Little Prince - Epilogue
Pairings: Burt/Kurt (non-romantic), Kurt/Blaine
Warnings: Incest, daddy kink, innocence kink, slavery (of sorts), enemas
Summary: Burt’s son, sequestered from the real world, comes of age waiting for the day his prince will come to take him away and they will live happily ever after. Ever protective, Burt makes sure Kurt is literally squeaky clean inside and out, keeps him wrapped in a world where fairy tales are the norm and Kurt’s only job is to be the same unaffected little boy that his mother left behind, that is until a ‘king’ answers one of Burt’s advertisements. Written for this GKM prompt.
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A/N - Thank you to everyone whose read and commented on this story. Your encouragement means so much. I hope you enjoy this last part. Thanks to Nillepille for the gift idea!
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“Every day is better than the last,” Kurt says as he slides a slice of birthday cake onto a plate. Blaine smiles at his husband over the candlelit dinner table and sips at his champagne thoughtfully.
“What would you say if I were to suggest we renew our vows on our second anniversary?” Blaine enquires as he accepts the plate from Kurt.
“So soon?” Kurt ponders as he gazes at Blaine who shrugs and links their hands across the table.
“You’ve made so many new friends since living here; I thought it might be a nice way to celebrate a new beginning for us. I’ll be starting as the Deputy Headmaster next year; you’ll be picking up more classes so you can graduate; your father’s third franchise should be open by then; and you’ll be turning twenty. It seems so many wonderful things are happening for all of us, I just want to,” Blaine shrugs, “commemorate the day I married the man I love. Everything good that has happened to me since then has been because of you, Kurt.” His husband’s blue eyes mist over as Kurt lifts their joined hands and kisses Blaine’s knuckles. “And, because we had such an intimate ceremony the first time, this time my mother insists that we ‘do things right’, which means that you can plan the wedding of your dreams.” Kurt giggles and rolls his eyes.
“As long as you’re there, I’ll have everything I need.” Blaine flutters his lashes playfully and coos to make Kurt laugh heartily, waiting until he’s sufficiently distracted before reaching off to the side and placing a gift wrapped book on the table.
“Happy anniversary, honey,” Blaine says, nudging the present forward.
“Oh!” Kurt bends sideways and pulls his gift out to exchange. “Happy anniversary, Blaine,” he says as he hands his slim wrapped present over before pouncing on the one in front of him. “May I?” Kurt looks to Blaine expectantly and squeaks happily when he laughs and nods. Untying and removing the thick red velvet ribbon from around the package, Kurt peels back the wrapping paper and blinks in surprise. Flipping though a handful of pages, he gasps and starts giggling. “Blaine! What on earth?”
“It’s called the Karma Sutra,” Blaine explains. “It has more ideas for us to try out in the next year.” Kurt raises his eyebrows as he takes in a few of the illustrations.
“You don’t like what we do?” Kurt asks worriedly and flips over more pages. Blaine reaches out for Kurt’s hand and pulls his husband up and onto his own lap.
“Of course I do. I love everything we do together, Kurt,” Blaine reassures. “I love it when you surprise me in my office, all plugged and spread over my desk. Or when your puppy inspects me. You know how much I love it when we watch the movies we make and when you let me stretch you open with my tongue. These,” Blaine waves at the book, “are just different ways of putting our puppies inside each other. See?” He flips to another page of the book. “This one has you doing the splits on the edge of the be- Oh no, wait we’ve done that. Uh, this one? Ooh, you could do this one. You’ve grown so much this year, honey, with your muscles. Your broad shoulders would be perfect for this.” Blaine taps on the picture entitled ‘A Column and Ivy’ that has one man holding another up as the fuck face to face. “What do you think?” Kurt looks away from the book, nuzzles into Blaine’s neck and hums.
“My favorite thing is still to kiss your puppy,” Kurt murmurs and grazes his teeth along the skin above Blaine’s shirt collar.
“Mm-mine too. Like in the shower this morning,” Blaine sighs, thinking back to how his husband practically sucked his brains out of his cock under the warm water.
“Or when you come home between classes, Blaine. I like it when you walk through the door already undoing your zip. I like it when puppy uses my mouth.” Kurt shivers, his breath stuttering as he grinds in Blaine’s lap.
“Remember the final game of the season?” Blaine’s hands settle around the much taller man’s hips, keeping Kurt’s thigh pressed over the growing bulge in his pants.
“Mmm, the stands were so crowded.” Kurt wiggles to feel more of Blaine beneath him and licks at his earlobe.
