A/N: Mild D/s, use of sexual toys.
The boys went back to the city after Kurt and Dalisay's talk and sang all the way there. They were both rejuvenated by their Italy vacation and their trip to Connecticut. They were now ready to get back to real life. Blaine loved spending time with his mom and reconnecting with his dad. Kurt, well, Kurt was just happy. He had a great time getting to know Blaine's parents and talking with his mom before they left. Plans were in motion that he couldn't be more excited about.
Their first stop when they got back into the city was Blaine's apartment so he could grab some clothes for the week to take to Kurt's. Since they didn't want to be apart, they had decided that Blaine would stay with Kurt while his parents were in town. Then, they would alternate between apartments as needed until they found their new home.
After supper their first night in Connecticut, the boys had contacted Nick and told him which apartments they wanted to see and when would work for them to see them. Nick had responded and said that they were all good to see the three apartments the boys were interested in on Wednesday after they got back into the city if that worked into their schedules. They had decided to check out a couple more apartments than just the one they really loved. They wanted to make sure that they were choosing the right one and not putting all of their eggs in one basket. The boys knew that Burt and Carole would have no objection to either coming with them or doing their own thing while they looked at apartments, so they agreed to the Wednesday suggestion, excited to start looking for their new, perfect place.
When they got to Kurt's apartment, Blaine helped Kurt get laundry started, claiming that he wanted to know how to care for Kurt's clothes. He knew how important they were to his soulmate, and he knew that at some point in their relationship, he would need to wash Kurt's clothes. Kurt was surprised by the gesture and showed him how to properly wash each article of clothing that needed to be laundered. They ordered in from a burger joint down the street that night, too tired from all their traveling to cook. The boys made sweet love late into the night, prolonging their orgasms as long as possible, wanting to stay connected in that way for as long as they could.
Blaine woke first the next morning. He was a bundle of nerves. "Is this what Kurt felt when he was going to meet my mom?" he thought to himself. He hadn't realized that Kurt was awake, too; he was too lost inside his head to notice much of anything around him really.
"You're freaking out about meeting my dad, aren't you, love?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah," Blaine answered. "I kind of am. It's not so much because it's your dad, I guess. I just know he's really important to you, and I want him to like me. And maybe freaking out isn't even the right term. I think it's more like...butterflies, maybe? It's just that...he's not exactly expecting to meet me, is he?"
"No," Kurt said. "He's not. I sent him a text saying that I had big news to share with him, and he said he couldn't wait to hear it. He's one of those people who has to see things to understand them fully. I'm not sure he would grasp the concept of 'us' if I tried to tell him over the phone. But, Blaine, he's going to absolutely love you. Your mom could see it, and my dad, while he may not look it, is very perceptive. He will know that we were made for each other."
"I trust you," Blaine said. "I'm nervous but not scared. So, neither of us really needs to worry about anything, do we?" He smiled at Kurt, trying to make both of them feel better.
Kurt grinned back. "C'mon," he said, sliding out of bed and holding his hand out to Blaine. "Let's get some breakfast. Then, I want to pick up a little before Dad and Carole get here."
After they had eaten and gotten dressed, and when everything was straightened up to Kurt's standards, Blaine sat down on the couch with a book while Kurt was in his office on the phone. Kurt wished he could be out relaxing with Blaine. Instead, he was discussing work-related updates with Santana that couldn't wait until he was back in the office the following week. He and San were completely over their fight from Christmas morning. Their fights never lasted long anyway, and they were back to their old banter. Santana asked how things were with Blaine, and he was honest with her.
"San," he said, preparing for an over the top reaction at what he was about to say, "we're moving in together, and I'm going to ask him to marry me. I'm not exactly sure when, but I've been brainstorming something since we left Italy. I'd really, really love my maid of honor to help me pull it off." He felt like he was pleading a bit, but he didn't care.
"So, this is the real thing then, isn't it?" she asked, utterly beside herself with happiness that her best friend had found someone to spend his life with. She was still a bit apprehensive about what kind of guy this "Blaine" character was, but she was tired of watching Kurt go through life alone. He was way too good for that.
"Yeah," Kurt said softly. "It's real. I can't wait for you to meet him. How about we all go out to dinner this week? Maybe on Thursday? Dad and Carole will still be here, and I know they'll be upset if they don't see you at least once. You can bring Dani if you'd like."
