Blaine had been disappointed when Kurt had received an important call during dinner, tearing him away from the kitchen table and the meal Blaine had worked on all afternoon. It was Kurt's day off, and he shouldn't have had to go in to work today, but the call had been an "emergency," and Kurt had apologized as profusely as he could while he ran through the house to change back out of his eveningwear and find the car keys.
"I'm so sorry, honey; I've just gotta go in," he said sadly, stuffing a handful of papers into his briefcase.
"You were gonna spend the night with me, though," Blaine frowned, unable to avoid the pang of being left behind when he'd been anticipating a night of cuddling and sex and whatever else he and his Dom decided to get into.
"I know," Kurt replied, "I won't be too long. I promise. Thank you so much for dinner, though," he said with a small smile, lifting Blaine's chin to peck him on the lips, "It was delicious, even if I didn't get to finish."
"I'm glad you liked it," he sighed.
"Hey," the Dom said softly, "I'll be back soon." Blaine's dejected expression didn't fade. "I love you," Kurt reminded. That did the trick, tugging the corners of Blaine's lips up into a small but genuine smile.
"I love you, too."
"Be good for me while I'm gone," Kurt instructed, adding a promise on the end with a one-handed squeeze to Blaine's hip, "I'll make it up to you tonight."
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It wasn't a daily rule, but Kurt would often text Blaine ahead of his commute back to the house, ordering his sub to, 'Wait for me,' and as long as Blaine wasn't in the middle of anything that required his immediate attention, like boiling water or food in the oven, he knew exactly what the three vague words meant.
Blaine kept his phone with him all evening, anticipating a message from Kurt. Three hours after he'd headed out the front door, Kurt sent Blaine a simple, 'Coming home now.' It wasn't their three keywords with an implied set of orders, but the sub decided it was fine to interpret it as such. The activity would give him something to do while Kurt made the drive, anyway.
He hurried to their bedroom to strip himself down, tossing his clothes into the laundry basket before grabbing his two essential items from the bedside table drawer. Spread out on his hands and knees on the mattress, Blaine made quick work of opening himself up with slick fingers. He performed the job as clinically as possible; this was to expedite his Dom's pleasure, not his own masturbatory desires. Being so well-practiced, it took virtually no time at all for Blaine to contently prepare himself. A minute later with a heavily-lubed plug tightly held in place, thick enough to get him ready for Kurt's cock, Blaine teetered off the bed and staggered on his way to the bathroom to wash his hands before circling back to the living room.
His favorite pillow from the couch was tossed down onto the hardwood, and Blaine settled comfortably on his knees, out in the middle of the floor, in perfect view of the entryway where Kurt would appear in approximately twenty minutes if traffic was light.
He passed the time by lazily stroking himself, his tiny, quiet sounds of arousal the only noise that could be heard, echoing back to him off the high ceiling overhead. Blaine was careful not to take himself too far to the edge, but he brought himself to full hardness, and then it was only a matter of sitting back and waiting for his Dom, his thoughts sexual enough to keep his cock alert without a single touch.
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Kurt's emergency call-in hadn't been nearly as much of an emergency as the intern had made it sound, but the situation had still been incredibly stressful. When he pulled into the driveway and wandered up the front sidewalk in the dark, all he could really think about was pulling Blaine into a relaxing bath with him. They could lounge for an hour or so, and he could kiss at Blaine's throat until his sub started moaning in that high-pitched way that made Kurt forget all of the less-pleasant aspects of his job.
As it turned out, however, Kurt only had to step through the door for every thought of panicking employees and a failing computer network to be completely zapped from his mind.
He walked past the man on the floor, paying him no mind while he set his briefcase down and loosened the top buttons on his shirt. He knew Blaine loved it when Kurt made him wait—when his Dom denied him, forcing him to be patient until he had permission to do otherwise. The control was intoxicating for both of them, and Kurt decided to draw it out a bit longer, heading into their bedroom to grab a cock ring from their ever-growing collection of toys. He took his time walking back out toward the entryway, finally pausing in front of Blaine and running a hand through his curls, permitting him to look up. His eyes were wide and a shade darker than usual, seeking Kurt's dominance with such an eager expression that it made Kurt's skin warm over.
