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Kurt's Weight in Gold

Kurt looked up from cutting the fresh cilantro the moment he heard Blaine walking down the stairs. He couldn't help himself. The five minutes or so it took Blaine to dress and come down was five minutes to long for Kurt. Which was one of the first things Kurt would like to talk to Blaine about. They both said "Hey" in unison when they caught each other's eye and smiled. Kurt told Blaine to come sit at the counter where he was preparing their meal. Blaine considered which chair to choose and settled on the one that was closest to Kurt, crowding him a tad, but Kurt didn't step back. He adjusted himself to work right around Blaine.

"I'm glad you weren't gone any longer. I missed you." He handed him a plate full of cherry tomatoes and a knife. Blaine ducked his head slightly and Kurt took note that that was something Blaine did when he's embarrassed. It was accompanied by a shy smile so Kurt assumed it was a happy embarrassment. Kurt loved making Blaine do that.

Blaine had felt the absence too. He blushed and went to tell Kurt he missed him too, when Kurt came up behind him and leaned in.

"Dice these for my please?" He reached over Blaine, brushing his chest up against him, and ran his hand down the length of Blaine's arm. He couldn't help from touching Blaine. He had really not enjoyed one second spent away from Blaine. The whole time Kurt had felt like he had a deep itch he couldn't scratch. An itch that had deepened every minute that passed that Blaine wasn't with him. His mind had pecked at him- Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine!!

Kurt picked up the knife and handed it to Blaine.

"Yeah, no problem."

Half way through the food preparation Blaine began to relax a little bit more. Did he dare ask a question that he's wanted the answer to from the start of meeting Kurt.

"Master?"

Kurt stirred the meat on the stove then looked over his shoulder.

"Yes?"

Blaine put down the cheese shredder he'd been using and sat up taller in his chair.

"Why do you call me Blaine?"

Kurt's brow furrowed and Blaine hoped he wasn't being out of line. Kurt could call him anything he wanted. It was just odd because at the Sub house he had been stripped of his name and was only referred to as 5222. He was told his former self was dead, and trained that he would then be whoever and whatever his Master'd want him to be. He was a possession and that he should start thinking of himself as such.

Kurt's features softened when he looked at Blaine. He turned down the stove to low and moved to stand closer, again.

"Because that is your name. That's who you are. I mean, you're as much Blaine Devon Anderson as I am Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, right?" Kurt took Blaine's hand in his and stroked his thumb over it. Blaine could only stare at Kurt in disbelief. He said nothing for quite sometime finding comfort in Kurt's closeness.

What Kurt said contradicted everything he'd been indoctrinated to believe.

"I'm okay. I'm just thinking, and maybe just in a little bit in shock" Blaine reassured Kurt when he sensed Kurt growing increasingly more concerned with Blaine's lack of response.

"Blaine.." Kurt rubbed circles on his back.

"Are you alright with me calling you Blaine? It's not upsetting you, is it?"

Blaine shook his head.

"No, it just amazes me. You amaze me."

Kurt didn't think calling Blaine, 'Blaine' was something warranting being labeled amazing for, but he thanked Blaine anyway and coupled it with a soft kiss to Blaine's forehead. Kurt released Blaine's hand and walked over to take the meat off the heat.

"Let's continue this discussion over our meal."

Blaine agreed and rose to prepare the burritos with Kurt. They smelled out of this world.

Blaine kept rolling Kurt's words over and over in his head. He had said Blaine was just as much 'Blaine' as Kurt was 'Kurt'. Blaine felt more hope fill his heart. He'd been conditioned, for a year, to not allow any hope for himself. But then, everything about Kurt encouraged hope again. Was it possible that he could have a good and fulfilling life with Kurt? He was beginning to believe that that might just be a possibility.

After they prepared their plates Blaine began to feel guilty that he didn't serve Kurt. He should of done all the preparing and the serving. He didn't want Kurt thinking he was lazy Sub. At the counter Kurt scooted his chair close to the chair Blaine had chosen earlier. Blaine walked over and placed his plate down.

"Can I get you anything to drink, Sir?"

Kurt thought.

"Yes, please. I'd like some of the organic apple juice. I prefer it over ice."

