TAGS: OFC, Cooper Anderson, Zoomsgiving, discussed homophobia, contract talk, face fucking, safeword use


Blaine woke up to his alarm the following morning. He had set his alarm earlier in the day just in case he and Kurt had another late night on the phone, and he was too tired and worn out to remember to set it. Blaine loved the Thanksgiving day parade and didn't want to miss a moment of it. He thought about texting Kurt but decided against it. It was almost 8:00 in NYC, and Blaine wasn't sure if Kurt was a morning person or not; he certainly didn't want to be on his bad side this early if he wasn't.

He got up out of bed and got dressed, humming "Your Song" the whole time. Since he wasn't going anywhere today, he just decided on yoga pants and a NYU hoodie. As he was fixing his coffee and turning on the TV, he heard his phone ding with an incoming text message.

From Mom (7:55): Good morning, kalapati! Are you ready to watch the parade together?

From Blaine (7:56): Good morning, Momma! I am. I'll call you here in just a second. My coffee is almost done brewing.

As Blaine got his computer set up, he thought about the day he was 10, and his mom told him about how he got his nickname.

"Momma?" Blaine asked. "I know kalapati means 'dove,' but why do you call me that?"

"Come sit with me," Liezel told her youngest son. Cooper was off at a friend's that day, so it was just her and Blaine at home. "What do you remember about your daddy before he left?"

"He was mad a lot," Blaine said without hesitation. "He yelled, but then he was always buying us nice things. It confused me."

"Your daddy did do all of those things," Liezel said. She had been prepared for this talk for a while and had already planned out what she wanted to say and how to say it. She never, ever wanted her kids to hate their father because of something she said. She wanted them to form their own opinions of him. "Blaine, your daddy made some really bad choices. When you're older, if you're still curious, I can tell you more about them, but for now, that's all you need to know. He would yell when he would get caught doing something he shouldn't, and then, as a way to make up for those bad choices, he would buy all of us things so we wouldn't be mad at him. After too long of it, I decided that it was best that we leave him before his bad choices got us hurt."

"I'm glad he never hurt us," Blaine said.

"He almost did just once," Liezel told him. She would wait to give him more details until he was older if he asked about it; now was not the time to tell him that his dad wanted to send him to a conversion camp when he came home and found him twirling around and singing to a Disney Princess special on TV. "I call you kalapati because I read once, when you were still in my belly, that a dove can symbolize a new beginning, new possibilities. After your brother, I wasn't sure if I could have any more babies, and then you came. Each and every day after you were born, you brought with you new beginnings. I wanted all of the possibilities in the world for you, and that's why I ultimately left your daddy. He didn't want those same possibilities for you, and I didn't think that was fair."

"So, it's my fault we left Daddy?" Blaine asked with tears in his eyes.

"No," Liezel said firmly. "There were so many other things that led up to it. That was just the very last thing. In a way, you saved us from all of the bad choices he was going to make if we stayed."

"I saved us?" Blaine asked.

"Yes, you did," Liezel told him and kissed his forehead. "I love you so much, my little kalapati."

"I love you, too, Momma," Blaine said. They spent the rest of the day watching Disney movies and singing at the top of their lungs until Cooper came home and joined in. That day was one of his favorite days of his childhood.

The coffee pot beeped and pulled him out of his reminiscing. He opened up his laptop and got it going while he poured himself some coffee and grabbed a lemon poppyseed muffin. When he got back to the sofa, he turned on the TV to the channel with the parade, logged into Zoom, and saw that his mom was there waiting for him.

"Hi, Momma!" Blaine said. "It's so good to see you, even if it's through a computer screen."

"Hello, my little kalapati," she said to him. "How have you been?"

"I've been really good actually," Blaine told her. "I'm glad this is my last year of school, and I'm really enjoying student teaching so far. The kids are really sweet, and you know how much I love teaching music; so, it's really not work at all. How are you?"

"You seem a lot happier than I've seen you in a while," she noticed. "Any reason for that?"

"Momma," Blaine blushed. "How can you always tell?"

