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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel, Kurt_Hummel/Sebastian_Smythe, Blaine
      Anderson/Kurt_Hummel/Sebastian_Smythe
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel, Sebastian_Smythe, The_Warblers, Wes_(Glee),
      David_(Warbler), Nick_(Warbler), Jeff_(Glee), Thad_(Glee), Trent_(Glee),
      Hunter_Clarington
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Dom/sub, Alternate_Universe, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-29 Chapters: 9/9 Words: 30858
****** Dalton Sex Academy ******
by Sereko
Summary
     Kurt and Blaine are students at Dalton's Sex Academy for Boys, where
     young men are trained in the art of sex.
Notes
     Inspired by and dedicated to Amy - and liberally dosed with all her
     favorite kinks. Most of these chapters can be read as stand-alones,
     but there is a bit of an underlying narrative connecting them all.
***** Prologue *****
Kurt burst into the dorm room with a loud huff before collapsing backwards on
his bed. Blaine glanced up from his bed on the other side of the room and
nudged Nick so he could see around his back. “Bad assignment?”
"The worst!" Kurt growled, gripping his hair with both hands in frustration.
"The guy expected me to bottom, even though he signed a topping contract. I
know Mr. Walden wouldn’t have mixed that up. I’m not set to bottom until next
semester."
There was a loud moan off to his side and Kurt finally opened his eyes to turn
and see Nick and David sitting disheveled on Blaine’s bed, blocking his
roommate from view. Jeff, meanwhile, was on the floor with his head between
Nick’s parted thighs. “What’s going on here?”
Blaine shifted around Nick, squeezing against his headboard, until he was free
from his too full bed. “We’re helping Jeff with his BJ test tomorrow.” He said
as he approached his best friend.
"It’s a Level 3, no hands," David finished for Blaine when the other boy leaned
in for a deep kiss with Kurt.
No one was really an item at the academy. Coupling was banned to try to avoid
jealousy and in-fighting. Share and share alike was the motto of the school,
after all. But if there were any two students whom people would say showed more
affection than pure sexual desire for each other, it was Kurt and Blaine. He
watched with a fond smile as Blaine settled himself behind Kurt, his legs
bracketing the other boy, and started to massage his tense shoulders.
Nick moaned again to his right and David turned to ask, “Better?”
"Mmm, much," Nick breathed out. He clenched a fist against his thigh. No hands
literally meant no hands and Nick didn’t want to screw things up for his friend
by grabbing his head and face-fucking him. "That’s so good, baby. You got the-
unfh the suction down just right.” Jeff hummed appreciatively around him, which
only made Nick groan more.
"Where’s Seb?" Kurt questioned, his head lolling forward from Blaine’s
ministrations. "He never passes up a group study session."
"He was assigned last minute to Director Marshall," Blaine answered against his
ear. He continued down to press a kiss along his neck, taking a moment to dig
in deep as he kneaded Kurt’s back. "Thad backed out again."
Kurt’s eyes opened sharply at that, his blissed-out expression turning to one
of worry. “Again? But that’s the third time. Won’t Randall fail him now?”
"Hopefully not," David, who was Randall’s TA, supplied. "He knows Thad has
issues with bondage. He’s the one who told Thad he should specialize in Care
instead of Possession."
"But he didn’t want to be alone," Kurt murmured sadly. A ball of guilt settled
unpleasantly in his stomach. He had originally been slated to join Thad in
Care, mostly because of his natural inclination to mother people, until the
qualifying test had clearly shown his tendency toward dominance instead. Even
though he knew it wasn’t his fault, he still felt guilty for being one of the
reasons Thad fought against his natural abilities to pass the test for
Possession.
“And he wanted to be a Warbler.”
Kurt sighed. “The Canaries are good.” He giggled despite himself when Blaine
pinched his side in protest. “They are! We’re just a bit showier than them.”
"Damn right we are," Blaine confirmed before attacking Kurt’s neck with a
series of open-mouthed kisses.
"You’re excited tonight. Is it Jeff?" Kurt asked quietly so the boy in question
wouldn’t hear. Blaine hummed an affirmative against his skin, laving against
the muscle with his tongue and sidling closer so his hard-on pressed into the
cleft of Kurt’s ass.
Their blond friend was still rather furiously sucking Nick’s cock, twisting his
head side to side, and pulling against the silk that bound his hands behind his
back. Kurt had to admit it was a sight to behold. He felt the first tinglings
of arousal, but knew nothing would come of it after the tiring night he’d had.
“He always has such an effect on you.”
"He’s so eager,” Blaine said by way of explanation, then rubbed his hands down
Kurt’s thighs and raked his nails back up over his wool slacks. Kurt
immediately reached down to unbutton the offending article, pressing back into
Blaine’s naked chest. “I can’t do much tonight. Shall we get David?” Even as he
asked, Kurt waved the dark-skinned boy over who gave him a knowing smile before
standing up.
Blaine grumbled, cupping Kurt over his boxers as he thrust against his back.
Kurt moaned and let his head fall back onto his friend’s shoulder. But his cock
remained flaccid. “Really?” Blaine whined.
"Really. Sorry, baby, he went three rounds with me." Kurt reached up to pat
Blaine’s cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth in supplication. "Doesn’t mean
I can’t still play…" He grinned devilishly at David who was now right in front
of him and they both turned to pounce on their friend at the same time.
Blaine squawked as he fell back on the bed, two squirming bodies on top of him,
then smiled a thousand-watt smile. Study nights were the best.
***** The Classroom *****
Chapter Notes
     Additional warnings for this chapter: Body worship.
”Ugh, why do we have to take Body Worship again?” Sebastian groaned as they
entered the lecture hall after lunch. He waved away Kurt’s exasperated look. “I
know caring is important and all, even for Possessives, but can’t it be like a
one-off lesson instead of an entire semester?”
"Maybe you’re missing the point," their teacher Mrs. Cardinal reprimanded
behind him.
He quickly spun around, bowing his head respectfully. “Yes, of course, ma’am.
I’m sorry.”
"I think we should start the lesson with you. See if we can’t clear things up."
"I would honored, ma’am, but I’m in training this week." He gestured to the
leash he was holding which was connected to a standard training collar on a
naked brunet kneeling at his side. Sebastian leaned down slightly to pet
Ethan’s hair, his hand catching on the buckle of the ball gag in the other
boy’s mouth.
Mrs. Cardinal smiled at the sub, who had immediately touched his head to the
floor when she had arrived. “Ah, yes, of course. Do you have his papers?”
Sebastian was quick to produce Ethan’s training contract and evaluation forms
and handed them over. “We have another this week, too, I think. Aaron?” She
called out, walking quickly over to a tall blonde who was guiding a muscled
boy, naked but for the leather cuffs around his wrists, to the front row of
seats.
Sebastian continued into the room with Kurt, Ethan crawling obediently behind
them, and they both settled next to an already seated Blaine and Jeff.
After everyone arrived and roll-call was taken, Mrs. Cardinal began her
lecture. She covered in ever-increasing detail the many erogenous zones on the
male and female bodies for the first hour, then turned off the projector.
"Since some of you," she glanced pointedly at Sebastian, "seem confused as to
the importance that body worship can have in a sexual relationship, I think a
demonstration is in order. Kurt. Jeff."
Both boys immediately joined her at the front of the class. “Jeff, you know the
drill. Implementing the techniques you’ve learned so far this semester, try
your best to bring Kurt to the point of begging without actually initiating
orgasm. You may begin by undressing him as we’ve discussed.”
Jeff grinned impishly at his friend. He always loved when he got to perform.
Kurt rolled his eyes at him good-naturedly before hopping up onto the wooden
demonstration table.
It took a long five minutes for Jeff to completely divest Kurt of his clothes.
His fingers not quite catching the shirt buttons, which interrupted his
sensuality with bursts of frustration, and lingering a little too long on
Kurt’s calves as he stripped off his slacks. But Kurt was smiling and warm when
he finally leaned him down onto the table. 
Then it was another five of kissing him briefly on the mouth before moving down
to suck at his collarbone and worry bruises into his pecs. The second he caught
one of Kurt’s nipples between his teeth, the other boy was arching into him
with a needy mewl. But it wasn’t enough. He had to actually vocalize his
begging for Jeff to have succeeded.
So he slipped a hand down Kurt’s front and circled his hardening cock. After a
few strokes, Kurt was grasping at his shoulders and arching into him even more
insistently. Blaine’s words from earlier that week -he’s so eager- coming to
mind.
Jeff smiled, “That’ta boy.”
However, a minute later, his teacher was pulling him back by the collar of his
shirt and he was stumbling on shaky legs onto the hard floor. Kurt was panting,
his hands fisted on the table at his sides, his hips still thrusting up into
empty air. He keened in frustration, knowing he wasn’t allowed to come.
"Too fast and too quick to go directly to penile stimulation," Mrs. Cardinal
instructed Jeff. "The idea is to lather him with so much attention that he begs
you for release, not that you give him release before he begs." She pushed the
blonde back in the direction of his seat. "Here, Kurt," she then soothed while
handing him a cold bottle of water.
"Ok, Blaine, why don’t you try next." The boy immediately followed her summons,
despite the groans echoing around him. He ignored his peers, walking down the
stadium seating to the front of the class.
"Mrs. C, that’s not fair. He doesn’t even have to try!" One of them shouted
from the back.
Their teacher looked unimpressed. “Precisely, Daniel. Pay attention, you could
learn something.”
"It’s like cheating. They have crazy chemistry together," Jeff grumbled. When
Blaine passed by him, he threw out, "I warmed him up for you!"
Blaine grinned at his competitiveness. “Then I’ll just have to cool him back
down.”
When he reached the demonstration table, he looked to the teacher who was
smiling kindly at him. “If you will,” she gestured to his prone friend. “Kurt,
are you ready?”
The brunet popped open his eyes. His breathing had returned to normal and his
cock was now lying softly against his thigh. He recapped the water bottle and
placed it off the side and then rest his head back on the table. “Yes, ma’am.”
Blaine hitched one hip up onto the table, sitting sideways so his feet dangled
over the edge. He reached down hold one of Kurt’s hands and brought it up to
his mouth to press a gentle kiss to his knuckles. He let his lips drag from one
digit to the next, gazing down fondly at his friend. 
Kurt’s pupils were blown wide already, though Blaine wasn’t entirely sure that
wasn’t because he was still coming down from his high with Jeff. He kept his
gaze locked on the other boy as he turned his palm up to expose his wrist and
let his other hand slide down his forearm to play lightly at the soft spot
inside his elbow. When he craned his head down, nosing at the strong scent
lingering on the inside of Kurt’s wrist and then placing an open-mouthed kiss
there as if to drink it up, Kurt’s breath hitched loud enough for everyone to
hear.
Blaine twisted then and brought himself fully up onto the table. He let his
body hover over his friend, most of his weight resting on one knee in between
Kurt’s thighs. He leaned down slowly to capture Kurt’s mouth in a firm kiss.
Blaine took his time, slowly opening him up from just a slide of lips to the
touch of a tongue to a stroke along the roof of his mouth. Kurt moaned beneath
him, his fingers drifting up Blaine’s arms until they were entrenched in his
hair at the back of his neck. He wasn’t allowed to do much touching as the
receiving party, but he could do a little. And he couldn’t stop himself from
digging in and pulling a little on his tormentor’s curls when Blaine released
his mouth to suck at his earlobe.
"Oh God," he murmured, his feet kicking out as if that could rid himself of the
tingles shooting down his spine.
"Shh," Blaine cooed. "I’ve got you."
He ran his tongue flatly down the prominent vein in Kurt’s neck, swirling it in
the hollow of his collarbone before sucking the nearest patch of skin until it
was flush with blood. He shifted his hips up and away when Kurt tried to buck
up into him, but kept their thighs touching to help anchor the boy.
"Not yet, baby, not yet."
Kurt keened helplessly. His mouth opened with a pant and Blaine could tell he
was on the verge of freeing that magic word that would end this.
Jeff really had worked him up if he was already so close. Which meant he had to
slow things down again.
Blaine nuzzled against his neck and pressed their chests fully up against each
other. “Breathe. Just breathe.”
And Kurt did, feeling every point of contact of their skin as his lungs
expanded out and then a thrill of delicious weight when they contracted back
down again. It was a comfort instead of an excitement and after a few deep
breaths, he felt his hard-on softening again. He groaned in frustration and
tried to squirm up to find that much needed friction, but Blaine separated at
that exact moment.
Kurt had let his eyes slip closed and so was caught off guard when Blaine
returned for a soft kiss next. It was simple and easy with no hint of more, but
it was also precious and tender and warmed Kurt from the inside out. Their lips
seemed to float together for ages until Kurt forgot where he was or how much
time was left in the class period or if he had parts of himself other than his
lips. His hands had long ago slipped from Blaine’s hair to his broad shoulders,
but now they fell even further until they, like the rest of him, were loose and
pliant on the table.
On his next breath he let out a low sound that was almost a purr. Blaine moved
then, sliding his fingertips down Kurt’s chest just barely enough to raise the
tiny hairs on his belly. He let one hand continue down, quickly jumping past
his groin, to curl around the muscle of his thigh and knead the flesh there.
His tongue came out again, licking at the beaded sweat lined up on Kurt’s chest
like a trail of bread crumbs that led from his sternum, across the ridge of one
rib until Blaine was suddenly circling his left nipple with moist heat. He
flicked at the hardened nub teasingly.
Kurt gasped, his arms flying up suddenly to grip at Blaine’s biceps for
purchase. “Fuck,” he groaned when Blaine took the nipple into the cavern of his
mouth and suckled. His body arched up, not his hips like with Jeff, but his
chest as it ached for more delicious attention.
Blaine happily accommodated him. He left one nipple to lick the other, reaching
up to tweak the spit-slick one between his thumb and forefinger. Kurt’s
breathing started to become labored and his erection now very proudly stood up
away from his stomach.
The hand Blaine had on his thigh reached down to hook his knee and bring Kurt’s
leg up over his hip. He let his mouth slip from Kurt’s nipple to sit up and
skim kisses down his thigh instead. He traced his hand from the tips of Kurt’s
toes to the tender spot under his knee to the soft skin just below his cock,
following his hand with his mouth the entire time.
"So beautiful," he whispered, almost despite himself. Talking was allowed, but
today’s lesson had been about the power of physicality not compliments, so he
was doing his best to avoid them.
He sank down against Kurt’s stomach, his mouth and hands making the muscle
quiver. When he reached around to grasp one globe of Kurt’s perfectly formed
ass in his hand, the other boy finally lost it, thrusting upwards wantonly, his
loud moans turning to words.
"Yes, yes, please. Oh god, Blaine, please.”
"Please what?"
"Fuck me, suck me-ungh I don’t- anything, something, just please.”
Blaine craned his head around to arch an eyebrow at his teacher. She nodded,
telling him “well done” before signalling that he could finish. He turned back
around, ignoring Mrs. Cardinal’s recap to the other students on what he’d done
successfully and how they could repeat these important steps of foreplay on
their own, and finally gave Kurt what he was pleading for.
Their bodies slipped together as if they were one unit. It only took a few
strokes and little bit of Kurt rutting against Blaine’s own clothed cock before
the brunet was coming across his chest with a throaty groan.
"Thank you," he whispered mindlessly once he’d regained the power of speech.
Blaine just smiled fondly down at him, pecking him lightly on the lips.
"Anytime."
***** The Assignment *****
Chapter Notes
     Additional warnings for this chapter: Rough sex, dirty talk (or my
     attempt at it anyway), multiple penetration and, therefore, multiple
     partners.
Blaine blinked blearily across the crowded room at Kurt. He had just finished a
round with Wes, who had excused himself to the bathroom to clean the come off
his face, despite Blaine’s offer to lick it off. Wes was always very particular
about cleanliness. Now, with a few minutes to collect himself before going
again, Blaine lounged against Nick. The other boy was propped up behind him,
bearing both of their weights, and stroking a hand leisurely down Blaine’s
side.
Several feet away on an identical bed with gossamer white sheets, Sebastian was
pounding hard and fast into Kurt.
His best friend’s hands were tied to opposite ends of the wrought iron
headboard, gripping tightly to keep his balance. Sebastian was being
relentless, shoving him forward with each thrust so that Kurt had no choice but
to take Thad -who was standing at the head of the bed- deep into his throat.
"That’s it," Sebastian grunted. "Take it! Take it all, you greedy little
cockslut!" He slapped Kurt’s ass, obviously not for the first time as the
rounded flesh was already pink from abuse, and Kurt moaned loudly around Thad
at the pleasurable spark of pain that shot up his spine.
"You like that, don’t you, baby? You like it rough, like taking everything I
give you." Kurt moaned out an affirmative, pushing back on the next stroke
against his prostate. "Good, ‘cause here’s some more."
Sebastian angled up, gripping Kurt’s hips harshly in his hands and dragging him
higher, then started up a faster, more punishing rhythm. “Fuck, you feel so
good,” Sebastian panted. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed in bliss,
his hips stuttering so quickly he was barely pulling out an inch before driving
back into Kurt. “Ungh- you’re so open for me, just waiting for me to drill you
into the mattress. Is this what you wanted? To be filled to the brim with cock,
like a good little whore?”
It was a rhetorical question. Sebastian knew without looking that Kurt couldn’t
answer him even if he wanted to. The new angle and rhythm pushed his friend to
the hilt on Thad’s cock without any room to pull back. Just the thought of the
brunet being forced to swallow around the intrusion in his mouth and breathe
through his nose made Sebastian’s hips jerk out of control.
"Mmm- fuck!" He screamed as he came deep in his friend’s ass. He held Kurt
firmly to him, surely leaving finger-shaped bruises on his skin, as he road out
his orgasm. When the other boy mewled beneath him, he knew Thad had finished as
well and had freed up his mouth, which meant that Kurt was the only one left
unfulfilled.
He finally opened his eyes and glanced down at the debauched boy beneath him.
His wrists were an angry red where he’d pulled against the silk Dalton ties
restraining him. He was still wearing his starched white shirt, but it was
floating loosely around him and Sebastian knew there were claw marks down his
chest from earlier. His back was arched beautifully up at him, his bright red
ass constricting around his softening cock. Sebastian pulled out when he became
too sensitive and leaned forward to untie his friend.
Kurt was still keening beneath him, but now his hips began to thrust forward of
their own accord as well. The younger boy was panting, spit and come dribbling
out the side of his mouth, but he was past caring how wrecked he may have
looked. “Please,” he begged in a tattered voice. Sebastian’s dick twitched at
the sound and he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to get hard again if Kurt
kept begging.
Instead he eased the boy down onto the mattress, lying him on his back and
signaling to Thad to tend to him. He was always better at the aftercare anyway.
Thad nodded, kissing Sebastian sweetly, before leaning down to nuzzle against
the side of Kurt’s neck.
Kurt arched up. “Please, Thad, please.”
"Shh," The dark-haired boy soothed. He pressed a wet kiss to Kurt’s jaw and
then slipped down his writhing body to undo the cock ring keeping him prisoner.
Kurt had worn it like a champ for three rounds -he was the best of all of them
at being able to withstand orgasm denial- so, shortly after Thad removed the
constricting device, with just one warm stroke of his engorged, leaking cock,
he came with a shout across his stomach and the sheets around him.