"That sounds great," Santana said. "I can't wait to meet your man."
"I can't wait for that either," Kurt replied. "Anyway, I will be back in the office on Monday for sure. We may pop in sometime before then though, so I can show Blaine the place. Dad and Carole will want to see the changes we've made to the showroom, too, I'm sure. And I will let you know when I have details about what time and where dinner will be."
"Sounds good," she answered.
"Love you, San," Kurt said.
"Love you, too," Santana replied, and then they both hung up.
Kurt rejoined Blaine in the living room. He was sitting on the couch, reading Kurt's autographed copy of A Tale of Magic by Chris Colfer. "Have you read that one before?" Kurt asked.
"I haven't," Blaine answered and marked his page. "But damn, it's really good so far. And, I saw that you got it signed." He waved the book. "That's awesome!"
"He's got several more books, too, if you like that one," Kurt offered. "He's one of my favorite authors and so down to earth. Anyway, I love how he can turn huge problems like prejudice and ignorance into things that kids can understand. That, and he's got a way with words that almost makes you feel like you've been transported into the world he's describing. I could go on and on about him, but it's almost time to head to the airport. Let's go catch a cab, and we'll get some coffee when we get there if there's time."
"As you wish," Blaine said.
Everything at the airport went smoothly. Burt and Carole's flight was on time, and their baggage claim went quickly. Blaine had called the car company he used when they got back from Italy to take the four of them to Kurt's apartment. He knew it would be easier than trying to catch a cab with all of the luggage Burt and Carole would likely be carrying, and, quite frankly, it was only a little bit more expensive to do it this way. Plus, it was much more clean and comfortable.
"Dad, Carole," Kurt said once they were all in the car and headed to his apartment, "this is Blaine Anderson. My boyfriend." When Burt and Carole had asked Kurt who Blaine was before, Kurt had stated he was a friend and that introductions would be made once they left the hectic airport.
Burt held his hand out for Blaine to shake. "It's nice to meet you, kid."
"You too, sir," Blaine answered. "I'm sure you have a ton of questions, and I will be more than happy to answer them. We just thought everything might be better explained when we get back to Kurt's."
"I do have some questions," Burt said, chuckling at Blaine's formalities. "I know my son, though, and I know that if you're with him, you're a good guy. And it's Burt, kid. Not sir."
"Okay, Burt," Blaine said with a shy smile, blush rising on his cheeks.
"I can't wait to hear about how you two got together," Carole said and offered her hand to Blaine as well. "Last I heard, Kurt wasn't even dating anyone, so it must be one heck of a story."
"It's an amazing story, ma'am," Blaine said and shook the proffered hand.
"Carole, please, Blaine," she laughed, loving him already.
Kurt asked them about their vacation to fill the rest of the ride back to his apartment. Once they got there, Blaine helped carry their bags and put them in the guest room before joining Kurt in the kitchen. "Anything I can do to help?" he asked, hoping to make himself useful. He knew from experience that activity helped his nervousness.
"I'm boiling some water for tea," Kurt answered. Sensing his soulmate's nerves, he asked him to get some cups down and the box with the different varieties of teabags. Kurt told Blaine which tea he and his parents liked so he could get them out and choose one for himself if he wanted.
"Got it," Blaine answered and put each of the tea bags in their designated cups. Once that task was all done, the boys joined Burt and Carole in the living room. They all had their drinks in front of them, waiting for someone to speak first. In the end, it was Kurt who broke the silence. He told the whole story about meeting at the villa and their falling in love, with help every once in a while from Blaine. They didn't mention the soulmate connection, though. Burt and Carole asked questions here and there but, for the most part, just sat back and listened to the fairytale love story the two men across from them were telling.
"Tomorrow," Kurt finally said, getting to the end of their tale, "we're going to go look at a few apartments that a realtor friend found for us. You're more than welcome to come with us if you'd like, or you can hang out here. Or, go see the sights of the city, whatever you decide is fine with us. Then, Thursday night, San would like us all to go get supper somewhere. She wants to meet Blaine and see you guys while you're in town. What do you say?"
"I, for one, would love to go apartment hunting with you, and I definitely want to see Santana while we're here, honey," Carole said. "Burt?"
