They were silent as Kurt looked at Blaine for a few moments. He didn't ask if he was sure, and Blaine was grateful for that. Finally, Kurt exhaled shakily.
"What's the matter?" Blaine asked.
"I want to,"Kurt admitted. "I want to badly."
"But?"
"I want to now."
"Oh." Blaine chuckled quietly. "Yes, I suppose we shouldn't do that."
He kissed him then. He needed some kind of physical contact, badly, and lying in Kurt's arms suddenly wasn't enough anymore. Besides, it was perhaps the last opportunity he had for some time to actually initiate a kiss. Although Kurt didn't seem to mind him doing that, even as his sub, so maybe he would do it more often, after all.
…...
Kurt kissed back eagerly. They both wanted more; there was a lot of piled-up sexual energy left from throughout the day. But Rachel was sleeping in the next room, and he knew from experience that even in her present, rather inebriated state, she would be a light sleeper.
"Tomorrow," he promised Blaine, and himself between kisses. "Tomorrow I'll do whatever you want."
He could see Blaine smile at him in the semi-darkness of the room. "Shouldn't that be my line?"
Kurt chuckled. "I guess it's good we both want the same, then."
They were silent for some time, and Kurt was close to falling asleep when Blaine said, "I had a lot of fun today."
"Mhm," Kurt said sleepily, "Me too."
They managed to escape Rachel after a late breakfast that she spent clutching a cup of coffee and complaining about the light and the noise. After, Kurt put her back into bed with the blinds drawn and a strong but, as he knew, probably futile reminder not to drink quite as much the next time.
They walked back to Kurt's apartment. It was a fine day, and the distance was right for a nice walk. They didn't hold hands, but their bodies were never far from each other, and Kurt couldn't stop touching Blaine. It was nothing sexual, but the need to remind himself of Blaine's presence, to remember that Blaine was his. He touched him to reassure himself of that, and – so he hoped – to reassure Blaine that after this fun but strange weekend, he was still owned.
…...
The walk was pleasant, but Blaine was eager to get home – or rather, back to Kurt's place. He enjoyed the feeling of Kurt's hands on random places of his body, but they didn't really help his problem of near-constant, semi-insistent sexual arousal that plagued him since yesterday afternoon in the mall.
He had surprised himself with his request to be spanked. Usually, he liked it well enough, but it wasn't something he had ever initiated before. But the thought of feeling Kurt's hands on him in this way had at some point yesterday popped into his head and had not left again, even though, after the bad scene they had had, he would have thought that any kind of impact play would be unwelcome for the time being. Well – apparently not.
He found himself walking faster and forced himself back to match Kurt's pace, but it was too late. Kurt looked at him, a knowing grin on his face.
"Impatient, are we?"
Blaine was saved an answer when Kurt himself began to walk faster, and Blaine had to keep up with him. They finished the last block or so nearly running, opening the door to Kurt's apartment breathless and laughing.
When they closed the door behind them, they leaned against it and looked at each other, and their laughter subsided. The breathlessness, however, did not, as they remembered why they had been in such a hurry to get here in the first place.
"Go wait for me in the playroom," Kurt said. "I want you over my lap as soon as possible."
Blaine was more than happy to obey. He wanted to be there, too, but he thought he would like some time beforehand to center himself, to get back into sub-mode. So he hurried to get undressed and then got to his knees on the floor of the playroom. It took only a short time for him to settle his body and his mind into a submissive headspace, and as the familiar calm set in, he smiled. The weekend had been great, but this, this was what he was really here for.
When Kurt entered the room a few minutes later, Blaine was kneeling on the floor, his hands flat on his thighs, his back straight and his mind calm and patiently waiting for whatever Kurt had in store for him.
Kurt had changed into yoga pants and a tight, but well-worn and apparently comfortable shirt. Blaine lifted his head to be able to see him better; he looked so different from the put-together style he had shown all weekend, but so, so good. Kurt gave him a stern look, and he dropped his gaze but smiled.
Kurt knelt on the floor before him and pulled him into his lap, claiming his lips in a hard, almost bruising kiss that felt familiar but at the same time totally different from all the kisses they had shared this weekend. When they finally parted, he could feel his lips tingle and his skin burn with the sting of Kurt's light stubble.
"Do you still want to be spanked, pet?" Kurt asked, still a little breathless from the kiss.
Blaine nodded. "Yes. Yes, please, Sir."
"Okay." Kurt rose, then sat down again on the edge of the bed. "I want you to put on your underwear, and then come lie across my lap."
Blaine did as he was told, carefully easing his briefs over his growing erection. Then he lay down on Kurt's lap, trying to get comfortable in the strange position, and finally wriggling free to get a pillow and positioning it under his head. Kurt waited patiently for him to be ready and finally asked, "Comfortable?", chuckling quietly.
At Blaine's nod, he continued. "Okay. We'll start slowly, over the briefs. Don't get impatient, and if it gets too much, you know what to do. Don't come, I want to fuck you after."
