Hello lovelies! I know this chapter has been a long time coming, thank you all for waiting patiently for this fic to continue. Pretty soon there will be more plot, but this is the rest of their night of debauchery. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews and alerts, you are all fabulous! Come check me out on tumblr and we can be friends.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Warnings :NON-CON, RIMMING, ASS HOLE WORSHIP ( I feel like warnings spoil chapters. No fun.)

Chapter 4: Fall upon my Knees

Blaine woke up to a very disturbing thought. He didn't know what Kurt looked like when he came. This thought was quickly followed by another: that he should remedy that immediately. Problem was, when he looked over at the clock that said 5AM, he was not blocked by a lovely brunette head, meaning that the boy in question was not in bed where he had told him to be. Letting out a frustrated growl, he got out of bed and threw on his uniform spandex pants and belt, just to be on the safe side.

Upon walking out to the kitchen, however, he could see that Kurt was making the promised cookies in silk sleepware, but couldn't appreciate the fabric because Kurt would look oh so much better if there weren't any clothes at all. Kurt was still woefully unaware of the horny presence in his kitchen, so Blaine stalked silently closer to Kurt and snuck his arms around his middle.

"Why aren't you in bed with me?" Came the inpatient growl from behind Kurt's back.

Kurt flushed nervously, freaked by the close proximity of a warm and slightly intoxicating male. "I thought you would want the cookies when you woke up." He managed to squeak out in explanation.

"Why would I want cookies when I can see that a much more delectable option to have is busy making them?" Blaine asked, grabbing Kurt's earlobe with his teeth and worrying the skin to emphasize his point.

Kurt hesitantly leaned back into the touch, knowing he shouldn't encourage him but also knowing that it felt so good. How could someone nibbling his ear while holding him possessively around the waste be arousing? But fuck if it wasn't the best feeling thing he had ever experienced.

"Besides, georgeous, you owe me quite a few favors, and I want to call in on one now, since I have you up against a surface to grab on to."

By the stiffening of Kurt's spine, he thought he knew what Blaine wanted, and so Blaine decided to clarify.

"For this favor, Kurt, all I want is to rim you."

"To- to rim me? You mean put your tongue in my- my-"

Blaine smiled at his stutter before leaning in close to his ear to whisper. "Just put your hands against this counter and don't move them, and slightly spread your legs. And then, all you have to do is enjoy, Kurt. I'm going to be doing the rest. I want to shove my tongue into your pretty little ass hole, and then maybe a few fingers as well, just to give you a taste of what my cock will feel like. And you're going to love it."

Kurt looked hesitantly over his shoulder, but moved his body into position. He watched as Blaine slowly slunk down to his knees, and could feel his cock getting hard at the hungry look in Blaine's eyes, although his brain was not quite so excited at the position. Then, Blaine slowly reached to sides of Kurt's pajama bottoms, hooking his fingers in the silk fabric and sliding it down, exposing the beautiful pale skin just waiting to be marked. He forced himself to slide it all the way down and make Kurt step out, knowing it would help the boy balance once he got him begging for release and unsteady on his feet.

He wrapped one hand loosely around Kurt's waist, not touching his cock, and wanting him to come from anal stimulation alone. Then he used the other hand to slowly part Kurt's pale ass cheeks to see that pretty hole winking at him, just begging to be licked. Well, who was The Warbler to annoy a call of distress? He ran a long lick around the hole, enjoying the jump Kurt made in response. He started to lap at the hole, while also slowly licking one finger off to the side so that it would be wet enough to enter Kurt without any pain.

Hands turning white while clutching the counter, Kurt was having one hell of a time trying not to move. The feelings that Blaine's tongue were evoking were truly overwhelming, but it felt like just the right side of too much. He finally pushed his ass back just a small bit, a low whine ripping out of his throat.

Blaine felt victorious when he heard the whine signaling that the angel was enjoying his ministrations, and smiled wickedly as he started thrusting his tongue in and out, mimicking the things he wanted to do with his cock. His wet tongue swirled around the puckered entrance, before once again thrusting as deep as he could inside Kurt's hole.

Kurt was starting to feel desperate and needy, and he needed so much more than was being handed to him. "More, please, please I need more of it." Kurt begged, knowing he sounded desperate, but also knowing that this was the most he had ever wanted anything. Suddenly, a finger protruded the small opening, and Kurt let out a low moan of pleasure. "Yeeees" he drug out as the finger started going in and out, swiftly changing angles with each thrust.

Blaine could not be happier at how wonderfully Kurt was responding to his tongue and finger, only hoping the reception would be this warm for his cock. He knew Kurt wanted it, but if he could just find that one spot that would make him- "OH my god againagainagainagain" Blaine smirked and obligingly hit it again, adding another finger. He was rewarded with a high keening noise as Kurt shoved his ass back against Blaine's fingers. Blaine knew the beautiful boy would not last long, and so reluctantly pulled his tongue out and moved Kurt so that he could see his face while he finger fucked him.

"Grab onto me, precious." Kurt panted heavily, resting his head on the Warbler's neck while he gasped and whined continuously over the sheer feeling of those wonderful fingers in his ass. It wasn't long before he let out a shout of warning, and felt the hero grab his chin roughly to make sure his face was in full view. With a final cry, Kurt came without his cock ever being touched, certain that one of Blaine's powers was the magic of his damn fingers.

"Absolutely fucking gorgeous, just like I knew you would be." Blaine stroked at Kurt's sides, petting him as he scooped him up to walk him back to the bedroom. "And just think what would have happened if that had been my cock." Blaine couldn't help whispering, certain that Kurt would be too blissed out to even hear him.

"Maybe- maybe we can do that later?" came the mumbled reply that Blaine was certain Kurt thought he had said in his head. But he wasn't complaining, because he could most definitely do that later. A hundred times, if at all necessary. But for now, he cuddled his beautiful boy is his arms, knowing that he would have time later to do what he wanted, because Kurt owed him one final favor for all the "rescuing" he had done on the way home last night.

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AN: I'm sorry that was shorter, but I promise promise the heavy duty actual sex will come next chapter and also tomorrow, most likely right after class. Cool? Cool.

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