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FIC: BABY KINKSTERS: AT THE CLUB (working title)
BABY KINKSTERS: AT THE CLUB (updated here as comment!fic)
rating: will be nc-17
kinks: d/s, caging/confinement, exhibitionism, bondage, comeplay, possibly others
warnings: none that I can think of at the moment, save abuse of italics and commas.
summary: basically, Kurt & Blaine introduce themselves to the real-life scene. and ...go!
A/N: this is set somewhere in the nebulous future after both boys have graduated from McKinley and they're living in NY. Probably. It is inspired by, but not representative of, my introduction to the scene, and may or may not be representative of others' experiences.
It'd taken them a while to come to this. Kurt, surprisingly, had been the one to argue for it. It never failed to surprise Blaine that Kurt was the one who took the initiative in the kinky dynamics of their relationship. It shouldn't - Kurt'd always initiated the sexual dynamics too (even their relationship, really) - but Blaine never could help flashing back to Kurt's appalled face and his acclaim of "the touching of fingertips is as sexy as it gets."
Kurt really was no baby penguin, but he'd called himself that for so long that Blaine still associated the words with him.
Even though it didn't really make sense any more. Like now, when they were standing outside the rundown-looking front of what (from what Kurt had found on the internet) was a BDSM club.
A sex club. For kinky people.
Blaine so wasn't sure about this. But Kurt had looked so excited when he'd told him, and - maybe it would be fun. The idea of it made Blaine somewhat uncomfortable - he knew their relationship was kinky, okay? He'd read the articles Kurt had bookmarked for him. They'd even written up a contract, which Kurt kept, because quite frankly Blaine would be just as happy without one, but Kurt said they needed one, so they had one. It was just that their relationship was also private. Blaine wasn't sure he wanted to share something this important, this personal, with other people. But he'd agreed to give it a chance.
They'd agreed beforehand that since they weren't sure of how they'd feel with other people around, they'd sort of just see how it went. If they wanted to play(Kurt called it playing, but Blaine couldn't help but think that was too silly a word. They weren't playing, not really. They weren't agame. Kurt agreed, but said it was the easiest word to use, and maybe it was.), they'd play. And if either of them felt uncomfortable, they wouldn't. End of story.
Blaine felt Kurt's hand circle his wrist and squeeze tightly. It was like Kurt was holding his hand, but better. Blaine flashed a reassuring smile at Kurt, who was looking at him quizzically.
"You ready?"
"I was born ready," Blaine quipped, glad that his voice didn't break.
"We don't have to do this, honey."
Blaine bit his lip. "No, but I - I think I want to try," He said. "I mean, you were so excited -"
"That doesn't matter," Kurt cut him off. "If you don't want to do this, then we won't."
"I don't know," Blaine said honestly. "I don't think I can know unless we try, Kurt. And we can always leave, right?"
"Right," Kurt agreed. He looked searchingly at Blaine. "You sure?"
Blaine nodded.
Kurt smiled, sweetly proud, and pulled Blaine forward by his collar to drop a kiss on his lips. "My brave boy."
The first thing that struck Blaine about the club was how very ordinary it all seemed. He'd expected something more...sordid.
They'd had their IDs checked and hands stamped at the door, just like any other club. The only difference there had really been the no cellphones rule, which Blaine supposed made sense. He hadn't been able to figure out why until Kurt had whispered "cameras" at him. It was a good idea, really. Blaine did not want to end up online. And it would ruin Kurt's future.
Well, maybe not ruin, since he was going into show business, but it would certainly set him back some.
And what if New Directions ex-patriates saw it? God, it was already bad enough that Tina and Santana had guessed what was going on. And that by extension Mike and Brittany probably knew. And. God.
Blaine tried hard not to think about it.
The inside of the club was dark, but not creepily so. It was strange to see so many people in varying degrees of leather and nakedness, but there were probably just as many people just hanging out in t-shirts and jeans.
