Kurt laid his quill down on the desk in front of him and flexed his fingers with a small wince. He had been signing documents for well over three hours now, with the thick royal ink resisting his every move as usual. Stretching his arms out to the side, he rolled his wrists in circles and flexed his shoulders, thoroughly enjoying the soft pop of muscle between his shoulder blades. The large movements drew the attention of Blaine from across the other side of the room, and the submissive looked up curiously from where he was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the carpet organizing strips of taffeta for the castle fete next week.

Kurt grinned. "Promise you won't tell anyone?" he said. When Blaine cocked his head to the side in confusion Kurt picked up his quill and waggled it between his thumb and forefinger in explanation. Holding it point down about half a meter above the sheet of paper in front of him, he paused for a second before letting go, enjoying the gasp of surprise from Blaine as the feather plummeted towards the desk. As soon as it touched the parchment it was off, dancing across its surface as it scrawled Kurt's signature along the bottom edge. Once the paper was signed it swished to the left and joined the pile of completed documents, while the quill got to work on the sheet underneath.

Kurt smiled brightly over at Blaine, who was watching the scene in front of him with his mouth slightly open. "Don't worry, it's perfectly legal," he said, as Blaine drew his eyes away from the magical quill with a small shake of his head.

"That- that wasn't exactly the first thing to cross my mind, Sir." Blaine said with a small smile, and Kurt couldn't help laughing at the look of wonder painted across Blaine's features. Leaving the quill to do its work, Kurt stood up and moved to look out the huge square window in the corner. It really was a lovely morning - air crisp and sharp as it always was at the start of the year.

"Sir?"

Kurt turned back to face the room. "Yes, Blaine?" he said. "Is everything okay?"

The submissive ducked his head shyly. "I was just wondering, I mean to say I was curious... How do you make it do that?" He nodded towards the desk to clarify.

Kurt paused for a second, considering. He'd never really thought about how his powers worked; it had always come so naturally to him it was almost like asking him how he blinked or breathed.

"I'm not entirely sure," he admitted as he moved to sit down in one of the armchairs near Blaine. "I just tell the world what I want it to do, and it just sort of does it."

"Is there anything you can't make it do?" Blaine asked again, eyes bright and curious.

"I can't create or destroy things, only manipulate." Kurt explained as he waved a hand to make the taffeta dance in a spiral around Blaine as he talked. "First rule of magic; nothing comes from nothing.

Blaine smiled, his expression thoughtful as he brought a hand up to trace through the dancing patterns in front of him. "So does that mean - could you manipulate a human?" he said, eyes on the coloured paper rather than Kurt now.

Kurt frowned, suddenly unsure about where Blaine's line of questioning was going. "That's a very dangerous area, Blaine. If you're asking whether I can make people act against their will-"

"Oh no, Sir, nothing like that!" Blaine interrupted, eyes wide and alarmed as his hands dropped into his lap and he turned to look directly at Kurt again. "I was just- well I guess I was more wondering if you could use magic to, say, restrict a submissive?"

Kurt gave a short, startled laugh - talk about the conversation going in a different direction from what he had expected! "Oh, I see where this is going now," he chided fondly as Blaine smiled a coy smile that wreaked absolute havoc with Kurt's insides. "Yes, that I could do. But honestly, I tend not to."

"Why not, Sir?"

"It can be quite disconcerting for a submissive, to not be able to move their limbs but have nothing tangible to account for it. That's not the sort of mental stress I like to put on my subs," Kurt explained. When Blaine looked absolutely crestfallen at the revelation, he quickly continued. "But there are other things I can do with my powers. For example-" he trailed off as he snapped his fingers, and the fabric of Blaine's shirt quickly started to unravel. Blaine gave a small yelp of surprise as his shirt disintegrated around him, leaving his torso bare and exposed as the thread from the garment tumbled to the floor. It lay inanimate in a heap for only a moment before Kurt flicked his wrist again, and then it jumped back up to dance and weave together to form a long, braided rope.

"Arms behind your back, Blaine," Kurt commanded as he made the rope slide up and over Blaine's chest, curling like a snake across his shoulder and around the back of his neck. Blaine's back immediately straightened in anticipation, and he obediently clasped his hands behind his back as Kurt nodded his approval.

