Being collared was...totally weird and completely right at the same time.

The next day, Blaine lay in bed beside Kurt, eyes still closed, smiling and touching his collar. It was weird how that small piece of metal had the power to make him so happy.

He thought back to yesterday and smiled even harder. Him calling Kurt "sweet cheeks" had resulted in a spanking that had started playful but soon had him desperately rutting against Kurt and coming from nothing more than Kurt's hand on his ass and his cock trapped between Kurt's legs. Then Kurt had made him rim him, insisting he prove that he really thought him sweet. And god, he was. The musky smell and taste in combination with the sounds Kurt made and the heady feeling of being the one who had made Kurt come undone like that had almost been enough to make him come again.

Only almost, though, and Kurt had declared one orgasm was enough, though this had not kept him from teasing Blaine, stroking him to the point of completion and stopping at the last moment more than once. Then he had spooned Blaine, trapping his hands in an iron hard grip that wouldn't allow him to touch himself even if he tried, and gone to sleep.

Blaine had followed suit surprisingly soon after, considering his rigid cock that stubbornly refused to give up hope.

And now he was awake again, and remembering yesterday soon left him in the same state he had been in when going to sleep.

He hadn't noticed the mattress shifting, nor had he heard anything, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Kurt standing by the bed, looking down on him with cool blue eyes. He radiated Dominance; his posture and the cold, hard look in his eyes that nearly obscured the love that Blaine knew was always there, had him on his knees at Kurt's feet before he even knew how he got there. A surge of submission gripped him, so strong he had rarely felt it before. Arousal came with it, quickly making his cock grow to full hardness, and he moaned and shuffled closer to his Master, mouthing at the outline of his cock through his boxers.

Kurt chuckled, but Blaine could feel him get hard against his cheek. He had automatically clasped his hands behind his back when he had fallen to his knees, so he tried to move the waistband of Kurt's boxers down with his teeth, and his Master moaned and helped him get them down faster.

His usual technique got lost in desire, and he swallowed and slurped around his Master's cock, the noises loud and obscene in the quiet room. There was nothing he wanted more, no desires except pleasuring his Master, and he doubled his efforts when he heard Kurt's hard breathing. He couldn't suppress his own moans, and he opened his throat to let his Master fuck his mouth until the hand in his hair gripped him harder and he felt the first hot spurts of Kurt's come on his tongue.

He swallowed it all and whimpered with loss when Kurt pulled his spent cock out of his mouth. He wanted more; he could never get enough of his Master, not to mention that his own erection was still throbbing between his legs. But he had no desire to speak, couldn't even seem to remember how to make his mouth work, and when Kurt took a step backwards, he shuffled after him on his knees and rested his head against Kurt's knee for a moment, then pressed a reverent kiss on his ankle. Kurt pulled him up, and he stood on wobbly legs, shivering when his Master ran a teasing finger along the length of his cock.

"I like you like this," he said. "All desperate for me. I think you'll stay like this for a bit."

Kurt's voice still sounded so strong to him that he didn't even think of protesting, even with just a whimper or a move. There was nothing to be done but bow his head to his Master's decision, and he did so happily, falling to his knees again and staying there even as Kurt got dressed in sweat pants and a soft shirt.

Then Kurt said a wonderful thing.

"It's still early. Let's go back to bed."

…...

It had to be the collar, Kurt thought. He had woken up, seen Blaine touch it and smile, and the only thought left in his head had been, "Mine." He wouldn't have been able to change his mood if he wanted to; his whole body screamed to possess and Dominate Blaine. And so he did, and he didn't think he would stop anytime soon. Oh, he knew that the intense submission Blaine showed, as well as the aggressive strength he himself felt, was merely a phase. It would pass, probably as soon as the collar wouldn't be quite so new anymore. But until then, he intended to enjoy it.

Blaine hadn't said a word all morning, not even to protest Kurt's decision to not let him come for the time being. It would have worried Kurt, but he felt Blaine was comfortable, and he knew he was reacting to his Dominance. It was a beautiful thing, really, and once again he marveled at how well they fit together – all of their problems notwithstanding.

He was so glad they had been able to turn everything around yesterday, that they had talked about everything, hopefully resolving most of it, and then still having a really nice night. Although nice was really the right word. Mind-blowing, for example, was much more fitting.