Blaine folllowed closely in Kurt's footsteps over to an unoccupied couch in the corner. Kurt had probably chosen it because it looked comfortable and offered a good view of the entire place. Blaine was just happy to sink to his knees and hide his face in Kurt's lap.
He could feel Kurt's concern in how his legs tensed and the hesitance before Kurt started to pet his head. "Blaine?"
"M'okay," Blaine muttered into Kurt's pants. "I just." He looked up and out across the club again. Maybe five feet away, a naked woman was tied to a cross and being whipped. Past her, a woman had a man tied up and sucking on her strap on. And - Blaine hid his face again, cheeks flushing red. It was just too much.
"Do you want to leave?"
Blaine shook his head firmly. It was mildly terrifying, but also ... intriguing? And besides, now that he was on his knees, everything that was making him uncomfortable was fading away into that comfortable familiar floatyness that was being Kurt's.
The hand petting him paused for a moment, but then resumed. "If you're sure," Kurt said from above. He hesitated again. "Would you like your hands tied? It might help make you less nervous."
Blaine hesitated. He wanted it, of course he wanted it, but to ask for it...
Kurt sighed. "I'm going to tie your hands," Blaine's boyfriend rephrased. "If that's okay, nod your head."
Blaine nodded, humiliated. Not only did he want it, he couldn't even ask for it.
"It's okay, honey," Kurt said, somehow reading Blaine's mind. "This is new. That's stressful. It was bound to bring back some of your difficulties with asking for what you need. I'll help you tonight, alright? When we're at home, I expect you to ask for what you want, but I won't make you do that here, not yet."
Blaine's face got crushed a little as Kurt bent over him, but Blaine didn't care, since Kurt was tying his hands behind his back with a small length of rope he'd clearly had hidden somewhere.
Another minute, and Blaine couldn't move his arms. He could flex his hands, and twist his wrists, but all it did was put strain on his shoulders. He did it a couple of times anyway, just to feel it. His boyfriend generously allowed it, knowing as he did how those few moments of struggle helped Blaine settle down.
It was perfect. Blaine sighed and rested his head against Kurt's knee again. So far, this wasn't bad at all.
Blaine drifted for a while, content to just breathe and enjoy the feeling of Kurt's hand running through his curls, the slight strain on his shoulders and back.
"He's beautiful," he heard a woman say from behind him. Blaine realized she must have been talking to Kurt when his boyfriend responded with a thank you.
Blaine almost twisted around to look - was she talking about him? Why? - but at the last minute decided not to bother. It was too much effort and he was really comfortable where he was. Distantly, he heard her asking Kurt a few questions and welcoming him to the club.
Kurt's hand tightened in Blaine's hair, making Blaine look up to meet his eyes. "Cherry here has offered to give us a tour," Kurt said. "Show us all of the amenities, so to speak. Sound good?"
Blaine hesitated. It did sound good, but he was so comfortable. Kurt must have read the indecision on his face, because he leaned down to kiss Blaine on the forehead in reassurance.
"How about this," Kurt said, "I'll go with Cherry to see what there is to see, and then if there's anything particularly exciting, I'll come get you. And in the meantime, you stay here, on your knees, like the good boy I know you are, and wait for me. How does that sound?"
Blaine thought it didn't sound quite as good as staying on his knees with Kurt, but nodded his head in agreement anyway. Kurt had been so excited about coming. He deserved to get a chance to look around. And Blaine liked waiting on his knees for Kurt. He liked being a good boy. (God, that was still so hard to admit, even in his own head, but it was true. He wanted so much for Kurt to be proud of him.)
Kurt stood up, but before he left with Cherry, he made Blaine move over to the side a little. "This is just to make you feel a little more secure," Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear as he tied Blaine's already tied wrists to the side table. Leaning back, he added: "And because I want you to try to take a look around while I'm gone. I know it's overwhelming," Kurt said quickly (he must have seen the flash of fear cross Blaine's face), "But I just want you to try. You can always shut your eyes again if it's too much, understand?"
