A/N: And at last we come to the finale. It's hard to believe a tiny drabble I wrote on a whim for the Klaine advent challenge somehow morphed into this...
That being said, I think I spent more time editing this final section than I've spent editing anything else I've ever written. Hopefully, the effort (and frustration!) paid off.
Thank you so much for taking this journey with me; I've been so joyously overwhelmed by the attention I've gotten for this simple, happy fic. And also: please forgive me for the shameless, silly fluff I tacked on the end!
Friday
Consume
"Are you sure you're ready?" Kurt felt ridiculous asking it given everything they had just shared, everything he'd just done… given the endlessly long week they'd spent together in preparation for this night, this moment. Nothing Kurt had ever been before, for or with anyone, had felt more right… nor made him more nervous, the sensation itching under his skin.
"I feel like I've been wanting this forever," Blaine confessed, unfurling one arm so he could cup Kurt's face, softly tracing Kurt's cheekbone with his thumb. It made Kurt tingle everywhere inside, made him feel cherished. "Though before you it was all so vague. You're desire in color, when before everything was black and white, and a little… and a little bit scary, too."
"You're not afraid anymore?" Kurt asked, because he wanted clarification and also because Blaine's trust in him made his heart dance in his chest.
"Kurt," Blaine said. "I could never be afraid of you."
Kurt could do nothing more than stare at him for a long moment, finally bending to softly kiss his lips. "Roll over," he said against them. "On your side."
He slid off of Blaine so that he could oblige but stayed close, spooning against the sub's back as he turned. Kurt wanted to hold him—that was the plan—but first he stretched awkwardly across Blaine's body to snatch up the lube he'd forgotten he needed, hastily slicking his throbbing cock. It twitched eagerly in his hand, and he wondered if perhaps he should be the one wearing the cock ring.
His clean hand rubbed up and down Blaine's thigh, enjoying the soft, coarse texture that caught against his skin, then slid beneath it, propping Blaine's leg up to rest on his own bent knee. Kurt wriggled until he was lined up properly, wrapping his arm around Blaine's chest to pull their bodies flush together. He kissed Blaine's nape in warning, just below his collar, then finally, blessedly, pressed inside.
It wasn't as easy as it seemed in theory; the clench of Blaine's muscles was exquisitely tight, and Kurt had to pause several times, groaning, panting hot onto Blaine's neck then edging in a little more, a little more. Blaine for his part stayed still, patient, his only movement the slide of his fingers over Kurt's own, the gentle squeeze that promised Kurt wasn't alone. Not in this incredible, life-changing experience. Not ever.
Blaine made no sound until Kurt bottomed out—only then a tiny cry—and Kurt wanted nothing more than to stay there, bound together, his face pressed into the wild forest of Blaine's curls.
He might have done so, if Blaine hadn't spoken up. "Move. Please, Master"—his hips jolted against Kurt's—"I need it."
They found their way together slowly, carefully, until their bodies fell into rhythm as though they were made to duet. It was so good, so heady, that Kurt nearly lost himself in the ease of it, sinking in and in and out again, feeling Blaine yield around him, so eager to take what he was giving. Kurt's hand found Blaine's cock without really meaning to, caressing him with long, gentle strokes that had the sub gasping, his mouth open and his eyes closed and Kurt had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
He didn't mean to go faster, but it happened naturally, gradually. Blaine grew noisier, needier, and for a time Kurt was able to forget his own arousal, focus only on moving for Blaine, hearing his sub cry out just for him. He didn't realize he was close until he nearly slipped over the edge, and stopped abruptly. Blaine whined, squirming back against him, and Kurt abandoned his cock to rub soothingly over his stomach.
"I'm sorry. I'm so close. You feel so good, baby. Love you so much." He kissed at Blaine's jawline, then awkwardly caught the sub's mouth when Blaine strained his neck to offer it.
"Can we move? I want to see you. Want to touch you and watch you come, Master. Please let me."
Kurt teased at Blaine's cockhead with the tips of his fingers, smiling when Blaine twitched and moaned. "You want to see me? Don't want to come?"
Blaine sucked in a breath. "Of course I do. When you let me. But I want this more."
"Of course, sweetheart. Of course you can."
He made to kiss Blaine again but thought better of it, placing a gentling hand on Blaine's hip and clenching his own teeth as he slid out, then gently pushed Blaine onto his back. Maneuvering to kneel below the sub's body, Kurt spread Blaine's legs and bent them up, pressing them to his chest and taking his mouth as he pushed back inside.
