Day 3: All Spread Out
Series: The 12 Kinks of Christmas
Kink: Bondage
Paring: Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2800+
Notes: So basically this all began with the idea from glee troll nd 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.
On the fourth day of Christmas, Blaine gave his one true love, four spread limbs.
"You've been spending too much time with that Hummel boy," Blaine's father says as they're seated the following morning at the breakfast table.
Blaine's recently eaten food folds over in his stomach.
"You mean my boyfriend, Kurt?" Blaine responds, his teeth gritted.
"Yes, well," his father looks flustered, "he's a bad influence."
"Oh, bull shit!" Blaine says angrily and slams down his cutlery on the table. His mother, who has remained silent throughout the argument jumps in her chair and gasps in surprise. "You only think he's a bad influence because before him you could pretend that your son was straight and normal."
"Blaine, sweetie, calm down," she says softly and leans over to put her hand on his. Blaine wretches it from her grip. Her attempt at a reassuring smiles drops and she shrinks back in her chair. Pathetic. His own mother couldn't stand against her husband. Couldn't help him one bit. Just like it's always been.
"Don't tell me to calm down, Mother!" Blaine growls out.
"Blaine, listen to your mother," his father says stiffly and glares at him. "I don't want you seeing him anymore."
"No. You can't stop me," Blaine says, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. He was so fucking sick of this! His father ignores him for days at a time and then as soon as they start talking again, he starts an argument.
"I'm your father, Blaine," he retorts as if that meant anything.
"Oh, congratulations! You had sex with her," he points rudely to his mother, "and gave birth to a homosexual son. You must be so proud of yourself."
"You've done some wonderful things, Blaine -"
"Oh, have I?" Blaine asks rhetorically and his father grounds his teeth. "That's funny because I don't ever remember you complimenting me or turning up to an awards ceremony and let's not mention the straight A grades I've gotten for the last two years because you certainly didn't!"
There's silence at the table.
"Now listen -" Blaine's father starts to say but Blaine stands up, full of anger, and his chair falls to the ground behind him. His mother jumps once more, her hand held up to her mouth and her eyes wide like she's just witnessed a murder
"No! I love Kurt, alright? I love him. Don't use the 'I'm your father' excuse. It's bullshit and you know it. You've never been a father. Never been a role model. Never loved me." Blaine glares down at his parents, especially his father who has his nails dug into the table and his face is going red. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my boyfriend's house, and I'd be quite happy if you never spoke to me again."
Blaine storms to his room, his fingers just itching to punch something. His blood is rushing round his body. There's a drumming in his head and a twitch in his neck. He's never been so angry before in his life. He misses Fight Club. He missed he release and freedom that it brought. He slams his bedroom door shut behind him and goes straight for his wardrobe. He grabs a duffle bag from the top shelf he had packed today's present for Kurt in earlier. He unzips it and shoves in a few t-shirts, pants and some underwear before re-zipping it. He grabs a few more essentials before he races back down stairs, grabbing his car keys from the hooks by the door and leaving, once again slamming the door behind him.
Today's present for Kurt was supposed to be kinky, yet loving. Soft and slow but now anger and hate was boiling his blood and his heart wouldn't stop beating a thousand miles a minute. He needs Kurt. He needs Kurt now.
He opens the dial pad of his phone and holds down the three and it speed-dials Kurt's number. He puts his phone on loudspeaker and opens his car door. He places his phone on his dashboard and puts on his seatbelt and starts the car.
"Hello?" Kurt answers, his voice as soft and as lovely as Blaine remembers it.
"Are you alone?" Blaine asks first, his voice low.
"No, Finn's home," Kurt replies and Blaine's fingers tighten on the steering wheel.
"Make him leave. I'm coming around," Blaine says and hangs up the phone abruptly. He puts his car in gear and drives away from his house.
When he finally arrives at Kurt's house he notices that Finn's truck is missing from the driveway and Kurt had obviously been successful in getting Finn out of the house. When he gets out of the car with his things and walks up to the front door, he doesn't bother knocking. He knows Kurt would leave it unlocked. As he turned the doorknob and it swung open, Blaine is thankful. The house is silent and as he locks the front door and heads for the stairs, he has a feeling that Kurt is waiting for him. As he opens the door to Kurt's bedroom, he is proved right.
Blaine stands in the doorway, duffle bag in his right hand and stares at Kurt who is perched anxiously on the edge of his bed before stalking forward and shutting the door behind him.
"Undress," Blaine demands and oh how it thrills him to see Kurt hurry to follow his orders. Kurt strips quickly, unbuttoning his vest, peeling off his long sleeved shirt and his tight, deep purple pants. Blaine stalks up to him slowly and when Kurt finally stands back up completely naked and already half-hard, Blaine pushes him down on his bed. Kurt props himself up on his elbows and looks up at Blaine whose eyes are dark.
