Blaine reacted instantly. His shoulders relaxed, his gaze dropped to the floor, and he gently untangled himself from Tina's arms. His voice was sure and strong as he answered,
"Yes, S- Kurt."
Kurt nodded his approval at the near save, although, he had to admit, it was probably too late. Apart from ordering Blaine to his knees right then and there or fucking him over one of the tables, he couldn't get much more Dominating than he had been. But he didn't regret anything. Blaine had looked tense when talking to Tina, stressed although she was his friend. He was much more relaxed now, snuggling into Kurt's side and smiling at him.
Tina, however, was everything but satisfied by Kurt's blunt announcement. She stood with her hands on her hips, looking from Kurt to Blaine indignantly.
"That's it? You're just going with him because he says so?"
"Yes, I am," Blaine said simply.
"But why?"
Kurt saw that Blaine was in complete control of the situation, so he stood back, just offering support in the form of his hand squeezing Blaine's.
"Because he could clearly see I was uncomfortable talking with you. Because nothing you said to me was even making sense. Because he wants us to go, and while it may not always be like this, at the moment I'm much more inclined to please him than you."
With that, he nodded at her, gave a cheery wave to the rest of the group and dragged a stunned Kurt towards the exit.
…...
He should probably be angry, Blaine thought. After all, Kurt had pretty much given them away in front of Tina, who was not only quite judgmental, but also a big gossip. Blaine would have a lot of cleaning up to do in that area.
But he wasn't angry.
He had no energy to be angry. All his energy went into not falling to his knees and hoping to be ravished or, failing that, pressing Kurt against the nearest available surface and doing a bit of ravishing himself.
He slowed down once they were outside and finally stopped walking. He leaned against a wall, torn between laughing and being hopelessly turned on.
"I'm going to be in a lot of trouble for that, Sir, but oh my God, that was so hot."
Kurt looked slightly surprised, but then took his hand again and dragged him around the corner into a darker side alley. Apparently, that little scene in the bar had had a similar effect on Kurt, because there was definitely an erection pressing against his thigh as Kurt shoved a leg between his while he started sucking a hickey on his collarbone.
"What was she thinking, anyway?" Kurt growled between kissing and biting any part of Blaine's throat he could reach. "Doesn't she know you're mine? Gonna mark you as mine."
It was hard to stay level-headed when Kurt was going all possessive on him, but he'd much rather not be arrested for public indecency when it was only a short walk to his apartment with perfectly good walls he could be fucked against if Kurt was so inclined. Oh God, he hoped he was.
However, it took a few seconds until he was actually able to say,
"I am marked as yours, Sir. I wear your collar, remember?"
That was rather counterproductive, as Kurt moaned, pressed even harder against him and then claimed his mouth in a hungry kiss.
Blaine didn't quite know what to do, so he followed his instincts and kissed back equally hungry. When he felt Kurt's hand on his pants button though, he decided to put an end to this.
He turned his head to the side and ignored Kurt's following mouth.
"Sir, please take me home."
It seemed to take Kurt a few moments to understand the request, but then he nodded and took a step back.
"Yeah. Yes, that would probably be better. Sorry, I got a little carried away there."
Blaine shivered. His coat was decidedly too thin now that Kurt's body heat was missing.
They walked to Blaine's apartment holding hands. The urgency went down as they walked; though Blaine was still eager to get home, he now thought they might actually make it to the bed.
But as the arousal faded, the worries returned. He was still not angry, though, and he wouldn't be. He could understand why Kurt had reacted that way, and he understood that the same way it was sometimes difficult for him to suppress his submissive nature, it would be difficult to Kurt to suppress his Dominance, especially in a situation like this.
Still, he would have a lot of explaining to do, and he had no idea what to say.
"Sir?" he asked. "What do you think I should say to her?"
…...
Kurt knew what Blaine meant, and he would waste no breath trying to apologize. He wasn't sorry, and furthermore, he didn't have the feeling Blaine regretted what had happened. All he wanted was some help doing damage control.
"I think what you already said to her was pretty good – that you were uncomfortable with the way your conversation was going, and I could see that and came to help. Or something like that. It is kind of the truth, after all. Just leaving some things out."
"So you came to my rescue like a knight in shining armor," Blaine laughed. "I like that."
"Well, to be honest, I was getting increasingly pissed off at her and just wanted to kind of put her in her place. But the other version sounds much nicer."
He stopped walking and took both of Blaine's hands in his. He had something to say, and it was important that Blaine hear it.