"Me too," Burt said then turned to look at his son. "Bud, can we go to your office and talk for a little bit?"
"Sure, Dad," Kurt said, expecting some sort of talk sooner or later. He gave Blaine a kiss on the cheek and told him they'd be back in a little bit. As he was walking away, he heard Carole asking Blaine about school and what he was planning to do after he graduated and passed the bar. He smiled to himself. Carole was easy to talk to. Blaine would be fine.
After Kurt closed the door to his office, he turned around and looked his dad right in the eyes. Once he started talking, he couldn't seem to stop. "I love him. I love him, and I want to marry him and live with him and grow old with him. And, if we decide to have kids, I want to do that with him, too. I know you're probably thinking that we're moving too fast, that we don't know anything about each other. How could we, right? We've only known each other for a few weeks. But, Dad, he's perfect for me in every single way. He's just—"
"Take a breath, Kurt," Burt said with a smile on his face. "I can see all of that. I can see the connection between you two. Anyone who spends more than 30 seconds with you guys will be able to see it, that you two have something special. I wanted to talk to you about something else."
"What? Huh?" Kurt asked, confused and completely thrown off by his dad's reaction. He was sure his dad would have some sort of resistance to the idea.
They talked for about 20 more minutes and then rejoined Carole and Blaine who were talking about dinner plans for the night. Everyone agreed that they would like to stay in. Kurt offered to cook, and the activity became a group effort. The rest of the night was lighthearted, and everyone enjoyed themselves and the company around them.
The next day, they spent the whole day together. The group met Nick after breakfast, and he showed them three apartments. The first one was on 5th Avenue, and they really liked it. The price was fair, and it had all of the amenities they were wanting. What they didn't like, though, was that it needed a lot of work on the bathrooms and closets to make it their dream place. They filed it away as a possibility and moved on. The next one was on 79th and Madison. Like the one before it, the price was reasonable, but this one needed a lot of updating and seemed like more work than they wanted to put in. They would have gotten discouraged had they not known that the one they liked the best was saved for last.
Their final stop of the day was on 57th Street at the south end of Central Park. They knew they loved the layout and the pictures from the listing they had seen online; now, it was time to see if it felt like the one. Once they stepped into the foyer, they noticed a powder room to their immediate right. Then, they were instantly drawn to the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of them. There were lots and lots of windows spanning the entirety of the living room.
Being on the 61st floor afforded them an absolutely stunning view. They could see all of Central Park and every single building that surrounded it. Blaine could just make out his favorite spot by the lake, and Kurt could clearly see his favorite area at Strawberry Fields. They could see the Hudson River to the left of them and the East River to the right. Everywhere they looked, they could see the tops of trees and birds flitting through the air. The whole living room space was somewhere they could envision themselves entertaining and lounging for many years to come. Off to the right of the living room were two bedrooms that shared a bathroom. The dining room and kitchen were just off of the living room, everything flowing together into one big space.
"There isn't a pantry," Nick told them when they were checking out the kitchen, trying to hide his giggle at Blaine's immediately pouty expression. "The laundry room, though, is right through here," he said, indicating a set of doors at the back of the kitchen, "and you could very easily utilize it as both a pantry and laundry room." This seemed to erase the pout from Blaine's face.
The group proceeded through the kitchen and came across one more bathroom and bedroom. Then, they walked into the master suite. It was huge! They had their own gorgeous master bathroom with a rain shower and tons of vanity space. Thankfully, the other bathroom near them had a jacuzzi tub that they could always use if they wanted to. There was so much closet space that Kurt was getting a hard-on. The bedroom itself was big enough for the bed set of Kurt's dreams. He had always wanted a four-poster bed like the one the King and Queen had in "Ever After," complete with railings for curtains. And, if that wasn't enough, there was a bonus room attached by way of a sliding door. Nick said that it was advertised as a home office, but they could use it as anything they wanted to.
Sensing that the boys needed a minute to talk about things, the others left to take in the view in the living room again.
"I love it," Blaine said breathlessly, looking around them. "I really, really love it. There's enough room for each of us to have an office and more closet space than I think even you could fill. It's a little further away from Columbia than I would have liked, but that isn't a deal-breaker for me. And, there's a garage for my car, which is something I didn't think to put on the list when we were making it."
