Sorry for the hiatus on this story. Don't know how I got smutted out, but I just got total writer's block on the dressing room scene for a bit there. Yes this is rated M for a reason, and I hope you enjoy the fact that it is.

What I could do to these two if I owned Glee and it wasn't on a family channel

Kurt was absolutely doing everything in his power to drive Blaine insane that afternoon. After a quick lunch at a little bistro down the street Blaine had introduced him to the shop of one of the up and coming designers in the city. Everything was clean lines, sharp angles and well placed rips and lace cutouts. When Kurt walked out of the dressing room with a periwinkle blue tee that was sculpted to his torso and patterned with sheer waves through it Blaine felt himself starting to get more than a little horney. Especially as the tee fell just a bit short of the waistband of the deeper toned blue cargo pants that Kurt wore slung low on his hips with a white belt. Every time Kurt moved Blaine could see that little hint of skin, the sharp angle of a hip, the trail of dark hair that started just below his belly button and snaked down.

"Blaine" Kurt said in an all together too knowing voice "Can you come back and help me out in the dressing room please"

Blaine literally growled in response, thanking all the gods out there that the high end designers were smart enough to hire staff who were not up under their clients all the time. Grabbing another shirt and matching military style jacket off the display he followed Kurt back into the large private dressing area.

"Shit baby, do you have any idea what you are doing to me right now?" he said, grabbing Kurt's hand and placing it directly over his ever hardening cock. "I sincerely hope you do not expect me to wait to deal with this until we get home? I need you, want you, God Kurt I want to feel your hands, your lips, something on me right now"

"How bad do you want me baby?" Kurt whispered in his ear a full octave below his normal register. "Bad enough to beg?"

Blaine stifled a loud moan as Kurt slid his hands under Blaine's shirt and rolled a nipple between his thumb and finger at the same time as he lowered his head and nibbled on his collarbone.

"Please" Blaine whispered into his ear as he reached down to trace the sliver of skin at Kurts waistband with his fingers.

"Did I tell you you could touch, Mr Anderson?" Kurt hissed sharply as he reached down between them and popped the belt he was wearing loose. As he pulled it from the loops he turned Blaine around to face the mirror and grabbed his hands in long nimble fingers behind his back. Blaine groaned as he felt Kurt wind the flexible chain and leather around his wrists and tighten the buckle. "Now what do you want?"

"God damn Kurt, touch me. I want you to make me cum."

"Still not good enough Blaine" Kurt replied with a sly smile and a raised eyebrow. "I thought you were more articulate than that."

"Shit Kurt, I want you to wrap your lips around my hard cock right here. I want to feel your tongue tracing up the length of me, the little nibbles you do along the base. I want to feel you take all of me deep in that hot throat of yours. I want you to work me with your mouth and tongue until I cum deep down that throat of yours. I want you to swallow me and then I want you to let me taste myself on your tongue." Blaine was all but begging at this point, eyes glazed, voice rough, pleading for Kurt.

"Better, Blaine, Better" Kurt replied as he dropped gracefully to his knees and slowly released the top button on Blaine's pants. As his nimble fingers slowly lowered the zipper and pushed the pants off Blaine's hips slightly he looked up from under his lashes and asked "Like this?"

"Fucking hell, touch me Kurt" Blaine gasped

In what seemed to Blaine to be slow motion, Kurt slipped his fingers in the waistband of Blaine's boxers and slid them down just enough to free his cock into the slightly chilly air. He grinned as he saw Blaine twitch when his breath hit him.

"Please, please oh my god suck me Kurt Please" Blaine whined

Kurt smirked as he took the base of Blaine's cock in one hand while pinning him against the mirror with the other arm across his stomach, preventing him from thrusting. He slowly ran just the tip of his tongue in a spiral around Blaine's head, tightening his grip on the base. Blaine tried to thrust against his lips but Kurt just backed off and grinned as Blaine was unable to increase the contact.

"Now Blaine, I think you have figured out how this is going to go. I am going to take care of you, my way, in my time and you are going to have to stand there and take it. So just lean back and enjoy the ride."

Blaine was ready to cum just from Kurt's voice at that point, so forceful and controlling. When his lips slipped tight around his rock hard cock all it took was three deep strokes and Blaine was releasing into Kurt's warm wet mouth moaning his name over and over. His lover smiled up at him as he licked every inch of him clean and then said "Anxious sweetheart?"

Blaine slid down the wall next to kim and whispered in his ear "First get this belt off me, second kiss me, and third I would have ruined that shirt in about another 10 seconds. How do you know exactaly how to do that to me?"

"Lots of practice" Kurt said with a smirk, putting the belt back on before stepping out of the dressing room to tell the attendent that he would be wearing the outfit out.