Kurt and Blaine walked out of the great hall side by side, Kurt not quite managing to keep the satisfied smile off his face. "I'll admit, that was possibly a little bit petty, but I'm afraid I just couldn't help myself," Kurt said with a grin to Blaine as they rounded the corner away from the festivities. "You won't tell on me will you?"
Blaine gave a small smile in response, ducking his head bashfully as if not quite sure how to respond to Kurt's jokes at the obvious expense of his master.
The hall they were walking down was lined with ornate sculptures from all across the globe, and Kurt stepped slightly closer to Blaine as they walked so that he could give the history of a couple of the more interesting pieces.
"The lion over there was a present from the realm of Isaria when my father became magical guardian. Personally I think a grizzly bear would have been better suited to my father, but I guess there's something undeniably regal about the lion that just can't be ignored."
Blaine chanced another shy smile up at the prince, and Kurt desperately wanted to loop an arm around the submissive's waist, draw him closer as they talked. But it seemed like far too big a gesture all at once - theirs had been a courtship of coy smiles and finger touches up until this point after all. So instead he settled for brushing just the tips of his fingers along Blaine's upper arm, all the way from shoulder to elbow, as he directed his attention elsewhere in the corridor, relishing the shiver of excitement that rushed through him at the not-entirely chaste gesture.
"And then this … thing over here was a gift from Korus. Honestly I have no idea what it's supposed to be; as if we needed any more proof that they dislike us, they go and send us that monstrosity." He turned to grin at Blaine - the petty rivalry between Aldern and Korus was a common butt of jokes throughout the realm - but Blaine's returning smile now seemed just that little bit forced, the twist of his mouth catching in a way that made him look like he was trying to figure something out.
Kurt gave a small frown, confused by Blaine's sudden reticence. It was so unlike the overtly flirtatious tone of their earlier conversations, and it had Kurt a little thrown. Before he had a chance to ask if anything was the matter, however, they arrived outside the heavy oak door at the end of the hallway. The door that marked the last boundary between the very public setting of the rest of the castle, and the privacy of Kurt's bedchambers. "Well, this is it," Kurt commented lightly, wholly aware of how awkward this had the potential to be. Step into my lair, oh submissive of mine, and let me ravage you. He desperately hoped Blaine didn't see it that way; talk about mortifying.
Brittany was already in Kurt's bedchambers when they entered, turning down the comforter on Kurt's great four-poster bed with quick, practiced motions. When she heard the door open she straightened up, nodding a quick curtsy toward the pair of them. "Just one moment, Your Royal Kurt, and I'll be all finished."
"That's okay, Brittany, I know we left the banquet a bit earlier than we probably should have; there's only so much public inter-mingling that even I can take." Kurt turned again toward Blaine, inviting him to share the joke, but Blaine's expression was now fixed somewhere between nervous apprehension and full-blown panic. His entire body was rigid as he waited in the doorway, hands clasped fiercely behind his back as if it was the only thing holding him together. Kurt felt his smile faltering, wondered if he had maybe done something wrong in the few minutes of small talk it had taken for them to reach his quarters. He crossed over to the table in the far corner where Brittany had already laid out some refreshments. "Would you like anything to drink, Blaine? Water? Wine?"
"No…" Blaine's voice came out scratchy, and he coughed to clear his throat before continuing. "No thank you, Sir."
Brittany looked up from where she was now bent, bundling her tools into a wicker basket as as she prepared to leave. "Is this your person, Your Royal Kurt?" She asked curiously, head tilted slightly sideways like an inquisitive deer.
Kurt gave a small smile. "Brittany I'd like to introduce you to Blaine Anderson, my new submissive. Blaine, this is Brittany Pierce."
"He's pretty, I like this one," Brittany danced over towards Blaine and gave him a big hug without warning. Kurt had to stifle a grin at Blaine's shocked face peeking over Brittany's shoulder. Lovely as Brittany was, her no-holds-barred personality sometimes did take some getting used to.
Taking a step backward Brittany held onto Blaine's shoulders as she looked him deep in the eyes, suddenly very serious. "I hope you take good care of Kurt, Mr. Blaine. He's very special to me."