"It's closer to work for me than my old place. But, Blaine, it's so much more expensive than I was thinking. Can we make this place work?" Kurt said. He didn't want to think logically about this. He longed to jump up and down and say 'yes' immediately, but he knew he couldn't do that. Yet.
"Let's go talk about that part with Nick," Blaine offered, hoping that he would help them come up with some sort of solution. "Unless you don't want your parents to hear the money talk portion. I know some families aren't open about their financial situations." He yearned to live here and just hoped that it all would work out. This place just felt right.
"That's not a problem for us," Kurt replied. "We've always been pretty open about finances. Dad knows I do really well for myself, so it won't be awkward at all."
The couple went back out to the living room, hand in hand, and talked with Kurt's parents and Nick about the financial aspect of it all. Nick asked questions about Blaine's apartment, having known all about Kurt's since he was the one who sold it to him. After thinking for a moment, he told them that he might have a buyer for each of their apartments, and, since both of them owned their apartments outright, they would make 100 percent profit off the sales. They could then put the proceeds toward this apartment. He also suggested that they not make a full offer on this place to see if the seller would come down on their price.
"I can pay the difference from my inheritance," Blaine offered. "I want this to be our home, Kurt. It just feels right, and I've learned to trust that feeling. I want to live without any stress about having to work too much to make the mortgage payment. And don't you dare start with the, 'I'll pay my share,' bit. I still have a year and a half of school left and won't be able to work during that time. So, if you want that to be your way to contribute, that's fine with me. Please, Kurt, please just agree with me on this. You know it's the best possible solution to the problem. And we both love this place." Despite knowing that this decision had to be made logically, he gave Kurt his best puppy dog eyes.
"Okay," Kurt agreed, knowing that Blaine was right. He really did love this place, and he wanted to live there with Blaine more than anything. Plus, he really couldn't say no to that face.
Nick called the listing realtor for the apartment and made an offer, lower than what they were asking but not low-balling by any means. An hour later, it was accepted. He then called the people he had in mind for Kurt and Blaine's individual apartments and, after making sure it was okay, set up showings for the following day.
Everything seemed to be falling right into place, and, instead of panicking, Kurt recited his creed to himself. "I'm not going to rush anything. I'm not going to stress out or worry about how things will work out for me. Instead of overthinking, I will align my faith with divine timing and trust that everything that belongs in my life is making its way toward me right now." Things were working out exactly how they were meant to.
After they were done making one last run-through of the apartment, Blaine said he needed to go back to his place and tidy it up since he hadn't really been there since before he left for Italy. It was going to be shown to a potential buyer the next day, and he didn't want them to see his clutter. Nick asked if he could come and take a look so that he had an idea of the layout when he showed it the following day. Blaine readily agreed to this, thinking it would definitely be a good idea.
Kurt and his parents offered to help Blaine clean, much to his chagrin. He accepted the assistance, knowing that they weren't going to accept no as an answer. There wasn't a whole lot to do besides laundry and putting dishes away since he had thoroughly cleaned up before he left for Domus Civita. Blaine hated coming home from a vacation to a dirty apartment. They ordered in from Blaine's favorite Chinese place and spent the rest of the evening talking about plans for the new apartment. When everything was done at Blaine's place, they all went back to Kurt's to sleep.
The following day, they decided to spend the day on the town since both of their apartments needed to be vacant for Nick to show them to the prospective buyers. Kurt wanted to take Blaine and his parents to his shop. While he was there, he could tell Santana where they had decided on for supper that night. Blaine was so happy to meet Santana finally, and Kurt was sort of scared by their instant, kindred bond.
Dinner that night went really well as the boys had so much to celebrate. Both of the potential buyers loved the apartments and put in full offers on them. All of the closings were miraculously set to take place the week of Blaine's spring break.
The remainder of Burt and Carole's visit went well, and, before anyone knew it, it was time for them to go home. They agreed that they would come back and help the boys move when the time came, though, and hoped to be able to meet Blaine's mom during that trip.
Work picked up for Kurt the following Monday, and Blaine jumped into his spring semester of school a week later. They spent their evenings and weekends between their two apartments, packing and sorting things to take to the new place. There were little spats here and there; even soulmates sometimes disagreed. They loved each and every moment they got to spend with each other, and when one of them needed space, the other honored it.