Blaine opened the fridge. "Yes, Sir."

Kurt watched as Blaine poured just one glass of juice.

"Make a glass for yourself of anything you'd like to drink, Blaine."

Blaine finished filling Kurt's glass and served him before getting ice water for himself.

"Good job and thank you. Now please sit down and eat with me."

Blaine slid in next to Kurt and they shared their first meal together. Blaine loved every single bite of Kurt's tacos. Kurt seasoned the meat to perfection.

"These are wonderful, Master. I'll be sure to clean up everything."

"Thank you, Blaine."

Kurt restarted their earlier conversation.

"So, now that we've talked about me calling you by your given name I'd like to ask you about what you're really comfortable calling me?"

Kurt cleared his throat and thought about how to say what was on his mind. "Um, I mean, I haven't disliked anything you've called me so far." He wanted to reassure Blaine once again that he'd done nothing wrong. Blaine sat intently listening to Kurt. "I just want you to know I don't expect you to call me Master all the time. I've noticed you've referred to me as Sir quite a few times, as well, and I'm also okay with that." Kurt smiled. He knew Blaine must've been curious as to where Kurt was going with all this and it was written all over his face. Blaine wore some inquisitive and interested facial expressions. "I'm asking because I want you to be completely comfortable calling me uh, well, whatever." Kurt knew he kind of blew it at the end there.

"You'd like me to just call you 'whatever'?" Blaine rubbed at the back of his neck feeling confused.

"Well, ha! No." Kurt responded, then inhaled deeply and apologized. "Im apparently not very good at explaining..."

Blaine felt for Kurt as he watched him flounder. He stepped in.

"Sir, Im sure you're better than you think you are. Command anything of me, I'd call you 'My Prince' or "My King' or 'My Savior' or anything else that you want. Just let me know your preference."

Kurt held up his finger indicating to Blaine to wait a second. Blaine stopped talking and waited on Kurt. Kurt lowered his hand and pointed directly at himself and said "Kurt". Kurt's eyes examined Blaine's. Kurt's eyes quietly begged Blaine's understanding. Blaine's mind felt a little lost at the idea of calling his Master by his given name. But, Kurt looked worried and had struggled so much with talking to him about it.

Blaine very quietly mumbled "Kurt..." And tilted his head to the side in a questioning motion.

Kurt smiled broadly at the sound of his own name coming out from Blaine's mouth.

"Yes, Blaine. You said it. Thank you."

Blaine slowly nodded and stared ahead in disbelief.

Blaine had felt from the beginning that Kurt was extremely understanding of Blaine and he had trusted Kurt almost immediately, but if Blaine were overheard calling a Master by anything other than a respected title, he was sure that it wouldn't be good- for him or for Kurt.

Kurt's name did fit him well, though. Blaine liked the name from the first time he heard it. He had thought of Kurt a few times as 'Kurt' in his own head, but to address him aloud as 'Kurt' was a whole different story.

Kurt watched Blaine and the confused expression cross over his face. He blurted out, trying to explain himself. "Not like during sex...or domination or anything..." Blaine's eyes widened then scrunched up at the sides when he had to laugh at the way Kurt just blurted it out like that.

Kurt turned pink and had to laugh too. Once the tension was broken he continued easier then.

"What I mean is maybe when we're just hanging around together. Like having dinner here at home you could occasionally just try me as 'Kurt'. You know, just here and there."

Blaine took a drink from his water glass and set it back down. He told Kurt he could try that. He asked if he could ask him another question.

"Yes, of course, Blaine. I actually welcome your questions.

"Okay, I'll try to just ask them when I think of them then. Though, it might take me a while until I remember I don't have to ask your permission every time."

Kurt rested his chin in his hand and told Blaine he understood. Kurt didn't really mind either way, if Blaine asked for his permission or not didn't matter as much to Kurt as wanting Blaine to know it was okay to ask and that he wanted him to.

"What's your questions, Blaine? I'd like to hear them."

Blaine surprised himself. He was on a roll for someone who was afraid of asking earlier. He'd first like to know why Kurt had his Sub house collar removed before the standard year of waiting after purchase. Kurt had been so adamant and had made sure it had been removed.

