A/N: Yeah, well I told you to go to bed, didn't I? What, like...three, four hours ago? :D

Rating: Smut

He'd fantasised about this, about the different ways he could make this come true; experimenting with different types of knots and materials, testing which ones left friction burns, and which ones didn't, trying to work out a way to tie himself up.

Finally, he had to confess.

Blaine had said nothing, raising an eyebrow and just leaving the room.

Kurt had been left sitting on the edge of the couch, fidgeting as he waited for Blaine to come back.

Finally, almost an hour after Blaine had left, Kurt went looking for him.

Entering the bedroom, Kurt's gaze flitted over Blaine, stopping on the collection of scarves and ties laid out neatly on the end of the bed.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked breathlessly, nervously.

Blaine smirked.

"Strip."

Licking his lips nervously, Kurt obeyed, shuddering as he finally stood naked in front of Blaine.

"Which would you like...?" Blaine asked suggestively, trailed a hand over one of Kurt's many scarves.

"The...the blue ones." Kurt managed.

Blaine picked them up, raising an eyebrow.

"These?"

At Kurt's nod, Blaine's smirk grew.

"On the bed." He ordered.

Kurt hurried to obey, lying in the middle of the bed as he eyed Blaine nervously.

Blaine took his time, picking Kurt's hand up from where it rested at his side, caressing it slowly as he tied the scarf around his wrist. He tugged on it once to check the knot, tying the other end around the bed post.

Kurt's breath hitched as he fought the urge to fight the restraint, watching as Blaine repeated the procedure on his other arm, gripping the scarves in his hands and holding onto them, twisting his wrists.

"The black ones, on your ankles?" Blaine asked, one hand stroking Kurt's leg.

Kurt gulped, barely managing to nod as Blaine tied the soft material around his ankle, pulling his legs apart as he secured the restraint to the end of the bed.

Having finally finished tying Kurt to the bed, Blaine stood back and admired him, biting his lip consideringly.

It was almost right, but something seemed to be missing...

Blaine's eyes went back to Kurt's collection, now on the floor at the end of the bed.

His gaze lingered on one item in particular, his eyes lighting up.

Perfect.

His pulled it out of the pile, smoothing out the creases. Leaning over the bed, he pulled it gently over Kurt's eyes, tying a knot at the side of his head.

Kurt whimpered as the blindfold left him in darkness, and Blaine smirked.

"Shh." He soothed, running an appreciative hand down Kurt's side, making him shuddering, pulling at his restraints.

Kurt felt Blaine move away. He listened intently hearing the faint rustle that accompanied Blaine undressing himself, and whimpered again in anticipation, his mind filling itself with a variety of different scenarios – a different way this would play out.

Kurt tensed as Blaine lowered himself onto him, itching to wrap his arms around Blaine, but delighting in the restraints, his choices completely taken away from him.

When Blaine did nothing – merely nuzzling at his chest and humming quietly – Kurt spoke.

"B-Blaine?" he gasped, fighting the urge to rub up against him.

Blaine chuckled against his skin.

"Shh." He soothed again, kissing Kurt's chest.

Slowly, his fingers started to move across Kurt's skin, his lips tracing a similar pattern – teasing, tickling, pinching, soothing, nipping, kissing, licking – his way down Kurt's chest and stomach, up his arms, and down Kurt's legs until Kurt was a quivering mess underneath him gasping for breath as he begged.

"Blaine, please." Kurt gasped as Blaine's breath ghosted teasingly over his cock.

Kurt could practically feel Blaine grin, and suddenly his warm breath was gone. Everything was gone, and Kurt whined.

"Blaine?" he writhed on the bed, trying to find Blaine as his cock ached.

"God, Blaine please."

There was a small, dark, chuckle from somewhere Kurt couldn't pinpoint. He jerked around a bit before heaving a sigh and relaxing as much as the restraints let him.

But that's when Blaine attacked.

His warm, wet, mouth was suddenly on Kurt's cock, and it was tight, and sucking, and insistent and...

Kurt cried out, his hips jerking up into Blaine's mouth. Blaine took him as deep as he could, and Kurt could feel the back of Blaine's throat.

Kurt gave a little cry as Blaine's teeth grazed his cock, and then there was nothing.

Nothing.

"Blaine!" Kurt whimpered, and a hand stroked gently against his thigh.

"I just wanted a taste." Blaine rasped.

"Please." Kurt whispered. "Have all of it."

Blaine laughed. "You're adorable when you're like this." He continued to stroke his leg. "Begging and waiting and having no idea what I'm going to do next."

