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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, Boypussy, Boypussy_Kurt, Sugar_Daddy, Age_Difference
  Series:
      Part 9 of Closest_to_Magic
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-17 Words: 1890
****** Closest to Magic - feeding time ******
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 couldn’t stop the grumble from escaping when he heard Robert softly
crying from the bassinet beside the bed. He already knew that cry: baby boy
wanted food. Having woken them up almost every hour of the night, and waking
his twin sister in the process, Robert had taught his parents several types of
crying. Being the bigger of the twins, it was usually just a chorus of food!
food! food!.
Kurt made a little urgent noise and rolled over gently, blinking his eyes in
the soft early morning glow.
"Robert? You hungry again, little man?"
Kurt made to get up but Blaine held him down with a hand on his arm.
"Uh-uh, sweetheart. The doctor said-"
"That I need more bedrest than women, yes I know darling. You’ve said the same
thing for three weeks now, but I’m sure that by now I can get up out of bed on
my own safely!"
Blaine looked so sweetly concerned that Kurt just sighed and gave in. Robert
was really kicking up a fuss now that he’d fully awoken and neither of his
daddies would be getting any rest until he was full.
"Ohh come on Bobby boy, let’s get you some breakfast!" Blaine groaned as he
lifted his son from the bassinet. "I don’t know how Cecilia can sleep through
this racket sometimes!"
Kurt froze in the middle of propping himself up on pillows. “Is she alright??
Is she breathing okay?”
Blaine hushed him and passed Robert into Kurt’s arms. “She’s absolutely fine!
Snoozing like a trooper. Don’t worry,” Blaine grunted again, getting situated
back in bed. “She’ll be up in another half hour for her own breakfast!”
Kurt sighed and relaxed enough to be pulled into Blaine’s arms. They’d found
that leaning him back against Blaine’s chest was best for Kurt’s back now that
the feedings were getting longer. Blaine could help him stay awake with kisses,
or at least support the babies while they remained latched onto their sleeping
daddy’s chest.
"Oof, I hope you’re hungry my sweet boy," Kurt sing-songed as he positioned
Robert at his breast. Once the baby had latched, Kurt looked over his shoulder
at Blaine. "I know the nurse said it’s not possible for me to tell but I swear
sometimes they feel full to bursting!"
Blaine smiled as Kurt melted against him with relief once Robert began to
greedily suckle away. They were both feeling so contented in that quiet, tender
moment that they sang a few favorite songs to their son as he fed. His tiny
fists pressed up into Kurt’s breast and he made happy little noises in between
wet slurps.
Blaine noticed a drop of milk forming at Kurt’s other breast, and he decided it
wouldn’t be too mean to Robert to take it on his fingertip and have it for
himself. Another drop began to form and this one he fed to Kurt, who blushed
but daintily accepted the drop onto his tongue. Kurt’s milk was delicious and
Blaine felt it was only fair that Kurt know it.
"Alright sweetie boy, other side!" Kurt pulled his son’s mouth off his nipple.
It was like unpopping a stopper because Robert immediately began to fuss again
until he was given the other nipple.
"I know the feeling, kiddo," Blaine smirked at Kurt who frowned at him.
"Blaine Devon Anderson don’t you dare ruin this bonding moment! Don’t listen to
him Bobby, you’re father is a very naughty man!" he cooed at Robert, who didn’t
seem to notice anything besides the boob in his little paws. Rather reinforcing
what Blaine had said, unfortunately.
Blaine chuckled and drew Kurt closer, careful of where he was still tender in
his hips and the few stitches from the pregnancy. Kurt had been so perfect
while delivering their children, had taken such care for months beforehand to
make sure he was strong and healthy. Fortunately the first two weeks with
newborn twins had been such a rollercoaster (even with Burt and Carole’s help)
that neither of them had had the energy to even think about sex. But in the
past few nights. Kurt’s bp libido had left him feeling wet and huffing angrily
about being ‘out of service’.
Eventually, Robert’s sucking grew weak as he drifted back off to sleep. Kurt
gently eased the boy from his breast and passed him over to Blaine. Cecilia was
still sleeping soundly as her brother was set down next to her, though probably
not for long.
When Blaine turned back to the bed, his breath caught at the sight of Kurt. The
boy was arching his back against the pillows, firm luscious breasts forced out,
and his long legs were tangling in the white sheets. His hair was mussed
beautifully and Blaine just couldn’t get over the miles and miles of milky
white skin. Except of course his pink lips and cheeks…and those plump nipples.
Blaine licked his lips and crept back onto the bed, giving Kurt a wolfish
smile. The boy giggled and turned his face into a pillow. Despite their two
babies sleeping next to their bed, somehow Kurt managed to look so innocent.
"You know," Blaine purred in a low voice. "We really need to milk you more
regularly to make sure you produce enough for both babies. They’re growing so
fast they’re definitely going to need more."
Kurt cocked an eyebrow where Blaine’s hand was stroking the tender skin on the
inside of his thighs.
"Mmmmm is that so, mister?"
Blaine nodded and shifted closer, so that he could rub the tip of his
lengthening cock against Kurt’s hip.