Blaine nodded.
Kurt smiled. "Good boy."
Blaine didn't know where to look. There were so many things going on and it was overwhelming. But Kurt had asked him to try, and Blaine didn't want to disappoint him. So Blaine tried his best to focus on one thing at a time, not allowing himself to take in the whole just yet.
A few feet away, a group of younger people were playing some sort of card game - perfectly normal and vanilla, except some were in scene wear and one person was wrapped in rope.
Off on the other side of Blaine, the whipping scene had apparently ended. The man who'd been whipping her was wrapping the woman in a blanket and then leading her over to a nearby couch where, after he'd quickly gone and wiped the equipment down, he returned to cuddle with her and help her drink her water.
It was reassuring to see someone else doing the same sorts of things that Kurt did for Blaine.
The man who'd been sucking on a woman's strap-on was now tied to a cross and having his cock flogged - God, how that must hurt; Blaine couldn't even imagine -
Blaine tore his gaze away from that scene and cast his view elsewhere. It was still too much - the overload of stimuli was dizzying; he could feel the base of the club's music vibrating through his bones. Blaine closed his eyes again, glad that Kurt had given him permission to do so. He'd tried, the way Kurt had asked, he'd been a good boy, and now all he had to do was wait.
Kurt would come back and he would see that Blaine had waited so patiently and he'd be so proud of Blaine for being good for him.
Blaine let himself slip into the pleasant haze that always came over him when he was Kurt's. All he had to do was wait.
He didn't know how long he'd been drifting when Kurt called his name softly. Blaine opened his eyes to see Kurt kneeling down next to him.
"Hey, you," Kurt said with a smile. "I've got a surprise for you."
Blaine blinked slowly, trying to bring the world back into focus. "A surprise...for me?" He repeated.
"Mhmm," Kurt hummed in assent, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "I'm going to untie you now so you can go see it. You ready for that, honey?"
Blaine hesitated. "C-can I keep - can I -"
"Can you keep your hands tied?" Kurt asked for him.
Blaine nodded, blushing.
The corner of Kurt's mouth quirked up into a wry smile. "I think we can manage that."
Kurt untied Blaine from the table and helped him to his feet. "Eyes on the floor," Blaine's boyfriend warned him. "I'm going to be leading you, so you don't need to worry about running into anything. I want this to be a surprise."
"What if I -"
"What usually happens when you disobey an order, honey?" Kurt's face was soft and teasing, at odds with the silkily sharp tone he'd just used. It was reassuring - it meant that this wasn't a really important order, that if Blaine messed up accidentally he'd be punished, but not harshly so. "You'll be fine," Kurt said, looping a finger through the ring of Blaine's collar to pull him in for a kiss. "Just keep your eyes on the floor."
Blaine tried to keep his eyes on the floor, but it was hard. Even with Kurt's hand firmly wrapped around his wrists, leading him with pressure on the small of his back, Blaine couldn't help but stumble. He knew that he should just trust Kurt - Kurt wouldn't let him fall - but there was something scarily vulnerable about being led virtually blind through a completely new place. He'd been led like this at home a million times - well, usually on his knees, actually, with Kurt holding onto a leash instead of his collar, but still. He hadn't stumbled like this in forever.
"Relax," Kurt said into his ear. "You're fine." Blaine nodded, forcing himself to stop tensing up. Kurt must have been able to tell, because the next thing he did was to tell Blaine what a good boy he was being, how sweet, how brave.
Blaine basked in Kurt's praise, burrowing into the comforting safe feeling it provoked. He was being good.
Suddenly, they stopped. Blaine fell forward a little, not expecting the cessation of motion, but Kurt held him steady. "Okay, honey," Kurt said, smile in his voice. "You can look now."
