There was no doubt about it, Blaine thought to himself as he shifted to make himself more comfortable on the plush velvet cushion next to Kurt's desk, things had gotten decidedly awkward in the royal castle.
Or maybe he should say more awkward. Yes, more awkward was probably more appropriate, Blaine decided as he flicked his gaze subtly between Kurt at his desk, who had been staring intently at the same short document for the past hour without even reaching for his quill, and Sebastian, who Blaine had yet to see turn the page of the book he was barely pretending to read. Relations between the two Dominants had been strained to some greater or lesser extent ever since he and Sebastian had moved into the castle, all three of them could readily admit to that at least. But since last week, after Kurt had gone to talk to Sebastian in his quarters, and returned with that small, all-knowing smile just tugging at the corners of his lips, the tension between them had been so palpable Blaine sometimes thought he might choke on it.
Kurt had refused to tell Blaine what the two Doms had discussed - "Sebastian will tell you himself, Blaine, when he's ready," he had insisted when Blaine had asked - but Sebastian apparently had no desire to admit that a conversation had even been had, and since Kurt was clearly waiting for Sebastian to make the first move the resulting mess was that the three of them had been walking on eggshells around one another for the better part of a week; the great unspoken elephant in the room threatening to trample them at any moment without warning.
Blaine loved his Doms, he really did, but sometimes they could both be complete and utter idiots.
Didn't Kurt realize that Sebastian was the sort of person who could turn denial into an artform? Didn't Sebastian see that underneath Kurt's moral indignation there was just a boy who desperately wanted to help the people he felt responsible for? And how on earth did neither of them notice that in the midst of all the tension, all the drama, there was a happy and willing submissive right in front of them, ready to untangle whatever knots they'd gotten themselves into?
Blaine not-so-subtly cleared his throat, shifting his legs wider apart and arching his back just slightly so that the bulge of his crotch jutted forwards, practically presenting itself to the the room. Neither Dominant so much as blinked at the gesture, and Blaine had to firmly stifle his whine of disappointment. He wasn't a greedy person, honestly he wasn't, but given that he now had two Masters he did think he was justified in expecting more Domination, not less.
When he had first suggested to Sebastian that he should apply for the role of royal consort it had honestly been because he knew just how good Sebastian would be for the role, and just how good the role would be for Sebastian. Of course, that didn't mean that the idea of serving two Dominant's hadn't also been a hugely appealing side-effect. The idea of having to train to be good enough for two very different men with potentially very different needs from a submissive? Blaine couldn't think of a more perfect challenge to prove just how good a sub he could be. The perfectionist in him almost wept at all the potential.
Unfortunately, that wasn't exactly how things had quite turned out. In the midst of all the Alpha-Dominant drama, it appeared that Blaine had become some sort of no-mans land in this lover's tiff of theirs (and yes, at it's core that was exactly what this was), and he was reasonably sure if he didn't feel rope round his wrists some time soon he might explode.
That was it. Time to take matters into his own hands.
Blaine straightened his back and shifted again on his pillow, wiggling his hips just a bit more than necessary in yet another attempt to draw the attention of the two boys trying so hard, and failing so hard, to seem interested in the tasks in front of them. "I went into the village today, Sir," he addressed Kurt directly, judging him to be an easier starting point.
Kurt glanced up from his papers, looking slightly confused as if his mind had been somewhere other than his quarters in that moment. "Oh yes?" he said, before frowning slightly. "Did you take an escort?"
Blaine nodded. "Yes Sir, Robert from the Royal Guard lent me a couple of soldiers. But everyone was perfectly friendly as usual, so I really needn't have worried."
Kurt smiled fondly at Blaine, "I know sweetheart, everyone in the village loves you. I just worry, especially with all this disturbing news coming out of Korus. I would feel much better if both you and Sebastian took extra precautions until this is all straightened out." Kurt paused to look pointedly over at Sebastian, who had turned towards Kurt at the mention of his name. When their gazes met Sebastian looked flustered, giving a curt nod before determinedly returning to his book.
"I know, and I do appreciate the concern, Sir," Blaine continued before Kurt could say anything further to Sebastian - that furrowed brow on the Crown Prince always suggested a righteous outburst, and Blaine's main agenda for this conversation was no arguments. "You're always looking out for me."
