Such Dirty Little Helpers 2/2
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Burt/Kurt/Blaine, Burt/Blaine
Warnings: Incest, slut shaming, daddy kink, cross dressing, D/S dynamics (Burt fancies himself a Dom as usual), come play, edging, over sensitivity.
Summary: A continuation of the Such Good Boys verse with the Hummels’ first Christmas together with Blaine once Burt gets them home.
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Burt was thankful that it was only snowing lightly as he sped the truck home in the dark with his two helpers squeezed together, each with their hands busy under the other’s skirt. He was eager to get home and have Kurt to fuck the neighbor’s boy in front of him. Normally he preferred to watch Kurt take it but tonight was going to be all about Blaine. He couldn’t wait to see Kurt tower over the kid in his high heels.
As soon as they were parked, Burt sent his elves scurrying off to Kurt’s bedroom. Burt followed and pulled off his overalls while Blaine stepped closer to Kurt and reached up on tip toes to kiss him. His son cupped the boy’s face while their lips met and the rumpled ruffles of Kurt’s skirt squashed between them to cover the prominent bulge in Blaine's green dress.
Burt let his boxers slip to the floor, stroked his impressive erection and got himself settled on the settee to watch. He directed the boys to re-position themselves at the end of the bed in order to get a better view.
“Baby, show me that pretty cock of yours,” he asked of Kurt. “Take off his panties, Blainey. Real slow, and then bring them over here.”
Blaine did as he was asked, tugging the fragile underwear down Kurt’s thighs so he could step out of them. Obediently, the boy quickly came to Burt’s side with them dangling from his fingers. He took Blaine’s hand and gently tugged him downward until he knelt between Burt’s legs, then wrapped Blaine's panty clad hand around his length.
“C’mon, kid, you know how I like it,” Burt encouraged softly while Blaine used a long stroke. “Taste it, Blainey?” The boy leaned forward to take the thick cock in his mouth as Kurt turned around to show Burt his hard-on.
“Shit,” Burt gasped at both the sudden suction and at the sight of Kurt’s long, pink prick jutting out through the white tulle skirt. “Touch it for Daddy, baby. Watch Blainey taking my cock and touch yourself.”
“Don’t you mean Santa?” Kurt purred. He twirled slowly and wrapped his hand around his shaft to show off. Burt shook his head and moaned as Blaine’s throat closed around him again.
“It’s my turn to get a present and do you know what I want?” Kurt cocked his head curiously. “Well you can start by fingering yourself open, Kurtie, so Daddy can have you later. And from you Blainey,” Burt paused as he cupped his hand under the boy’s chin and let the dick in his mouth fall away. “I want you to call me Daddy until you go home in the morning. Can you do that, Blainey?” The kid nodded. “Say it?”
“Yeah,” Blaine took a big breath, “Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s my good boy.” Blaine looked up at him with soft eyes and nuzzled against Burt’s wrist in a way that melted his heart. He really was such a good kid. “Oh.” Burt gasped softly as he glanced over at Kurt, who was spread eagled across the end of the bed with three fingers already in his ass. “Look at my little slut. Just wants his Daddy’s cock.” From the bed Kurt groaned and sped up his thrusting fingers. “You ready to get fucked again, Blainey?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he answered bashfully. Burt helped him up off the floor and then let Blaine help pull him upright.
“Have you gone all shy?” Burt ducked his head to get a look at the boy’s flushed face as he nodded. “Don’t you like having a Daddy?” Blaine tucked himself in against Burt’s side and hid his face.
“I like it,” came the quiet answer as Blaine’s face pressed into Burt’s pectoral.
“Yeah?”
“Mm hm.” Burt squeezed the boy’s waist and waited for him to look up at him. He raised his eyebrows questioningly. “It’s just kinda weird to say it out loud, D-Daddy,” Blaine said softly.
“Ah, I see. Looks like I’m gonna have to fuck you until you’re used to saying it, aren’t I?” Blaine blinked and took a surprised breath. “Yeah? You want some more cock, kid?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Gimme some sugar, Blainey.” Burt swept the boy into his arms and kissed him thoroughly, lifting him off his feet to carry him over to the bed. “Good boy, Kurtie. Scoot up. Blainey’s gonna ride you.” He deposited Blaine on the bed and followed him on all fours as they crawled between Kurt’s legs.
Blaine positioned himself over Kurt then held his jingling skirt up as Burt patted his ass cheeks and pulled his thong aside. At the first tug of the plug buried inside him, Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt deeply. He whined as Burt fucked the plug in and out of him, twisting and turning with a sucking squelch. They both grunted as it finally came free. He tugged at Blaine’s dress to get the boy vertical once more, and then held Kurt’s shaft upright for Blaine to sit straight down on his son’s cock. As the boy’s head dropped back to gasp at the penetration, Burt lifted the dripping plug to his mouth and fed it to him.
“Clean off all of Daddy’s cum, kid.”
Blaine groaned as he suckled on the red striped plug. His hands batted at Kurt’s skirt, trying to keep the ruffles out of his way as he dropped himself down on Kurt’s cock again and again.
