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Blaine should have been home hours ago. Not that the man has a set schedule, but Kurt knows that it’s been consistent these last few months. The only time he hasn’t come back is when things go wrong. Something usually with his older brother, Cooper, since he believes that he should be in charge and not Blaine. Kurt doesn’t know much about it, prefers it that way, the less he knows, the better. It’s bad enough when Blaine comes home smiling and talking about how great business is going while throwing away silk shirts stained with someone else’s blood.
Those nights he takes Kurt hard, over any piece of furniture, sometimes not caring who else is around if he’s horny enough. The first time that happened, Kurt had been red for a whole week, so humiliated, and embarrassed, not able to look anyone but Blaine in the eye. Now, it’s slightly less mortifying, and he knows he has to be grateful because the guards around him 24/7 always tell him that it could be so much worse.
He’s allowed to walk around the huge house. Allowed to wear Blaine’s long sleeved button ups that are just barely long enough to cover his ass. Allowed his life, and not being tortured for hours on end. Not anymore, not ever again. He had been so thoughtless, so completely thoughtless, but that’s all over now.
The guards don’t seem to care that Blaine’s late. Watching some late night TV, phones out, guns ready if needed. They know Kurt won’t leave the room, they know his rules as well as their own. So they sit while Kurt paces, drinking tiny sips of water to try to calm himself.
It’s not that he’s worried, maybe a touch concerned because if Blaine’s in trouble than the protection he’s granted Kurt could end.
He tells himself it’s relief for his own life when Blaine comes in through the door. There’s no way it’s for Blaine’s concern, it can’t be.
His suit is clean, no blood, and his eyes don’t stray to the guards not once, looking right at Kurt, grinning, ‘did you wait up for me, dear?’ He puts down a suitcase, takes off his coat and blazer.
'Of course.' Kurt answers, he has to, unless he's been given express permission beforehand. Blaine takes his hand once he's kicked off his shoes, and pulls the boy down the hallway. 'Did something bad happen tonight?' It's been a long 8 months, he's no longer afraid of asking questions, even if he isn't sure he wants to know the answers.
Blaine locks their bedroom door once they enter. ‘Something right happened,’ he gives Kurt a gleeful grin and Kurt helps him out of his shirt. His hands quick at each button. When Blaine pulls the material away, Kurt tugs up the undershirt. ‘You’re a little anxious tonight,’ observes Blaine, making Kurt’s hands stop over the button on his pants.
'I missed you.' Direct, and looking right into Blaine's eyes. Kurt leans into Blaine's space, can feel Blaine getting hard, his own dick twitching with interest, and he lets himself be kissed. Blaine's mouth pressing hard against him, opening up his lips and slipping his tongue inside. He relents, taking everything that Blaine is giving him, offering himself up freely. There are hands sliding over his back, and Kurt doesn't remember when his own shirt got discarded, but he's completely naked, and Blaine's fingers begin to wander to his backside.
'You're not ready,' a bite to his bottom lip as Blaine's finger trails down his crack. Kurt can feel the lube from before, but it's gone dry, Blaine was late, and he had forgotten to reapply.
'I was, before, just gimme a sec,' he could do it now. It wouldn't take long, and he knows he could easily distract Blaine while he does it. Park himself down at his knees and take Blaine into his mouth while he fucks himself on his own fingers. It's nothing he hasn't done before.
Blaine starts kissing him again, teeth a little harder at his lip before he soothes it away with his tongue. His finger is rubbing at Kurt’s rim, thankfully not pressing inside, and Kurt doesn’t know what to do next. His own hands are working without his mind, unbutton, unzip, pushpushpush. He jerks at the feeling of Blaine’s cock sliding over his own, his body heating up in anticipation. ‘So desperate for it, aren’t you baby?’ Blaine pulls away from his mouth, whispering the words as he works a new hickey onto Kurt’s neck.
'I want you, Blaine. Want to put on a show for you, can watch me prep myself for you.' Dirty talk had never been something he's good at. He blushed so much when Blaine told him what to say, what Blaine had called him then, but now it's almost second nature, and he knows how Blaine expects him to respond.
Blaine’s hands find Kurt’s, and he walks Kurt backwards over to the end of the bed. The four poster bed frame is made with a darkened wood, sturdy and solid. ‘Turn around for me,’ directs Blaine. Kurt obeys, placing his hands over the frame, and spreads his legs. Blaine moves away from him for a second, and Kurt watches him grab the lube from where they stashed it under a pillow this morning. His hands linger over the night stand where there’s a few toys Blaine likes to use, but he doesn’t grab anything, bringing himself back to Kurt.
Dry fingers slide down his back like a warning. A click of the lube, and then cold wetness drips over his crack, Kurt bends forward a little, knows otherwise he’d be ordered to, and a small kiss gets placed on his shoulder. ‘Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?’ Blaine’s fingers trail through the mess, two fingers slicking themselves before slipping inside.