Blaine obediently looked up, and his breath caught in his throat. It was ... beautiful.
rating: will be nc-17
kinks: d/s, caging/confinement, exhibitionism, bondage, comeplay, possibly others
warnings: none that I can think of at the moment, save abuse of italics and commas.
summary: basically, Kurt & Blaine introduce themselves to the real-life scene. and ...go!
A/N: this is set somewhere in the nebulous future after both boys have graduated from McKinley and they're living in NY. Probably. It is inspired by, but not representative of, my introduction to the scene, and may or may not be representative of others' experiences.
It'd taken them a while to come to this. Kurt, surprisingly, had been the one to argue for it. It never failed to surprise Blaine that Kurt was the one who took the initiative in the kinky dynamics of their relationship. It shouldn't - Kurt'd always initiated the sexual dynamics too (even their relationship, really) - but Blaine never could help flashing back to Kurt's appalled face and his acclaim of "the touching of fingertips is as sexy as it gets."
Kurt really was no baby penguin, but he'd called himself that for so long that Blaine still associated the words with him.
Even though it didn't really make sense any more. Like now, when they were standing outside the rundown-looking front of what (from what Kurt had found on the internet) was a BDSM club.
A sex club. For kinky people.
Blaine so wasn't sure about this. But Kurt had looked so excited when he'd told him, and - maybe it would be fun. The idea of it made Blaine somewhat uncomfortable - he knew their relationship was kinky, okay? He'd read the articles Kurt had bookmarked for him. They'd even written up a contract, which Kurt kept, because quite frankly Blaine would be just as happy without one, but Kurt said they needed one, so they had one. It was just that their relationship was also private. Blaine wasn't sure he wanted to share something this important, this personal, with other people. But he'd agreed to give it a chance.
They'd agreed beforehand that since they weren't sure of how they'd feel with other people around, they'd sort of just see how it went. If they wanted to play(Kurt called it playing, but Blaine couldn't help but think that was too silly a word. They weren't playing, not really. They weren't agame. Kurt agreed, but said it was the easiest word to use, and maybe it was.), they'd play. And if either of them felt uncomfortable, they wouldn't. End of story.
Blaine felt Kurt's hand circle his wrist and squeeze tightly. It was like Kurt was holding his hand, but better. Blaine flashed a reassuring smile at Kurt, who was looking at him quizzically.
"You ready?"
"I was born ready," Blaine quipped, glad that his voice didn't break.
"We don't have to do this, honey."
Blaine bit his lip. "No, but I - I think I want to try," He said. "I mean, you were so excited -"
"That doesn't matter," Kurt cut him off. "If you don't want to do this, then we won't."
"I don't know," Blaine said honestly. "I don't think I can know unless we try, Kurt. And we can always leave, right?"
"Right," Kurt agreed. He looked searchingly at Blaine. "You sure?"
Blaine nodded.
Kurt smiled, sweetly proud, and pulled Blaine forward by his collar to drop a kiss on his lips. "My brave boy."
The first thing that struck Blaine about the club was how very ordinary it all seemed. He'd expected something more...sordid.
They'd had their IDs checked and hands stamped at the door, just like any other club. The only difference there had really been the no cellphones rule, which Blaine supposed made sense. He hadn't been able to figure out why until Kurt had whispered "cameras" at him. It was a good idea, really. Blaine did not want to end up online. And it would ruin Kurt's future.
Well, maybe not ruin, since he was going into show business, but it would certainly set him back some.
And what if New Directions ex-patriates saw it? God, it was already bad enough that Tina and Santana had guessed what was going on. And that by extension Mike and Brittany probably knew. And. God.
Blaine tried hard not to think about it.
The inside of the club was dark, but not creepily so. It was strange to see so many people in varying degrees of leather and nakedness, but there were probably just as many people just hanging out in t-shirts and jeans.