"Your pretty cock's ready for me, I see," Kurt observed quietly, "I hope your ass is, too."
Blaine nodded slowly. "Always ready for you, Kurt."
"Stretched nice and wide?"
"Yes, Sir."
"All ready to ride your Dom's cock, honey?" Blaine's eyelids fluttered; he moaned. Kurt gave his curls a gentle tug, "Answer me. Words, Blaine."
"Yes, Sir," the sub breathed, "Please. I want to so bad."
"That's what I want to hear. Such a good boy," Kurt praised, "always so good for me. C'mon, up."
Blaine stumbled up onto his feet, and Kurt put a hand on his backside, holding him still while he slid the ring down into place, giving his sub's length an appreciative, teasing stroke. His free hand wandered down between the perfectly rounded cheeks of his ass, pushing against the plug for a brief moment. The stimulation forced a gasp out of Blaine's mouth, and his knees trembled dangerously as he leaned forward, nestled close to his Dom's chest. Kurt gave him a few moments to collect himself before ordering, "Bedroom," and he smirked as he watched his gorgeous, horny boy rush to obey, all but jogging into the room down the hall with his beautiful body on full display.
Kurt didn't waste any time removing his own clothes, tossing them to the floor without care as he followed. His pants and underwear were the first to go, leaving him bare enough to order, "Suck," which had Blaine down on his knees again within seconds, taking Kurt into his mouth while the Dom finished with the long row of buttons on his shirt, peeling the sleeves off his arms and relocating his hands into Blaine's hair.
The blowjob lasted just long enough for Kurt's length to harden, stretching Blaine's reddening lips as he fervently bobbed his head and hollowed his cheeks. When Kurt pulled him off, Blaine caught his breath, gasping, and the Dom stroked his cheeks. "Fuck, good, good boy, honey. Have I told you how much I love your mouth lately?"
"Yesterday morning, Sir," Blaine reminded with a smirk.
Kurt laughed, "Mmm, how could I have forgotten? Maybe I should have you wake me up like that every day."
"It'd be my honor, Sir," the sub said, clearly eager.
"We'll think about it," Kurt decided, "Up now, honey. On the bed. Plug out." Blaine obediently went over to the mattress, not bothering to get to his feet to cross the short distance, instead choosing to crawl, ass held teasingly up in the air for his Dom to watch. Kurt rolled his eyes, "You know you're a sexy little thing, don't you?" Blaine only gave an exaggerated shake of his hips in return, making his Dom laugh, "You suck."
"Your cock, yes."
"Don't be smart with me, Blaine Anderson," the Dom shot back, still grinning. Blaine gave Kurt an innocent look as he spread his legs, working his hand around to tug and twist at the base of the plug, "Sorry, Sir."
"Mhmm. I'm sure you are. Need any more lube?" he asked as he pulled the bottle from the drawer and popped open the cap.
"No, Sir."
"Good." Kurt spread a generous amount along his length and set the rest down near his alarm clock, joining Blaine on the bed and pulling him close for a hot kiss. The sub situated himself while Kurt sucked on his lips, moving forward and holding himself up as he hovered over Kurt's lap. The Dom held his cock still in one hand and guided Blaine with the other, moving him into position before pulling down on the edge of his hipbone.
Blaine's prepared ass took his Dom's cock with absolute ease, and Kurt pulled out of the kiss with a groan to murmur against Blaine's face, "Love how eager your gaping little hole always is for me, boy."
Sinking all the way down into Kurt's lap, Blaine closed his eyes and dropped his head down against Kurt's chest, adjusting to the full stretch and the ache of his own cock caused by the ring, tight and restrictive around the base. The Dom gave him a full minute to relax before giving his ass a light spank, more to produce the insistent sound of a slap than a desire to leave his skin stinging. "Fuck yourself on my cock."
"When do I get to come, Sir?"
"When you earn it." Another smack, "Get moving. Make your Dom feel good."
Blaine rocked his hips forward to tease, pecking Kurt on the lips as he took hold of his shoulders and hoisted himself up. The submissive started slow, sinking back down with a prolonged sigh, waiting for a moment, and lifting himself again, muscles clenched tight to give Kurt as much friction as he could provide. The Dom's head fell back against the headboard, and his hands tightened their grip on Blaine's hips, "Yes... Like that. Good boy, Blaine."