"Blaine?" Kurt asks quietly and actually looks a little afraid.
"I'm sorry, Kurt," Blaine says stiffly and drops his duffle bag beside Kurt's feet on the bed. "Today was supposed to be different."
"What do you mean?" Kurt squeaks out and Blaine unzips his bag. He pulls out one long metal bar with black material attached to each end, and a few lengths of…was that rope?
"My present was supposed to be kind, and loving and slow but I can't Kurt," Blaine says which doesn't explain anything at all, really.
"What's going to happen?" Kurt asks and seems to fear the answer.
"I'm going to bind you to the bed and fuck you until you pass out."
Suddenly Kurt does not seem so afraid. He whimpers and bites his hand. Blaine pulls it away from his mouth.
"Uhuh, beautiful. I want to hear every cry," Blaine says, his eyes flickering with something that Kurt doesn't recognise. He looks up at Blaine with big wide eyes and lets out another soft moan. "That's better."
Blaine reaches back down and grabs the metal bar.
"What is that?" Kurt asks, staring.
"It's a spreader bar for your legs. I want you completely bound when I fuck you," Blaine says and turns around on the bed and grabs Kurt's bare right ankle and ties it to one end of the bar before reaching over, stretching Kurt's legs farther apart and tying the left ankle. When Blaine leans back to admire his work, Kurt tries to pull his legs together and wow. It really does make him incapable of moving his legs and now he just feels increasingly vulnerable. He's so open for Blaine, so naked and helpless. Blaine crawls over him and pulls his hands together and begins tying them to the headboard. "If you want me to stop, you need to tell me now but I have a feeling you're secretly loving this because you always come the hardest when I hold you down."
Kurt puts his head down in the mattress and groans. It's true. Or, it was true until a few days ago when Blaine started exploring all these different kinks.
"God, you look amazing, Kurt," Blaine says and runs his cool hands down Kurt's back. He shivers and pulls on the ropes, but there's not much give. "You're at my mercy now, Kurt."
"Yes," Kurt moans out and ruts down on the mattress. Somewhere, between all the tying and talking, Kurt got hard as a freaking rock.
"You're mine, Kurt. You know that, right?" Blaine asks, his fingers scratching Kurt's lower thighs. They tremble beneath his touch. "No one can separate us. Not even homophobic pricks like my father."
Blaine leans up and bites down Kurt's neck, extremely pleased with the sounds he receives in turn.
"I love you so much, Blaine," Kurt says softly, turning his head to the side to look at his boyfriend. Blaine looks down at him and gives him a soft smile.
"I know you do, Kurt. And I'm sorry I won't be more gentle tonight, like you want me to be, but I can't go around with this anger. It's boiling in my blood, Kurt. It's consuming me. I think of him," Blaine spits out, "and I just get so mad. I want to hurt him. I was so close tonight."
"It's okay, Blaine," Kurt replies. "I trust you."
Blaine gives him a cruel smile before pulling off his shirt and chucking it to the ground. Kurt's breath hitches. Blaine hops off the bed to pull off his pants and shoes, making sure to remove his socks before he looks down at the masterpiece he's created. Kurt is really all spread out before him. The black metal between his legs just creates so much beautiful contrast to Kurt's pale skin. He's so fucking aroused at the sight of Kurt all bound and waiting. He takes himself in hand, stroking himself as he watches Kurt's back muscles move as he squirms in the bed.
"Blaineeee," Kurt whines when he looks over. That little whinging voice does Blaine in. He pounces on the bed, straddling Kurt's thighs and grabs Kurt's ass. He can't wait to pound into it. Kurt moves his knee's up slightly and tries to push his ass up.
"No matter what happens, remember that I am yours, Kurt. I am yours," Blaine growls out and holy fuck, Kurt is panting. He tries not to bite down into the mattress but the way that Blaine is talking, the way he is touching him and the way his is bound has him so fucking hard already. As Kurt lets out little breathless moans, Blaine grabs his bottle of lube from his duffle bag and uncaps the lid. He pours a liberal amount onto his fingers before teasing Kurt's hole. As soon as Kurt responds to his touch, Blaine rams two fingers hard into Kurt and the wail he receives is music to his ears. Kurt twitches underneath him, his arms pulling tight on the ropes and his legs shaking, unable to do anything but lie flat and get thoroughly fucked.
Blaine fucks Kurt with his fingers, pressing deep and stretching him out. He can't go for very long, however. He wants to be inside Kurt like he needs air. He doesn't even bother stretching Kurt with three fingers.
Kurt can take him.
"How you feeling, Kurt?" Blaine asks, leaning down and biting softly on the shell of his ear. Kurt is unable to speak properly. He mumbles out a string of pleas and profanity and Blaine lets out a hearty, deep laugh. "Good."