"Why did you have the Sub house removed early?"

"For Several reasons, one you already heard me say. Because we will be traveling and the only way I'll fly on a commercial aircraft is if I fly First Class. I pretty much just used that one for my excuse to demand it being removed. The bigger reason is I don't want anything to do with that Sub house. And I don't want anything from there on you. The thought of them having some hold over you, by having you clad in their collar, didn't sit well with me at all.

Kurt shuttered.

"I don't trust people that take Submissives and train them to be slaves. Those collars are barbaric looking too."

Kurt made a look of disgust.

"Plus, after meeting you I knew I really couldn't wait another day, another minute, to get you in the collar I got especially for you. I certainly couldn't have waited a whole year. Also, it suits you better."

Kurt reached across the small space separating them and rubbed his fingers over the collar. He looked tenderly at Blaine and Blaine looked shyly back. It was as intoxicating as the first time he felt his collar around Blaine's neck.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I had wanted to get some cream on this." Kurt rubbed his finger up a little higher to where Blaine's skin is irritated from the Sub house collar. "You can clean up in here and I'll go grab the cream and be right back."

Blaine almost asked Kurt not to go. His touch had Blaine feeling really good and he didn't want it to end.

"Okay." he begrudgingly agreed and rose up to begin clearing the dishes.

"Good job." Kurt praised and he walked out of the kitchen.

Kurt thought about their discussion so far as he climbed the stairs to his master bathroom. He passed a spare bedroom he had intended to give to Blaine. He thought more about that, and Blaine, and how very different everything was then. Very different then what Kurt had prepared for in his head. He had figured he'd purchase Blaine and continue to help him find his way back to the life that was his before he had been labeled and taken. He thought he'd be helping Blaine reunite with his old friends, who had tried to valiantly to raise funds to buy him. Their goal had been to give Blaine back the life Blaine deserved. A life with out having to live as someone slave. What would they think of Kurt then? Then that Kurt's taken Blaine and thought of him as his?

Kurt located the cream then stopped to sit on his bed to think for just another minute. Everything that happened between him and Blaine had happened as if Kurt had had little power to resist it. It had been a whirlwind of emotion.

Blaine had asked him about the collar. Kurt had went to the auction prepared to fight for the collar removal so the monitoring of Blaine wouldn't be an issue. Without the Sub house collar they'd have no way of electronically tracking his whereabouts. Kurt had learned, from his research, that for the first year of a Subs placement, with a new owner, it was common practice for the staff to continue to monitor the Subs. Kurt wanted Blaine to be free of that and wanted him to be able to visit his family and friends without sending up any red flags to any monitors. He had been prepared to take him and allow him to stay for short periods of time with his parents, where he could have his friends visit him there, or give Blaine the choice of what he'd like to do. He had heard he had an older brother and had thought maybe Blaine would have liked to stay with him at times as well. Kurt was prepared to travel with him because he'd need his owner's escort, and then Kurt would return for him after he stayed the length of time they had agreed on. He had pledged to himself that he'd help the boy get his life back as much as possible, while Blaine would be legally his. He had not anticipated, in the least, the infatuation he then had towards his Sub.

He wanted Blaine with him, at his side. He had no fight against those desires. Even then, sitting there on the bed trying to get his thoughts in order, he struggled with being away from Blaine. He quickly felt the strong sense of ownership over Blaine that he'd not thought he'd feel when he went for him. all of the combined feelings had complicated Kurt's original plans.

What it came down to was Kurt really wanted Blaine and he was drowning in his own endorphins anytime they were close- anytime Kurt even thought of Blaine being close. The completeness that Kurt felt since owning Blaine was undeniable and was the most all-encompassing feeling he'd ever felt.

Downstairs, Blaine had finished his task of cleaning the dishes and was drying the pan with a dish towel. He felt better about being productive and useful- of service. He finished up by wiping down the counter top. Blaine thought of Kurt and ran his fingers over his collar. He smiled to himself and allowed the relief to wash over him. He'd felt many different emotions since he'd been purchased. So many of them relating to feeling full and bright. Blaine had never felt this full in his life.

