Completely and totally PWP. A little bit of D/s, but really nothing that serious.
Pleasure
Kurt is holding him down.
Ohgod Kurt is holding him down, so strong and sure and perfect, fucking him into the mattress and moaning lewdly, making Blaine's blood boil; he cries into the sheets, rocking back and forth to meet Kurt's strong thrusts. It's all so, so good, and he's already on the verge of coming.
Blaine groans. "Kurt, please- oh!"
"My good boy, Blaine, aren't you?"' he pants. "So beautiful for me, fucking yourself on my cock, wanting to come so bad…"
Kurt's hands are kneading his shoulders and neck, soothing but strong enough to keep his face against the bed and not let him move. He sinks lower, muscles relaxing the more aroused he is- Kurt uses that to his advantage and moves one of his hands to Blaine's hips, slamming his pliant body back against his own, grunting loudly.
"Tell me I can come, Kurt, so close, so close-" he begs, high-pitched and beautiful, making Kurt's heart swell proudly.
"Not yet, lovely, not yet- uh, yes! Move with me, baby, oh, ohh!" Kurt's hips spasm when Blaine pushes back as much as he can, heat coiling in his belly, ready to burst any second now.
"Wanna come for you, Kurt, oh-"
Kurt grips Blaine's hair and leans down to kiss under his ear. "Want you to come in my mouth, baby, think you can wait?"
Blaine just pants loudly, making short hah-hah-hah sounds.
"Wait for me come, hmm? And then I'll pull out and suck you, you want that?" he asks, his voice breaking each time his hips push forward into Blaine, one of his hands squeezing Blaine's hip and the other tugging at his hair.
"P-please," Blaine gasps, his voice rough and his throat raw.
"Yeah," moans Kurt, "gonna suck you off so hard, swallow you all up- ah, ah, ah!" he thrusts furiously fast, pounding into Blaine so quickly he thinks he might faint; it's all so breathtaking, Kurt everywhere around him, holding him and using him so well, making him curse and tremble.
When Kurt comes inside him with a shout, he has to hold his breath so he doesn't come as well; he ruts back against Kurt for a few seconds while he shivers behind him; Kurt recovers in no time and pulls out, making Blaine whine at the emptiness until he flips him over (god, Blaine loves how he can just manhandle him like that) and kisses him roughly.
"Come in my mouth," Kurt whispers, gripping Blaine's cock and lowering himself quickly- it's over as soon as Kurt's lips touch his hot skin, and he spills into Kurt's mouth, whining and yelling and gasping for air. The sensations that are flooding his body are almost too much, waves of pleasure rippling through him as he cries, grabbing at the sheets and shaking.
Kurt kisses slowly up his stomach, licking at sore spots (the way he knows exactly where they are makes Blaine think they're probably bruises now) and peaked nipples until he reaches a pair of soft lips and sinks into them.
"Thank you," Blaine murmurs, sleepy and sated; his entire body feels like it's made of jelly.
Kurt laughs and kisses him again, rolling over and pulling him on top of his chest. "My pleasure, baby."