Sebastian rearranged them so he was seated against the iron headboard and
Kurt’s torso was splayed out in his lap. “You were such a good boy, such a good
little slut.”
Kurt gazed up at him weakly, but his lips quirked into a small smile. After a
minute of letting his brain come back online, he looked down at Thad who was
tenderly cleaning the come off his stomach. “I think I’ll take that juice now,”
he rasped. Thad looked up with an eager smile.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." The smaller boy quickly bounded off the bed, nearly running into a
guest in his haste to get to the back room where all of their supplies were
hidden away.
Kurt spent the time while he waited for the boy to return reacquainting himself
with their surroundings.
The first thing he noticed was the couple furiously making out on the couch
nearby. Kurt allowed himself a self-satisfied grin, knowing that his
performance most-likely led to their passion. There were several more couples
spread around either on plush chairs or cushions on the floor. Plenty of others
were still dancing uninhibited in the large open space in front of the floor-
to-ceiling windows. Kurt could feel the deep base of the music thrumming up
through the bed.
There were discarded martini glasses on black oak side tables and dramatic,
thin white curtains blowing faintly in the wind from the open patio door.
Everything was monochromatic and sleek and modern and arranged around the two
focal points of the queen-sized beds placed on either end of the expansive
living room. The bar was still fueling people with alcohol and tiny, perfectly
crafted hors d’oeuvres. Kurt had had a few earlier and they were delectable. 
It was swanky and posh and expensive and every other word that meant “rich
bachelor who likes to show off his pretty things.” Kurt had been impressed at
the design scheme when they first showed up a few hours ago, but was even more
entranced now that the sun had set and tiny white lights had ignited around the
place adding an almost ethereal-like glow to everything.
There were at least a hundred guests milling about, but after his initial
sweep, Kurt’s eyes were immediately drawn past them to Blaine. When their gazes
locked, the other boy dipped his head with a sultry smile. It was a look of
promise and Kurt felt his cock twitch in anticipation.
They were due to rotate soon and Kurt couldn’t wait to join his best friend.
He’d been bottoming all night and he was eager to top. He didn’t mind either
way, really, they were trained to do both at school and even though Kurt wasn’t
slatted to start taking bottoming contracts for a few more months, it was
different when it was The Warblers. They had all gone every which way with each
other at this point, either as practical learning demonstrations in class or
during study session or even just because they were curious. They might have
strict rules when they were sent out on assignment, but they didn’t have to
follow those rules with each other.
And what an assignment this was. It was almost unheard of to do a full-day
engagement unless it was a student’s final test for graduation. But the client
had wanted underclassman, Warblers to be exact, ever since he’d seen them
perform at Regionals. He’d been immediately taken with their stage presence and
knew they’d be a perfect centerpieces to his 30th birthday party. 
He hadn’t given them many rules. The boys were told to do whatever they wanted
as long as it was sexual and provocative in nature and didn’t cross any of
their own hard limits. They could be as dirty or as vanilla as they wanted to
be. They just had to constantly be doing something for the full six hours.
"I want you boys to pace yourselves," Director Marshall had said to them before
sending them out. "This is an advanced assignment, quite a bit longer and more
intense than you’ve ever done. That’s why Mr. Walden will be with you the
entire time. He’ll be evaluating your performance, but mostly be keeping an eye
on your physical and mental health. If you need supplements, he’ll also have a
liquid aphrodisiac on hand."
The guests weren’t allowed to touch. Director Marshall had assured them of
that. The Warblers were meant as entertainment, a live art piece for the many
guests to enjoy visually, but not physically.
And now there were two hours left and after Thad returned with his supplement,
Kurt would be ready to finish out the night with Blaine and Wes.
"How are you feeling?" Sebastian asked from above him.
Kurt rolled his head so he could look up at his fellow Warbler. “Tired.
Boneless. Like I’ve never had so much sex in my life.”
"Are you sore? Do you need me to carry you over to the other bed?"
Kurt squinted his eyes curiously. It was rare for Sebastian to be so sweet,
especially after a rough scene. And especially when Kurt could feel him hard
beneath his back. “I’m a bit sore, but it’s the good kind. You seem ready to go
again, though.”
"Yeah, well, I started on the aphrodisiac the second we got here. Come on, up
you get." He pulled on Kurt’s arms and helped him to sit up, smirking when he
winced from the pressure on his ass. He guided the younger boy’s arms around
his neck and slipped off the bed first before hoisting Kurt into his arms.
Kurt leaned his head gratefully on Sebastian’s shoulder, enjoying the ride, and
placed a few kisses to his sweaty chest. When they arrived at the other bed,
Kurt reached down to Blaine with one hand and linked their fingers before
Sebastian lowered him down into his best friend’s embrace.
Just as Kurt was settling, the bed shifted abruptly beneath him. He looked up
in time to see Nick jump playfully at Sebastian, who caught him in surprise.
“Come on, tiger, it’s our turn.” He leaned forward to bite at Sebastian’s
earlobe and wrapped his legs tightly around the taller boy’s waist.
Sebastian barked out a laugh and made his way quickly back through the crowd
where Thad was waiting for them. Kurt was about to complain about not getting
his liquid refreshment when Wes appeared in front of him with a vial in his
hand. “Looking for something?”
"Thank god, you’re a life saver." He got up on his knees to down the drug in
one gulp. Immediately he could feel it burn down his throat like whiskey. It
lit him up from the inside out until he felt fully recharged and ready to take
on the world.
Wes captured his bright smile with an exuberant kiss. Kurt moaned into it,
having gone from sated to on fire in seconds. He let their tongues tangle and
wrapped his arms around Wes’s naturally tanned shoulders to pull their bodies
up against each other.
He wasn’t able to get too lost in the sensations though, because there was a
second tongue trailing up his spine and sending tendrils of pleasure along
every nerve ending it touched. Kurt arched, almost involuntarily, which brought
him up harder into Wes’s kiss.
And then Blaine was there fully, running his hands up Kurt’s thighs as he was
wont to do and pressing his chest up against him from behind so that Kurt was
the middle of a Warbler sandwich. Wes rocked them together. His length rubbed
along Kurt’s, the heads catching and making both boys groan into each other’s
mouths. Blaine’s hard-on slipped in between the globes of Kurt’s ass as he
started to follow their rhythm. It was still slick with lube and gaping open
from being fucked mercilessly by Sebastian and the head of Blaine’s cock
accidentally entered Kurt on their next stroke.
Kurt inhaled sharply at the feel of Blaine right there and pulled back from Wes
to catch his breath. He nearly whimpered when Blaine pulled out so he could
remain intergluteal instead of penetrative. He was still so very sensitive. The
aphrodisiac had helped to bring back his erection, but it did nothing to ease
the soreness he felt elsewhere.
Blaine shortened his thrusts to avoid pushing in again, as if knowing it would
be too much for his friend. He ran his hands down Kurt’s back to massage the
lingering sting from his backside and then just let Wes guide them all together
into a gentle climax.
He eased himself back onto the mattress afterward, pulling Kurt with him and
letting Wes curl into his side. He stared up into the stormy blue of his best
friend’s eyes, almost permanently dilated now that he was under the influence,
and allowed himself a brief moment of quiet doing nothing more than stroking
the strong edge of Kurt’s porcelain jaw. “Hey,” he breathed softly.
"Hey," Kurt whispered back. He leaned down for a slow, lingering kiss. "We’ve
got time for one more round. Wanna take it slow?"
"Mmmm." They kissed again, their lips opening against each other for a deeper
exploration. Wes joined them then and inched his head down to lav at one of
Blaine’s nipples. The curly-haired boy gasped, his hips snapping up into Kurt’s
until the brunet straddled him and pressed him back down into the mattress.
"I said slow," Kurt reprimanded. He slapped Blaine’s hip playfully and ordered
him to lift up so he could place a pillow underneath him. He pulled away from
another long kiss to reposition himself between Blaine’s spread open legs. He
was surprised to find something in his way, though, when he reached down to
press a finger in Blaine’s hole. His friend was already filled with a rather
large butt plug, and Kurt had to resist licking his lips at the way Blaine was
clenching around it.
"Courtesy of Nick," Wes explained as he continued to slither down Blaine’s
chest with teeth and tongue.
Kurt grinned impishly. “I knew I liked that boy for a reason.” He gripped the
end of the plug and slowly slid it out of his friend. It made a lewd popping
noise once it was finally removed and Kurt immediately replaced it with two of
his fingers before Blaine had a chance to do more than whine. His fingers slid
in effortlessly, but he scissored them experimentally anyway.
Blaine bucked beneath him, his legs slipping even further apart. “Please Kurt,
just fuck me already,” he groaned impatiently.
"Your wish is my command."
Kurt positioned himself and pushed in very gradually past the tight ring of
muscle. He didn’t have to take his time, he could have drilled into him in one
quick stroke considering how large the plug was that Nick had used, but he’d
been going fast and dirty all night and felt like easing them into the grand
finale.
So he pushed in inch by inch and pressed kisses to the side of Blaine’s chest
that Wes couldn’t reach. When he was in up to the hilt, he stayed there and
sucked a pattern along Blaine’s neck with his mouth, only starting to move
again when his friend tilted his head back and let out a keening wail. Even
then, he set up a rhythm of long, sure thrusts that set a slow burn low in his
belly.
It was gentle and easy, like a cool breeze after a hot summer day, and brought
all their pulses down from frantic highs to deep lows.
Blaine arched up for another kiss and bit Kurt’s lower lip when the boy shifted
his hips and finally brushed against his prostate. “Yes, right there.” His
voice was light and airy like the rest of him and Kurt caught it on an exhale
when he surged forward to seal their mouths together again.
And he did hit that spot again, and again, and again, until Blaine was shaking
beneath him and trying to fight his slow pace as he thrust up into Wes’s fist.
But Wes was keeping pace with Kurt, both with his nimble fingers around
Blaine’s cock and with his own erection as he humped against Blaine’s right
thigh.
They were in sync, just as they always were when they shuffle-stepped along
with their latest pop cover, and unsurprisingly they all reached their end
together as well. It was almost impossible to avoid, not that they wanted to,
but the second Blaine stuttered into Wes’s hand, he clenched hard around Kurt
who came just as Wes pressed one last time against Blaine’s thigh with a
throaty groan.
The three boys collapsed in a tangled heap, none too concerned if they looked
sexy enough in their post orgasmic haze to be entertaining centerpieces
anymore. At this point half the party-goers were either passed out or too drunk
to notice anyway.
The music had died down to easy listening and the loud chatter had turned into
quiet murmuring. Kurt wasn’t sure if they were supposed to wait for their
client to official release them for the night, but he couldn’t be bothered to
care. Mr. Walden would come get them when it was time to leave.
For now he just wanted to stay where he was, cuddled on Blaine’s left side, Wes
on his right, their legs intertwined and his palm pressed against his best
friend’s heart. He nudged the other boy’s chin with his nose and smiled when
Blaine responded by tightening his grip around his shoulders.
Best. Assignment. Ever.
***** The Dorms *****
Chapter Notes
     Additional warnings for this chapter: Some punishment-play and toys.
”Your eyelashes are inhuman,” Kurt murmured.
Blaine hummed noncommittally from beneath him. They were under the large oak on
the far side of the courtyard enjoying some summer sun filtering through the
leaves. He was on his back, eyes closed, soaking up a moment of peace in their
usually very active lives. Kurt was perpendicular to him, lying on his stomach
and staring down at his face.
"I mean it… it’s like you have mascara on, they’re so thick and long and…" Kurt
trailed off, continuing the description with his fingers instead. He gently ran
the pad of his forefinger against the delicate row of black curling up from
Blaine’s cheekbone. His friend smiled at the touch and so he continued on,
brushing along the ridge of his impressive eyebrows and down the swoop of his
nose. "Your skin is so soft…" He ran the backs of his knuckles against Blaine’s
cheek, stroking his temple with his thumb. "Except for right here," he added
when he reached Blaine’s chin, "where your scruff comes in. No matter how often
you shave, there’s always just a hint…"
Blaine smiled again. He knew of Kurt’s obsession with his facial hair. He
sometimes asked Blaine not to shave because he liked the feel of it scratching
against his inner thighs.
He wasn’t surprised when Kurt leaned down to kiss him, knowing his thoughts had
gone to that exact same place. He kept it lazy, not pushing up off the ground
or moving his arms to pull Kurt any closer, instead content to just lie there
and absorb everything Kurt was giving him.
Kissing was his favorite.
They weren’t allowed to do it very often, definitely not on assignment, and
maybe it was the rarity that always made it so special, but he loved the simple
feel of another’s lips pressing into his own. The way the flesh was so pliable
and sweet and generous and demanding and anything and everything he could ever
ask for. He purred happily against Kurt.
"Hey guys, might wanna break it up," came a familiar voice from above. Blaine
opened his eyes just as Kurt pulled away and they both looked up with twin
expressions of confusion at Trent.
Their close friend flicked his thumb behind him where Mrs. Cromwell was glaring
at them in disapproval from several yards away.
"Ugh, I hate that woman," Kurt groaned, but obediently rolled over and sat up.
"One measly little kiss-"
"And the hands," Trent added and Kurt was surprised to realize he had
interlocked one of his hands with Blaine’s. He quickly let go and removed his
hand from the other boy’s stomach with a friendly pat.
Blaine just laughed like it happened all the time, which it did, and sat up
himself. He glanced once more at their teacher and straightened when it looked
like she was headed in their direction. “Crap, we better go, unless we want
detention again.”
Kurt furiously shook his head. Trent slapped him on the back good-naturedly and
ribbed, “What? Didn’t like being strung up by your hands last time?” He knew
very well why Kurt wasn’t looking for a repeat performance and it involved the
Director, a whip and four visiting girls from Crawford Country Day.
"Oh shut up," Kurt bit back, but then quickly turned on his heel to head
towards the commons. Mrs. Cromwell was getting closer. "Let’s just get out of
here, okay?"
All three boys fled their spot under the tree, Trent unable to stop himself
from bowing his head respectfully at the vindictive old lady first, and made a
beeline for the nearest entrance to the commons.
"Speaking of detention," Blaine spoke up. "I hear Jeff’s in the lobby again."
Kurt turned sharply towards him, one eyebrow raised, “What did he do wrong this
time?”
"Mouthed off to a teacher…" Blaine was already grinning madly before he
finished speaking.
Kurt’s eyes sparked, as did Trent’s behind him. “Circle gag?” he asked
hopefully.
Blaine winked, then barked out a laugh when Kurt grabbed him by the arm and
started tugging him urgently in the direction of the main lobby.
———
The next day, Kurt munched happily on his salad at lunch. The rest of the
Warblers sat around him at their usual table in the cafeteria. Blaine was on
his right, Wes on his left and an infuriated Jeff sat directly across from him.
"You don’t have to look so damn smug," the blonde grumbled.
"Smug? Whatever do you mean?" Kurt batted his eyelashes, taking another
innocent bite of his lunch.
Jeff huffed, rolling his eyes. “I know you’ve been wanting to make me submit
since…”
"Since?" Kurt prompted. Blaine was hiding a smile behind his hand next to him
and shook his head when Jeff looked to him for help.
"Since I made you deep throat during our last fellatio seminar so I’d win the
solo auditions." The words were whisper-thin and Jeff admitted them with down-
turned eyes and red cheeks. It didn’t help that Wes was scowling at him as
well, still upset that Jeff had sabotaged a fellow Warbler right under his
nose.
Kurt nodded in acknowledgement. “Yes, indeed, not very gentlemanly of you at
all. But you’ve learned your lesson now, haven’t you?”
Jeff curled in on himself even more, seemingly trying to slip under the table
entirely. His detention the day before had almost been over when Kurt, Blaine
and Trent had burst into the lobby. Mr. Walden allowed Kurt to be the last to
go a round with Jeff before his detention ended for the day. He’d already been
there for an hour and half and his jaw was sore from being held open by the
open mouth gag, but Kurt hadn’t gone easy on him.
He had grabbed him by the hair, tugging him until he looked up at the dominant
boy. Kurt’s eyes were steely, yet his touch was tender as he dragged a finger
across Jeff’s stretched lips. There was no come or spit to be found, despite
Jeff being at the mercy of the entire student body for over an hour.
"Nothing left for me?" Kurt pouted playfully. He knew the real reason Jeff
looked so fresh-faced was because Mr. Walden was a very good mentor and most
likely made a point of cleaning the boy up in between services. Kurt dipped his
forefinger into his friend’s abused mouth anyway, stroking the tip of his
tongue and the inside of his cheek as if chasing the phantom evidence of Jeff’s
punishment.
He brought his finger back up to his own mouth, sucking it lewdly and savoring
his friend’s taste. “Too bad, I’ll just have to add some of my own instead.”
That was the last he said before pulling himself free of his pants, stroking
dryly a few times to bring himself to full hardness, and then plunging into
Jeff’s wide-open mouth in one swift stroke. Kurt entrenched both his hands in
Jeff’s blonde hair and set up a cruel rhythm that bumped up against the back of
the other boy’s throat with every thrust.
He probably could have come from that alone, but Mr. Walden called Jeff’s name
in a warning tone and then the blonde became active by licking around Kurt and
hollowing his cheeks out as best he could with the gag to add more pressure
around the dick in his mouth. On one particular stroke, he held his tongue hard
against the prominent vein on the underside of Kurt’s cock for the entire
length of it as he pulled out on a long stroke. With one more loose swirl
around the head, and a flattened swipe along the leaking slit, Kurt’s hips
stuttered and he buried himself completely until he was coming hard down the
back of Jeff’s throat.
It had been quick, but hard, and Jeff massaged his jaw in remembered pain. He
peeked up under his lashes at the boy across from him and answered, “Yes, sir.”
Kurt still seemed icy, but his cool demeanor quickly melted until he was
reaching out and patting Jeff’s hand on top of the table. “Oh god, I can’t stay
mad at that face.” He nudged Blaine in the side with his elbow when the boy
laughed. “Don’t you start! I know you’re the one that taught him those damned
adorable puppy-dog eyes.”
Blaine leaned in close, his breath hot against Kurt’s ear, his mischievous eyes
locked on Jeff, “Works every time.”
Kurt was interrupted from smacking him upside the head when Nick plopped down a
few seats over with an audible hiss. The boy looked almost feverish, his nails
immediately digging into the lip of the oak of the table where he gripped it
tightly.
"What’s wrong with him?" Kurt questioned out of the corner of his mouth to
Jeff, who always knew best what went on in Nick’s life.
Jeff’s face brightened and he shared a conspiratorial look with Thad who was
seated beside him. “David dared him to wear a vibrator all day long.”
"What?! Really?" Wes leaned in devilishly.
"It’s the kind with a remote."
They all turned as one and watched eagerly as David waved at them from the
other end of the table, then pressed a button on the small grey device in his
hand. The entire table burst into laughter when Nick jumped a mile high at the
sudden buzzing sensation.
———
Since it was a Friday, The Warblers threw an impromptu party that night in the
choir room. The Canaries were there as well, and a good chunk of the other
boarders, two of whom had sneaked in a keg and a handle of vodka. They did a
sufficient job of distracting the live-in professors and making things seem
less rowdy than they actually were, so the party stayed active up until the wee
hours of the morning.