Even expecting it, Kurt still lets out a gasp, ducking his head to the frame. Blaine’s fingers are bigger than his own, and it was a few hours ago, so he’s not as ready for the intrusion. The fingers don’t wait, setting up a steady pace, in and out for just a handful or thrust before a third finger gets added. It’s too quick for Kurt, but the burn almost feels like pleasure and he lets out a moan, loud and reverberating across the room.
'Much better, you liked that didn't you?' Blaine's back at his ear, his other hand slinking around Kurt's waist, fingers wet with extra lube and he cups Kurt's balls as he finger fucks him. 'Don't know how a whore like you is still so tight.' Kurt whines, feeling his impending orgasm, and he's never gotten here so soon. His head is dizzy from how fast he's about to come, but right as he feels like he's about to, Blaine switches his grip to the base of his dick and squeezes, making small tutting noises as he removes his fingers.
The head of Blaine’s cock slips over his hole, not pressing in just yet, no matter how much Kurt’s hips are trying to drive backwards. ‘Blaine, please,’ he still feels on edge, lightheaded, and desperate. ‘Fuck me. Fill me up with your come. Claim me and make me yours!’ He’s a bit louder than usual. Body so warm now and burning where his and Blaine’s skin touches.
'You already are mine,' Blaine growls, hands hurting as they grab Kurt's sides, and barely a time to let out a breath as Blaine's cock thrusts itself all the way inside in one fluid motion. 'Fuck, Kurt,' he bites at the back of Kurt's neck, not letting Kurt get used to being so stretched before he pulls out and starts fucking him harder.
Kurt’s grip on the headboard is causing his skin to turn white. He lifts his head up, afraid he could get brain damage with how rough Blaine’s rocking into him. ‘All yours, Blaine.’ The words spill from his mouth, and Blaine’s hand starts stroking him again, right in time with the way he’s fucking Kurt.
'That's right,' Blaine starts, breathing heavy into Kurt's ear as his hips piston forward faster. 'This ass is only mine, your cock, your mouth, every inch of your skin. Fucking make sure you feel this tomorrow, won't even be able to sit down without thinking of me.' Blaine's hand on his cock starts to slow, sliding back around, and Kurt keens loudly, so close again, but without release. 'No, gonna come only from my cock. I know a trampy little whore like you can do it.'
Kurt braces his feet a bit better on the floor. He’s only been able to do this a few times. Blaine’s left him wanting a lot more. All he can do is give up just a little more, spreads his legs a bit wider, and Blaine’s cock slides in a bit more. ‘Fuck,’ he swears, feeling his prostate get slammed against. Can nearly taste Blaine’s grin as the boy starts getting rougher, the nails on his hips starting to dig in his skin. More marks to count later, but Kurt can’t think of that now.
'So good like this. Should just leave you chained up in bed. Plug you up with my come, and you'll always be ready for me to fuck. Would you enjoy that, Kurt? Being my life size sex toy? Could put a collar around your neck and get you a bedazzled leash.' Blaine's close now, jerking a little out of control, but hitting that spot inside him every time. Kurt's eyes have closed, and he can't help but picture everything Blaine's just said. It's nothing that he wants, but his dick doesn't seem to understand, so hard now that he could probably get off with one small touch. 'Kurt,' a pinch, right at his left nipple, and it's enough to set him off. He almost collapses, legs feeling weak, but somehow still up thanks to Blaine's order, and Blaine bites on his earlobe, laughing as he continues to thrust inside Kurt's oversensitive body.
It luckily doesn’t take much more, Blaine forces his neck to turn so they can kiss while he spills inside of Kurt’s ass, rocking into him through the aftershocks and finally pulling out. ‘Such a little slut,’ Blaine jokes, giggling and pulling away, but not giving Kurt permission to move from his spot. He’s back over to the drawer again, not wasting time to grab a butt plug and bringing it back to Kurt.
The silicon slides through the come that’s already starting to drip out of his hole. ‘Blaine, I-’ but Kurt stops himself. He’s not allowed to protest.
Blaine kisses his back, gentle and completely opposite as he thrusts the plug inside. ‘Keep it in all night, and we can have some fun in the morning. Now, lets go to sleep.’ Kurt doesn’t get much of a choice, Blaine pulls him along, forcing him under the covers and Kurt feels disgusting. There’s his own dried up come over his stomach, Blaine’s come and some lube around his inner thighs, ready to do the very same. Not to mention, his hole is sore, every move he makes jostles the plug, and Blaine’s hand is on his ass as they cuddle in close, playing with the base, making pleased happy sounds at Kurt’s distress. ‘Love you, Kurt,’ he kisses him, another soft and chaste kiss that is so surreal in this sort of atmosphere.
'I love you too, Blaine,' replies Kurt, even though he hopes he doesn't.