It had been amazing before, their bodies so close, but it was good like this too. Kurt wasn't sure which he liked better. This way he could see Blaine's face, could look down and see his cock and balls so wantonly on display. He could see his own cock, fucking in and out of Blaine's body, the fatty globes of Blaine's ass spreading and trembling around him.
There was no pretense now, Kurt moving fast and hard, and Blaine seemed not to mind, keeping up a near-constant stream of "just like that," and "love you, Kurt," and "fuck me, please, please…" Kurt couldn't gather the willpower to slow down even if he wanted to.
It got better and better and better. Blaine's legs slid down Kurt's hips, allowing room for his hands to roam Kurt's body, and Kurt let it happen, whimpering at his touch. He hovered close to Blaine so he could kiss him as often as he liked, making sure his stomach brushed Blaine's aching cock whenever possible.
He was about to pause, take off Blaine's cock ring and let them both come, but then Blaine's hands slipped lower, over his hips and around to cup and squeeze at his ass. Blaine's fingertips brushed against his crack, then dug in a little further, a little further, and Kurt hadn't expected anything like this at all but it felt really, really good.
He opened his eyes to find Blaine watching him, a small, devilish smile on his face, and Kurt thought about scolding him but leaned down to kiss him instead. "Keep doing that," he ordered, wriggling his ass back into the touch.
It was delicious and addictive, the more Blaine did it, and slowly a plan was forming in Kurt's feverish mind. He stalled his hips long enough to grab the lube, tossing the bottle onto Blaine's chest. "Finger me, baby?" It came out as more of a question than a command, but Kurt couldn't bring himself to care. They were their roles, but they were themselves, too. And just then Kurt was too much in love and in lust with this boy to worry about semantics.
Blaine's smile became more genuine, more affectionate as his hands left Kurt's body to take up the lube. He looked surprised, but not at all bothered, and Kurt felt his heart fill as he gave himself over to the pleasure his sub was giving him. The angle was awkward as Blaine poked a finger inside, Kurt's ass swallowing it up to the knuckle as he resumed the movement of his hips. It felt odd, but not painful, and certainly not unwelcome.
"Gonna come," he told Blaine, tilting their foreheads together. "I'm gonna come in you, with you in me," and I've never felt this connected, and you mean everything to me, he wanted to say. But he couldn't find the words, and nor were they needed.
Blaine could feel it—in his body and somehow, in his heart—when Kurt climaxed within him, filling him and owning him and gratifying him in a way that made his toes curl, made him want to stretch and purr and be.
He was so aroused, needed to come so badly, but it all seemed secondary to Kurt's pleasure, to the pleasure of giving Kurt pleasure. He loved the feeling of Kurt inside of him, the sounds his Dom made, and he loved more than anything else being able to touch Him, to encourage those sounds… especially like this.
Kurt's ass clenched tight and hot and illicit, shifting up and down and around his fingers as Kurt rode out the final shudders of his orgasm. Blaine expected to be ordered to withdraw them any second now, so he intended to savor the experience while it lasted.
Being a sub, it had been quite some time since Blaine allowed himself to entertain thoughts of topping, and he'd certainly not considered it a possibility for tonight. He was just obsessed with Kurt's skin, so soft and smooth and milky-white, and he wanted to touch Him everywhere; he'd been fantasizing about it all week. Kurt's hips were divinely slender, his muscles so firm under the fleshy give of his ass, and Blaine had only wanted to play…
But he could feel it now, that he had done so good, that he had given his Master pleasure unanticipated, so much so that it pushed Him over the edge. The accomplishment delighted him; part of him would be perfectly content now to merely lie here, Kurt's body heavy and sated against his. Never mind his traitorous cock.
Except. Except.
Except Kurt was pulling away from him, wriggling off of his fingers, sliding out of his ass, and it was such a stark loss that Blaine whined, grabbed at Him, because no, no, no he couldn't be separated from Kurt now.
"Shh, sweetheart, I'm not leaving!" Kurt said, soothing him with a kiss to his forehead, then to his mouth, his body straddling Blaine's, the weight of it anchoring Blaine to the mattress. "I love you so much, Blaine. You make me feel so good." He paused, then, "Could you hold onto the headboard for me now, baby?"
Blaine obeyed, taking comfort in the order. It helped to settle his mind, to clear it of useless thoughts such as the over-eager: what's next?
"Very good. You're so good for me, Blaine. You're being so patient."
Blaine let his eyes fall closed, basking in the praise, sucking in a sharp breath when Kurt's body grazed his throbbing cock.
