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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Sugar_Daddy, Boypussy_Kurt, Mpreg
  Series:
      Part 12 of Closest_to_Magic
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-17 Words: 1349
****** Closest to Magic - Kurt's proposition ******
by heavenorspace
Summary
     Powerful exec Blaine has, at 40 years old, met the love of his life.
     He had first glimpsed Kurt at Hummel Tires and Lube, where Blaine had
     arranged to pick up spare parts from Burt for an old car he was
     rebuilding in his spare time. The teenager had been tapping his foot
     impatiently, waiting for the two men to finish talking cars so that
     his father could take him to lunch. Blaine had smiled winningly and
     offered to take them both out as his treat. Anything to spend some
     time around the fascinating creature with the beautiful eyes and
     mile-long legs. Even if it was directly under the nose of the boy’s
     father.
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Blaine paused over a document he was perusing and smiled. Kurt’s soft voice
barely carried through the open office door as he asked the secretary if he
could see Mr. Anderson.
Shrugging off his suit jacket, Blaine nudged the sleeves of his polo shirt up a
bit. He’d always had nice arms, but the passing years had led to more regular
gym visits. It was worth the extra sweat and effort just to watch Kurt’s eyes
zoom right in on them as he entered the room.
Blaine smiled warmly as he stood to welcome the boy.
"Kurt! What a wonderful surprise! Please, take a seat," he said in his most
charming tone, pulling out one of the chairs in front of his desk.
The boy smiled shyly, but remained standing. “Actually, I-I was going to
ask…Mr. Anderson…Sir?”
Blaine smiled again and nodded. He certainly wasn’t opposed to Kurt seeing him
as his superior.
"You see sir, I keep thinking," Kurt began again, twisting the strap of his
book bag until Blaine finally tugged it off of him without a word. "But. But I
don’t know if it’s right for me to ask. I just felt like maybe you might have…?
And you seem so very nice, and my father likes you which is so…"
"Kurt." Blaine interjected, firm but kind. He took Kurt’s soft hands in his
own. "Yes, I find you beautiful. And desirable. I think you’re the most
delicious thing I’ve ever seen."
The boy’s eyes dropped to the floor and his cheeks flushed hot pink. “I think I
should tell you,” he continued in a trembling voice. “I’m not—I have
no…experience. Sexually.” The last word was whispered as if it were unbecoming
to even say it.
Blaine studied him for a moment before drawing him closer.
"And would you like to experience that with me, sweetheart?" He lifted one of
Kurt’s hands to kiss the knuckles. "Would you like me to teach you about sex,
Kurt?" Blaine kept his eyes fixed on Kurt’s face as he continued to lavish
kisses all over the boy’s hand and wrist.
"Do you trust me?"
Kurt looked up at that, blue-green eyes stormy and dark.
"Yes," was his only soft reply before Blaine tugged him to his chest.
The first kisses were gentle and caring, getting the boy accustomed to Blaine’s
tongue and lips. His hands were not so restrained. They groped and squeezed
every part of Kurt’s body that he had been imagining since that one morning,
when he’d seen him in just a pair of thin panties. The curve of the boy’s
waist, the swell of his tiny breasts, the silk of his coltish thighs…and that
pert little ass. By no means big, but round and more full than most boys with
Kurt’s slender physique would have.
Everywhere he touched, Kurt’s breathing seemed to come faster and his skin felt
hot in Blaine’s air conditioned office.
“Kurrrt.” he growled low against the curve of the boy’s neck. “Beautiful Kurt.”
He pulled away suddenly, making Kurt keen high and pained. He bodily turned the
boy to face the expanse of full-length windows along one wall of his office.
They were high up but not the tallest building downtown, and an unknown number
of eyes could be looking in at them at that moment. Kurt’s eyes were wide and
his knees knocked together in fright, but he was secretly thrilled.
Blaine will still murmuring Kurt’s name low and breathless, his hands
unbuttoning Kurt’s light cotton blouse and tugging it open to reveal one
heaving breast. The nipple was swollen but erect at the tip and baby pink.
"Oh Kurt, if you were mine then I would fill you with my children and make you
grow so big and full. You could give me so much, darling. Just as you ought."
The thought of swelling with Blaine’s seed was so new a thought to Kurt. He had
known for years that he could get pregnant, but he’d never thought there would
be a man he could trust to do that with. It made him dizzy with happiness and
filled him with blissful contentment.
Blaine popped the buttons on Kurt’s tiny jean shorts and with a little shove
let them drop to the floor. He groaned as his hands pawed over the thin flesh
covering the boy’s hips and waist.
"So perfect. When you’re mine, I’ll keep you well fed and happy so that you
never get skinny or unhealthy. You’ll fill out so well once you start to have
my babies, and you’ll stay strong enough to nurture them."
He worked the boy a little more by stroking and grabbing his ass, spreading the
cheeks and stroking a thumb over the tight whorl of his hole. He could feel
Kurt’s hips begin rocking automatically, so ready to receive a lover already.
But Blaine was no beast. Kurt’s body may be ripening under the skillful touches
of his hands, but he was nowhere near ready. Especially not prepared for the
famously endowed Anderson erection pressing into one of his ass cheeks.
No, he would do right by the kid. He’d be a better man than most others would
be if this fawn laid itself at their door, legs parted and neck bared. He would
make sure that Kurt felt safe and comfortable, so that Blaine could feel
comfortable.
"Is that what you want, Kurt? Do you want me to fill you up?" He squeezed a
nipple to keep the boy aroused, and used his free hand to stroke the plump lips
between his white thighs. They were hot and flushed darker red under the
pressure of Blaine’s cupped hand. Kurt moaned sweetly, nodding limply where his
head was leaning back against Blaine’s shoulder.
"Your pussy is so tight and I’m so big, do you think you could take it all? If
we work together Kurt, do you think we could make it fit?"
Kurt kept nodding and began to writhe in Blaine’s grasp. Pushing the two
fattened lips apart with his index and fourth finger, Blaine dexterously
slipped his middle finger against where Kurt’s clit was hooded. The boy gave a
full-body shiver and he let out a strangled cry.
"Did anyone teach you about this part of your body, sweetheart? Did you even
know this was here? How good it feels?"
Using the slickness from the heat of Kurt’s opening, Blaine kept up a stroking
motion until he felt the hot little pearl of his clit on his fingertip. That
was all it took for the boy to fall entirely to pieces. Blaine held him up with
a vice grip around his chest, not relenting the rubbing with his other hand
even as Kurt began to jerk away. He had to teach the boy to trust him, to let
it all go around him. Kurt’s coyness and delicacy were charming most of the
time, Blaine loved that about him. But in bed he wanted Kurt to surrender to
Blaine’s trust completely. He wanted to pin Kurt down and feel him trembling
from the inside, pinned and throbbing on the thick hardness of Blaine filling
him to his navel.
Once he felt that Kurt could stand on his own feet again, Blaine slid his
shorts back up and buttoned his top. When he turned him back around, the boy’s
face was all pink serenity. He had a sweet dopey little grin that showed tiny
upper teeth and revealed the little dimple in his cheek. Blaine laughed and
kissed him soundly, teeth and all.
The moment was jarred slightly by Blaine’s assistant knocking tentatively on
the door to announce that the 4pm pitch was ready to begin.
It gave him great pleasure though to open the door and walk a sex-drunk Kurt to
the elevator, knowing that the creative team sitting in his waiting room were
seeing the dangerously young-looking creature who they’d just listened to
having an almighty orgasm. Little did they know that the hand Blaine shook
theirs with hadn’t been washed.
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