gripping intensely into the side of the counter.

Blaine’s hand rubbed small circles on the small of his back, and slowly his little finger dipped a tiny bit lower, rubbing cautiously along Kurt’s crack.

“Blaine” Kurt whined, throwing his head back and giving Blaine’s idle mouth more room to work his neck. Blaine hummed into his neck and nipped the skin lightly. Kurt threw his head forward again and pulled his hips up, still pushing further into Blaine. Blaine’s hand lowered instantly at the new angle and he softly traced his index finger further down into Kurt’s crack, until he came across a familiar object.

“Mmmmmm” Blaine groaned in approval. “So hot” he breathed against Kurt’s neck. “You’re so fucking hot like this.”His fingertips gripped the edge of the object, and twisted curiously, his mouth pulling away from Kurt’s neck to watch his face as he reacted to the movement. He watched in awe as Kurt’s mouth fell open and he pushed his hips back again, groaning loudly.

“You bought the plug” Blaine’s tongue found Kurt’s neck again. Kurt could only moan in response to the short, sharp twists of the plug stretching his hole. Blaine swallowed thickly and sucked on the spot where Kurt’s neck meets his collarbone then lifted his head to Kurt’s ear and whispered hotly against it, air breathing over Kurt’s cheeks as he did.

“So fucking hot, Kurt. I don’t think you realise how hard you make me like this. Stretching yourself for me over dinner just so that as soon as it’s in the oven, you’ll come and sink yourself onto me whilst I’m working in the study and then you’ll ride me, thrusting yourself harder and faster each time, and who knows, you’d probably tie me up, right?” he stopped the movement of the plug, which he was now thrusting in and now of Kurt’s ass at a painfully slow pace. He looked into his boyfriends eyes who had turned to look at him. “Right?” he echoed.

Kurt nodded. “Y-yeah. Yeah.”

“Tell me.” Blaine commanded into his ear, dragging the plug out and then pushing it back into Kurt’s hole as hard as he could, but as soon as it was buried inside, he dragged it back out just as sharply, over and over and over again. “Tell me Kurt” He breathed. “Tell me what you were gonna do to me”

“I-I” he stuttered and let out a long heavy breath and then sucking it back in again as Blaine’s other hand moved alongside the first, a finger slipping in alongside the plug still thrusting slowly in and out.

“You what, Kurt?” Blaine said, nipping on Kurt’s earlobe. “You were going to come in and tie my hands behind the chair? Remove your apron and then ride me hard without letting me touch you?” He guessed, the words making Kurt’s mouth go dry, his mind was blanking from the feel of Blaine’s finger rubbing against his prostate as the plug worked into him harder, stretching him more and more.

“I-I was-handcuffs-chair” Kurt stuttered.

“Oh.” Blaine said thoughtfully. He removed his finger and thrust the plug in one more time before removing his hand and dropping to his knees. He ran his tongue alongside the outline of the plug against Kurt’s rim, pushing his tongue against the side of the plug to dip into Kurt’s hole.

He let his tongue explore for a few seconds, hands gripped tightly onto Kurt’s naked thighs. He removed his tongue and pressed a kiss to the end of the plug and then stood up and kissed his boyfriend’s cheek.

“Finish up dinner, I’ll be in the study.” And then Blaine left Kurt alone in the kitchen.

Kurt let out an intense breath and looked down at the half cut vegetables on the counter. He moved his hand carefully to the plug, where Blaine’s hands…and tongue, had been moments before. Gingerly, he pulled it out a little bit and then dipped it back inside, groaning audibly at the movement, not caring if Blaine knew what he was doing. His dick was painfully hard and he decided that dinner could wait, or they could order in later or whatever, but right now he needed to have Blaine inside him. He opened the draw shakily and took out two pairs of handcuffs, leaving the keys where they lay in the draw, and he also took out a long piece of dark blue silk. He slipped them all into one hand and then tugged slowly on the plug, removing it completely, clenching at the emptiness it left behind. He winced and then walked shakily to the study, placing the plug into his apron pocket and swallowing thickly outside the door. Blaine’s desk was positioned opposite the door, so he couldn’t see Kurt – although Blaine knew he was there, and Kurt knew that he knew. He clicked the door shut, and locked it for good measure. Even though they lived alone, Kurt always loved knowing that they were locked in somewhere together, neither able to leave in an instant, always wrapped up in each other.