"Just a little longer. I just want to…" Kurt's voice trailed off, but Blaine didn't let it worry him, still feeling safe in the gentle shift and shuffle of Kurt above him. He let himself drift, enjoying the barely-there brush of Kurt's softening cock against his own and trying not to anticipate. He didn't open his eyes again until he heard Kurt's breath hitch, heard him bite back a cry.
Kurt's face was mere inches from Blaine's own, his eyelids closed and fluttering. His weight rested on one elbow, propped above Blaine's shoulder, his ass stuck up in the air with two of his own fingers pumping in and out, in and out, in and out…
Blaine whimpered and arched up, only just managing to tamper down the urge to release his grip on the headboard in favor of clutching at Kurt's body, replacing Kurt's fingers with his own, and hadn't his been good enough?
"Master, please," he panted instead. "I want to touch you. What are you…?"
Kurt's eyes shot open to peer directly into Blaine's, a fierce, deep blue that Blaine could so ardently drown in. "You will, baby. You've been so good. But right now I need you to wait for me. Stay just like that. Be a good boy."
Blaine bit his lip to keep from protesting. He wanted to touch but he wanted what Kurt wanted more, to be good for Him.
Kurt seemed to recognize his effort and strained to kiss him in reward, firm but clumsy. Blaine kissed back with every bit of eagerness he possessed. "Shh," Kurt hushed him after, his hand cupping the sweaty edge of Blaine's face, and Blaine turned to nuzzle into it. "Wanna ride you now. Need it."
Blaine whimpered at that, hardly daring to believe this was happening in spite of the evidence, because Kurt was just too beautiful like this, and Blaine didn't think it was possible to want Him any more. He watched with hungry eyes as Kurt slipped a third finger between his cheeks, wincing, working Himself for a few moments longer before letting his hand fall free.
Before wrapping Blaine snug in his fist, locking their eyes, and sliding down onto Blaine's cock in one fell swoop.
Blaine hissed and his hips jerked on instinct, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Fuck," Kurt said, not moving, and Blaine tilted his head up enough to see his Dom's face set in tension.
After a second's hesitation he let go of the headboard, reaching up to rub at Kurt's side, then his forearm, finally taking his hand. Kurt didn't scold him for the gesture, instead squeezing his fingers in gratitude, offering Blaine a soft smile that made his heart soar in his chest. Together they waited while Kurt's body relaxed. Finally, Kurt brought Blaine's hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm, and when He let go Blaine obediently resumed his previous grip.
Kurt splayed both his hands on Blaine's chest, using the leverage to lift up just a bit, letting himself drop back down. "Fuck," He repeated in a hiss.
He was tight, so tight that the pressure hurt a little, but Blaine really didn't care. It just made it all the sweeter, rush after rush of pleasure sweeping through him, threatening to conquer the silicone ring holding him captive. "Kurt…"
Kurt's muscles spasmed hard around him, and Blaine decided he'd never really known what desperation was until this moment. Kurt moved again, still tentative, then with more confidence, rocking up and down, his ass slapping lightly against Blaine's hips.
"You feel so good, Blaine. I had no idea. No idea it felt this fucking good to be… to be fucked after you've come."
Blaine grunted in acknowledgment, wishing he could come, wishing Kurt would let him move his hands so he could grip Kurt's perfect hips, aid in the slide of Him. Instead he thrust up as best he could, trying to meet Kurt's movements. It was more imperfect than before, messy and uncoordinated, but felt no less amazing, albeit in a completely different way. Blaine thought they probably just needed to practice this. A lot.
"Fuck," Kurt ground out again, and Blaine had had no idea He was capable of swearing so much. He liked it. "Tell me, Blaine. Tell me how I feel around you."
Blaine huffed out a breath as Kurt all but stilled his hips, grinding them slowly down onto Blaine's cock, his ass cheeks massaging Blaine's aching balls. He tried to find words.
"You… it…" He closed his eyes, focused on the feeling. "Snug," he said, hoping he didn't sound completely stupid. "Constricted. So… it's like you're holding me, owning me, only deeper and hotter and… I need more. Please, Kurt."
He opened his eyes to find Kurt watching him with such open, naked affection that Blaine's face began to quiver with it, the faintest hint of moisture threatening at his eyes, and he added, "I feel loved," his voice choking on the final word.
The corners of Kurt's mouth tipped up, and Blaine heard Him swallow even over the pounding of their hearts. He shifted his hand on Blaine's chest, pressed it warm to imprint over his heart and said, "That's because you are, Blaine. So much."