"You didn't really need my help, I think. You were in total control of the situation, and what you said to her, and the way you said it – firm, calm, without getting rude – I was so proud of you. You always told me you can look after yourself, and I always believed you, but today was the first time I saw proof of that, and it was incredibly hot."
"So you don't mind? That I'm not – I don't know – helpless and relying on you for everything?"
Kurt laughed. "I hope I never gave you that impression. I think it's amazing, actually. You can be like today – in control, assertive, even dominant – and yet you regularly choose to put all of that aside. For me. That's...it's an incredible feeling, and I'm really honored."
Blaine seemed speechless, and so they walked in silence for a while. Then Kurt asked,
"What did you talk about with her? Did you learn anything?"
Blaine sighed. "Not really. You've seen her; she was acting really weird. I mean, I knew she had a crush on me, but I never thought...I mean, she must have known it was pretty hopeless, even without you in the picture."
"Wait, you knew? Did you never think about warning me? Maybe I could have...restrained myself better if I had known."
"I'm sorry, I just never thought about it. Are you...you're not angry, are you?"
Kurt shook his head. "How could I, when you're not even angry about the little...display I put on in there? But...I think I'd like to punish you a little anyway. In a fun way."
"Fun for you or fun for me?"
"For both of us."
They arrived at Blaine's apartment, which was tiny compared to Kurt's. But he didn't need much room for what he had in mind, and thankfully, Blaine's bed was a decent size. His thoughts about what he had in mind for Blaine's "punishment" had made his impatience wake again, so now they were finally here, he didn't waste much time.
"Get on the bed," he ordered. "I want you naked, on your hands and knees, and ready for me."
Kurt hung up their coats properly. He drank some water, and he took a bottle out of the fridge for later. That was the end of his forbearance. He had tried to take his time so Blaine could get ready, but in the end, the impatience won. And boy, was he glad he'd given in, for when he entered the bedroom, he was greeted with the sight of two of Blaine's fingers deep inside of him, stretching a hole that was already glistening with lube. Kurt couldn't help but moan at the sight; it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.
He had meant to tease Blaine a little, but now he changed his mind. Both of them were too worked up for teasing. So he just got out of his clothes as fast as possible, for once just letting them fall where they would.
Considerate as he was, Blaine had left the bottle of lube lying on the bedspread, so Kurt quickly slicked himself up, and when Blaine had pulled his fingers out, he immediately replaced them with his cock, pushing in with one long, slow movement. He and Blaine both groaned from the feeling, and then Kurt had to stop a moment to relish it, caressing Blaine's back with long, even strokes and kissing any part he could reach.
After a few seconds, though, Blaine wriggled his ass a little, making Kurt laugh and moan at the same time.
"Come on, Sir," he whined.
Which made Kurt remember his other plans. He pulled out almost completely and slapped Blaine's ass hard. Blaine gasped from surprise, and then pain as Kurt slapped the other cheek even harder. Kurt took a moment to admire the hand prints developing on Blaine's skin, then pushed into Blaine again and fucked him hard for a few moments. Blaine moaned and panted, but Kurt wasn't ready yet to let him come.
So he pulled out completely and began spanking Blaine in earnest, forcing him to brace an arm against the headboard to avoid being jostled against it. He hit hard, and soon Blaine cried out with every slap, but his cock never lost its hardness and began dripping precome on the sheets.
When Blaine's skin was red and raw, Kurt gave him a few more for good measure and then lubed himself up again and fucked him hard, letting his hip bones do the rest of the spanking.
When he felt the familiar pressure building up in him, he pulled at Blaine's cock once, sliding his thumb once over the slick head. That was all it took. Blaine came with a shout, and Kurt followed suit, seeing stars as he shot his seed into Blaine.
Breathing hard, Kurt pulled out and let Blaine turn on his back. He had his eyes closed and winced a little as his sore butt touched the sheets, but he was smiling. They lay for some time, Kurt holding Blaine and stroking his back, Blaine snuggling into Kurt's chest, until Kurt finally moved to clean them up. Blaine smiled sleepily.
"Can we do that every time one of us slips up?" he asked.
Kurt laughed. "We sure can, but we should take care not to slip up often, or your butt will be very sore."
"I don't care. It was so good, Sir."
"Then it's a deal."
"Seal it with a kiss?" Blaine asked, batting his eyelashes, and Kurt laughed and complied.
A little later, Kurt asked, "Do you want me to put cream on your butt or do you want to feel it?"
Blaine put his hands over his ass protectively, wincing a little as he touched the still-hot skin.
"I want to feel it, please."
It would burn, but he wanted the reminder. After all, he had to face Tina tomorrow.