Day 1: In the Darkness
Series: The 12 Kinks of Christmas
Kink: Blindfold.
Paring: Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2700+
So basically this all began with the idea from glee troll on tumblr and it has since plagued my mind until I wrote it. And the kinks won't end up rhyming like the song but you'll deal with it.
Merry christmas!
On the first day of Christmas, Blaine gave his one true love, one satin blindfold.
Blaine really loved Christmas. He loved the songs, the decorations and the just over-all feel of it. He loved walking into malls and seeing the wreaths all around the walls, gigantic Christmas tree's, even the little sprigs of mistletoe made him smile and his heart fill with Christmas joy.
Usually at Christmas time you could find Blaine scouring the stores to find the perfect presents for his family and friends, playing happy, Christmas jingles on the piano or sipping eggnog and watching old movies. This year would be different. This year, well, this year Blaine had Kurt and because of him, Blaine had something truly wicked planned.
Kurt didn't want Blaine to buy him lots of presents, or even just one expensive present and he was completely adamant about it. So Blaine decided to give him the best Christmas present of all:
Sex.
For 12 days straight.
Blaine has it all thought out, all meticulously planned. Hell, he had even written it down in his journal!
This year, Blaine would give Kurt a Christmas experience he would never forget.
On the first day of Christmas, Blaine gave his one true love, one satin blindfold.
"I have a present for you," Blaine told Kurt as he wrapped his scarf tighter around Kurt's neck, pulling him close. Kurt smiled softly and gazed into Blaine's warm hazel eyes.
"It's only the 13th, silly," Kurt replies and Blaine shrugs it off.
"I know. I'm doing something special for you this year," Blaine says and his fingers trail over the hem of Kurt's winter jacket slowly.
"I told you I didn't want any presents," Kurt reminds him.
"It barely cost me anything!" Blaine assures him and Kurt purses his lips.
"Oh, Blaine. What am I going to do with you?" Kurt says with that teasing tone in his voice and they both smile, completely wrapped up in each other's company.
"Kiss me," Blaine whispers and Kurt obeys, their lips touching lightly before Blaine puts one hand on Kurt's cheek and runs his tongue over Kurt's bottom lip. They kissed softly, but passionately for a few minutes before Kurt pulls away.
"So where's my present?" he asks when he has his breath back.
"Back pocket," Blaine replies, his eyes going dark. Kurt frowns at him, utterly confused. He reaches around and gingerly pulls out something small and soft from Blaine's trouser's pocket.
"Wha -?" Kurt asks, mystified as he looks at the plain black strip of satin material.
"It's a blindfold," Blaine explains, licking his lips and watches the understanding fill Kurt's face.
"Oh."
This was going to be fun.
In no time at all, they made their way back to Blaine empty house and were scrambling up the stairs.
Blaine pushes Kurt into his bedroom and shuts the door behind him. Kurt stands before him, his chest rising and falling heavily, his lips red, wet and swollen. He's already shaking with anticipation.
"What are you going to do with me?" Kurt asks softly, his voice quivering as he speaks. Blaine merely smirks as he pulls out the satin blindfold from his pocket once more and threads it through his hands. Kurt stares.
"Whatever I want."
Kurt swallows and closes his eyes, his hands curled into fists by his side. Blaine walks over to him slowly, his steps even and exact. He wasn't going to rush this. He stood before Kurt, so close that Kurt could feel his breath.
"Do you trust me, Kurt?" Blaine whispers, and pulls Kurt's scarf off from around his neck. It drops to the floor with a soft 'thud.' Kurt's neck is now exposed and Blaine cannot wait to see the rest of him as bare.
"Y-yes," Kurt stutters out and the corner or Blaine's mouth twitches.
"Good. I'm not going to hurt you, Kurt, but if I do anything you're uncomfortable with, you need to tell me," Blaine explains and Kurt lets out a light burst of laughter. He opens his eyes to look at Blaine who shrugs sheepishly. "What? I've never done anything like this so I don't know what your limits are and -" Blaine is cut off from a pair of soft lips pressing against his own.
"Shhh, it's okay, Blaine," Kurt says, his tone light and cheerful. "I told you; I trust you."
"I - uh - yeah, okay," Blaine says breathlessly. "Good."
Kurt starts to undress himself slowly, peeling off his many winter layers one by one. The reality of what Blaine plans to do finally sinks in and Blaine finds himself extremely nervous. Blaine wrings his hands and pulls on the blindfold. Kurt stand before him in his wind beater and his briefs and oh god, he's already half-hard.
"What do you want me to do?" Kurt asks a blank-faced Blaine.
"Turn -" Blaine clears his throat and tries again. "Turn around." Kurt gives him a smile and obeys. Blaine takes a deep breath and lifts up the blindfold and places it over Kurt's eyes, tying it securely in a knot behind his head. "Is that okay?"
"Yeah," Kurt says, his voice tight and sharp.
"Can you see?"
