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“Sure,” Dr. Anderson said warmly, gently squeezing Kurt's shoulder. He moved away and began flipping through the chart again, leaving Kurt to remove his gown. Kurt untied the cords that were keeping the back of the gown in place, and slowly let his arms slip through the material as the whole contraption slid off his body. However, he grabbed the material before it could hit the ground and bunched it up in front of himself, still covering himself from the doctor. Kurt could feel the blush rising in his cheeks.
“Much better,” Dr. Anderson cooed, setting the clipboard on the edge of the table and turning back towards Kurt. “But I'm going to need you to extend your hands by your sides again so I can double check those lymph nodes.” The doctor's hands slid down Kurt's forearms and wrapped around his wrists. Kurt gulped as Dr. Anderson gently tugged at his hands clasped tightly around the gown. Kurt felt light headed as nerves danced in his stomach
“O-okay,” Kurt complied, pulling his hands away from him. Kurt shifted to set the gown behind him on the table, but before he could, Dr. Anderson reached out again and touched the material.
“Everything's fine, Kurt,” He reassured the boy again, not realizing that the reason why Kurt still felt nervous had very little to do with medical reassurances. He grabbed the gown from the boy, and took a step towards the counter space beside the table. “Let me place this over here out of the way.”
Kurt felt even more naked with his only source of clothing on the other side of the room and his hands immediately and subconsciously fell back down to cover himself.
As soon as the doctor was back in front of him, he lightly pushed at his wrists again until Kurt was holding them up at his sides and staring down at the floor. He gasped as Dr. Anderson took a step towards him and began inspecting the lymph nodes near the apex of his arm again.
Being touched like this while naked and exposed should have made Kurt feel mortified, and Kurt was somewhat humiliated, but he also couldn't shake the feeling that the doctor's touches were becoming more sensual. Kurt wasn't sure. He hadn't had much experience with dating or physical intimacy. The warm hands, even through the latex, were strong and confident while still being gentle and caring. Kurt had made out with Brittany once, but that had been about as exciting as brushing his teeth. This was completely different.
Dr. Anderson's hands moved to the other side of his body to inspect his other lymph nodes, and Kurt dared to glance up one more time. The doctor did not seem to be aware of what he was doing to Kurt, instead focusing on the work his hands were doing. Kurt tried to mark it all down to nervous energy. Abnormal levels of hormones causing his body to respond inappropriately to any touch. There was some explanation.
The doctor noticed Kurt's eyes glancing up questioningly at him, and he smiled reassuringly back at the boy. “Like I said, everything is perfect,” he told him. Kurt just bit his lip and smiled back hesitantly. Blaine moved his hands across his chest and Kurt inhaled sharply as one of the doctor's hands skirted past his nipple. He barely touched it, but it was enough to make Kurt flinch. He tried to swallow the small whine that bubbled up through him, but he knew that the doctor still must have heard it. Dr. Anderson frowned at Kurt's reaction.
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“I-- yes, sometimes,” Kurt frowned, biting his lip and averting his gaze. “Is that bad, sir? That-- I mean it's not ALL the time.” Dr. Anderson's eyes instantly softened.
“No, Kurt, that's not bad.” He moved his hands to the boys chest again, this time moving intentionally over the nipple. He was still looking straight into Kurt's eyes. “Sometimes, a man's nipples can be an erotic area for him. The sensitivity is probably heightened since you're taking the hormonal therapy.”
Dr. Anderson was still looking straight at Kurt as he continued to brush his thumb gently against the nub of flesh. Kurt nodded slightly, eyes locked to the doctor's eyes as if he were hypnotized. He gasped sharply again as Dr. Anderson took both of his nipples between his fingers and pinched them lightly. Blaine smiled. “A perfectly normal reaction.” Kurt could only blush.
“Now, next is the hernia test,” Dr. Anderson explained, taking a step away from Kurt and removing his gloves, throwing them into the wastebasket. “Some of your peers may lovingly refer to it as the cough test.” He slipped another pair of gloves onto his hands and moved back towards Kurt.