Burt shifted to lie down beside them, and then watched the neighbor’s kid fuck himself on Kurt’s prick with the butt plug as a makeshift gag. His cock throbbed at the sight; Blaine's dark curls bounced while his dick flopped between the layers of Kurt’s net skirt. The boy’s tiny nipples were hard and flushed dark pink with arousal, framed by white fur and red ribbon.
“Show me how good you are, Blainey. Show me how much you want my boy’s cock,” Burt instructed. Kurt’s whimpers caught his attention as Blaine slammed down harder on his son. “That’s my boy. Let Blainey do all the work. Make him work for that cum. C’mere, baby,” Burt mumbled as he reached over and brought their mouths together in a sloppy kiss.
“Daddy, daddy. Uh,” Kurt whined in a breathless whisper when they broke apart. “Please.”
“What is it, baby? You want some cock too? You want Daddy’s cock?” Burt nipped at his son's bottom lip and tugged it with his teeth. His broad hand slid across Kurt’s bare midriff and worked its way under his son’s striped halter top to pinch at a fat nipple. “You want Daddy to fuck you, huh?”
“Oh god, yes. Please. Please. Fu-ck,” Kurt groaned out softly as Blaine’s weight dropped on him again. “Please, Daddy. I want it,” he begged quietly. Burt left the bed to fetch the lube and Blaine took over kissing Kurt. He worked their mouths together as Kurt moaned obscenely and was finally able to thrust upwards unrestrained.
Burt was back quickly, shifting his son’s legs so they were bent with his feet flat on the bed and spread wide. He slicked up his own prick and shuffled forward. Taking Kurt’s ankles in each hand to open him up further, Blaine slumped forwards still plugged full of Kurt’s cock. Burt shifted until his dick found the mark and pressed inside his son’s asshole with little resistance.
“Fuck. You did a good job, baby,” Burt groaned as his hips snapped forward, burying himself deep. “Nice and open for Daddy.” He sunk in again while Blaine pushed back against Kurt’s cock.
His son cried out for them both as they worked his body against theirs until he begged for more. They worked back up to a faster pace with each of them fucking Kurt intently from both angles. Finally Kurt caved in. His hips twitched feebly as he came inside Blaine once more.
Burt slowed right down, simply thrusting enough to work his son through the aftershocks. He still had plans so he captured Blaine’s wrists and pulled them behind his back to stop the boy from touching himself. If anyone was going to get Blaine’s orgasm, it’d be him. As it was, Kurt had wrapped his arms around the boy sprawled atop of him as they all stopped moving and simple settled to catch their collective breath.
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Blaine was led by the hand up the stairs after Daddy had left Kurt with strict instructions not to disturb them for what was left of the rest of the night. Of course Kurt hadn’t been thrilled with the idea but Daddy had promised to have Blaine back to him in the morning before he had to go home. They’d left Kurt satisfied and splayed across his sheets while their own hard-ons remained stiff and unfulfilled.
It was the first time that Daddy was wilfully left one of them out of proceedings and Blaine was shocked that it wasn’t him. Kurt was Daddy’s favourite - there was no denying it. He favoured fucking Kurt or watching someone fuck Kurt most of the time but this time, Daddy had chosen him to spend the night with and his skin was buzzing with anticipation as he trailed behind the older man to his bedroom.
Blaine was dying to come. He’d been holding on for so long now that he honestly didn’t know how much more teasing he could take. He could only hope that Daddy would let him come soon.
He was guided to stand beside Daddy’s bed with his cock trapped beneath his red lace panties and tight green velvet dress once more. Daddy spun him around so they were face to face as his hands skidded across the soft material stretched over Blaine’s hips until each hand came to rest on an ass cheek. Blaine hooked his arms around Daddy’s neck and the older man pressed forward until he’d overwhelmed him and they’d fallen backwards onto the bed.
A hot tongue slid against his eagerly and Daddy hiked a knee up over Blaine’s body, pushing him further into the sheets. The heavy weight of Daddy’s body over his felt good, reassuring somehow, like Blaine simply needed to do what he was told and everything would be perfect. He liked it, giving up this level of control. It wasn’t like this with Kurt. He always had to think ahead, plan, consider, check, but with Daddy, it was easy. He did as he was told and he got what he wanted, and right now, Blaine wanted to come more than anything else.
Broad hands roamed his body, sweeping around his waist and up his chest to push thick fingers over his nipples. Blaine arched into the touches as Daddy kept plunging his tongue into his mouth, fucking it. Daddy’s cock, heavy and thick, dragged along Blaine’s inner thigh and then suddenly there were hands under his hem, yanking his lacy g-string down. Daddy sighed into his mouth as he worked the underwear down his thighs.
“Shit, Blainey, you’ve soaked them right through,” Daddy moaned as he held the scrap of red lace between his fingers and ran his thumb over the gusset. “Look at that. All wet for Daddy. Leaking fucking cum all over your panties. Does Daddy make you wet, Blainey?” he teased. Blaine whimpered as the panties were pushed into his mouth as Daddy stood up. “Such a slut for it, aren’t ya? Suck on ‘em, baby, like the good lil’ cumslut you are.” Blaine hummed intensely at the nickname. “That’s right, baby. You’re Daddy’s little cumslut. My special boy...always hungry for Daddy.” A wide, warm hand fell to Blaine’s cock and started to jerk him off with a practiced hand. Blaine’s eyes rolled up in his head as a rough skinned thumb swiped over the head of his cock.
