Kurt Elizabeth Hummel

beautiful-blaine:

Blaine bit his lip hard, pressing his face further into Kurt’s neck and consciously working to suppress his moans, trying to focus on the thought of Kurt fucking him later, Kurt letting him come later. It would be worth it once their guests were gone, he was sure. 

As Kurt teased the submissive mercilessly, he kept talking to Santana and Rachel quite calmly, his voice betraying nothing of his actions, though of course they could see his every move. He twisted the plug inside of Blaine for a while and kept his hand down the boy’s shorts for even longer, trailing his index finger around the younger boy’s stretched rim and even fondling his balls a bit.

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Blaine was almost asleep by the time Kurt’s fingers began to wander. His eyelids had been drooping, and his body had been lax, pressed against Kurt’s as he let the soft grayness of sleep slowly overtake him. But just as he was about to slip under, Kurt’s fingers brushed over the shape of his cock in his shorts, and he jolted to awareness, whimpering softly. He pressed his face further into Kurt’s neck, cheeks flushing a little at the thought of their company seeing what Kurt was doing to him. When Kurt’s fingers played at the crack of his ass he couldn’t help but let out a small, strangled moan. As Kurt continued with the teasing touches, he began to grow more and more desperate, his cock hard and straining in his pants, the plug pressing insistently at his walls, in deep, but not deep enough, not quite pressing at his prostate the way he needed. “Master…” He whined softly. 

Kurt softly sushed the submissive, “bahave, baby,” he whispered into Blaine’s ear, hot breath fanning over the side of his face, “if you’re good for me and keep silent I might let you come once our company has left.” They both knew that Kurt would be fucking him regardless but he didn’t have to allow the submissive to reach his orgasm. He had an extensive selection of cockrings to choose from, if Blaine wasn’t good enough for him then Kurt wouldn’t let him come until god knows when, maybe not until tomorrow and who knows how often the urge to fuck the submissive might strike him today.

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Blaine snuggled further into Kurt’s chest as the Dom reclined on the chair, humming happily when Kurt’s hand twisted into his curls. He let his eyes fall shut, his breathing deep and even as he cuddled with his master, tuning out the conversation the Doms were having almost completely, content to just snuggle in Kurt’s lap and be on display for his friends.

Kurt spoke to Santana and Rachel about nothing of consequence for a long while, occasionally sipping his drink and loving it when he started feeling the warm effects of the alcohol, rushing through his bloodstream. He made plans with Santana to let Blaine and Brittany meet up sometime in the near future and likewise he promised Rachel and Finn that they wouldn’t wait as long as the had last time until they met up again. All the while, Kurt held his submissive and occasionally leaned in to kiss the top of his head or some other spot he could reach. As time passed, Kurt grew bolder with his touches, brushing his fingers over the submissive’s cock or letting them play at the crack of his ass.

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Blaine’s eyes lit up when Kurt told him he was allowed to sit in his lap, and he hurried over there, curling up in Kurt’s lap with his legs tucked under him, his face tucked in toward Kurt’s neck. He was careful not to let his face touch Kurt’s skin or clothes, not wanting to cover his master in his own come. Blaine’s face burned a little more at the mere thought. 

Gingerly, he took the glass of alcohol from Kurt’s hand, bringing it to his lips and taking a tiny sip. Immediately he pulled a face at the unpleasant taste, putting the glass down on the arm of the chair and shaking his head a little. He didn’t understand why people enjoyed drinking alcohol if it all tasted like that.

Kurt’s smile widened when he saw the submissive’s reaction to being allowed to cuddle up in his master’s lap. He breathed a small laugh at the face he then pulled upon first tasting the alcohol and took a sip from his own glass, exhaling as he felt the liquid burning a pleasant trail down his throat. The Dominant closed his eyes and lay back against the chair, his free hand coming up to twine into Blaine’s curls simply out of habit. It was something that he knew soothed both of them. He couldn’t wait to wash the product out of the submissive’s hair, it was so much more fun to play with when it was in it’s natural state.

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Blaine swallowed, looking up at Kurt with wide eyes. Did he want some? He’d never had alcohol before. He had no idea how it would affect him. But he didn’t want to look like a coward, so he nodded tentatively. 

“Yes, please, master.” He said softly. 

Kurt nodded and poured a bit of alcohol into a glass for Blaine, about the same amount he poured for Finn. He wasn’t sure what the submissive was like when he was drunk but he didn’t want to find out around company. Plus, Blaine wasn’t likely to have tasted alcohol before and even a small amount could make him slightly tipsy.

