Kurt held Blaine while he slept, and when he woke, he held him some more. Then he reaped the benefits of a very affectionate, subby Blaine. He very much enjoyed his hot, eager mouth on him, and even more he enjoyed the whimpering sounds of helpless arousal Blaine made, especially as he had no plans to alleviate that arousal anytime soon.
He smiled as he lay on the bed with Blaine in his arms and nothing to do that would require him to rise. It might have caused them some issues, but still, he liked living together.
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Blaine found, somewhat to his surprise, that he loved living with Kurt. Not always, necessarily, and there were times he wished he had at least chosen an apartment with walls, but in general.
Being the one to come home first had its advantages, too. He loved surprising Kurt by kneeling at the door sometimes at his arrival, when he was feeling subby or plain horny. It tended to make Kurt literally drop everything and drag him to the bed or elsewhere, which was very convenient. It was, admittedly, somewhat manipulative. but he didn't even need to feel guilty about it, because Kurt knew he was being manipulated and indulged him gladly.
He also found that Kurt had been right in one point: most of the time, they didn't need actual words or some sort of sign. When Blaine knelt by the door and Kurt walked in without even looking at him, threw his bag in a corner and fell down on the couch, Blaine knew he had had a really stressful day at work, and he knew to rise, make some tea and then quietly withdraw to give Kurt his space for a time. And when it had been a bad day for him, Kurt did the same without him having to say something.
Household chores were divided more or less equally, everyone doing what came up as it came up, except grocery shopping which Blaine happily yielded to Kurt because he hated it. Blaine did the bigger, more lengthy chores on the weekend, and most of the time they took even more time than they had to because he did them naked, and that required a lot of interruptions to let himself be groped or blow Kurt, or were even aborted completely for a drawn out session behind the curtains of their bed. Which was a very enjoyable way of doing - or not doing - household chores, really.
His hesitations about being a full-time submissive had mostly been in vain. What he had then partly forgotten was that most of the time, he really enjoyed being a submissive, and most of the time, he was happy to be able to live that side of him a little more. It also helped him alleviate any stress that came up at school, and quite a few people commented on how calm and happy he seemed.
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Kurt liked coming home and seeing how Blaine received him. Over time, he also figured out what he could expect from the evening from the way Blaine reacted when he opened the door. Blaine kneeling by the door was easy, though it took him a little time to figure out that it didn't necessarily mean Blaine was feeling especially subby; most of the time he just wanted sex, and he knew exactly what seeing him on his knees waiting for him did to Kurt. When he was really subby, he tended to bustle about the apartment, cleaning things that didn't need cleaning, or preparing those parts of dinner he could without it spoiling. He welcomed Kurt with a quiet, pleased smile, and stayed close to him the whole evening, often initiating little acts of service if Kurt didn't give him any specific instructions.
On the other hand, when Kurt opened the door and Blaine was on the couch, reading or watching TV and calling out "Hi, Sir" without even turning around so Kurt had to kiss him upside-down leaning over the armrest of the couch, he knew that the honorific was about as much submission as he could expect for the evening. He was pretty sure Blaine wasn't consciously aware of any of those patterns except when trying to initiate sex, and he liked to be able to anticipate how Blaine was feeling this way. Sometimes Blaine would text him that he was out for a drink with his colleagues, so he came home to an empty apartment, and fortunately very rarely, he would think the apartment was empty, but in truth Blaine would be lying on the bed, shutting the world out as much as possible after a particularly stressful day at school.
When they quarreled, which happened every now and then because of some minor thing no one could remember afterwards, there was no trace of submission in Blaine. He gave as good as he got without fear of punishment, which was exactly the way Kurt wanted it, and if Kurt sometimes forgot himself and tried to give an order while they were fighting, Blaine shut him down quickly and without hesitation. This way, them fighting had its advantages, as Kurt was sure it helped Blaine to see Kurt didn't mind and in fact encouraged if Blaine wasn't submissive in situations like these, or even if he just didn't feel like it.
So, in time and very rarely, every now and then Kurt would be greeted with "Hi, Kurt." The first time it happened, it startled him and he looked around to see if they had a visitor, but he quickly got back his bearings and greeted Blaine with a kiss and a smile and not a word about anything unusual. There wasn't a pattern to when that happened, and Kurt sometimes had his difficulties to gauge Blaine's mood until he finally stopped trying and decided to just let Blaine talk to him if he wanted to. They often went on spontaneous dates when Blaine was in that mood, and often had a lot of fun.
That wasn't to say there weren't any problems that arose with living together. He had forgotten how much he valued his space, and their apartment made it impossible to just go into a different room and close the door. And while Blaine was good at giving him space when it was absolutely necessary, it would have been nice to have some alone time every now and then, but he guessed that living together was just something that he, too, had to get used to. It was sometimes harder than he had initially thought, but he had no doubt they would make it.