March soon came and with it came moving day. Both boys' parents and brothers had offered to help along with Nick and his husband, Jeff, and Santana and her girlfriend, Dani. They hired a moving company to help with the big items, and the things they were donating were loaded into a separate truck.
Kurt had found them the perfect four-poster bed online, which Blaine was fully on board with. They both went to the store to see if they liked it as much in person, and if possible, they loved it even more. Blaine had been thinking about a gift he was going to ask for from Kurt for his birthday, and this bed would be absolutely perfect for parts of what he had in mind.
Kurt loved that his family and Blaine's meshed like they'd known each other their entire lives. Having Cooper and Finn together was something all of them were glad wouldn't happen too often, though. That much goof is only healthy in small doses, and there was far too much of it to go around during the move.
Dalisay did end up joking with Burt and Carole about moving closer so that they could do retired things together. What surprised all of them was that Burt and Carole had already been thinking about relocating to be closer to their boys, and really liked the way Darien sounded from everything they'd heard about it. Finn lived in Philadelphia, so it would be closer to him as well. When Dalisay saw that Burt and Carole were actually serious, she looked at listings on her phone. There were homes near hers that were currently for sale and weren't outrageously priced, and she shared the listings with them.
So, while their parents were talking about houses, the rest of them sorted boxes into the rooms they would be unpacked in, laughing and joking as they worked. Kurt called in pizza for supper that night, nobody having any energy to cook or leave the apartment to get groceries.
They were planning to use bedrooms off of the living room for guest rooms and the other two near the master for their offices. If they had guests stay over, they didn't want anyone close enough to hear them having sex. That wasn't something they were willing to hold off on, no matter who was staying with them. While all of their family was there, Finn and Cooper stayed in the living room on air mattresses so their parents could have the actual beds.
The next morning was spent organizing and putting things away, everyone spending time together before they had to rejoin their lives outside of the little bubble they were currently in. Unpacking the rest of the boxes and shopping for all of the things they needed took all of the next two days, and by the time the apartment was the way they wanted it, they were all sore and tired but happy with what they had accomplished.
The apartment was a beautiful balance between the two boys and their individual styles. Kurt's favorite thing was the dining room table. It was a mahogany, solid wood table that would seat eight comfortably. He imagined holding Thanksgiving dinner with all of his favorite people in one area again.
Too soon for all of them, it was time for Burt and Carole to head back to Ohio, Finn to Pennsylvania, Cooper to California, and Dalisay to Connecticut. They all promised to find time to visit one another and keep in touch either by phone or Skype as often as possible. That night, the boys christened their new bed, many, many times!
Time seemed to continue to fly by, and before they knew it, it was the week of Blaine's birthday. He had been thinking about something he wanted to discuss further with Kurt since their time in Italy. He had been doing research off and on and wanted to ask Kurt for something, a couple of somethings actually. He wasn't sure how his soulmate would react to either request, but he didn't think he would react badly.
His actual birthday fell on a Friday this year, which he loved and hoped would work in his favor if what he asked Kurt for actually happened. He might need a few days to recover if all went as planned. At least, he was hoping he would need a few days to recover.
After they had gone to bed that Monday and had the best sex yet, Blaine decided to talk about what he had been thinking about; his mind was relaxed, and he didn't have a single worry in the world.
"Baby?" Blaine asked, calm and sated.
"Mmm, yeah?" Kurt responded drowsily; their sex having taken a lot of energy out of him.
"Never mind," Blaine answered, not wanting to wake Kurt up when he sounded so exhausted. "You can go back to sleep. I love you."
That woke Kurt right up. "I'm awake," he said, more alert now. "Please tell me what's on your mind."
"Okay," Blaine answered, scooting further back into Kurt's big spoon. "There are a couple of things I've been thinking about. First, I've been doing some research online about how I am…um, how I act with you…in bed sometimes. And, I've come to realize that I'm kind of...well, not kind of...I am submissive to you, more often than not. I like that you take care of me, and even when I'm riding you, you're still controlling it. I like that. I like being able to completely let go, be vulnerable, and just know, no matter what, that you will keep me safe. I guess…um…what would you think about exploring that more?"