Blaine's eyes went even wider, if that was even possible, and he stammered slightly. "I will do my very best to please His Royal Highness. I only hope I can…"
"Brittany enough, you're scaring him," Kurt interrupted, his voice nonetheless fond as he chided the serving girl, moving to shoo her out of his chambers. As she stepped outside the room he spoke again, this time much quieter so that only Brittany could hear him. "Please have the kitchen staff bring up some dessert from the banquet in a few hours. I feel like we may need the sustenance." He gave Brittany a little eyebrow wiggle that was most un-royal as she turned to leave, and her peals of laughter could be heard all the way down the hallway.
With a fond smile, he turned back toward Blaine, who had still not moved more than three paces inside the room. They were now less than a foot apart, and Kurt could feel his heart racing, just like it had been when they had been dancing earlier. He wanted nothing more than to step forward, to close the gap between them and take Blaine in his arms, finally find out if those gorgeous lips tasted as good as they looked…
But Blaine was still standing there looking nothing short of absolutely terrified, and no, that would simply not do. With a small sigh Kurt took a very deliberate step backward, before walking over to to sit in one of the chairs stationed around the table in the corner.
"Would you…" This time it was Kurt who had to pause to clear his throat. "Would you come over here for a second please, Blaine?" Kurt motioned towards the seat next to him, and silently Blaine crossed the room to join him. Instead of sitting in the spare chair though, Blaine sank to his knees in front of Kurt, head bowed and hands clasped delicately behind his back in the perfect submissive pose. Kurt couldn't help the heavy exhale of air that escaped him in appreciation.
"Oh my god, Blaine," he muttered lowly under his breath. He had wanted to have this conversation with them both sitting, as equals, but if Blaine felt more comfortable on his knees like that, then who was Kurt to argue, especially when the view was this good?
Kurt coughed once more, desperately trying to clear his throat of the hot, possessive bubble that had formed at the truly breathtaking sight in front of him. "Okay Blaine, so there are some things that I wanted to…"
But before Kurt could finish his sentence, before he could begin the all-important conversation he had been rehearsing in the back of his brain since they left the great hall, Blaine's head snapped up to meet Kurt's gaze. His hands unclasped from behind his back and started to sneak seductively up over Kurt's thighs, tracing over his hips before dipping underneath the rim of Kurt's tunic.
For a moment Kurt was shocked into complete and utter silence, his brain struggling to process anything further than Blaine's beautiful eyes, which were now looking up at him from his position of supplication on the floor. Then those wonderfully long, deft fingers started to tug at the lacing of his pants, and he was abruptly snapped back to reality. This wasn't Blaine feeling more comfortable in a position of submission while they talked, this was Blaine going through the motions of what he clearly thought was expected of him. This was Blaine acting out 'submission', and the realization was like a bucket of ice down Kurt's spine.
"Blaine, Blaine please stop," Kurt spluttered, his hands coming down to grab at Blaine's wrists and drawing them back out from underneath his garments. Instantly Blaine's expression was contrite, and he dipped his gaze to the floor, gathering his hands back in his lap when Kurt released them.
"I'm sorry if my actions displeased you, Sir." Blaine practically whispered, and the man kneeling in front of Kurt was so unlike the joyous, effervescent submissive Kurt had danced with earlier it made his heart practically bleed.
"Oh sweetheart, you haven't displeased me. Not at all. Blaine, please come and sit so we can talk for a moment." Kurt's voice was soothing, gentle as he nudged at Blaine's elbow, encouraging him to rise and take his place on the seat next to him. Blaine perched on the edge of the chair, hands still in his lap, still avoiding eye contact with the prince.
"Blaine, look at me." Kurt tried again tentatively, lacing his voice with just a hint of Domination. Blaine's eyes immediately snapped up to meet the prince's, and oh, there they were again, beautiful pools of honey. Kurt was pretty sure the sight would never fail to take his breath away, and he sincerely hoped Blaine offered him many, many years for him to test that theory.