“Uck,” he gasped out around the panties in his mouth. He swooned as Daddy dropped to his knees and slung a strong arm around his hips. A handful of ass was squeezed by one hand while the Daddy’s other hand, on his cock, directed his shaft straight into a waiting mouth. “Pwease,” he begged. “Wanna cum. Oh!”
Blaine choked a little as he drew a quick breath of surprise. Daddy didn’t usually spend a lot of time sucking cock. His blow jobs were perfunctory at best but tonight he was going all out, sucking as much of Blaine’s big cock in as he could. Using his own tongue, Blaine pushed the panties out of his mouth and reveled in the sensation of Daddy blowing him with gusto.
“Fuck,” Daddy panted out. “I’ve never seen a dick this size on a kid your age.” Blaine wanted to ask him exactly how many penises he’d seen on boys his age but the thought was lost as Daddy suckled at the tip of him again.
“God!” Blaine bucked further into Daddy’s mouth with a shout and the bells dotted around his zig zag hemline tinkled with every shallow thrust.
When Daddy pulled off again, he was quick to push Blaine back onto the bed like before, only this time, his legs were scooped up so that his ankles rested over Daddy’s shoulders.
“Gotta let Daddy back in. Need you. Fuck.” Daddy’s thick cock breached him once more, pushing in little by little until he was so deep that Blaine could feel the warmth of Daddy’s balls pressed tight against him. He slid his hands up Daddy’s strong arms, relishing the feel of ropey veins beneath his palms and gripped him tight.
“Please, please Daddy. Please. Need to cum. Please let me cum,” Blaine begged in between harsh biting kisses but Daddy gave nothing but thrust after thrust into Blaine’s willing body. “I need- I need- D-daddy! Uhhh, fuck, fuck.” Blaine shook every time Daddy drove back inside him. He was dripping pre-cum freely with droplets landing on his damp neck and occasionally, when Daddy used his whole body to rear back and fuck him harder, they splattered onto his sweaty forehead as his dick swung above his face freely.
“Tell me who you belong to, baby. Whose are you, Blainey?”
“I’m, uh- Oh god, Daddy, pl-ease,” Blaine practically cried as he tried to tamp down on his impending orgasm. He pushed his hips up and only succeeded in getting fucked harder for his trouble.
“Tell me, baby.” Daddy panted, face red, as he plunged back into Blaine. “Tell me and I’ll let you come. You can do that for Daddy, can’t you?” Blaine let out a garbled moan at a particularly rough thrust.
“I-m- I’m-” He was breathless and dizzy at the pounding he was taking tonight. It was fantastic. “Uhhh, Daddy, Daddy. Fuck. Yours!”
“Tell me properly or I’m gonna stop,” Daddy warned.
“No, no! Don’t stop. Don’t- Fuck, fuck,” he whined as Daddy’s pace slowed right down to a crawl. “I’m-I’m Daddy’s little boy!” Blaine gasped out in a raspy voice and Daddy’s hips went double-time, pumping him in a flurry of fucking.
“Come for Daddy, baby. Show Daddy- Uh. Show Daddy how hard you can cum. Make Daddy proud.”
Blaine cried out helplessly as his body took every thrust and let all the sensations - their slip sliding hands on sweating skin, the slapping of their bodies, the determined look in Daddy’s eyes, the drag of his tongue, the fullness inside him that was sparking a wildfire, the sound of tiny ringing bells - crowd together until he couldn’t take it anymore. With a yell, Blaine’s body convulsed, stuttering against Daddy’s hold as his cock erupted and doused his own face with a spray of white cum. He gurgled as the last of it splashed into his gasping mouth.
“Oh, baby. You’re so good for me. So good.” Daddy moaned as he slowed his pace, working his dick in slowly, stroking Blaine with every inch of him. Blaine spluttered at the streak of unpleasant tingling that shot through his bowed body. He whimpered as Daddy filled him up again and again. “Blainey, Blainey,” Daddy panted. “Shh, baby. That’s a good boy for Daddy.”
Blaine’s eyes fluttered shut as Daddy’s hand wiped the mess from his cheeks and across his nose. A wet thumb was pushed into his mouth, which he sucked clean slowly.
“I knew you’d be Daddy’s little boy right from the start. Did you know that?” Blaine whined around the thick thumb stoking his tongue as the fat cock pushed deeper inside him. “Right from the first time I saw you in our house. I knew you needed Daddy’s cock. And you did, didn’t you? You needed Daddy’s love and attention.” Blaine nodded and suckled harder. “You need it every day, now. Every morning Daddy has to bend you over the desk and give it to you. It’s worth going in to the workshop early just to fuck you like that, baby. You’ll miss Daddy when you go away to school, won’t you?”
