Summary: Kurt and Blaine navigate their relatively new D/S relationship, making mistakes along the way

Takes Place between Discovery and Life and Love

Elliott shook his head concerned as he loosened the silk scarf around Blaine's elbow "You've got to always be aware of the pressure you're putting on his limbs." Elliott explained. "You might sprain or break something."

Kurt nodded thoughtfully redoing Blaine's arm the correct way, making sure this time it wasn't as tight. "When are you going to show me how to suspend him?" His let his mind drift to the images he'd seen while he did research. He enjoyed imagining Blaine's face on all the subs comfortable relaxed with their bodies supported by only rope.

"I'm not." Elliott said amused. "That's something you need to learn slowly. You're just learning how to use rope. Imagine what would happen if you made a mistake with him up in the air. You could seriously injure him."

"Oh" Kurt paused as all the images suddenly turned into an uncomfortable Blaine falling out of the positions. "We definitely don't want that. Right sweetheart?"

"No Sir," Blaine blinked contently from his position lying on their bed, his hands together as Kurt finished bounding them there. He'd spent most of the last hour silent, letting Kurt learn. He only objected once when Elliott first arrived, not quite ready to let anyone but Kurt see his body. Kurt had conceded that as long as it didn't infer with their learning he could wear something comfortable.

They practiced a few other restraints with the rope before Elliott was convinced Kurt knew how to do them without putting Blaine's limbs at risk.

"Do you want to try some pain play?" Elliott asked as Kurt helped Blaine out of the rope restraint he'd just finished.

Kurt looked at Blaine thoughtfully. "No, I don't think we really discussed it enough. We're still writing up our contract."

"Oh?" Elliott asked in interest. "Does that mean you might still have a collaring ceremony?" He shot Kurt a disappointed look. "Because you didn't even invite me to your Wedding."

"Actually, Santana didn't invite you. If I'd known, you would have been invited." Kurt corrected with a grin and then curiously asked "What is a collaring ceremony?"

"It be kind of like a wedding in your case, considering you two are lifelong. But it's what it sounds like. You'd be giving Blaine a collar, and he'd give you a cuff. You sign your contra-" Elliott started to explain, but Blaine interrupted

"I get to marry my Sir again? We could do it in Central Park and-"

"sweetheart, don't interrupt Elliott." Kurt chided absently, his mind rushing with the same thoughts Blaine expressed. It could be like a second wedding, and this time the focus would only be on them and their pledging to their lives to each other. And he'd get to even more blatantly claim Blaine as his, not only as his husband but as his sub. "Maybe. I'd like to do some research before I say either way." Kurt finally answered.

Elliott gave him a knowingly amused look. "Well I'm sure you have a lot to think about, if we're done here-" Elliott moved to get his stuff. "I've got a date in-" He looked at his watch "3 hours. So if you don't mind, I'm going to leave you two to it." Elliott winked as he left the room. Just as he got to the front door he shouted out "Have fun!"

"Could we, Sir? Please" Blaine begged moving to kneel at Kurt feet, the minute Elliott was gone. He gave Kurt the best puppy dog look possible.

"Blaine, I just told Elliott I'd think about it." Kurt sighed "I really do want to do some research. I wasn't even aware it was a thing"

"Okay. But I vote yes." Blaine commented with a grin as he wiggled his hand up the front of Kurt's shirt

"Noted." Kurt smiled "But that's not going to change my mind about doing research, sweetheart"

Blaine's hand found their way lower trying to undo the buttons on Kurt's impossibly tight pants. Suddenly Blaine found himself on their bed, pinned on his stomach with Kurt's body pressed against him.

"That's not going to change my mind. Don't push it." Kurt warned, his voice low in Blaine's ear. It absolutely would change his mind. There was nothing like the afterglow of sex and with his sub wrapped up tight in his arms for Blaine to get exactly what he wanted. He just couldn't say no to his beautiful sub. They both knew that well.

