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Kurt could tell Blaine was uncomfortable. He could tell he was scared. He saw the way he was shaking, rattling the cuffs binding him spread eagle to the bed, rather than relaxing into the bondage like normal. 

He hesitated. “We don’t have to do this, pet,” he said gently, rubbing absentmindedly on his ankle, trying to soothe him, “you can safeword right now if you’re really that scared. I won’t be mad, I promise.”

Blaine bit his lip and shook his head, “I-I want to try.”

“Look at me,” Kurt ordered and Blaine did, his eyes wide and trusting but there was still that underlying fear that worried him, “Are you sure?” he asked again, firmer this time. Letting Blaine know he better tell the truth or he would be punished for that.

Blaine nodded, “I’m positive, Sir. I tell you if it’s too much.”

Kurt held his gaze for a moment before slipping from worried boyfriend back to in-control Dom. He flicked the lighter on, holding it to the wick of the bright blue candle. Once it was lit, he held it over Blaine’s stomach and dropped a few beads of wax around his belly button. 

Blaine hissed, his back arching and his eyes clenching shut. Kurt paused. That wasn’t a pleasured noise… but then again, sometimes it just took Blaine a few minutes to find the pleasure within the pain as his body adjusted to the sensation. I had happened when they’d tried electricity, whipping, and pinwheels. Now those were some of his favorite things.

Kurt tipped the candle again, letting a few more drops fall along his abs, trailing up to his sternum. Kurt blew on them, watching at they solidified and cracked against Blaine’s skin. It looked so beautiful, the contrast of the wax against Blaine’s skin. It was the number one reason why he wanted to do this. To see how he could paint him with the different colours, making twisting, swerving, curling designs along his body. He loved it.

Kurt lets a few drops hit Blaine’s sternum to warn him before letting one fall on his right nipple. Blaine cried out in pain, his head falling back against the pillow.

Kurt lets a few more drip down, listening closely, waiting for the moment when Blaine would moan in pleasure, finally letting himself go. That’s not what he got.

“Y-yellow,” Blaine gasped, “yellow, Sir.”

Kurt immediately blew the candle out and set it to the side. They rarely used that system anymore, and he hadn’t even thought of putting it into place for tonight. They generally just stuck with a single safeword, because most of the time there wasn’t a middle ground. There was pleasure and then there was not-pleasure, they didn’t need more than one word. 

He cupped Blaine’s face rubbing his cheeks gently with his thumbs until his sub finally opened his eyes and looked at him. “Y-you can keep going, Sir,” Blaine said, his voice slightly strained, “just… just not on my nipples. That-that hurts too much.”

Kurt levelled him a look, but Blaine still gave him that look that said, ‘I trust you. You want this, and I trust you.’

Kurt nodded, stepping back and picking up the red candle this time. He lit in and moved down to Blaine’s legs, streaking the wax slowly across Blaine’s thighs and calves. The noises Blaine was making were still pained and there was no pleasure in them. Kurt continued his trek, waiting for Blaine to stop him. Blaine wouldn’t accept that Kurt actually wanted to stop now. He’d said he’d say when he was done, and Kurt would wait for that moment. 

He hit his feet and swirled the candle around each one in turn, Blaine’s feet flexing and his toes curling with each drop. His whimpers and whines were becoming more high pitched with each passing moment until finally, “Blackbird,” it was quiet, and barely a whisper, but Kurt had been listening for it. 

He blew out the candle and dropped it in the floor, pulling the cuff keys from his pocket, he undid Blaine’s ankles and moved up, releasing his hands and rubbing his wrist gently. 

“S--” Kurt cut off the apology he could feel coming on with a soft kiss. Blaine always hated safewording. Blaine relaxed a little as Kurt climbed into the bed and pulled him close, the wax cracking and falling off as Blaine curled into a ball against his side.

Kurt waited, rubbing Blaine’s back gently, letting him get his shaking body under control Once he was completely lax against him he spoke, “Thank you for trying that, Blaine. I know you were scared. Can I ask, though? Did you get… any pleasure out of it?” Kurt didn’t like one-sided pleasure. If Blaine wasn’t getting anything out of it, it just didn’t work for him. 

Blaine shrugged, “Not from the wax itself, Sir. But I did like how you were looking at it. Like it was the most beautiful thing that you had ever seen, like I was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. I liked being able to give you that.”

Kurt nodded, pressing kisses into Blaine’s hair, “You are the most beautiful thing I ever seen, pet.” Blaine hummed contentedly. 

“I do like how it feels after, though,” Blaine mumbled quietly after a few minutes, “the stiffness of the wax when it dries. And I like how it looks, but getting past the pain his difficult. I don’t like the heat. It’s-it’s different from the other pain-play we’ve tried. I might be able to get used to it… eventually.”

Kurt shook his head, “We don’t have to try it again, beautiful. Tonight was enough. If you have an inkling to go again, tell me. But I won’t bring it up. Once was good enough for me.”

Blaine smiled, “I will, Sir.”

“Now, I think somebody deserves a reward,” Kurt said, his hand grasping Blaine’s cock and pumping slowly.

Blaine keened, “I-I would like that very much, Sir.”