"Not at all," Kurt admits and a shiver runs through him. He is completely at Blaine's mercy now.
Blaine runs his fingers down the back of Kurt's neck. He jumps and shivers, goosebumps raising on his skin. Kurt is breathing heavily, the anticipation of what's about to happen is making his body crazy already. He puts his hands on Kurt's shoulders and directs him a few steps forward to the bed. Kurt's movements are awkward and slow but eventually his shins hit the edge of the mattress and Blaine interacts him to lie down on his stomach. Blaine leaves him like that, blindfolded and almost naked on the bed while he undresses himself. Kurt waits anxiously, his body already thrumming in excitement. Blaine stares at Kurt's body for a few moments and strokes himself leisurely, happy to leave Kurt waiting.
"Blaineee," Kurt whines after a few minutes and shifts on the bed and Blaine lets out a soft laugh before climbing up on the mattress. He grabs the hem of Kurt's singlet and pushes it up slowly, leaning down and kissing the soft skin of Kurt's back as it becomes exposed. Kurt gasps and arches his back into Blaine's mouth.
"They say that your other senses become heightened when one is taken away," Blaine comments as he sucks hard on the skin of Kurt's right shoulder blade. Kurt whimpers at the touch. Blaine chuckles against Kurt's skin and pushes up Kurt's singlet until he has to lift up his arms to take it off. Blaine is careful not to shift the blindfold. The smooth expanse of Kurt's back is now in it's full glory and Blaine can't help but stare. He really is too lucky to have Kurt. Gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, Kurt. He runs his index finger down Kurt's spine and watches with glee as Kurt squirms.
"Are you just going to torture me for eternity or what?" Kurt cries out, his fingers clutching at the bed sheets. He is even more receptive than usual, Blaine notes, which really, should not be a surprise considering the blindfold, but still.
"Perhaps," Blaine replies with a slight nod of his head that Kurt doesn't see. "This is the best kind of torture, after all."
"For you, maybe," Kurt grumbles under his breath.
Blaine drags his fingers down to the curve of Kurt's ass, teasing him with light pinches and grazes. "So, I should stop then?" Blaine asks and lifts his hands away from Kurt's body who immediately starts protesting.
"No! I was kidding. No! Please!" Kurt pleads, thrusting his ass up in the air, begging for Blaine's hands.
"Please, what?" Blaine asks cheekily and Kurt makes a soft, whiny noise in the back of his throat.
"Just touch me, Blaine! I could really care less where but goddammit I just want your hands on me!" Kurt exclaims loudly, his head thrown to the side. Blaine looks at him, blindfolded and blushing and feels blood rush south. It's such a pretty picture.
"I love the way you beg," Blaine murmurs and straddles Kurt's legs and grabs his ass. Kurt instantly starts moaning and rolling his hips. He loves when Blaine plays with his ass and it feels even better with his blindfold. His sense of touch has become extremely sensitive and Kurt knows that it was Blaine's plan all along. He can feel Blaine's half-hard cock on his thigh and goddamit if it isn't turning him on more! Blaine rubs his hands all over Kurt's ass as much as he can through his briefs and enjoys the way that Kurt responds beneath him. "Let's get rid of these, shall we?" Blaine asks rhetorically and starts pulling down Kurt's underwear.
Blaine has watched a lot of porn so when he decides that Kurt's was the nicest ass he's ever seen, you know it's got to be a pretty damn fine ass. He leans down, and lightly bites the pale skin.
"Oh, fuck."
Blaine grins and sucks before pulling back. He's left a nice, red mark right on the centre of Kurt's ass. Excellent. He rubs his hands over it, grabbing handfuls of Kurt's ass. It feels so damn good between his fingers. Kurt is shaking beneath him and Blaine's cock is getting harder with every soft moan he emits. He reaches over Kurt towards his bedside table where he has three special things he brought just for tonight. Two of them are feathers; one is small, white and soft, the other is long, and black, a mimic of a crow's feather. Blaine has a feeling that they will drive Kurt crazy.
Blaine takes both feathers from the table but places the white one beside him. Kurt's breathing is harsh and quick, and it's about to get a whole lot worse. Blaine takes the black one and trails it over Kurt's neck who spasms beneath him. Blaine lets out a bubble of laughter and proceeds to use the feather to tickle Kurt's sides. Kurt giggles and writhes underneath Blaine, trying to escape the feather, but with Blaine sitting on top of him, it proves rather futile.
"Oh god!" Kurt cries out, twisting his body, his chest rising and falling fast from laughing so much. Blaine is grinning, his smile broad and toothy. He lifts up, kneeling over Kurt as he rolls himself over, the black blindfold contrasting wonderfully on his pale skin. Blaine stares down at him, the black feather hanging loose in his fingers. Kurt is really breathtaking. His lips are stretched out into a smile, his nipples are dusky and his hard cock is lying on his stomach, just begging to be touched.
