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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel, Burt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Boypussy, Boypussy_Kurt, Hybrids, Puppy_Blaine, Alternate_Universe, Oral
      Sex, Semi-Public_Sex, Innocence
  Series:
      Part 3 of Puppy_Blaine_'Verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-03 Words: 1653
****** Restless ******
by slightestwind
Summary
     Puppy!Blaine can’t resist Kurt, even if it means almost getting
     caught.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Blaine’s in one of his weird moods where he can’t seem to sit still, turning
and wiggling next to Kurt on the couch until he slides right down to the floor,
huffing out a sigh.
Kurt bites back a smile. “You okay down there, Blaine?”
“Just bored,” Blaine says, tilting his head to rest against the side of Kurt’s
knee. He turns his face, his nose skimming over the pale skin of Kurt’s thigh
where his shorts end, and Kurt shivers at the light touch just as Blaine
glances up and asks, “When can we go upstairs?”
Kurt blushes, fully aware of what upstairs means. “Not until later tonight.”
“Oh.” Blaine pouts a little, nose pushing just under the hem of Kurt’s shorts,
and Kurt feels his stomach tighten when he realizes Blaine is sniffing at him,
nostrils flaring as he noses further underneath the material of the shorts.
“Why do we have to wait?”
“Blaine…” Kurt groans, but Blaine’s already lifting up to his knees, hands
settling over Kurt’s waistband, fingers curling over it.
“I can smell you,” Blaine whispers, smiling while his tail gives a short wag,
and Kurt automatically reaches down to pet at Blaine’s soft ears.
“Anyone could come in here, sweetie. We have to wait until we can sneak up to
my room–”
“I’ll be quick,” Blaine says, licking his lips, and Kurt lifts his hips before
he realizes he’s doing it, letting Blaine drag his shorts and underwear down
his legs, tugging Kurt forward until his bare ass is resting at the very edge
of the couch cushion and he feels exposed, cool air on his hot skin.
Kurt’s stomach always twists hot when he lets Blaine take control like this,
getting Kurt where he wants him before he nuzzles his way between Kurt’s
thighs.
“You’re already wet,” Blaine says, tail giving another excited wag, and Kurt
swallows, hand resting over Blaine’s hair when Blaine gives long, slow licks to
the insides of Kurt’s thighs, deliberately teasing because he knows how
sensitive Kurt is there.
Kurt bites back what he wants to say, that he’s wet because Blaine was
squirming in his lap for half an hour, and just says, “We have to hurry,
remember?”
“Uh huh,” Blaine says, already distracted, his nose bumping into Kurt’s clit
when he leans in and starts to lick insistently at the dip of Kurt’s entrance,
tasting. Kurt moans at the sudden wet pressure, the way it’s sloppy and
imperfect and somehow that just makes it better.
Kurt feels his legs dropping open wider, spreading himself open and giving
Blaine more room to nuzzle between his legs and lick broader, firmer strokes.
His nose tucks in right next to Kurt’s clit and Kurt huffs out a shaky breath,
trying to rock his hips up with Blaine’s licks, riding the movement of his wet
tongue.
“Feels so good, sweetie,” Kurt whispers, and Blaine’s tail wags at the praise,
snuffling even closer until he can lick inside Kurt with his long, eager
tongue. “Oh Blaine, that’s it, that’s a good boy.”
Blaine’s only half-listening now, clearly more concerned with tasting Kurt than
the way his licks are making Kurt’s stomach tighten up with pleasure, his pussy
throbbing under Blaine’s mouth. His single-mindedness just makes it that much
better, knowing that Blaine’s following instincts and curiosity more than
anything.
Kurt arches into Blaine’s lapping tongue until it slides over his sensitive
clit, and then he’s breathing out a grateful moan, petting through Blaine’s
hair.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Keep licking right– oh fuck, yes, Blaine,” Kurt
gasps out, face scrunching up when Blaine focuses the pressure of his tongue
over Kurt’s clit, slippery hot licks that make Kurt’s stomach twist tighter and
tighter. He can feel himself getting wetter under Blaine’s mouth, the way his
pussy spreads open with each wide lick of Blaine’s tongue.
“Kurt,” Blaine growls, grabbing at Kurt’s hips to blindly drag him closer to
his mouth. Kurt tilts his hips up, about to sink his fingers into Blaine’s hair
to keep him close when he hears footsteps in the kitchen and gasps, grabbing
the blanket next to him on the couch and throwing it over Blaine in a moment of
panic.
Blaine goes still under the blanket for a second before he starts to whine
where his mouth is open on Kurt’s pussy.
“Shh!” Kurt hisses at him, petting soothingly at an ear and trying to hear in
the other room over the sound of his heart pounding wildly. “Dad?”