Blaine shivered in delight. He loved when Kurt took charge like this. He usually payed for it if he didn't listen. But he couldn't help but want to prolong it. Especially when he could feel Kurt's wedding ring digging into his side. He loved the feel of it against his skin when Kurt decided he need a spanking.

All thought of what they were even discussing flew out of his mind. His only thought was how to get Kurt to want to give him a spanking. He couldn't help himself when he spoke next.

"Fine! Maybe Elliott would do it since you're so-" Blaine started his tone bratty as he tried to wriggle out from underneath Kurt.

Kurt's grip on him tightened for a moment as he sat up and pulled Blaine with him.

"What was that?" Kurt's voice dipped lower

"Elliott would want to do it" Blaine crossed his arms defiantly

"Clothes off, now" Kurt commanded pushing Blaine slightly to the floor.

Blaine practically tore off his clothes in excitement, remember only at the last second to fold them and set them on a chair. He fell to his knees at Kurt's feet trying to contain his smile over getting what he wanted.

"Get up" Kurt sighed as he walked away from Blaine. He knew his sub was enjoying this far more than he should.

Blaine scrambled after him confused. But Kurt pushed him away as he looked over the toys Elliott had left for them to practice with. Whips, No. He knew that required practice or he could seriously injure his sub. A Cane? He couldn't imagine ever doing that to Blaine. Paddle? Kurt stopped. That had potential.

Blaine's eye widened as he saw Kurt pick up a paddle. Hadn't he just told Elliott they weren't ready to do that? He'd thought he'd receive a spankings. But a paddle? Kurt had never used more than his hands before. The paddle seemed appealing, but he still found himself backing up and covering his ass with his hands.

Kurt turned around to find Blaine had made his way to one of the corners.

"Uh-uh. You get over here. You act like a brat, I treat you like one."

"But you told Elliott-" Blaine started unsure.

"Nevermind what I said to Elliott. You get over here and and lay down with your ass presented like a good sub ready to receive his punishment." Kurt said authoritatively pointing at their bed. "Like I'd let Elliott see this."

Blaine did what he was told, his smile turned to a frown.

"You understand what you did wrong?" Kurt asked expectantly patting Blaine's ass once

"I purposely tried to rush an important decision by trying to start sex?"

Kurt laughed "You did try to do that. But no."

Blaine thought for a moment. What had he implied? He thought back, focusing on what was said over how he felt. Finally it came to him.

"I said I'd run off with Elliott because I wanted to provoke you."

"And what are you?" Kurt asked eyebrow raised

"Yours. Kurt's sub" Blaine said smile coming back slightly

Kurt could help but lean down and kiss Blaine's shoulder. "That's right, sweetheart. And don't forget it." When he straight up his voice became more serious. "Safeword?"

"Green"

With Blaine's confirmation Kurt started. He landed the first blow directly on the crack of Blaine's ass. Blaine cried out in pain, but didn't safeword so Kurt continued.

"You are mine." The second landed on his left cheek.

The next on the right. "Only mine"

"My sub" It landed directly on Blaine's sit spot

"My husband, My blaine"

He sprinkled the blows across Blaine's ass for another 4 blows as he got distracted by the red marks forming there left by the paddle. He delivered 5 more blows, appreciating the design the paddle left on his perfect sub's ass. Too focused and turned on at the state of Blaine's gorgeous ass to realize what he was doing.

"KURT!" Blaine finally got his attention having rolled away only seconds before when he realized Kurt wasn't actually paying attention to the punishment anymore. His face was streaked with tears. He wiped them away hoping Kurt didn't notice quite how much he was crying.

"Blaine?" Kurt dropped the paddle in shock on the bed where Blaine used to be. "I didn't even- Oh god. Did you safeword? I didn't even hear you." He willed his erection to go away as concern flooded through his body.

"No, no. It's okay." Blaine reassured thinking twice about sitting down next to Kurt. "I figured the scene was probably over when you started muttering about all the things you plan to do to my ass instead of what you normally do. And it did kind of hurt."