"Blaine, do you not want to be here?" Kurt spoke softly, not wanting to spook Blaine but also needing to know without a shadow of a doubt that he was not using his position or his designation to take advantage. "I know...I know that legally you are my submissive now, but this doesn't have to be anything you don't want it to be. If you don't want ...that sort of relationship with me all you have to do is say the word. I can send for a page to show you back to your quarters right this second. Or even back to Sebastian's quarters if you would prefer?" Dear god he hoped Blaine didn't choose to go back to Sebastian tonight, not after how Kurt had seen him treat Blaine at the banquet. But if Blaine wanted to then Kurt would not stop him.
Blaine's brow furrowed slightly as he processed what Kurt was asking, and Kurt could have sworn he saw a flash of hurt flit across the submissive's oh-so expressive features. "Did … did I do something wrong, Your Royal Highness? Do you not desire my services any more?"
"Oh no, sweetheart, no it's not like that at all. Of course I want…" Kurt forced himself to pause before his mouth got away from him, and he ended up saying something completely inappropriate given the topic of conversation. "Blaine, you are not a commodity to be simply used and discarded, you have to know that. I desire you, my god you have no idea how much I desire you Blaine, but I want you, not some 'service' you think you are obligated to offer me." Blaine's expression was still abashed, but now there was a hint of confusion as well, and Kurt had a horrible feeling he was going about this all wrong.
"Blaine, you are gorgeous, and interesting, and amazing in so many ways. Of course I would like our relationship to include...that. But there's so much else I would like from you as well. I want your mind, and your humour, and that laugh of yours; honestly I think you have the most wonderful laugh on the planet. And I wouldn't half mind seeing some of those dance moves again either." He paused for a second as Blaine chuckled a weak laugh, not quite as forceful but just as beautiful as Kurt remembered. "I don't know what your experiences with Sebastian have been like up until now, but I would very much like to experience all sides of you, if you'll let me?"
Kurt briefly wondered whether he had misstepped bringing up Blaine's relationship with Sebastian, if mentioning Blaine's current master would make him retreat back into himself again, but Blaine simply gave him a shaky smile, the warmth creeping back up into his eyes as he watched Kurt almost reverently.
"Most importantly though, what I'm trying to say is that I don't expect anything of you, Blaine. This is Aldern, and slavery was outlawed many years ago. Just because you are my submissive doesn't mean you have to do anything you don't want to." Kurt caught himself wondering if this was an insecurity common amongst submissives in general, or if this was another one of Sebastian's outdated ideals laying siege to Blaine's beautiful consciousness. Kurt gave a small shudder at the idea. It was truly horrifying what some Dominants put their submissives through.
"I...want to." Blaine's voice was quiet, but it didn't waver. Kurt took a second to look deep into Blaine's eyes. He had to know that that he wasn't lying to him.
"Are you sure? Because Blaine, darling, you looked nothing short of petrified over there by the door." Kurt gave a small smile as he spoke, encouraging Blaine to open up to him about whatever it was that was clearly still bothering him.
"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness. I do want to be here, honestly I do." Blaine paused, brow furrowed as he took a moment to pick out his next words. "I'm just...I'm just scared I won't be able to please you. You're...you're the Crown Prince, and I'm just… well I'm just me. And what if I'm not good enough for you? What if I disappoint you?" Blaine clamped his mouth shut, as if scared he'd already said too much, and his eyes were wild as he forced himself to maintain eye contact with Kurt, his whole body practically humming with nervous energy.
Kurt paused for a long second, weighing up his options given Blaine's confession. Then slowly, without saying a word, he leaned forward, closing the gap between himself and Blaine inch by inch. When his lips were scant millimeters away from Blaine's he paused, giving the other boy every chance to move away if he wanted to. When Blaine didn't move he pressed forward oh-so lightly, so that their lips brushed together, just for a second, before he pulled away. His lips felt like they were pulsing with energy; he could feel every single point where his skin had touched Blaine's and he couldn't help bringing a hand up to trace along his own lips as he drew back, smiling slightly as he did so.
"I'm not worried about that in the slightest." Kurt's voice was fond, confident, and he allowed just a hint of Domination to slip into his words as he spoke."We'll go slow, work it out as we go along. But honestly, Blaine, I don't think you could disappoint me if you tried."
