*A/N: Okay, So some of you freaked out a little… calm down. Basically all of my stories are multiple chapters. I got this! I got pulled away by the lack of internet and a few commissions.

Still broke, still don't own anything.*

Kurt was shocked. Where the hell had that come from?

"Blaine… I- I'm sorry. With Finals coming up and trying to figure out which AP classes to take next year, plus I have Mercedes trying to get me to come back to McKinley next year, now that Karofsky has graduated."

Blaine sat on the bed. He collected his thoughts. He was supposed to stay in control. He needed to use this situation to his advantage. He took a deep breath and took the metaphorical reigns.

"Well, fine Kurt. Since you are late, I think you owe me. Seriously? I went out of my way to get ready, ordered your favorite Chinese food, put on one of your favorite movies, even bought you some Diet Coke, which you know I don't drink, and you were 2 hours late? Ok." Blaine really hoped Kurt took the bait.

Kurt however knew what he was up to. It had only been a week. Did Blaine really think he had forgotten? Or that Kurt would ever be late to anything? Kurt WAS the most punctual person on the face of the planet. He just hoped that Blaine wouldn't figure out that he'd figured it out. Oh crap, Blaine was starting to talk again.

"I don't think that tonight should go to waste. So, as punishment," Blaine smiled slightly, "I think I should get to pick an option."

Kurt did everything he could do to stop himself from smiling, "What are you going to pick?" All he could think was 38, 38, 38.

"I wasn't sure, soooo… I took another look and actually was thinking about a really high one, but then I figure, #38 was still open."

Kurt tried anything to make himself blush. Damn it, he would not let Blaine know that he was on to him.

"Blaine, I don't want to start something like this if you are mad. We haven't gone over any kind of guide lines or safe words." Kurt's words made him seem serious, but he was sitting on the bed, smirking up at Blaine. "so, Polyester."

Blaine was confused, "Polyester what? Kurt what does that have to do with anything?" Kurt smiled, as Blaine tried for a moment to put it all together.

"The safe word, it's Polyester. That way it's not something that I will 'accidentally' say. He started to unbutton his shirt and shrugged it off, folding it as he laid it on the desk chair. He shimmied out of his jeans and folded those as well. Kurt pulled something out of his bag as he sat back on the edge of the bed. Blaine didn't notice because Kurt had PVC boxer briefs on. They clung to him, showing his half hard cock. When Blaine looked up to look Kurt in the face, he realized what Kurt had brought with him. He had black fuzzy handcuffs hanging from a finger, "Coming Master?"

Blaine almost died. Kurt had planned this? Kurt DID look through the book, and he did know which number Blaine had wanted to try, but to go this far into it? Blaine almost kissed him. But this was his part. He had to remain stoic. He walked over to Kurt and had him sit him up at the head of the bed, with his hands cuffed behind him.

Blaine stripped all the way down. He could feel Kurt's piercing gaze on his cock, but didn't meet his eyes, he actually ignored him completely. He turned the TV off and finished some minor things he wanted to accomplish; all the while his own erection was poking him in the stomach. After about 5 minutes, he sat down in front of Kurt, far enough away to where Kurt couldn't touch him.

"Kurt, that was a horrible thing to do. For that, well, you get to sit there." Blaine started to lightly stroke himself, just to capture his boyfriend's attention. He loved how Kurt's jaw dropped slightly at the sight of Blaine jerking himself off in front of him. Blaine closed his eyes, not because he wanted to look away from the wanton face of the angel in front of him, but because Kurt's expressions would cause him to unlock him.

Kurt watched as his curly haired boyfriend sped up, his hips kicking upwards, pushing into his tight hand a little deeper each time. He watched Blaine as he heard him moan, calling Kurt's name, making Kurt's cock harden even more, to a point where it was almost unbearable.

Kurt didn't know what he was going to do if Blaine didn't touch him soon, or if Blaine didn't allow Kurt to touch him. In a split second, Blaine was coming over his hand and stomach. He propped himself up on his clean hand, unable to sit up anymore. He opened his eyes, blushing furiously. Kurt's eyes were dark with lust, his face, his body reacting to every movement that was made. Blaine noticed Kurt's cock, struggling against his briefs. Kurt must be in pain because of how hard he was, but all he could do was look at Blaine, "Please."

Blaine struggled for a moment, then broke character. He rushed over and unlocked Kurt, his hands everywhere, and not enough places at once. Kurt jumped, kissing him, hard enough to bruise, hands on Blaine's neck, his ass. After a moment or two of lust fueled groping, Blaine remembered what was going on. He reached onto the table next to the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube. He dispensed some into his hand. Setting the bottle down, he flipped Kurt over with his other hand. After giving the lube moment or so to warm up, he slid a finger in to Kurt, who almost screamed out. He was tender, his desire so strong, his climax on a thin edge.

Blaine let his singer sit for a second, allowing Kurt to adjust, at least until Kurt pressed down upon his hand, trying to fuck himself on Blaine's hand. Blaine held him in place and added a second finger, and after a moment or two, he added a third. "Blaine," Kurt moaned, "If you don't fuck me soon, so help me god, I will kill you." Blaine smiled, and leaned over and grabbed a condom off the table; he rolled it on with a flick of his wrist. He pressed against Kurt gently, who moaned in a way that Blaine could feel all the way down to his toes.

Kurt tried to hold back as Blaine moved in him. He bit his arm, trying to snap himself out of it, which actually only made it worse. He'd have to remember to tell Blaine when he was actually able to talk. Another stroke brought Kurt out of his thoughts. "Blaine, I'm…" and with two final strokes Blaine had Kurt coming, harder than he had ever come before. The tension from Kurt's orgasm brought Blaine over as well.

It was close to 10 minutes before either of them moved. They just laid there, basking in the post-coitus glow, wrapped in each other. Kurt was the first to talk, remembering the knowledge he had just remembered, "Hey Blaine?"

"Yes Kurt."

"In that book. Did you happen to have anything about biting?"

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