"Kalapati," Liezel began, "you wear your emotions on your sleeves. You're positively radiating happiness. Anyone would be able to see it. However, I can tell there's even more than happiness there; there's excitement. So, what-or maybe it's a who-is the reason?"

"His name is Kurt," Blaine told her. She wasn't aware-or maybe she was and never said anything-of his submissive tendencies. How would one even begin to talk to their mother about something like that? "I met him the other night, and we just really clicked. I think he has the potential to be the one, Momma."

"You thought Ace was the one, too," Liezel replied.

"That was a high school romance, my first one, in fact," Blaine said. "I know now that there was nothing loving about the year I spent with him. You and Jenny helped me see that. You taught me what a loving relationship looks like, and she taught me how to listen to my Amy."

"Amy?" Liezel said. "I feel like you've told me what Amy is, but I'm not finding it this early in the morning."

"Amy the Amygdala," Blaine replied. "She pulls the fire alarm for the fight, flight, freeze, or fawn response. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah," Liezel said. "You really liked teaching me about her. When you listened to her, she would tell you if situations were dangerous or if people didn't 'feel' right. And if they didn't feel right, if you felt like you were in danger, you knew what to do because she was alerting you."

"Yep!" Blaine said to her. "And, Kurt does not give me that feeling at all. He makes me feel safe and comfortable to just be me."

"That's really great, Blaine," Liezel told him. She was genuinely happy for her youngest son. "Somehow, we're going to find a way for you and Cooper to both come home for Christmas. I don't care if I have to take out a loan from the bank; we're going to make it work. I miss both of you so much!"

"I miss you, too, Momma," Blaine replied. "Kurt actually offered to get me a plane ticket home yesterday, but I refused. It just didn't feel right."

"Does he have a lot of money?" Liezel asked.

"I honestly have no idea," Blaine told her. "He's a few years older than me, so I guess it could be possible. We only just met, so we don't really know all that much about each other. We're still in that stage."

"How much older?" she asked him.

"He's 35," Blaine told her without hesitation. "Which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't that much older if you think about it. And, he's really nice and seems to really care about me."

"You don't have to defend yourself to me, Blaine," Liezel said, raising her hands in defense. "I was just curious since you brought it up is all."

"Oh."

The two made small talk throughout the parade and through lunch, for which Cooper called in to join, even though it was more of a brunch instead of lunch since he was in California. Kurt had texted Blaine to tell him "Happy Thanksgiving" mid-morning, and the two exchanged a few texts back and forth. Each knew the other was spending time with family, so they didn't want to cut into that time too much but still wanted to have a connection throughout the day.

After Blaine, Cooper, and Liezel were done eating and before they got off of the call, Liezel dropped a bomb on them both.

"Boys, before we get off of the call, I have two things I need to talk with you about."

"Go ahead, Momma," Cooper said.

"Well, first off, I wanted to let you know I've met someone," she said with a wide smile. "His name is Andrew, and he's a doctor at the hospital I volunteer at. We've been dating for about four months, and it seems like he is the one because I got my soulmark the other day. I really wanted to tell you guys this in person, but it just didn't work out for us all to get together. I didn't want to wait until Christmas."

"Momma, that's great!" Blaine said excitedly. He had always hoped that his mom would find her soulmate after he'd learned that his dad was not him.

"When can we meet him?" Cooper asked. "Does he have his mark, too?"

"He does have his mark, and I am hoping you guys can meet him at Christmas," Liezel told them. She was so happy they were happy for her and had no idea why she was nervous to tell them. "Cooper, I was telling Blaine earlier that come hell or high water, we are having Christmas together."

"I'll make it work," Cooper told her.

"Me, too," Blaine said. Somehow, someway, he'd make it work.

"I can't wait," she told them both. "Now, I have something else I wanted to tell you. Again, I had hoped it could be in person. It's not something I want hanging over me until Christmas, though."

"Are you sick?" Blaine asked her, immediately going for the worst case scenario.

"No, kalapati," she said. "I'm not sick." Liezel took a deep breath and prepared herself to say what she needed to say. "Your father contacted me."