Blaine beamed and rolled his hips, up into the safe embrace of his Master's body. "I like this. Being together like this. I never thought…"
"Hush," Kurt said, bending in half to kiss him, his mouth and then gentle over each eyelid. "Hush and fuck me, okay? I like it too. It's what I want."
"Yes," Blaine said, thrusting up again, again and again and again, slow and so incredibly, unexpectedly amazing.
He watched Kurt's face as He circled his own hips, moaning softly between the just-parted, kiss-swollen pink of his lips. Kurt's sounds gradually morphed into groans, his face tensing beautifully, until finally He said, "Sweetheart. Do you think you could move a little more… harder…?"
Blaine obliged happily, picking up the pace easily enough at first.
"Harder, Blaine!" Kurt said, more demanding this time but with no less affection. It sent a sharp thrill running the length of Blaine's spine, and he strived to move faster, grinding his ankles into the mattress, his back and hips and thighs aching and trembling with the effort. "Just… just fuck me, please. Be a good boy and fuck me hard."
"Master," Blaine whined, and it was on the tip of his tongue: to beg Him, promise Him anything if only he could come. "Master, I need to… if you let me use my hands…"
"Yes, yes, please, anything, just fuck me."
Blaine's hands flew from the headboard and straight to Kurt's hips. He latched on, used his arms to fuck Kurt up and down, up and down. It wasn't easy work, but it was such a relief for the rest of his body that Blaine hardly noticed.
Except for his cock, which still throbbed and hurt and needed so badly Blaine wanted to cry. His eyes trailed greedily down Kurt's body, because if he could make his Master come again, maybe he could get some relief… but no, Kurt was still only half-hard, though He was whining and panting and working his hips like Blaine fucking Him was the Best Thing Ever.
Apparently it wasn't enough.
"Harder, Blaine," Kurt soon cried out a second time, looking positively and deliciously wrecked.
Blaine's cock twitched painfully, buried deep inside Kurt's body, and internally he fueled with the challenge.
Kurt wanted harder? Blaine could give Him harder…
Not bothering to ask for permission, he steadied Kurt's body and flipped them, immediately pounding into Kurt's ass like it might actually get him somewhere. Kurt didn't protest, only whined and arched up into each thrust. His throat stretched pretty and white against the pillow, so Blaine fixed his mouth to the jut of it, working the tender flesh over with his lips and teeth and tongue.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Kurt breathed. "So good to me… Fuck me just like that, baby."
This new position was so much easier, leaving Blaine free to work a hand around Kurt's cock. He felt actual pride when it began to grow against his palm. Kurt made a little whimpering noise, squirming up into his grip.
"Fuck," He said again, and Blaine beamed.
He could do this. He could so do this. Just a little longer…
Who was he kidding? He was about to fucking explode.
He groaned, completely exasperated, and buried his face in the crook of Kurt's shoulder with a low whine, his hips never slowing.
"Sweetheart?" Kurt said, his fingers suddenly in Blaine's curls.
Blaine groaned. "Please, Kurt…"
Kurt's fingers gripped hard, pulling his head back enough to look him in the eye. "Please what?"
"Please let me come. Take it off. I need… I can't…"
"Hmm," Kurt hummed in acknowledgement, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck. "Is it getting too much, baby? I didn't intend to keep you waiting this long… but you can give me five more minutes, can't you? You're making it so good for me…"
Blaine closed his eyes and bit his lip and thrust hard into his Dom's body, trying not to sob. He would go and fetch Kurt the moon, if that's what He wanted.
Silently, he nodded.
"Good boy," Kurt said, petting at his hair.
Blaine wondered how something that felt so good, so perfect, so right could also feel so torturous.
The next five minutes were maxed out in both pleasure and agony. They didn't speak, only moved and kissed and moaned, and Blaine kept touching Kurt—fully hard again—but He didn't come. Blaine was getting tired now, still so desperately strung-out from riding the edge… but all he could do was give himself over to it, surrender completely to Kurt and his will.
And as soon as he let himself fall into it, let it happen—let the pleasure spark and fizzle and burn when it couldn't, wouldn't ignite—he felt better. Not physically, maybe, but in a way that was so much more important. He clung to Kurt and let it be, let himself sink into the perfect peace that only his Dom could offer.
"Mmm, baby," Kurt said softly into his ear, "pull out now for me."