Blaine whimpered and nodded again as his eyes prickled. Daddy’s thumb left his mouth but it was quickly replaced with his plump tongue, licking into him, chasing the taste of Blaine. As he broke the kiss, Daddy kept him rolled up tight and Blaine dithered over whether to hook his feet under the bar of the headboard or not.
“Shh, baby. It’ll be okay. Daddy’ll take care of you. I’m never gonna let you be lonely again, baby. Daddy will always love you. You want Daddy to love you, don’t you?” Blaine hummed in happy agreement as Daddy bore his weight down slowly, forcing his cock inside Blaine to the root. Blaine slid his feet beneath the bar and groaned with every measured stroke. It was making his body buzz again, wanting more. “I love you, Blainey. Daddy loves you.” Blaine’s yearning gaze fixed on Daddy’s eyes. “That’s right, baby. Daddy loves you and I’m gonna take good care of you.”
Blaine moaned at Daddy’s words and as he tried to press further into him, the soft bulge of Daddy’s ball sack flattened against his ass again. Blaine was so full. Filled up with Daddy. Filled up with love. Daddy was everything he could see, smell and feel. He wanted him so much. Wanted it to be like this all the time. He loved Daddy, he realized, not exactly in the same way he loved Kurt. It was different but it was wonderful too, feeling this cherished by someone he respected.
“You want Daddy’s cum, baby?” Daddy said softly as he eased Blaine’s feet from under the bar and his hips down to the bed, and then started to fuck into him slightly faster.
“Yeah. Want you. Love you, Daddy. Love you so much.” Daddy buried his face against Blaine’s sweaty neck as his hips reared back and slammed forward.
“There’s my good little boy. You’re so perfect, Blainey. So perfect for me. Daddy’s good boy,” he whispered between snuffling kisses along his throat.
Blaine’s hands wrapped around Daddy’s neck as they kissed again, slower this time, more like the way he kissed Kurt. Loving. Everything about Daddy’s touches now was deliberate, slow, steady, and purposeful. They were in perfect sync as they sped up their thrusting together. Daddy’s throbbing heat speared him and his blood hummed beneath his skin in a constant feedback loop as he re-hardened. Blaine just couldn’t get enough so when Daddy started to work him with long, hard strokes, he held on tight, his hands scrabbling to keep holding on.
“There. There. Feel that?” Daddy held eye contact as he fucked him faster and every thrust flooded Blaine with a craving for more, for love, for Daddy, for everything this was. He wanted it all. “Fuck, baby. Daddy’s gonna cum.” He shuddered but plunged deeply once more. “You want it?”
“Please,” Blaine murmured. “Fill me up, Daddy. I’m yours, Daddy. Make me yours.”
“Je-sus,” Daddy groaned as his hips stuttered. Blaine held on tight as Daddy came inside him again. He’d never felt this close to Daddy before or this loved. This was how it felt with Kurt. Every kiss, every touch between them was laden with meaning and it made Blaine's head spin but he shut out logic and reason, and listened solely to his body as it ached to let go for a second time.
Daddy lay over him, breathing heavily, and Blaine’s small hands smoothed over his shoulders patiently. His cock was trapped under Daddy’s body but he continued to wait, like a good boy. Daddy heaved a sigh and shifted slowly, grumbling about creaking bones. He pulled out, letting a gush of pearly cum leak out of Blaine's stretched hole. As Blaine shifted restlessly, the trickle became a torrent and Daddy worked his way back down his body.
“Here, baby. Let Daddy take care of you.” Blaine arched off the bed as Daddy’s mouth swept his cock in and sucked intently. Fat fingers pushed back inside him, alternating between a thumb and two fingers. Blaine cursed again when Daddy’s mouth shifted down to lick at his gaping hole as he jacked his cock rapidly. “Give it to me,” Daddy instructed thickly. His tongue was slick and pointed as it poked inside Blaine until the winding spring inside his body uncoiled suddenly and he splattered come across his stomach with a loud whine.
Blaine lay there gasping and clutching at the sheets as Daddy licked all the way up his spent body. Finally Daddy made it back to lie in Blaine’s arms and kiss lazily as they came down from the intensity of it all. Eventually Daddy moved away to pull up a sheet over their cooling bodies but Blaine was there quickly to roll into his arms and lay quietly as Daddy stroked his jaw.
“Thank you, Blainey,” Daddy said quietly and kissed his forehead. “That was exactly what I wanted for Christmas.” Blaine sighed happily and squeezed Daddy’s middle tighter. “I bet you’re gonna feel that on the plane tomorrow.” They both chuckled. “And god knows what Kurt has planned for you in the morning.” Blaine moaned at the thought of being fucked again by his best friend later.
“Probably more of the same.”
“Yeah?” Daddy curled a finger under Blaine's chin and tilted it up so as to look him in the eye. “You just can’t get enough, huh?” Blaine smiled wistfully and squeezed his eyes shut while he tucked his head against Daddy’s neck.
“It’s nice to feel so loved,” he admitted. It would certainly beat out anything with gift wrap this year. He hummed and pressed his smile back against Daddy. This was a holiday he was always going to remember.