“I'm going to cup your testicles, Kurt, and then I need for you to cough for me,” the doctor said carefully, suppressing a smile as he noticed the blush dusting Kurt's cheeks grow darker. “It may feel a bit strange at first, but it will be over before you know it.” Kurt could only stare wide eyed as the man did as he promised, stepping close to Kurt and gently taking his balls in hand. Kurt tried not to tense too noticeably at the intimate touch. Kurt began coughing as soon as Dr. Anderson lightly squeezed him.
“Kurt, I'm just going to examine you first,” Blaine said with a slight smirk. “You can wait to cough when I ask you to.”
“Oh.” Kurt mumbled and Blaine smiled again before looking back down between his legs and continuing to rub. Kurt blushed and bit his lip, silently hoping that the ground would swallow him whole. It felt like sparks of electricity were running through his body, and he couldn't control pains the heat that was settling low in his stomach. A few more seconds felt like an eternity before the doctor finally shifted to hold only one of his balls.
“Now, please turn your head towards the window and cough, Kurt,” Dr. Anderson instructed professionally, lightly rolling Kurt's left ball in his hand. Kurt cleared his throat before giving one clear cough. “Again,” he repeated as he continued his light massage. Kurt coughed once more.
Blaine's hands shifted and cupped his right ball this time, fingers tickling over the hair there before the touch became firmer and Kurt had to restrain himself from squirming. He could feel himself becoming aroused and he grimaced as his cock slowly began to harden. The doctor either didn't notice, or ignored it.
“Please cough again for me while I examine your right testicle, Kurt,” Dr. Anderson asked, glancing up at the boy who was now barely restraining his movement, shifting to his tip toes, hands clenching at his sides. Blaine's hands stilled so that he was only cupping Kurt, and the boy calmed slightly, letting out a clear cough.
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“Perfect,” Dr. Anderson told him, standing up and removing his hand from Kurt. Kurt immediately surged to cover himself, penis half-hard from the stimulation. Blaine smiled gently, removing his gloves and tossing them into the trash. “It's perfectly natural for a young man to become aroused during that kind of test, Kurt,” he soothed him, rubbing a hand gently up Kurt's forearm. Dr. Anderson noticed the goosebumps appearing as Kurt shivered. He smirked.
“Is it too cold in the room?” He asked casually while walking back over to the box of gloves on the counter. “I can go request that Nurse Hudson turns the thermostat down.”
“I'm fine,” Kurt squeaked, still holding his hands in front of himself. The last thing Kurt wanted was for Nurse Hudson to be involved. Dr. Anderson collected a few things from the cabinet on the other side of the room that Kurt couldn't see. Kurt glanced longingly to the counter where his gown lay abandoned.
Blaine glanced over his shoulder. “Could you get up on the table for me, Kurt? The last thing I've got to do is your prostate exam.” Kurt felt his heart leap into his throat. This is the part that he had been dreading. Even when Doctor Fabray would examine his prostate he would sometimes get excited as she called it. He could only imagine what was going to happen with Dr. Anderson administering the exam.
As Kurt climbed onto the table, Blaine crossed the room with his supplies: lubricant, an extra pair of gloves and a small metal bar that was curved at one end. “Hands and knees,” Dr. Anderson instructed softly “This is the last part, then you will be ready to see Dr. Karofsky.” Kurt tried to conceal his frown, but Dr. Anderson noticed.
“Is something upsetting you?” he asked softly. Kurt bit his lip nervously as he adjusted himself on the table. Blaine moved forward and placed a bare hand on Kurt's thigh, grabbing his knee and carefully nudging it over an inch before doing the same thing to the other so that Kurt's gate was widened and his hole was exposed. Kurt shivered as Dr. Anderson's hand skated across the smooth skin of his inner thigh. He felt exposed with the doctor standing behind him, no doubt examining his ass, and no doubt the small feminine slit that was also displayed from this angle.