Blaine's nervous facade broke at that, and that dazzling smile spread once more across his features, warm and open and inviting. There, there was the man Kurt had danced with no more than an hour ago. It felt wonderful to have him back.
"Okay Blaine, I want you to strip. Clothes in a pile on the chair. A neat pile, Blaine. Then you may kneel for me." Kurt hadn't planned on undressing Blaine until after their discussion, had worried that it would set them on unequal footing right from the start. But that was before he had realized just how unequal Blaine already saw them as, just how frighteningly different Kurt's approach to Domination must be for the submissive. He needed to give Blaine an anchor, or else he risked him floating away entirely. As Blaine rose to standing, drawing his tunic up and over his head in calm, fluid motion before turning to fold it neatly on the chair next to him, Kurt could see his shoulders start to relax, his whole body turning supple as he followed the simple command.
Kurt waited patiently until Blaine was fully naked, then smiled in appreciation as Blaine folded himself once more into a kneeling position at Kurt's feet. "Good boy," he commented approvingly, enjoying the way the praise rippled through Blaine's body. Honestly, he couldn't believe he had thought for even one moment that Blaine's submissive act earlier had been the real thing - this, this was how a happy submissive was supposed to look.
"Okay, rules for tonight," Kurt said, settling back more comfortably in his chair. "One: I want absolute honesty from you at all times. No exceptions." He waited for Blaine to nod once before continuing. "Two: tonight, you call me Kurt. No sir's, no highnesses, just you and me, Kurt and Blaine. Can you do that for me?" Blaine paused for a second, brow crinkling in concentration as he thought it over.
"What happens if I forget, Kurt?" Kurt could see Blaine's mouth consciously shaping around his name, clumsily tacking onto the end of the sentence in order to test it out on his tongue.
"Then I will remind you, and we will move on. Which brings me to Rule Three: there will be no punishments tonight, no matter what happens. I want to get to know you tonight Blaine, which means anything goes. Of course, that won't always be the case, so you should probably make the most of it tonight." Kurt raised his eyebrow at Blaine, and was rewarded by a small giggle of laughter from his sub. Finally, they were both loosening up a little, settling just a bit more comfortably into this new dynamic of theirs.
"And lastly, Rule Four: If we do anything you're not comfortable with, anything at all, I want you to safeword. If there's something you need to process, or need time to get used to, I want you to safeword. Hell, if the tapestries on the wall are making you feel uneasy, I want you to safeword. I'm serious about this one Blaine; we have a separate slow-down safeword for a reason, and tonight I want you to err on the side of caution. I know you and Sebastian haven't used safewords much, or at all really, but I need you to promise you will use them with me tonight, or any other night, if you need to. Can you promise me that, Blaine?"
"I promise, Kurt." Blaine's voice was calm, relaxed. Kurt could practically see him slipping into the submissive mindset as Kurt listed off his commands for the night.
"Very good. Now I want you to go lie down on the bed for me, sweetheart, on your back. I'll be over in just a second."
Blaine nodded once, then gracefully rose to standing and made his way over to the four-poster bed. Kurt followed Blaine's progress across the room until he stopped in front of the bed, then he forced himself to draw his gaze away and back to the table in front of him. He breathed deeply, forcing himself to count slowly in his head to a hundred as his brain screamed at him to just skip everything from thirty-three to ninety-nine. As much as he wanted to just charge over there and simply devour Blaine - gorgeously naked Blaine, and what was the point of fifties anyway? - they both needed a chance to be alone before they were together. This was too important a moment for Kurt to risk it by moving too quickly.
Eventually, when he reached that all important hundred, Kurt stood up, and forced himself to slowly, oh so slowly, turn towards the bed.
And fuck, was that a sight to greet him.
Blaine was lying spread-eagle on top of the comforter, the warm tan of his skin complementing the deep maroon of a fabric underneath him beautifully. The color was high on his cheeks as he tilted his head to watch Kurt, eyes just a little glassy with anticipation.
"Beautiful," Kurt couldn't help whispering, and the corners of Blaine's lips twitched upwards in appreciation. Vocal then, Kurt made a mental note as he crossed the room towards the bed, towards Blaine.