"No!" Cooper yelled without letting her say anything else. "Absolutely not! That piece of shit doesn't get to do anything in this family anymore."

"Cooper, please let me finish, and then, we can discuss it," she told him. She hated this; she really, really did. "He called and told me that he's been seeing a counselor and that he wants to apologize to both of you. He knows he was way out of line for everything he did to all of us, and he wants to make amends."

"Did he seem sincere this time?" Cooper asked. "This isn't the first time, Momma."

"I know," Liezel said. "I honestly have no idea if he's being sincere or not. He didn't seem any different, but I honestly don't know. I do know, however, that it is your choice whether or not you want to see or talk to him. I am just the messenger. I told him I got my soulmark, and I wasn't interested in seeing him but that I would pass the message along to the both of you."

"I don't want to see him," Cooper said. "However, Blaine, if you want to try, I will be there, right by your side."

"No," Blaine said with tears in his eyes as every single negative thing he'd ever heard or recalled about his dad played through his mind, especially the conversation his mom had with him about why they ultimately left. "Momma, please don't make me."

"Blaine," Liezel said, "nobody is going to make you do anything. I promise. This will always be your choice."

"Blainey," Cooper chimed in, "I won't ever let him hurt you. Ever. You don't ever have to see him."

Blaine closed his eyes and breathed. He could faintly hear his mother and brother taking deep breaths through the screen, exaggerating their sounds so that his brain would signal his body to match their breathing. When his head was finally calm and his breathing was back to normal, he opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered.

"You have no reason to apologize, kalapati," Liezel told him. "None at all. I really wish I wouldn't have had to tell you this way. I wanted to be able to tell him if he called me again that you both had been told and it was up to you if you wanted to see him. I love you both more than anything."

"I love you, too, Momma," Blaine and Cooper said at the same time.

They stayed on the call for a few more minutes before they all hung up and promised to be home for Christmas.

Blaine was a mess inside. He hadn't moved from the sofa since they ended the call, which was why, when his phone dinged to indicate a new text message, he jumped.

From Kurt (3:16): How are you?

From Blaine (3:17): Honestly, not good.

Blaine's phone immediately started ringing with a FaceTime from Kurt. He accepted it quickly, and when he saw himself in the upper right hand corner, he realized how much of a mess he looked.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked.

"Umm," Blaine started but couldn't speak.

"Blaine, baby, please tell me if you can," Kurt pleaded. If either one noticed the pet name, they didn't react to it. When Blaine still didn't answer, Kurt changed his tactics. Dominance. "Blaine, tell me if you are hurt."

"No, Kurt," Blaine replied softly. The small command helped to ease his inner turmoil very, very slightly.

"Did something happen during your talk with your mom?"

"Sort of, Kurt."

"What happened?" Kurt asked firmly, leaving no room for questions.

"My… um, my d-dad wants to see me," Blaine choked out. "I… I can't, Kurt."

"Where does your dad live?" Kurt asked, hoping like hell it was far away from Blaine.

"Florida," Blaine answered. "At least, um, at least that's where he lived the last I knew."

"I want you to get up and go check to make sure your doors are locked," Kurt instructed. "He's not going to hurt you, Blaine. I don't know what he's done to you before, but I will not let him hurt you. Nobody will ever hurt you, not while I'm around."

As soon as the command from Kurt came, Blaine got up and checked his lock as Kurt continued to talk. When he was done, Blaine told him it was locked and showed him just to be sure.

"Good boy," Kurt told him. "Here's what I want you to do. Is your sofa comfortable?"

"Yes, Kurt. It's super comfy," Blaine replied.

"I want you to go and get a blanket and pillow and take it to the sofa, but before you get comfy, I want you to put in your favorite movie," Kurt instructed. "Then, I want you to just relax and watch it. I have a few things I need to do here, so I can't stay on the phone with you. Keep it close to you, though, so that way, if you need me or I call you, it's right there."

"Yes, Kurt," Blaine said, letting the commands wash over him and ease his anxiety. He got his pillow, his blanket, and queued up the Harry Potter series on his DVR and got situated on the couch before Kurt would let them hang up.