Blaine folllowed closely in Kurt's footsteps over to an unoccupied couch in the corner. Kurt had probably chosen it because it looked comfortable and offered a good view of the entire place. Blaine was just happy to sink to his knees and hide his face in Kurt's lap.
He could feel Kurt's concern in how his legs tensed and the hesitance before Kurt started to pet his head. "Blaine?"
"M'okay," Blaine muttered into Kurt's pants. "I just." He looked up and out across the club again. Maybe five feet away, a naked woman was tied to a cross and being whipped. Past her, a woman had a man tied up and sucking on her strap on. And - Blaine hid his face again, cheeks flushing red. It was just too much.
"Do you want to leave?"
Blaine shook his head firmly. It was mildly terrifying, but also ... intriguing? And besides, now that he was on his knees, everything that was making him uncomfortable was fading away into that comfortable familiar floatyness that was being Kurt's.
The hand petting him paused for a moment, but then resumed. "If you're sure," Kurt said from above. He hesitated again. "Would you like your hands tied? It might help make you less nervous."
Blaine hesitated. He wanted it, of course he wanted it, but to ask for it...
Kurt sighed. "I'm going to tie your hands," Blaine's boyfriend rephrased. "If that's okay, nod your head."
Blaine nodded, humiliated. Not only did he want it, he couldn't even ask for it.
"It's okay, honey," Kurt said, somehow reading Blaine's mind. "This is new. That's stressful. It was bound to bring back some of your difficulties with asking for what you need. I'll help you tonight, alright? When we're at home, I expect you to ask for what you want, but I won't make you do that here, not yet."
Blaine's face got crushed a little as Kurt bent over him, but Blaine didn't care, since Kurt was tying his hands behind his back with a small length of rope he'd clearly had hidden somewhere.
Another minute, and Blaine couldn't move his arms. He could flex his hands, and twist his wrists, but all it did was put strain on his shoulders. He did it a couple of times anyway, just to feel it. His boyfriend generously allowed it, knowing as he did how those few moments of struggle helped Blaine settle down.
It was perfect. Blaine sighed and rested his head against Kurt's knee again. So far, this wasn't bad at all.
Blaine drifted for a while, content to just breathe and enjoy the feeling of Kurt's hand running through his curls, the slight strain on his shoulders and back.
"He's beautiful," he heard a woman say from behind him. Blaine realized she must have been talking to Kurt when his boyfriend responded with a thank you.
Blaine almost twisted around to look - was she talking about him? Why? - but at the last minute decided not to bother. It was too much effort and he was really comfortable where he was. Distantly, he heard her asking Kurt a few questions and welcoming him to the club.
Kurt's hand tightened in Blaine's hair, making Blaine look up to meet his eyes. "Cherry here has offered to give us a tour," Kurt said. "Show us all of the amenities, so to speak. Sound good?"
Blaine hesitated. It did sound good, but he was so comfortable. Kurt must have read the indecision on his face, because he leaned down to kiss Blaine on the forehead in reassurance.
"How about this," Kurt said, "I'll go with Cherry to see what there is to see, and then if there's anything particularly exciting, I'll come get you. And in the meantime, you stay here, on your knees, like the good boy I know you are, and wait for me. How does that sound?"
Blaine thought it didn't sound quite as good as staying on his knees with Kurt, but nodded his head in agreement anyway. Kurt had been so excited about coming. He deserved to get a chance to look around. And Blaine liked waiting on his knees for Kurt. He liked being a good boy. (God, that was still so hard to admit, even in his own head, but it was true. He wanted so much for Kurt to be proud of him.)
Kurt stood up, but before he left with Cherry, he made Blaine move over to the side a little. "This is just to make you feel a little more secure," Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear as he tied Blaine's already tied wrists to the side table. Leaning back, he added: "And because I want you to try to take a look around while I'm gone. I know it's overwhelming," Kurt said quickly (he must have seen the flash of fear cross Blaine's face), "But I just want you to try. You can always shut your eyes again if it's too much, understand?"