Fin
Pairings: Burt/Kurt/Blaine, Burt/Blaine
Warnings: Incest, slut shaming, daddy kink, cross dressing, D/S dynamics (Burt fancies himself a Dom as usual), come play, edging, over sensitivity.
Summary: A continuation of the Such Good Boys verse with the Hummels’ first Christmas together with Blaine once Burt gets them home.
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Burt was thankful that it was only snowing lightly as he sped the truck home in the dark with his two helpers squeezed together, each with their hands busy under the other’s skirt. He was eager to get home and have Kurt to fuck the neighbor’s boy in front of him. Normally he preferred to watch Kurt take it but tonight was going to be all about Blaine. He couldn’t wait to see Kurt tower over the kid in his high heels.
As soon as they were parked, Burt sent his elves scurrying off to Kurt’s bedroom. Burt followed and pulled off his overalls while Blaine stepped closer to Kurt and reached up on tip toes to kiss him. His son cupped the boy’s face while their lips met and the rumpled ruffles of Kurt’s skirt squashed between them to cover the prominent bulge in Blaine's green dress.
Burt let his boxers slip to the floor, stroked his impressive erection and got himself settled on the settee to watch. He directed the boys to re-position themselves at the end of the bed in order to get a better view.
“Baby, show me that pretty cock of yours,” he asked of Kurt. “Take off his panties, Blainey. Real slow, and then bring them over here.”
Blaine did as he was asked, tugging the fragile underwear down Kurt’s thighs so he could step out of them. Obediently, the boy quickly came to Burt’s side with them dangling from his fingers. He took Blaine’s hand and gently tugged him downward until he knelt between Burt’s legs, then wrapped Blaine's panty clad hand around his length.
“C’mon, kid, you know how I like it,” Burt encouraged softly while Blaine used a long stroke. “Taste it, Blainey?” The boy leaned forward to take the thick cock in his mouth as Kurt turned around to show Burt his hard-on.
“Shit,” Burt gasped at both the sudden suction and at the sight of Kurt’s long, pink prick jutting out through the white tulle skirt. “Touch it for Daddy, baby. Watch Blainey taking my cock and touch yourself.”
“Don’t you mean Santa?” Kurt purred. He twirled slowly and wrapped his hand around his shaft to show off. Burt shook his head and moaned as Blaine’s throat closed around him again.
“It’s my turn to get a present and do you know what I want?” Kurt cocked his head curiously. “Well you can start by fingering yourself open, Kurtie, so Daddy can have you later. And from you Blainey,” Burt paused as he cupped his hand under the boy’s chin and let the dick in his mouth fall away. “I want you to call me Daddy until you go home in the morning. Can you do that, Blainey?” The kid nodded. “Say it?”
“Yeah,” Blaine took a big breath, “Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s my good boy.” Blaine looked up at him with soft eyes and nuzzled against Burt’s wrist in a way that melted his heart. He really was such a good kid. “Oh.” Burt gasped softly as he glanced over at Kurt, who was spread eagled across the end of the bed with three fingers already in his ass. “Look at my little slut. Just wants his Daddy’s cock.” From the bed Kurt groaned and sped up his thrusting fingers. “You ready to get fucked again, Blainey?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he answered bashfully. Burt helped him up off the floor and then let Blaine help pull him upright.
“Have you gone all shy?” Burt ducked his head to get a look at the boy’s flushed face as he nodded. “Don’t you like having a Daddy?” Blaine tucked himself in against Burt’s side and hid his face.
“I like it,” came the quiet answer as Blaine’s face pressed into Burt’s pectoral.
“Yeah?”
“Mm hm.” Burt squeezed the boy’s waist and waited for him to look up at him. He raised his eyebrows questioningly. “It’s just kinda weird to say it out loud, D-Daddy,” Blaine said softly.
“Ah, I see. Looks like I’m gonna have to fuck you until you’re used to saying it, aren’t I?” Blaine blinked and took a surprised breath. “Yeah? You want some more cock, kid?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Gimme some sugar, Blainey.” Burt swept the boy into his arms and kissed him thoroughly, lifting him off his feet to carry him over to the bed. “Good boy, Kurtie. Scoot up. Blainey’s gonna ride you.” He deposited Blaine on the bed and followed him on all fours as they crawled between Kurt’s legs.
Blaine positioned himself over Kurt then held his jingling skirt up as Burt patted his ass cheeks and pulled his thong aside. At the first tug of the plug buried inside him, Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt deeply. He whined as Burt fucked the plug in and out of him, twisting and turning with a sucking squelch. They both grunted as it finally came free. He tugged at Blaine’s dress to get the boy vertical once more, and then held Kurt’s shaft upright for Blaine to sit straight down on his son’s cock. As the boy’s head dropped back to gasp at the penetration, Burt lifted the dripping plug to his mouth and fed it to him.
“Clean off all of Daddy’s cum, kid.”
Blaine groaned as he suckled on the red striped plug. His hands batted at Kurt’s skirt, trying to keep the ruffles out of his way as he dropped himself down on Kurt’s cock again and again.