Hurt was an understatement. Kurt did not know his own strength with that thing. He wasn't sure the next time he'd be able to sit normally. It hurt worse than the first time they tried bottoming from the top in high school and he fell off Kurt and the bed.

"I'm so sorry honeybee. I guess I should have waited for Elliott to try any of those toys." Kurt apologized reaching forward to pull Blaine into his arms.

Blaine thought quickly knowing how much pain he'd be in if he sat in Kurt's lap. Even if it was one of his favorite places. He pulled Kurt over into his arms instead, resting his head against Kurt's shoulder.

"Could we go eat?" Blaine asked trying to diffuse the situation. The pain he could deal with. Having his Husband and Dom ashamed of himself? He didn't like that at all. Kurt should never be ashamed of himself for something Blaine more than asked for. "I made food before Elliott came over."

"No, no. I've got to tend to you first." Kurt objected. He moved to turn Blaine over so he could take stock of anything Blaine needed him to do.

"I'm fine, Sir. I promise." Blaine stopped him hugging Kurt closer so he couldn't turn him completely over.

He was not fine. But he could handle it. He just really wanted to distract Kurt from their scene. It was his fault. He should have safe worded. He could deal with the repercussions himself.

"Okay, I guess we could go eat food. It is about dinnertime." Kurt leaned closer kissing his forehead, then pulled himself and Blaine up from their position on the bed.

They made their way through their apartment, Blaine dropping to his knees without being asked. His need to give into his submission overpowering his want to not let Kurt see his ass. When they reached the kitchen Blaine strategically made his way over to the oven for their food. He made his way back to the table setting their plates down. He thought better to not take a seat at the table and instead kneeled next to Kurt putting his head in his lap.

Kurt instinctively ran his fingers through his sub's hair, tugging gently on Blaine's curls. "Sweetheart, why are you all the way down there? Come sit down and eat."

A thrilling thought occurred to Blaine "I want you to feed me." A shiver of delight ran through his body at his own words. He'd thought about it before, even wanted to suggest it a few times while eating. But he'd never asked Kurt to feed him. His Dom already did that with his medicine, which did bother him at first. But to do it with food. His Dom in complete control of what entered his body. That sounded amazing.

"Really sweetheart?" Kurt wondered. He'd read about Dom's doing that for their subs. But he didn't really think Blaine would enjoy that. He'd been irritated enough when Kurt told him that he'd be controlling his medicine back when they first started learning about Dom/sub relationships.

Blaine responded to Kurt's question by opening his mouth expectantly.

"If you're sure, sweetheart." Kurt spiked a piece of melon on his fork and then delivered it to Blaine's mouth.

Blaine exaggeratedly moaned as he chewed it making Kurt laugh.

"I know your cooking is good, but it's not sex noises good, sweetheart" Kurt smiled

"It is when I've got my own personal demigod feeding it to me."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine's comment feeding his sub more. He continued feeding himself and Blaine until both their plates were empty.

"Such a good sub, sweetheart. Eating everything I give you and not complaining when it took a bit longer for me to feed you."

Blaine preened at his words, nuzzling his face against Kurt's thigh

Kurt waited till Blaine looked back up at him to hand him their dishes. He watch Blaine carry their dishes over to the dishwasher, never turning away from him.

"How about some Netflix and cuddle?" Kurt smiled feeling content. He hadn't realized how therapeutic feeding his sub could be. He still felt bad about earlier, but Blaine seemed no worse for wear. Blaine had been asking for it anyway.

He saw Blaine open his mouth to say something, but stopped him. Blaine had been half hard for awhile now. He'd only gotten harder while they were eating "All in good time, sweetheart. We might have to get one of those rings from the shop Elliott showed us, if you keep it up. You are the one who wanted this."

Kurt saw Blaine's cock noticeably twitch at his words.

"We're going back to the shop?" Blaine asked clearly excited. "I saw few I liked there. I just didn't want to show you in front of Elliott."

"We're going back to the shop" Kurt confirmed. Sometimes he wondered if all subs were as sweet and horny as his Blaine. "Now come on. I think I saw Kinky Boots on our recommendations."