Blaine must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew, he heard a knocking at his door. His mind was fuzzy from sleep and a little on edge from his morning. As he got up to the door, he looked through the peephole and was floored by who was standing out there.

He unlocked the door, opened it, and simply stared in amazement for a few seconds.

"Surprise," the person on the other side of the door said.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered and practically fell into his arms. "What are you going here?"

"You needed me," Kurt answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But, your family?" Blaine questioned, still very much shocked.

"They know this part of my life. I've never been very good at hiding things, especially from my dad. He knows that when I have someone to take care of, they are my priority. "

"And, he doesn't mind?"

"Can we go inside? Then, I will answer all of the questions you have," Kurt said.

"Oh shit," Blaine said when he realized they were still in the hallway. "Please, come in." After he closed the door, another thought hit him. "How did you know where I lived?"

"I may have called Mark," Kurt replied. "Please don't be upset. I could tell that you were going to fall asleep, and I didn't want to call or text and chance waking you up. So, I called Mark, told him that I wanted to surprise you, and asked if he could please tell me your address."

Once they sat down on the sofa, Blaine wrapped in his blanket and leaning against Kurt, Kurt continued to answer the question Blaine asked him in the hallway. "My dad, when I first talked with him about the lifestyle, was very confused and against the whole thing. All he had seen was what they portray in the movies about the lifestyle. So, he immediately started lecturing me, asking how could I do that to someone else. When he stopped ranting and actually let me speak, I told him what a D/s relationship really was. It's taken him some time to get there, but I think he really understands and can appreciate the level of trust and depth of emotions that goes into our relationships."

"That's really amazing," Blaine murmured. "Um, what time is it?"

"It's just about 7:00. Why?" Kurt asked as he ran his fingers through Blaine's hair, scratching his scalp with each stroke.

"I'm hungry," Blaine replied. "But I can eat later; right now, I just want to snuggle while you are here. Unless…" Can I ask that of him? Is it too soon? I really don't want sex tonight. Is that all this relationship is?

"Unless what, Blaine?" Kurt asked firmly.

"Honesty," Blaine whispered. "I was going to say, 'Unless you wanted to stay the night with me.' But then, I started to wonder if it was okay for me to ask you that or if it was too soon. And then, I was thinking that I didn't want sex tonight and that led to wondering if that's what kind of a relationship we were going to have, a purely sexual one."

Kurt kissed Blaine gently on the lips and whispered, "Good boy," against them. "Thank you for being honest with me. How about this? I would like nothing more than to stay here with you tonight. And since we have some free time, we can talk about what kind of relationship we'd like to have and where we'd like to see it go."

"I'd really like that, Kurt," Blaine said with a smile. "I think that would really help me worry a little less about if I'm doing or saying something that might be wrong. I like rules, and I just don't know what the rules are in this kind of relationship."

"Then, I'll stay," Kurt replied and sealed it with another kiss, this one a little more deep than the last. "When does Mark get back?"

"Sunday afternoon," Blaine replied.

"Okay," Kurt said. "Shall we order some food for supper and then talk? I don't know about you, but I am not in the mood to cook anything right now."

"Me either," Blaine agreed. "There's a really great Thai place just down the street that's open today. That's originally what I was going to have for supper. They have a phenomenal Pad Panang if you like curry."

"Do you have a menu?"

"Yeah, let me go grab it for you," Blaine said and went to get the menu.

In the end, Blaine ordered the Pad Panang, Kurt got the Pad Cashew, and they split an order of crab rangoon and chicken wontons. Kurt talked about his time home with his family, and Blaine talked about his Zoomsgiving with his mom and how she finally met her soulmate.

After they ate and were settled on the couch with a notebook and a pen, Kurt started talking.

"Are you feeling up to talking?" Kurt asked. "I can tell that not knowing what we are or how we define things is causing you a lot of anxiety. That's something that has been a common, but not definitive, characteristic of a lot of subs I've met. They've all struggled with some form of anxiety. The rules and boundaries of a D/s relationship can help with that."