They danced, they sang karaoke, they played strip poker and Truth-or-Dare, and
if anyone left the party without mussed hair, kiss-bruised lips or missing
clothing then they weren’t trying hard enough.
It was in the middle of Truth-or-Dare that Sebastian stood up and called for
the attention of the entire room. Once most people had turned in his direction,
the constant beat of music ever present in the background, he screamed out,
“SPIN-THE-BOTTLE!”
The room erupted in cheers. “If you want in, come join us in the center of the
room. If not, Wes’s bringing more beer and you’re free to keep dancing or doing
whatever else you like.”
More than a handful took Sebastian up on his offer, a mix of Warblers and
Canaries, boys and girls, Possessives and Caregivers.
Blaine and Kurt hurried to find a place in the circle. Kurt fell down with a
laugh against the foot of the couch when Jeff tried to trip him. He stretched
out his legs so Blaine could sit in between them and wrapped an arm around his
best friend to pull him back against his chest. 
Sebastian waited for everyone to gather, counting 15 brave souls from his spot
in the center of the circle, and then kicked things off. “Okay, looks like
we’ve got a few newbies tonight,” he winked at a blonde girl from Crawford
Country Day, who blushed prettily in response, “so I’m going to go over the
rules again. This is not your average game of Spin-the-Bottle. After you spin,
I pull a card and you have to do to your partner whatever is on that card. The
tasks are pretty tame… for us, but if you have any hard limits, there’s no
shame in asking for a different card. Just let me know!”
He clapped his hands together and rubbed them greedily. “All righty. As MC, I
go first.” He stepped back to join the circle and spun the empty beer bottle
lying on the floor. He landed on a different Crawford girl, this one with short
red hair, and pulled a card that said she had to remove all clothing above her
waist. When she stood up and started to lift off her top, Sebastian was quick
to stop her.
"No, darling. I get to do it to you, remember?" He smirked before getting up to
join her. She wasn’t wearing much, just a sequined tank-top and bright red bra,
but Sebastian made a show of stripping her. Sebastian made a show of
everything, after all.
She wasn’t as shy as her friend, who had covered her eyes and was giggling
madly, and sat back down with a confident smile despite her breasts being bared
for all to see. On her turn, she landed on David and had to oil up his entire
body.
After that, things started to get more interesting. Sebastian always stacked
the deck to try and lead everyone into things slowly.
David was asked to turn Blaine on without touching him, which didn’t take much
since watching the dark skin of the boy be massaged and kneaded as he was oiled
up had already sparked Blaine’s attention. So with a sly wink and a slow crawl
across the circle, David ran a hand down his slick body, pinched at his own
nipples and moaned in pleasure until there was a noticeable tent in Blaine’s
pants.
Blaine, breathing a little unsteady now, spun the bottle in Nick’s direction.
He glanced up at Sebastian, waiting for his command, and was relieved to hear
“Masturbate right now, in front of everyone.”
He returned to his place in Kurt’s lap, leaned his head back against the taller
boy’s shoulder and spread his legs so the outsides of his thighs were pressed
against the insides of Kurt’s. “This okay?” Blaine asked, looking up at his
friend.
Kurt huffed and nuzzled against the side of his neck. “Of course it is.”
Blaine smiled, then reached down to unzip his slacks and pull himself out from
his boxers. His cock was hard and flush and with one preliminary stroke already
leaking pre-come. He was so far gone already, he knew it wouldn’t take much, so
he closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the moment.
He used his own saliva to slick up one hand and mixed that with the drops of
come beading on the head of his cock. Then, he ran his hand down his shaft,
keeping his grip loose so he could pump back up quickly. He set up a rhythm,
stroking lightly at first and then tightly at random intervals until his hips
started to buck involuntarily.
He reached down with his other hand to fondle his balls, squeezing gently, as
he encircled the sensitive spot just under the head of his cock with his
stroking hand. He let his thumb rub over the slit and shivered as his nerves
exploded in arousal. He went back to his rhythm of up and down and up and down,
twisting here and there in that way that had him panting and eager for release.
Within minutes, with a final firm stroke, he was coming in spurts across his
button-down shirt.
Since he had landed on Nick, but had been given a solitary task, it was still
Nick’s turn to perform. Sebastian pulled the next card off the top of the deck
and called out, “Perform oral on an imaginary figure.”
Nick nodded, biting his lip in thought, and crawled to the center of the
circle. He didn’t notice the glint in David’s eye as he opened his mouth to
begin. He stuck his tongue out, curling it around to lick at open air, while at
the same time bobbing his head as if he actually had a dick in his mouth.
He was just starting to get into it, eyes closed and moaning as he lost himself
in fantasy, we he felt the vibrations in his ass. “Oohhh- AHHH!”
He spun around to face David, who was laughing so hard he’d folded in half.
"David! You can’t jus- arghhh, fuck!”
Nick collapsed forward on his hands and knees, rocking forward to relieve the
pressure building up in his ass. He’d completely forgotten about the vibrator,
hard as that may seem. He’d actually become accustomed to the feel of it inside
him since he’d been wearing it for almost ten hours straight. It had caused him
to come three times already, once in class -almost twice, but he’d ducked out
to the restroom just in time- and once in his room that afternoon. At this
point, he was so strung out and sensitive that he was on the verge of tears as
he came for a fourth time that day. 
David was next to him in an instant. “Shhh, baby, you’re done, you’re done.” He
helped Nick out of his pants and briefs and carefully slipped the well-loved
toy from his body.
While the two of them were cleaning up, Sebastian took control of the game to
allow Nick to rest and spun the bottle himself. That meant that it was his turn
again as well.
When he pulled the next card a wicked grin slid across his face. “69.”
The bottle had landed in Kurt and Blaine’s direction, so he approached the two
intertwined boys. “Which one of you do I get?”
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, sharing a silent conversation, then like
twins turned back to Sebastian. Kurt was the one that answered, his hands
suggestively stroking along Blaine’s body, “You get both of us, tiger. We’re a
package deal now.”
"Oh really?" Sebastian quirked an eyebrow, but dutifully started to strip down.
His partners followed suit, then laid down in the middle of the circle. They
pressed themselves together so they were fully connected from shoulder to hip
and Blaine rest his left leg over Kurt’s right so they curled into each other a
little and their cocks touched.
Sebastian carefully positioned himself over the top of them, his knees by their
shoulders and his hands on the floor beside their hips. He glanced around the
circle once, curious to see if anyone else found this combination as alluring
as he did, and smirked at the blonde from before who was staring at them slack-
jawed.
With his eyes still on her, he lowered down so he could lick at the heads of
both of his partners’ cocks. Blaine’s wasn’t fully hard yet and just kind of
resting against Kurt’s, which Sebastian used to his advantage as he took Kurt
into his mouth and stuck his tongue out to tease Blaine’s slit. It was a tight
squeeze and he didn’t have much of any maneuverability, but it was enough to
cause Blaine to jerk and stutter out a moan.
Sebastian let his eyes slipped closed then, moaning himself as Kurt and
Blaine’s tongues came up and around him from both sides. It was a coordinated
attack so that just as one pressed along the prominent vein on the underside of
his cock, the other was swirling around the head. He popped off of Kurt with
the need to breath -and scream- when they opened their mouths on either side of
him and sucked a simultaneous path from base to tip. “Fuck!”
Kurt arched up so his cock bumped against Sebastian’s chin. Sebastian quickly
got hold of himself and leaned back down to lick first along Kurt’s shaft and
then along Blaine. He sucked at each head, dragging his tongue along Blaine’s
slit like he knew he liked and then dropping down to suck at the thin skin of
Kurt’s balls like he liked. He did his best to pay equal attention to both
cocks, taking moments to fully encase one in his mouth and then popping over to
the other to do the same.
His speed quickened as his own pleasure spiked, though he knew it was doubtful
he could get them all to finish at the same time.
Blaine and Kurt’s mouths met at the head of his cock and they stayed there for
a while, kissing each other around it. It was messy and open and Sebastian
could imagine the spit dribbling down their cheeks as they did it, which only
turned him on more.
He groaned when one pulled away to let the other suck him, vibrations from the
noise echoing around Kurt’s cock that was in his mouth at the time. The other
boy started to thrust up into him. He was clearly further along than Blaine,
who’d already come once that night, and so Sebastian paid him more attention
until Kurt was coming across his face.
Sebastian closed his eyes at the sticky sensation and moved back down to lick
bits of Kurt’s come off of Blaine’s cock. As he feasted, the boys swapped
places around his own cock. He suddenly knew without looking that it was Blaine
taking him in now because of the way he slipped all the way down the boy’s
throat without a moment’s hesitation. Kurt was right there with him, though,
mouthing at Sebastian’s balls and sucking marks at the soft skin of his inner
thighs.
With a keening wail, Sebastian pulled off of Blaine to scream out his release.
Helpless to do anymore, he used his hand to finish Blaine off. He sucked the
head of Blaine’s dick into his mouth right at the end though and swallowed his
load, knowing there was already plenty of come decorating his face, he didn’t
need any more.
——
Blaine ducked out first of the Warblers. Cat-calls and jeering sounded at his
back as he exited the room, mostly his own friends calling him an old man for
not sticking around until the sun came up. But he was exhausted. It had been a
long week, in which he’d had three practical tests, and he was desperate for a
good night’s sleep.
By the time he got to his room, he didn’t even have the energy to wash up,
merely peeling off his remaining clothes and flopping face-first onto his bed.
He snuggled into his pillow and passed out within five minutes.
An hour later he was awakened to the feel of someone pressing into his back.
Correction, not someone, but someones. 
Blaine cracked an eye open and turned his head to see the blurry form of David
hovering over him.
David caught him looking and quickly stopped his fidgeting to situate himself
against Blaine’s right side. “Shhh,” he tried to soothe, but his drunken
version of a whisper was more like a shout. “Go’back sleep,” he drawled,
nuzzling down into the mattress, his head tucked in under Blaine’s armpit.
Blaine was too tired to care who the second person was laying on top of his
back and he couldn’t turn his head any further to find out so he just dropped
back down onto his pillow and closed his eyes once more.
Two hours after that he was woken up again by more shuffling. He groaned,
shifting enough to push David up against the bedroom wall and causing the boy
on top of him to slip to his other side so he could now take a full breath
again. But he still couldn’t turn his head around enough to see who was making
all the racket tripping over themselves as they tried to cross the pitch-black
room. So, instead, he just called out grouchily, “Shut up. Some of us are
trying to sleep.”
There was a shift of weight on the bed and the even breath of the boy on top of
him hitched as if he were about to wake up.
"Oh for Christ’s sake, just get in bed already before you wake everyone up."
"Well isn’t someone cranky," Jeff crabbed before finding a spot at the foot of
the bed with Nick.
“Jeff.”
"Ok, ok, sorry, sleep now."
About five hours after that, Blaine woke up again, but this time it wasn’t
because of another tipsy Warbler stumbling back from the party. No, this time
everyone was actually asleep… or well, mostly asleep.
He mashed his head into his pillow when he recognized the signs of someone
having a wet dream. He groaned, loudly, and screamed into his fluffy down,
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
This time he turned around fully, moving from his stomach to his side so he was
spooning David, then to almost lie on his back except that there were two other
boys now taking up the space where he had been and he couldn’t flip over
completely. He groaned again, but softly this time, since now he could see that
Kurt was the one who’d been lying on top of him all night.
He took a moment to admire his best friend’s pale skin and rich brown hair,
freeing a hand to brush a few loose strands from his temple. Blaine always
loved how innocent Kurt could look when he slept. All the tension and dominance
drained away to leave him looking completely at peace.
Well, until Thad’s wet dream grew in volume and Kurt’s perfectly manicured
eyebrows were scrunching together in the beginnings of wakefulness. Blaine
tried to reach around to smack Thad and make him stop his humping, but he
didn’t have the angle.
He was in luck, though, because he wasn’t the only one Thad had disturbed into
waking. Sebastian lifted his head up from the other side of the Warbler dog
pile and raised a disbelieving eyebrow at Blaine. “Is he seriously-?”
Blaine just nodded tiredly, resting his temple against Kurt’s and trying to
ease him back into sleep. Thad was squashed against his back, though, with Wes
underneath him and Nick over his legs and soon everyone was blinking into the
harsh light of day and moaning at the pain of their hangovers.
"Thad! Fucking wake up!" Sebastian called out. "Will someone just take care of
him please?"
"Why don’t you, Mr. Dom?" David grumbled. He moved so instead of being back-to-
back with Blaine, he was curled around his friend.
"I can’t reach. Jeff here decided to become a leech over the course of the
night and I could no sooner separate him from my body than I could find my way
back to my own damn bed where I can sleep in like any god-forsaken hungover
delinquent should be able to."
Nick sighed, rubbing his face furiously with one hand to try and wake himself
up more. “Geez, I’ll do it, okay?” He rolled to the side to get some leverage
and tugged Thad off of Wes into his arms. “Hey, baby,” he cooed. His voice was
deep and thick with sleep and he closed his eyes tiredly while he jacked off
his friend.
Thad came with a shout only a moment later and everyone groaned happily.
"Finally!" Sebastian griped, settling back into bed and wrapping his arms
tightly around Jeff as if he were a big teddy bear.
Thad blearily opened his eyes at the shout. He looked around at the mess of
Warblers around him, confused when they all stared back accusatory.
"What’s up, guys?" He asked cheerily, becoming only more confused when everyone
turned away with irritated moans and went back to sleep. "Guys?"
***** The Safeword *****
Chapter Notes
     The situation that resulted in the using of a safeword is not
     described in this chapter (it is mentioned in the next), so if that's
     a potential trigger, you should be fine. This chapter is all about
     aftercare - of a sort. :)
Mr. Walden opened the choir room door with a heavy heart. He knew it was an
inevitable part of the job, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. A
smattering of Warblers glanced up when he stepped into the room. “Hey boys,
sorry to interrupt,” he said sincerely.
Wes immediately broke away from the pack to approach him. “Not a problem, sir.
Do you need something?”
"I just brought Kurt back from assignment." He paused, the next words catching
in his throat. "He had to use his safeword and I-"
"He had to what? What happened?” Wed demanded. He had quite the fearsome
presence when he wanted it, especially when one of his own was threatened.
Mr. Walden just stared back at him patiently. “You know I can’t divulge that
kind of information. I just wanted to let you know because I’m sure he could
use a friend right now. Unless I should ask one of the boys in Care?”
Wes shook his head quickly. “No, no. I’m sorry, I know you can’t say more.
We’ll make sure he’s well taken care of.”
"Thank you." And with that the older man turned and headed back down the hall,
his heavy heart a little lighter.
After one deep, fortifying breath while Wes tried to rein in his panic, he
called out behind him, “Get Blaine. Now.”
——
While he had been initially panicked when the Warblers pulled him out of the
library with a cryptic explanation of Kurt in need, now as he approached his
dorm room he was quite calm. Kurt didn’t need him barging in demanding answers
and a play-by-play account. He needed peace. And security.
It was admittedly a little harder to keep it together, though, when his best
friend opened their bedroom door with red eyes and shaking shoulders. Kurt
tried to smile through his tears at the collection of friends all bunched
together behind Blaine, but he lost it the second his eyes caught hazel.
Blaine was quick to step forward and catch him up in a reassuring hug. He
pulled back just slightly when the dry sobs started.
“Hey, sweetie, hey there. You’re all right.” Blaine’s hands fluttered around
his face, not sure where to touch, to hold, to comfort. Kurt was breathing too
fast, almost hyperventilating. “What do you need? A Dom? A sub?” Blaine knew
he’d been sent out on a D/s assignment and thought that maybe it would help to
clear away what happened by performing in a positive scene. Possibly someone to
dominate him properly and make him feel safe. Or for him to assert his own
dominance on someone else and make him feel like he was in control again.
But Kurt was shaking his head, his eyes scrunched on the verge of tears again.
“Kurt, please, honey. What do you need?”
“You,” he choked out. A tear slipped down his cheek. He reached out with both
hands and grasped Blaine’s forearms tightly for support, then stepped forward
so he was in the curve of Blaine’s body. Their chests were a mere inch apart,
their noses and chins bumping together. “I just need you.”
Blaine deflated in relief. That he could do. He sealed the remaining space
between them and wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt’s shoulders. The taller
boy sank against him, burying his head in the crook of his neck and squeezing
around his waist.
The Warblers quietly shut the door behind them.
——
Several minutes later, Sebastian had Wes cornered against that same door. He
had been returning to his dorm when Thad told him the news and now he was ready
to tear down walls to make sure Kurt was okay.
“Let me in, Wesley.” But the head of the Warbler council held firm, not moving
from his spot in front of the door. “Damnit, you can’t say something like Kurt
safeworded and not expect me to want to see him.”
“Seb, I understand,” Wes said in that calm tone of his. Nothing ever seemed to
phase the man… which is probably why he was such a good leader. Sebastian
wished he didn’t respect him so damned much. “But he’s in there with Blaine-“
“Blaine?”
“Yes, and he-“
But Sebastian waved off any further explanation. “No, no, that’s good. I
thought he was alone. As long as Blaine’s there, he’ll be fine.” He stepped
back, raising both hands behind his head and taking a deep, calming breath.
Thad, standing nearby, laid a reassuring hand on his back.
——
Kurt sighed heavily and curled closer against Blaine. They were lying on his
bed, on top of the covers with most of their clothes still on, simply enjoying
each other’s presence. He knew he should talk about it, he even wanted to talk
about it, but all could remember was the look of disappointment on the Dom’s
face. He felt like such a failure.
He knew the importance of safewords. That they were a good and important part
of any D/s scene, especially when they went out on assignment with complete
strangers who didn’t know anything of their limits other than what was listed
in their contracts. But he had always felt such pride at never having needed to
use his. Tonight he broke his perfect streak and shame bubbled deep in his gut
knowing he could never take it back or start over.
"Don’t." Blaine’s voice was loud and strong above him and it knocked him out of
his pity party. "I know what you’re doing. Don’t you dare blame yourself."
"But, I-"
"No, no buts. You’re one of the strongest people I know, Kurt, and if you felt
you needed to use your safeword then I’m sure it was for a very good reason."
Blaine paused, gripping Kurt’s chin so they could look at each other. "And even
if it was just a moment’s hesitation, there is no shame in having said it."
Kurt held his gaze for another minute, soaking up Blaine’s reassurance, then he
ducked his head and burrowed closer into his best friend’s side.
Blaine clutched at his waist and readjusted them so the brunet was lying almost
completely on top of him. He wrapped his arms like steel bands around Kurt’s
back and whispered fiercely, “I love you. It pains me to see you go out on
assignment and not know if you’ll be treated well, but I’ll always be here when
you get back. Okay?”
"Okay."
"And I’ll always be here to remind you what feeling loved is like."
Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine’s chest through his shirt. “Yeah? How does that
feel again?” He felt Blaine’s chuckle in the vibrations against his cheek. He
propped himself up to stare down at his friend, playing with the curls at his
temple with one hand, but then giggled when Blaine growled and flipped them
over.
"Let me show you."
