Day 5: Kisses So Sweet
Series: The 12 Kinks of Christmas
Kink: Possession/Marking
Paring: Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1500+
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On the fifth day of Christmas, Blaine gave his one true love, five red bruises.
Kurt wakes with Blaine's lips on his neck, sucking softly.
"Blaine?" Kurt mumbles, and Blaine pulls him closer, his arm wrapping tighter around his stomach and nuzzles at his neck.
"I love you," Blaine says softly and nibbles at the red mark he's already made on Kurt's neck. Kurt suddenly feels like crying. Blaine's voice seems so vulnerable and the way Blaine clutches at him makes his heart twist.
Kurt turns and looks at his boyfriend. He puts both hands on each side of his face and lifts his head so that he can look at Blaine properly. "What happened? I know something is wrong." Blaine shrugs and his hand plays with one of Kurt's nipples. "Stop that, Blaine. Talk to me."
"It's nothing," Blaine mutters and tries to avoid eye contact. He looks down and his hand stills on Kurt's chest. He feels the rhythm of his beating heart and it soothes him. Kurt places a hand over his and squeezes it gently.
"Your dad?" Kurt asks and Blaine immediately shrinks into himself, pulling his hand from Kurt's and curling into a ball. "Hey, sweetie, hey, it's okay." Kurt runs his fingers through Blaine's hair and tugs him up towards his face. He peppers his skin with soft, slightly wet kisses and Blaine squirms, making a small noise of protest but he's smiling and Kurt just feels so much better seeing him smiling.
"He told me I couldn't see you again," Blaine says in a quiet voice.
"We both know he can't stop you, Blaine."
"I just want him to be proud of me," Blaine admits and Kurt feels his heart break. Blaine's father is the epitome of cruelty.
"I'm proud of you," Kurt says and Blaine's eyes water. Kurt kisses him softly on the mouth and sucks on Blaine's bottom lip.
"I love you so freakin' much, Kurt," Blaine mumbles against his lips, reaching up and pulls him closer with the back of Kurt's neck. "Want you so much."
"I want you too," Kurt breathes out and feels himself getting hard. Blaine's hands drift to Kurt's and pulls them to his mouth.
"I bruised you," Blaine says, frowning and Kurt looks down. Oh. He has a light red tinged bruised running around each wrist from the bonds. Kurt's about to say something to reassure Blaine that it's fine when Blaine licks all the way around his right wrist.
Oh.
Blaine does the same with his left wrist and then he is kissing every inch of them. His warm lips are pressing lightly against Kurt's skin, and after the rough fucking they had last night, the soft touches are driving him nuts. He lets his teeth graze Kurt's skink but never puncture or bite down and Kurt throws his head back on his pillow and moans.
"I just want everyone to know that you're mine, Kurt," Blaine says and starts kissing his way up Kurt's bare arm. "Want everyone to know that I'm yours."
"They already do," Kurt tells him and Blaine shakes his head. He is up to Kurt's elbow now. He licks the crook and bites down softly. Kurt jumps. He never pegged his elbows to be sensitive. Blaine moves on, however, and sucks down on the skin right on top of his shoulder.
"Want him to see," Blaine explains and it's no wonder who Blaine is talking about. Blaine has got someserious daddy issues.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Kurt asks, his voice laced with worry. Of course Blaine would, in his pleasure-glazed mind, decide that marking him and showing him off to his father would result in good things.
"Don't care. I'm doing it anyway." He bites down on Kurt's collarbone.
"Guhhhh," Kurt groans out and Blaine smiles into his skin. Kurt tastes delicious; he tastes of sweat and his one brand of cologne that Blaine always loves to smell. It's just so uniquely Kurt and Blaine can't get enough. He's biting, sucking, licking any spot he can and Kurt just clutches helplessly at his back, scratching his skin. His legs come up and wrap around Blaine's back and then their cocks are rutting up against each others and Kurt let's out a gasp as his breath leaves his lungs. Blaine grunts and rocks up and Blaine covers Kurt's mouth with his hand because jesus fucking christ, the mouth on him! He'd wake up the entire house.