"Just hearing that eases some of those worries," Blaine replied. "I think, um..." Blaine closed his eyes and listened to his body and what it was trying to tell him. "I would like to have rules and guidelines. It's one of the things I like best about being a teacher. I know what is expected of me and how things each day are supposed to go. In relationships, though, that's not the 'normal' rule. I mean, yeah, don't cheat, but what about everything else? It's all so confusing and one of the biggest reasons why I haven't been in one in so many years."

"The first question I need to ask you is this," Kurt began. "After reading through the links I sent you, does this seem like the kind of relationship you'd like to enter into?"

"Yes, Kurt," Blaine said without hesitation. "I feel like it's what I need. Not only that, I've really enjoyed it so far, just the little bit we've done. I want to continue with you if, um, if you want me."

Kurt's eyes sparkled with happiness. "I would like that very much, Blaine." He leaned down and kissed Blaine thoroughly. When he pulled away, Blaine whimpered. "Patience, aking prinsipe."

Blaine gasped at the name.

"Is that a good gasp or a bad one? If you don't like it, I can find something else," Kurt said, hoping he hadn't misread the previous signs. He had really hoped that, by finding a pet name that would go along with Blaine's safewords, would be something he'd be happy about.

"Can I call you 'aking Hari'?" he asked by way of answer.

"What does that mean?"

"Well, if I'm your 'prince,' you should be 'my king,'" Blaine said with a blush.

"I love them," Kurt said and wrote down their pet names.

"So, should we start with rules?" Kurt asked.

"Please, aking Hari," Blaine replied.

Kurt kissed him chastely before they continued. "I think the first rule should be around honesty and communication. I always want us to be honest with each other. As you've said before, it's really the only way this type of relationship will work. That includes using safewords when needed. I will use your safewords to make everything easy. So, if there's ever a time that I feel warrants them, I can use them just as easily as you can."

"Um..." Blaine said and then stopped.

"You can always ask me anything, aking prinsipe," Kurt said.

"What if you ask me something, and I need some time to think about it?" Blaine said, hoping Kurt remembered their previous conversation about needing some extra time every once in a while to process through things.

"If you truly need time, you can have it," Kurt replied. "You know that I'm good at reading people. So, how about this: if I get the sense that you're stalling and not needing the time, I will call you out on it? However, if you really need the time, can we use a word for that? Sort of akin to a safeword but not a safeword."

"I like that idea," Blaine said. "I don't ever want to lie to you; plus, I've been told I'm pretty horrible at it, so that's a plus for you. And, I like the idea of a word if I need some time to think. What if we just used 'oras?' It means time."

"Good boy, aking prinsipe," Kurt said and kissed Blaine for several moments. He then wrote what they had discussed on the notebook paper before talking about the next thing. "The next rule I want to talk about is that, if I give a command, I expect it to be followed as soon as possible. I know that there are going to be times when it might take a little bit to follow it, and that's okay. Next to honesty and communication is trust. I am going to trust that you are doing what I'm asking you to do until you give me a reason not to."

"That makes sense," Blaine said. "And, I can safeword if it's a command I am not okay with, right?"

"Yes," Kurt said and rewarded him with a kiss to the forehead. "I am going to mess up from time to time. I'm human, and I want us to have patience with each other while we learn about each other. I will, however, always learn from my mistakes and not repeat the same one again if I can help it. I might misread cues and give you a command you're not comfortable with. You will never, ever be punished for using a safeword."

"But I might be punished for other things," Blaine stated. He didn't question it and knew that Kurt wouldn't let him get away with breaking rules.

"Yes," Kurt answered. "We can talk about those when we're done with the rules, aking prinsipe."

"Yes, aking Hari," Blaine replied. "So, the rules are honesty, use my safewords, follow commands, and have patience. What else?"

"I want you to stay healthy and safe always," Kurt said. "I want you to eat regular meals and not participate in unnecessarily dangerous behaviors."

"My idea of dangerous is watching a scary show on Netflix," Blaine joked. "That won't be a problem. I like to take care of my body and already eat healthily. Well, when I've had an overly emotional day like today, I tend to splurge a little. But that's not a typical thing for me. I like to cook, so even eating out is a treat."