He waited once again for Blaine's nod before he finally, finally laid his hand on the fabric covering Blaine's ass. He let his hand rest there for a moment before lifting it and then letting it come down again with a light smack.
It didn't hurt, not at first. It only made his skin tingle and his whole body tense up for a moment in delicious anticipation. The second smack, a little stronger, caught him by surprise, and he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his cock into Kurt's lap.
He relaxed again, relishing the strokes that slowly grew more and more intense until they were so painful that he cried out with each smack and tears began to rise in his eyes. He never, ever wanted it to end.
…...
At some point, Kurt thought that this was the most intimate they had ever been. It was absurd, really; they had done so much more, basic sex as well as some pretty intense scenes, but this...his hand, just his hand, not some toy, on Blaine's ass, felt simpler and closer then anything else, and surprisingly tender.
After some time, when he judged Blaine 'warmed up' sufficiently, he peeled him out of his briefs, gently easing the fabric over the sensitized flesh so as not to cause him any pain, only to then, ironically, smack the pink cheeks with renewed vigor and admiring the sound the impact made and the red hand print he left behind.
It grew pretty intense, but Blaine's cries didn't sound distressed and he didn't safeword, so Kurt continued spanking him, slowly decreasing the intensity and speed of the smacks. The way Blaine kept grinding his cock against Kurt's own erection told him that he was at least a bit of a masochist, but at this level, it was nothing he was uncomfortable with yet – if his own arousal was something to go by, anything but. He was about to slowly stop spanking Blaine, mainly because he wasn't going to be able to ignore the constant friction against his cock for much longer, when Blaine panted,
"Yellow."
He stopped immediately, helping Blaine to rise into kneeling.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"Only – if you don't want me to come, Sir, you should – you should stop now."
"Oh. Thanks for the warning, pet. Get further on the bed, hands and knees. I want to see that gorgeous ass while I'm fucking you."
Kurt quickly undressed, then scooted up on the bed to the night stand and fumbled with the drawer until he got out lube and-
"Fuck."
"What is it, Sir?" Blaine asked. Kurt shook the empty condom box as an answer.
"I meant to pick some up on the way from Rachel's, but I forgot."
Blaine sat back on his heels. He hesitated a little, then suggested, "Go bare."
"Wh – what?"
"I know you got your test results. If we're both clean, why should we wait any longer? Especially as I need you to fuck me."
Kurt thought they should probably talk about this. He had wanted to bring it up on the renegotiation of their contract next week, but Blaine was right. They were both clean, why wait? He looked down on himself, on his almost painful erection, his near-desperate arousal, and threw caution in the wind.
"Okay," he said, and Blaine groaned a "thank you" and got back in position, allowing Kurt to quickly prepare him.
Kurt moaned with relief as he finally pushed in with nothing between himself and Blaine. The feeling was indescribable, and as he watched himself move in and out between Blaine's still-red cheeks, imagining Blaine feeling the slight pain on his ass with every thrust, he found himself nearing the end much quicker than he would have liked. But Blaine didn't seem to be in a much better state. He panted, making incoherent noises and tugging at his cock, finally begging,
"Please. Please, Sir!"
Kurt felt about to explode any moment, so he cried,
"Come!", and when he felt Blaine clenching around him, he came with a groan.
After cleaning up (and how he relished the messiness! How his spent cock twitched every time he glimpsed his come trickling out of Blaine!), they lay on the bed, the afternoon sun shining through the blinds and painting stripes on their naked bodies. At some point, they would rise and Kurt would probably get some work done while watching Blaine do the chores he had had to neglect all weekend, before trying to teach Blaine to cook one of the simpler recipes in his repertoire. But for now, he enjoyed just lying here, feeling the weight of Blaine's head on his chest and gently stroking his hair.
Blaine shifted and pressed a kiss on his chest, then said,
"I'm glad you listened to me. About going bare, I mean. That was...incredible."
Kurt had to agree. "The spanking, too. You are a very smart boy."
"That I am." Blaine sighed contentedly and moved his head to look at Kurt. "I thought...I'm yours, you know. I don't want anything between us. And if, at some point, you decide to share me, then I'll use condoms with them. But not with you, not anymore."
"Share you?"
"We never talked about...you know, doing a public scene, or involving other people."
Kurt had never even thought about going back to the club, let alone do a scene there, although he knew from Chandler that people at Defiance had started to ask about them.
"What do you think about me sharing you?" he asked, because the thought, while causing some jealousy and a burst of possessiveness inside him, was also really hot.
"Can I say that I honestly don't care?" Blaine asked slowly, obviously thinking about his answer.
"I really just want to please you. If you want me all to yourself, that's okay with me. But if you want to bring in someone else into a scene every now and then – well. I'm yours, to do with as you like. I'm fine with anything that makes you happy."
Kurt was stunned. He had never thought about this, and he didn't know if he would take Blaine up on the offer, but to have that kind of trust, that genuine willingness to abide by whatever he decided...he didn't know what to say.
"We will talk more about this," he said after a moment, and then took refuge into formality, because the sentence he knew from collaring ceremonies best expressed what he was feeling.
"I am honored by your submission."