Burt shifted to lie down beside them, and then watched the neighbor’s kid fuck himself on Kurt’s prick with the butt plug as a makeshift gag. His cock throbbed at the sight; Blaine's dark curls bounced while his dick flopped between the layers of Kurt’s net skirt. The boy’s tiny nipples were hard and flushed dark pink with arousal, framed by white fur and red ribbon.
“Show me how good you are, Blainey. Show me how much you want my boy’s cock,” Burt instructed. Kurt’s whimpers caught his attention as Blaine slammed down harder on his son. “That’s my boy. Let Blainey do all the work. Make him work for that cum. C’mere, baby,” Burt mumbled as he reached over and brought their mouths together in a sloppy kiss.
“Daddy, daddy. Uh,” Kurt whined in a breathless whisper when they broke apart. “Please.”
“What is it, baby? You want some cock too? You want Daddy’s cock?” Burt nipped at his son's bottom lip and tugged it with his teeth. His broad hand slid across Kurt’s bare midriff and worked its way under his son’s striped halter top to pinch at a fat nipple. “You want Daddy to fuck you, huh?”
“Oh god, yes. Please. Please. Fu-ck,” Kurt groaned out softly as Blaine’s weight dropped on him again. “Please, Daddy. I want it,” he begged quietly. Burt left the bed to fetch the lube and Blaine took over kissing Kurt. He worked their mouths together as Kurt moaned obscenely and was finally able to thrust upwards unrestrained.
Burt was back quickly, shifting his son’s legs so they were bent with his feet flat on the bed and spread wide. He slicked up his own prick and shuffled forward. Taking Kurt’s ankles in each hand to open him up further, Blaine slumped forwards still plugged full of Kurt’s cock. Burt shifted until his dick found the mark and pressed inside his son’s asshole with little resistance.
“Fuck. You did a good job, baby,” Burt groaned as his hips snapped forward, burying himself deep. “Nice and open for Daddy.” He sunk in again while Blaine pushed back against Kurt’s cock.
His son cried out for them both as they worked his body against theirs until he begged for more. They worked back up to a faster pace with each of them fucking Kurt intently from both angles. Finally Kurt caved in. His hips twitched feebly as he came inside Blaine once more.
Burt slowed right down, simply thrusting enough to work his son through the aftershocks. He still had plans so he captured Blaine’s wrists and pulled them behind his back to stop the boy from touching himself. If anyone was going to get Blaine’s orgasm, it’d be him. As it was, Kurt had wrapped his arms around the boy sprawled atop of him as they all stopped moving and simple settled to catch their collective breath.
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Blaine was led by the hand up the stairs after Daddy had left Kurt with strict instructions not to disturb them for what was left of the rest of the night. Of course Kurt hadn’t been thrilled with the idea but Daddy had promised to have Blaine back to him in the morning before he had to go home. They’d left Kurt satisfied and splayed across his sheets while their own hard-ons remained stiff and unfulfilled.
It was the first time that Daddy was wilfully left one of them out of proceedings and Blaine was shocked that it wasn’t him. Kurt was Daddy’s favourite - there was no denying it. He favoured fucking Kurt or watching someone fuck Kurt most of the time but this time, Daddy had chosen him to spend the night with and his skin was buzzing with anticipation as he trailed behind the older man to his bedroom.
Blaine was dying to come. He’d been holding on for so long now that he honestly didn’t know how much more teasing he could take. He could only hope that Daddy would let him come soon.
He was guided to stand beside Daddy’s bed with his cock trapped beneath his red lace panties and tight green velvet dress once more. Daddy spun him around so they were face to face as his hands skidded across the soft material stretched over Blaine’s hips until each hand came to rest on an ass cheek. Blaine hooked his arms around Daddy’s neck and the older man pressed forward until he’d overwhelmed him and they’d fallen backwards onto the bed.
A hot tongue slid against his eagerly and Daddy hiked a knee up over Blaine’s body, pushing him further into the sheets. The heavy weight of Daddy’s body over his felt good, reassuring somehow, like Blaine simply needed to do what he was told and everything would be perfect. He liked it, giving up this level of control. It wasn’t like this with Kurt. He always had to think ahead, plan, consider, check, but with Daddy, it was easy. He did as he was told and he got what he wanted, and right now, Blaine wanted to come more than anything else.
Broad hands roamed his body, sweeping around his waist and up his chest to push thick fingers over his nipples. Blaine arched into the touches as Daddy kept plunging his tongue into his mouth, fucking it. Daddy’s cock, heavy and thick, dragged along Blaine’s inner thigh and then suddenly there were hands under his hem, yanking his lacy g-string down. Daddy sighed into his mouth as he worked the underwear down his thighs.
“Shit, Blainey, you’ve soaked them right through,” Daddy moaned as he held the scrap of red lace between his fingers and ran his thumb over the gusset. “Look at that. All wet for Daddy. Leaking fucking cum all over your panties. Does Daddy make you wet, Blainey?” he teased. Blaine whimpered as the panties were pushed into his mouth as Daddy stood up. “Such a slut for it, aren’t ya? Suck on ‘em, baby, like the good lil’ cumslut you are.” Blaine hummed intensely at the nickname. “That’s right, baby. You’re Daddy’s little cumslut. My special boy...always hungry for Daddy.” A wide, warm hand fell to Blaine’s cock and started to jerk him off with a practiced hand. Blaine’s eyes rolled up in his head as a rough skinned thumb swiped over the head of his cock.