Kurt left their kitchen and went into their living room. He waited for Blaine for a minute, then looked back and saw Blaine hesitating in the doorway.

"What's wrong, honeybee?"

"I love you, Sir" Blaine bit his lip.

"I love you too, sweetheart." Kurt smiled fondly. "Now get your cute butt over here"

Blaine moved quickly to take his place against Kurt as the little spoon. The minute his ass touch their sofa he cried out loudly. He tried to cover it up with a cough. But Kurt knew something was up.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Kurt's eyes narrowed. He grabbed Blaine's waist flipping him over and gasped horrified as arousal shot through his own cock . "That is not any definition of fine, Blaine Devon!" Tears built up in Kurt's eyes ashamed. "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad? I'm so sorry."

Kurt got up quickly and grabbed some ice packs from their freezer. He wrapped them in a towel and brought it over, placing them on Blaine's ass.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kurt demanded a few tears leaking out of his eyes as he stubbornly ignored his own cock growing to attention.

"It's okay, Sir. It's my fault. I should have safe worded." Blaine explained his voice low in embarrassment.

"You should have, Blaine" Kurt told him distractedly "But this wasn't your fault at all. It's mine." He straightened the magazines and remotes on their coffee table. "I can't believe I did that to you." Kurt wiped the tears out of his eyes as he fluffed their couch pillows. "I can't believe you didn't even tell me." Kurt paused. "Wait, is that why you wanted to kneel on the floor instead of sitting at the table?"

"Yes" Blaine admitted. "But I've wanted to do that for weeks. I just wasn't sure if you'd like it."

Kurt took a deep breath as he fixed the pillows on their couch. "I turned your ass black and blue, and you felt you couldn't ask me for something?" Kurt sniffled wiping even more tears away "I'm really doing a bad job being your Dom, aren't I?"

"No, No. Kurt. You're doing an amazing job. It's me." Blaine reassured. "I'm not being your good sub."

"Okay, I'm going to have to stop you right now, sweetheart." Kurt sighed deeply. "You need to stop blaming yourself for everything. You didn't do anything wrong. Except maybe not tell me about it"

Blaine shook his head in disagreement.

"I'm serious. You need to stop putting all my needs above your own. If you're hurt or sick or in need of help, you've got to tell me. You're on medication for a reason, Blaine. To help stop all those bad thoughts and your instinct to blame yourself. Promise me you'll tell me, sweetheart?"

"I promise" Blaine sighed a little insincerely.

"When we write up our contract, it's going to be in there. So you better get used to it." Kurt guaranteed "And if you don't object I think I'm going to stick to my hand from now on. I don't ever want this to happen again."

"Unless I'm really bad" Blaine supplied

"No" Kurt disagreed

"Now that there's ice, it doesn't seem nearly as bad." Blaine pouted. "And I actually like it. It makes me feel completely owned."

"Are you sure you're okay, sweetheart?" Kurt asked allowing his arousal to become obvious.

"I'm okay, Sir." Blaine confirmed. "I'll just sleep on my stomach tonight. It's just like the first time we tried me on top of you."

"That's not very reassuring, Blaine. If I remember correctly we both thought about taking you to the emergency room for that." Kurt told him drily

"Thank God we didn't" Blaine muttered, he happened to look down at Kurt and raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of sex, I think you aren't quite as upset as you claim to be."

"I'm still upset" Kurt blushed "I'm just appreciating the pattern."

"Yes, the pattern, Sir" Blaine teased wiggling his ass invitingly.

"We are not having sex right now." Kurt objected not quite believing it himself.

He stood up quickly after a minute of ignoring his sub, who was blatantly trying to put himself on display "In fact I'm going to go get our lotion. I know I still have some of that bruise lotion from when I was in the hospital."