Blaine’s mouth was on his in an instant, cutting off another giggle. He sighed
into the kiss and let his fear and anxiety from the events earlier that night
start to slip away. He pressed harder against Blaine when he felt a reluctant
memory try to surge up, but the other boy seemed to know what he needed and
urged him into an opened mouth kiss with the tip of his tongue.
They melted together, sharing breath and taste, until Kurt couldn’t separate
the two of them in his mind. He bucked up involuntarily when Blaine’s tongue
invaded his mouth and licked along the roof of it. Blaine’s body moved with
him, not pulling away from his hips, but not adding any additional pressure
either. With one final lick along Kurt’s bottom lip, he pulled away to sit back
on his knees.
Kurt tried to chase him up, using both elbows on the bed as support, but was
cut-off from his friend’s cherry red lips when he pulled his shirt up and over
his head. He reached towards Kurt next, undoing the knot of his tie and deftly
unbuttoning his shirt until both of their torsos were bared to each other.
Kurt expected him to move on to their pants next, but Blaine took a moment to
appreciate the view first. He laid one hand solidly against Kurt’s heart,
letting the heat from his hand seep into Kurt’s skin and feeling the thump of
his wild pulse. His eyes trailed so thoroughly across the brunet that Kurt
imagined he could feel it like a stroke of fire moving from pec to sternum to
belly button. He sucked in a breath as his arousal spiked.
Blaine leaned in to follow the trail of his eyes with his tongue and when he
swirled around a hardening nipple, Kurt bucked up beneath him once more. Since
he was essentially pinning Kurt’s hips with the way he was straddling them, the
move rubbed their clothed erections together and both boys moaned at the
sensation. Blaine continued laving attention on the nipple, flicking the tip of
it maddeningly, before moving on to the hollow of Kurt’s clavicle. He sucked
the ridge of the bone, marking the thin skin almost instantly, and continued
sucking kisses along Kurt’s strained neck.
When he reached Kurt’s pulse point and latched on to suck and swirl and nibble
on the tender skin, Kurt keened loudly and shifted his weight so he could grab
at the back of Blaine’s head with one hand to keep him in place. “Yes, yes.”
After ensuring he left quite an impressive hickey, Blaine nosed along Kurt’s
jaw to bite at his earlobe. “You taste so amazing. I could lick you from head
to toe.”
Kurt smiled through a breathy laugh. “I’m fine with that plan.” He immediately
let go of Blaine and reached down and unbutton his pants. With a few quick
moves and changed angles, they managed to divest themselves of the rest of
their clothing and slip under the cool cotton of Kurt’s sheets.
Blaine covered him, allowing every inch of their bodies to press together. He
made sure not to squash his best friend, but he wanted him to feel the security
of his weight. “I love you,” he confessed in Kurt’s ear for the second time
that night. “Every part of you is perfect.” He placed a kiss at Kurt’s temple.
“Your mind.” He shimmied down a bit to press another kiss on Kurt’s chest.
“Your heart.” Then he slipped down further until he was kneeling between Kurt’s
legs. He pressed yet another kiss to the base of Kurt’s cock, peppering a
string of them up the length of it until he was at the head. “Your body.”
Kurt sighed when Blaine sank back down and took him into his mouth. He stayed
shallow at first, laving at the precome with his tongue and allowing his lips
to stretch around the girth as he began to go deeper and deeper with every bob.
Kurt grabbed the sheets in both hands as Blaine worked on sucking him off. He
felt weightless, euphoric, like he was floating in a sea of pleasure and would
be lucky not to drown in it. “B-Blaine,” he gasped when the other boy fondled
his balls. “I’m gonna- you have to- too early-“
"Shh, honey," Blaine cooed, popping off Kurt for just a moment. "We have plenty
of time for more." And with that he sank back down, taking Kurt all the way
down his throat and swallowing around him to help get him off. He held his
friend’s hips secure with both hands when he started thrusting and writhing
beneath him.
"Fuck, Blaine, oh god- ahhh”
Knowing he was close, Blaine increased his rhythm and curled one hand around to
brush at his perineum.
"Oh g- unngh- Blaaaaaine!" Kurt shouted as he came in spurts down the other
boy’s throat.
After drinking his fill and licking away all that he could from Kurt’s
softening cock, Blaine moved back up the bed to share the taste with his
friend. The kiss was loose and messy considering how out of it Kurt was, but he
still moaned at the slightly salty taste on his tongue.
"I thought you were going to fuck me," Kurt panted, his eyes closed in bliss.
Blaine bit his shoulder, making him yelp in surprise. “No, tonight isn’t about
fucking. It’s about making love.” And somehow, despite how corny the words
were, Kurt’s eyes welled with sudden tears. They were surrounded by sex every
day and asked to do some truly bizarre, sometimes truly frightening things, and
yet Blaine could still look at Kurt and say the word love. And mean it.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck tightly, nuzzling against him as a
tear or two leaked out from his clenched eyes. “I love you too, you know.”
Blaine hummed, rolling to his side so he could hug Kurt back. They stayed
intertwined like that for what seemed like ages and then Blaine began placing
small kisses to Kurt nose, his cheek, his top lip, his bottom lip. Kurt, ever
the impatient one, surged against him so their mouths were pressed more fully
together. And then they kissed leisurely, happily, until Blaine was stroking
down Kurt’s spine and hooking Kurt’s leg over the top of his hip.
Blaine’s still erect cock brushed against Kurt’s over-sensitized one and the
brunet shivered at the feel. “Turn around for me,” Blaine whispered. Kurt
obliged, letting Blaine help him roll his sated body until they were spooning.
Now Blaine’s cock was slotted between Kurt’s ass cheeks and Kurt couldn’t help
but moan.
Blaine arched away from him for a brief moment before returning with slick
fingers against Kurt’s hole. He slid a knee between Kurt’s legs to open him up
more and pressed against the tight rings of muscle with the flat of his thumb.
Kurt rolled back into him and Blaine groaned when he clenched his cheeks around
his dick. He slipped a forefinger inside, first one knuckle and then two as
Kurt relaxed his muscles against the intrusion. He began thrusting his finger
almost immediately, knowing Kurt - or any of them for that matter - didn’t
require much prep with their overactive sex lives, and slipped in a second
digit in quick succession.
Kurt was mewling wantonly by that point, pushing back to take as much of
Blaine’s fingers as he could and shoving forward so his hardening cock could
get some friction against the mattress. He whined when Blaine pulled his hips
back, but then realized it was only so the boy could get better leverage when
he added a third finger. All three digits began to piston in and out rapidly,
widening every time until Kurt felt fully opened.
"Please, Blaine. Please, I need you.”
"I’m right here, baby," Blaine panted against the back of his neck. He slipped
his fingers out of Kurt completely, ignoring his mewl of protest, and applied
more lube to his fingers so he could slick up his cock.
He pushed inside with relative ease and both boys moaned loudly once they were
finally connected. Blaine bottomed out and held for a moment, kissing tenderly
at the back of Kurt’s neck and stroking down his front with his wiped clean
hand. “You feel so good.”
"So do you." Kurt grunted, pushing forward and back to start a rhythm. "It
never- uhh- it never feels like this with anyone else,” he admitted
breathlessly.
Blaine held him closer at that and took over the rocking of their hips so it
was nice and slow. “For me too.”
They absorbed the moment of honesty and let themselves fall further into each
other. They usually tried not to verbalize their feelings, for fear of it
becoming too real, too strong, and for them to stop being able to perform for
others. But it was there. Always. Hidden inside until moments like these
brought it to the forefront.
And Kurt couldn’t feel guilty for it this time. He needed it, needed Blaine’s
unconditional love, to soothe his aches from earlier that night.
He had been shaky when he’d left his assignment, the adrenaline of having used
his safeword for the first time coursing through his system, and had clung to
Mr. Walden like a newborn foal. He knew he would eventually have to tell Blaine
what happened, and probably the others too, but for now he just wanted to bask
in the warmth of his best friend pressed against his back.
On the next stroke, Blaine rubbed along his prostate and Kurt’s body bowed in
pleasure. He rutted against the mattress in front of him and rolled back into
Blaine with every thrust. The delicious drag of Blaine’s cock along the tight
rings of muscle at his entrance sent sparks dancing along his every nerve until
his hips started bucking more erratically.
Blaine covered him with more of his weight, giving him leverage and the proper
angle to piston his hips just right. He licked the sweat from Kurt’s shoulder
and sucked on the nob at the base of his neck as they moved together faster and
faster.
Finally, Kurt reached back with his one free hand and gripped Blaine’s ass to
shove him in as deeply in as possible. With a few more strokes like that the
curly-haired boy was coming with an incoherent yell. Kurt groaned as he felt
come coat the inside of him and ground his hips down into the bed three more
times before coming himself.
Blaine pulled out slowly and eventually rolled over to retrieve some cleansing
wipes from the bedside table. Kurt shivered at the momentary lose of warmth,
then sighed happily when his friend returned. They made quick work of cleaning
up and transferred themselves over to Blaine’s bed, too tired to change the
sheets on Kurt’s.
Blaine cuddled Kurt close to him, hugging him with one arm around his
shoulders, one around his lower back and their legs interlocked so they were
just one big mass of warm flesh. Kurt gazed up at him through sleepy eyes,
twirling the curls at the base of his neck, and murmured, “Thank you.”
Blaine smiled softly in response, kissing the top of his head and squeezing him
affectionately.
——
The next morning, Blaine opened the door to find Sebastian asleep sitting
propped up against the hallway. He smiled fondly down at him, laying a hand on
top of his drooped head for a moment to absorb some of the other boy’s
stability, then reaching lower to shake his shoulder softly.
Sebastian woke suddenly and blinked up at Blaine.
“I’m gonna go get us some coffee.” Blaine trailed his fingers along the other
boy’s jaw, rubbing his 5 o’clock shadow and smiling internally at how he knew
Kurt would enjoy it. “Mind keeping an eye on him?”
Sebastian nodded quickly, standing up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He
pecked Blaine on the cheek with a grateful “thank you” as the shorter boy
walked past him down the hall and then he ducked into the bedroom.
***** The Dungeon *****
Chapter Notes
     Additional warnings for this chapter: The bad scene mentioned in The
     Safeword is described in this chapter (the main issue being neglect
     as opposed to physical abuse). If that's a potential trigger, please
     skip over Kurt's explanation in the beginning and pick up again when
     Sebastian says "Hey, pet, come back. Come back to me" (about 1/4 the
     way down). The rest of the chapter is a positive Kurtbastian BDSM
     scene with a whip.
Blaine returned to the room to find Sebastian, still fully clothed, spooning
Kurt from behind. Kurt was dozing, having been asleep when Blaine left and only
just now waking up. He was still naked, but mostly covered by the bedsheets, in
Sebastian’s arms.
Blaine smiled at the sweet image they made, left the door ajar knowing the
other Warblers would want to check on Kurt, and proceeded into the room to
place their coffees and a bag of muffins on the bedside table. He checked the
markings on each cup to pick his medium drip out from the non-fat mocha and
vanilla latte and settled on the edge of Kurt’s rumpled bed. He watched
Sebastian watching Kurt while propped up on one elbow. He was gazing down with
such a rare expression of tenderness that Blaine once again felt blessed that
he was comfortable enough around the two of them to let his bravado slip away.
"So, how is he?" Sebastian asked, not looking up from where he was charting
every plane of Kurt’s face with his fingers.
Blaine considered the question for a moment, sipping at his coffee. “Calm,” he
finally selected out of the many words churning around his head. “I hope I was
able to make him feel wanted, accepted.” Loved was on the tip of his tongue,
but he wouldn’t admit that, even in front of Sebastian who he knew wouldn’t
betray their trust. He never usually even used the word with Kurt, but last
night had been an exception. He’d needed to hear it. And saying it once or
twice wouldn’t hurt the unattached, not-prone-to-jealousy demeanor they had to
maintain.
"I’m sure you did."
Blaine accepted the confirmation with a soft hum. He saw Kurt stir and
instinctively reached a hand across the gap between their beds as if to soothe
the boy.
"He needs more," he said instead, pulling back and wrapping his hands around
his cup to keep them in place.
"Oh?" Sebastian ran a hand down Kurt’s arm to quiet him. Normally he would want
to wake him up, maybe with a few deep kisses or a hand between his legs, but he
could tell Blaine had more he wanted to say without their friend fully
conscious.
"He hasn’t told me what happened. I didn’t press him because that’s not what he
needed last night. But he was out on a sub contract despite the fact that he’s
not scheduled to bottom for clients for a few more months…"
"I can only imagine what they wanted him to do," Sebastian murmured, his brow
furrowing.
"I know he’d tell me if I asked, but it already seems to me like he needs to be
properly Dominated."
Sebastian perked up, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he stared up at
Blaine. While they were all trained to switch, not just between top and bottom
but also Dominant and submissive, boys were allowed to claim their designations
if they wanted. After the qualifying test for Care/Possession, the Possessives
were also given the test for true Dominance or submission. At that time, if
they so desired, they could declare themselves permanently one way or the
other. It was usually only the boys who felt very strongly about their role who
decided to claim, though, since it required a rigorous specialized course and
even further testing.
And it just so happened that Blaine was a claimed sub and Sebastian was a
claimed Dom. Of the rest of the Warblers, only Wes and Thad were also claimed.
Which meant that if Kurt needed a Dom, Sebastian was a logical choice.
"I think he needs to participate in a scene with someone who knows how to take
care of him properly. He won’t be able to get rid of the shame of failure
otherwise."
"But using a safeword isn’t-"
"Oh believe me, I know. I told him as much last night. But you know Kurt, he
always wants to be perfect and even the legitimate use of a safeword translates
into him not being able to please his Dom fully."
Sebastian huffed in annoyance. Of course the stupid boy would feel that way. He
liked to pretend he was limitless, which was incredibly dangerous. “Idiot,” he
mumbled affectionately against Kurt’s temple.
The brunet stirred in his arms again, but this time his eyes fluttered open and
he turned to gaze up at Sebastian. “Talking about me?”
"Maybe, pet."
Kurt’s eyes dilated. He took a moment to observe the boy hovering above him,
glanced quickly across the room at Blaine who nodded infinitesimally, and
swallowed thickly before replying, “Sir?”
"Shhh, take your time. Blaine got us some breakfast. Why don’t you eat while I
ask you a few questions. How does that sound?" Sebastian traced Kurt’s jaw with
one finger and then cupped his cheek fully when he leaned into the touch.
"That sounds nice, Sir."
They shifted until they were sitting upright, Kurt with his back against the
headboard and Sebastian off to his side. Kurt handed his Dom his latte before
plucking his mocha off the bedside table and taking a slow sip.
The sweetness of the chocolate hit the tip of his tongue first, followed
quickly by the bitterness of the coffee. The contrasting tastes melded together
as he swallowed and he closed his eyes in bliss.
"Like that, baby?"
Kurt nodded without opening his eyes, knowing that Sebastian was letting him
ease into the scene and wouldn’t be strict yet about eye contact and verbal
communication. He took another sip and hummed as the caffeine worked its way
through his system. Before he could take a third he felt something against his
lip.
He popped his eyes open to see Sebastian holding a broken off piece of muffin
to his closed mouth. “Open up.” He obeyed instantly and Sebastian made a show
of placing the food inside the curve of his bottom teeth and then dragging his
finger along Kurt’s lip on his way out. Kurt suddenly wished there was a lot
more than lemon poppyseed in his mouth.
Sebastian held his gaze as he tore off another piece from the muffin in his
hand and lifted it again to Kurt’s lips. Kurt opened his mouth without
prompting this time and strained forward to catch the next bite. “Ah-ah-ah,”
Sebastian reprimanded while pulling his hand back teasingly. “I have questions,
remember?”
"Of course, sorry Sir."
"What was your assignment last night?"
Kurt bowed his head and took a deep breath. There was no escaping it now. He
would have to outline his failure to the two most important men in his life. “I
was sent out to sub for a married couple.”
"A married couple?" Sebastian raised a questioning eyebrow, intrinsically
knowing that Kurt also meant to imply that it was a heterosexual couple as
well. He fed him another bit of muffin, murmuring "good boy" before asking,
"Who was the Dom?"
"Th-the wife, Sir," Kurt stumbled.
There was a sympathetic mewl nearby and Sebastian looked down to see Blaine
seated on the floor by the bed. He could tell from his posture alone that the
other boy had entered his own submissive state. Which meant that unless
commanded, he wouldn’t speak up and explain the significance of Kurt’s answer,
but Sebastian could guess anyway.
"And what were you asked to do for the wife?" As Sebastian asked, he pushed
another fingerful of food past Kurt’s lips.
Kurt took his time chewing and swallowed carefully. Then he took several sips
of his coffee. When Sebastian narrowed his brow at his stalling techniques, he
finally coughed out, “S-she wanted to play with me. I was her ne-new toy and
her husband said I had to do whatever pleased her.” His hands shook around his
coffee cup. He tried to focus on them to make them stop, but instead Sebastian
removed the cup from his hands to place it back on the bedside table.
His stared up at his Dom, his face gently cradled in the taller boy’s hands.
“Hey, shh, baby. You’re safe, I’ve got you. What do you need?”
There was that question again.
Kurt sucked in a breath and took stock of himself. He was still naked and
loose-limbed from the night before, but he felt too open and exposed and raw.
He needed security. “Can you bind me please, Sir?” His voice was soft and timid
and he looked up at his Dom from under his delicate lashes.
"Of course I can, baby. Get on the floor."
With a parting kiss on the forehead, Kurt slipped from the bed to sit on his
knees next to Blaine. Sebastian followed him down to tie his forearms securely
together behind his back with the discarded ties they left on the floor the
night before. He took a moment to stroke up Kurt’s naked back, cupping the base
of his neck as he walked around to sit back on the bed. 
"Is that better?"
Kurt took a deep breath, liking the way his arms strained against their
bindings as his lungs expanded. This did feel better. He felt safe. Owned. He
reveled in the lack of control over his own body, knowing Sebastian was there
to take care of him now. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
"Of course," Sebastian said with a warm smile. "Now, I need you to tell me what
happened last night. I have to know how to help you."
Kurt delved within himself. He didn’t think he could explain everything if he
was fully present. He let his subspace wash over him and focused on the fact
that his Dom had given him an order.
"Mistress liked to tease. She would get me hard and then- and then punish me
until I was soft again."
"Did she tell you you couldn’t get hard?"
"No- no she wanted me to. She got upset after a while when I- when it wasn’t as
easy to- but there was no reward, no relief," Kurt rushed out. "I know it’s not
my place to- to ask for anything, but I just-"
Kurt could still remember it clearly. Feeling so strung out on the edge of
aborted orgasms over and over and over again. It felt like it went on for
hours. He couldn’t see them, couldn’t plead with them. His mistress had
thoroughly used him to get herself worked up and then turned to her husband for
relief. Eventually, they removed his blindfold and gag, told him to stay where
he was, and left him to have sex on their own in the bedroom. He had had to
remain on hands and knees on the coffee table and listen to them finish each
other off with no release of his own. They had left the cock ring on him, after
all.
After an hour of that, waiting and hoping they might come back, desperate for
attention and trying not to feel discarded like yesterday’s trash, he reached
his breaking point. He felt worthless, used, punished when he had done
everything right. And if anything, Kurt’s hardest limit was not feeling wanted.