He'd felt great after composing a new song, he'd felt glee after winning at sectionals with the Warblers, he had felt satisfied after having his fill of whip cream off the top of his pumpkin pie after a hardy Thanksgiving dinner. He'd felt love from his family and friends that made his heart swell. While imprisoned in the Subhouse, those moments, before he had ever been put in a cage, were what had kept Blaine going.

The first few months he was there he allowed them to comfort him. Around six months in, he had started to push the memories away, by the years end Blaine had resigned himself to believing he had no right to hope for any such things ever again. When Blaine had offered to call Kurt his Savior, it was fitting. That was absolutely what Kurt was to Blaine. He not only saved him from that place and the probability of being owned by Hunter, he saved him from the Sub he would have had to continued to become. Blaine would've worked hard to please Hunter. He would've found satisfactions in any praise Hunter would've given him, he would've lived a mediocre life, at best. Blaine had been worn down so extensively that he had fought for that very thing. The chance for mediocrity with Hunter was far better than the likelihood of being owned by an entirely abusive Master. But, then came Kurt and managed to refuel Blaine and make him feel safe. And happy. He wanted to make Kurt feel just as good, he wasn't sure if that was even possible, but Blaine intended to try.

That train of thought had Blaine slipping into full submission. He looked down to the clothes Kurt supplied him with and felt as if they need to go. Kurt had been gone for awhile, but he promised to return, so Blaine undressed and waited for him. His submission caused him to kneel. He needed Kurt to feel how much he was thankful to him. Extremely thankful to him. And clothes were just in the way.

Kurt took his time going down the stairs. He wanted his head in the right place so could be the Dom that Blaine needed. For then, he was done questioning his new role that was basically chosen for him. It was what it was and as long as he continued to second guess himself he could be ruining his opportunity to welcome Blaine into his life and home the way he deserved to be. Once downstairs, Kurt rounded the corner.

"I come baring cream." Kurt sing-songs. He stopped short when he didn't see Blaine, but quickly found him next to the island. He looked peaceful, steady and undoubtedly submissive as he knelt there with his head bowed. The borrowed sweats and tee were neatly folded on the chair. Kurt stood frozen at the sight. It was beautiful and filled Kurt with a purpose. His feet caught up to his awareness and Kurt scurried up to Blaine and ran his fingers through his hair. He threaded his long curls through his fingers several times and scratched softly at his scalp, then ran his fingers down the side of his cheek.

"Thank you, Blaine. You're such a wonderful Sub, so good for me." Blaine rubbed his cheek along Kurts palm, but kept his head bowed. Kurt stood that way standing over his Sub, cupping his cheek, for several minutes. He looked down at him and admired his body, felt the soft skin of his cheek, and just allowed Blaine kneel there. Kurt then sat down on the floor in front of him and opened the the cream. He started with any exposed parts he could easily get to, then softly manipulated Blaine's head from right to left. and all the way up to cover all of the irritated skin. Blaine remained pliable in Kurts hands. When he'd gotten to it all he rubbed the remainder of cream left on his fingers down Blaine's chest. Blaine moaned slightly then stiffened under Kurt.

"My sweet boy, when I touch you I want to hear you. I want to hear how it feels good to you. When I know this feels good to you..." Kurt ran his hands back down Blaine's chest "...then it makes me feel good too." Kurt gently picked up Blaine's hand and placed it on himself. Blaine's eyes focused on his for the first time since he found him kneeling. Kurt gave him a flirtatious look and a wink and he watched as Blaine's eyes grew wide and interested.

Blaine felt Kurt's pulsing hardness underneath his hand. Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips to Blaine's, once, then twice more. Blaine pushed back and leaned into Kurt who took his weight and moaned himself. The kisses were tender until Kurt sucked on Blaine's tongue. Blaine moaned into it and scratched over Kurt's pants as if he'd like to scratch them right off. It sent heat throughout Kurt's body, but he refused to have sex on his kitchen floor when what he wanted to do was to reward his Sub by laying him down on his Master's bed and feel him shake beneath him.

Kurt pulled his mouth away to whisper in his ear.

"Stand up, Blaine."