“Just looking for the grill brush,” Burt calls back, and Kurt almost cries out
when Blaine starts licking at him again, his tongue dragging slowly from the
dip of Kurt’s entrance all the way up to his clit. Kurt feels his toes curl
under the blanket, and he clears his throat before he says, “It’s in the bottom
drawer.”
There’s some ruffling around and then, “Hey, there it is. Thanks, kiddo! You
still want a veggie burger?”
“Uh huh,” Kurt says, squeezing his eyes shut for a second when Blaine’s licks
almost get to be too much, heat spreading through Kurt’s belly and twisting up
tight again. God, Blaine is so going to pay for this later.
It sounds like Burt’s about to head back outside when Blaine nips at the inside
of Kurt’s thigh, and Kurt groans softly and says, “And Blaine wants cheese on
his burger!”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Burt says, and Kurt feels his whole body slump back in
relief when he hears the back door slam shut. He looks down to see that the
blanket is moving where Blaine’s tail is wagging - probably just excited at the
prospect of food - and Kurt pulls the blanket off, feeling a rush of cool air
between his legs, where he’s still spread open for Blaine’s mouth.
“We have to hurry, baby,” Kurt tells him, fingers stroking at Blaine’s ear, and
Blaine snuffles where his nose is tucked in close to Kurt’s skin, licking up
into Kurt desperately.
Kurt turns his flushed face into his arm as Blaine licks deeper, his hips
twitching closer when Blaine’s tongue slides out, lapping up to Kurt’s clit
instead.
“That’s my good boy, such a good boy, Blaine,” Kurt moans, his voice pitching
higher as he gets close, trying to ride the movement of Blaine’s warm tongue as
much as he can when his ass is mostly off the couch cushion now, thighs aching
from how wide they’re spread around Blaine’s shoulders.
Kurt knows he’s almost there, can feel the wetness pooling, the way it drips
down his skin and makes Blaine lick more fervently to chase the taste. His
whole body is straining toward release, muscles pulled tight, when he starts to
gasp, “Oh, oh, Blaine–”
Blaine squeezes his fingers into the softest part of Kurt’s ass as he pulls him
close, as close to Blaine’s mouth as he can get, and all it takes is a few more
licks before the tension snaps and Kurt’s coming, heat rushing through his body
as he rides out his orgasm against Blaine’s tongue.
Kurt bites hard at his lip to keep from making more noise than he already is,
panting and feeling himself blush when he hears the wet sounds of Blaine’s
tongue lapping eagerly. Kurt’s starting to get sensitive, his pussy swollen and
sore, but Blaine’s determined to clean him up.
“Okay, okay, too much,” Kurt says after a few minutes, tugging at Blaine’s hair
until Blaine finally pulls his face away, tongue darting out to lick around his
mouth. Kurt blushes darker, ignoring the way Blaine whines and nuzzles at his
thigh. 
Kurt quickly tugs his shorts and underwear back up before Blaine can talk him
into going again, because he doubts they’ll be lucky enough to not get
interrupted during round two. Even if the throb between Kurt’s legs thinks it’s
a good idea to at least try.
Blaine crawls back up to the couch to tuck his nose in against Kurt’s neck and
snuffle happily, and Kurt pets slowly down his back, saying, “Such a good boy,
Blaine. Though we need to have a talk about what it means when we’re about to
get caught.”
“I was covered, no one could see,” Blaine protests, and Kurt rolls his eyes,
bringing his hand up to play with the curls at the back of Blaine’s head.
“From now on we stick to my bedroom, okay?”
“Or outside.”
Kurt tilts his head, frowning. “Outside is not my bedroom, Blaine.”
Blaine snuggles closer, like he’s trying to hide his face, and Kurt has a hard
time keeping his stern look in place when Blaine is so cute. “But when we swim
in the afternoon no one’s around. And I like it when you smell like sun and
you’re not wearing a lot of clothes.”
Kurt feels a rush of heat, realizes that the way Blaine stares at him when
Kurt’s just trying to teach him how to swim makes a lot more sense now. “I’m
not going to rule the idea out entirely, but for now, let’s just… stick to my
bedroom only.”
There’s something thrilling about the idea, fooling around outside where anyone
could find them while Blaine is between his legs, or god, while Kurt’s stuck on
Blaine’s knot. But he doesn’t know if he’s ready for that risk yet, no matter
how exciting it sounds.
“Okay,” Blaine says, giving Kurt’s neck a quick, affectionate lick that makes
his toes curl up in the carpet. He pets all the way down Blaine’s back to the
base of his tail, and it wags a few times before Blaine whispers in Kurt’s ear,
his voice low and gravelly, “Mine.”
It never gets less hot, hearing that word from Blaine, knowing that it’s true
and both of them know it. Kurt shivers and pets at Blaine’s tail before he
says, “Yours, Blaine. All yours.”
End Notes
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