"Me, too. Next, I want to talk about how we present ourselves in public," Kurt said. "This isn't a rule, per se, but it is important. This lifestyle isn't for everyone, and there is a lot of negative stigma placed on it. If it gets out that I'm a Dom, I'll deal with it, but it's not something I'd like to happen. I can imagine you want the same because of your work?"

"Yes, please," Blaine replied. "I'm not sure how I would handle this getting out. Not well, I'm sure. So, would we be, like, boyfriends then?"

"Precisely," Kurt said. "And, we can find a balance that works for us when we're in private, too. If you need me to be more of a boyfriend from time to time instead of a Dom, I can do that. If you want me to be a Dom all of the time, even subtly in public, I can do that, too. I promise to be whatever you need me to be, aking prinsipe. And if I can't be, I will work like hell to find someone who can."

"Who would be better than you?" Blaine asked, not really wanting to think about it but knowing that Kurt wouldn't have brought it up if it wasn't something important.

"Your soulmate," Kurt replied. "If you meet your soulmate, they will be able to give you everything you need."

"What if you end up being my soulmate?" Blaine asked.

"Then, I guess you'd be stuck with me," Kurt said with a laugh.

"Mmm," Blaine hummed. That feels about right.

"The last thing that I wanted to talk about is that, more than anything, I want you to be yourself around me," Kurt said. "I want this relationship to broaden your horizons and make you fly higher than you've ever even dreamed of."

"I'd like that, too, for both of us," Blaine whispered. He fidgeted for a moment before asking, "Punishments now?"

"Punishments," Kurt repeated. "What do you think are fair punishments?"

"Hmmm," Blaine thought. He looked at the sheet of paper with their rules and started talking. "I guess it would depend on what rule I broke. When I was looking online at the links you sent me, there were some really scary-looking punishments. I don't think I'd like to be in a cage or have anything restricted for long at all. Those sort of terrify me. But, um, the ones I feel like I'd be okay with would be corner time, loss of privileges or restrictions, writing lines, a, um, s-spanking, and... Well, you didn't specifically make this rule yet, but I'm guessing it's coming. Ha! Um, if I cum without permission, having some sort of chastity might be okay as long as it's not for too long."

Kurt dove in with the most passionate kiss they'd shared since he had shown up at Blaine's door. It left them both panting and half-hard. "Aking prinsipe, those are excellent punishments. I don't like the idea of cages at all, so you don't have to worry about that at all. If I ever put you into any kind of bondage, we will discuss it at length, and it will only be for playtime. And, the thought of you in a cock cage is so fucking hot... I almost hope you do cum without permission just so I can lock you up."

Blaine whined. "Please… I don't-I don't know what I want, but...just...please."

"Almost, aking prinsipe," Kurt said. "We have rewards to talk about, and then, we'll see what happens. Any ideas?"

"I like it when you call me your prince," Blaine said. "It makes me feel like I matter and that I'm safe with you. I like it when you run your fingers through my hair. And, I really like cuddles."

"Mmmm," Kurt hummed. "I like all of those things, too. Okay, I will draw us up a contract, and then, we can both sign it when it's done."

They kissed for several minutes until they were both fully hard and breathless before Kurt asked, "For being such a good boy, you can choose anything you want to do tonight."

"Can I suck you and then you rim me?" Blaine asked.

"You really liked that, didn't you?" Kurt asked with a grin.

"Yes, aking Hari," Blaine panted. "I loved it."

"Lead me to your room," Kurt commanded.

Blaine got up, grabbed Kurt's hand, and practically dragged him to his bedroom. When they got in there, Blaine realized he had left the stimulator and lube on his nightstand after he'd cleaned it that morning. When he looked at Kurt, he noticed that he had seen it, too.

"That can be a possibility, too, if you want, aking Hari."

"We'll see where it leads," Kurt said. "Now, last time we were together together, you got to cum three times before I did, so I'm going to cum first tonight. And if you cum before I tell you you can, you're going to get a spanking. Understand, aking prinsipe?"

"Yes, aking Hari," Blaine whimpered. "May I undress you?"

"You may," Kurt replied.