"Did you have anything particular in mind?" Kurt asked without missing a beat. He had suspected that this might come up at some point, and he was kicking himself in the ass right now for not having brought it up before. He'd definitely need to do some research himself if this was something they were going to pursue. There was no way in hell Kurt would allow himself to do something wrong. No fucking way!
"Well," Blaine said, blushing and happy that Kurt couldn't see the redness in his cheeks right now as he thought about all of the things Kurt could do to him. "I'm not sure I would ever be into the hardcore stuff. But I'd love to try bondage and sensory deprivation; there are others, but off the top of my head, those two for sure. And, you already know about my love of pain."
Kurt imagined Blaine blindfolded and completely at his mercy and instantly got hard again. "Yeah," he breathed. "I can do that." Plans were rapidly forming in his mind. "Don't make any plans this weekend."
"Okay," Blaine answered, grinding back onto Kurt's now very hard cock.
"What was the other thing you wanted to talk about?" Kurt asked, wanting to make sure Blaine was able to bring up everything that was on his mind.
"Oh," Blaine said, remembering that there was indeed something else he wanted to say. He took a breath to calm himself down. This was even more important than what he had just talked about. "Do you remember New Year's Eve, when you made a joke about me proposing to you?"
Kurt chuckled. "And then I made a joke about a cock ring? Yes, I remember that conversation."
Blaine laughed at that memory, too. "Well, the thing is, for as long as I can remember, I've never imagined myself being the one to propose when I found the guy I wanted to marry. I've always imagined that I'd be the one getting proposed to. And I want to marry you. Hell, I'd go to City Hall tomorrow if that's what you wanted." He swallowed. "But, when it comes time to do that, how do you feel about being the one to ask me? I will totally do it if you don't wan—"
"Blaine," Kurt interrupted, "I'm glad you said that because I already have an idea for how I want to propose. And, before you say anything or ask any questions, it will happen when you least expect it. Just know that I do want to do it."
Blaine turned over and kissed his soulmate fiercely. "I love you so fucking much," he breathed out between kisses.
"I love you, too," Kurt replied, just as breathless.
That night, they fell asleep thinking very different things. Blaine was thinking about being tied to the bed and blindfolded, teased to his breaking point, then fucked until he came at least twice. Kurt was planning out his perfect proposal and thinking of all the people he needed to talk to in order to make it happen. He yearned for them to be each other's in every way possible.
The following day, Kurt did a little research of his own. He found some information on being a Dom that he printed off and read during his free time so that he didn't hurt Blaine. If this was something they both liked after this weekend and wanted to continue, he would look into getting some training somewhere. He wasn't exactly sure if there were classes he could take, but he would do whatever he needed to do to ensure Blaine's safety.
Kurt also printed off a list of kinks, and they had talked about each and every item on the list, even the ones Kurt was certain they would both be very against trying. They made marks by the things that they would both like to try and crossed out the things they definitely didn't. Yes's included plugs, bondage, and temperature play. Maybe's included nipple clamps, gags, and spanking. Definite no's included breath play of any kind, sharing, and cages.
Friday arrived, and Blaine's birthday was finally upon them. They were both ridiculously excited, and butterflies were taking up residence in their stomachs, especially after Kurt had given Blaine his gifts: a plush blindfold and two leather interlocking cuffs.
The anticipation of the evening was starting to overwhelm them a little, so, to take the edge off, Kurt gave Blaine a blowjob. Blaine finished Kurt off quickly afterward with a handjob. The boys lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath and mentally preparing for what the remainder of the evening could be like.
Kurt didn't want to give Blaine too much time to come back from his high. He wanted him to stay pliant and floaty so that he could enjoy what was coming next. Kurt had a couple of gifts he hadn't let Blaine open earlier that he was excited to try out.
Before starting anything, Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear, "Do you remember your safewords, sweetheart?"
"Red, yellow, and green," Blaine sighed, tempted to add 'sir' to the end of his response. He wasn't sure how Kurt would react to it, though.
Knowing Blaine the way he did, Kurt knew immediately that he was holding something back and hoped that his instincts were right when he asked, "Red, yellow, and green, what?"
Sagging in relief, Blaine looked right into his soulmate's eyes and said with all of the love and trust he could convey, "Red, yellow, and green, Sir."
"I want you to enjoy this, love," Kurt said. "I do have a couple of surprises for you, gifts, if you will, that you didn't open up."