Climbing up onto the mattress Kurt threw a leg over Blaine's form, settling down on top of his legs, just behind his cock. Blaine's breath stuttered softly as the fine silk of Kurt's hose rubbed against him, and Kurt could see Blaine's member swelling in anticipation. He wasn't the only one either; Kurt could feel his undergarments getting noticeably tighter as the took in and appreciated Blaine's naked form underneath him.
"Hands right above your head, Blaine sweetheart. I want both of them touching that headboard at all times."
Blaine arms immediately flew up to press against the firm mahogany, and Kurt didn't even try to suppress a groan of appreciation at the sub's lightning-fast reactions.
"Very good, Blaine. Now, I want you to talk to me, tell me everything. Tell me what it feels like when I do this…" Kurt paused to brush his fingertips feather-light up along Blaine's side, just grazing his left nipple before drawing away. A shudder tore through Blaine's body at the contact, and he let out a guttural moan.
"What was that? I can't hear you?" Kurt teased, fingers rippling out and over flesh once more, and there was that beautiful shudder again.
"Feels, feels good Sir, I mean … Kurt." Blaine stuttered out, breathing heavily as Kurt's fingers danced across his torso, index finger flicking out to rub circles around his right nipple.
"Come now Blaine, I think you can do better than that." Kurt chided softly, drawing the hard nub between his finger and thumb as Blaine gasped and arched into his touch.
"It's like…It's like I can feel you everywhere on me, but it's not enough. I want…" Blaine's mouth slammed shut, the blush furious against his cheeks as he looked wildly down at Kurt, as if nervous he had gone too far already.
"Tell me what you want, Blaine. I want to hear everything." Kurt commanded, voice low and controlling.
"I want, I want to feel…" Blaine's breath was coming in sharp, short pants, like his body was warring with what he wanted, and what he was able to admit to wanting.
"Shhh, easy there Blaine." Kurt soothed, fingers pinching just a little harder against Blaine's nipple to keep his focus.
"I want your lips on mine. Yes, please Kurt. It felt so good earlier. Please, please can I feel them again?" Blaine's eyes had slipped shut as he talked, and Kurt reached up to trace along Blaine's jaw.
"Eyes open, sweetheart. I want to see that beautiful gaze." He waited until Blaine's eyelashes fluttered open again before slowly leaning down, inch by inch, until he could press the softest of kisses against Blaine's lips.
Blaine gave a blissful sigh, and his whole body relaxed underneath Kurt's. Kurt took the opportunity to surge forward, his entire body pressed up against Blaine's as his tongue flicked out to taste Blaine. Almost immediately Blaine's lips parted in greeting, and Kurt lost no time in delving in, exploring the soft cavern of Blaine's inviting mouth.
Eventually he drew away, panting softly, eyes never leaving Blaine's as he straightened back up. Blaine's expression was so open, so honest, and Kurt could feel the affection swelling in his chest, threatening to burst right out of him.
"I'm going to show you a whole new side to Domination tonight, Blaine." Kurt promised as his hand slipped down to caress Blaine's balls, full and heavy against his legs. Blaine let out a soft whimper, squeezing his eyes shut and drawing his lower lip through his teeth. It was so plump so inviting, Kurt just wanted to lean down and bite it. So he did, wIth a soft scrape of teeth against moist flesh.
"Eyes on me, darling. I won't say it again." Blaine's eyes snapped open instantly, as if obeying Kurt's commands was as much a part of him as breathing. And all the time Kurt's deft fingers never stopped their gentle teasing of Blaine's balls.
"How does that feel, Blaine?" Kurt asked again as his hand moved north, forming a loose fist as he lightly rolled up and down Blaine's shaft.
"Oh...oh god. It's been so long," Blaine's voice was hoarse and desperate, and Kurt couldn't help grinning.
"So long since you last came?" He pressed, wanting, needing to hear more from that wonderfully ragged voice.
"So long since I had someone touch me...like that oh god." Blaine's voice cracked and rose an octave as Kurt tightened his grip, twisting around Blaine's crown in a motion he knew was a crowd-pleaser.
