D/s!Klaine, because… nope, no reason at all. I just love me some D/s!Klaine.
Contains usage of safeword, but it's not actually a scene, or at least not a very intense one.
Punishment
It's a Saturday night. The lights are dimmed, the door is locked. The bedroom is mostly silent; the only sounds quivering in the air are soft whispers from the boy lying, face down, on the bed.
"Kurt," he pleads.
"No," the other boy replies, stroking Blaine's bare skin tenderly, pressing down every once in a while and massaging his sore muscles for a moment before moving on.
"I- I've been bad, you know I have."
Kurt leans down and kisses the top of Blaine's spine, gentle like a butterfly's wings fluttering.
Blaine's hands twitch; Kurt doesn't have to look to notice. He takes hold of one of them, soothingly rubbing his thumb against Blaine's wrist. "You've been nothing but good."
His tone grows panicky. "Punish me, Kurt! I deserve it!"
"No. You deserve my love," he murmurs, sucking kisses into Blaine's smooth skin, everything about him screaming calmness.
"Please, Kurt, I deserve to be punished!"
"No!" says Kurt, unwavering. "You will not be punished, you hear me? Never for something like this! I love you, Blaine. Stop it. Stop!" he commands and pushes back the urge to sink his teeth into Blaine's flesh.
"Please, Kurt, please..."
"No. I call the shots and I say no," he growls, clenching his hand around Blaine's wrist and shoulder.
Blaine's breath is erratic now, and he stutters a few indistinguishable words, "Uh-uh-uh-red!" he exclaims finally.
Kurt pulls back like he's been electrified by Blaine's skin. "What's wrong, baby?" Did he hurt him? He was gripping pretty strongly…
Blaine breathes deeply for several long moments. "Kurt," he chokes out. "I need punishment."
"I understand. But I can't give it I you, baby," he says, soft again. "You haven't done anything-"
"I have!"
"No, you haven't," Kurt assures. "I can't show you anything but love. I won't. Breathe, and we'll see what we can do instead."
Blaine breathes, and breathes, and breathes; he breathes so much he feels like a balloon about to pop, and then Kurt's hands return, the pads of his fingers slowly rubbing circles into Blaine's skin. Slowly, he exhales and allows himself to relax, even though his body still wants to tense with the expectation of a slap somewhere on his body.
"Are you more relaxed now?" Kurt murmurs.
"Y-yeah."
"Do you understand why I can't punish you?" he asks.
"No," Blaine answers stubbornly.
"Blaine."
"Yes."
Kurt kisses his neck. "Think, and tell me what you want, other than punishment."
Blaine breathes; exhales. He thinks. "Want-"
"Yes?"
"Just. Just fuck me like this for a while?"
Kurt nods against his back. "Is that what you want?"
"Not really."
"Then think," Kurt encourages with a hum.
He thinks again. He wants Kurt's hands, all over him. He wants to feel small against Kurt's broad chest, he wants to feel Kurt around him.
"Want you to hold me. And… and tie me up, or at least just my hands. Handcuff me and just hold me," he says in a quiet, pleading tone.
Kurt rolls him over, and his belly feels cold until Kurt rubs it with his warm hands; he rubs all over, comforting. "Alright. Hang on for a moment while I go grab the handcuffs-"
"No!" calls Blaine.
Kurt kisses him. "What's wrong?"
"Don't leave yet," says Blaine, grabbing Kurt's bicep.
"Shh," Kurt kisses the top of his head. "I won't," he promises. "I won't."