Another chapter of shameless smut. Next chapter, there will be things like, you know, plot.
Kurt kept torturing him the whole weekend, fucking him once more on Saturday and plugging him afterwards, so that Blaine swore he could feel the come sloshing around inside him as he walked.
Before going to sleep, he was allowed to take the plug out and as he tried to sleep, he could feel Kurt's come trickling out of him.
The night was rather uncomfortable. He woke several times because his cock tried to get hard in its prison, and in the morning he was so sore he gave up every thought of rising and instead stayed in bed, dozing on and off until his own growling stomach reminded him of how hungry Kurt, who had probably been up for a few hours, had to be.
He took a shower, hot to soothe his aching body, and stretched and plugged himself as quickly and methodically as possible.
Quickly changing the sheets of the bed, he considered dressing, but then decided it would be absurd. So, naked, he went into the living room to prepare his Master's breakfast.
And there was no doubt Kurt was his Master today. Blaine nearly dropped to his knees when he saw him, sitting at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee, dressed in jeans and a black tank top. Casual for Kurt, even for a Sunday, but there was something...He radiated Dominance, as he sometimes did, and Blaine couldn't help reacting to it. He felt his cock twitch in the cage, trying to get hard, and was glad he was naked and plugged and ready for whatever Kurt would decide to do to him.
Quietly, he knelt down beside Kurt, and pressed a kiss to each of Kurt's naked feet as he waited for his Dom to recognize his presence. It took a little while, but finally he felt Kurt's hand in his hair, and smiled.
"Good morning, Sir. What would you like for breakfast?"
Kurt didn't say anything, but rose and poured himself another cup of coffee. He motioned for Blaine to rise, and when he obeyed, Kurt looked at him for a moment and then, with a measured movement, poured a little of the coffee over Blaine's naked chest.
Fuck. It wasn't scalding, not anymore, but it was hot, and it hurt and turned him on so much his knees buckled and he had to grab the counter to keep upright. He couldn't repress a gasp, and then a cry, as Kurt poured some more coffee, this time directly on Blaine's nipple.
"You took a while," Kurt said, voice soft and completely calm, while Blaine struggled to breathe through the pain. "I heard the shower stop and expected you out sooner."
He started to lick the coffee of Blaine's chest, and Blaine moaned and gripped Kurt's shoulder for support with his free hand.
"I had to - oh God - had to change the sheets. Your...I - I made a...they were dirty." His brain didn't seem to work properly, and he gasped as Kurt sucked and bit his nipple, first soothing the pain away and then letting it flare up again. "And I - oh my God, please, Sir - I stretched and plugged myself for you."
"Hmm," Kurt hummed his approval against Blaine's chest. "You're such a good boy. What were you begging me for just now?"
"I don't know...anything..."
Kurt's hand was on his ass now, squeezing his cheeks and then jostling the plug, as if examining his efforts. He felt like he could explode on the spot, if the rings around his balls weren't preventing it.
"I know I can't come, but...please, Sir, anything..."
"No, you still have about twelve hours to go before this comes off, pet. But I'd like to reward you because you prepared yourself for me. So, is there anything you would like?"
It took Blaine a while to answer. It was hard to come up with something he wanted when the first thought always was to fast-forward twelve hours. He needed to come like he needed to breathe, but he wouldn't. He couldn't. But...he could make Kurt feel the same way. He could make him as crazy as he felt. But first...
"Can I ...have a kiss?"
Kurt looked at him curiously, but then took his face in his hands and kissed him. It wasn't the kind of kiss he had expected - it was less passionate than tender, slow and gentle. And it was, he realized, exactly the kind of kiss he needed. A reminder that despite everything they did this weekend, despite everything they played with, there was always something more.
When the kiss stopped, Kurt asked, "Was that all you wanted?"
Hesitantly, Blaine shook his head. "If I may, I would like to rim you." He was a little proud of himself for being able to say it without stumbling over his words, but he couldn't control the blushing.
Wordlessly, Kurt turned and bent over the counter, supporting himself on his elbows. He didn't offer any help with his skintight pants, so as Blaine fumbled with the buttons, he imagined Kurt standing there, lazily thumbing through the paper looking for something interesting he might have missed reading. Hopefully, he would get a stronger reaction out of him once he had finally gotten rid of the pants.
He knelt on the floor and ran his hands over Kurt's finally naked buttocks, before gently pulling them apart. He closed his eyes as he gently touched his tongue to Kurt's hole, teasing him with small licks and kisses that did nothing but promise things to come.
Once he felt Kurt's muscles tense up under his hands, he devoted himself to his task, kissing and licking with enthusiasm and then, when Kurt finally started to gasp and moan, finally pushing his tongue inside.