Kurt's expression softened again as he smiled over at Blaine, one hand reaching out to gently card through Blaine's hair in response. Blaine couldn't help the small moan of appreciation that escaped his throat as he leaned into the gesture. It really had been too long.
But Kurt wasn't the goal this afternoon, not right now anyway, and so Blaine forced his eyes open and smiled up at Kurt in affection. He really was beautiful, the Crown Prince, and so very good at what he did, personally as well as professionally. Blaine could just tell that when he and Sebastian got their heads out of their asses the three of them would be a force to be reckoned with. They would get there eventually on their own - Blaine knew that even if the two of them couldn't quite see it yet - but there was no harm in Blaine nudging things along in the right direction at least.
"I talked to Mr Potts, the blacksmith, and Miss Crawly, the head tanner, and they've both agreed to join our village council. That brings our quorum up to eight now. I just need to convince Mr Byron to talk to the rest of the farmers, and then I think we might actually be able to start making progress," Blaine said, head tipped to the side as he carefully recalled the names of the townsfolk he had talked to that morning. Putting names to faces was so important when crafting deals like this, he didn't want to mess things up with something so simple as a slip of a tongue.
"That's wonderful, Blaine," Kurt said, voice dripping with approval, and Blaine couldn't help preening under the words of praise from his Dom.
"Thank you, Sir," he replied coyly, eyes darting up to meet Kurt's before - and here was the crucial, all important move - he twisted his body a fraction so that he could look expectantly over at Sebastian, quickly dropping his eyes back to the floor when Sebastian clearly wasn't looking, making sure to slump his shoulders just a fraction.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Kurt shift determinedly, before clearing his throat loudly. Sebastian's head whipped up in response, and he slammed his book shut almost unconsciously. "Well done Blaine, that's quite an achievement," Sebastian replied, voice stilted and uneven.
Blaine cocked his head back toward Sebastian, and dropped his eyes to the floor in obvious deference. "Thank you, Master," he replied, making sure to stress his title just the way he knew Sebastian liked it.
Sebastian straightened up in his chair, clearly reacting well to Blaine's obvious show of submission. "In fact," he continued, voice sounding stronger, more confident by the minute, "I believe I might know the Byrons through a family connection on my mother's side. Perhaps I'll join you on your next excursion to the village and see if we can help solidify that arrangement."
Blaine ducked his head again, hands reaching around to clasp each other behind his back as he settled into a more traditional submissive pose. "If you wouldn't mind, Master, that would be most helpful. Thank you, Master."
"Yes, well, you are my submissive after all," Sebastian replied, the pride in his voice unmistakable even as he tried for casually dismissive.
Blaine kept his eyes trained on the floor, body rigid in his submissive pose, as he felt rather than saw Kurt's gaze flick between him and Sebastian and back again. He could practically hear the cogs turning in Kurt's brain, and then…
"If you two will excuse me, I've just remembered that I have some errands to run." Kurt's voice cut through the silence of the room, causing Blaine to jump slightly even though he had anticipated the response. Without any further clarification Kurt stepped out from behind his desk and crossed the room to the door. He paused at the entrance before turning back to face Blaine and Sebastian, a small, smug smile quirking at the corner of his mouth. "I don't believe I'll be back before supper, feel free to make...full use of my quarters until I return." Without waiting for a response Kurt turned and disappeared out the door, looking decidedly pleased with himself as he left.
Blaine didn't usually mean to play his Dom's like this, really he didn't. But sometimes they just made it too easy.
Blaine could feel Sebastian's gaze trained on him, practically burning a path through him all the way from his scalp to his toes. The tension in the room was palpable; this was the first time he and Sebastian had been alone in this capacity since before the claiming ceremony, and every inch of Blaine's body hummed with a deep, aching need to be touched by his Dominant. To be claimed and owned in the way that only Sebastian knew how. Keeping very still, he chanced a glance upwards, eyes straining as he held the rest of his body in its rigid position. Sebastian's expression was fierce, the same desire that Blaine felt was painted so plainly across Sebastian's own features that Blaine felt his breath catch in his throat. Sebastian looked like he wanted to devour Blaine where he knelt, and Blaine was more than happy to be consumed by the passion that bubbled just behind Sebastian's stormy eyes.