He then poured some for Santana, Rachel and himself, passing out the glasses to all of the other people before he took his in one hand and Blaine’s in another, then walked over to take a seat in a large armchair. “You may curl up in my lap,” he told Blaine, smiling at him.

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When Kurt and the other Doms moved back to the sitting room, Blaine followed obediently, hanging his head, his cheeks flushing when he thought someone might be looking at his come-covered face. 

He bit his lip when Kurt went over to the liquor cabinet. He’d never experienced alcohol before, and had only ever heard horrible stories of it, of drunken doms pushing their subs too far, of alcoholic doms not being able to take care of their subs the way they needed… Needless to say, he was worried. He remained silent, though, going to stand by Kurt’s side near the liquor cabinet, ever the obedient sub. 

Santana was quick to reply, “Brittany doesn’t drink when there’s company around,” she shot the girl a look, “she has a slight tendency to take all of her clothes off and I have a slight problem with jealousy.” Kurt raised an eyebrow but nodded.

"Fair enough," he said, looking over to the other Dominant girl, bottle still in hand. Rachel smiled at him and told him to pour a tad for Finn but to mind that it wasn’t too much. Kurt did so and then turned to his own submissive, "would you like some?"

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beautiful-blaine:

Blaine knelt by the table for the remainder of the meal, keeping his head bowed and listening to his Dom make polite conversation with his guests, trying not to focus on the itch of Kurt’s come drying on his face as he did so. 

Desert had long since been finished and coffee had been brought out for those who requested it when people started to leave. Slowly, one by one, the group dwindled down to only Kurt, Santana, Rachel and their respective submissives. Kurt suggested they move the conversation away from the dining room and into the sitting room which they did; the distance caused by the table was quite uncomfortable.

Kurt wasted no time upon arriving in the sitting room but marched right up to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a lavishly decorated crystal bottle. “Who wants scotch and what subs are allowed to have some?”

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Blaine smiled into the kiss, continuing to smile when Kurt had pulled away and grinned down at him. He gazed up at his master lovingly, happy in the knowledge that he had a perfect dominant, that he was loved, cared for and safe, and most of all, that someone was finally proud of him, finally happy to say he was theirs. 

Kurt stroked his hand up Blaine’s neck, over his adam’s apple and past his chin when he pulled away to return to his desert and polite dinner conversation as if hadn’t just had his cock down his submissive’s throat whilst not even ten feet away from them. No one commented on the matter but Rachel was daring enough to shoot him a wink and lick her lips in a suggestive manner.

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Blaine broke into a huge grin when Kurt reached down to card a hand through his hair, telling him he loved him as he looked at him with pure adoration in his eyes. Blaine looked back with the same amount, if not more, adoration and love. For a second, it was like the rest of the world dropped away, and they were the only two people who mattered. Kurt was the only one who mattered to Blaine, at least. He didn’t care that they had guests anymore. He was completely focused on his master. 

“I love you, too, master.” He replied. “So, so much.”

Kurt nodded, smiling down at Blaine and then leaned in to graze his lips softly against the submissive’s, careful not to get any come on his own face. When he pulled away, he opened his eyes again and grinned down at the submissive, “good.” He then turned back to his plate and took another bite of his cake though the smile did not leave his face. He had a beautiful submissive who loved him and would one day become his husband, what more could he possibly want.

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Blaine blushed when Kurt told him, perfectly clear for everyone in the room to hear, that his come looked good on him. Did the other guests really need to hear Kurt say things like that? Blaine was grateful for the praise, he accepted it willingly, but did it need to be shared with their company? 

Blaine looked over when Kurt moaned, smiling when he saw the Dom with his fork in his mouth. It must have been delicious. Blaine froze, staring up at Kurt’s face, when Kurt got another bite and brought it down toward Blaine, not bringing it to his mouth immediately, but instead scooping some come off Blaine’s cheek and then bringing it to Blaine’s mouth. 

He opened his mouth readily, accepting the bite and chewing it, moaning a little at the combined taste of the chocolate and his master’s come. When he had swallowed, he licked his lips, looking up at Kurt with a grateful smile. 

Kurt smiled down at the submissive, bringing the fork back and putting it on the table next to his plate. Still, he didn’t remove his gaze from the beautiful boy before him. Blaine alway looked gorgeous but somehow he always managed to look about ten times better on his knees.

And for a moment, Kurt forgot that Blaine was being punished; the fact that they had company didn’t matter anymore. He reached out his hand and and ran it through Blaine’s hair, staring adoringly down at him. “I love you,” he said softly, “I love you so much, Blaine.”

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