So he’d screamed out to Mr. Walden who’d been in the next room the one word
that could end his torment.
"Hey, pet, come back. Come back to me."
The order snapped through him until Kurt was staring up at Sebastian with
slightly manic eyes. The taller boy tugged him up into his lap and wrapped him
tightly in his arms. He didn’t realize that he’d been shaking.
"You’re safe now. I’ve got you," Sebastian soothed and he rocked Kurt back and
forth.
Kurt buried his head in his Dom’s neck, willing the memories to disappear and
the aftershocks to fade.
He felt something soft against his hip and glanced down to see that Blaine was
leaning against him from in between Sebastian’s legs. He soaked up their
support and after a few more minutes of Sebastian’s soft touches he felt like
himself again.
"You’re such a good boy. I know that wasn’t easy and you did so well. Now, I
want to help you, do you think you’re up for some play today?"
Kurt considered it. With every passing second he felt better and stronger, like
a weight had been lifted off his shoulders from his confession. When he thought
of the night before with Blaine, he suddenly felt his body ache for more. “Yes,
Sir.”
"Are you sure?" When Kurt nodded again, Sebastian continued, "I need to know
that you will still safeword if you need to." He locked eyes with azure blue
and made sure he saw truth when the boy nodded again. "I need you to say it.
Tell me you understand why safewords are important and then tell me clearly
what your safeword is."
"I understand that safewords are meant to keep me safe and healthy and happy
and that I shouldn’t feel ashamed if I need to use one." He gazed up at
Sebastian to see if his explanation was good enough to please his Dom and then
continued when Sebastian smiled down at him. "And my safeword is McQueen."
"Good boy. I think we should play in The Dungeon today. How does that sound?"
Kurt couldn’t help bouncing up eagerly in Sebastian’s lap at that. “Perfect,
Sir.”
As his Dom moved about to get things ready for them, Kurt returned to the floor
beside Blaine and leaned his head on the other sub’s shoulder. “I want you
there too,” he admitted to a surprised Blaine.
It only took a second of their gazes locked for Blaine to understand. “You need
to be in control again.”
Kurt nodded slowly.
"I can do that." Blaine crawled over to his bedside table, grabbing something
from one of the drawers before returning to his friend. He held out the object
as an offering. "If you’d like, you can wear this today."
It was his collar.
The one Kurt had given him when he’d claimed his sub status. He refused to let
Blaine wear one of the Dalton-issue collars that always looked too clunky and
plain. So instead, he’d found one made of soft leather in a rich tan color that
had intricate scrollwork etched into it and brushed metal fastenings at the
back. He would never admit to it, but he’d deliberated for hours over adding a
metal tag with the name ‘honey’ engraved on it. That was always their default
petname for each other.
Kurt watched as Blaine ran his fingers over the leather reverently. “You don’t
mind?”
"I’d be honored if you wore it. You know how much it means to me." Kurt
definitely did. Blaine said once that it helped keep him sane, because no
matter how many other Doms he served, he was always reminded of the one who
truly owned him.
Kurt pecked Blaine on the mouth in gratitude and then looked up at his Dom.
“Sir? Is it all right if I wear this?”
Sebastian had watched the entire exchange and nodded without a second thought.
“Sure, baby.” He knew it would be important for Kurt to have the reassurance of
Blaine’s collar during their scene, so he knelt down to fasten it around his
pet’s throat. “And Blaine came come with us, too.”
"Thank you so much, Sir."
——
Kurt wasn’t partial to leashes himself as a Dom, liking instead the feeling of
trust he got whenever his subs followed him without needing the tether. But he
couldn’t dispute the thrill of connection, of belonging, he felt anytime
Sebastian tugged a little so that his collar pulled against his throat. It was
a constant reminder that his Dom was right there on the other end of the line.
They were linked.
They reached the room in short order and by then Wes, Thad, Nick and Blaine had
caught up to them. Sebastian had asked Blaine to fetch them all because Wes was
the only one who could get them access to the room and he needed Nick and
Thad’s help for later.
"Mr. Walden said he’d mention this to the Dean, but he didn’t foresee any
problems with us using the room to help Kurt. We have it as long as you need,
Seb." Wes accepted Sebastian’s nod of gratitude before unlocking the heavy,
iron door and gesturing him and Kurt inside.
Kurt had to hold in a gasp once the room was revealed to him. He’d seen it
before, of course, twice in training and once as a practicing Dom, but it took
him by surprise now with his lower perspective as a sub. Really it was just one
of the many play rooms at the academy intended for BDSM use. But it was the
biggest and most elaborate, with black brick walls and iron shackles and an old
world flare that had earned it the nickname ‘The Dungeon’.
Once they entered, Sebastian hung Kurt’s leash on one of the hooks on the wall
with an order for him to stay and then went about getting things set up for
them. Nick entered behind him with Blaine, who was now clad only in his boxer-
briefs, and tugged the curly-haired boy along using the loose tie around his
neck to a row of benches against one side of the room.
Kurt tracked them as they passed, smiling when Blaine purposefully brushed up
against him in a show of sub solidarity. But his gaze was quickly brought back
to his Dom when the taller man ordered him to strip while he adjusted some
straps hanging from the ceiling. Kurt did as he was asked and folded his
clothes in a neat pile near the wall before resuming his position on the floor.
The cement was cold against his knees, but he pushed that minor irritation to
the back of his mind and focused instead on watching the lean lines of
Sebastian’s body stretch and pull as he moved.
When Sebastian had everything ready and began to strip himself, Kurt let out a
sound of distress. He stopped and glanced down at his sub with a quirked
eyebrow.
"Sir, please, may I?"
Sebastian considered him for a moment before beckoning him to join him at the
center of the room. Kurt waited for Wes to unhook his leash from his collar and
then hurried over to his Dom. He got shakily to his legs, not prepared to be
fully upright so soon, and then plucked the next shirt button from Sebastian’s
fingers to finish undressing him himself.
This was one of his favorite parts of being a sub. He loved taking care of his
Doms and having time to watch as inch by inch their skin was exposed for
viewing. Kurt licked his lips when Sebastian was finally naked and he was
kneeling in front of him again, his head awfully close to the Dom’s semi-hard
dick. He looked up as if asking permission to taste.
"No. Now’s not the time for that. Stand up."
Once Kurt obeyed, Sebastian guided his body into position and asked him to
raise both his arms over his head. He then shackled him to the two hanging
straps nearby. Sebastian adjusted their width via the sliding tracks they were
on and locked them into position once Kurt’s arms were splayed out in a V above
him.
Sebastian disappeared from his view, then there was the flick of a switch and
the gentle hum of a machine before Kurt suddenly felt a tug on both his wrists.
He looked up and watched as the straps recoiled inch by inch until Kurt was
dangling so his toes just barely grazed the ground below him and all his weight
was on his wrists. He grunted at the effort and strained the muscles in his
arms to get into as comfortable a position as he could. But he had to admit
that the gentle pull and the weight of gravity pushing down on him was somehow
comforting. It was so absolute.
He felt Sebastian come up behind him, stroking from his wrists down his flexed
arms to his bunched shoulders. “Nothing for you to do, my pet. Nothing but hang
there and take what I have to offer.”
Kurt whimpered.
"Mmmm," Sebastian hummed happily. "Now I don’t want to spoil the surprise of
what’s to come, so I’m going to blindfold you. I’ll leave it up to you if you’d
also like a gag."
It was a question of how much sensory deprivation Kurt wanted. No sight. No
voice. If Sebastian was really in the mood, or more aptly, if Kurt said he
really needed it, he could also ask for something to plug his ears. But he
wanted to hear his Dom, needed the comfort of his words and his commands. And
in the same way he wanted the freedom to beg and plead and show fealty to him.
“No gag, please Sir. I-I want-“
"Yes? What do you want?"
"I want to beg for you."
Sebastian groaned loudly in his ear, gripping his hips for support as he leaned
into Kurt’s back. “God, pet, the things you say. I think you’re right. Would be
a pity to silence that mouth.” So instead he just wrapped a thick black scarf
around Kurt’s eyes.
Once it was firmly tied, he started to stroke Kurt’s body reverently, going
down his sides where he was slightly ticklish and making Kurt squirm and then
moan as his squirming pulled on his wrists. Sebastian traced his muscles and
tendons and marveled at the flawless marble of his skin. Kurt was practically
untouched by hair and so toned it was like feeling Michelangelo’s David in the
flesh.
He teased Kurt’s erection, eliciting a few more moans from his sub, and swiped
a finger along the slit to gather up his pre-come. Then, he brought his finger
up to Kurt’s parted mouth. “Taste yourself.”
Kurt brought the digit into his mouth, licking at it and sucking eagerly,
wantonly.
"That’s it. You’re such a little slut for this."
Sebastian removed his finger, ignoring Kurt’s frustrated keen, and dragged both
his hands down the sub’s front. He raked his nails as he went, lightly enough
not to do anything more that awaken all of Kurt’s nerve-endings. Then he
reached back up to pinch both of his nipples, already hard in the drafty room,
and worried the beads teasingly in his fingers. When he pulled on them, Kurt’s
sighs turned into nonsensical babbling as he arched his body into the touch,
causing him to sway in the restraints.
Sebastian dragged one hand down to where Kurt’s cock was curved towards his
stomach in need, wrapping around the stiff member to stroke once, twice. Kurt
tried to match his rhythm, bucking his hips into his hand, but Sebastian was
quick to let go and slap his hip. “I didn’t say you could move.” Kurt
whimpered. “But, since you’re such greedy little slut, I expect you to stay
hard for me, no matter what happens next.”
The words sent a shock of anticipation thrumming through Kurt’s system. His
whole body instantly flexed and lifted him up a little further off the floor,
pulling hard on his wrists. He strained his ears to hear any movement around
him that might indicate what was coming, and that’s how he ended up hearing the
snap of the whip before feeling its impact.
The tip of it was like a pinprick against his stomach, a targeted attack on one
millimeter of flesh. He jerked back in his bonds upon impact, a strangled gasp
torn from his throat. He hadn’t been expecting that.
But he was expecting the next. It didn’t land on his abdomen again, but on his
right thigh. The sting was more prominent there and he hissed with the pain of
it. But then Sebastian’s hand was back on his cock, dragging up once and then
slowly down. His breath hitched in pleasure and the pain seemed the subside in
his mind.
"Yes, please Sir. More.”
The next crack was against his pec, just barely grazing his left nipple and
Kurt shouted out at the electric current that fired through his body with that.
His breaths turned into pants and he found himself eagerly awaiting the next
strike. It was like a finger of awareness, pressing one bundle of nerves at
different points in his body and shooting arousal straight to his straining
cock.
There were two more hits, one against his left oblique and another on his
tender inner thigh. “Sir!” he screamed, his back bending backwards and his head
falling to rest on Sebastian’s shoulder.
His Dom soothed the most recent welts with a tender hand. Kurt’s skin was red
and slightly raised, but not broken or bleeding, and only a few of the marks
would truly bruise. This was not their strongest whip. And for good reason.
Sebastian could never bring himself to mar Kurt’s perfect porcelain skin too
badly.
He pressed an open mouthed kiss at the juncture where Kurt’s neck met his
shoulder, just under his borrowed collar, laving at the salty sweet skin and
sucking sharply once to mark the area. “Too much?” he questioned softly.
He’d done D/s scenes with Kurt before, of course, most of the boys had at this
point, and so he knew the brunet’s hard (and soft) limits. But today was a
little bit different. Because it was less about him getting fulfillment as a
Dom and more about taking care of his sub.
Kurt panted, rolling his head to butt temples with Sebastian. “N-no. Just… so…
close.” He flicked his hips so his cock bounced.
"Oh, pet, I would never let Nick hurt that part of you." Sebastian reached down
and encircled Kurt with one hand, squeezing gently. "This is all mine."
The whipping continued, with Sebastian fondling him and easing each hit either
with his fingers or his mouth or a hot breath condensing on his skin.
Kurt was drowning in sensation, so much so that his body felt immaterial and
all his brain could pick up were the parts of him flicked by the whip or the
surge of his dick in Sebastian’s hand. He freely rode the thrill and pulse of
sparking energy until he found himself coming with a yelp in spurts across the
floor.
His body rocked back into Sebastian’s, his head finding that spot on his
shoulder again to fall back on. Sebastian was right there to catch him,
whispering praises in his ear and bringing him down from his overload of
feeling.
"Such a good boy. So beautiful the way you take the whip. I could watch you
like that for hours." He pet Kurt’s disheveled hair and looked down the long
stretch of his front to see all the blooming red marks the whip had left
behind. He wrapped an arm around Kurt’s chest to hold them together in a sort
of backwards hug for a moment. He could feel every inhale and exhale, their
bodies synced as Kurt turned to liquid in his grasp.
Once a calm had settled and Sebastian felt Kurt was ready, he stood up a little
straighter, kissing at Kurt’s rounded bicep. “Let’s move onto the next part,
shall we?”
"The-there’s more, Sir?" Kurt’s eyes opened in disbelief, though his dick
twitched in interest.
"Of course. I’m here to take care of you, baby. And you’re such a whore for
taking my cock up your ass, I couldn’t deprive you of that now could I?"
Kurt blushed at the wording, but unconsciously clenched his hole in eager
anticipation.
"Well, could I? Answer me." Sebastian gripped his chin harshly.
"No, Sir. Of course not."
"And why not?"
"Because-because I’m such a whore for your cock," Kurt mumbled.
"Yes, that’s right." Sebastian pulled back to adjust the length and width of
the straps holding Kurt. "Let’s give your wrists a bit of a rest, shall we?"
He carefully lowered Kurt’s upper body until he was bent 90-degrees at the
waist and his knees hit the ground, which was decidedly less cold and hard than
Kurt remembered the concrete being before. He opened his eyes to see Thad had
placed a thick work-out pad beneath them. Not only that, but there was a new
metal bar hanging in front of face.
Sebastian guided Kurt’s hands to wrap around the bar and use it as a support
beam. Kurt hung onto it gratefully for balance. His shoulders ached pleasantly
from having been hung, but he knew he’d be feeling it even more the next day.
As he rolled his shoulders to work out some of the soreness, he felt something
cold against both of his knees.
"Now I’m going to stretch you a little. I want to see you wide open for me,
baby." Kurt glanced back to see Sebastian securing a spreader bar between his
legs and grunted as he was pushed far enough apart that his hole was entirely
exposed.
"How are you doing? Are you okay?"
"Yes, Sir." Kurt nodded.
"Good, ‘cause I’ve been looking forward to this," Sebastian smirked
lasciviously. He bent over Kurt for a moment to trace his hands down the other
boy’s strong back, admiring how the muscles rippled under his touch, and
stopped when he reached Kurt’s perfectly formed ass. He massaged the cheeks,
grinning when Kurt groaned, then quickly moved his fingers to press at the rim
of his entrance.
Sebastian reached down for the bottle of lube that Thad had left by his side
earlier and put some on his fingers. When he moved back into position, he
moaned at the sight before him. Kurt’s head was bowed, his back arched as
little beads of sweat slipped down his spine, his ass was jutting up at just
the right angle that Sebastian could clearly see from the dimples at the top
down the cleft and under to where his balls hung between his parted thighs. In
the middle of it all was the pink, puckered rim of his asshole.
Sebastian reached out to stroke the sensitive skin, watching as it clenched and
unclenched involuntarily. He spread lube in circles around the ring, then
dipped inside with his forefinger and wiggled. Kurt gasped and clamped down on
the intrusion, but opened back up again as soon as he could stand it so
Sebastian could press his entire finger inside.
Sebastian curled his finger and dragged it back out, purposefully pulling on
the rim so he slipped in easier on the next thrust. He took his time prepping
Kurt. He enjoyed watching as one, two, three of his fingers disappeared inside
the other boy’s body, enveloped in tight heat and drawing the most exquisite of
noises.
There was a moan as he built up a rhythm. A wail when he stroked his prostate.
A whimper every time he pulled out until only the tips of his fingers stretched
the rim open. And finally the begging started.
"Please, please Sir. Ungh-you… can you- oh god,” Kurt keened.
Sebastian raised himself up on his knees for better leverage and began
pistoning his fingers faster. “Please what, pet?”
"Please, I want- need more."
"More what?" Sebastian teased, pressing his pinky against Kurt’s entrance with
his other fingers.
"N-no! I need- your cock, inside me. Now, please god now.” Kurt was pushing
back into him, his body begging for it just as much as his mouth. Speaking of…
"In that case, I’ll need your help." Sebastian stood up, removing his fingers
with a lewd pop and came around so he was standing in front of Kurt. His dick
was impressively hard, a generous amount pre-come dribbling down the side, and
he pushed it up to Kurt’s closed mouth. "If you want my cock that badly, you’re
gonna have to slick me up yourself."
Kurt gazed up at him through his lashes. His face was flushed, his hair matted
to his forehead with sweat, his arms shaking with the effort of holding onto
the bar to stay upright. Keeping his eyes on his Dom, he moved forward to take
his dick into his mouth.
The weight of it against his tongue felt like heaven and Kurt hummed around it
as he licked the length. The richness of Sebastian’s musk flooded his taste
buds and Kurt had to swallow quickly so the resulting saliva didn’t dribble out
of his mouth.
He did everything he could to prep his Dom, and maybe a little more than
necessary because he loved giving head so much. For instance, he may have
pushed forward so far as to take Sebastian down his throat and then he might
have swallowed around the tip of his cock to get his Dom to grip his hair just
the way he liked it. There was also the added bonus of his collar pressing
against his throat as it expanded, making it slightly harder to breath for just
a moment.
After a few more very thorough swirls of Kurt’s tongue, Sebastian pulled out.
“Enough, enough. Fuck, you’re good at that. And because you enjoyed that a bit
too much, you dirty little cockslut, I think you get five lashings while I fuck
you.”
Kurt thought to protest, but really, if he’d been left to his own devices he
would’ve gone through with sucking Sebastian off and that is not what his Dom
asked him to do. So he snapped his mouth shut and simply nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
"Count them."
Sebastian disappeared behind him again and he could just barely see Nick in his
peripheral vision get the whip ready. He hoped beyond hope it was the same one
they used earlier that gave him so much pleasure and not one of the harder ones
that elicited more pain. He was rarely in the mood for a true flogging. 
The first strike against his back made his entire body flinch in shock. The
trail of fire it left behind suddenly brought his nerves back to high alert,
adrenaline shooting through his system. With clenched teeth he gritted out,
“One.”
And then, just before he could process the pain into pleasure and bask in it,
Sebastian thrust inside him. He clenched his teeth for an entirely different
reason then, as his Dom bottomed out in one smooth stroke.
The next strike of the whip licked along his side, almost tickling him, and he
gasped as Sebastian rocked inside of him at the same time. “Two.” The pain
wasn’t as bad this time, now that Kurt’s body was ready for it again, and he
was quicker to find the pleasure underneath. His cock bobbed with the steady
motion of Sebastian’s thrusts, hitting up into his stomach and smearing his own
pre-come across his abs.