The whine that erupted from his chest was entirely unintentional; Blaine had never felt so overwhelmed by something so simple as a look before, and the sound shot through the still silence of the room like a bullet. All of a sudden Sebastian seemed to notice that Blaine was staring right back at him, and his lips twisted at the side as if he was in pain. The desire was chased off his features by something that looked to Blaine horribly like conflict, and he made a big show of returning his gaze back to the book in front of him.
This time the whine from Blaine was laced with sheer frustration. He had no idea what Sebastian and Kurt had talked about the other day to obviously shake his Dominant so very badly, but he knew that if he didn't do something soon, this hesitance he was feeling from Sebastian toward him could well become permanent. And that simply would not do.
"Master," he said quietly, forcing every ounce of emotion that he was feeling into his voice. "Please."
Sebastian's head snapped back up again, shoulders drawing rigid in response to Blaine's plaintive request, and this time he slowly, so very slowly, allowed himself to fully appraise Blaine's form. Blaine felt rather than saw as Sebastian's eyes slipped from meeting his, down to pay attention his lips. Blaine's tongue unconsciously darted out to dampen the soft pad of his lower lip, which suddenly felt far too dry under the recognition. The growl of appreciation from Sebastian in response had him going weak at the knees, and he clenched his hands more firmly behind his back to stop himself from sagging. He was Sebastian's submissive, he deserved to be Sebastian's submissive, and he had every intention of showing Sebastian just how good he could be for him.
Sebastian's gaze lingered on Blaine's face for another moment, before slipping farther south across the bared expanse of his neck. Blaine tilted his head ever so slightly to the left, elongating his neck and displaying the flawless skin that he knew Sebastian was so fond of marking up. When he saw Sebastian's grasp tighten on the armrests of his chair, the tension that was coursing through the Dominant's body now wholly apparent, he allowed himself a small smile before returning to his original position.
Blaine was still fully clothed, his body hidden from view underneath layers of tunic and undergarments, but as Sebastian's gaze snaked down his torso, taking his time to map out every contour of Blaine's chest before finally coming to rest on his crotch, proudly on display where Blaine was kneeling with his legs still slightly spread, Blaine had never felt more exposed.
He could feel his arousal start to swell under the attention, and he moaned as he shifted to adjust to the new heaviness between his legs.
"Don't move." Sebastian's voice rang out crisp and clear, the Dominance in his tone spreading out and filling the room right to its four corners. Blaine's entire body snapped to attention, his very consciousness now revolving entirely around that voice, and the man who wielded it.
But the conflicted look was now back across Sebastian's features, as if by breaking the silence he had also broken his resolve. His eyes flicked back down to his book, and then immediately back up to Blaine again, something inside of him clearly warring between what he wanted and what he felt he was allowed.
"Please, Master," Blaine said again, his voice firm and confident, and wholly laden with desire. I'm here, it's okay, I want this too.
Sebastian's expression softened at Blaine's words, and Blaine could see his shaky resolve solidify once again. With a determined huff he pushed himself up out of his seat, and slowly walked over to where Blaine was kneeling. Without saying anything he reached out to gently stroke his fingertips through Blaine's hair, and Blaine couldn't help his contented exhale of breath as he leant into his Master's delicate touch.
"Good boy," Sebastian said, voice low and steady as he tangled his fingers in the soft curls at the back of Blaine's head. With a short, sudden yank he roughly tugged down so that Blaine was forced to jerk his head upwards to meet Sebastian's gaze, his Dominant standing tall above him. "Are you my good boy, Blaine?" It wasn't so much a question as a promise.
"Yes Master, oh god, yes," Blaine whimpered, the sharp pain in his scalp bright against the landscape of his consciousness. He was Sebastian's, and Sebastian would use him so very beautifully, over and over until there was nothing else in the world but his Master. Nothing but him, and his touch, and his pleasure, building all around Blaine, overwhelming him in the most perfect of ways until he was finally allowed to let go.