The direct order had Blaine fumbling around until he found his footing with lighting fast speed. Kurt giggled and told him "Very good, Blaine." The giggling became infectious and Blaine joined in with him.

"Should I use this to help me up?" Blaine looked down at his prominent erection Kurt was referring to and laughed out loud. He extended his hands out to Kurt and pulled him up. Blaine's smile reached his eyes and was so broad it began to hurt. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed so hard.

Kurt reached around and slapped Blaine's butt. "Get yourself upstairs." Kurt playfully commanded. Blaine took off jogging up the stairs. Kurt took a second to admire his back side then cashed after him. Blaine scurried up, Kurt took long strides of several stairs at a time. Reaching the top Kurt caught Blaine by his arm.

"Gotcha!!"

They lock eyes and giggled through gasps for air.

"Now that you caught me..."

Kurt enveloped Blaine's mouth with his. It was sloppy and wonderful and perfect as they licked into each other's open mouths. They were still catching their breaths. Neither could stop smiling or giggling. Their teeth clunk together as Kurt turned them towards the hallway, then he pulled Blaine down through it. He pushed Blaine through his door and Blaine stumbled backwards over the threshold, but regained his footing with Kurt's help. Kurt advanced on him while pulling at his own clothes. Kurt's pants fell to his knees and he stumbled forward pushing Blaine down onto the bed making him land on top of it. He humphs then pulled Kurt to him. He licked the shell of Kurt's ear. Kurt grabbed around Blaine's waist and hoisted him further up the bed. Kurt stood up, clumsily kicking off his shoes and shimmied the rest of the way out of his pants. Blaine sat up and rested on his elbows. Kurt glanced down at him and smirked at Blaine's blown pupils. Blaine scanned Kurts body. Kurt's shirt was disheveled and was in the mist of being unbuttoned. Kurt was making quick work of the buttons, but Blaine whined about his shirt underneath it.

"Layers Sir? Ugh..."

Kurt leapt up on the bed, straddling him. Blaine fell back and watched Kurt finish with the final two buttons. The undershirt got pulled up over his head and Blaine examined Kurt's bare chest and stomach.

"Now you're mine." Kurt proclaimed triumphantly as he surged forward. He landed on all fours hovering over Blaine.

Kurt's words had him feeling a mixture of amazement and excitement. Amazed that he indeed belong to Kurt and excited that Kurt was obviously eager to prove that to him. After the bounce of the bed springs settled and their giggles died down, Kurt examined Blaine. He searched Blaine's eyes for any sort of apprehension, but found only interest and openness there. The large toothy smile on his lips died down and he stared back into Kurt's eyes.

Blaine could stare into those icy pools forever and still not define their true color. They were blue and green and gray all at the same time. He wondered what color Kurt defined them as? Blaine got lost in their intricacy. They were quiet then except for their breathing. Kurt slowly fell to Blaine's side and ran his palm down Blaine's chest. When the mere caress of his chest caused Blaine's breath to hitch and his pelvis to lift, Kurt's heart filled for his Sub. He looked so perfect laid on his bed for Kurt. Kurt wanted nothing to get in the way of Blaine fully enjoying ever single caress of Kurt's hands. He ran his hands up and down Blaine's chest getting more and more familiar with its contours. Blaine's eyes had fluttered shut and he was letting soft moans escape from just under his breath.

"That a boy, Blaine. I want to make to feel good. Remember what I told you. That I love to hear you. That it makes me feel good too." Kurt rut himself into the side of Blaine's thigh to drive the message home.

"Get loud Blaine. Tell me what feels good to you so I can do it again..."

Kissed his forehead.

"...And again..."

Kissed his ear.

"...and again..."

Kissed his lips.

"Until I make you scream."

Kurt licked into Blaine's mouth and tangled his tongue with his. The moan he elicited from Blaine was gloriously wanton and was not at all held back.

Kurt moaned right back into Blaine, both chasing each other's moans in their mouths and catching them with their tongues. Kurt rut into Blaine's side another time then climbed on top of him. Kurt hadn't yet removed his briefs. He was playing with and torturing his Sub.

Hopefully he could get him to rip them off of him.