“Uck,” he gasped out around the panties in his mouth. He swooned as Daddy dropped to his knees and slung a strong arm around his hips. A handful of ass was squeezed by one hand while the Daddy’s other hand, on his cock, directed his shaft straight into a waiting mouth. “Pwease,” he begged. “Wanna cum. Oh!”
Blaine choked a little as he drew a quick breath of surprise. Daddy didn’t usually spend a lot of time sucking cock. His blow jobs were perfunctory at best but tonight he was going all out, sucking as much of Blaine’s big cock in as he could. Using his own tongue, Blaine pushed the panties out of his mouth and reveled in the sensation of Daddy blowing him with gusto.
“Fuck,” Daddy panted out. “I’ve never seen a dick this size on a kid your age.” Blaine wanted to ask him exactly how many penises he’d seen on boys his age but the thought was lost as Daddy suckled at the tip of him again.
“God!” Blaine bucked further into Daddy’s mouth with a shout and the bells dotted around his zig zag hemline tinkled with every shallow thrust.
When Daddy pulled off again, he was quick to push Blaine back onto the bed like before, only this time, his legs were scooped up so that his ankles rested over Daddy’s shoulders.
“Gotta let Daddy back in. Need you. Fuck.” Daddy’s thick cock breached him once more, pushing in little by little until he was so deep that Blaine could feel the warmth of Daddy’s balls pressed tight against him. He slid his hands up Daddy’s strong arms, relishing the feel of ropey veins beneath his palms and gripped him tight.
“Please, please Daddy. Please. Need to cum. Please let me cum,” Blaine begged in between harsh biting kisses but Daddy gave nothing but thrust after thrust into Blaine’s willing body. “I need- I need- D-daddy! Uhhh, fuck, fuck.” Blaine shook every time Daddy drove back inside him. He was dripping pre-cum freely with droplets landing on his damp neck and occasionally, when Daddy used his whole body to rear back and fuck him harder, they splattered onto his sweaty forehead as his dick swung above his face freely.
“Tell me who you belong to, baby. Whose are you, Blainey?”
“I’m, uh- Oh god, Daddy, pl-ease,” Blaine practically cried as he tried to tamp down on his impending orgasm. He pushed his hips up and only succeeded in getting fucked harder for his trouble.
“Tell me, baby.” Daddy panted, face red, as he plunged back into Blaine. “Tell me and I’ll let you come. You can do that for Daddy, can’t you?” Blaine let out a garbled moan at a particularly rough thrust.
“I-m- I’m-” He was breathless and dizzy at the pounding he was taking tonight. It was fantastic. “Uhhh, Daddy, Daddy. Fuck. Yours!”
“Tell me properly or I’m gonna stop,” Daddy warned.
“No, no! Don’t stop. Don’t- Fuck, fuck,” he whined as Daddy’s pace slowed right down to a crawl. “I’m-I’m Daddy’s little boy!” Blaine gasped out in a raspy voice and Daddy’s hips went double-time, pumping him in a flurry of fucking.
“Come for Daddy, baby. Show Daddy- Uh. Show Daddy how hard you can cum. Make Daddy proud.”
Blaine cried out helplessly as his body took every thrust and let all the sensations - their slip sliding hands on sweating skin, the slapping of their bodies, the determined look in Daddy’s eyes, the drag of his tongue, the fullness inside him that was sparking a wildfire, the sound of tiny ringing bells - crowd together until he couldn’t take it anymore. With a yell, Blaine’s body convulsed, stuttering against Daddy’s hold as his cock erupted and doused his own face with a spray of white cum. He gurgled as the last of it splashed into his gasping mouth.
“Oh, baby. You’re so good for me. So good.” Daddy moaned as he slowed his pace, working his dick in slowly, stroking Blaine with every inch of him. Blaine spluttered at the streak of unpleasant tingling that shot through his bowed body. He whimpered as Daddy filled him up again and again. “Blainey, Blainey,” Daddy panted. “Shh, baby. That’s a good boy for Daddy.”
Blaine’s eyes fluttered shut as Daddy’s hand wiped the mess from his cheeks and across his nose. A wet thumb was pushed into his mouth, which he sucked clean slowly.
“I knew you’d be Daddy’s little boy right from the start. Did you know that?” Blaine whined around the thick thumb stoking his tongue as the fat cock pushed deeper inside him. “Right from the first time I saw you in our house. I knew you needed Daddy’s cock. And you did, didn’t you? You needed Daddy’s love and attention.” Blaine nodded and suckled harder. “You need it every day, now. Every morning Daddy has to bend you over the desk and give it to you. It’s worth going in to the workshop early just to fuck you like that, baby. You’ll miss Daddy when you go away to school, won’t you?”