"I have to know how to do something without magic before I can use my powers to do the same." Kurt explained in a low, soothing tone as the rope continued to explore Blaine's body. Blaine's breath hitched as the tail of the braid flicked roughly over his sensitive left nipple. "For most things it's fairly obvious-" he paused as he nodded toward the door and the heavy oak frame swung shut to ensure that they wouldn't be disturbed. "-but other things require a bit more practice."

As if to prove a point, the rope slid down Blaine's back and started to wrap around the submissive's wrists, an ornate figure-of-eight that traced all the way from wrist to elbow and back again. "You have no idea how long I spent practicing all the different types of knots, Blaine. Hours and hours, until I'd mastered even the most complex of designs," Kurt said lowly, lips twitching in appreciation as Blaine whined in response, his hips thrusting forward almost of their own accord.

Standing up from where he was seated, Kurt slowly crossed the room until he was standing in front of Blaine. Slowly he crouched down so that he was just slightly higher than absolute eye level. He gently placed two fingers underneath Blaine's chin and nudged upward so that Blaine had to tilt his head to meet Kurt's gaze. His eyes were already slightly unfocused, his chest rising and falling as he took in deep, heavy breaths of air.

"Color, sweetheart?" Kurt said firmly.

"Brown, Sir," Blaine replied, his voice dry and scratchy as he fixed those beautiful hazel eyes on Kurt. Kurt could feel the heat start to curl in the pit of his stomach as he took in the view. Blaine was so responsive, his whole body humming in anticipation of what Kurt might have in store for him.

"So perfect for me," Kurt said as he stood back up, leaning back to fully appraise the submissive in front of him. "Spread your knees for me, Blaine." Immediately Blaine complied, stretching his legs out to the side so that he was kneeling in a wide V shape and could no longer rest his ass on his heels. It was a tougher position, placing far more strain on the submissive's thighs, but Kurt had no doubt Blaine could handle it.

"Good boy," Kurt said. "Just one more thing-" he clicked his fingers and the seams along the sides of Blaine's hose rapidly unpicked. Blaine tensed at the unexpected action, but Kurt was pleased to see that he didn't try to move as the material crumpled to the floor around him, leaving him completely exposed to the elements.

Blaine's cock stood hard and proud in front of him, a deep red against the soft tan of his skin, and Kurt took another long minute to simply appreciate the submissive in front of him. "So, so perfect," he said again to the room.

Without breaking his gaze he gestured towards the desk, and three of the ornate feather quills he had been using moments earlier jumped up and flew over to hover between them. He plucked one out of the air, and with a flick of his head directed the other two to move to trace up either side of Blaine's torso with their feather point. Blaine gasped at the oh-so-light touch, his cocked flexing in front of him as his eyes slipped shut and he surrendered to the soft caress of the plumes.

"Oh no, Blaine, you know how much I love those gorgeous eyes of yours. I want them on me at all times," Kurt chided as he knelt back down in front of Blaine, reaching out with the quill in his hand to trace a wide, curling pattern down Blaine's torso. Blaine shuddered again at the touch, but obediently flicked his eyes open, thick dark lashes framing his gaze so very beautifully as he looked up at Kurt. As its two magically animated counterparts danced higher, tracing up and over Blaine's shoulders to tickle at his jawline, Kurt worked his feather lower, skimming over Blaine's hips and down the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh all the way to his knees. Blaine whined softly at the soft touch, his legs shuddering with the effort it was clearly taking to maintain his position when faced with this new, overwhelming sensation. But Kurt was relentless.

He spent a good moment lavishing his touch up along Blaine's left thigh, creeping up to quickly flick the feather across Blaine's balls with the lightest of touches before moving back down the right leg. Blaine positively moaned at the sensation, head sagging down and breath stuttering heavily as Kurt repeated the action once, twice, three times. Each time the soft touch of the feature caressed his sac Blaine gasped and shuddered, and all the while the other two feathers explored the rest of his body, leaving no inch of his skin untouched.

"Tell me how it feels, Blaine," Kurt commanded, whispering his feather along Blaine's shaft and over his tip as Blaine keened and thrust his hips up into the gesture.

"I- oh god, it's like you're everywhere, Sir." he moaned, gasping in surprise as one of the magical feathers traced along the crack of his ass at the same time as its companion danced across his nipples. "It's like you have three hands and all of them are touching me at the same time. It's- oh my god-" he broke off panting as the two feathers converged on his dick, falling into a neat line as they followed Kurt's lead.

