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One would probably think that bondage with sex would be the last thing Blaine wanted after all that he'd been through, but his training at the brothel had sparked some fetishes in him he never imagined he'd have. Kurt tied him to the bed securely, kissing his wrists just below where the scarves knotted. He was naked, vulnerable and needy. He wanted Kurt and the amazing feelings that Kurt Hummel brought him. "You okay love?" his beloved asked sweetly.
Blaine just smiled. "I am more than okay," he said, staring up into Kurt's eyes. "Please, Kurt, I need to feel you all over."
Kurt lowered himself down Blaine's body, latching onto his chest with his mouth. When he sucked the skin below his right nipple, Blaine moaned; when Kurt actually took it into his mouth he near whimpered. It felt so good. Kurt felt so good. He liked the restraint; it made him feel oddly secure. He tugged against the bonds to find that they were tied expertly tight. He tried not to moan too much because of the thin walls of the room they shared. He didn't want Brittany and Santana, who also lived in their tiny two bedroom apartment, to hear.
Then Kurt started talking and he wasn't sure that he was going to manage the whole quiet sex thing. "You like touch so much, don't you Blaine?" he whispered, running his hands down Blaine's chest. Blaine arched into the touch. "Just a touch starved little boy, aren't you? Well, me too baby, me too."
He nipped at Blaine's shoulder, wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping it to hardness. "You like my mouth too," Kurt purred. "Want my mouth here?" He stroked him a few more times. Blaine pulled the restraints as he thrust several times. He couldn't even formulate a response without several strangled moans coming first.
"Please," he finally managed.
When Kurt finally gripped him, putting his mouth to the tip of his cock, it was the biggest relief ever. "God," he grunted out. Kurt smirked, a mischievous, nearly devilish smirk and then took in more of the length. He was incredibly good at blowjobs, given his training, but there was something more than the fact that Kurt was good. Kurt was his and all his and that was a great feeling. Nobody else would get to feel that mouth; no, it was all Blaine's.
It didn't take long for Kurt's talented tongue and well-practiced mouth to get him sweating and pulling against the restraints. He started to thrust his hips as much as he could without choking Kurt. That was an indication that he was on the edge. That was when his bastard boyfriend pulled off of him with an obscene sound. "I want to be in you when you come," he said pointedly.
Kurt made quick work prepping him, making sure not to stimulate too much. Blaine actually whined, unashamed of his actions. His opinion of Kurt as the root of all evil ended when Kurt tugged his jeans off, threw them aside in an uncharacteristic move and leaned forward, pressing the tip of his cock to Blaine's entrance. "C'mon Kurt, please," he whined, feeling absolutely helpless.
Kurt loved him and aside from the two weeks where Kurt was training him, he seemed to be absolutely incapable of denying Blaine what he wanted for too long. He wasn't a good tease because he couldn't deprive Blaine. He slowly sunk inside of him, making Blaine groan as each inch of Kurt filled him deeper and more thoroughly. Blaine had been a virgin when he was first taken to the brothel, but now he would classify himself as a bit of a slut. He loved being fucked. He loved fucking. He loved sex as long as Kurt (or Dave, he had to be fair) was involved.
Kurt rested against his chest for a minute, buried deep in his ass. "You look so beautiful like that Blaine," he whispered, before he started moving, running his hands down the curve of Blaine's chest. Kurt was always fascinated by Blaine's thicker, hairier body and rubbed and caressed at his chest, playing with his torso down to his abs. Kurt started thrusting in and out of him slowly at first. Blaine struggled against his bonds, meeting Kurt with each motion. He sighed satisfied as their lips met and the sex was mingled with frantic kissing.
"God-" he moaned but was cut off by Kurt plundering his mouth. Kurt placed one of his hands on the side of Blaine's face and just held him there. Blaine groaned. He was so turned on, so close and Kurt hadn't even touched his cock. Kurt just kept thrusting in and out of Blaine, bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm. Blaine bucked back and tried to thrust against Kurt's stomach.
"I'm close," Kurt muttered and it was only then that he started paying attention to Blaine's straining erection. He pumped it in time with his final thrusts, bringing himself over the edge. Kurt's orgasm face was the prettiest thing in the world. His eyes closed tightly, before his eyelashes started fluttering and he opened them again.
He stayed in Blaine for the few moments that he spent stroking him. When Blaine released, that was when Kurt finally felt he could pull out. He grabbed an old towel from the bedside drawer and wiped him off.
After a few moments that involved catching their breath, Blaine was just dying to put his arms around his boyfriend. He let out a little whine. "Can you untie me?" he asked. Kurt blinked a little, like he had not been thinking of that. He quickly moved to untie Blaine.
"Sorry sweetheart," he said. "My mind was just blown."
Blaine laughed very lightly and wrapped his sore, tired arms around Kurt's waist. "Your mind is blown?" he asked. "Imagine what I must be going through."
"Did you like that?" Kurt asked, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his nose. "It was so fun to do that for ourselves."
It was true. Sex was precious to the pair because it had been used in their lives as a commodity. They had been used as sex toys for the pleasure of others; now they were able to reclaim sex and intimacy as theirs. Blaine would not take that for granted for a single moment, especially when he knew that Kurt had lived much of his life as a sexual object. "That was wonderful, Kurt," he said softly. "It was so good."
They lay on their sides in silence, while Blaine engaged himself in one of his favorite pastimes: staring into Kurt's eyes. He could always get lost in that shimmering green blue color. His silent reverie was broken by a knock on the door. Kurt looked so comfortable that Blaine felt he had to get up. He got up, opening the door and staring at Santana. "Hi?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
She smiled in that sexy, devilish way of hers. "I took the quiet to mean that you were done. I just wanted to thank you boys."
"For what?"
"Brittany has a voyeuristic streak," she said, giggling. "She's so turned on now after the auditory show you two gave us. We're going to have fun. Which means do not disturb boys."
Behind him, Kurt laughed and Blaine felt the urge to laugh too. "Goodnight sweetheart," he said. "Aside from the bathroom Kurt and I don't plan to leave this bed."
"Deal, night." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before closing the door. He was glad that the girls got to reclaim sex for themselves too. It was a beautiful world.
"I love our friends."
With that, Blaine got back into bed. He cuddled up to Kurt who chuckled. "Blaine, I love life."