"Three!" he screamed, his voice shrill. His shoulders twitched at the attention
they had just received and electricity radiated out from them down his arms. He
gripped the bar in front of him harder, vibrating with pleasure-pain.
Sebastian hit his prostate on the next thrust and Kurt wasn’t sure anymore if
he could last for all five hits of his punishment before climaxing. There was
suddenly a hand tightly gripping the base of his dick. “No. Two more and then
you can come, but don’t you dare come before that.”
Kurt whimpered helplessly. “Yes, yes of course. Fuck, Sir, it’s just- you feel-
it all feels so… ungh- so good.”
Sebastian released his hold on Kurt’s cock to grip his hips instead and
increased their rhythm. He watched as the whip sailed in front of him to prick
at the middle of Kurt’s back and heard a breathless “four” as Kurt tried to
keep up. The welts from these hits were a little brighter red and slightly more
raised than the ones from before, which was intentional since they were meant
as punishment. A little salve would ease them into nothing more than memories
soon enough.
But for now, Sebastian admired them and grunted with effort as he rocked in and
out and in and out and then shifted slightly higher so he could hit Kurt just
there and make him gasp for air. Sometimes he thought he could find Kurt’s
prostate from a mile away.
The last hit caught Kurt’s hip right where his ass formed into his back and he
jerked forward. “Five!” he screamed, every muscle in his body flexing and his
hole clenching tightly around Sebastian as he came in thick ropes beneath them.
"Good boy," Sebastian praised as he quickly found his own release. It wasn’t
hard to do after that glorious finish, especially with Kurt wrapped so tightly
around him he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to separate himself. Not that he
wanted to.
He slumped a little against his sub as they both floated through their
aftershocks, but was sure to pick himself back up soon thereafter so he didn’t
rest any of his weight fully on Kurt. He pulled out with a groan and made short
work of tenderly cleaning Kurt’s rim and stomach, smoothing a cool cloth along
the back of his neck underneath his collar and across forehead as well. Then,
he unhooked the boy and cradled him as he lay him down on the mat.
He rested Kurt’s head in his lap and twined his fingers through his hair as he
waited for his sub to come back to himself. “You’re amazing, pet, simply
amazing.”
Kurt gazed up at him with sober eyes a minute later. “You are too, Sir.” He
paused and emphasized, “Thank you.” They both knew it was for more than the
orgasms.
"Anytime, baby."
When Kurt gained some starch in his legs and could sit up again, he noticed for
the first time that while he and Sebastian had finished, the others were still
in progress. He’d been so inwardly focused the entire time, he’d completely
forgotten there was anyone else in the room.
But there was Wes frotting with Thad up against the wall and Nick getting
handsy with Blaine on the benches. He let his eyes wander away, taking stock of
the room and appreciating the many toys and apparatuses that were around. The
Dungeon literally had everything.
"Look at that."
"Hmm?" Kurt questioned absentmindedly, still lost in his post-orgasmic haze and
comparing the wrought iron of the cage in the corner to that of the headboard
on the queen-sized bed nearby.
“Look.”
Kurt was surprised to hear Sebastian’s sharp voice suddenly coming from behind
him. Before he could look up at his Dom, Sebastian yanked his hair back so he
was forced to look across the room at their friends. Nick had Blaine kneeling
in front of him now, his head bobbing as he serviced the other boy. A burn of
discontent flared up in Kurt’s belly, but he tried to tamp it down.
"Tell me how it makes you feel."
"What?" Kurt asked without thinking. He was confused and ready for everyone to
be done so they could all cuddle together. Why was Sebastian still giving him
orders? "Please, Sir," Kurt begged, mostly for clarification.
"Not sir." Sebastian pulled at Kurt’s hair until the other boy’s eyes started
to tear up.
And that’s when the lightbulb flashed in Kurt’s mind. Oh. Oh. “Seb. Seb,
please-“
"Please what? How does it make you feel?"
And Kurt looked again, but this time as a Dom. He watched as Nick pulled Blaine
off of him and cupped his cheeks to bring him up for a kiss. Blaine’s back
arched with the new angle, trying to reach his master and keep balance on his
knees at the same time. When their kiss didn’t end quickly, Kurt felt a growl
build up in his throat until he was almost snapping his jaw like a rapid dog.
"Kurt," Sebastian demanded once more.
"Angry!" The brunet finally yelled. It was loud enough to startle the other
boys in the room. Nick and Blaine broke apart and were staring at him with wide
eyes. He saw Wesley and Thad turn in his direction as well from their place by
the toys.
"And why does it make you angry," Sebastian prompted in his ear. He hadn’t let
go of his grip on Kurt’s hair, but Kurt had subconsciously started to raise up
until he was upright on his knees.
Kurt locked eyes with Blaine, taking possession of liquid amber with his fierce
gaze. “Because he’s mine,” he growled.
"Then go claim what’s yours." Sebastian let go of him and stepped back so Kurt
could stand up on his own. He watched the other boy take a moment to roll his
shoulders back and breathe deeply as if letting the persona of Dom settle over
him.
Kurt approached Blaine slowly, dangerously, a spark in his eye anytime he
glanced up at Nick. The other Dom just smiled back, pet Blaine on the head one
last time and nudged his shoulder as if giving him permission to leave his
master unfulfilled in order to submit to Kurt.
Blaine, too subtly for anyone but the other sub in the room to notice, signaled
to Thad to finish what he started. His friend dropped his chin in
acknowledgement and immediately dropped to all fours to head over to Nick. Once
the sub in him was reassured that his master wouldn’t be left wanting, Blaine
turned his undivided attention to the Dom stalking him from the opposite side
of the room. He slipped out from the protection of Nick’s legs and slowly
started to crawl forward.
Kurt stopped in the middle of the room, his posture imperious. “Come here.
Now.”
His orders were absolute and Blaine was quick to obey, nearly tripping over
himself in his haste. Once he reached his Dom, he cowered down at his feet, his
head fully bowed to the floor.
"Good boy."
Much sooner than he anticipated, he felt a hand at the back of his neck,
stroking the bare flesh below his hairline. Blaine shivered, not used to that
part of him being so exposed. But then he heard the clink of metal and his
heartbeat skyrocketed when he felt something warm and unyielding wrap around
his neck.
"Thank you for letting me borrow this," Kurt said gratefully as he secured
Blaine’s collar back around his neck.
Blaine had to resist the urge to headbutt Kurt’s shin affectionately. His whole
being suddenly felt lighter with the familiar weight of leather back where it
belonged. And the fact that it was warm from Kurt’s own skin practically made
him purr in pleasure.
"Now, look at me."
Blaine snapped his head up, sitting back on his heels so he could clearly see
Kurt’s face. It was sweaty and flushed and Blaine had to try very hard to keep
his gaze locked on Kurt’s eyes and not the bead of moisture slipping down the
center of his chest.
Kurt smiled at his fast response. He leaned down to card a hand through
Blaine’s unruly curls and watched as his sub’s eyes closed happily at the
attention. “Who am I?” he questioned with a hint of steel.
Blaine’s eyes opened tentatively. “Kurt?”
Kurt narrowed his gaze and gripped Blaine’s hair in a tighter grip, mirroring
what Sebastian had done to him mere minutes before. He saw Blaine wince and
asked again. “Who am I?”
"Sir. You are my Sir."
"Correct. And what are you?"
Blaine’s eyes dilated, the tip of his pink tongue popping out to wet his
suddenly dry lips. “Yours, Sir. I am yours.”
"Correct again."
***** The Lesson *****
Chapter Notes
     Additional warnings for this chapter: Sensory deprivation.
Blaine blew softly against Kurt’s stomach, raising the tiny hairs on his skin.
The other boy shivered, then let out a giggle.
"Tickles," he said when Blaine looked up at him.
Blaine grinned devilishly before reaching down and tickling the back of Kurt’s
knees. Kurt squealed, curling his legs up to his chest and kicking his feet
when Blaine tried to do it again. Blaine laughed with him, moving up the bed on
his knees for a better vantage to poke and prod and wiggle his fingers at
Kurt’s sides and underarms and neck and inner elbows until they were both
crying with laughter and collapsing on top of each other.
Kurt rolled them over so he was the one leaning over his best friend, both of
his hands pinning Blaine to the bed. “Just for that, I’m going to nominate you
for our sensory deprivation lesson tomorrow.”
Blaine opened his mouth to complain, but really he didn’t mind. It had been a
while since he’d been teased that way.
Suddenly he was very eager for class the next day.
——
"All right, I need a volunteer," Mr. Ramstein called out the next day. It was
only second period, so everyone was still waking up, coffee was just starting
to kick in. Mr. Ramstein’s classroom was on the first floor with a wall of
windows that faced the courtyard. There was a layer of fog over the grass,
hiding the buildings on the other side and cloaking two meandering professors
as if they were phantom robes.
Kurt was quick to grab Blaine’s hand and raise it up for him. His friend
blinked blearily at him. He’d been running late that morning -the boys had
invaded their room and they hadn’t gone to bed until very late- and he had to
skip his morning coffee run.
"Kurt?" their teacher questioned.
Kurt looked over at him with a wide grin. “Blaine volunteers, sir!”
"Ah, excellent. Blaine, if you will," he gestured towards the front of the
class where a demonstration table was set-up. It wasn’t as big a room as some
of their lecture halls with stadium seating. This one only held twenty student
desks, all facing a dry erase board, as banal as any high school.
With a side look at Kurt, Blaine stood up, ruffling his hair a little to try to
wake himself up. His professor welcomed him at the front of the class with a
cheery grin.
"Since you volunteered, you get to choose the order. What would you like?"
Blaine considered for a moment before answering, “Sight. Speech. Sound. Touch.”
"Very well then," Mr. Ramstein replied while digging through a drawer in his
desk. When he straightened back up, he had a blindfold in his hand. Blaine took
a deep breath before he was turned around and his eyes covered.
"Now," his professor continued, his attention directed to the class at large.
"I need four boys for each phase. Who would like to start?"
Blaine heard with minute detail as his peers shuffled in their seats, jackets
jangling against chairs, fingers tapping against desks, murmurs not-so-
whispered between friends. His vision was blocked -just a sea of black with red
at the edges from the sunlight- and already his other senses were on high alert
trying to make up for his blindness.
It was David who was eventually picked amongst the sea of raised hands. Blaine
couldn’t help but smile, to himself and to his friend. They hadn’t seen each
other in a while (intimately, that is) and it would be nice to re-familiarize
themselves with each other.
David made quick work of his clothes, being careful to drape his jacket over a
nearby chair so it wouldn’t get wrinkled on the metal demonstration table.
Blaine shivered as his skin became exposed to the cool air of the room. There
might even have been part of him that shivered from the idea of being so
exposed. He’d been at the academy for three years and had shared his body with
many of its members, but every now and again -like when he was vulnerable- his
innocent side came out and he was suddenly aware again of having everyone’s
undivided attention.
He crossed his arms in front of himself self-consciously.
"Hey now," David soothed softly. "None of that." He reached out with gentle
hands and helped Blaine get up onto the table behind him. He stopped him from
lying down all the way, though, with a strong hand on the back of Blaine’s
neck. "Let’s start slow, okay?" David suggested.
Blaine nodded, smiling when his fellow Warbler interlaced the fingers of two of
their hands. It helped to ground him when his lack of sight threatened to let
him loose in the abyss.
David continued from there, only using his other free hand to trail the feather
Mr. Ramstein provided up and over Blaine’s body. Blaine tried his hardest not
to laugh as the barely-there down of the feather awoke all his nerves from toe
to hip to shoulder, but he couldn’t suppress a laugh when David playfully dug
it into the sensitive spot of his neck. Blaine could practically feel Kurt’s
smug grin from across the room.
Shortly after that, when Blaine was shivering for yet another reason entirely,
Mr. Ramstein signaled David to finish and for the next volunteer to come forth
for stage two.
Speech.
Blaine waited, his ears pricked, to sense when his next classmate would
approach with a gag. He heard Nick’s named called and soon thereafter his mouth
was being goaded open to accept a ball gag. He stretched his jaw open as wide
as he could, adjusting to the size of the ball shifting it around with his
tongue until it settled in place and Nick secured it behind his head.
The feel wasn’t altogether unpleasant. He’d been gagged many times before by a
variety of textures and styles and had become accustomed to the heavy weight on
his tongue, the pressure on his teeth, the burn in his jaw after a while.
He didn’t mind losing his speech that much, in the same way he enjoyed the
surprise that came with blindness, he enjoyed the trust that came with being
mute. He couldn’t call out for anything -positive or negative- and so he always
placed quite a bit of trust in his companion to know what his limits were.
Nick trailed his fingers through Blaine’s hair after closing the fastenings on
the gag. “Beautiful boy,” he whispered in his ear. The sub in Blaine, who had
been Dominated by Nick more than once, preened.
Nick continued to touch, deep and sensual, digging into the knots in Blaine’s
back and loosening his muscles until he was drooping onto the table. Nick let
him lay down, a pool of liquid under his hands, and continued to knead at his
thighs and calves. He took one of Blaine’s arms in his hands and pressed
endless circles into the flesh of his palm, following the vein in his forearm
up to his tender elbow and further still to his toned bicep.
Blaine moaned, one of the few sounds he could still make, though it came out
deeper and more muffled from his throat. He reached out and chased one of
Nick’s hands with his own, begging for more without words. Unlike their Body
Worship class, they were allowed to interact for sensory deprivation. In losing
one sense, they gained access to others.
Their hands danced together for a minute, Nick’s under Blaine’s as he continued
to massage the prone boy. Nick pumped Blaine’s cock a few times as well,
relieving some of the pressure that was building up inside him. He stopped soon
after, though, signaled again by their professor.
Blaine resisted groaning at the loss of contact. He knew what was next and
things were about to amp up tenfold for him.
Sebastian was the one to place the noise-cancelling headphones over his head.
He was kind enough to pause to give Blaine time to process the change.
For Blaine, he had just gone from being hyper aware of every little noise that
anyone was making to suddenly hearing nothing but a faint hum of unnatural
silence. There was a moment of panic as his body started to enter fight-or-
flight mode. With no sight, no voice, and no hearing he was helpless against
the whims of others.
The hairs on his skin prickled in awareness. He could suddenly feel the warmth
of the sun through the windows in contrast to the flow of air from the vents
above. He shivered and flexed all at once and that was when Sebastian finally
made contact.
Blaine felt a solid hand wrap around his arm and he immediately reached back to
wrap his own hand around Sebastian. He took a few deep, calming breaths, as
Sebastian stroked a thumb back and forth across his inner arm.
And when Blaine’s heartbeat finally returned to normal, and only then,
Sebastian released his grip and let his hand slip away until Blaine was on his
own again.
Not for long.
He felt a new heat near his ankle. More than sunlight. More than a hot breath.
It trailed up his leg and over his stomach until suddenly a drop of something
landed against his flexed abdomen.
Blaine flinched, his entire body reacting to the new stimuli.
It was hot at first, a pinprick in the darkness, but then quickly mellowed.
Blaine flexed his stomach again to see what the liquid would do, but it was no
longer a liquid. It sat on top of his skin like a protective shield, and
diluted the sting of the next drop.
Wax.
Sebastian traced his body with the little firey drops. After getting Blaine
used to the feel on his stomach, he shifted up to coat each nipple, then down
again to dress his thighs, his balls, his cock.
Blaine arched, his back leaving the table with each lick of fire against his
sensitive skin.
By now his senses were overloading, each nerve overexcited by the attention it
was getting. And Sebastian was laving attention on his most sensitive spots so
that he was mewling and salivating in need.
The torment suddenly stopped.
Blaine clenched his hands into fists at his sides. He wanted to reach out for
more, but he knew that Sebastian’s turn was over and there was no point.
His reaching hand was grasped by another. Skin smooth against his palm. He
recognized him immediately.
Kurt.
His aching need only increased knowing who would finish him off. He shifted
this way and that trying to relieve the itch, but Kurt took hold of both his
hands and raised them over his head.
While his best friend secured him to the table, both hands together above him
and each leg spread below him, someone else used a wet cloth to clean the
cooled wax from his body.
He squirmed as his even more sensitive skin was touched and tried to make
another sound of want deep in his throat.
He felt a hand against his chest. Strong. Firm. Grounding.
Kurt.
The other boy couldn’t comfort him with words anymore, so he was doing the next
best thing. Blaine let his body relax in gratitude.
Kurt started slowly at first, as all the boys had before him, giving Blaine
time to adjust to having lost yet another sense. Touch. Blaine was now
completely and utterly at the mercy of his best friend. There were worse
things, he thought to himself.
After trailing his fingertips down Blaine’s cheek and neck and chest and cock,
Kurt disappeared for a second only to return with a cube of ice.
Blaine felt the cold like a shock against his ankle. His body jerked so
violently in reaction that all his limbs pulled against his restraints. The
cold was an awful contrast to the heat from Sebastian and to the heat that was
burning low and steady inside of him.
It trailed up his leg and he shivered when Kurt pressed it solidly against his
inner thigh. His cock twitched ans his balls tightened as if to escape the new
unwelcome sensation. But then there was something else. A breath. Kurt blew
softly along the line of the ice cube, raising hairs and unbelievable sensation
along Blaine’s leg.
Blaine shuddered, his mouth slackening around his gag. There were no words.
Kurt kept going, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of Blaine’s cock
and then letting the ice settle in his navel. All the while he’d blow dry the
new wetness until Blaine was straining towards him, silently begging for more.
Kurt twirled his tongue briefly in the water that had pooled in Blaine’s
bellybutton. Then, he acquired a new cube, and Blaine twisted beneath him as he
charted a path across the dark-haired boy’s body.
He stopped at one nipple, holding the ice in place until Blaine was sure his
skin would freeze, and then pulling away just at the breaking point to blow hot
and humid against the hardened nub. He did it again on the other, then on
Blaine’s neck, licking up the trail of water with his tongue and heating
Blaine’s cool skin with his own mouth.
When Blaine couldn’t take it any longer, his wrists red from pulling against
the cuffs so hard, his body a molten mess of hot and cold and incoherent grunts
escaping past his gag, Kurt helped him find release with an enveloping mouth
around his cock.
"Class dismissed."
***** The Field Trip *****
Kurt felt the bass of the music like a second heartbeat. It thrummed through
him as he bumped and ground and swiveled. It had started faster, with a more
frenetic energy that had him and Jeff up and off their seats in ten seconds
flat. Neither of them could resist the pull of the music. After a few hours of
techno remixes and top 40 hits, the DJ had brought things down to a persistent
throb of house dance music. It was the kind that had no words, but the rhythm
was enough to have your body swaying before you realized it.
Kurt and Jeff had yet to leave the dance floor, which was made easier when they
had others to bring them libations. Kurt accepted a bottle of water gratefully
from Blaine and drank half all in one go without pausing in his groove, and
then passed the rest off to a very sweaty Jeff. Kurt affectionately swiped his
bright blonde bangs off his forehead so he could see through his half-lidded
eyes again.
When he fell back into his spot, he bumped into Blaine. He unapologetically
stayed in the other boy’s space and Blaine was quick to wrap an arm around his
waist to keep him there. There were people crowded all around, so there was
little other space for the two to occupy.