“Hmmm?” Blaine prompted again, not letting Kurt get out of answering the question.
“N-not really,” Kurt explained as he heard Dr. Anderson snap on another pair of gloves. He tried to look behind him to see what the doctor was doing, but the angle made it impossible for him to see anything.
Dr. Anderson rested a hand on Kurt's hip gently. “I was only wondering because you were frowning after I said Dr. Karofsky's name. If there's something you want to discuss, I would be more than happy to help you.” Blaine squirted a dollop of lubricant onto his fingers, the sound accentuating his last statement. “There is of course doctor-patient confidentiality for anything you tell me.”
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“Yes?” He prompted as his fingers slowly rimmed Kurt's anus. He smiled as he noticed Kurt's breath becoming shallow.
“I... It's just that Do-doctor Karofsky isn't as gentle as...” Kurt took another intake of breath, “gentle as Dr. Fabray.” Blaine continued to circle Kurt's hole, pushing slightly but mostly massaging the edge“Or you.” Kurt mumbled. Blaine's soft smile grew wider at the compliment and he moved to put more lubricant on his fingers.
“Every doctor is different, Kurt,” Dr. Anderson repeated from what he said before. Kurt froze as Blaine move his fingers to his hole again. Blaine mad sure he was calm once again before pushing his finger into Kurt's hole. He curled it so that it stretched the boy out more, and slowly massaged the edge of his puckered hole. “I might be able to help you with that, though, once we are done with your prostate examination.”
Kurt wasn't sure exactly what Doctor Anderson meant, but he also knew that his response to the statement wasn't expected. The finger in his ass felt nice, and Kurt tried to pay attention to that... and to his controlling his breathing. That would be more embarrassing than getting turned on by the testicle massage. At least that was normal, like the doctor had said. Even worse, Kurt could feel his slit becoming warm with arousal. He knew not only was his cock becoming hard again, but his pussy lips were also becoming engorged, and the doctor HAD to have noticed.
Kurt had never experienced this kind of reaction to his doctors visits before. Dr. Quinn Fabray had been nice and almost motherly to him. He was used to her calculated and gentle touches, not the hands of this attractive man, touching him in his most intimate of areas, places he tried to ignore except when washing himself. He tried not to shudder at the light touches the man was giving him.
“Let's get another finger in you. Then we can use the wand,” Dr. Anderson narrated and Kurt shifted on his knees. The wand, Kurt thought, must be the metal object sitting on the table by his ankles. Blaine settled his free hand on the small of Kurt's back and stroked the skin there to calm him. It only made Kurt more flustered.
Blaine moved to insert another finger, dribbling a bit more lubricant over his fingers. Kurt squirmed as he felt some of the cool gel slide down to his slit, tickling as it made its slow trek. Kurt wiggled his hips at the strange sensation, effectively forcing the doctors fingers deeper inside him. Kurt gasped as he felt a surge of arousal spark deep inside him.
“Sorry,” Kurt moaned with humiliation. “There's... some of the … the liquid started dripping and...”
Doctor Anderson stilled his fingers. Once he realized what Kurt meant, he let out a small “Oh” and moved his free hand up to Kurt's pussy lips. He raised his index finger and brushed the small trail of liquid away. Kurt let out a small sigh, but his heart began to beat faster when Blaine's finger continued to travel down his slit, tickling just as the gel had before. Kurt shifted on his knees. He became instantly mortified when he heard the small whine escape from his throat and his hips shift involuntarily to push against the finger.
Almost too quickly, Doctor Anderson was pulling away from him, removing his fingers from Kurt slowly, curling them slightly at the edge of his hole. Kurt frowned at the emptiness he felt, and let out a small sigh.
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“M-milking?” Kurt questioned as the fingers were positioned outside of his hole again. They circled once, twice, before gliding into Kurt again.