Kurt's intuition was telling him that Blaine had it in him. The glimpses of his cheeky side and the sense of humor he'd discovered behind his eyes, hidden just behind the fret, assured Kurt that Blaine would eventually get there. Kurt would encourage Blaine and give him all the reassurances he needed to be himself with out fear.

Kurt kissed Blaine hard. He pushed his tongue around his mouth, exploring it wildly. Blaine gasped and returned Kurt's fervor. He laid down on top of Blaine, being mindful to line them up perfectly. The initial touch of their shafts together caused Blaine to thrust up and Kurt to gasp into Blaine's mouth, mumbling.

"Gah..., you feel good babe, do that again!" He thrusted up again and held himself there, feeling the pressure of Kurt pushing back down onto him. His muscles soon tired and he collapsed them back down onto the mattress. Kurt alternated between passionately kissing Blaine's mouth, sucking his ear, to kissing the side of his neck, then back again. Blaine's hands found purchase on Kurt's lower back and they both ground their cocks together. Kurt kept the pressure light then, teasing Blaine where he needed the friction the most. Blaine moaned or gasped whenever Kurt licked around his ear. Kurt made note of this erogenous zone so to use it to his advantage later. Kurt was loving the sounds coming from Blaine. Blaine's finger tips slipped under Kurt elastic waistband. The fabric between them was very much in the way. Blaine's finger tips massaged at Kurt's waist and Kurt silently willed Blaine to take the initiative to remove them.

"Sir?" He moaned and grasped at the elastic. Kurt shot his head up to look at Blaine with a flirty smile.

"Yes?..." Blaine could feel his Master teasing him. He too was enjoying the fun and it filled his heart that Kurt could be this wonderful. He had been encouraged by Kurt's responses to his own playfulness too. Two can play at this game.

"Please Sir..." he begged.

Kurt hummed into Blaine's ear and questioned "Please what, my beautiful?" Blaine slipped his fingers down a little lower into Kurt's underwear and pleaded again while rutting up into Kurt.

"I need..."

Kurt smirked.

He thoroughly enjoyed listening to Blaine beg. It was doing all the right things to his body and it was bringing out his inner Dom. Kurt forcefully pushed himself up higher onto Blaine causing Blaine's hand to slip further down into Kurt's underwear. Blaine's fingers wrapped appreciatively over Kurt's round ass cheek and Kurt growled his own appreciation.

"What do you need, Blaine?"

Kurt went to work on the shell of Blaine's ear, kitten licking around it, lightly sucking then nibbling on his lobe.

"What do you need Blaine, hum?"

Kurt sat upright making eye contact with Blaine than sat himself directly down on Blaine's lap causing Blaines hands to slip from Kurt's butt and slide up to his waist. He grabbed a hold by surprise as Kurt's ass and balls sat on top of his cock. Kurt experimentally bounced once landing with Blaine's hard length set between his two cheeks. Kurt had him pinned.

Blaine's eyes were like saucers staring up at Kurt. Kurt rutted down then winked. Blaine was pretty sure Kurt had him beat. He was going to refrain from rutting up into his Master's crack. Not because it wouldn't feel good to his cock, but because he wasn't clear he was allowed. Kurt was still smiling and seemed to be playing around, but playing around and actually rutting his cock onto his Master's hole, a whole different story. Kurt sensed Blaine was holding back and bounced on him a few more times. Then he rubbed his fingers along Blaine's sides with a feather light touch.

"You still haven't answered meeeee...," Kurt sing songs. If you don't answer me I'm going to tickle it out of you!"

Blaine shook his head repeatedly, pinned under Kurt. Blaine smiled wide at Kurt's threat and indignantly staid quiet. He was all in for this game of cat and mouse. Kurt waited on Blaine a few more seconds and then began his assault. Blaine burst out laughing and tried to twist away from Kurt's pressing fingers that were being drug up and down Blaine's sensitive sides. At this angle, Kurt could see Blaine's back teeth. His head was thrown back, neck stretched and fully on display. His curls were being tossed and were smacking him on the sides of his face. He was helplessly under Kurt's ticklish control.