“No one even noticed us sneaking off.” Blaine shudders as Kurt bites down.
“I can’t believe they didn’t notice their king sneaking to hide beneath the bleachers,” Kurt says sceptically. “No one even cared that your jacket got dirty.”
“It only got dirty because you insisted on kneeling on it to save your pants,” Blaine says with a chuckle. “And then you made enough noise that I thought you were trying to get us caught.”
“I couldn’t help it, daddy,” Kurt says, pouting. “You tasted so good. I just wanted to eat you all up.”
“And you nearly did too.” Blaine pulls back and kisses his husband’s puffed out lips.
“Only ‘cause you helped with your hands. That helps get puppy all the way in. Hgnh, Blaine.” Kurt groans as Blaine palms at his husband's thick cock tenting his dress pants. “Ohhhh.” Kurt bucks up against the touch. “Wait, wait. You haven’t opened your present yet,” Kurt rushes out as the zip is lowered on his slacks.
“This isn’t my present?” Blaine asks as he leans in to kiss Kurt, sucking on his bottom lip and pulling off with a pop. His hand cups his husband’s shaft and holds steady as Kurt works his body, hips jerking upwards.
“Oh! Uh, daddy,” Kurt whines and grabs at his face, sweeping his tongue into Blaine’s mouth. He moans and grinds as Blaine strokes him through his underwear. Panting, Kurt breaks away from the messy kiss. He grabs at Blaine’s wrist. “Stop, stop,” he gasps. “Present first. Then you can pet puppy.” Blaine rests his head against Kurt’s temple and withdraws his hand.
“Okay. Let’s see!” He reaches forward, holding Kurt steady with an arm around his waist, to collect his gift from the table. “Hmm,” Blaine hums, intrigued. It looks homemade but gorgeous.
Kurt, as it turns out, is extraordinarily talented in the crafting department, having come into his own since Blaine stopped supervising him like Burt had. Instead, he’d had several tutors come in to show Kurt how to knit, decoupage, and extend his dressmaking skills. The art classes at Dalton have been a boon. Kurt enjoys painting in the warmer months but they truly enjoy each other’s company when they scrapbook together on wet or cold days.
Blaine removes the hand painted paper carefully and uncovers a slim bound book.
“My daddy helped me find someone to do this, to make it like this,” Kurt says as he runs his thumb along the spine of the book. “But I did everything inside.”
“It’s beautiful,” Blaine breathes as he turns over the hard covered book in his hand, revealing the embossed title on the front, Little Prince by Kurt Hummel-Anderson. “Kurt,” Blaine marvels as he flips the cover open and reads the inscription. “To my loving husband, Blaine.” He stares up at his husband in awe, impossibly grateful that he found Kurt when he did.
As each watercolor illustrated page is turned, Blaine finds a fairy tale inside. One where a lonely little prince grows up surrounded by flowers and stories of princesses until one day he meets a king, a handsome man with eyes that shine like the sun and lips that feel like silk. After a summer wedding in his favorite part of his garden where the sunflowers grow, the little prince leaves his home to live in a new kingdom far away to learn new things. Every day, the little prince is not so lonely anymore. There are warblers that love to sing and dance with him, he wakes up to two playful puppies that he pets every day, and his husband is kind and loving, kissing him whenever and wherever the prince wants. After a winter cuddled away with his husband and their puppies in the tallest tower of the grandest castle, the little prince finds that he isn’t so little any more. When spring comes and the buds bloom, the prince finds that he’s shot up just like a sunflower, and now, he’s much taller than his husband. Not that the king minds (even if he does have to stand on tip toes to kiss the prince). And they lived happily ever after.
Blaine shuts the book and places it on the table, smoothing his hand over the cover.
“It’s so beautiful, Kurt. You amaze me. Every day,” Blaine says proudly, getting choked up as his eyes cloud over. “I love you so much.” Kurt simply smiles and brushes his lips over the apple of Blaine’s cheek.
“I love you too. Like I told you last night after I blew my birthday candles out, you always make my wishes come true.” Kurt tips Blaine’s head back and kisses him deeply, their tongues tumbling together, while he winds his arms around Blaine’s neck. When he pulls away finally, they’re breathless, and he stands, tugging Blaine up with him to lead them towards the bed. “I think it’s time you gave me a goodnight kiss, don’t you, daddy?”
“You have the best ideas, Kurt,” Blaine pants out as he tears at his clothes and then launches himself at his giggling husband, tackling him to the bed. “I’ll give you a happy ending!”