Blaine took his time undressing Kurt, kissing his toned, perfect skin the whole time. He whined when he finally got Kurt out of his last article of clothing, and his very hard cock was standing up. Kurt got onto the bed and laid down, crooking his finger at Blaine to join him.

"Suck me," Kurt growled.

Not needing to be told twice, Blaine got to work. He started by simply licking up and down Kurt's dick, making sure to get it nice and slicked up, moaning each and every time his tongue came into contact with a barbell. When it was sufficiently wet, Blained took the head in his mouth and sucked, eliciting a loud groan from Kurt's mouth.

"Fuuuucccckkkk," Kurt groaned. "Aking prinsipe, that feels fucking amazing."

Blaine used his tongue to dip into the leaking slit before sucking again. With the next moan from Kurt, he started to move up and down his cock slowly, taking more and more each time he went down. He still could only get about half way down, but it was a barbell further than last time. What he couldn't get into his mouth, he pumped with his hand. He could tell that Kurt was restraining himself from fucking up into his mouth, and he popped off for a moment.

"You can fuck my mouth, aking Hari," Blaine offered shyly. "I trust you."

"Kneel on the floor," Kurt commanded. He wanted a little more control than what he would have if they had stayed in their current positions. Kurt made sure Blaine had something under his knees and then stood in front of him. "Since you won't be able to safeword, I want your hands on my hips for now. If you need to dilaw or pula, move them down and squeeze my thigh. Show me." Blaine did, and lust filled Kurt's eyes.

"Lips back on my dick, and open your throat, aking prinsipe," Kurt snarled.

Kurt took over from there, slowly moving his hips in and out of Blaine's eager and waiting mouth. He laced his fingers through Blaine's curls, loving how the whimpers Blaine was emitting felt around him.

Blaine was gripping Kurt's hips, loving the fact that not only was Kurt his Dom but that his Dom was using him for his pleasure for the first time. At that thought, Blaine moaned at how good, right, and perfect this all felt.

"Blaine," Kurt grunted. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard down your throat."

Hearing Kurt so wrecked made Blaine unbelievably hard and so close to orgasm it wasn't funny. It was taking all of his willpower now to not cum as he pulled out all of the tricks he knew to get Kurt to cum right fucking now. He did not want a punishment with their first actual act as a couple.

Thankfully, everything Blaine was doing worked all at once for Kurt, and he came with a shout, yelling Blaine's name. Blaine swallowed everything Kurt gave him, licking his now spent cock to make sure he didn't miss a single drop then resting his cheek on Kurt's hip.

"Mmm," Kurt said once he was far enough down from his high that he could think. "Lay on your back on the bed, aking prinsipe."

"So, here's what we're going to do," Kurt said. "I'm going to lick this gorgeous ass open, and then, I'm going to use your new toy on you until you're screaming my name."

"Oh, god. Yes, please, aking Hari," Blaine keened.

"Remember, don't cum without until I tell you to," Kurt told him. "Hold your legs up and open for me, aking prinsipe."

As soon as Blaine was holding himself open, Kurt wasted no time diving in. He was making long, wide passes with his tongue. Every few licks, he'd kiss Blaine's hole and blow air over the spit-slick areas. Each time this happened, Blaine would shiver and mewl. When Kurt finally, finally started licking into Blaine's hole, he moaned at the taste.

"You taste phenomenal," Kurt said. "You have no idea how amazing you taste to me, aking prinsipe."

"Please," Blaine begged.

"Please what?" Kurt asked as he continued to lick and suck and dip in and out of Blaine.

"Please can I cum?"

Kurt leaned up and made sure that Blaine was making eye contact with him before he said, "No." He then leaned back down and started to work his tongue in and out of Blaine's ass with a renewed vigor.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Blaine chanted. He knew that all it would take was one brush over his prostate or one touch to his cock, and he'd be earning his first punishment. Then, something hit him. "Dilaw," he choked out.

Kurt immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at Blaine, worried about what had made his sub just safeword during their first scene together. "What's wrong?"