The gradual speed continued for several minutes. Blaine took his time to work Kurt up into a frenzy of desire, feeling his thighs begin to ache just enough to turn him on even further. The sub wasn't exactly into painplay, but when serving his Dom brought a bit of discomfort with it, it always satisfied him to be able to push through it and continue on, like he was proving his loyalty each time he forced himself up on sore muscles.
The Dom's moans were interrupted by a single command, "Faster."
"Yes, Sir." Blaine immediately obeyed from where he was gracefully poised, the head of his Dom's cock just inside his entrance. He dropped down with force this time, landing against Kurt's body and hearing their skin slap as it collided. With his Dom looking for a quicker pace, Blaine didn't waste any time in pulling back up, pistoning his hips. Kurt did what he could to assist his boy, biceps flexing as he helped work Blaine's weight up and down. They found a rhythm together, and Blaine plunged himself into it, focusing on Kurt's sounds of pleasure for minutes until the pain of his denied orgasm demanded his attention. There were only so many times Kurt's cock could brush his prostate before Blaine fell to begging, and he knew his Dom adored a good session of pleading for mercy.
"P-Please," he gasped.
"Please what? I don't know what you're asking for," Kurt teased, "Please restrain you? 'Please tie me to the bed, Sir?'"
"No, no—need to come. Please, please, Sir."
Kurt chuckled, fucking his hips up into Blaine as he sank down again, making his boy let out a garbled shout and another slew of pleading words, "Please! Sir, please, I'll do anything. I'll be good!"
"Don't come," the Dom ordered, fingers moving toward the ring. He forced Blaine to meet his eyes, hand firm on the side of his face, "Don't come until I tell you. Show me how obedient you are, boy. Understand?"
"I— F-Fuck. Yes, Sir, I'll t-try."
"You don't try, Blaine. You obey me." Kurt's voice left no room for argument.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
Kurt's skilled hands made short work of removing the ring while Blaine continued to ride him, hips never stopping their incessant movement. He whimpered as he fought to keep his body together, veins on his neck sticking out in such a tempting manner that Kurt couldn't resist the urge to lean in and trace them with his tongue.
"Pl-Please," Blaine's voice was drawn tight and thin, high-pitched like a squeal.
The Dom made him wait for another ten thrusts, counting in his head as Blaine dropped down. He knew how long he could keep his boy on the edge before he slipped, and the last thing Kurt wanted to do was present him with an impossible task. That would only lead to disappointment for Blaine, feeling that he'd failed, and that was not what he wanted tonight.
Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine's length, squeezing at the base and dragging his fist to the head, "Come, Blaine."
"Sir, please!"
"Yes, come for me, Blaine. C'mon, honey."
Blaine's rhythm collapsed into disarray, and Kurt took over, using his strength to push Blaine down onto his back, quickly scrambling to straddle over his hips. While the sub's muscles were trembling from use, Kurt's were fresh, and he pounded into Blaine without hesitation as soon as he was settled, finally feeling Blaine come undone beneath him. His hole clenched tight around Kurt's cock, and the Dom cried out, openmouthed against Blaine's shoulder, burying himself as completely as he could as he followed him into orgasm.
The submissive's arms wrapped gently around Kurt's back while they both panted for air, pulling him down against his heaving chest. "I love you, I love you so much."
"I love you too, honey," Kurt assured, brushing back Blaine's sweaty curls, "You did so well for me tonight."
Blaine basked. He grinned at Kurt with a prideful, grateful expression. "Thank you, Sir."
"You forgive me for running out on you earlier?"
"I love you," Blaine said simply, as if it was the answer to every question that could ever be asked, "Of course."
"Thank you. Mmm," Kurt lifted his head up from where he'd lowered it against the sub's shoulder, leaning in to give Blaine a slow, gentle kiss, "Let's go take a bath, hm? I can massage your poor, sore muscles, and maybe you'll get a blowjob before bedtime."
"Oh," Blaine moaned as his cock gave a valiant effort to start a second erection, "Yes, please, Sir."
