Day 3: Fashion Has No Gender
Series: The 12 Kinks of Christmas
Kink: Crossdressing
Paring: Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2100+
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On the third day of Christmas, Blaine gave his one true love, three pieced lingerie.
Blaine was fidgeting on his bed, his fingers wringing together as he stared blankly at the small, red bag on his bed. It looked so wrong on his bed. He felt so awkward with it in his room. Today's present for Kurt definitely had his nerves frayed.
He pulls the bag closer to him by the soft, black rope handles. Inside with his presents was tacky tissue paper which Blaine removes quickly, feeling only slightly better. He checks his watch. An hour until he asked Kurt to arrive. With a soft sigh, Blaine stands up and heads to his bathroom. Time to prepare himself.
Fifty minutes later, Blaine is pacing his bedroom floor, all ready and anxious. His heart is beating unnaturally fast, his palms are sweaty and there's a dull ache in his head. He almost feels like calling the night off but then there's a knock at his door and his feet stop moving. He's rooted to the spot.
Show time.
He scurries into his bathroom and pokes his head out the door and yells, "Come in!" before shutting the door. He presses his ear up against the white painted wood as Kurt enters his room. He knows it's Kurt. Oh god, Blaine thinks. I can't do this.
"Blaine?" Kurt calls out and Blaine can feel his heart thudding all the way down in his toes.
"Gimme a minute!" Blaine answers and yes, he decides then and there, this was his worst idea.
He looks down at what he's wearing and bites his lip to stop a groan of annoyance. Fuck it. May as well keep going.
Blaine takes three deep breaths, calming his over-active heart and swallows down his nerves. He's a performer. He can do this. His still slightly damp hand turns the door knob slowly and opens the door. Kurt, who is sitting gingerly on the edge of his bed in his signature skinny jeans and tight, black button-up shirt, turns to look at him. His mouth falls open as his eyes drag down Blaine's body. Blaine hides his nausea and stalks forward, his hips swaying, his steps precise. He watches Kurt's eyes cloud with surprise and lust and his confidence increases. He raises his head higher and watches Kurt. He licks his lips and yes, Kurt looks very interested.
Well this makes everything much easier.
Blaine struts up to Kurt and poses in front of him. With his hand on his hip, Blaine bites his bottom lip and looks down at Kurt.
"I can't believe this," Kurt says completely breathless. He leans back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes never leaving Blaine's body. His breathing is rough and his cheeks are flushed.
"Fashion has no gender," Blaine replies softly and Kurt lets out a huff of laughter.
"I taught you that."
"You did," Blaine agrees, nodding. He runs his fingers of the black lace hem of his panties and stares at Kurt.
Kurt lifts his hand up from the bed and reaches out to touch, hesitating for only a second before Blaine tells him,
"I want you to touch me."
Then Kurt can't keep his hands off him. At first, his touches are light and unsure, but then he is rubbing his hands up and down Blaine's black stockings, fingering the garter. He pulls it back and bites his lip when he snaps it back and Blaine's moans. This is really too good to be true.
"How do they feel?" Kurt asks, gripping Blaine's ass through his panties and pulling him forward.
"Tight, revealing," Blaine says at first and Kurt's eyebrows turn in slightly so he quickly adds, "sexy."
"Sexy?" Kurt repeats and clears his throat. "Turn around for me."
Blaine turns slowly, balancing on the balls of his feet and twirls. Kurt's hands touch his hips lightly and he stops turning. His back is faced to Kurt and he knows that Kurt is staring at his ass. He runs his index finger over the hem of the panties and groans. It looks so fucking hot, the way the material hugs his ass cheeks. Kurt's hard already and fuck, so is Blaine. Kurt pulls on his hips and turns his around again. His cock is straining against the lace, and even though the lace is dark, he can see the damn spot from Blaine's pre come and holy fuck, Kurt whimpers at the sight.
He drags his finger down Blaine's cock through the underwear and Blaine lets out a low, body throbbing moan.
"I had - " Blaine swallows, his throat closing up as Kurt touches his cock again. He tries again. "I had a plan for tonight."
"Going to do a dance for me or something?" Kurt asks cheekily and waggles his eyebrows.
"Yes," is Blaine's reply as he strides over and drags his wooden desk chair to the centre of his floor. Kurt looks up with him, his face in a state of disbelief.
"You're going to give me a lap dance in women's lingerie?"
"Don't if you don't get up off that bed, I won't."
Kurt moves fast, ripping himself of the bed and sitting down and before he can cross his legs to hide his hard-on, Blaine puts a covered foot between his legs and forces them apart.
"Don't hide yourself," Blaine says and trails his hands over Kurt's chest as he circles the chair.
Kurt's hands are holding on to the base of his chair, his fingers curling into the wood. This is such a dream. The way Blaine parades around him, hips swaying and humming under his breath. His eyes are closed as he dances like a whore around Kurt.
Where the fuck did he learn how to dance like that? Kurt thinks, his mind in utter chaos.
The way Blaine curves his body, the way he seems in utter ecstasy as he dances around Kurt, the way he bends over like a fucking whore in front of Kurt makes him want to scream. This is not fucking fair. He can not have a boyfriend who puts on women's lingerie and gives him a fucking lap dance.
Blaine choses that moment to throw his legs over Kurt's lap and holds onto the back of the chair, grinding down on Kurt who bucks his hips up and throws his head back.