The sound breaking from Kurt was not quite a scream, but close enough that Blaine decided to take it as such. Kurt's legs began to quiver, and from the motion in front of him, Blaine could see that Kurt had begun to jerk himself. He longed for a third hand to do that himself, as he needed his to make room for his tongue. Though he wanted to be the one to bring Kurt to orgasm, there was no way he would stop anything that made Kurt make those sounds.
Soon, he felt that Kurt was close, and though in the beginning he had intended to draw this out, to make Kurt as crazy as he made him, he now felt like he needed Kurt's orgasm like he needed his own. So he gave his all, licking, kissing and sucking as if his life depended on it. Kurt's ass cheeks would have bruises on him, he was gripping them so hard, but as Kurt didn't seem to mind, he went right on until Kurt shuddered and came, spilling his seed on the kitchen floor.
…...
That had been amazing. Kurt had the suspicion that Blaine had wanted to do it because he knew it made Kurt completely lose control. but it had been so worth it. So, as a reward - as a reward for the reward, to be precise -, Kurt left Blaine more or less alone for the rest of the day. After the belated breakfast, they marathoned reality TV, interrupted by another walk and dinner in a restaurant, where Kurt manged to refrain from any public Dominating. He had plans, but he wanted to savor them, not put too many impressions into one weekend. They would get to that some other time.
They went back on the couch after dinner, spending the more boring parts of their show with kissing. It was easy to decide that in fact, most of the show was boring, and soon the lazy kissing turned into heavy making out. They were both panting when Blaine, who looked utterly wrecked, pulled away and begged Kurt to let him blow him. Kurt looked at the time and regretfully shook his head.
"I'm not a teenager anymore," he told Blaine. "It's only two hours until the cage comes off now. I want to be ready for you then."
Though he had decided to let Blaine decide how he wanted to come, so it could well be his cock wasn't needed for that, but it was better to be prepared.
Of course, the next two hours dragged unbearably. Kurt couldn't imagine how it must be for Blaine; and yet, the sub somehow managed to sit more quietly and look more content than Kurt felt - though he hoped he proved more self-control than to fidget the way he felt like.
At 10.15 on the second, he stood up, led Blaine to the bedroom and offered him the key to the cock cage.
Blaine, however, hesitated to accept it.
"It's your chastity," he said. "You should be the one to open it."
Fair enough. Kurt led Blaine to the bed and made him lie down, then asked,
"What do you want? How do you want to come?"
"Your...your mouth, Sir. Please."
"As you wish," Kurt said, but as Blaine still looked much too calm, he kissed him first to see if he could make him look as wrecked as before.
When Blaine's cheeks were flushed and he was panting again, Kurt finally unlocked the chastity. Fascinated, he watched as Blaine's cock, freed from its prison, rose at once and finally stood, flushed pink and curving against Blaine's belly.
"Try to hold out a little," he said. "Until I've counted to ten."
"I'll try," Blaine said, but he didn't sound very confident.
Kurt knelt down beside Blaine and licked once up Blaine's cock. Blaine moaned; the sound was a weird mixture of desperation and relief.
When Kurt then took Blaine's cock in his mouth, Blaine covered his face with his hands and made a sound that could only be described as a sob. Kurt decided to be merciful for once and lifted his head, said, "One," and then proceeded to give Blaine a slow, lazy blowjob that he hoped would help him last for a little. Every few seconds he stopped, lifted his head and said another number. When he noticed Blaine writhing and moaning above him, he counted a little faster; Blaine deserved a little cheating on his behalf today.
"Eight," he said, then sucked hard two or three times. One of Blaine's hands grabbed the comforter, the other arm was thrown over his face, and he seemed to bite it, so,
"Ten," Kurt said, and Blaine came instantly and violently. Kurt wasn't quite fast enough, and a little bit of come landed on his face. He grinned as he wiped it away. That had been quite satisfactory, although now his own cock, straining against his pants, demanded his attention. But he wouldn't ask Blaine to do anything about it. The punishment had been fun, but now it was over, and Blaine had earned the right to bask in the afterglow for as long as he wanted. Besides, when it came to orgasms, Kurt really couldn't complain this weekend.
Blaine smiled at him, sleepily although it wasn't that late, and asked, "You skipped a few numbers, didn't you?"
"Just one," Kurt admitted. "I wanted you to make it."
He lay down and drew Blaine close, willing his erection to go down. He really should take a lesson from Blaine regarding self-control on that matter.
Then, Blaine's hand was on his fly.
"May I, Sir?' he asked.
Oh well.