"Shhh, easy there Blaine, breathe for me." Kurt soothed, his voice gentle as his army of feathers continued in their unrelenting assault of every erogenous zone on Blaine's body. He let go of his own feather, letting it dance off to join its compatriots as he reached up to cup at Blaine's face, leaning forwards to press a hard, claiming kiss to Blaine's mouth. Blaine practically melted into the kiss, his lips supple and pliant as they slipped open, willingly submitting to Kurt's demand for access. Kurt greedily deepened the kiss, inhaling Blaine's stuttered exhales and losing himself in the sensation of Blaine underneath him, palms curling underneath Blaine's jaw as he held the submissive close.

Eventually, against all his better judgement, even Kurt had to surface for air. WIth a soft sigh he drew back, placing one last gentle kiss on the very tip of Blaine's nose as he sat back on his haunches. Blaine looked slightly dazed as he blinked rapidly, eyes fixed on Kurt as if he was the most stunning creature in the world.

"Such a good boy," Kurt muttered fondly, stroking his thumb gently across Blaine's cheek as he spoke. Then he pushed back on his heels, standing up straight and taking a step backwards to put some space between himself and Blaine. He ignored Blaine's soft whine of disappointment at the loss of his Dominant as he slowly, purposefully started to unlace his breeches. His arousal was pressing almost painfully against the fabric, and as soon as the restricting cords were undone his cock sprang free, forcing its way out of its confines through the front opening of the breeches to stand long and proud at Blaine's eye level.

"Okay sweetheart," Kurt said as Blaine licked his lips in anticipation. "Show me how exactly good you are."

Blaine made to shuffle forwards on his knees, but Kurt held up a hand to stop him. "Wait," he teased as the two pieces of material from Blaine's breeches, which up until this point had been left forgotten at Blaine's feet, sprung up and twisted themselves lengthways. Each piece picked one of Blaine's legs, wrapping themselves around his calves twice before stretching out to the side to knot around the nearest available furniture, immobilising the submissive with his legs spread wide.

"Much better," Kurt said approvingly. "Now, you may continue."

By taking a step backwards, Kurt had ensured that Blaine would have to tip forward in order to reach his cock. With his hands tied behind his back Blaine would have to trust that Kurt would be there to catch him, to stop him crashing painfully face-first into the hard stone floor. It was the ultimate show of faith and oh, he did it beautifully. Without even hesitating Blaine leaned forward, shifting his center of gravity so that his torso swung toward the floor, his back arching upward as he fell so that he could always keep those beautiful eyes on his Dom.

Immediately Kurt's hands whipped out to catch Blaine by the shoulders, supporting the submissive completely as he cantered his hips to nudge the tip of his cock against Blaine's full, waiting lips. Blaine eagerly responded, opening his mouth wide and flicking his tongue out to lap at Kurt's hardness, eyes trained skywards so that Kurt could fully appreciate every expression that flitted across Blaine's face as he serviced his master's cock.

As Blaine sank down, the warm heat of his mouth engulfing Kurt from root to tip, Kurt gasped and tightened his grip on Blaine's shoulders, tense fingers white against the bright red of Blaine's skin. Blaine moaned in response, the arousal thick in his voice as he arched his back, pushed his tight ass high into the air as he worked Kurt over.

Kurt didn't even really have to think about it, his magic took over as an extension of his consciousness as the earthenware pot of lubricant next to his bed danced it's way over to them, resting for a moment on Blaine's lower back just above the swell of his ass before tipping over and drenching Blaine's behind with the thick, warm substance.

Blaine gasped in surprise, and Kurt took the opportunity to thrust forward, burying himself in Blaine's mouth as he offered up a steady stream of soft reassurances. "That's it Blaine, look at you take all of me, so good, so perfect. You take everything I ask of you, don't you my good, sweet boy." He pumped his hips slowly, in time with his words, and Blaine surged up eagerly to meet his thrusts. And when Blaine finally drew back, letting Kurt's dick fall from his lips and sucking in that all-important oxygen that the thick, heavy cock had deprived him of when buried deep in his throat, the slender metal dildo that had crept up behind him pushed against his entrance, breaching the slick ring of muscles with barely a hesitation.