Blaine was doing his deep breathing, trying to calm himself down. When he was able to, he opened his eyes and looked into Kurt's eyes. "I'm sorry, aking Hari. I was just so close to breaking one of your rules, and I didn't want to. I tried to make it less intense, but I just couldn't."

"What do you mean, aking prinsipe?"

"I was so close to cumming," Blaine replied. "I'm sorry."

"That's what a safeword is there for," Kurt told him. "I'm glad you remembered and used it. I really would have hated to punish you tonight." With that, Kurt kissed Blaine on the lips, enjoying the moans as Blaine tasted himself on Kurt's tongue. "Let me know when you're ready."

Blaine took a few more minutes to breathe and calm his mind. When he was feeling better, he looked into Kurt's eyes and said, "Berde, aking Hari."

Instead of moving back down, Kurt reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the stimulator and lube. He gave Blaine enough time to safeword if he didn't want it. Seeing there was no hesitance or reluctance in his eyes, Kurt lubed up the toy and slowly inserted it into Blaine's eager hole.

"Aking prinsipe, you're swallowing this," Kurt rasped out. "You really like it, don't you?"

"Soooo much," Blaine moaned. "Please, please, please."

"Soon," Kurt whispered. "I promise." Once the toy was situated inside Blaine, Kurt spoke once more before turning it on. "I'm going to turn this on low and then suck your beautiful cock. I want you to count to 20, out loud, and then, you can cum anytime after that. If you make it to 30, there will be an extra special reward."

"Yes, aking Hari," Blaine said.

Kurt turned the stimulator on and started licking up Blaine's cock as he started to count.

"One, two...three...four, five," Blaine panted out as his cock touched the back of Kurt's throat with each number he uttered.

"Six… ahhhh… seven. Fuck… eight, nine… FUCK! T-ten," Blaine shouted. "Sooooo fucking good," he growled, teeth clenched together, trying not to explode just yet. Counting was definitely helping, but Kurt's mouth was sinful; it was getting harder and harder to hold off.

"E-el-eleven," Blaine panted. "Twel-twelve. Shit. Thirteen… nnngggg… fourteen. Oh. My. God. Fi-fi-fifteen..." Blaine choked out.

"Please," he whined. "Sixteen, seven-t-teen... Eigh-eigh-t-teen, niiiineteen… TWENTY!" Blaine screeched, still not cumming just yet.

"Mmmmm," Kurt hummed, knowing that his prince was going for the extra special reward. He's going to fly so fucking high tonight!

"Twent-t-t-y-one, twenty-two... Holy fuck! Twen-twen-twenty-threeeee, aaahhhhh… fuck… twenty-f-f-four. Shit! Twenty-twenty-five," Blaine gritted through his teeth.

Kurt flicked the stimulator up to the medium setting and sucked Blaine harder than he'd ever sucked anyone in their life. Come on, my prince. Fly.

"Hari, Hari, Hari," Blaine chanted. "I'm gonna… gonna... Twenty-si-six, twen-twenty-se-seven... Son of a bitch! Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, THIRTY! HRNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"

Blaine flew. He no longer had access to any of his senses but Kurt's mouth on his dick and the otherworldly feeling of lightness. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, his body light as a feather, and his whole being felt like it was wrapped in what he could only describe as pure and utter safety and happiness.

It took him several minutes to fully come back to consciousness. When he was able to, he heard Kurt next to him, whispering sweet words of adoration and praise, and he felt himself cradled in those arms he was beginning to associate with protection and safety.

"Mmmmm," Blaine hummed as he opened his eyes and saw Kurt's beautiful blues staring back at him. "Hi," he whispered.

Kurt leaned down to kiss him gently on the lips, whispering his own "Hi" into Blaine's lips. "How are you feeling?"

"Best I've ever felt in my life, aking Hari," Blaine told him with a serene smile on his face. "'Mmm sleepy."

"Rest, aking prinsipe," Kurt said and kissed his lips once more. "You were so beautiful tonight, Blaine. Thank you for allowing me to be this for you."

"Thank you, aking Hari," Blaine murmured and then drifted off to sleep, having the very best dreams of Kurt's name appearing on his skin.