Blaine’s arms rest comfortably on the arms of his chair, fingers drumming happily as he hummed a random tune. Kurt pushed the handcuffs into the front pocket of his apron alongside the plug and stretched the thin fabric of the silk between his hands, dragging it out to its full length as he walked silently until he was behind Blaine. He lifted the fabric over his head, and dropped it to Blaine’s eyes, pulling it tight and tying it behind his head.

“Shh.” Kurt whispered against his ear as he heard him whimper in protest. He pulled one set of handcuffs from his pocket and locked Blaine’s right arm to the arm of the chair, repeating the same measure with the left. He span Blaine’s chair around – thankful that it was a desk chair from his work with wheels – and tugged lightly at the back of his apron until it fell open.

“What are you doing?” Blaine whispered breathlessly. “Tell me,” he pleaded.

Kurt smirked and swallowed as he lifted the apron over his head and dropped it to the floor, making sure to place the plug delicately onto the desk beforehand.

“Stop talking baby.” Kurt replied softly as he leant forward to unbutton Blaine’s dress shirt.

“Hurry up” Blaine said breathlessly, his throat moving as he swallowed erratically. Kurt smiled and moved his hands to the top of Blaine’s shirt before ripping it open, buttons falling to the floor around him, a few landing on the chair but he didn’t bother moving them.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” Kurt said softly as he attached his mouth to Blaine’s neck, feeling Blaine’s fingertips fighting to reach his hips, gripping softly on them when he finally managed contact. “Stop touching me, Blaine. You’re handcuffed for a reason.” Blaine’s fingertips recoiled in an instant and he gripped the chair painfully tight, fighting every urge he had. Kurt unbuttoned his jeans and dragged them down his thighs, Blaine lifting his hips at the right moments until they were pooled at his feet, where he stepped out of them, blindly kicking them out of the way. Kurt’s knees found their way to rest either side of Blaine’s thighs and one hand rest on his boyfriend’s shoulder, the other gripping Blaine’s throbbing erection tightly as he dipped himself down, sinking lower and deeper onto Blaine’s dick. He watched intently as Blaine’s face tightened and relaxed, his own mouth dropping open as his breath came out short and hard.

“So tight, how are you always so fucking tight?” Blaine gasped, thrusting up slowly and instinctively into Kurt.

“Because usually, I top.” Kurt said simply, kissing the corner of Blaine’s mouth as he lifted himself up and dropped back down into Blaine’s lap, feeling himself panting harder. He pushed himself down as far as he could onto Blaine’s cock and ground his hips in small circles, Blaine threw his head back and licked his lips quickly, relishing in the heat and intensity of having Kurt ride him like this.

“How long-fuck-how long have you had the plug in?” Blaine asked curiously as Kurt forced his hips down lower, still not thrusting, simply grinding their hips together, fondling with Blaine’s balls with his fingertips, teasingly.

“Since you left for work this morning” He panted heavily.

Blaine threw his head back and felt Kurt’s tongue insistent against his mouth, he sucked his tongue in and moaned around him, gasping as Kurt lifted himself off of Blaine and thrust down again, picking up a rough pace and sitting up straight, letting himself moan loudly, knowing that it was all Blaine needed to knock over the edge.

“Blaine!” Kurt cried, his come splashing across their chests as he felt Blaine’s hips tense around him, his hips stuttering as he let out a long, hard whine, coming inside of his lover.

Kurt pressed a dry kiss to Blaine’s lips, who leant up for more as Kurt pulled away. Kurt pushed his shoulder back with a small nudge and lifted himself off of Blaine, fingertips hopelessly gripping towards the desk and wrapping around the plug as he pulled it back. He ran it lightly across Blaine’s lips, and he let his tongue dart out and run across it, until it was glistening with his saliva. Kurt pulled it back, and pushed it back into his hole, wincing at the pressure and the rawness of it. Once it was comfortably in, he stood up and picked up his apron. He tied it neatly back around him and then unlocked the door, ignoring Blaine’s whines.

He left the room, leaving Blaine handcuffed to the chair, and blindfolded, unable to move. He washed his hands thoroughly and moved back over to where he was cutting vegetables.

He’d go back for Blaine later.