Blaine let himself fall back on their couch in defeat replacing the ice packs. He'd been trying to tempt Kurt all day. Ever since he told Kurt he liked it when he was told when he could come, Kurt had lessened the times he'd allow it. It been 2 days already! And they had a lot of sex. He hadn't realized how hard it would be to let Kurt control his orgasm.

When Kurt returned, he set a few different lotions on their coffee table.

"This one really helped with the stinging." Kurt explained as he took a seat near Blaine's ass and removed the ice packs. He started to apply it and Blaine sighed in relief at the cold feel. He relaxed contently as Kurt massaged the lotion all over his ass. "Now this one helps with any heat." Kurt continued "And this other is for itching."

Blaine relaxed even further as the lotions help relieve some of the bruising pain that he'd held back from his Dom earlier.

"Feels better" Blaine confirmed.

Kurt nodded with a tiny smile and leaned in to whisper in Blaine's ear. "I'm going to let that do its work for a few minute. Then I'm going to fuck you over this couch until you're begging to come. And we'll have to see if I let you."

Kurt sat back up again acting innocent like he couldn't feel Blaine getting harder against his thigh. "Do you need anything sweetheart? Maybe some juice?"

"No thank you, Sir" Blaine wiggled excitedly

"How is NYU going?" Kurt shook his head at Blaine's excitement. He was insatiable. They'd had sex twice before they even got out of bed this morning.

Blaine bit his lip before answering "It's going well."

Kurt raised his eyebrow. "Well?"

"I've made some friends. But…" Blaine trailed off

Kurt looked at Blaine questioningly.

"I don't want to to tell you because you'll want to discuss it and then you won't fuck me." Blaine pouted

"Are they as competitive as Nyada because I know that really bothered you." Kurt worried ignoring Blaine's concern.

Blaine had a tough time at Nyada do to how cutthroat most of the students were. It would be a shame if Nyu was just the same. He'd been so excited that he'd gotten in.

"No. It nothing like that." Blaine assured "I just think I want to change majors."

"Change Majors?" That shocked Kurt. "Why?"

"I- I happened to walk by a class during one of my breaks and I ended up listening to all of it and was almost late to Dance." Blaine explained unsure how Kurt would feel about it. "It was a psychology class. They were discussing how music can help people like those with neurological issues to just children in general. And I thought that sounded amazing, I could be helping people by doing what I love." Blaine continued explaining "And I know we're supposed to become Broadway Stars together, but you're the shining star, I'd just pale in comparison."

"Oh honeybee. You're a shining star." Kurt told him with a grin. The thought of Blaine with kids helping them through music was adorable. And it felt like it was meant to happen "But I think you should. I think you'd be much happier learning how to help people, than with all the divas double crossing each other for a role."

Blaine beamed. " I think so too."

"You'd be like a real Patch Adams" Kurt teased "Dancing and singing around a children's ward helping them handle their illnesses."

"Well I can't say for sure who I'd be helping." Blaine admitted "There's so many people out there who need it. I could end up singing in a coma ward."

"And your beautiful voice could be the first thing they hear in years as they wake up" Kurt gushed staring fondly down at his sub, his heart burst with love over his sub's dedication to people.

Kurt knew he loved the stage. Blaine admitted once that it helped quell his submissive tendencies, given the praise he received. And to give that up to help people, Kurt couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Blaine blushed at Kurt's praise about his voice.

"God I love you so much, sweetheart. My sweet considerate sub."

That only made Blaine blush harder "I love you too, Sir"

Kurt sighed to himself. He couldn't fuck Blaine like this. Before it was pure lust and want. But now Kurt wanted to make love to him soft and slowly.

He took Blaine's hand gently pulling him up. Blaine objected when he lead them away from the couch

"I thought we were going to-" Blaine pouted thinking Kurt had forgotten

"Come on, honeybee. I haven't forgotten." Kurt lead them back to their bedroom

Kurt wrapped Blaine up in his arms and kissed him soft and slowly, taking his time ravishing his sub.

Notes:

Reviews and Kudos make me very happy.

Also writing sex scenes is hard. My asexual brain struggles with them so much. So sorry for the lack of that

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