“Your prostate is where the fluid part of your semen is held, Kurt.” He hooked his fingers and Kurt could feel him massaging his walls, searching for something that Kurt wasn't sure of. “They need a sample of it to make sure that everything is functioning properly, especially with your hormone treatments.”
At the same moment, Kurt felt a brilliant shock of sensation. He heard himself let out a low groan as his knees threatened to buckle. Blaine's hand was on his back, petting soothing circles into his skin as his fingers inside Kurt rubbed the area around Kurt's prostate, not touching it directly again.
“It also feels amazing when stimulated,” he smirked, fingers moving without warning to press against the nub again, hooking inward to press deeper. Kurt's toes curled painfully as he tried to accept the stimulation.
“I-I-” The doctor didn't let him collect his thoughts before he was stroking the space inside him again. “HNNNG” His statement turned into a deep growl and he could feel his balls drawing up in the way they normally did when he was about to come. His slit was slippery, he could tell, and felt empty with the attention his ass was getting. The fingers backed off for a second and Kurt took a deep breath, muscles relaxing as Blaine teased around the area of his prostate without touching it. His other hand was still soothing his back. Kurt couldn't seem to care about the fact that his breath was coming quickly and his hips seemed to be pressing back towards the doctor's hands obscenely.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Kurt stilled and looked up in shock at the door in front of him. Doctor Anderson slowly removed his fingers from Kurt, raking against his walls and curling against the edge of his hole. He slipped his gloves off before muttering “Hold tight, Kurt,” and walking over to the door. Kurt was mortified.
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“Hi, are you the doctor?" Finn asked quietly of Blaine.
"Yes, Hudson, you met me this morning, remember?" Doctor Anderson replied snippily.
"Uhh... yeah. Uhm, Dr. Karofsky is going to arrive in about ten minutes, but he had car troubles and wanted to let you know that's why he's late,” Finn babbled to Doctor Anderson, eyes staring straight into the room, not even pretending to look elsewhere.
“Thank you, Finn, is that all?” Dr. Anderson said curtly, trying to catch the nurse's eye.
“Uhhh,” he drawled blankly. Kurt glanced back towards the door where the men stood only a few feet away. His eyes connected with Finn's and he frowned, looking away quickly in shame. The nurses eyes widened slightly and his jaw seemed to become unhinged. Doctor Anderson pushed the door further shut until only about six inches of his face could be seen.
“Tell Karofsky that he can come in when he gets here but I don't want any further interruptions,” he said before shutting the door.
Blaine turned back to the boy on the table and his heart swelled at his rosy cheeks and dark bitten lips. “So Doctor Karofsky isn't very gentle?” He asked quietly, stepping over to the boy and letting his bare hands land on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt knew the question was rhetorical, but he shook his head anyway. Blaine's hands curled slightly around the muscles of his shoulder blade, giving one deep stroke in what Kurt thought was support.
“I think that I can help you with that before he arrives,” Doctor Anderson said with a small smile, trailing his fingers down Kurt's spine. The boy had been aroused for so long that he was becoming used to it at this point. He knew his face was still the color of his neon pink parka at home, but Doctor Anderson hadn't seemed too concerned about it, and slowly Kurt was adjusting.
It actually felt nice to be touched so sweetly after all of the rough contact he got at school, or the brief high five he might receive from Mr. Shue, or the platonic hugs he shared with the girls in glee club. This was truly sensual, and Kurt had never been made to feel like this before. He almost felt guilty.
“Penny for your thoughts?” The doctor asked coolly as he snapped on a final pair of gloves and went to move the lubricant and wand away from the table.
“N-no. I'm fine.” Kurt lied. He shifted his weight on his knees. Now that his arousal was dimming, his pain receptors seemed to be kicking in. After being in the same position for the past ten minutes, he was starting to get uncomfortable.
“Alright,” Doctor Anderson agreed amiably. “If you could just turn over and lie on your back for me...” he instructed. Kurt's breath caught in his throat. He glanced back down at his cock that was still very much so hard. He gulped again and shifted on his knees once more.