And when he let go, when he let himself drown in the pleasure that threatened to engulf him even now, he would do so knowing that he had earned the blessed release that was being offered to him. Because Sebastian never accepted anything less than absolutely everything.
Sebastian didn't say anything for a long moment, simply gazing down upon his submissive, while Blaine's chest rose and fell as he breathed deep with anticipation. He adored Kurt, and the loving, caring Dominance he exacted, but nobody could put Blaine through his paces quite like Sebastian could.
Eventually Sebastian gave a curt nod, as if he had weighed Blaine and found him worthy. "Take off your clothes," he said brusquely, untangling his hand from Blaine's hair and taking a measured step away from him.
With hands shaking in eagerness, Blaine reached up to start to unlace the cords of his tunic. As soon as the knot was undone Sebastian nodded again in approval and then pointedly turned his back on Blaine, crossing over to the other side of the room towards the heavy oak chest in the corner. Blaine whined in disappointment at his disappearance, feeling the loss of his attention cold and harsh against his bare skin as he slipped his tunic and shirt over his head in one practiced movement. As Sebastian leaned down to lift the lid, however, Blaine suddenly remembered what Kurt kept inside that box. He and Kurt's physical interactions had been relatively tame so far, but Blaine had caught glimpses inside that chest before, seen the extent of the wonders inside. And, oh god, the very idea of Sebastian using Kurt's toys on him, toys that Kurt had picked out and held and maybe even fantasized about using on Blaine…
Blaine had never undressed so fast in his life.
By the time Sebastian had finished selecting his choices from the box of wonders - and Blaine was pretty sure that would be it's official name from now until the end of time - Blaine was fully naked, clothes folded in a neat pile next to where he knelt, back straight as a board, hands clasped behind him and rock hard erection threatening to poke someone's eye out if they dared to get too close.
Blaine kept his eyes fixed squarely on Sebastian's face as he crossed back towards him, reasonably sure that if he dropped his gaze to see what it was that Sebastian was cradling in his hands then his self control would disintegrate completely, and all this would be over before it had even truly started.
Sebastian stopped dead in front of Blaine, slowly casting his gaze over Blaine's newly-naked form. He didn't say anything, but Blaine could see the arousal in his eyes, the slight bulge in the front of his hose betraying the fact that he wasn't quite as calm as he was letting on.
Blaine's curiosity finally got the better of him, and he allowed his gaze to drop down to Sebastian's hands, where he was holding a long length of rough, braided rope, and a conical shaped object that could only have one purpose. Blaine felt the shudder rip through him as his arousal threatened to get the better of him, and he slammed his eyes shut as he forced himself to take a number of deep, steadying breaths.
When he finally felt under control again, he slowly opened his eyes to see Sebastian regarding him with a very strange look on his face. Blaine was all of a sudden ashamed at his response; he wasn't some new submissive who had never seen a plug before, he should be able to conduct himself with more decorum.
It had just been so very long since he had felt the cool push of a foreign object between his cheeks, filling him up and claiming him in so nearly the perfect way, but not quite. Not until his master decided he had earned more.
He dropped his gaze to the ground, the very picture of contrite submission. "I'm sorry Master," he muttered, voice cracking as he lambasted himself for disappointing his Dominant so soon.
"Tell me your safeword, Blaine." The words sounded foreign coming from Sebastian's mouth, and Blaine couldn't help jerking his head up in surprise. Safewords had always been a silent, implicit thing between the pair of them, for as long as Blaine could remember. It was Kurt who had insisted on them coming out into the open, on treating them like beautiful words to be treasured as proud representation of what it was that they were doing together, rather than a dirty secret to hide. The words were Kurt's words, not Sebastian's, but hearing them like this, in Sebastian's dry tone rather than Kurt's lilting one, Blaine realized just how much he appreciated them, how much he wanted to share them with Sebastian as well.
Sebastian's expression was still contorted, as if he wasn't quite sure if he was getting it right or not, but there was a fiery determination in his posture, an adamance to prove that he could learn, and would learn, from Kurt's example where needed.
After a moment Sebastian started to look decidedly uncomfortable, and he opened his mouth to speak just as Blaine realized with a horrified start that he still hadn't responded, so shocked had he been at the unexpected turn of events. He quickly dropped his gaze to the floor again, replying with deep reverence. "Red to stop, blue to slow down, and brown to continue."