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Other things happened, too. Things they maybe should have anticipated, but hadn't, until one evening Blaine was kneeling by the door as he waited for Kurt to come home. He was feeling even more eager for that to happen than usual, his cock already half-hard with hopeful anticipation. He had forgotten to change into more comfortable clothes when he came home, as was usually his habit, because he kept getting distracted. And now he was kneeling there in rather tight jeans that weren't very accommodating, either to kneeling or to the swelling of his cock as he imagined Kurt's reaction, which he was sure would be enthusiastic. Kurt had, after all, a fondness for making him suffer, and those pants in this position were very uncomfortable in a way that showed, inseams digging into places they really, really shouldn't. Kurt would, he was sure, be quick to get him out of the pants and make him suffer in different ways, and he couldn't wait.
Only when Kurt finally came home, he wasn't alone. He looked rather wide-eyed and slightly panicked at the kneeling Blaine while the door opened wider and Rachel and Mercedes stepped in behind him.
Quickly, Blaine reached for his handkerchief and rubbed it over the floor where he knelt, pretending to wipe something he had spilled. At the same time, he shot Kurt a look that he hoped said, "What the hell?", before he stood and smiled at the girls.
"Ladies," he said in greeting, hoping to keep their eyes on his face and away from where his boner had hardly deflated.
"We were planning to cook together," Kurt said, putting bags of groceries up on the kitchen counter and starting to unpack them. "Like I told you in the text I sent you over two hours ago?"
Oh. His phone was charging, far away on the bedside table, and he hadn't been checking it. Maybe Kurt would punish him. He smiled at that thought, although he normally wasn't bratty enough to want to provoke punishment, and Kurt knew how to make sure he didn't enjoy his punishment. Still. He was in the mood for something today. Something hard, something that might push him a little. Which was of course completely Kurt's choice, but maybe...maybe he could...but they had guests. He scowled for a moment, wishing Kurt hadn't brought them. But Kurt couldn't have known what he wished for today, and even if, he reminded himself, it would be no guaranty he'd get it. It was Kurt who decided what they did, and when, and Kurt had decided that now, they would spend time with their friends. Right. Tell that to his cock. It had the potential to become a very awkward evening. Or, if he played his cards right, a very fun one.
Blaine had, of course, a not so secret love for being Dominated in public, and Kurt certainly had nothing against indulging that love every now and then. It was, however, a fine balancing act, for being too obvious meant they were bringing unsuspecting, unconsenting strangers into their scene, while being too subtle kind of made the whole thing moot. This was a little bit like that, though Mercedes and Rachel certainly weren't the public, and Kurt would do nothing to Dominate him. Blaine could, however, offer little, inconspicuous acts of submission. Kurt would of course know exactly what he was doing, but the girls might mistake it for gallantry. And if he wound up doing something else - well, he had an incredibly hot boyfriend with whom he was newly living together. Who could blame him if he couldn't always keep his hands to himself?
They made vegan pizza, which wouldn't have sounded appealing to Blaine except for the fact that Kurt was making it, and he had yet to eat something that Kurt had made that wasn't good. He wasn't involved much with making the food, but he set the table and served, and he made sure to serve Kurt first. Kurt narrowed his eyes at him, but he just smiled and poured him something to drink. He repeated that whenever Kurt's glass was empty, doing it before Kurt could even ask to be passed the water. Kurt glared at him whenever he did that, but it was more playful than not, and Blaine was sure he saw something else in that gaze as well, some heat he couldn't quite conceal.
The girls cooed over him, and playfully made fun of Kurt for always having his boyfriends wrapped around his finger so completely they were anticipating his every wish, and he looked at them haughtily and told them they were just not doing it right. Blaine had to suppress a moan at that haughty look, for even though it was in fun, it still looked dominant as hell and really hot.
After dinner they settled down for a movie. Mercedes and Rachel argued for a bit before they finally agreed on one, and Blaine used the time to snuggle close to Kurt on the couch, putting his head on his shoulder and mouthing a bit at his neck while no one was looking, just to leave no doubt as to what he wanted when the girls where finally gone. Kurt slapped his thigh in rebuke, and Blaine moaned softly into his ear. It was only partly in play; he found it increasingly difficult to not fidget constantly, or to pay even a little bit of attention to the movie they were watching.
So he decided to concentrate on something else. He sneaked a hand between the couch and Kurt's back, and then under his shirt, and began to lightly caress his skin, his eyes on the screen the whole time. He half waited for Kurt to retaliate; he knew he could play this game just as well as him. Kurt didn't, though, he just leaned forward the tiniest bit to give Blaine better access, and after a small hesitation, Blaine decided to interpret that as an invitation and let his hand slowly travel further down. He squeezed Kurt's ass and then slowly pushed his hand inside Kurt's pants, listening to Kurt's breath hitch just a little as he sang along to some song in the movie, and then more as Blaine pushed his hand down further and let his fingers graze against Kurt's hole.
He kept this up through the whole movie, even though the waistband of Kurt's pants cut into his hand and Kurt pinched his hip every time he became more daring in his caresses. He tapped against Kurt's hole a few times and finally pressed in just a little bit, and then shuddered when Kurt bit hard into his neck. Desire was pulsing hard between his legs, and those pants were a complete torture now. He was trembling by the time the movie was over and Kurt stated he was tired in a strained voice. He nearly fell to his knees from relief and arousal when Kurt finally showed their guests out, and wished he had when they were finally alone and Kurt gave him one of those looks, asking,
"So, you want to fuck me, do you?"