Fin
Warnings: Incest, daddy kink, innocence kink, slavery (of sorts), enemas
Summary: Burt’s son, sequestered from the real world, comes of age waiting for the day his prince will come to take him away and they will live happily ever after. Ever protective, Burt makes sure Kurt is literally squeaky clean inside and out, keeps him wrapped in a world where fairy tales are the norm and Kurt’s only job is to be the same unaffected little boy that his mother left behind, that is until a ‘king’ answers one of Burt’s advertisements. Written for this GKM prompt.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | (links to Tumblr)
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A/N - Thank you to everyone whose read and commented on this story. Your encouragement means so much. I hope you enjoy this last part. Thanks to Nillepille for the gift idea!
***
“Every day is better than the last,” Kurt says as he slides a slice of birthday cake onto a plate. Blaine smiles at his husband over the candlelit dinner table and sips at his champagne thoughtfully.
“What would you say if I were to suggest we renew our vows on our second anniversary?” Blaine enquires as he accepts the plate from Kurt.
“So soon?” Kurt ponders as he gazes at Blaine who shrugs and links their hands across the table.
“You’ve made so many new friends since living here; I thought it might be a nice way to celebrate a new beginning for us. I’ll be starting as the Deputy Headmaster next year; you’ll be picking up more classes so you can graduate; your father’s third franchise should be open by then; and you’ll be turning twenty. It seems so many wonderful things are happening for all of us, I just want to,” Blaine shrugs, “commemorate the day I married the man I love. Everything good that has happened to me since then has been because of you, Kurt.” His husband’s blue eyes mist over as Kurt lifts their joined hands and kisses Blaine’s knuckles. “And, because we had such an intimate ceremony the first time, this time my mother insists that we ‘do things right’, which means that you can plan the wedding of your dreams.” Kurt giggles and rolls his eyes.
“As long as you’re there, I’ll have everything I need.” Blaine flutters his lashes playfully and coos to make Kurt laugh heartily, waiting until he’s sufficiently distracted before reaching off to the side and placing a gift wrapped book on the table.
“Happy anniversary, honey,” Blaine says, nudging the present forward.
“Oh!” Kurt bends sideways and pulls his gift out to exchange. “Happy anniversary, Blaine,” he says as he hands his slim wrapped present over before pouncing on the one in front of him. “May I?” Kurt looks to Blaine expectantly and squeaks happily when he laughs and nods. Untying and removing the thick red velvet ribbon from around the package, Kurt peels back the wrapping paper and blinks in surprise. Flipping though a handful of pages, he gasps and starts giggling. “Blaine! What on earth?”
“It’s called the Karma Sutra,” Blaine explains. “It has more ideas for us to try out in the next year.” Kurt raises his eyebrows as he takes in a few of the illustrations.
“You don’t like what we do?” Kurt asks worriedly and flips over more pages. Blaine reaches out for Kurt’s hand and pulls his husband up and onto his own lap.
“Of course I do. I love everything we do together, Kurt,” Blaine reassures. “I love it when you surprise me in my office, all plugged and spread over my desk. Or when your puppy inspects me. You know how much I love it when we watch the movies we make and when you let me stretch you open with my tongue. These,” Blaine waves at the book, “are just different ways of putting our puppies inside each other. See?” He flips to another page of the book. “This one has you doing the splits on the edge of the be- Oh no, wait we’ve done that. Uh, this one? Ooh, you could do this one. You’ve grown so much this year, honey, with your muscles. Your broad shoulders would be perfect for this.” Blaine taps on the picture entitled ‘A Column and Ivy’ that has one man holding another up as the fuck face to face. “What do you think?” Kurt looks away from the book, nuzzles into Blaine’s neck and hums.
“My favorite thing is still to kiss your puppy,” Kurt murmurs and grazes his teeth along the skin above Blaine’s shirt collar.
“Mm-mine too. Like in the shower this morning,” Blaine sighs, thinking back to how his husband practically sucked his brains out of his cock under the warm water.
“Or when you come home between classes, Blaine. I like it when you walk through the door already undoing your zip. I like it when puppy uses my mouth.” Kurt shivers, his breath stuttering as he grinds in Blaine’s lap.
“Remember the final game of the season?” Blaine’s hands settle around the much taller man’s hips, keeping Kurt’s thigh pressed over the growing bulge in his pants.
“Mmm, the stands were so crowded.” Kurt wiggles to feel more of Blaine beneath him and licks at his earlobe.