Kurt let out another cry as Blaine's hand was suddenly on his nipple – squeezing and rolling it between his fingers.

"And you wanted it." Blaine purred. "You wanted this. You asked for this."

Kurt mumbled an affirmative, whimpering slightly.

"God you're sexy." The hand left his thigh and trailed up his body.

"Thanks." Kurt panted, and he could hear that smirk again.

"Mmm...I just want to lie with you all day." Blaine purred.

"Please don't."

"Fine you needy bastard." Blaine sighed.

Kurt squirmed happily, trying to spread his legs further apart as he heard the pop of the lube bottle. Blaine chuckled and Kurt wiggled in anticipation – until he heard a little gasp from Blaine.

"Blaine?"

"Mmm?"

"What's going on?"

"Just wait." Blaine groaned.

"Hurry." Kurt moaned, his aching cock throbbing slightly.

Blaine grinned, and Kurt felt Blaine's legs on either side of his hips.

Suddenly, without warning, Blaine sunk down around Kurt with a sigh of ecstasy.

"Oh!" Kurt hissed, completely surprised.

Blaine laughed delightedly, working himself up and down. "Fooled you, didn't I?"

"Yeah." Kurt panted, bucking up as much as he could in time with Blaine. "Fooled me good."

"I don't get to bottom much." He offered as explanation.

"All you had to do was ask..." Kurt told him, gasping as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"You like bottoming too much for us to switch that often." Blaine told him, making Kurt gasp as Blaine claimed his mouth in a needy kiss.

Kurt's muscles twitched as he fought to free himself – to touch Blaine, but Blaine continued to ride him and Kurt cursed his great knot-tying ability.

"Untie me?" Kurt tried as a wave of pleasure coursed through him.

"Nope." Blaine whispered.

"Blaine..."

"You want this...you asked for this..." Blaine told him. "So this is what you're getting."

"But I want more."

Blaine chuckled. "Greedy bastard."

Kurt whined, but was cut off by a moan as Blaine shifted slightly, and Kurt felt himself hit Blaine's prostate. Blaine shuddered and quivered, rocking gently as Kurt struggled with his restraints.

Lifting himself, Blaine fell back down on Kurt's hips with a cry.

"Fuck!" he cried out, adjusting himself slightly, before repeating the process.

"Blaine..." Kurt bucked up and Blaine cried out in pleasure.

Finally – finally – Kurt's hand suddenly came free, but he didn't know what to do first. He still couldn't see.

He groped his way down his own body and Blaine let out a surprised gasp as Kurt grabbed his thigh.

"How'd you...?"

Blaine was cut off by the fact that Kurt's hand was now around his cock.

Blaine keened and slumped over himself, watching Kurt blindly pump his fist around his cock.

He was so close – so god damn close it hurt – and yet something was missing.

He whimpered a little as Kurt's thumb swept over the head of his cock.

"Come for me." Kurt whispered huskily.

Blaine's eyes squeezed shut – and that's when it happened – when he realised what was missing. He scrambled forward, reaching for the blindfold.

Kurt gasped as the light flooded in, and then their eyes locked and Blaine straightened up.

That was all it took –Blaine let out a gasp and came over Kurt's stomach, and Kurt followed soon after, still stroking Blaine through it.

Silently, Blaine shuddered and climbed off him, moaning quietly at the sudden emptiness.

"Fuck..." Kurt whispered, and Blaine smiled derpily as he cuddled into Kurt.

Kurt frowned. "I can't cuddle you properly." He struggled with the scarves and winced as they rubbed against his raw skin. "And it's hurting...and now I feel kind of awkward."

Blaine petted at his chest, shushing him gently.

"Blaine..."

"Shh."

Kurt frowned and used his free hand to try and untie his other hand, but it was no use. He started jerking his torso and patting Blaine, up to the point where Blaine couldn't fall asleep. With an annoyed grunt, Blaine reached up and fumbled with the ties.

"Hurry up." Kurt mumbled, worn out and tired.

"Mmm..." Blaine replied, finally getting Kurt's other hand free.

Together they worked on his ankles, before Blaine nestled on his chest again.

Kurt rubbed his wrists with a small frown, and Blaine reached up, grabbing one of his wrists and kissing it.

"You'll be okay." Blaine mumbled and closed his eyes.

Kurt smiled slightly and stroked his head.

"Blaine..."

"Mmm?"

Kurt grinned.

"We should do this again some time."

A/N: And this was one of the first ones written, I believe.