Blaine looked at Him with wide eyes until Kurt's meaning registered and then scrambled to obey, watching his cock slide big and purpled and slick from between Kurt's perfect legs. Kurt hummed again, staring openly and licking his lips, reaching out to stroke him one, two, three times before finally, blessedly, stretching the cock ring out from around him, tossing it to the bed at Blaine's side.
He settled back against the pillows, pretty smile and coquettish blue eyes, and spread Himself impossibly wide. "Come on back in me now, sweetie. Need you to fill me up. You can let go as soon as I come again."
Blaine groaned, needing no further prompting. He pressed against his Dom's beautiful body and felt Kurt's arms immediately bracketing him in safety, felt the give of Kurt's flesh parting only for him, inviting him inside.
"I love you so much," he gushed against Kurt's cheek, nuzzling there and moving and moving and moving, Kurt's knuckles brushing his stomach as He shifted to stroke his shaft. It was noisy—Kurt's sounds and Blaine's sounds forming a strange sort of harmony, the rhythmic slap of their bodies setting a beat. Kurt's free arm unfurled from around him, his fingers finding and grasping the sweat-slick leather of Blaine's collar.
Soon enough he heard Kurt's voice pitch impossibly higher, and the warm gush of his come against Blaine's stomach might as well have been a trigger. He crested sharp and sweet and perfect, his Master's voice in his ear, good good Good….
Kurt languidly petted at Blaine's stomach, waiting to see if the sub would succumb to actual slumber or resume a more conscious state. He was okay with either option, although it might be nice to talk—or at least kiss goodnight—before they drifted off to sleep.
And also: they were a mess. Splotches of drying come streaked Kurt's torso, and Kurt could feel a few on Blaine's as well. Not to mention the seemingly endless supply of it dripping from his ass, slicking between his thighs. He supposed it was only fair that he discover the less savory aspects of sex along with the mind-blowing, but Kurt would much rather be clean now, thank you very much. But he couldn't, wouldn't leave Blaine's side.
Blaine was so adorable like this, sated and even more cuddly than usual, his eyes half-lidded, responding only with contented hums to Kurt's attempts at communication. His hair was impossibly ratted, his lips still rouged and swollen from all the kisses they'd shared, and Kurt loved him more than he ever could have fathomed.
"I think you came your brains out," he whispered affectionately, catching a curl to twirl around his finger as he brushed a kiss to Blaine's forehead.
"Hmm," Blaine said, rolling to face him and capturing Kurt's arm to hug tight against his body. "Worth it."
Kurt snorted, smiling at the first words Blaine had uttered for the past ten minutes. "I can't argue with that," he ventured, "but I need a shower now, Blaine. Aren't you supposed to do what I want?"
One beautiful, hazel eye cracked open to peer at him hopefully. "Bath?"
Kurt laughed, shoving playfully at Blaine's chest. "You goober! Have you been faking all this time?"
Blaine shut his eye again and didn't answer.
"Oh no you don't! It's bath time, mister! I'm not buying it anymore. Blaine?" He poked at Blaine's arm, but the sub didn't stir, so he did it again. "Blaine!?"
Finally Blaine opened both eyes, exaggerating a yawn. He weakly extended his arms. "Carry me?"
"Oh for heaven's sake!" Kurt exclaimed. "Who's the one in charge here?"
"You," Blaine answered, blinking his long, black lashes several times in succession.
"Come on. I can't carry you, Blaine; you're too heavy." He took Blaine's hand instead, tugging until Blaine reluctantly sat up on the bed. With some effort they both made it to their feet, Blaine slumping into Kurt's arms.
Kurt sighed, but accepted Blaine's weight against him and kissed his cheek. "It's a good thing I love you."
"Yeah," Blaine said, grinning stupidly. "Forever?"
"Of course," Kurt answered easily, guiding them towards the bathroom. "You're stuck with me now. I'm afraid you'll find I'm quite difficult to get rid of."
Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's neck, pressing a kiss there. "You called me goober," he said sluggishly. "I'm your goober."
"You're my something," Kurt affirmed, turning to face him.
Their eyes met and froze, and Kurt's mind flashed back to their first encounter—almost a week ago now, but it seemed an eternity. No matter how much time passed, he was certain he would remember it with perfect clarity: a beautiful sub with onyx curls and perfect posture, looking up at him on command, his warm brown eyes brimming with so much hope and promise.
Today, that promise had been fulfilled. "You're mine," Kurt said adamantly, his voice choking on the words. Blaine smiled and nodded and kissed him, and Kurt knew that somehow, by some miracle, they were both exactly where they belonged.