Blaine splutters, pulling off the dick in his mouth quickly as he tries not to choke. He coughs once, twice, and a hand comes to rub soothingly between his shoulderblades to help work him through it. It’s been a long time since his gag reflex kicked in while giving a blowjob, but he hasn’t done this in a while and he’s a bit out of practice.
"Sorry," Mike says, tilting his hips back and away from Blaine’s face. Blaine’s not done yet, though, and whines as he juts his neck forward to try and get Mike’s dick down his throat again. He’d reach out for him, but he’s a little busy with Artie in one hand and Kurt in the other, and it’s already hard enough keeping a solid rhythm with both of them jerking and moaning and dragging their fingers through his hair.
"Don’t worry, Blaine," Tina says, punctuating the words with another sharp thrust that makes Blaine’s eyes roll back in his head as the dildo presses and drags against his prostate. "He’ll make it up to you later."
Kurt likes the feel of Blaine’s throat under his hands, likes the tension and strength beneath his palms as Blaine swallows and makes harsh, little pants. Blaine tries to catch his breath, tries to draw a deep, long drag of air, but Kurt doesn’t move his hands from around Blaine’s throat because they’re both really hot for it like this
Instead, Kurt thrusts his hips forward as he presses Blaine’s neck down into the mattress, picking up the rhythm he’d dropped briefly to lean forward and reposition his hands on Blaine’s throat. Blaine whines— or at least, his throat works in the approximation of a whine, the tendons straining against Kurt’s hands— and tries to get Kurt deeper, but Kurt pushes in slowly, dragging, teasing until he’s seated fully inside of him.
Blaine bucks, then, and Kurt’s hands slip from his neck as Blaine’s body keens. He draws a deep, quick breath, his entire chest expanding with his lungs, but he quickly grabs Kurt by the wrists and forces Kurt’s hands back around his neck. There’ll be bruises in the morning, certainly, but Blaine won’t care about them then— doesn’t care about them now— as Kurt’s cock drags across his prostate and he can only keen quietly on the stuttering exhale of breath.
He wasn’t even sure what he was saying, not able to think much less pay attention to the fact that he was begging Kurt to just do something, because Kurt can’t just sit there with his hands, his face, his fucking perfect cock, and not let Blaine taste him.
As Kurt starts to move his hand faster, his left hand moves from where it was curled into a loose fist on his stomach, and starts to fucking caress his chest, paying special attention to his nipples that causes him to let out the filthiest fucking moan Blaine has ever heard. Blaine whimpers in response, because how the fuck could he not?
Kurt was sprawled comfortably at the foot of the bed. Propped up by a few pillows, he has one leg bent at the knee, foot planted on the bed, and the other leg straight out, while his right hand is wrapped around his cock stroking leisurely. Blaine can feel his hands clenching and unclenching where they’re tied up, wishing that he was touching Kurt, and not stuck where he was just watching.
He wouldn’t mind so much, because usually there would be some kind of contact between them- Kurt teasing him by dragging his mouth down the column of his neck, teeth pinching skin as he sucks kisses onto Blaine’s chest, hands running down his torso to wrap around his cock and pump a few times before moving back up and starting the cycle all over again- that makes Blaine dizzy. This though…this is new.
Same anon who you've been talking to! Blaine was staring to regret saying yes to Kurt, but he never was able to tell him no- especially when it was whispered breathy, and dirty perfect in his ear as Kurt ground his ass down on his lap. And that’s how he finds himself sitting with his hands tied to the headboard of Kurt’s bed.
I like where this is going anon, trust me, but no one has been leaving me sexy messages! /o\