“No one even noticed us sneaking off.” Blaine shudders as Kurt bites down.
“I can’t believe they didn’t notice their king sneaking to hide beneath the bleachers,” Kurt says sceptically. “No one even cared that your jacket got dirty.”
“It only got dirty because you insisted on kneeling on it to save your pants,” Blaine says with a chuckle. “And then you made enough noise that I thought you were trying to get us caught.”
“I couldn’t help it, daddy,” Kurt says, pouting. “You tasted so good. I just wanted to eat you all up.”
“And you nearly did too.” Blaine pulls back and kisses his husband’s puffed out lips.
“Only ‘cause you helped with your hands. That helps get puppy all the way in. Hgnh, Blaine.” Kurt groans as Blaine palms at his husband's thick cock tenting his dress pants. “Ohhhh.” Kurt bucks up against the touch. “Wait, wait. You haven’t opened your present yet,” Kurt rushes out as the zip is lowered on his slacks.
“This isn’t my present?” Blaine asks as he leans in to kiss Kurt, sucking on his bottom lip and pulling off with a pop. His hand cups his husband’s shaft and holds steady as Kurt works his body, hips jerking upwards.
“Oh! Uh, daddy,” Kurt whines and grabs at his face, sweeping his tongue into Blaine’s mouth. He moans and grinds as Blaine strokes him through his underwear. Panting, Kurt breaks away from the messy kiss. He grabs at Blaine’s wrist. “Stop, stop,” he gasps. “Present first. Then you can pet puppy.” Blaine rests his head against Kurt’s temple and withdraws his hand.
“Okay. Let’s see!” He reaches forward, holding Kurt steady with an arm around his waist, to collect his gift from the table. “Hmm,” Blaine hums, intrigued. It looks homemade but gorgeous.
Kurt, as it turns out, is extraordinarily talented in the crafting department, having come into his own since Blaine stopped supervising him like Burt had. Instead, he’d had several tutors come in to show Kurt how to knit, decoupage, and extend his dressmaking skills. The art classes at Dalton have been a boon. Kurt enjoys painting in the warmer months but they truly enjoy each other’s company when they scrapbook together on wet or cold days.
Blaine removes the hand painted paper carefully and uncovers a slim bound book.
“My daddy helped me find someone to do this, to make it like this,” Kurt says as he runs his thumb along the spine of the book. “But I did everything inside.”
“It’s beautiful,” Blaine breathes as he turns over the hard covered book in his hand, revealing the embossed title on the front, Little Prince by Kurt Hummel-Anderson. “Kurt,” Blaine marvels as he flips the cover open and reads the inscription. “To my loving husband, Blaine.” He stares up at his husband in awe, impossibly grateful that he found Kurt when he did.
As each watercolor illustrated page is turned, Blaine finds a fairy tale inside. One where a lonely little prince grows up surrounded by flowers and stories of princesses until one day he meets a king, a handsome man with eyes that shine like the sun and lips that feel like silk. After a summer wedding in his favorite part of his garden where the sunflowers grow, the little prince leaves his home to live in a new kingdom far away to learn new things. Every day, the little prince is not so lonely anymore. There are warblers that love to sing and dance with him, he wakes up to two playful puppies that he pets every day, and his husband is kind and loving, kissing him whenever and wherever the prince wants. After a winter cuddled away with his husband and their puppies in the tallest tower of the grandest castle, the little prince finds that he isn’t so little any more. When spring comes and the buds bloom, the prince finds that he’s shot up just like a sunflower, and now, he’s much taller than his husband. Not that the king minds (even if he does have to stand on tip toes to kiss the prince). And they lived happily ever after.
Blaine shuts the book and places it on the table, smoothing his hand over the cover.
“It’s so beautiful, Kurt. You amaze me. Every day,” Blaine says proudly, getting choked up as his eyes cloud over. “I love you so much.” Kurt simply smiles and brushes his lips over the apple of Blaine’s cheek.
“I love you too. Like I told you last night after I blew my birthday candles out, you always make my wishes come true.” Kurt tips Blaine’s head back and kisses him deeply, their tongues tumbling together, while he winds his arms around Blaine’s neck. When he pulls away finally, they’re breathless, and he stands, tugging Blaine up with him to lead them towards the bed. “I think it’s time you gave me a goodnight kiss, don’t you, daddy?”
“You have the best ideas, Kurt,” Blaine pants out as he tears at his clothes and then launches himself at his giggling husband, tackling him to the bed. “I’ll give you a happy ending!”
Fin