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Blaine hung on to Kurt like a spider monkey. He was settled in Kurt's clothed lap, contrasting his very naked one. After about halfway through Blaine's spankings Kurt had helped Blaine's briefs fall to the ground to join his pants that had pooled there after Kurt had pulled them down Blaine's legs. Kurt held Blaine allowing the wet heat of Blaine's tears fall onto his shirt. Kurt gained his composure quicker than Blaine had to have only lost it moments later when his attention was drawn to Blaine's straining cock. There it was, red and hard and standing tall in Blaine's lap, whose lap was slotted on his own. Kurt's cock jumped in response from underneath Blaine's bare cheeks. Blaine had his face buried in Kurt's neck, sniffling softly but coming to terms with the fact that Kurt had just set everything right again. Kurt had shown, with no question, the certainty that he was more than up to the task of being Blaine's Dom. He had stepped in when Blaine had gotten himself so out of control, overstepped so completely, he almost fell off the edge of the universe as he knew it. He was so thankful to Kurt that he had grabbed ahold of him and brought him back down earth, one tantalizing spank at a time. Blaine's mind had been readjusted and his thoughts now clear.

"I'm sorry, Master." Blaine shuttered in Kurt's arms as he recalled himself yelling at Kurt and using his Master's given name disrespectfully.

Kurt hugged him tighter, acknowledging Blaine's apology. Kurt didn't tell Blaine that it was okay though, instead he told him "I forgive you." Kurt knew they'd have more work to do and deeper discussions to come, but for now he let the discipline he rendered sink in.

Blaine's ass cheeks were hot on Kurt's lap seeping through the layers of fabric and the reminder made Kurt's lips turn up slightly. Blaine was back where he was supposed to be and they each knew the other felt it too. After Kurt told Blaine he forgave him Blaine picked up on a silent 'but' looming between them. Blaine knew it was his fault and that he'd need to fix his mistake. He was ashamed of himself for ever doubting Kurt, the worst part being he had been so disrespectful. Even though Kurt had offered Blaine, early on, the choice of calling Kurt by his given name they both knew that the tone Blaine had used and the spiteful way he had spat his name at him was far from what Kurt had given his permission for. Kurt could almost feel Blaine's wheels turning in his mind with things left unsaid when Blaine thanked Kurt. He gave him a minute more to see if Blaine might link more words together. When he did not Kurt adjusted them so they were looking right into each other's eyes and commanded Blaine to tell him what he needed. He inwardly congratulated himself on his self control, having not rutted himself up into Blaine's butt that was just right there! He did falter some by allowing his mouth to salivate at the sight of Blaine's glistening head, moist with precome. And just like that Blaine was moving off of him, but to Kurt's great relief the absence didn't last long before Blaine was once again laying himself down over Kurt's lap, slotting his hardness between Kurt's legs and presenting his hot pink butt cheeks to his Dom. Kurt gulped and this time he did buck up into Blaine.

The anticipation Blaine felt when Kurt softly rubbed over his backside could have brought Baine to orgasm right then. Kurt stilled though and asked Blaine again what he needed. Kurt wanted to hear Blaine ask him for it.

"Please, Sir.."

"Tell me, Blaine." He torturously kept ramrod still, awaiting Blaine's beg of him.

"Teach me to never talk to you like that again." Unlike Kurt, Blaine did move. He lifted himself up, spreading his legs wider when doing so and rubbed his shaft downward into Kurt's lap once again.

"Ohhhh, fuck.." Kurt's hips bucked up under no control of his own. And he gave Blaine what he asked for. He landed his splayed hand on Blaine's abused cheeks. The angle of the affronted blow caused two of Kurt's fingers to land deliciously in between Blaine's cheeks. He let them rest there, feeling the tight heat under him.

"Who's your Master, Blaine?" Kurt asked - it coming out louder than even he was prepared for.

Blaine immediately answered. "You! You are, Master!"

"That's right." Spanking him over the seat of both his sensitive cheeks. Then he ran his index finger slowly up Blaine's crack teasingly, applying only a hint of pressure and a brush to his hole.

Blaine was so achingly hard, because of Kurt, and the dominance of it all. He tried to push himself up into the too fleeting brush of Kurt's finger, but Kurt held him down. "Uh, uh, uh." Kurt scolded.

Blaine's mind almost burst open then, spewing all his desires about the floor for Kurt to see. No matter, Blaine figured because he never felt better than being laid out bare before Kurt. Because he trusted Kurt.

"You will never use my name in any kind of derogatory way ever again." The blow landed hard on Blaine's tense cheeks.