He paused for a second, before looking back up to meet Sebastian's gaze again, wanting to be able to look Sebastian in the face properly as he said, "Thank you, Master," and meant it with every fiber of his being.
Sebastian's expression went from uncomfortable to smug in an instant, shoulders loosening and shedding tension Blaine hadn't even noticed was there until it wasn't any more. He slowly settled back down into the deep seat of his couch, eyes almost predatory as they raked up and down Blaine's naked form, and Blaine felt warmth spread throughout his body as he finally, finally recognized the man in front of him as his Dominant.
Sebastian reached out a long, slender hand and beckoned with his index finger. "Come." It was just one word, but to Blaine it was the only word in the entire world that mattered. He crawled on his hands and knees over to where Sebastian was sitting, feeling shivers shoot up his spine as the thick material of the rug underneath him rubbed at his knees and threaded it's way through his fingers. He kept his eyes trained on the ground, like the good submissive that Sebastian deserved, and when Sebastian's booted feet entered his field of vision he stopped, sitting back up on his knees and returning to exactly the same pose as before; head bowed, back straight, hands clasped firmly behind him.
"Hands." Blaine shivered at the second single word command. Sebastian knew exactly what this did to him; only giving him the bare essentials, always leaving him craving more from his Dominant. More words, more touches, more everything. Blaine could already feel himself centering, focusing his entire self on the tiny morsels that Sebastian offered him, challenging him to do better, to earn more clipped whispers of praise. Even the very idea of it was getting Blaine unbearably hard.
With a heavy shudder of exhaled breath he unclasped his hands and brought them up to rest, palms up on Sebastian's knees. It was an action they had performed hundreds of times; it was practically ritualistic by this point, and the familiarity of the action made Blaine's brain go fuzzy around the edges.
With quick, practiced motions Sebastian looped the rough rope around Blaine's forearms, binding him all the way from wrist to elbow. The coarse material rubbed against Blaine's skin, stark in contrast to the soft, silky feeling of being bound by his own luxurious clothing by Kurt the other day. The memory of submitting to Kurt layered itself on top of his current surroundings, and Blaine was suddenly overwhelmed with just how lucky he was to have not one but two Dominants, two outlets to provide for his varied desires and needs. Not many submissives could claim to have that, and Blaine was determined to be worthy of everything Kurt and Sebastian offered him.
By the time Sebastian was satisfied with his bindings, Blaine was already starting to feel loose, disconnected, like his brain wasn't quite attached to his body anymore. He felt two cool fingers underneath his chin, and obediently lifted his head when Sebastian applied surprisingly gentle pressure. It took him a moment to focus on Sebastian's face, but when he did it was like looking into the face of an angel.
"Perfect," Sebastian said with a satisfied smile, and Blaine felt the compliment in every cell of his being. "Now, turn around for me."
With his hands tied in front of him affecting his balance, Blaine had to move slowly as he shuffled awkwardly on his knees to turn his back to Sebastian. He tried to keep his eyes trained on him until the very last second, but when he heard a Tsk of disapproval he quickly snapped his head dead ahead.
He wasn't without his Master's presence for very long, though. The moment he finished turning he felt a strong hand run up and down his back, tracing out the contours of muscle and eliciting full-body shivers as it did so. When the hand reached Blaine's neck it squeezed softly, before firmly pushing forwards. The silent command was abundantly clear, and Blaine prostrated himself on the floor, letting the thick carpet soften his fall since he couldn't do it for himself. As soon as his forearms hit the floor the hand left his neck, tracing down his spine and oh-so lightly across the crack of his ass.
From his new position Blaine's rear was on proud display, pert and inviting in front of Sebastian. Blaine purposefully arched his back, wiggling his ass just a little bit higher in the air and smiling smugly to himself when he heard Sebastian groan deeply behind him.
The act earnt him a light swat to his left ass cheek. "Behave, Blaine, or I'll leave you like this for the evening staff to find," Sebastian warned, the illicit threat sending a thrill of desire down Blaine's spine.