Blaine whimpered and nodded again as his eyes prickled. Daddy’s thumb left his mouth but it was quickly replaced with his plump tongue, licking into him, chasing the taste of Blaine. As he broke the kiss, Daddy kept him rolled up tight and Blaine dithered over whether to hook his feet under the bar of the headboard or not.
“Shh, baby. It’ll be okay. Daddy’ll take care of you. I’m never gonna let you be lonely again, baby. Daddy will always love you. You want Daddy to love you, don’t you?” Blaine hummed in happy agreement as Daddy bore his weight down slowly, forcing his cock inside Blaine to the root. Blaine slid his feet beneath the bar and groaned with every measured stroke. It was making his body buzz again, wanting more. “I love you, Blainey. Daddy loves you.” Blaine’s yearning gaze fixed on Daddy’s eyes. “That’s right, baby. Daddy loves you and I’m gonna take good care of you.”
Blaine moaned at Daddy’s words and as he tried to press further into him, the soft bulge of Daddy’s ball sack flattened against his ass again. Blaine was so full. Filled up with Daddy. Filled up with love. Daddy was everything he could see, smell and feel. He wanted him so much. Wanted it to be like this all the time. He loved Daddy, he realized, not exactly in the same way he loved Kurt. It was different but it was wonderful too, feeling this cherished by someone he respected.
“You want Daddy’s cum, baby?” Daddy said softly as he eased Blaine’s feet from under the bar and his hips down to the bed, and then started to fuck into him slightly faster.
“Yeah. Want you. Love you, Daddy. Love you so much.” Daddy buried his face against Blaine’s sweaty neck as his hips reared back and slammed forward.
“There’s my good little boy. You’re so perfect, Blainey. So perfect for me. Daddy’s good boy,” he whispered between snuffling kisses along his throat.
Blaine’s hands wrapped around Daddy’s neck as they kissed again, slower this time, more like the way he kissed Kurt. Loving. Everything about Daddy’s touches now was deliberate, slow, steady, and purposeful. They were in perfect sync as they sped up their thrusting together. Daddy’s throbbing heat speared him and his blood hummed beneath his skin in a constant feedback loop as he re-hardened. Blaine just couldn’t get enough so when Daddy started to work him with long, hard strokes, he held on tight, his hands scrabbling to keep holding on.
“There. There. Feel that?” Daddy held eye contact as he fucked him faster and every thrust flooded Blaine with a craving for more, for love, for Daddy, for everything this was. He wanted it all. “Fuck, baby. Daddy’s gonna cum.” He shuddered but plunged deeply once more. “You want it?”
“Please,” Blaine murmured. “Fill me up, Daddy. I’m yours, Daddy. Make me yours.”
“Je-sus,” Daddy groaned as his hips stuttered. Blaine held on tight as Daddy came inside him again. He’d never felt this close to Daddy before or this loved. This was how it felt with Kurt. Every kiss, every touch between them was laden with meaning and it made Blaine's head spin but he shut out logic and reason, and listened solely to his body as it ached to let go for a second time.
Daddy lay over him, breathing heavily, and Blaine’s small hands smoothed over his shoulders patiently. His cock was trapped under Daddy’s body but he continued to wait, like a good boy. Daddy heaved a sigh and shifted slowly, grumbling about creaking bones. He pulled out, letting a gush of pearly cum leak out of Blaine's stretched hole. As Blaine shifted restlessly, the trickle became a torrent and Daddy worked his way back down his body.
“Here, baby. Let Daddy take care of you.” Blaine arched off the bed as Daddy’s mouth swept his cock in and sucked intently. Fat fingers pushed back inside him, alternating between a thumb and two fingers. Blaine cursed again when Daddy’s mouth shifted down to lick at his gaping hole as he jacked his cock rapidly. “Give it to me,” Daddy instructed thickly. His tongue was slick and pointed as it poked inside Blaine until the winding spring inside his body uncoiled suddenly and he splattered come across his stomach with a loud whine.
Blaine lay there gasping and clutching at the sheets as Daddy licked all the way up his spent body. Finally Daddy made it back to lie in Blaine’s arms and kiss lazily as they came down from the intensity of it all. Eventually Daddy moved away to pull up a sheet over their cooling bodies but Blaine was there quickly to roll into his arms and lay quietly as Daddy stroked his jaw.
“Thank you, Blainey,” Daddy said quietly and kissed his forehead. “That was exactly what I wanted for Christmas.” Blaine sighed happily and squeezed Daddy’s middle tighter. “I bet you’re gonna feel that on the plane tomorrow.” They both chuckled. “And god knows what Kurt has planned for you in the morning.” Blaine moaned at the thought of being fucked again by his best friend later.
“Probably more of the same.”
“Yeah?” Daddy curled a finger under Blaine's chin and tilted it up so as to look him in the eye. “You just can’t get enough, huh?” Blaine smiled wistfully and squeezed his eyes shut while he tucked his head against Daddy’s neck.
“It’s nice to feel so loved,” he admitted. It would certainly beat out anything with gift wrap this year. He hummed and pressed his smile back against Daddy. This was a holiday he was always going to remember.
Fin