"Yes, Sir." Blaine let the stinging assault settle into him, assuring he was learning his lesson his Master was teaching him.

"Any derogatory names or disrespectful tones will not be allowed." Kurt laid down the law with an accompanied swat to the reddest part of Blaine's plump butt.

Blaine bounced in Kurt's lap and he was sure Kurt could feel the healthy amount of precome he had secreted onto Kurt's pants. The thought of Kurt feeling it beneath him caused him to moan with want.

"Gawd, look at you Blaine. You're so beautiful like this. Such a good boy."

Kurt gave Blaine a minute then warned him he had two more coming.

Blaine nodded and laid pliant under Kurt's hand. Kurt took no time landing both strikes, back to back, and Blaine moaned out "Yes, Master...Kurt...Sir.." as if it were all one great word. He bucked up into the warm sting of Kurt's hand and Kurt allowed it. He stared at his gorgeous sub on the heals of hearing Blaine call out and Kurt then took what was his. Kurt removed his hand from Blaine briefly to shove his fingers into his mouth. Blaine took them eagerly and swirled his tongue over the tips of each of them. Kurt pushed further, wetting all three of his fingers with Blaine's mouth. Their breathings were ragged and the intensity of every touch and sound engulfed them. Kurt's cock rocked up onto Blaine's. The sheer intimacy of Blaine laying out before Kurt with his fingers in his mouth had Kurt tingling hot. He had to feel inside of Blaine. Where Kurt had assaulted he now had to soothe. He became single minded in his pursuit of Blaine's ass. He praised Blaine again because he couldn't not while looking down at him, completely offered up. Kurt growled. He actually growled when he slipped his first finger into Blaine's tight heat. Kurt watched in amazement as it slid into him and then slowly out again. At the absence of his finger Blaine begged "Master, please. Gawd, please Kurt." The way Blaine said his name had Kurt very interested in hearing Blaine scream it next. Kurt spit in hand and used it to further wet his fingers before bringing them back to Blaine's hole. He took little time from using one to two fingers. He would bury them in and pull them back out. Blaine began to rock back on them and Kurt allowed that too. They worked up a routine consisting of a roll of their hips, twistings of Kurt's wrist, and the rocking back snd forth rhythm of Blaine on Kurt's fingers. They were both hot with desire and Kurt's sweat began to drip onto Blaine's back from all the physical effort he was exuding. Without warning he pulled his fingers from Blaine knowing Blaine would beg for their return. And when he did he pushed not just two but three of his fingers inside of Blaine curling them just right onto the bundle of nerves. Blaine screamed in combined surprise and pure Ecstasy.

"Kuuuurrrt!!"

Kurt felt white hot. He thought he'd have to crawl out from underneath his own skin if he didn't get to cum soon. But, first his Sub. - "Cum, Blaine." He told him as he thrashed about, impaled onto Kurt's crooked fingers. Kurt rubbed and pushed and curled his fingers just so. Kurt felt Blaine's cock pulsate in his lap. Blaine's entire body was in favor of Kurt's ministrations. Then Blaine let go and was washed away in ecstasy, unable to do anything more, but FEEL.

During his afterglow, That Kurt very unselfishly allowed Blaine, he pulled his fingers from him. Blaine whined at the loss. Kurt smiled triumphantly and patted his subs butt, earning him a slightly higher pitched whine from Blaine. Kurt had been straining in his pants for far to long and there was a literal ache in his balls. He moved from underneath Blaine trying to eliminate the ache, if for only a moment. His sub laid across his lap like a warm weighted blanket that settled into each of his angles and curves.

"Blaine..." Kurt called him back to him. Kurt needed him. Blaine was responsive to his Dom's call, full awareness returning to him. It took a minute, maybe just a little bit more for Blaine's brain to send coherent messages to his muscles. When he did move his body poured off of Kurt into a puddle on the floor. His moves were so fluid that Kurt opened his legs to allow for Blaine to flow in between. Blaine's knees bent beneath him effortlessly. Kurt's breath hitched as Blaine looked up at him through his thick dark lashes. It was a silent offering of his services to Kurt. Kurt didn't think it could get any hotter but his skin spiked by several degrees and he kept his eyes locked with Blaine's. He used both his hands to work quickly at the button of his pants and the zipper of his fly. Blaine's pupils dilated, catching the action through his peripherals, but he never took his eyes off of Kurt's. When he pulled down all he could while still in a sitting position, he commanded Blaine to do the rest as he lifted up to give him room to work. Blaine pulled his clothes down Kurt's legs with reverence. He drug his hands down Kurt's legs along with both articles of clothing. He discarded them off to the side. Still moving fluidly calm, he gracefully settled himself back in between Kurt's legs. He looked expectantly up and Kurt knew Blaine had to be the most beautiful boy in the world at that moment.