Blaine moaned wantonly as the toy buried itself in his ass, and Kurt couldn't help groaning along with his him. With his magic controlling the thick metal instrument it was as if his very consciousness was infused in the dildo. He could feel every ridge, every tensing of muscle, every spasm as Blaine shuddered around the intrusion. He could feel everything, but at the same time he could also see everything. He could watch as Blaine turned those beautiful pleading eyes up at him, observe as the shudders of pleasure rippled through his submissive's body as it adjusted to the unexpected intrusion. It was complete sensory overload from all angles.

He had no idea how he had ever imagined he would have been able to explain the sensation of wielding magic to Blaine; there was simply nothing else in the world quite like it. He was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, in Blaine's ass, dancing in feather-light trails over his hips, surrendering to the hot press of his tongue against his dick. There wasn't a single inch of Blaine that he hadn't laid claim to; he was surrounding him, enveloping his submissive with his very being, and the Dominant inside of him roared in appreciation.

"Color, Blaine." he commanded breathlessly.

"Brown. Brown, brown, brown, brown-" Blaine babbled almost incoherently as he thrust his hips backward, desperately seeking out more from the instrument and moaning in despair when it simply moved with him, completely inanimate. "Please, please Sir," he begged, surging forward again to attack Kurt's cock with renewed vigor. Kurt could just about see the shining glint of the metal sticking out from between Blaine's cheeks where he was presenting his ass so very beautifully

"Of course, sweetheart. Let me give you everything you need," Kurt said, and the dildo started to thrust in and out of Blaine's hole. Slowly at first, with long, heavy strokes, then faster and harder in a way that had Blaine keening around Kurt's dick. One of the magical feathers - which were still enjoying their unrelenting assault on the rest of Blaine's body - snuck along his spine to tease at the swell of his ass, dipping in for just a moment to trace across his hole in time with the dildo, before disappearing off to explore another part of Blaine's body. The unexpected action drew a full body shudder that ran from Blaine's ass all the way to his mouth; his mouth that was still sucking and licking at Kurt's cock as if his very being depended on it.

From his vantage point Kurt could just catch glimpses of his submissive's poor, unattended dick hanging thick and heavy between his legs; every part of his body completely overstimulated apart from that key area. The mental image along was almost enough to tip him over the edge, and his fingers tightened even harder against Blaine's shoulders as he pumped wildly into Blaine's mouth. The unexpected movement forced Blaine even further backward onto the dildo, and the change in angle obviously hit that sweet spot inside of Blaine that caused the submissive to cry out in pleasure. It was such a beautiful sound, filled with pure, unadulterated arousal, that that was it for Kurt. His orgasm exploded from him, shuddering down Blaine's throat as Blaine desperately sucked and licked and took down every drop of his master's release.

Kurt slumped forward, gasping heavily as the aftershocks rippled over him. Blaine moaned as Kurt's slowly softening cock slipped from his lips, the object in his ass still pumping at an unrelenting pace. "Please - please Sir," he gasped, his voice stuttering and tripping over his desire. "I'm so close. So close."

Kurt smiled lazily down at his submissive, his submissive who was shaking with the effort it was taking to hold back his orgasm in the face of cock, instrument and feather. "Of course, my good sweet boy. You may come whenever you are ready," Kurt commanded, and in response the three feathers redirected to finally, finally, show Blaine's dick some care.

A few gentle swipes was all it took. The sound of Blaine's orgasm as he shuddered forward - collapsing into Kurt's embrace as his release splattered across the stone tiles - was the sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. Kurt was sure that as long as he lived, he would never hear something as perfect as that sound again.

For a long moment there was silence as the two boys recovered, chests heaving and breath labored as they both slowly came back to Kurt straightened up he gently carded his hand through Blaine's hair, offering soft shushes of reassurement as Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's embrace. With a sound almost like a sigh the restraints around Blaine's wrists and thighs disintegrated, collapsing to the floor as nothing more than the fiber and cotton they once were.

"That's it, nice deep breaths for me," Kurt said soothingly as Baine gulped in great big gasps of air, muscles lax and unresisting in the wake of his orgasm. Kurt nudged Blaine back so that he was kneeling upright, weight resting on the backs of his heels as he turned bleary eyes toward Kurt.