Kurt's gaze was positively wicked as he shuffled backward along Blaine's prone form, never breaking eye-contact as he slowly, deliberately leaned down to lick a long, dirty stripe all the way from the base of Blaine's dick right over the tip, point of his tongue just teasing at Blaine's slit.
"Sir!" Blaine's voice was laced with hysteria, and Kurt immediately sat back up, expression concerned.
"Sir...I mean Kurt, Sir...you can't…that's my job...you shouldn't have to..." Blaine stuttered out, the clear arousal coursing through his body at war with this new concern that clouded his eyes, and Kurt knew exactly what Blaine meant.
"Blaine." He interrupted calmly, and Blaine mouth slammed shut once again. Kurt waited a long moment, taking his time to fully make eye contact with Blaine before slowly leaning forward and pressing a soft, warm kiss to Blaine's slightly-parted lips. When he drew away Blaine was still looking stunned, but some of the tension had left his limbs, and his entire focus was fixated on Kurt, as if his very being hinged upon what his Dominant decided to do next.
"Blaine, what rules have I given you tonight?" Kurt asked, his tone brokering no room for discussion.
"Um, you told me to..." Blaine stammered, and Kurt quietened his babbling with a small shhh.
"Rule One, Blaine." He prompted firmly.
"Rule One...honesty. At all times." Blaine replied quietly.
"Very good. Now Rule Two."
"Rule Two… First names. Rule Three, safewords. Rule Four, no punishments." Kurt could see the knots of tension in Blaine's chest start to unwind as he recited out the given rules, relaxing as he followed the simple instruction from his Dom. "Hands on the headboard. Eye contact. Tell you everything."
"Very good Blaine." Kurt praised warmly. "Now tell me, which of those rules states that you have to pleasure me, and not the other way around?"
"Ummm…." Blaine stammered, expression confused.
"I told you I was going to show you a new side to Domination tonight, didn't I?" Kurt said, waiting for Blaine to give a small nod of assent before continuing. "Now I would very much like to taste that gorgeous looking cock of yours, and hear your beautiful voice tell me just how good it feels when I do. Your only 'job' tonight Blaine, is to open yourself up to me, and let me take care of you. Can you do that for me sweetheart?"
"Yes, Kurt," Blaine breathed softly, expression filled with something akin to wonder.
"Good boy," Kurt muttered warmly, before dipping his head and sinking his lips down onto Blaine's fully erect cock in one swift movement.
"Oh, oh my god," Blaine whined desperately, hips shuddering upward as Kurt engulfed him in the warm heat of his mouth. Kurt brought his hand up to splay firmly across Blaine's stomach, pressing the sub down into the mattress before slipping off his cock with a lewd pop.
"Remember Blaine, hands on that headboard, and tell me everything."
"It's, oh fuck. I don't remember it ever feeling like this before. I can feel your tongue, right, oh god right there there, yes, yes. And your mouth, it's like you're closing in on me from all sides." Blaine broke off, panting heavily as Kurt worked him over, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked, and licked, and used every trick he knew on Blaine's beautifully receptive cock.
"I...I'm getting close. Please, Kurt, not yet. I don't want this to be over, please." Blaine was babbling now, the pleas falling thick and fast from his lips as Kurt sped up his ministrations to match.
"Ah, ah, aaaah," Kurt could hear nails scrabbling against wood as Blaine's hands desperately sought purchase, and he loosened his lips, dragging the flat pad of his tongue up and along the thick vein on the underside of Blaine's shaft as he drew off his cock, letting the cool air rush in and replace the warm heat of his mouth against Blaine's now spit-slick skin.
Underneath him, Blaine looked thoroughly wrecked, eyes glassy and skin flushed, a thin sheen of sweat dusting his brow. Almost lazily, Kurt brought his hand up to slowly drag up and down Blaine's cock again, enjoying the full-body shudders the action elicited.
"Did that feel good, Blaine?" He prompted.
"Oh, oh god so good. I had forgotten…" Blaine's sentence cut off abruptly as a high whine ripped it's way out of him, his whole body arching up into Kurt's touch as the struggled to keep a lid on his rapidly approaching orgasm.
"Do you want to come, Blaine?" Kurt asked, eyes innocent as he started to speed up his stroking.