His hands fly to Blaine's waist and squeeze his bare skin. Blaine looks so fucking sexy he can't think straight. Blaine is acting so shameless. He is starting to sweat now and his chest is shiny and his hair is going curly.
"Blaineee," Kurt groans out and wants to die. The pure lust that fills the air and surrounds them both is ridiculous.
"Gonna suck you off, baby," Blaine whispers into Kurt's ear and then kisses his way down Kurt's neck before dropping down to his knee's between Kurt's spread legs.
Kurt threads his hands through Blaine's hair as he smothers his own face in Kurt's crotch and inhales.
"Smells so good," Blaine groans out, his voice low and husky. He looks up at Kurt through his eyelashes and licks his lips. It's only then that Kurt realises that Blaine is wearing eyeliner. Blaine is wearing make-up.
"Fuck you, Blaine!" Kurt whimpers and can't help but rock his hips up to Blaine's face.
"Not tonight," Blaine says and unzips Kurt's jeans. Blaine's mouth waters at the sight. Kurt's not wearing underwear. "Commando?"
"I thought they would be rather fruitless tonight," Kurt admits and Blaine wraps his hand around the base of his cock and pumps slowly.
Blaine doesn't reply, but merely lowers his mouth the the slit of Kurt's cock and tongues at the slit. Kurt shakes, his body spasming as Blaine runs his hot, wet tongue from the base of his cock to the tip before sinking his mouth down.
Kurt gives out a shout of unbridled pleasure and his fingers tighten in Blaine's hair. Blaine's mouth is damn skilled. He sucks Kurt deep, his tongue swirling around and hollows his cheek. Kurt is muttering all sorts of profanity and nonsense as Blaine continues to give him what is probably going to be the best blow job of his life. He can't even bare to look down. Blaine has his backside stick out and Kurt can see the way his panties are riding up into the crack of his ass and bloody hell, he's practically bare.
It should not be so attractive to see his boyfriend in underwear meant for women but Kurt can't help the heat that fills his body. Blaine just looks so fucking sexy the way he stares up at Kurt with his black-rimmed eyes and sucks Kurt for all he's worth. The noises that he's making whilst blowing Kurt are filthy and completely obscene but they just make Kurt harder.
Blaine is enjoying this. He can tell. He's moaning and whimpering around Kurt's cock every few seconds and whenever Kurt thrusts his hips up and his dick slides deeper down his throat he lets out a deep groan that shocks Kurt to his core.
He's so fucking close.
"Blainee," he whimpers again and tugs on Blaine's hair. Blaine pulls off Kurt and looks up at him and holy fuck someone get him some water because Blaine's lips are red, wet and swollen and his mouth is just hanging open. It's really not fucking fair that his boyfriend looks like a slut and an innocent virgin at the same time. "Thank you," he whispers and cups Blaine's face, his thumb rubbing over his cheek.
"Anything for you, Kurt," Blaine replies softly, a hint of a smile on his face. Their eyes stay locked for a second more before Blaine swallows Kurt's cock once more and makes him scream.
"So close," Kurt manages to stutter out and Blaine just bobs is head faster, his tongue tracing crazy patterns on his cock and it sends shivers of the utmost pleasure up his spine.
Blaine removes his mouth from Kurt's dick quickly.
"Stand up," he says and Kurt looks confused. "Just go with it."
With shaky legs, Kurt manages to stand and Blaine sucks the head of Kurt's cock in his mouth and the sight of him standing up fully clothed with just his cock out makes him look so utterly debauched. Blaine loves it. He sucks and bobs his head, never relenting in his quick pace until Kurt tugs on his hair and moans.
Blaine pulls off Kurt but continues to stroke his cock faster and faster in front of his face, his mouth open. Kurt's body quivers when he realises what Blaine is trying to do. He takes over, gripping his own cock with his right hand and keeping Blaine's head steady in his left.
"Oh fuck, Blaine, oh god, so good," Kurt strings out, his voice high, and breathless.
Blaine licks his lips and opens his mouth as he waits on his knees.
"Fuuuuuucccckkkk!" Kurt screams and whimpers pitifully as his hands strokes his cock firmly. He comes hard, his eyes clenched shut and his toes curling inside his boots. Pleasure rocks him from head to toe as he comes long and hard in hot, white spurts all over Blaine's face. He pumps himself through his orgasm and cries out again as he watches Blaine lick the come from his lips.
It's all over his face, his hair, and even dripping down his chin.
"Blaine, Blaine, Blaine," Kurt chants and takes his fingers through his come on Blaine's face. He collapses down in his chair and sighs happily. Total bliss. He rubs in his own come before bringing his fingers to his face and sucking on them.
Blaine lets out a strangled noise and digs his fingers into the carpet. Kurt lifts up a leg and pushes him onto his back. He leans down off his chair and climbs over Blaine. He fiddles with the black garters attached to his stockings and panties before turning his attention to Blaine's throbbing cock. He palms his hand down over his cock through the panties and it's an unusual feeling; lace against a cock.
Kurt licks his lips and pulls Blaine from his restraints. A cry of relief is heard from Blaine as Kurt strokes him quickly, his pre come adding as a lube. It is only a few strokes and seconds later before Blaine is coming all over his hands and chest.
Kurt continues to stroke him through his orgasm. He leans down and covers Blaine's mouth with his own, silencing his moans.
"I love you so much," Kurt whispers to him.
"I love you more."