"You are so perfect for me, sweetheart." Kurt took Blaine's face in his hands and effortlessly guided Blaine forward. He slid his thumb into the corner of Blaine's mouth. Blaine parted his lips and Kurt pushed in deeper opening Blaine's mouth wider and pulling him over the head of his cock. He slid his thumb to Blaine's side of his mouth and pulled him down guiding Blaine onto his cock. Blaine sunk down on him snd Kurt's hands flew to the back of Blaine's head, entangling with his curls there. Blaine went to work on Kurt's cock giving him what he needed. Blaine worked over him as expertly as he had that first time in the rest park. Kurt three his head back when Blaine shoved both his hands under Kurt's ass and lifted him off the couch and up as Blaine bent over and swallowed him down. The noises Kurt made should have brought about embarrassment. They were so wonton, so needy, so loud! Blaine left one hand under Kurt and wrapped his other around his base and he worked him over this way til Kurt spurt into Blaine mouth, shaking all over and calling out "Bla..." He couldn't get his lips to function further, unable to finish the Pronunciation of his name. Every bit of his ability to function left Kurt save the ability to fuck his hips up and release into his Sub's hot mouth. Blaine kept swallowing around him until he had to yank away. He sucked in a lungs full of air then spat and choked. Kurt became immediately alarmed and bent forward, ripped from his afterglow, and helped his Sub.

"Oh my Gawd, Blaine! I'm so sorry. I...I... didn't mean to.. I should of warned you- are you ok?" Kurt rambled while lightly patting Blaine's back as he continued to cough. His euphoria was replaced with worry. "I'm going to get you some water." Blaine managed a look and a nod his agreement through coughs.

When Kurt returned with a cold water Blaine drank it down in large gulps. Kurt could only stare and hope it would squelch Blaine's coughs.

"Hot!" Blaine choked out.

Kurt deadpanned, tilting his head, trying to decode the meaning of Blaine's one word expletive.

"Burned." Blaine tried again, running his hand down his throat.

Kurt watched him and allowed himself a little relief in seeing that Blaine's coughing had subsided mostly. He took the cup from Blaine and quickly brought it back refilled with fresh cold water which he added ice to this time.

He helped Blaine up next to him on the couch and made him swallow down the ice cold drink. After the glass was empty he stared at Blaine for further confirmation that he was going to be all right. "Better?" He asked.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Blaine rasped out. It sounded as if he'd lost his voice to laryngitis. He cleared his throat and snuggled his face into Kurt's neck for comfort but pulled back after a moment to lift his hand to Kurt's forehead. "You're still hot." Blaine pointed out in a whisper.

Kurt then caught on. Blaine had been saying it was him, and the part of him that shot down Blaine's throat, that he had complained was burning hot. Kurt had been so debauched he hadn't noticed his body temperature spiking. But, he didn't feel sick. Quite the contrary. Kurt felt amazing, the pinnacle of physical health. He was rather warm as he ran his hand over his face, but he was far more concerned about Blaine then himself.

As if Blaine knew Kurt would be berating himself he assured Kurt he and his throat were feeling a little better and that he'd be alright. Kurt stuck close to Blaine to be sure. He told Blaine to rest his throat by not talking for awhile and he had him take some aspirin and finish off another talk glass of ice water. It took around an hour before Blaine felt Kurt cooled enough to hold him close once again. Kurt had flipped on the TV to a nature Channel. They both laid together saying nothing but questioning a lot about what in the world happened. How does something even occur? Kurt ran his hand through Blaine's curls and would occasionally rub ever so softly over Blaine's collar and down his throat. It was another silent apology for causing him pain. Blaine stayed obedient to Kurt's command to still his tongue. He hoped the appreciation he felt for Kurt could be seen through his eyes as he stared up at his Dom every time he'd rub over Blaine's skin. Kurt did see, and he felt, and he knew and he promised them he'd figure out what happened. He'd search for an answer as to why his physiology seemed to be on the fritz. He'd dig until he'd find what he needed to know. He silently vowed to Blaine that he would learn all this and more to become the best Master, Dom, protector,( boyfriend?) he could be for Blaine. His temperature must of normalized because he felt the chill in the air and Blaine had snuggled in closer, head in Kurt's lap. Kurt pulled the couch throw over them and watched over his Sub as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Sleep wouldn't come for Kurt for hours later.