Kurt doesn't want Blaine to go to work. Since his fashion show, he's had nothing to do, and he's so fucking lonely and horny everyday. Kurt wishes Blaine would just let him follow him to the studio, but no, because the new album he's recording is their 5 year dating anniversary present. And as Kurt's lying in bed thinking about this, he's watching Blaine get dressed, and it's really not his fault that's he's so turned on. I mean, why do Blaine's muscles have to fucking ripple as he pulls his shirt over his head, making Kurt want to dip his tongue into Blaine's back dimples. And why does his ass look so good as he bends down to pull on his socks? Kurt let's out a soft sigh, and Blaine turns around with his adorable concerned face. Damn him. Damn him and his v-line, his big puppy eyes, his curly hair, and everything that makes him look so yummy Kurt wants to jump him all the time.

"What's wrong honey?" Blaine asked.

"I'm so horny it's not even funny." Kurt pouted.

Blaine laughed.

"But I have to go. When I come home?" Blaine dimpled at him. No. Fuck no. You can't just do that to people.

"Blaaaaiine." Kurt whined.

"Kuuuuurt." He mimicked.

Kurt huffed immaturely and slipped his hand into his pants.

"I'll just jerk off while you look for you shoes and imagine you pounding into me. If only you would stay home today. You could tie me up to the bed and gag me. And then you could spank me until I'm sobbing and you would fuck me with your big cock-"

Blaine groaned in defeat and unbuckled his belt, stroking himself.

"I might as well get off too. Keep stalking." Blaine mumbled.

"You wouldn't let me come, no, because you love it when I look at you and I'm drooling with the gag still in my mouth. You'd take my gag off, and you would grab me by my hair and fuck my mouth while I moan around you. You won't give me anytime to breathe properly, and I'll have drool all over my chin and my lips will be bruised and red while they're still stretched around you. You'll come all over my face, and I'd lick it up, every single drop that dripped onto the ground-"

Blaine groans as he comes all over the bed, and he leans down to take Kurt's cock into his hand, quickly stroking him to orgasm. Blaine cleans both of them up, tucking himself back into his pants and glaring at Kurt.

"I'm late and it's all your fault. You're getting punished tonight."

He gives Kurt a quick kiss and departs, leaving Kurt with his thoughts of Blaine coming home tonight and possible fucking the life out of him.

"I need to piss him off more often." Kurt mumbles to himself as he goes to take an ice cold shower.