Blaine nodded.
Kurt smiled. "Good boy."
Blaine didn't know where to look. There were so many things going on and it was overwhelming. But Kurt had asked him to try, and Blaine didn't want to disappoint him. So Blaine tried his best to focus on one thing at a time, not allowing himself to take in the whole just yet.
A few feet away, a group of younger people were playing some sort of card game - perfectly normal and vanilla, except some were in scene wear and one person was wrapped in rope.
Off on the other side of Blaine, the whipping scene had apparently ended. The man who'd been whipping her was wrapping the woman in a blanket and then leading her over to a nearby couch where, after he'd quickly gone and wiped the equipment down, he returned to cuddle with her and help her drink her water.
It was reassuring to see someone else doing the same sorts of things that Kurt did for Blaine.
The man who'd been sucking on a woman's strap-on was now tied to a cross and having his cock flogged - God, how that must hurt; Blaine couldn't even imagine -
Blaine tore his gaze away from that scene and cast his view elsewhere. It was still too much - the overload of stimuli was dizzying; he could feel the base of the club's music vibrating through his bones. Blaine closed his eyes again, glad that Kurt had given him permission to do so. He'd tried, the way Kurt had asked, he'd been a good boy, and now all he had to do was wait.
Kurt would come back and he would see that Blaine had waited so patiently and he'd be so proud of Blaine for being good for him.
Blaine let himself slip into the pleasant haze that always came over him when he was Kurt's. All he had to do was wait.
He didn't know how long he'd been drifting when Kurt called his name softly. Blaine opened his eyes to see Kurt kneeling down next to him.
"Hey, you," Kurt said with a smile. "I've got a surprise for you."
Blaine blinked slowly, trying to bring the world back into focus. "A surprise...for me?" He repeated.
"Mhmm," Kurt hummed in assent, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "I'm going to untie you now so you can go see it. You ready for that, honey?"
Blaine hesitated. "C-can I keep - can I -"
"Can you keep your hands tied?" Kurt asked for him.
Blaine nodded, blushing.
The corner of Kurt's mouth quirked up into a wry smile. "I think we can manage that."
Kurt untied Blaine from the table and helped him to his feet. "Eyes on the floor," Blaine's boyfriend warned him. "I'm going to be leading you, so you don't need to worry about running into anything. I want this to be a surprise."
"What if I -"
"What usually happens when you disobey an order, honey?" Kurt's face was soft and teasing, at odds with the silkily sharp tone he'd just used. It was reassuring - it meant that this wasn't a really important order, that if Blaine messed up accidentally he'd be punished, but not harshly so. "You'll be fine," Kurt said, looping a finger through the ring of Blaine's collar to pull him in for a kiss. "Just keep your eyes on the floor."
Blaine tried to keep his eyes on the floor, but it was hard. Even with Kurt's hand firmly wrapped around his wrists, leading him with pressure on the small of his back, Blaine couldn't help but stumble. He knew that he should just trust Kurt - Kurt wouldn't let him fall - but there was something scarily vulnerable about being led virtually blind through a completely new place. He'd been led like this at home a million times - well, usually on his knees, actually, with Kurt holding onto a leash instead of his collar, but still. He hadn't stumbled like this in forever.
"Relax," Kurt said into his ear. "You're fine." Blaine nodded, forcing himself to stop tensing up. Kurt must have been able to tell, because the next thing he did was to tell Blaine what a good boy he was being, how sweet, how brave.
Blaine basked in Kurt's praise, burrowing into the comforting safe feeling it provoked. He was being good.
Suddenly, they stopped. Blaine fell forward a little, not expecting the cessation of motion, but Kurt held him steady. "Okay, honey," Kurt said, smile in his voice. "You can look now."
Blaine obediently looked up, and his breath caught in his throat. It was ... beautiful.