"Yes, Master," Blaine practically purred, his strained voice turning into an actual whine when he felt slick fingers slip between the cheeks of his ass.
Sebastian prepped him fast and dirty, barely giving Blaine time to breathe as worked him open with first one finger, quickly followed by a second and then a third. By the time he was satisfied that Blaine was suitably ready Blaine was a gasping mess, head pillowed on his forearms as he struggled to keep himself in check.
When he felt the cool press of the glass plug breach his hole, that control was very nearly lost to the ether.
Sebastian worked the plug with smooth, practiced movements until it was fully seated in Blaine's ass. It wasn't a particularly big one, nothing compared to what Blaine had taken in the past, but all Blaine could think about was that it was Kurt's plug; Kurt's plug in his ass and Sebastian's hands cupping it and oh god, tapping on the end just lightly so that it brushed up against that sweet spot inside of him. The deep, guttural groan that came out of Blaine's throat was almost pained, and he had to bite his lip hard to keep from coming just from the thoughts that were in the process of taking over his brain.
"Turn around." Another command, all Blaine could do was comply. Following the sound he shuffled around so that he was back facing Sebastian, gasping heavily every time the plug shifted inside of him.
Slowly he looked up. Sebastian had settled fully back in his armchair, making the most of the deep seat of the chair. He had unlaced his breeches, pushing his hose down so that his cock could poke through the gap in the material; hard and dark and just leaking slightly from the tip. "Do you want to taste it, Blaine?" he asked, voice practically dripping with desire as his dark eyes bored holes in Blaine's skin.
Blaine licked his lips, throat suddenly dry. In that moment he wasn't sure he had ever wanted anything more in his entire life. "Please, please Master," he begged, voice already wrecked beyond belief.
Sebastian held Blaine's gaze for a long moment, drawing out his desire until Blaine's emotions felt like they were a frayed rope, destined to snap at any moment. Then with a dark grin he nodded down towards his crotch, spreading his legs as wide as the arms of the seat would allow. "Come here then."
Blaine rested his bound arms between Sebastian legs as he surged forwards, desperate to taste Sebastian's cock on his lips. He was unbalanced, physically as well and emotionally, and he almost toppled to the side before Sebastian caught him, one firm hand on either side of his shoulders. Steadying him. Supporting him. He had to stretch his neck as far as it would go to reach Sebastian's crotch, the tension in his neck grounding him as his entire world narrowed and focused on the dick in front of him.
He started by lightly licking over the top, tasting Sebastian's precome and groaning at how good it tasted just as Sebastian moaned at the sensation, fingers tightening almost painfully around Blaine's shoulders. Blaine took another second to just taste, before opening his lips wider and slipping them delicately over Sebastian's crown.
Sebastian thrust up roughly into Blaine's mouth in response, and Blaine shut his eyes as he willingly accepted the unexpected intrusion. He reminded himself to breathe through his nose as Sebastian buried himself in the back of his throat, and as he took in a long, shuddering inhale the scent of Sebastian rushed up to surround him, completely overwhelming him.
All too soon Blaine felt the thickness of Sebastian's cock slip out from between his lips as Sebastian drew back. He whined at the loss, and tried to chase after it, but Sebastian's firm hands held him in place. He looked beseechingly up at Sebastian, who was breathing heavily, eyes slightly unfocused himself.
"Is that…?" Sebastian began, and Blaine was a little stunned at how much like a question is sounded. Sebastian shook his head violently, and when he spoke again it was much more like his Master. "Color," he commanded, voice confident and firm.
"Brown, Master," Blaine replied, taking his response just as seriously as Sebastian had taken the question. And then, because he could tell that Sebastian needed to hear it just as much as he needed to say it. "Please, Master. This is what I need."
Sebastian's pupils were blown wide, desire written across every line of his face as he moaned desperately and thrust his cock back between Blaine's split-slick lips. He fucked up into Blaine's mouth with vigor, one hand staying on his shoulder while the other crept up to tangle in his thick hair, holding Blaine firmly in place as he took from him what he needed, and Blaine let himself drown in the sensation of his Dom using his body, taking pleasure from him in whichever way he saw fit.
