„Kurt!" Blaine gasped, holding on to his boyfriend who was hovering over him, buried deep inside him and panting right into his ear. "God, Kurt." He groaned again and locked his feet behind his back to pull him in even closer.

"You like that, don't you?" Kurt smirked and nibbled on his earlobe. "That I can just make you come undone like that and you can't do anything about it." He muttered, thrusting again. Blaine moaned in return. "How you're my whore, how you do anything for me." He went on.

This whole thing started a few weeks ago, after having dated for almost a year now and having made it through every step of intimacy together, they got more comfortable about the whole thing and started trying out new things. Blaine found out he liked shower-sex. And Kurt, well Kurt found out he liked Dirty-Talking.

And lots of it. Since he had started with it, he didn't seem to be able to stop. Every time things got steamy, he started talking. At first, Blaine had been okay with it, if that was what Kurt liked, he would put up with it every now and then. But it kept going and soon, Blaine wasn't so into it anymore. But what was he supposed to do? So he coped with it, he didn't say anything and went along with it.

"I could ask you to get naked in the middle of the school and you would do it for me, wouldn't you?" Kurt breathed into his ear.

No, Blaine thought. "Yes." He said.

"I could tell you to bend over in the grocery store and you'd let me fuck you like there's no tomorrow."

No, Blaine thought. "Yes." He said.

Blaine didn't know what else to say. He could see how much it's turning Kurt on, how he groaned every time Blaine agreed with him. He could see how his eyes darkened with lust every time he called Blaine his whore. And Blaine wanted to make him feel that way, wanted him to want him. And if that was what it took, well, then he would have to deal with that.

Kurt's head tilted back as he thrusted harder, stroking Blaine's cock in time with the movement of his hips and Blaine moaned in return. This was what he liked, this was what he was used to: Being touched by Kurt, holding Kurt. But having him tell him things like that was new – and kind of scary.

So Blaine wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss and Kurt gave in, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to his lips. "You're lucky." Kurt muttered against his lips before he pulled back again. "You're lucky I let you kiss me. Normally sluts don't get a say in that."

Blaine didn't say anything, he just bit his lip as Kurt thrusted a couple of more times before he came inside of him. And because he finally had stopped talking but was still stroking, he came as well, hotly over hi stomach.

Kurt rode his orgasm out before he actually pulled out of him. Kissing his cheek quickly, he collapsed next to him, breathing heavily. After a while, Blaine noticed the breathing had slowed down and had reached a slower pace. He had fallen asleep. Blaine remained in his position, staring at the ceiling and wondering what this was all about.

Things hadn't always been like that. At the beginning, there had been timid hands hat had carefully explored the other's body. There had been gentle lips that kissed over sweaty skin. And there had been soft words that had been spoken in each other's ear.

Nowadays, Blaine was pretty much mute during sex and let Kurt do the talking. He also let him be in control, he allowed him to do how he pleased. Because he knew, he had always been the one who had been shoved around in his life before; he knew that he needed a place to be in control himself.

And the bedroom had sounded like the perfect place for that. At least at the time. Not that Blaine didn't enjoy being submissive every now and then.

He had always been the one having to take care of things, he was the lead singer at the Warblers, so he had to make sure everything worked out alright. He had to interact with the counsel and the rest of the guys and work the performances out. He was the house prefect, so he had to take care of other students and their problems and help them along.

So he actually enjoyed being able to lie back for once and letting Kurt take the control, letting him tell him what to do and trusting him enough to know he knew when to stop.

But lately, he wasn't so sure of it anymore. He wasn't so sure if Kurt still knew where his line was and sometimes he felt like he was stepping over it.

But he loved him and loved him too much to loose him just because he liked Dirty-Talking. He could deal with that, he kept telling himself. He would have to if he wanted to keep Kurt and he certainly needed him.

They had been through so much together and there was no way Blaine would let him go. Yes, he didn't really know how he was supposed to feel about the fact that he kept calling him a whore, but that didn't mean he didn't care about him anymore.

If anything, that made him care for him even more. It made him want to please Kurt, to make sure he was satisfied with him.

So he promised himself something. He promised himself that he would in fact do everything for Kurt. He would strip in the middle of the school and he would let him bend him over in the grocery store if that was what he wanted.

He would do everything that would keep Kurt with him, that would keep him from leaving and finding someone else, someone better than him who could do for him what he needed.

He couldn't bear the thought of Kurt being with someone else, but he knew this was a possible option if he couldn't give him what he wanted. So he was going to do what it took. He promised that to himself and mentally to Kurt, who was still fast asleep next to him.

"I'll do anything," he whispered as he shifted down, flinching a little at how sore he was and rolled around so he could cuddle up to Kurt. He hoped he wouldn't mind that one he woke up. He really did, he wasn't sure if he was even allowed to do that. But he would worry about that once they woke up – here was hoping Blaine would wake up first so he could scoot over to his own side of the bed.

For now, he softly rested his head on his chest and inhaled his scent. "I'll do anything for you, I promise." He added and closed his eyes, falling into a restless, but dreamless, sleep.