"Please…" Blaine begged, not really sure what he was begging for but knowing he would accept anything Kurt gave him tonight.
Kurt reached over to Blaine's nightstand and grabbed the blindfold, leaving the two thick brown cuffs there. "I love you, Blaine. So, so much," he said and slipped it over Blaine's eyes.
The moment the blindfold went on, Blaine's entire body thrummed with electricity and relaxed into the mattress at the same time. "I love you, too, Sir," he said, letting himself sink further into the headspace he was coming to love and even crave.
"Until I tell you otherwise," Kurt said, reaching over to his nightstand and pulling open the top drawer to retrieve four items, "I want you not to speak. You can make all of the noises you want, but the only actual words I want you to speak are your safewords if you need them. Also, I want you to put your hands above your head and keep them there. I'm not going to restrain you tonight; the cuffs are for some other time. Nod if you understand, sweetheart."
Blaine nodded fervently. He was a little upset at not getting to use the cuffs right now, but he was so hard with anticipation that it didn't matter. He trusted Kurt and knew that he was going to make this whole experience mind-blowingly awesome.
Kurt grabbed the feather he had retrieved from the nightstand and gently touched it to Blaine's cheek. As soon as it made contact, Blaine gasped at the new sensation. "I love your cheeks," Kurt murmured to him. "They're perfect for kissing, and, when you blush, they turn the loveliest shade of pink." He moved the feather over the blindfold. "Your eyes, god, where do I even begin with your eyes? I get lost in them and never want to find my way back. They let me see into your soul, love. They show me how much you love me and trust me. They can tell me what mood you're in before anything ever comes out of your mouth. Speaking of your mouth..." Kurt began, moving the feather down to Blaine's lips, which were parted now due to his panting.
Blaine squeaked, at the same time loving and hating the wispy feather that Kurt was using to torment him.
"Your mouth is fucking phenomenal," Kurt went on, his voice coming out more like a purr. "The most beautiful words and sinful noises come out of this mouth. This mouth gives me so much pleasure when it's wrapped around me. Fuck, just thinking about it is making me leak all over."
When Kurt said this, Blaine moaned loudly, picturing Kurt fucking into his mouth. He was so proud of the progress he'd made since December in regards to being able to get more and more of Kurt's very large cock into his mouth.
Kurt continued his teasing and praise all the way down Blaine's body. By the time he had reached his calves, Blaine was a sweaty, panting mess. Kurt had deliberately not tormented the areas he knew his soulmate wanted him to. He had other ideas in mind for those particular places. Kurt put the feather down and grabbed the vibrator and uncapped lube from the top of the nightstand.
"Sweetheart," Kurt said into Blaine's ear when the vibrator was prepared, "I need you to hold your legs up and open for me. I have another present for you." He kissed Blaine's sweaty temple. "You can talk now, and you can cum whenever you want. Just know that we won't be done until I have cum, too."
"Fuck," Blaine groaned loudly, loving everything that Kurt had done and was promising. "Yes, Sir. I love you, Sir. I love you so much, Sir." He held his legs up, thighs touching his chest so that Kurt could get to all of his most intimate areas.
"I love you too, kitten," Kurt replied, the name just slipping out naturally. Apparently, Blaine liked the name, too, if his moan was any indication. Knowing how much Blaine loved pain, Kurt didn't waste any time stretching Blaine out before inserting the vibrator. He slowly, too slowly for Blaine's liking, slid it in with one fluid motion until it was all the way inside.
"Oh my god, Sir," Blaine shouted. "That feels so fucking good. Stretching me open. Yes, fucking yes!"
Kurt leaned down and licked up the puddle of pre-cum that was currently forming on Blaine's belly, causing them both to moan in satisfaction. He pumped the vibrator in and out of Blaine a few times and then whispered into Blaine's ear, "Happy birthday, love." Then, he used the remote to turn the vibration to one of the highest settings.
"HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!" Blaine screamed as soon as the vibration hit him, and he painted Kurt's face with his cum while rocking down onto the vibrator as much as he could in his current position, never once letting go of his legs. When he began to get oversensitive, Blaine grit his teeth and panted through it, loving the painful pleasure it was causing. His soulmate knew how to work his body in the best ways.