And Kurt loved it. He enjoyed Blaine uselessly fighting underneath him. Blaine had grown weak from laughter he gasped for air and Kurt threw Blaine's arm up and over his head and wrapped a strong hold over his wrist with his hand, pinning it to the mattress. He pinned the other down by Blaine's side and laid himself out on top of him, using his entire body to pin Blaine to the mattress.

The air in the room quickly changed.

Kurt had gone from frisky to domineering. Blaine had gone from playful to yielding. He focused on the pressure Kurt was providing him and the dominance that radiated off of him. Kurt pushed Blaine's wrist into the bed harder and rutted into him.

"Tell me what you think I should do to you, my gorgeous. Gah, just look at you. You're so beautifully submissive. You have no idea what you do me, do you?"

Blaine whimpered when Kurt took his ear between his teeth and pulled.

"I...I...have an idea, Sir."

Blaine bucked up into Kurt's cock and it pulsated against him there. And there he stayed playing with the idea within his own head.

"You still haven't answered my question. I guess if I you don't want to tell me I'll just..."

Kurt rut down.

"...keep doing this."

He rocked into Blaine even harder eliciting a guttural grown.

"Maybe I'll bring you all the way to the edge and stop."

Kurt stilled and tightened his grip around Blaine's wrists.

"You won't be able to touch yourself or get any relief. I'd just let you skirm around in want and need."

Blaine listened intently to everything Kurt was saying and his cock bobbed under Kurt in approval.

"Mmm, you'd like that, huh?"

"Yeah..., yes, Sir." Blaine stuttered embarrassed.

"I'd tell you not to beg, but you wouldn't be able to help yourself. You'd disobey me and I'd have to take you over my knees and spank your perky little cheeks until they were red and hot.

"Yes, Sir." Blaine agreed all to quickly. He imagined his cock swelling in between Kurt's legs as he'd lay there taking Kurt's spankings. How hard he'd have to try from rutting down into his lap. The way Kurt teased him, the way they'd played with and taunted each other, the way Kurt was talking right then had Blaine pumped full of endorphins. Kurt leaned forward and recanted

"Or you can be my good boy and tell me what you want me to do to you. I'm not gonna lie, spanking your cute ass sounds nice,"

He pushed his pelvis down hard onto Blaine's.

"But, I'd much rather deal with..."

He rocked more rhythmically.

"...getting you off."

He kissed Blaine on the lips then whispered in Blaine's other ear "My cock wants to play with your cock."

Blaine squeezed his eyes closed.

That was it, game over.

"Let me get rid of your underwear then, Sir."

He tried to move, but Kurt still had him pinned.

"Sure, you can do that."

Blaine nodded enthusiastically.

"But, Then what Blaine?"

Blaine's eyes meet Kurt's.

"Then dominate me."

They held each other's stare, both feeling hot and eager. Kurt released Blaine and sat up.

"Use your teeth Blaine."

He looked down at the boxers in question. Blaine stretched his neck from side to side, moved into a kneeling position in front of Kurt, then dipped in. He nuzzled into Kurt's stomach and licked above the waistband, shoved his tongue underneath it, then grabbed it with his teeth. He yanked it further down until the band stretched and gave. He worked at several different areas of his waistband to get them down evenly.

Blaine inhaled Kurt's scent, and he loved the manly smell. He hadn't been told to suck Kurt off. So, he sat back on his heals after Kurt's boxers pooled on the bed at his knees. Blaine didn't pull his eyes away from Kurt's heavy cock. It was long and of a very good size. This was the best look Blaine had gotten so far of Kurt's cock and of how attractive it really was. The skin was pulled taunt and the mushroom tip was the prettiest shade of pink. Their bodies faced each other and Blaine looked from Kurt's to his own cock. Both were standing tall, Kurt's being a little longer, but Blaine's was wider. Blaine thought they looked good together. Kurt had some light dusting of soft pubic hair. Blaine had none.

They had removed all of his pubic and most of his other body hair, by a powerful laser, at the Subhouse. Kurt flipped back on his butt and started pulling the briefs the rest of the way off his legs. Blaine chuckled as Kurt flung his legs in the air. Kurt rolled his eyes playfully then sat cross legged in front of Blaine. He taps his thighs with his hands a couple of times.

"come 'ere."