"And the nurse did say we can stimulate you in ways that don’t irritate where
you’re healing…” Blaine nodded over at the bedside table.
Kurt gasped as Blaine’s fingers rubbed over where his clit was still hidden. He
reached a hand down to wrap around Blaine’s cock, tongue poking out between his
lips as he marveled at the girth of it. The way the velvety skin slipped over
the hard shaft as he pumped lightly.
"Do you think you’ve got enough for another meal, sweetie?" Blaine asked,
leaning his head down to lap at a leaking nipple.
Kurt squealed softly, trying not to wake the children. His breasts already felt
heavy and ready again.
"Oh Blaine, please make me come," Kurt moaned urgently. "Feed from me and then
feed me your cock. I need to feel it inside me somehow."
The boy shakily grasped in the bedside table drawer and pulled out a small
remote controlled vibrator, pushing the remote into Blaine’s hand and pressing
the vibrator against himself.
Blaine tried to stay in control, but seeing Kurt so full and desperate drove
him wild.
Planting his mouth around as much of a breast as he could, Blaine began to suck
hard. He used his tongue to flick the nipple, receiving a gush of sweet milk.
Kurt was gasping and holding back his cries as Blaine switched on the vibrator.
Blaine drank like a starving man from Kurt’s breast, clapping a hand around it
and squeezing to encourage the milk to flow faster.
Kurt’s knees began to shake as his first orgasm washed over him. He could feel
the wetness inside himself, but the lack of penetration meant that he wasn’t
squirting. Once the buzz had worn off, he immediately began to wriggle at not
having anything stuffed inside.
"Blaine, Blaine honey here," Kurt grasped his other breast and held it out
toward Blaine’s mouth.
The second feeding felt even more intense than the first. There really seemed
to be more milk coming out of him and his nipple ached as if it couldn’t wait
to give it. Blaine received a warm mouthful of deliciousness and rewarded Kurt
by bumping the vibrator up two speeds.
Kurt arched off the bed, causing his nipple to pop out of Blaine’s mouth.
Blaine watched as a little arc of milk sprayed out onto Kurt’s stomach.
Something inside of him snapped at the sight of Kurt literally bursting to give
Blaine everything he had. He flipped the remote to highest speed and Kurt’s
entire body spasmed. Blaine seized Kurt’s leaking breast in his hand and
clamped down again. He fed from Kurt almost viciously, delighting in the
feeling of his boy twitching and gurgling beneath him.
When the milk slowed down, Blaine gave one last harsh suck and pulled off. He
took a moment to admire the way Kurt’s nipples were dark, hot pink mounds
pointing right up at the ceiling. The boy’s breasts were so firm they barely
moved with the trembling of his body.
Swinging a knee carefully over Kurt’s chest (and oh, the feeling of Kurt’s hard
nipples between his thighs was something Blaine would have to remember) Blaine
guided Kurt’s mouth to the purpled head of his leaking cock. Kurt’s mouth
dropped open wide on reflex and accepted Blaine’s cock almost to the root.
Blaine angled the boy’s head like a doll until he could stuff himself past the
resistance at the back of Kurt’s throat. He was so close to coming he wanted to
skip the thrusting and just angle himself directly into Kurt’s stomach.
He knew how much Kurt adored the restriction, the press of his nose into the
tangle of hair above Blaine’s cock. The combined saliva and precum pouring down
his chin.
Blaine drew a breath and gave a few short thrusts inside the snugness of Kurt’s
throat. Then the boy looked up at him with those blue eyes. cheeks bulging, red
lips stretched shiny tight, and Blaine released. He choked on a shout, hips
shoving into Kurt’s face until the boy’s head was forced into the pillows.
Days’ worth of blue balls unloaded so hot and fast into Kurt’s mouth that he
choked a little and had to let most of it bubble and slip out around the seal
of his lips.
Drinking down Blaine’s seed and feeling the rest of it pooling where his
breasts formed a tiny hollow around his throat made Kurt came a third - maybe
fourth? - time. His hips jerked up, knocking the vibrator off as he spurted a
hot, thin stream over the sheets.
Blaine finally began to come back to himself and gently tugged his softening
cock out of Kurt’s mouth. A wave of come poured out and the boy coughed
delicately, trying to swallow more of it and lick it from around his mouth.
Easing himself off of Kurt’s body, Blaine paused to breathe and admire his
young lover. Kurt was positioned in a funny zigzag on the bed, pussy glistening
and exposed, breasts heaving and pink. Eyes closed in bliss.
Blaine fetched a tissue from the box on the table and began to lovingly clean
Kurt’s face. He couldn’t help whispering praise and affectionate terms as he
worked to keep the come from drying tacky and uncomfortably on the boy’s soft
skin.
Kurt seemed to wake from a trance, eyelashes fluttering over sky blue. He
rolled his head weakly to smile up at Blaine.
"Darling, I know I said I was probably strong enough to get out of bed myself,"
he whispered. "But could you carry me into the bath? Call me prudish but I
really don’t want to reek of come when Cecilia wants her feeding."
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