Blaine slicks up his cock and lines it at Kurt's red, puckered hole and removes his fingers and quickly slams his cock inside Kurt. Kurt reacts so much that the bed actually rocks from how harsh he pulls on the ropes. Blaine just rocks inside him slowly before pulling back, the head of his cock still inside Kurt before pushing back in hard and grunting at how Kurt whines underneath him. He watches in awe at how beautiful Kurt looks beneath him, a light sheen of sweat covering his body as Blaine fucks into him. It's not the best angle for angry sex, Blaine should have considered over a table or against a wall but the way that Kurt writhes and moans with each thrust makes it so worth it. Kurt is so tight around him and his skin is so wonderfully soft beneath his fingers as he holds tightly onto his hips as leverage with his thrusts.
Kurt's limbs are aching. His legs are throbbing with the need to move them and his arms are sore from flexing and pulling at the binds. He'll probably have bruises around his wrists with how strong his reactions to Blaine's fucking have been. It's not fault he has no control over his body. Whenever Blaine fucks him, his mind just flies out the window, leaving Kurt with basic, primal instinct, and his instincts are to rock back on the giant cock in his ass and see if he can get it any deeper inside him.
"Fucking hell, Kurt," Blaine gasps out, his skin shiny with sweat. "You look so damn hot. It's unbelievable."
"Unnhhhh," Kurt responds and shakes with Blaine's thrusting.
"Should have been different," Blaine is panting, his head falling forward on his chest and he rocks into Kurt's warm, tight ass.
"Feels p-perfect," Kurt manages to get out before he's turned back into an unintelligible mess of frazzled nerves.
The room fills with the mixed sounds of their moans and Kurt's ass is on fire but it burns oh so nicely. The pain mixed in with the exquisite pleasure he is receiving from Blaine creates such a fucking awesome feeling, his cock actually hurts. With every one of Blaine's strong thrusts, his cock is rubbed up roughly against his mattress but the friction isn't nearly enough. Blaine's cock feels so fucking brilliant inside him and he can barely think.
"Blaine - oh god - please - fuck - " Kurt is a blubbering mess. With every thrust comes a new word, a fresh moan and a new wave of ecstasy that rolls over him.
"I know," Blaine growls and fucking hell he knows. Kurt may not have any control over how he moves his body, but he's been clenching his ass every time Blaine thrusts in particularly deep and it kills Blaine. Kurt, even when completely bound and helpless, he still knows how to drive Blaine absolutely mad. His thighs are burning and his hands hurt from gripping Kurt's hips so tightly but he can't stop. He needs to get this energy out of him, needs to fuck it out of his system and Kurt is just so willing underneath him.
"H-harder," Kurt pleads and Blaine feels like slapping him. How did he get the best freakin' boyfriend on Earth? Blaine growls and pulls out of Kurt completely before shoving in, the sound of slapping skin mixing in the air with their groans and grunts. Kurt's breath catches in his throat and then he's clenching like a vice around Blaine's cock and coming hard. He shakes uncontrollably underneath Blaine, his toes curling and trying to pull together but the spreader bar stops him and his arms are pulling tight on his bonds before he is falling limp, breathing heavy. Blaine just continues to fuck him harder and Kurt's so over-sensitive he might cry because it's simultaneously the best and worst feeling ever. Blaine only has two more strong ruts inside him before he reaches his climax and then Kurt is feeling Blaine's come fill him up and oh god. That's why it felt so different, felt so much more amazing. Blaine was bare. Blaine fucked him bare and oh fucking hell. Kurt's whimpering again and tears of perfect pleasure are filling his eyes.
Blaine kisses down Kurt's neck softly, all his anger gone.
"I'm so sorry, baby," he's muttering onto the sweaty skin of Kurt's back. "You're going to be so sore tomorrow. Your ass will be so raw."
"It's okay," Kurt mumbles, rubbing his cheek into the mattress, completely sated. He could care less about the pain. It was worth it.
Blaine pulls out of Kurt slowly and they both groan when Blaine leaves him. Kurt can feel Blaine's come dripping from his hole and it's such an unusual feeling he squirms.
"Give me a second," Blaine says softly and gets up from the bed. "I'll go get a towel and then untie you." Kurt murmurs his understanding and waits until he comes back. He closes his eyes for what feels like a second, but then there is a warm towel cleaning around his ass and down his thigh. "You did so well, Kurt. I'm so lucky to have you," Blaine says as he unties all the knots from the spreader bar and Kurt's wrists. Kurt moves experimentally and winces. His body has pretty much locked up. "Uncomfortable?"
"A little," Kurt admits and Blaine lies down behind him and slowly moves Kurt until they are pressed together and spooning. He wraps his arm around Kurt's chest and smiles softly when he leans his head down and kisses his arm softly.
"I love you so much, Kurt. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"I love you more than Lady Gaga," is Kurt's response and they both laugh. As Blaine and Kurt drift off to sleep, Kurt is plagued about what will happen the next day.