Blaine drops the black feather and picks up the white one. This will feel considerably different, Blaine knows, but when he lightly touches Kurt's cock, he isn't quite ready for the shout of surprise. Extremely pleased, Blaine does the same thing, trailing the feather up from the base of Kurt's cock, to the head and watches as Kurt moans and cants his hips up. He takes the feather around the head of Kurt's cock, and Kurt fists the sheets, groaning deep from the back of his throat. Blaine loves the sound.
He leans over Kurt, his hands up above Kurt's shoulders and leans down, kissing him softly. Kurt reacts straight away, arching his head up and parting his lips. It's so wonderful the way that Blaine just devours Kurt's mouth, the way that Kurt so readily sucks on Blaine's tongue and uses his hand to pull Blaine even closer to him. Blaine presses himself down onto Kurt and the loud, wanton moan he gets from his own cock touching Kurt's is so fucking hot. Blaine ruts himself up against Kurt and in minutes they are both so far gone and unable to form proper sentences. Both Blaine and Kurt have wandering hands, roaming all over each other's body's. Blaine breaks away from Kurt's clavicle for a moment and removes his one hand from his nipple and reaches up to get the third item. He's left it there earlier that morning. Blaine unscrewed the cap of the bottle and leaned back, straddling Kurt's body properly once more. Kurt's arms reached out for Blaine, who merely pushes his hands back down and begins to tip the bottle. Icy cold water that has been left to melt falls on Kurt's heated chest. The reaction is instantaneous. Kurt cries out, his mouth falling open in a shocked gasp and leans up on his elbows, the water rolling down his body.
"Holy shit!"
Blaine just laughs and presses his warms hands on Kurt's chest, pushing him back down. He screws the cap of the bottle back on before tossing it off the bed. He puts his hands back on Kurt's chest, right over his nipples. The contrast from the cold water and Blaine's warm hands make his body jerk towards his touch. He so desperately wants to see, needs to see Blaine's beautiful face. He whimpers when Blaine's cock starts rubbing up against his own once more and he bites down on his lip, pleasure coursing through his blood like a tsunami. It's too much. Blaine is making him feel too much. Everything pore on his body is on overdrive. He feels, stronger than ever, the feel of Blaine's cock, the soft skin but hard feeling of it against his own like fire against his skin. But then, he can also feel the hair on Blaine's thighs, the coarse feeling distracting him only slightly before Blaine is flicking his tongue against his left nipple and causing his body to lock up.
"Too much," Kurt moans out, one hand clawing at the bed, the other tangled in Blaine's hair. "I can't - oh god."
"I know," Blaine says and Kurt growls at him. No, he doesn't know. Blaine controls what he does and isn't surprised and completely in the dark about what's going to happen next. His body isn't throbbing with anticipation, the unknown doesn't terrify him and arouse him at the same time.
Blaine reaches down between their bodies with one hand and grips both of their cocks. The moan that Kurt releases is from another planet. It catches in his throat, makes him still and oh fuck, Blaine thinks. He is completely wrecked. Then the realisation finally set upon him. Heturned Kurt into this. He, Blaine Anderson, turned Kurt inarticulate and moaning with ecstasy. Blaine then realises the horror, what he's missed since he put the blindfold over Kurt's eyes. He continues to stroke the both of them, Kurt shaking and quivering beneath him. He leans down and peppers light kisses all over Kurt's face.
He always said that Kurt has gorgeous eyes, and he hadn't seen them once.
"I need to," Blaine pants out as he reaches up with his free hand and tugs on the satin sash around Kurt's eyes, "I need to see your eyes." He rips down the blindfold and finally, finally,Kurt is looking up at him with those bright blue eyes that he loves so damn much. He jerks the both of them off faster, his arm moving at a wicked pace and Blaine doesn't let him move his gaze from Kurt's. Kurt's staring at him with wonderful pleasure. Blaine can't handle it. He comes hard, hot, thick spurts all over his hand and Kurt's chest. He grunts, his hand never slowing as Kurt explodes beneath him, all wide eyed, open mouthed and gasping breaths. He is so fucking gorgeous. Kurt's toes curl into the mattress, his whole body shaking with lust and ecstasy. He can't control his mouth, gasping like a man saved from drowning.
"You're so fucking gorgeous, baby," Blaine mumbles out, kissing down Kurt's neck softly as they both come down from their orgasm high.
Kurt can't speak, his body still suffering the aftershocks. Blaine rolls off the both of them and cleans the both of them off with tissues for his bedside table.
"Thank you for the wonderful present, Blaine," Kurt says, fingering the soft satin that is hanging loose on his neck, after a few minutes when he manages to catch his breath.
"I'm glad you liked it," Blaine replies, kissing him softly on the side of his mouth. "But I'm not done yet."
"What?" Kurt frowns, bewildered.
"There's twelve days of Christmas, Kurt, and today was only day one."
Kurt swallowed heavily, his imagination running wild.
Oh yes, it was going to be a very merry christmas indeed.