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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:
      Boypussy, Boypussy_Kurt, Mpreg, Age_Difference, Sugar_Daddy
  Series:
      Part 4 of Closest_to_Magic
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-05 Words: 858
****** Closest to Magic - mine ******
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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It had been a long time since Blaine really lost his temper. Years living in
Manhattan had made him immune to a lot, as well as warnings from his doctor
about inherited high blood pressure. Blaine knew how important a cool head was
in stressful negotiations at work and he always felt a special smugness at
watching a competitor spiral into unhinged tirades and wild tactics, while
Blaine sat calmly and waited for their shareholders to flock to him for
financial safety.
So he wouldn’t have put jealous rages at the top of a list of potential
stressors in his life. Turned out he couldn’t have been more wrong.
What had started as an innocent shopping trip at Kurt’s favorite mall, and the
ready swipe of Blaine’s gold card at every register whenever Kurt so much as
lingered over anything, ended up hours later with Blaine’s cock buried
furiously deep in Kurt’s ass.
Some filthy teenage sales clerk had followed Kurt all over one store that
carried especially skimpy clothes, offering Kurt the tiniest bikinis and shorts
that would barely hide his pussy lips let alone anything else. Blaine sat in
one of the chairs (something they’d agreed on after their first exhausting
shopping trip) while Kurt flitted out from the changing room in different
outfits to get Blaine’s approval. Staying put was proving to be difficult when
Kurt was so oblivious to the lech’s advances and just giggled whenever
something see-through was waved in front of him.
Blaine had to get used to everyone wanting Kurt: all ages, all sexes, anyone
and everyone had to get their eyeful of Kurt’s perfect curves and long slim
legs. No one could resist when he batted thick eyelashes over those bright blue
eyes. But most of them backed down once they spotted Blaine’s dark gaze warning
them to not come any closer. One hand at the small of Kurt’s back was usually
enough to get rid of even the most desperate pursuer.
This kid on the other hand, was a real piece of work. He was well aware of
Blaine’s presence but defied him completely, even hovering outside the changing
room door “just in case” Kurt needed a smaller size in something.
Blaine finally broke when Kurt cracked open the door to ask Blaine for a
different color top, and the clerk had looked directly in at a half-naked Kurt.
Before the creepy smile could cover his face, Blaine had practically broken the
kid’s neck hauling him to the store’s security guard and bellowing down his
phone at police to have the kid banned immediately from the premises. Then
stormed back in and demanded that everything in Kurt’s changing room be thrown
into a bag and handed over free of charge. All of which the store manager
hurried to do, practically bowing in thanks for not losing his own job as well.
He had expected to have a very nervous and upset boyfriend when they’d gotten
home, and for a while Kurt certainly did seem out of sorts. As it turned out,
the boy was actually overwhelmingly turned on and soaked through to the crotch
of his jeans. When he did finally speak, it was to purr out things like “did
you hate how that nasty man saw your boy’s pussy?” and “I hate to think if he
had managed to get his hands on me Blaine, what if he’d touched me…there?”
They had never discussed anal for the simple fact that Blaine assumed Kurt
would need easing into the subject. Perhaps didn’t even know such a thing was
done. They’d only first had sex two weeks before. But Kurt followed up his
teasing words with an actual striptease, bending over at the waist and pressing
his ass back into Blaine’s open mouth.
Blaine had eaten him until the boy felt relaxed enough. Kurt grappled for the
lube they’d dropped on the floor the other night (when Blaine taught Kurt how
to give a truly skillful handjob) and slicked Blaine’s cock from between his
legs.
If Kurt’s pussy had needed time to take Blaine’s full length, his ass was
clearly much sluttier. He wriggled and fussed until he could rest his soft
thighs against Blaine’s, panting and gasping over being stuffed so deep. He
leaned back and let Blaine pull down his top enough to play with his nipples.
Turning his face to Blaine’s ear, he whispered: “Fuck me like you own me,
daddy. Show me I’m yours.”
That finally did it. Blaine let all of his pent up rage and possessiveness take
over. He wrenched Kurt’s legs up and open by his knees and began fucking up
into him until Kurt was squirting and coming so much that Blaine couldn’t keep
track. He pounded until his thighs burned and his hips hurt. There was a wet
smear on the carpet where Kurt kept gushing but Blaine didn’t notice. He was
going to mark Kurt from the inside out as his own even if Kurt couldn’t walk
tomorrow.
And no sales clerk would ever have the nerve to try and ‘assist’ Kurt shopping
ever again.
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