He didn't even realize he had started rutting up against the leg of the chair until a particularly eager thrust shifted the plug inside of him, twisting it to rub up against his prostate with every tiny movement. Blaine cried out around Sebastian's cock; even with his eyes slammed tightly shut he couldn't help the stray tear that escaped, trickling down his cheek as the pressure of holding in his orgasm threatened to overwhelm him.
"Do you want to come, Blaine?" Sebastian's voice was ragged, his thrusts getting more erratic as he barreled his way towards his own climax. Blaine could only nod furiously, Sebastian's cock slipping out to spread precome across his lips as he did so. He couldn't think of anything else, he needed it so badly, he needed to come and he needed Sebastian's come and he felt himself unravelling at the seams.
"Come for me." The words seemed to come from very far away, and Blaine clung to them as he finally let go. As the first splash of Sebastian's orgasm hit his tongue his own release rushed to join it, erupting out of him and taking all the tension and the emotion along with it until Blaine was nothing more than a panting mess, brain void of any thought other than 'Master'.
He was vaguely aware of the ropes around his wrists being untied, and warm hands rubbing away the chafe. He winced as Sebastian removed the plug from his ass; no matter how gentle Sebastian was his wrecked body still complained as the glass slipped free. The last thing Blaine remembered before sleep took hold of him was being carried over to the long sofa in the corner, and Sebastian's arm draping a blanket over the two of them before coming to rest protectively around his shoulders.
The sun was low in the sky when Blaine heard the door slam, and he lazily lifted his head from where it was pillowed in Sebastian's lap to look over at the source of the noise. Kurt was standing rigid in the doorway, as if this wasn't his room and he didn't have every right to be in it. "I…I can come back?" Kurt said stiltedly as Blaine shifted up into a sitting position, curling into Sebastian's side as the room swam into focus at the correct orientation once again. He was still naked, and vaguely wondered if he should cover himself up in the presence of the Crown Prince, but the majority of his - admittedly still limited - cognitive reasoning was taken up by faint amusement at just how awkward the Crown Prince sounded. He had never heard Kurt so unsure before; it was oddly endearing.
He twisted his head to look up at Sebastian, who had obviously just woken as well, and very pointedly tipped his head in the direction of Kurt and the doorway. Sebastian's brow furrowed in confusion, the arm that had wrapped around Blaine's shoulders tightening just a fraction, but rather than clarifying Blaine simply reached over to tangle his fingers through Sebastian's spare hand lying in his lap. He rubbed his thumb over the ridges of Sebastian's knuckles as he nodded over at Kurt again, and Sebastian gave a soft huff when he realized what Blaine was asking.
"Would...would you like to join us, Kurt?" Sebastian asked as Blaine folded his legs up underneath him to make space on the sofa for another person. Kurt looked momentarily stunned, eyebrows disappearing into his hairline as he processed what the two of them had asked. His gaze darted between the two boys on the sofa, curled up into one another the same way they had obviously done hundreds of times before, but this time twisting and rearranging to make room for him as well. It wasn't until Blaine smiled encouragingly over at Kurt that his face broke into the biggest grin Blaine had ever seen on the Crown Prince, and with a small nod he quickly walked over towards the pair. As he reached the sofa he paused for just a second, taking another moment to appraise the situation in front of him, before confidently settling himself on the sofa in the small space next to Blaine, body posture mimicking Sebastian's on the the other side.
Once Kurt was seated Blaine shifted so that his body was pressed more firmly up against Kurt's side, head coming to rest on his shoulder as Kurt's arm automatically slipped around his waist to pull him that tiny bit closer. Blaine felt lips brush against the top of his head, and he awkwardly twisted his gaze to see that Kurt's eyes were locked on Sebastian's as he did so. His expression was softer than Blaine had ever seen it directed towards the other Dominant.
Blaine flicked a coy smile over at Sebastian, fingertips tracing up and down Sebastian's thigh as he took a moment to fully appreciate his handiwork. It certainly wasn't a sofa made for three, and he couldn't deny that it was a little on the tight side of cozy, but as let his eyes slip closed and his breathing fall in time with Kurt's heartbeat while Sebastian's fingers started to trace soothing patterns up and down the bare skin of his arm, he knew he wouldn't have had it any other way.