Kurt rested his weight back on Blaine, letting the other boy keep their bodies
moving to the beat. He watched as Jeff chugged most of the water and then
dumped the rest over his head. The three men dancing around him clearly
appreciated the added wetness, especially the way it dribbled down his exposed
chest and turned his white button-down translucent.
Jeff tossed his head, flicking drops of water onto his admirers. One carded a
hand through Jeff’s hair to give it a better sense of style. Jeff smiled back
happily like a puppy being pet. He trailed a hand down the front of the muscled
man in front of him, his fingers catching on his defined abs, as he rode the
man’s thigh.
Before Kurt had a chance to watch Jeff’s hand continue its trek even further
down, a stranger cut in between the crowd to dance with Kurt. Kurt raised an
interested eyebrow while sizing the new man up.
He was about of equal height with dirty blonde hair, pretty brown eyes and a
flattering navy shirt that paired well with his jeans - far more clothing than
any of the men dancing with Jeff, but Kurt didn’t mind having something to look
forward to. Kurt pushed off Blaine so he could dance closer with the newcomer.
The man perked up. He’d passed the first elimination round.
Kurt picked back up the grove of the DJ as he sidled over, throwing his arms
up, tossing his head and bouncing on the balls of his feet. He felt Blaine
behind him all the while, a hand still possessively resting on Kurt’s hip.
Every now and then, Blaine would surge forward to almost spoon Kurt as he
danced.
At a lull in the song, the stranger leaned in. “I’m Dylan!”
"Kurt."
"It’s nice to meet you, Kurt!"
Kurt grinned at the way Dylan kept shouting to be heard over the music. Well,
wasn’t he just adorable. Most men preferred action to words in places like
these.
Kurt threw a look over his shoulder and Blaine nodded back at him after taking
stock of the man from head to toe. And so, Kurt hooked a hand around Dylan’s
neck.
"Nice to meet you too."
They danced a few songs together, at parts linked dirtily, at others open and
part of the wider group of Jeff and his entourage, Blaine and Sebastian.
Wait, Sebastian?
Kurt tracked Sebastian as he approached him across the dance floor. There was a
dark, playful look in his eyes. Kurt turned to Dylan one last time, smiling
against his ear when he said, “It’s been fun, sweetie.”
Dylan pulled back, confused. Before he could verbalize a question, Sebastian
was suddenly there. He pinched the blonde’s butt teasingly when he backed away
from Kurt and yelled over the music, “Maybe next time!”
Kurt was pleased to see Dylan smile and wink as he slinked away instead of
looking like a kicked puppy at being interrupted. Yes. Next time.
Sebastian walked right into Kurt’s personal space, wrapping the large spans of
his hands around his hips and grinding into him once, twice. Then, he ducked
his head to nibble on Kurt’s neck -wonderfully exposed in his boat neck tee.
"Hello, lover."
"Hiya, Seb," Kurt answered, amused by his territorial play. Kurt pet the back
of Sebastian’s head and rocked with him to the thrum of the heavy bass.
When they kissed, Blaine made himself known again, crowding up behind Kurt and
placing his mouth wet and warm over his sweaty neck. It was gloriously arched
and exposed to his advances as Kurt strained to meet Sebastian in their kiss.
Blaine licked along the stretch of muscle languidly, petting down Kurt’s side
with one hand while hooking his other in the back pocket of Sebastian’s jeans.
The three boys lost time with each other.
Kurt looped one arm up and back around Blaine so he could alternate between
resting his weight against him, watching his two partners make-out over his
shoulder, and pushing forward to claim one of their mouths for his own. He
could feel Sebastian hard and grinding into him with every step and found
himself whimpering as his own erection was trapped between their writhing
bodies when Blaine used his grip on Sebastian’s ass to pull the man in.
They rode each other through the transition of two songs. Their stamina could
have kept them going for much longer than that, but through the thrill of
pleasure sparking up his spine at every rub of thigh or drag of hand or open-
mouthed kiss, Kurt reached a point where he couldn’t breathe past the lust
filling the air.
He excused himself demurely, slipping away from Blaine and Sebastian’s greedy
hands. “I’ll be right back!” he promised with a laugh. The two boys were
pouting at him, Blaine with his head tucked under Sebastian’s chin. “Two
minutes! You won’t even miss me.”
"That’s impossible." Kurt couldn’t tell at first who said the words -they were
spoken too deeply and too quietly to be heard easily over the music- but then
he saw Sebastian dip down and nuzzle against Blaine’s temple and he knew.
Resisting the temptation to ignore his body’s need for a break, Kurt flipped
himself around quickly so he couldn’t be pulled back into the mass of lithe,
writhing bodies.
——
Knowing the owner as he did, Kurt was able to sneak into the bathrooms at the
back of the VIP section. They were much cleaner and more spacious than the ones
in front and he could take his time instead of tripping over an unending line
of anxious men. It was the best perk he could imagine and part of the reason
they always returned to that particular club.
The boys of Dalton were often solicited by clubs and bars in the areas because
their presence always brought in better attendance. A lot of places would hold
special nights for them. Occasionally, they were on the clock and it was a
paying gig or at least the owner wouldn’t charge them a cover and they’d get
free drinks as long as they danced up some of the locals. But then there were
nights like this one when they were simply there as anonymous boys looking for
a good time.
It was the Dalton version of a field trip.
Kurt smirked at the thought, imagining other schoolboys being taken to state
fairs and science museums. He took one last glance around the room, all neon
lights and smokey atmosphere and swarms of hot barely-clothed men, then slipped
into the bathroom.
The second the door shut behind him, silence surrounded him. The walls were
intentionally thick to allow for a bit of peace and quiet and Kurt sighed
gratefully at the reprieve.
He leaned over the sinks tiredly. He never felt the effects of dancing for 3
hours straight until he stopped and then suddenly a wave of soreness and
exhaustion would overcome him. He splashed blissfully cool water on his face,
drying it off with a paper towel that he wiped against his forehead and neck.
As his temperature cooled and his other senses came back online, his ears
perked up at the sound of rustling coming from one of the stalls. He turned
around from inspecting his eyeliner and fixing the coif of his hair to see one
of the mahogany doors rattling on its hinges.
Kurt assumed someone was about to exit, but then he heard a soft groan.
Oh.
Kurt smiled, hunkering down to see two sets of feet within the single stall. He
had to clap a hand to his mouth to hold in a bark of laughter when he
recognized the designer shoes of one of the boys. Jeff.
He must have taken one of his dance partners for “break.” Kurt leaned back
against the porcelain behind him, making himself comfortable. He smirked when
he saw Jeff’s jeans suddenly pool around his ankles. Ah, he’d made it just in
time for the main event.
Kurt wasn’t embarrassed by the growing hardness in his own jeans. In fact, he
embraced it -literally. As he heard a few more grunts and Jeff’s breathless
voice saying “Yeah, yeah, there,” he cupped himself through his skinny jeans
and squeezed.
He could guess by the foot placement that Jeff was bent over the toilet, his
hands pressed against the back wall for support as his partner drilled into him
from behind. Their feet were securely planted as they thrust together and Kurt
planted his own shoulder-width apart so he could unbutton his fly and slide his
hand under his briefs.
He closed his eyes, letting himself fall into fantasy with nothing but the dull
throb of music and the wet smacks of coitus to guide him. He dragged a hand up
under his shirt to trail over his fluttering stomach and his heaving chest.
When he reached his nipples, he drew lazy circles around each until he had to
suck in a quick breath to keep from moaning.
"Yes, fuck-ungggh-“
Kurt bit his lip hard, almost drawing blood, trying not to verbalize a similar
exclamation. He tweaked one nipple between his fingers while his other hand
slowly pumped his cock. His mind imagined Jeff opening up for his partner,
always so wide and eager it almost took no effort to pound into him. There
would be new rivulets of sweat trickling down his hairline, replacing the ones
left over from dancing, and his mouth would be open as he begged for more. Jeff
was such a beggar.
Kurt startled when he heard the door open next to him, but didn’t stop his
movements as he waited to see who was about to intrude.
Blaine smiled after his head popped through the door. He looked like he was
about to say something when he noticed Kurt’s hand down his pants and heard the
gentle thuds coming from the nearby stall. Without a word, he approached the
debauched Kurt in short order and lifted him up onto the countertop. He crowded
in-between the other boy’s knees and leaned in for an unprompted kiss.
Kurt hummed happily against him, wrapping his legs around Blaine’s waist and
rolling his body against him. He had to qualms about turning his solo act into
something more.
Blaine reached between them quickly to unzip his slacks and pull Kurt free of
his briefs and then let them rub together. They moved like that for a while.
Every so often, the heads of their cocks would catch in just the right way and
they would go from gentle rocks to erratic jerks while their kisses opened
wider and went deeper.
All the while, behind them, they let Jeff and his companion speak for them.
"Oh god, it’s just- you’re so big. I always forget-"
Forget? Kurt’s curiosity was peaked, but he quickly lost his train of thought
when Blaine sucked hard around his tongue.
"Mmm, yes. I-I’m close!”
Blaine murmured an agreement against Kurt’s lips, rutting faster than before.
He’d been worked up on the dance floor for too long and was already on the
verge of coming. Kurt racked the nails of one hand down Blaine’s back in
response and then wrapped both arms tightly around his shoulders.
"Unh-I don- more, just a lit-tle, fuck me, yes!”
Kurt buried his head against Blaine’s neck, breaking their kisses in favor of
biting the other boy to keep in his screams. He squeezed tighter around
Blaine’s waist with his legs, so tight their was no longer a push and pull to
their thrusts, just a constant pressure of cock-on-cock as they rode each other
in perfect sync.
Both of them eventually tuned Jeff out, too overcome by their own sensations,
which was why they were surprised when the blonde showed up at their side a
minute later. His hair was in shambles -though, to be fair, it had been like
that earlier too- and his eyes blood shot. Blaine stared back at him dumbly
with a wide open mouth. He and Kurt were still angling for release.
Kurt couldn’t see Jeff with his head pressed to Blaine’s other side, but he
could see Nick as he exited the bathroom stall and zipped up his pants.
"Nick!"
He hadn’t meant to say anything, but the other boy just grinned back at him and
joined Jeff at the sink to clean up. Nick must have pulled Jeff away from the
dance floor with the promise of a quickie. There wasn’t much else that
separated Jeff from a good groove.
"Nice time for a ‘break,’ isn’t it?" Jeff teased Blaine, nudging his side and
forcing him harder against Kurt.
“Ungh,” Kurt groaned out loud for the first time. He held on tighter with arms
and legs, his rhythm unbroken by their surprise guests, and just as Jeff winked
at them on his way out the door he and Blaine came with a shout.
——
They retired to the VIP lounge after that. Wes and David were already there,
enjoying a few elaborate cocktails with fresh fruit and those tiny little
umbrellas Trent liked to play with. Speaking of, Trent was chattering next to
them while twirling one between his fingers.
Blaine waved as he approached with Kurt, his other hand intertwined with his
best friend’s. He settled at the booth next to Wes, dropping all the way to the
floor without a second thought. Kurt sat above him and provided his knees as
back support. Blaine smiled up at him sweetly in thanks.
"You-ah, you missed some," Wes laughed above him. Blaine quirked an eyebrow
until the Head Warbler leaned down and swiped a finger from his chin to the
curve of his bottom lip. When he pulled it away, there was a bit of Kurt’s come
on it. "Such a messy eater."
Blaine blushed, then took Wes’s finger into his mouth to clean it off. Right as
Kurt was about to pet him for it, Sebastian arrived and collapsed down on the
couch with his head in Kurt’s lap. “Seb!” Kurt laughed while smacking the boy’s
arm.
"I’m exhausted,” Sebastian whined melodramatically. Not that he wasn’t always
over-the-top about things. He turned his head so he could see Blaine and
frowned enviously at the way his friend was leaning his head against Kurt’s
knee. “Blaine,” he drawled thoughtfully, “come here.” He patted his thighs as
if indicating Blaine should sit in his lap.
Blaine looked up at Kurt before complying and when his master shook his head
ruefully, he stayed where he was.
"Stop it, Seb. You can’t have him just because you’re jealous."
Sebastian shot up at that. “I am not!”
Wes burst into laughter. David and Trent were quick to follow.
"Yeah you are!" Trent shouted. He was bent in half, holding his stomach from
laughing so hard.
Sebastian fumed good-naturedly. “All kidding aside, where’s my favorite sub
anyways?” He glanced out the back of the lounge to the dance floor to try to
pick Thad out from the masses.
"I thought I saw him dancing earlier," David spoke up. But Wes was quick to
shake his head, still chuckling behind one hand.
"No, no, I think he headed to the bar a minute ago."
Sebastian scanned the room, landing on the bar, and saw Thad receiving a dirty
martini. The rest of the Dalton boys went back to their conversations from
earlier, but he kept his gaze trained on the slim Warbler. He could handle
himself, but sometimes the Caregiver in him came out and it was harder for him
to turn guys down. He wanted to please everyone.
Wes started talking about new songs they could sing at their next performance,
most of his choices clearly influenced from the DJ’s catalog. Sebastian
listened to their discussion with one ear, smiling when Kurt started stroking
his hand soothingly. Blaine subtly shifted so he was still pressed against
Kurt’s calf, but had one shoulder touching Sebastian and Sebastian had to
resist the urge to ruffle his hair.
Never alone. It was an unwritten and unspoken code amongst the Warblers.
"Hey, wait, we can’t use any of those! Trent will tell the Canaries and they’ll
steal them right out from under us!"
Sebastian glanced away from Thad at David’s words.
Trent guffawed. “Oh come on! I’m not a spy!”
When they started to squabble, Sebastian turned away again to resume his watch
on Thad.
Thad who was suddenly surrounded by five very interested, very eager, very tall
men. The second he saw his friend gesture negatively at one of them and try to
slip away, Sebastian stood up.
"Seb?" Kurt asked.
Sebastian didn’t respond, just stood in place, waiting to see if one of the
guys would give Thad any trouble. When one did, grabbing the slimmer boy’s arm
to prevent his escape and shoving him back into the center of the circle of
men, Sebastian strode over to intervene. The rest of the Dalton boys followed.
It was easy to break things up. Sebastian was the same size as the strangers,
plus it was eight against five once Nick and Jeff joined in. They formed a
barrier around Thad and shoved the drunken men back.
"Not tonight."
That was all Sebastian said when one of them tried to start a fight.
"Hey, he wanted it!"
"I highly doubt that," Sebastian spat, looking down his nose at them.
"Regardless, we’re leaving. And he’s coming with us."
They moved as one out the door, tipping their heads to the bartender and the
owner who had walked in from the back. The bouncer tried to apologize as they
hailed their driver, but Wes just waved him off.
"It’s okay. No one can handle themselves around Thad."
Then, they all piled into their limo. No one commented when Sebastian sat Thad
on his lap and wrapped his arms protectively around the flushed boy. Kurt
leaned his head against Sebastian’s shoulder and wrapped his own arm around
Blaine who nuzzled into his side. Nick and Jeff slouched along the side seat
contentedly, while Wes, Trent and David continued their argument about song
selection.
The night faded to black around them as they returned from whence they came,
the world a passing blur.
***** The Orientation *****
Chapter Notes
     Additional warnings for this chapter: BP, comeplay, deep-throating.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"I wonder if he’s nervous."
"Of course he’s nervous. Everyone’s nervous on judgment day."
"I wasn’t," Blaine said while puffing out his chest.
"Well, you’re not normal."
"No, I just knew what I wanted." He side-eyed Kurt, bumping into his side
affectionately.
"I wasn’t even here yet when you were enrolled."
"Ah, but I knew you’d find me eventually," Blaine whispered lowly into Kurt’s
ear, squeezing his hand.
Wes watched from his spot behind them, sharing a knowing look with David, and
pretended he hadn’t heard Blaine’s touching words. Kurt and Blaine partnering
off was the Warblers best kept secret - though the two made them work for it.
They were anything but subtle with their public displays of affection.
The Warblers had all gathered together outside the doors to the Admissions
Office. They weren’t alone. In fact, most of the student body was loitering in
the hallway, eager to catch a glimpse of the new recruits.
There were fifteen new boys this semester with the potential to be sorted into
Care or Possession. The Dean had an uncanny ability of being able to tell where
someone belonged just from their written application, so he was able to keep
both departments relatively equal in size. In addition to The Warblers, there
were another 51 boys in Possession and, in addition to The Canaries, there were
58 in Care.
Which meant that Possession was likely to get most of the newbies.
“Stop it. You’re practically drooling.” Kurt smacked the back of Sebastian’s
head when he started grinning too widely.
"But Kuuuuurt,” Sebastian whined as obnoxiously as possible. Trent snickered
nearby. “A pussy. A boypussy. He has to end up with us. Has. To.”
Just saying the word out loud conjured up fantasy after fantasy in Kurt’s mind.
Boypussies were extremely rare and, while the boys had studied them in books
and were well practiced with the female variety, there was an extra thrill that
ran up all their spines at the idea of a boy with one. And apparently the Dean
had found just such a boy.
"All right, all right, that’s enough! Clear out!" Mrs. Cardinal called when she
exited the office and noticed the crowd that had gathered. “We’ll post
designations after lunch, as always.” She crossed her arms and stared hard at
everyone until they slinked away.
Kurt was ready to join Nick and Jeff in the rec room to pass the time, but
Blaine caught his hand before he could enter.
“Let’s go back to my room… I-I have something for you.”
——
David was gone when they got there, most likely still down in the commons with
the rest of their friends. Kurt dropped onto the bed with a bounce while Blaine
ducked into his closet. He came out a minute later with a hand cupped around
the back of his neck sheepishly and the other hiding behind his back.
"So, I know we can’t wear any visible jewelry with our uniforms unless it’s a
collar, but I found these the other day and couldn’t help myself."
Kurt raised an intrigued eyebrow at the excited flush that bloomed across
Blaine’s cheeks, then watched as Blaine produced a small black jewelry box tied
with a red ribbon.
"Happy Anniversary."
Kurt’s eyes misted, because while he hadn’t forgotten that today was the
anniversary of the day he met Blaine singing in the choir room, he hadn’t
expected Blaine to get him anything. He should have, though, Blaine was always
so sentimental.
He smiled gratefully at Blaine before carefully pulling the ribbon loose and
snapping the lid open. Inside nested two_matching_bracelets made of dark wooden
beads, each with a charm shaped like a puzzle piece hanging from them.
"Oh Blaine, they’re perfect."
"You like them?"
Kurt just nodded his head, not trusting his wavering voice. Blaine smiled
widely and plucked the bracelets from the box to slip them over their wrists.
The beads knocked together with a pleasantly comforting sound as Blaine
arranged them so the charms lined up. He linked the two puzzle pieces together,
all the while Kurt looked on fondly at his impish expression.
“See? Together we make a whole,” Blaine explained unnecessarily. Maybe he was a
little nervous. Love was an emotion Kurt had helped him discover and he now
lived in terror of it ever leaving him.
Kurt raised his bare hand to trail the tips of his fingers across Blaine’s
downturned cheek. Blaine lifted up at the touch, his anxious heart stilling in
the calm of Kurt’s all-consuming gaze.
“Then together we shall remain,” Kurt whispered into his slightly parted mouth.