He did not mind giving Blaine more agency. On the contrary, if it kept him from screwing up as he had with the collaring, he was more than happy to try talking to Blaine about things like that beforehand, though admittedly, it might take some getting used to. He smiled as he looked at Blaine, who lay curled-up in his arms, eyes closed to the movie that Kurt had put on as a background to what would probably become a long nap. At the moment, making decisions didn't seem to be any priority.

And that was fine, too. Kurt would happily protect Blaine from anything unpleasant in real life if he could, but since that wasn't possible, he'd settle for now.

He kept feeling like this the whole day. At some point, after they woke up a second time, they reluctantly got out of bed to have lunch. Kurt didn't even try to have Blaine make something; though he was fully submissive, he was in no condition for service. And while he walked to the table, instead of sitting down opposite from Kurt as usual, he knelt down on the floor beside him. Kurt was happy to let it pass today and fed Blaine with bite-sized pieces from his sandwich, every now and then stroking his hair.

Blaine still hadn't said a word, and as Kurt looked at him in his barely-there state, he got increasingly determined to get him to talk – or at least beg.

So, after lunch, he pulled out the fold-out couch, had Blaine lie down on it and cuffed his hands and feet to various pieces of furniture he had to push close, as the couch clearly wasn't made for such endeavors. The resulting look was...adventurous and rather upset his decorating, but it didn't matter. Blaine lying there spread-eagled, staring at Kurt with wide eyes in which there was more than a hint of excitement, was so hot, and Kurt had to reaffirm his resolve to make this last as long as possible to really make Blaine beg.

So he kissed Blaine, long and dirty, and when he saw the excitement in Blaine's eyes reflected in other parts of his body, he kissed his way down his chest, lightly tracing his nipples with his tongue and grazing them with his teeth, and then further down until he arrived at Blaine's cock. He didn't take it in his mouth, just swirled his tongue around the tip a few times, tasting the first few drops of precome. But when Blaine almost reluctantly began to moan, he stopped, got up, and started doing the household chores that would normally be Blaine's. He felt Blaine's eyes follow him around the room as he worked, slowly and methodically, always keeping an eye and an ear on Blaine.

When Blaine's breathing evened out and his erection began to flag, Kurt went back to the couch, pulled down his pants and straddled Blaine's chest. His cock didn't need much enticement to get fully hard, but he stroked himself anyway in front of Blaine's hungry gaze, masturbating until a drop of precome glistened on the tip. He wiped it off with a finger that he then put against Blaine's lip. After half a second, he felt Blaine's tongue lick it off. Then he rose, pulled up his pants and resumed work, taking Blaine's frustrated groan as a success.

He continued teasing Blaine for hours, working and later pretending to work with interruptions of going down on Blaine, finger fucking him or licking and biting him until he was a panting, sweaty mess – and then, at long last, he begged.

Kurt had his face buried between the cheeks of Blaine's ass, swirling his tongue around his hole and occasionally dipping it inside, but never seriously, never enough. So he wasn't sure when he thought he finally heard words, but when he lifted his head, he clearly heard Blaine panting and begging in nearly incomprehensible words.

"Please...Master, please, make me come...god, I can't...please, please, Master..."

Kurt grinned. Victory. Then he whispered, "Come," and swallowed Blaine's cock.

As Blaine was still shouting out his orgasm, he finally gave in to his own desire and pushed into Blaine's from hours of teasing well lubricated and stretched hole. He drove into Blaine without restraint, hitting his prostate as often as he could until he was moaning from oversensitivity and, once again, muttering incoherent words.

But Kurt was too worked up from their game, so he couldn't draw it out and soon cried out, coming as Blaine clenched around him.

Afterwards, they lay on the couch, sweaty and entangled, and Kurt congratulated himself on his foresight in putting sheets on the couch.

"Oh my god," Blaine said.

"So now you can talk, can you?" Kurt teased, and he was ridiculously happy when Blaine stuck his tongue out at him.

"First, that's entirely your fault, and second, I'll gladly go silent for a day if that's the result. Can we do something like that again some day, Sir?"

Kurt smiled, wrapped his arms around Blaine, and nodded.

There wasn't much he wouldn't do for him.

So, that's it for now! Thanks so much to everyone who has in some way enjoyed this story and told me so. A lot of you wanted a sequel, so that's going to happen. I will probably start posting it shortly after the last episode of Glee, and hope you will continue reading even though our show has ended.