Blaine scooted forward and Kurt reached for one of his legs to help guide him into place. Kurt assisted Blaine in placing his legs on either side of him. Kurt pushed their bodies flush together and they rubbed their hands on each other's backs. They found each other's mouths and made out like that. When Kurt latched back onto his ear Blaine started begging again. Kurt lowered them to the bed climbing on top of Blaine. He fumbled for a small lube packet he'd tossed on the bed earlier. Blaine's eyes went wide and then snapped shut. He held them tightly this way for longer than Kurt was comfortable; Concluding without a word that Blaine was uneasy.

"Blaine, look here."

He obeyed.

"See us?" He motioned down to their cocks pressed together. Blaine looked and waited there watching.

"I'm just adding some lube here.."

He rubbed at the head of their cocks.

"And here.."

Kurt added more lube onto Blaine's shaft, rubbing him softly.

"And on me?..."

He handed him the rest of the lube packet. Blaine squeezed the remainder of Lube onto Kurt and rubbed it all down his shaft.

"Good job, Babe. That feels wonderful!." Kurt smiled and moved them flush together on the bed again and used his weight to rock into him. The lube helped the slide. Kurt's cock searched out Blaine's, placing itself right on top of it. Blaine became lost in the way Kurt was rocking and sliding flush against him. Kurt moaned into Blaine's ear.

"Yes, babe, ahh yeah, you feel so good."

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt. "So do you, Sir."

Kurt's head rubbed over Blaine's and Blaine felt a tingly warm sensation pool in his stomach. The feeling was to much to consider holding back, so he went with it and rocked up harder into Kurt and his hands took purchase on Kurts ass. He grabbed a hold and thrust him down onto his throbbing cock.

"So goood! You're making me feel so goood! Yes! Yes!" Blaine began to chant his extremely eager agreement in how Kurt's cock was rubbing up and down. "Yes! Yes!"

Kurt loved hearing him. It motivated him and reassured him he was doing things right by Blaine.

"You're a good boy, such a good boy for me."

Blaine moaned a sort of high pitched acknowledgment. Kurt felt Blaine shake from under him and pant more heavily.

"Cum for me, Blaine, anytime."

Blaine's grip tightened causing Kurts ass muscles to twitch in the best way possible.

"I love that, yes! Ah, ah, ah..."

Blaine cupped his hands a little lower on Kurt's cheeks and squeezed harder still. Kurt rested his head down on Blaine shoulder. They thrust with more fervor causing all the bed springs to sing in unison. Blaine's entire body tingled, he was so close to toppling over the edge, but was desperately trying to hang onto the pleasure. Kurt whined into Blaine's shoulder and his hand moved up into Blaines hair. Kurt took hold and pulled, probably harder than he meant to, and thrust, sliding his cock over Blaine's.

"I'm close, ah, so close, Blaine." Kurt panted and panted feeling that familiar feeling in his balls, his cock filled to the brim and Kurt bit down on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine's mind exploded with the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. Kurt's fingers tightened around Blaine's curls and he pulled. Hard.

Kurt spilled onto Blaine. His cum squirted out over his stomach.

"Ma-ah-aster!" Blaine panted out before joining Kurt in their release. He shook and thrust and clenched Kurt. Kurt kept riding him through it, bringing them down together. He didn't stop until they were both past sensitive. He didn't want the closeness of it all to end. He kissed Blaine's neck and shoulder and whispered how good he was in his ear.

Blaine hummed.

It was all he could muster.

His eyelids had fluttered closed and laid softly over his eyes. One would of thought he asleep except for his turned up lips and sweet smile that laid on his face. Kurt lifted up to watched. He smiled back at him, though Blaine couldn't see, then settled back down on top of him with his face tucked into his neck. Blaine listlessly wrapped a arm over Kurt and they both didn't move much more after that. Blaine's face relaxed and his smile slowly faded, but the feeling of joy and contentment grew in his heart as he laid there happily smooshed beneath Kurt, listening to him breath. His mind could barely keep up with all his new fortune. A fortune, that if it had been weighted out in gold would of bought anything anyone's heart wanted in the whole wide world.

Blaine only wanted Kurt.