Kurt was pressed down hard by the wrists into the mattress by masculine, strong arms.
He was pinned down, unable to move by the heavy weight on top of him -which he totally wasn't complaining about, after all he was a fan of the whole BDSM stuff.
Unable to move, he was attacked on the neck, the feeling of Blaine's hot breath and wet tongue tingling against his bare skin and sharp pain as he scraped his teeth down the skin.
Blaine pressed his hips down to Kurt's to make him feel how hard he was. Kurt gasped at the unexpected -but very welcomed.- friction.
They began grinding their hips together.
"I'm going to wreck you tonight," Blaine whispered hotly in Kurt's ear. "All those times you'd do something so seductive like biting that lip, making me want to tug it for you instead," Blaine began unbuttoning Kurt's shirt and began kissing bit by bit as he slowly exposed Kurt's hairless chest. "You leave me so sexually frustrated that after I care for you I always end up rushing to my office to masturbate over just how sexy you are."
Kurt let out a small noise from Blaine's words, Blaine smirked wickedly. "You like that? You like the thought of me fisting my big cock over you, baby?"
"God, yes. Blaine, please?" Kurt pleaded.
"Please what?" Blaine teased.
"Fuck me, please?" Kurt pleaded, sounding more desperate. Blaine instantly tugged Kurt's pants and underwear down in one go.
Blaine brought to of his fingers up to Kurt's mouth. "Suck," Kurt instantly obeyed. "Slick them up good because this is what's going to prep you."
Blaine dragged his slick fingers down Kurt's stomach to his abdoman -making his skin twitch by the sudden touch.
"You ready?" Blaine whispered hotly and spread Kurt's legs apart. Blaine brought his index finger up to Kurt's hole and began teasing the ring, watching as it twitched.
"Please, now?" Kurt pleaded. Blaine sucked his index finger to slick it up a little more till-
*Knock*Knock*
"You've got an appointment in five." A carer's voice had said from the other side of the wooden door.
Kurt grunted and rolled out of bed -there was certainly no time to take care of his little "problem" now.
Kurt stood by the glass cabinet -located near the front reception desk- observing and in deep thought as he stared at a picture -a portrait of an elder woman- which was hung within the glass cabinet which had engraving.
Blaine was going about his job as he saw Kurt observing and walked up to him and joined.
"Florance Mackenzie Zachurr," Blaine read out.
Kurt turned to Blaine -looking him up and down- then back to the picture.
"She became insane, you know?" Blaine informed. Kurt nodded.
"Sad, isn't it?" Kurt said rhetorically.
"I guess she fell into her own trap."
"I don't believe she intended on going crazy." Kurt stated.
"I know. It was more of post traumatic stress disorder," Blaine began explaining. "You, know. You constantly hear other people's stories for years and you get effected."
"She was also abused by her husband and turned to drugs and alcohol to escape." Kurt added.
Blaine observed the picture closer. "Huh. Ironic, isn't it?" Blaine asked.
"What is?" Kurt asked confused.
"Her last name is 'Zachurr' "
"Yeah?" Kurt said, further confused.
" The definition for 'Zachurr' iss crazy," Blaine pointed out. "First she opens up an insane asylum to treat others, then she becomes the patient."
Kurt turned to Blaine looking impressed. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you Mr Anderson?" Kurt asked rhetorically.
Blaine chuckled. "What are you doing out here wandering around?" he asked curiously.
"Exactly that," Kurt said. "I have to head over to see my psychiatrist soon." Kurt rolled his eyes at his own words -fed up on these constant mental check ups, he was well aware at how insane he was and that clearly wasn't going to change.
"Well I suggest you better get going -Ms. Fabray doesn't like being kept waiting." Blaine encouraged. Kurt nodded in agreement and began heading off.
Kurt sat colourless and dull in the depressing room where was constantly forced to remind himself just how mentally ill he is through getting deeper within his feelings. Fabray sat at her desk and flicked through paper work for a few moments as Kurt waited patiently for her to give him her attention.
"Now, Kurt. I have found some evidence that in our last session, you weren't exactly telling the truth." Ms. Fabray pointed out.
"I'm a compulsive liar, I thought that was clearly stated in my portfolio when I was enrolled here." Kurt said, sounding like he wasn't exactly interested in having this conversation.
"Would you like to tell me how you came about of being a compulsive liar?" Ms. Fabray asked -sounding more like a demand.- as Kurt rolled his eyes. Here we go again, Kurt thought.
"High school." Kurt simply said.
"What about high school?" Ms. Fabray asked, encouraging Kurt to go further.
"I just began high school and I learned that in order to stay in one piece, you must cheat your way through things, to get through. Even if it meant to face it," Kurt brought his knees up to his chest on his chair. "Now look at me. I'm in many pieces," he said in almost a whisper. "I guess it became a habit from there."
Ms. Fabray began scribbling down notes into her notepad which was resting on her lap. "Last time you mentioned your obsession with death, might want to explain that?" Ms. Fabray said, quickly changing the subject.
"I- uhh, I'm not sure where that came from," Kurt said bluntly. "I guess being somewhere -anywhere- away from this lifeless place."
"Have you cut recently?" Ms. Fabray asked.
"Where would I find something to cut with here?" Kurt laughed. Ms. Fabray shot Kurt a look to reassure him that this is much more serious. "N-No, I haven't."
"For how long now?"
"A few months now." Kurt said.
"Are you feeling any different?"
"I would say so."
"Good or worse?"
"Things are getting better." Kurt lied and gave a fake smile.
Nothing gets better, Kurt was sure of it. He knew he was too deep in to be dragged out.