Kurt was glad that they had put wet wipes into both of their nightstands for times when they needed to clean up quickly. He left the vibrator snug in Blaine's ass, turning it down a couple of notches. He reached over to his nightstand to get one and clean up his face as well as the final item he had set on top of it: a cock ring.
"As delicious as you taste, kitten," Kurt said as he was wiping himself up, "I don't want anything impeding my vision." When his face was clean, he lubed up and slid the cock ring on himself, doing a quick check-in with his soulmate.
"Color?" he whispered in Blaine's ear.
"Soooooooooo fucking green, Sir," he moaned, pain from overstimulation starting to turn into pleasure once more.
Kurt got up onto his knees between Blaine's legs, clicked the vibrator off, and pulled it out, ignoring Blaine's whine, loving how his ass was searching for something to grip on to. "My turn, love," he said and slid into Blaine as quickly as he'd allow himself to, still very conscious of not harming his soulmate.
"YESSSSSSSSSSS," Blaine shouted, loving the stretch and fullness that Kurt's cock always provided him. As good as the vibrator had felt, nothing was better than his soulmate's cock buried deep inside him.
Once he was all the way in, Kurt started at a relentless pace, thrusting in and out of his love. "Oh, and kitten," Kurt said casually like it was any other conversation, "I have one more present for you."
"What's that, Sir?" Blaine asked, not knowing what Kurt could possibly do to make this experience any better than it already was.
Kurt stopped his movements and bent down, getting right next to Blaine's ear one last time. "I'm wearing what I joked about in Italy," Kurt said and sat back up. When realization didn't dawn on Blaine immediately, Kurt grabbed one of Blaine's hands and guided him to feel the silicone ring around Kurt's cock.
Blaine's eyebrows raised up above the blindfold, and his breathing got heavier. "Thank you, Sir," Blaine panted. He had never loved Kurt more.
Kurt replaced Blaine's hand and started his thrusting again until he was pounding in and out of his soulmate. All the while, Blaine was chanting, "Yes, yes, yes!" When his speech finally left a minute later, Kurt removed Blaine's hands from under his knees and placed his own hands there to help hold Blaine up and open. He had been waiting for Blaine to really let go before he pulled out and removed the ring. Then, he slammed himself back into Blaine and continuing his unyielding, rough pace.
Blaine was so close again, and he knew all it would take was one brush of Kurt's hand on his cock or the feeling of Kurt filling him up with his cum before he would cum again. Kurt sensed this, too, and redoubled his efforts. When he felt his orgasm creeping up, ready to topple over the edge, he yelled, "Cum with me, kitten." Blaine screamed as he came and blacked out.
Kurt knew that this would be an intense experience for Blaine and that this might be a reaction Blaine would have to their scene, so he wasn't alarmed when it actually happened. He gently pulled out of Blaine and removed the blindfold before very quickly running to their bathroom and getting a warm, wet washcloth to clean Blaine up with. He didn't want to leave him alone for long or shock his system back awake with a cold wet wipe. He also grabbed the bottles of water he'd put in the bathroom before the scene; Blaine would be dehydrated, no doubt. Once they were both clean and the toys were all in a pile to be cleaned tomorrow, Kurt laid down beside his soulmate and pulled the blankets over them.
"I love you, Blaine," Kurt whispered, holding Blaine close to him, waiting for him to come to. "You were so amazing, sweetheart. So, so stunning. I can't wait to explore this with you for the rest of our lives. You are so perfect for me." After only a couple of minutes of gentle, quiet praise, Blaine started to stir. "Welcome back, sweetheart."
"Wow," Blaine groaned, throat scratchy from all the moaning, groaning, and screaming.
Kurt grabbed the bottle of water from his nightstand and propped Blaine up so he could take a drink.
"Yeah?" Kurt asked once Blaine had his fill of water. He wanted to be sure that Blaine was okay and had enjoyed their experience.
"Mmm-hmm," Blaine agreed sleepily. "Thank you, Kurt. That was more perfect than anything I could ever have imagined."
"I'm glad you liked it," Kurt replied. "Let's get some sleep, okay?"
"Mmmm-kay," Blaine murmured, mostly asleep already.
"Happy birthday, love," Kurt whispered then kissed Blaine on the temple before succumbing to sleep himself.
A/N: Quote is from Idil Ahmed.