"Yes...oh, oh...please yes…" Blaine had to practically force the words out between his laboured breaths, and Kurt could see his whole body tensing up in preparation for what it clearly knew was coming next. But not quite yet, Kurt had decided.
"How much do you want to come?" He prompted again. "How much Blaine?"
"Please, please Kurt. I want to come for you, I want to be yours." Blaine's voice was utterly broken, completely debauched.
"You are mine, Blaine. So very perfectly mine. Okay darling, you may come whenever you're ready." Kurt offered his permission to Blaine like a gift, and within a matter of seconds Blaine was crying out, back arching up as his orgasm burst from him, covering his belly and torso with his milky-white release.
Kurt was still achingly hard in his briefs as he carefully rolled to the side and off Blaine, craning his body awkwardly to press a warm kiss to Blaine's lips while determinedly avoiding the mess on his chest (he was still fully clothed after all, and this outfit had taken months to prepare). But he found that it was more of a dull ache, secondary and complementary to the warmth he could feel in his chest as he took in Blaine's lax form in front of him. His desire to come was wholly overshadowed by his desire to care for his submissive, to make sure that when Blaine came back to himself he felt happy, and sated, and loved. That, that was what was most important to him in that moment
With a soft sigh he dragged his gaze away from Blaine, and focused on the basin on the other side of the room. With a flick of his wrist a square washcloth jumped up, doused itself in water, and then wrung itself out before making its way through the air to crumple delicately into Kurt's waiting hand. Blaine turned his head in response to the movement, expression slightly dopey as he smiled bashfully up at the prince. Kurt couldn't help but smile back as he tenderly wiped down Blaine's chest, fingers of his spare hand tracing across the damp skin as he worked.
"So beautiful," he muttered to himself, before placing the cloth on the bedside table so that he could draw his tunic over his head, and shuffle out of his pants.
When he was fully undressed he slid closer to Blaine. "You can move your hands now sweetheart," he whispered softly, leaning across to press a chaste kiss to Blaine's temple.
Slowly as if coming up out of a dream, Blaine's hands drew away from where they had still been pressed up against the headboard, and Kurt reached out to bring them into his lap, massaging at the wrists to encourage blood-flow after so long at what must have been an awkward angle. Blaine had never once complained though. He had been so obedient, so pliant, so completely perfect. As Kurt worked at soothing Blaine's tired limbs, Blaine twisted onto his side, curling into Kurt's warmth and tilting his head up to place a soft kiss to Kurt's cheek.
"Thank you," he whispered softly, the words slipping out alongside his breathing, more of a thought than an active statement.
Kurt smiled, muttering a soft "You're so very welcome, sweetheart," in response. But Blaine was already pillowing his head on Kurt's shoulder, slipping effortlessly into slumber as Kurt watched on, his heart swelling with warmth for the beautiful, breathtaking submissive sleeping softly in his arms.
On the other side of the castle, alone under the cold clutches of newly pressed sheets, Sebastian frantically fisted at his depressingly hard cock, eyes firmly squeezed shut as he tried to pretend that it was anything other than his own hand sliding up and down his shaft in quick, haphazard motions.
"That's it Blaine, just like that," he muttered to himself, trying to conjure up the image of his submissive in his head; kneeling between his knees as his hands ran over Sebastian's length. Or maybe bent over the side of the bed as Sebastian pounded into him from behind. The images in his brain were quick and fleeting, never staying in one form long enough for Sebastian to latch onto and fully enjoy. With a small sigh he sped up his movements, eager to sate his sexually frustrated body so that his tired brain could finally get some rest. It had been a long day, too long, and this was certainly not how he had envisaged it ending.
"One more word, Sebastian…" The Crown Prince's voice floated unbidden through Sebastian's brain, and he felt his entire body tense up at the memory. "...spend entirety of the banquet at my feet."
With a short cry Sebastian was coming, back arching up off the bed as his release bubbled up and over his fist, splattering down onto his chest in sharp, messy bursts. Panting heavily, Sebastian relaxed back down onto the mattress, taking in big gasps of air as his brain clamoured noisily against his skull, angrily demanding to be acknowledged in its hysteria.
What the hell had just happened?