They kissed until their lips tingled and minds melded and only moved from the
bed when their stomachs reminded them it was lunchtime.
——
"Seb!" Kurt yelled in excitement as he burst through Sebastian’s door two hours
later.
"A little busy here, Hummel!" Sebastian grunted out. He was standing next to
his bed and pounding Thad into his mattress. The other boy was at an awkward
angle, facing down with his legs wrapped around Sebastian’s thighs and his head
smashed sideways into the comforter.
Kurt admired their form as he entered the room, Blaine sticking to the doorway
behind him. “Well, hurry up!” he barked and slapped Sebastian’s ass. Both
Sebastian and Thad groaned upon impact. “They’re posting the designations in
the main hall in two minutes.”
Sebastian’s eyes widened impossibly large. He gripped tighter to Thad’s hips
and plunged into him faster and harder.
Kurt playfully sidled up right behind Sebastian. He slipped his forefinger in
between the taller boy’s flexed ass cheeks and dragged it down until he could
press against Sebastian’s puckered hole.
“Mmmf-" Sebastian stuttered in his rhythm, poking his ass out a little so the
pressure of Kurt’s finger was greater.
"Like that do you? Such a greedy little bastard," Kurt said conversationally
before quirking his finger in order to press the tip of his knuckle into
Sebastian. That was all his friend needed to come hot and fast and deep inside
Thad. Kurt smirked, spanking Sebastian once more on his way out the door.
“Come on! We’re going to be late.”
——
The grand ballroom was at capacity with students and professors and staff.
Chairs were placed in rows on either side of the room facing each other - one
section for Care and one for Possession. Assemblies called for “true” attire,
which meant whatever clothing or lack-thereof one felt their truest self in, as
opposed to the creased slacks and pinstriped ties they had to wear for class.
The majority of the student body wore the traditional Dalton uniform anyway,
with a few sub collars peeking out from under their white starched shirts, and
only a few shirtless, pants-less, tie-less, or clothes-less students sprinkled
in the mix.
At the head of the room, where the senior faculty sat in between the two
departments, Dean Thurgood called for attention with a gavel on the top of his
podium. Wes flinched a fraction of an inch and Nick pinched his side teasingly.
Wes and that gavel went way back.
"Warblers, Canaries, present!"
The two elite groups immediately filed away from their respective sides of the
hall to line up side by side in front of the Dean’s podium. Wes stood jerkily
to lead his team, no one commenting on the fact that he was suddenly half-hard.
The Canaries were impeccably dressed, not a tie loose or blazer unbuttoned, and
stood as one cohesive unit with straight backs and beaming smiles off to the
right.
The Warblers, though equally perfect in form and posture, were a bit more
mismatched on the left. They always presented naked and stood based on their
tested designations – regardless of if they were claimed or not. The Doms stood
tall, arms clasped behind their backs, mouths set in firm lines. The subs knelt
in front of them, heads bowed, all wearing collars as well as even more
restrictive bindings if they so desired. Kurt, being not only a trained Switch
like the others but a designated Switch, sat primly on Blaine’s back.
“These two teams represent the best that Dalton has to offer. To be among them
is an honor and something each student here should strive towards. They are not
only your champions of form, but heralds of what is to come and guardians of
every boy that walks these distinguished halls.”
Kurt sat a little straighter as the Dean continued on. It was nice to be so
praised. He never tried to act elitist, so sometimes he forgot where he was or
who he was and how he was viewed. Pride swelled in his chest from being
reminded that he worked hard to not be just another escort. Dalton was more
than a pretty face and fast hand, and the Warblers were even more than that.
They were the ones sought after by the rich and famous, the powerful and
discerning.
They did not disappoint.
The rest of the assembly passed with the usual fanfare. After talking Dalton up
and inspiring the new recruits, Dean Thurgood introduced the staff and then
asked for their help as he called forth each new student and announced their
departmental placement. Sebastian and Jeff high-fived behind their backs when
Hunter Clarington, the boy with the pussy, ended up in Possession.
Once all was said and done, everyone was released for the day and the Warblers
and Canaries convened in the music room for their annual meet-and-greet. Meet-
and-greet being a polite term for hazing - something the administration didn’t
frown upon, but did monitor. Four professors were posted at each wall of the
music room to keep an eye on the proceedings and to make sure no one
overstepped.
For the Warblers, hazing usually devolved into a massive group orgy with the
veterans testing out the rookies and introducing them to their new, shared
life. Wes always did an admirable job of finding a way to make everyone happy
without scaring anyone off, since this was supposed to be further enticement to
get the new students to audition to become one of them.
That being said, it didn’t take long for Hunter to become the center of a
circle-jerk session of admiring fans. Kurt would have felt worse if the boy
didn’t have a calculating gleam in his eye. He clearly liked being the center
of attention. He spread his legs wider to prove it, squirting his second orgasm
across Blaine’s face and neck, who’d been licking him open for several long
minutes. Kurt had to pull Blaine away when Hunter started whining as Blaine
continued to suck at his oversensitive folds.
Sebastian patted Jeff’s ass twice a few feet away, urging him forward. He
nodded in Blaine’s direction and instructed, “Lick it off him.”
"Yes, Sir," Jeff said and dropped to his knees to crawl over towards Blaine. He
wasn’t in the mood to fight Sebastian’s dominance, especially not about
something he was eager to do.
Blaine mewled unhappily and reared back a little on his knees, but Kurt was
right there to stop him. He snagged a handful of Blaine’s hair and pulled so
his neck was exposed and his chin pointed towards Jeff. Blaine looked up at his
master pitifully.
"I know, honey, I know how you like it. You’re such a little comeslut, aren’t
you?"
Blaine wasn’t always that way, but this new boy tasted so good.
"Well you’ve already had your fill. Let Jeff have a taste." Blaine tried to
lower his head in resignation, but Kurt tugged more harshly on the curls in his
grasp. “Don’t move."
The command was hard and deep and Blaine immediately went rigid. He watched
from the bottom of his lids as Jeff moved in and started licking tentatively at
his chin. It was kittenish and Blaine almost found himself purring in response.
He waited through chin and ear and neck as Jeff started to become greedier,
flattening his tongue for bigger tastes and sucking at Blaine’s skin to remove
every trace of come. Blaine found himself moaning unconsciously, his flaccid
cock twitching against his leg in interest.
"Looks like he likes it," Sebastian snarked. Kurt wasn’t sure at first if he
meant Jeff liking Hunter’s come or Blaine liking Jeff’s tongue, but it seemed
true either way.
Kurt was anxious for a taste himself, but became distracted by a new boy
standing with the Canaries on the other side of the room. He had sandy blonde
hair and a smile that didn’t falter and he drew Kurt in in a way he hadn’t been
for a while.
Trent caught him looking and approached with curious eyes. “See something you
like?”
"That one," Kurt indicated with his chin. “What’s his name again?"
"Adam." Trent subtly caught the attention of his leader, gaining permission for
what he knew Kurt wanted with secretive smiles and nods. “Greg says you can
have a turn, if you’d like." Kurt nodded slowly without pulling his eyes from
the man.
“Adam!” Trent beckoned with a hand, a broad look of welcoming on his face,
slapping Adam jovially on the back once he arrived.
"Yes, Trent?"
He had an accent. Kurt cocked his head to the side in wonder, sharing an
interested look with Blaine before staring back at bright green.
"This is Kurt, a member of the Warblers. He wanted to meet you." Trent slapped
his back once more before departing, knowing he was leaving his recruit in good
hands.
"Hi! I’m Adam. It’s a pleasure." The hand he stuck out for a shake was firm and
large when Kurt palmed it and soft at the tips. His skin was warm, inviting,
just like the rest of him.
"A pleasure indeed, Adam," Kurt dragged the name out, testing it on his tongue.
It rolled pleasantly into a hum that he carried into his first command,
“Kneel."
"Excuse me?" Adam’s bright smile faltered slightly. The nerves he’d been very
good at hiding all through orientation made themselves known. Kurt didn’t like
the shiver of sudden fear and reached out to cup Adam’s cheek soothingly.
"None of that, now.” He waited until Adam calmed, then tried again. “I said
kneel. That’s an order."
Adam hesitated, his brain re-wiring itself. Kurt glanced again at Greg, then at
Mr. Walden for final confirmation that he was allowed this, and they both
nodded. Instincts were not just followed, but embraced at Dalton, and as long
as they remained safe and sane, they could lead themselves down any path they
decided on.
Adam didn’t see the acknowledgements going on over his shoulder; he was too
focused on the hand still cupping his cheek and the short dark-haired boy
poised at Kurt’s side like a shadow. There was an open friendliness in Blaine’s
expression that Adam related to and he found himself kneeling almost
subconsciously. Blaine tracked him, following him down to the floor, placing
one grounding hand on Kurt’s calf.
"Blaine. Show him."
"Yes, Sir."
And Blaine did. He walked Adam through stroking Kurt to full hardness and
scratching pleasant tingles up his thighs, accurately reading Adam’s shaking
hands as anxious but not scared. They shared the weight of Kurt’s balls,
rolling them with intertwined hands, and rubbed as one up his length. They
stretched the skin over the head, stroked the seeping slit, and watched Kurt
throw his head back and groan happily.
“Yessss, good, good boys.”
Blaine preened, knowing the praise was mostly for him since Adam didn’t
identify as a sub… yet.
"The rest, Blaine, now," Kurt moaned with eyes clenched shut.
Adam raised his eyebrows up in question, his hands pausing uncertainly around
Kurt.
Blaine leaned towards him for a soft kiss. It wasn’t searching or demanding,
more a hello and a thank you. He pushed at Adam’s mouth with his own until the
other man pushed back and just when Adam was falling deeper with open gasps and
a questing tongue, Blaine pulled back and nudged him towards Kurt’s twitching
cock.
Adam took the hint and slid the flat of his tongue up the underside of Kurt’s
dick, Blaine shifting to curl around his back. He plastered their bodies
together, skin to skin, and gripped Adam’s hands to replace them on Kurt’s
flexed thighs. They rocked as one while Adam took Kurt fully into his mouth and
began to bob back and forth, Blaine nuzzling behind Adam’s ear and whispering
encouragements to the novice.
Kurt, meanwhile, was transcendent above them. Something about Adam had called
to him and he was glad he answered. He was so turned on he was feverish, sweat
beading down his forehead and shivers destabilizing his legs. He had watched
Blaine with Adam until his eyes blurred, then had to give up the alluring sight
for the fireworks exploding behind his closed eyelids. It was almost too much,
except that he felt tethered to this unnatural high and imagined he could
remain at this peak without ever tipping over for the rest of his life.
"Hey, there," Sebastian’s voice slammed into his ears like lightning and it
wasn’t until Kurt gasped and woke from his trance that he realized how he was
teetering backwards. Sebastian caught him by standing so close that he had
nowhere to fall. “You okay?"
“Seb,” Kurt keened, unable to answer with anything more. He felt better than
okay, but also shakier than ever. His hands, one each gripped in the hair of
the boys below, clenched and unclenched uncertainly.
"Hey, I got you," Sebastian soothed. His hands settled at Kurt’s hips, his eyes
on Adam. “He’s quite the charmer, eh?"
Kurt ignored him, words still failing him, his body undulating from Adam’s push
and pull into the hard line of Sebastian - Sebastian, whose cock was slick and
wet and still hard as it found a home between Kurt’s ass cheeks. It wasn’t the
familiar cool squelch of lube that Kurt rubbed against, either. Which meant
that Sebastian had abandoned his turn with Hunter when he noticed Kurt
faltering, his dick still coated in the slick juices of the boy’s pussy.
Kurt released his hold on Adam’s waves to wrap an arm up and around Sebastian’s
neck. He rocked more purposefully into the taller boy and let his head loll to
the side so he could breathe in thick gulps of the musky scent gathered around
his clavicle.
Sebastian jerked with a grunt, Kurt’s eyes popping open momentarily with it.
“Thad?” he called out. His voice was thin, almost sleepy, in his state of
suspended arousal. He let his other hand slip from Blaine to search back and to
the right. He smiled when Thad arched into his reach, knowing from his position
that he most likely just nibbled Sebastian’s ass.
“I’m here, Sir,” came Thad’s timid voice. He kissed Kurt’s palm sweetly. Kurt
smiled to himself and floated a little longer in the middle of a very elaborate
sandwich, until-
"B-Blaine," Kurt gasped. Blaine looked up from where he’d rested his head
against Adam’s back. He recognized Kurt’s tone and with one glance at how
debauched his master was, he knew what he needed.
He eased his hand off Adam’s dick, where he’d been leisurely playing, and slid
both palms up his smooth chest to pull him backwards.
Adam held firm for a minute, sucking harder to stay where he was. Blaine bit
down gently at the juncture of his neck and shoulder to show his insistence and
then pulled back harder. Adam finally popped off with a whine and fell into
Blaine’s arms.
"Why? Was I doing something wrong?"
Blaine observed the new boy, seeing exactly what Kurt had first seen in the
eager blond. He was one of those that straddled the line between Care and
Submission - so desiring to please.
"No," Blaine reassured. He gently nudged the older boy to sit at his side and
took up position in front of Kurt. “He doesn’t want to take liberties with you
on your first day."
"Liberties?"
But Blaine couldn’t clarify, as he was already shifting his attention up,
witnessing Sebastian cradle Kurt in his arms while keeping him high on
sensation with fingers circling nipples and lips caressing the marked skin of
his neck. He loved watching them play with each other almost as much as he
loved when they played with him.
"Sir," Blaine prompted, not wanting to take initiative in case Kurt wasn’t
ready for him. He felt a hand grab for his and glanced down briefly to see Thad
smiling at him from where he was leaning his cheek on Sebastian’s thigh. He
smiled back, sharing a moment of sub solidarity.
Kurt awoke above them with a drawn out moan. He gripped Blaine tightly by his
hair and shoved him towards his cock.
Blaine was expecting the move, so his mouth was already open, his free hand
already guiding Kurt. He took a quick, deep breath before being plunged down
hard, knowing he wouldn’t get much air in through his nose for the next little
while. He didn’t even think before relaxing his throat, so Kurt sank all the
way across his tongue and beyond. Kurt held Blaine there, thrusting shallowly
and shuddering when Blaine swallowed around him.
"Yes, fuck hnnnngh…”
Adam watched with sudden understanding. He was now very grateful that Kurt
hadn’t asked this of him, never having deep-throated before. He sat back,
thoughtful, watching the four men before him all intertwined with a singular,
unspoken purpose. There was beauty in the sight, not just lust, though he did
have to take himself in hand to help with the latter. He imagined he’d miss
this when he studied almost exclusively with the Canaries in Care.
"Think you can wait a little longer?" Sebastian’s voice was poison in Kurt’s
ear.
Blaine heard and managed to close his throat under the guise of swallowing so
that Kurt was pushed out a little and making shorter thrusts. He knew that Kurt
wouldn’t be able to keep going if he was that far deep.
"I-I… Sebastian,” Kurt keened. It was more than the usual kind of sound that
implied yesmorepleasegodyes, instead a true beg that meant his body was too far
gone for his admirable will to stop it from coming. Kurt was known for his
ability to stave off orgasm when denied, but he wasn’t sure he could this time.
He slowed his movements to give himself time to try to find that peaceful plane
of ecstasy that he’d been hovering on before.
“Please, no, I don’t think- ungggh- fuck, I ca-can’t-” Kurt squinted his eyes
tightly closed, but no amount of zen imagery could hold off what he felt
shooting up from the souls of his feet and down from the tops of his shoulders.
Sebastian continued to rock into him, the head of his cock popping up out of
the top of Kurt’s ass cheeks and sliding past his hole on the way down.
Hunter’s come mixed with Sebastian’s pre-come and dribbled down Kurt’s leg.
"Ok… what about another round?"
He ran his hands down Kurt’s front and scratched at his thighs before grabbing
Blaine’s head and snapping his hips to shove Kurt as far down his throat as
possible. Blaine grabbed hard at Kurt’s leg to center himself, making
impressions in pale skin with the pads of his fingers, his other hand squeezed
sympathetically by Thad.
Kurt quickly stopped trying to find his way up into the clouds where pinpricks
of sensation couldn’t touch him and slammed back down into reality with a flush
of come down Blaine’s throat.
"Oh shit-” He bit his tongue from the intensity of his orgasm. His head felt
fuzzy from the sudden blood rush. The muscles beneath his skin shivered with
relief.
Sebastian didn’t give him a chance to breathe.
"Blaine, on all fours. There. Now." He pointed at the floor a few feet from
where they stood. Blaine was gasping, leaning back on his hands, almost
accidentally leaning back onto Adam as well. He looked well and truly whipped
when he glanced up to catch Sebastian’s order, but he obediently rolled over
and crawled to the place Sebastian had indicated.
Adam was about to follow, his eyes and mouth wide open in bafflement that what
Blaine had endured wasn’t enough, but then Trent called to him.
"Adam! We’re going to do some ice breakers. Can you come back here, please?”
Adam regarded the dozen or so Canaries, still mostly clothed and still mostly
talking, only a few debauched on the couch with one another. Then, he turned
back around to observe the Warblers. The main group in the background had
fallen into chaos in an unidentifiable tangle of limbs, two or three boys
separated out to grind each other against the wall.
And then he focused closer, to the quad moving on to round two next to him.
Sebastian had bent Kurt over Blaine so his hands were pressed into the sub’s
back and was slamming into him from behind. Thad had crawled beneath them all,
alternating between kissing Blaine and petting Kurt’s heaving chest. Adam could
see Kurt’s cock straining to get hard for the second time while it jerked back
and forth between his legs from Sebastian’s harsh movements.
He wanted to be a part of that. He wanted to insert himself in the mix and take
Kurt in until he found release – not from Blaine’s throat, but from Adam’s
thighs. He wanted to know what it was like to be synced with not just a single
lover as he was guaranteed in Care, but with multiple.
He caught Trent’s gaze again and the boy’s cheeks dimpled with a knowing smile.
“Go,” he mouthed, then turned to return to his circle of Canaries.
Adam floundered for a moment, his split-second decision feeling too impulsive.
He shuffled cautiously forward on his knees to reach Blaine’s side. Blaine
grinned in the same way as Trent, nodding to himself before returning his focus
to the ground as he continued to take both Kurt and Sebastian’s weight. Adam
laid a hand softly on his back.
“A-Adam,” Kurt grunted above him.
Adam removed his gaze from where he’d been watching Kurt’s fingers digging into
the muscles of Blaine’s back. He had been surreptitiously inching his hand over
to cover them.
Kurt was sweaty and flushed, almost the complete opposite as when he first
introduced himself to Adam not too long ago. Moisture beaded on his forehead
and gathered in drops that splashed down onto Blaine. On Sebastian’s next
thrust, Kurt forced open his eyes to see Adam fully.
They shared a moment. One second amidst the maelstrom when sound and sensation
ceased. And then out of the abyss, came Kurt’s voice.
“Welcome to the Warblers.”
Chapter End Notes
     And here it is, the final part of DSA. It’s been such a lovely
     journey; I’ve met so many wonderful people through this fic and
     gained so much confidence as a writer (this was one of my first
     attempts at writing smut!). I hope you all have enjoyed the orgies! :
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