"Gonna have to be quiet," Blaine says softly and Kurt gives him a look that says, 'Really? You expect me to be quiet when we're doing this?' Blaine throws him a smile before trailing his lips to his left ear, sucking Kurt's earlobe into his mouth. His bites down hard on the skin behind the shell of his ear and Kurt lets out a silent scream, bucking his hips up into Blaine's. He sucks down on the spot until he the metallic and coppery taste of blood enters his mouth. He pulls back and stares down at the mark. It looks so gorgeous, all red and inflamed against Kurt's flushed, yet still mostly pale skin. Kurt now had three bruises on his body, two around his wrists and one high on his neck, but seeing as it was the 5th day of Christmas, who was he to deny Kurt two more? He leant down and kissed open mouth and filthy until he reached Kurt's collarbones. Fuck. He really loved Kurt's collarbones. Lately he'd been covering them up with turtlenecks and sweaters because of the cold winter wind, but now they were out in all their glory, just begging to be marked. So Blaine does.
One of his hands wander down between their chests and takes hold their hard cocks and pumps a few times, twisting at the base a rubbing over the wet, pre come covered heads, before leaning down and biting hard on Kurt's collarbone. Kurt, ever the screamer, bites down on one of his hands in order to keep quiet. He's simultaneously rocking his hips up, letting his cock slide between Blaine's hands and his chest and the pleasure is bubbling inside him. His ass is still aching after the previous night but Blaine is sucking on his skin and there's another hard cock pressed against his own and then his ass really isn't a problem.
"I'm close," Kurt whispers. his voice harsh and thick with lust. Blaine looks up and captures Kurt's mouth with his own, swallowing his mouth as he reaches down and rolls Kurt's balls in his hands. He's still whimpering and bucking his hips and cock up into Blaine's hands when Blaine leans over and covers a patch of skin underneath Kurt's jaw and sucks deeply. He nips it lightly, dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin and Kurt is still masking his moans with his hand.
"Five marks for the fifth day," Blaine whispers, leaning up to Kurt's ear before leaning back and taking a proper hold of Kurt's cock. With his other hand, he trails his fingers over the light bruises on Kurt's wrists, who trembles. It's too much for one morning. Too much pleasure mixed with the dull aches of each mark Blaine left.
"Can't wait for the sixth," Kurt manages to gasp out before reaching his climax. He quickly grabs his pillow and covers his cry of pleasure that way. Blaine looks in awe as his whole body shakes at the aftermath and he keeps stroking Kurt's cock, pumping him for all he's worth. His hand and Kurt's chest is already covered in come and fuck, the sight of it makes him release a strangled moan. Kurt lifts the pillow from his face and chucks it aside before pulling Blaine's face towards him and kissing him rather sweetly compared to what Blaine just did to him. Kurt reaches down between their chests and covers Blaine's hand with his own, stealing his own come before grasping Blaine's hard dick in his hand and stroking him. He runs his come-slicked hand up and down Blaine's shaft, rubbing his thumb over the slit of his head before pressing down on the underside of his cock and Blaine comes, his head falling to Kurt's chest. As Kurt stroke his through his orgasm, Blaine bites down on the hickey on his collarbone. When his breathing has returned to a some-what steady rhythm, Blaine looks back up to Kurt's face and gazes into his beautiful blue eyes.
"I only want you by my side for Christmas," Blaine says softly, his heart heart full of love.
"Or your cock in my ass?" Kurt replies cheekily and Blaine rolls his eyes and rolls off him.
"You love to ruin the moment, don't you?"
"Only because you just look so darn cute when you're annoyed," Kurt says and pecks him lightly on his cheek, his eyes shining with laughter.
"You're the worst," Blaine grumbles, wiping his hand on Kurt's bedsheets in spite.
"You love me," Kurt replies and Blaine purses his lips and rolls his eyes.
"Only just."
Kurt just sticks his tongue out and grins like the Chesire Cat.
Blaine's heart swells. This is what he needs in his life. Kurt, smiling, with him forever.
"It's good enough for me."