"That was - thank you, Sir." Blaine offered softly, and Kurt couldn't help but smile at the warmth of Blaine's words.

"You are most welcome, my darling." Kurt said as he stroked along Blaine's cheek with the back of his hand.

"So it took a while, but I finally managed to - oh." Sebastian's bright, enthusiastic voice as he swung open the door without knocking and barrelled straight into the middle of the room was nothing short of a complete shock to the system after the calm tranquility both Kurt and Blaine had settled into post-climax. Kurt twisted toward Sebastian with a raised eyebrow while Blaine simply buried himself closer into Kurt's thigh; obviously not ready to let go of his happy bubble of subspace just yet.

"Well... I guess it's too late to knock now." Sebastian's expression was so comical that Kurt couldn't help but smile. He knew from experience just how much it took to fluster the consort, and given this unexpected show of mortification, he simply couldn't help but push it just a little bit further.

"That's quite alright Sebastian. Would you like to join us?" Kurt asked innocently. His voice was perfectly civil as he gently stroked through Blaine's hair, but his expression was positively wicked as he smiled across the room at the other Dominant.

Sebastian drew up in shock, obviously not entirely sure what Kurt was implying. He gave a short, sharp cough as his head flicked sharply between Blaine, naked and kneeling on the ground, and Kurt standing tall and proud next to his submissive, Dominance practically rolling off him in waves. His expression was twisted in conflict, and for a moment Kurt was sure that Sebastian would simply turn and walk straight back out the way he came. The next moment, though, the carefully crafted mask that Sebastian always seemed to sport was back, and Kurt realized with a start that he was actually disappointed. It was always so much better to see that Sebastian was actually capable of emotion, irrespective of what that emotion might be.

"As much as I would love to stay and give you some clearly much needed tips-." Sebastian said, his voice overly-light as he forced an air of casual indifference, eyes skimming over the mass of fabric, feathers and penetrating instruments that were scattered on the floor around Blaine's feet. Kurt could tell the instant Sebastian's brain recognized the slick metal tube for what it really was, and he grinned to himself as Sebastian's eyes grew wide in surprise despite his clear determination to not display any sort of reaction to the scene in front of him. "-I'm afraid I will have to decline. Simply too busy - the affairs of state wait for no man after all."

"Well I'm sure they'd wait just a little if you asked very nicely." Kurt said, his voice still carrying the easy Dominance he had been directing at Blaine moments earlier. "It's hard to resist a handsome man begging, and I bet you'd beg so very prettily, wouldn't you Sebastian?"

He had meant it as a joke - or at least he was pretty sure he had - expecting Sebastian to snark a biting response in reaction to the preposterous suggestion that he might ever beg for anything. Instead, though, Sebastian simply stared at Kurt, eyes startled as his mouth opened and closed without saying a word. Then he shook his head roughly from side to side, as if to shake whatever mental imagery had become stuck there. Kurt could see him struggling with himself, his mask now well and truly shaken out of place no matter how much he tried to restore it. Eventually even Sebastian had to accept that it was a lost cause, and with a curt "Your Royal Highness," he turned and swept out of the room without so much as a backwards glance at Kurt and Blaine.

"That was mean, Sir." Blaine muttered lazily into Kurt's thigh, head still nestled contentedly against the muscle of Kurt's leg.

"Hmmm? What was that Blaine?" Kurt asked, not entirely sure he had heard correctly.

"It's not fair for you say things like that to Sebastian, he doesn't know how to deal with it," Blaine said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I was just teasing, Sebastian knows that." Kurt gave a soft laugh as he knelt down to wrap his arms around Blaine, pressing a soft kiss to the other boy's cheek as he did so.

"You might have meant to be teasing, Sir, but when you talk like that-" Blaine paused look up at Kurt, his expression shining with submission. "-you're Dominant through and through."

Kurt opened his mouth to argue, to explain that Sebastian wouldn't have seen it that way, that Blaine was just reacting that way because he was a sub. But then he remembered all those tiny glimpses that Sebastian had shown over the past couple of weeks. Those moments where Kurt was convinced that there was something more to Sebastian than simple Dominant.

He didn't say anything else as he rubbed a soothing hand up and down Blaine's back, but inside his mind was racing. It was time, he thought, time for him and Sebastian to have a proper conversation.