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“We don't have much time, Kurt,” Blaine reminded him and Kurt's heart began to speed up again. “Is this about your hard on, Kurt?” Blaine whispered softly and for a moment Kurt detected something other than kindness that had been in his voice all this time. It seemed almost predatory, seductive, like the doctor knew all his secrets and didn't mind exploiting them. Kurt was sure he was just making it up.
“I'm s-sorry,” Kurt mumbled. “I-I've never had my prostate touched like that before.” He hated his stutter. He hated that he couldn't hide it. He hated that he couldn't hide any part of himself from this man, his doctor.
“Kurt,” Blaine cooed, hands skimming over his back again, down to cup his ass briefly. “There really is nothing to be ashamed of. Let me help you. I'm your doctor, Kurt.”
“O-okay,” Kurt complied, turning over as Doctor Anderson's hands pushed at his hips. The soft hands gently pulled him to the edge of the table, assisting him in putting his legs over the leg pads. He ran his leg from Kurt's knee down to the edge of his foot before securing his ankle with a thick strap. Kurt gulped as the doctor repeated his actions with his other leg.
Kurt could only stare, wide-eyed as the man cranked a lever on the side of the table and the leg pads moved up and the bottom of the table fell towards the ground.
“Ka-- Doctor Karofsky never used the straps,” Kurt muttered quietly, his voice unable to project above a whisper.
Blaine's lips curled up sweetly and he grabbed the stool that was previously in the corner of the room, nudging it over so that he was in between Kurt's legs, forced open by the table.
“Kurt,” Blaine shook his head lightly, chuckling to himself. “I keep telling you that you can't judge all doctors based on the actions of one.” Blaine placed a warm hand on the inside of Kurt's thigh and slowly stroked it, pushing against the natural direction of the hairs growing there, causing goosebumps to prick up at the hair follicles.
Kurt closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, trying to relax. He couldn't help but grind his hips towards Doctor Anderson. “Can you just--” Kurt stopped himself. What was he about to ask for? This was a medical exam. This was a clinical exam that he had to have every four months or so. Was he really about to beg for his doctors hands to touch him? Kurt frowned at himself, heart rate speeding up uncontrollably.
Doctor Anderson did not question him, but instead obliged and let his hands trail farther down to the apex of Kurt's legs. Kurt knew his lips were red and probably puffy with the excess blood being directed to that area. He could clearly see that his penis was engorged. So could Dr. Anderson. It seemed to be the only thing he was looking at.
Kurt's eyes glanced away and he forced himself to concentrate on the ceiling and not the hands that were working on him.
“Kurt,” the man between his legs said brokenly. Kurt's eyes snapped down to see Dr. Anderson looking straight at him this time, eyes gazing questioningly. “How does Doctor Karofsky normally examine you?”
“He... I... Like this, but not the restraints,” Kurt mumbled.
“But what does he do, Kurt?” Dr. Anderson's voice was sugar sweet and pleading for information. “I want to know how he touches you.”
Kurt bit his lip extra hard and glanced back up at the ceiling. He was trying to think of what to say when he heard the man speak again.
“I just want to help you, Kurt. I need to know what not to do if I'm going to help you,” He explained easily, fingers stroking against the soft skin of Kurt's slit.
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Dr. Anderson was currently stroking with all the fingers of his right hand, up and down, just a light petting as he listened to Kurt's words.
“I think I can fix that, then,” Doctor Anderson nodded with a small grin. He let his index finger trail down Kurt's slit, the same pace and rhythm that his other fingers had been trekking. He pushed his finger in lightly, letting it find a place between the folds while still continuing to stroke up and down.
Kurt writhed against the restraints he was set in. He tried to stop himself but couldn't.
Doctor Anderson clicked his tongue at the both. “Now, now, Kurt. We can't have any of that.” He moved his left hand over Kurt's hips and pressed him back into the table with surprising strength. “I need you to relax.”
With a few more swipes of his fingers, and Blaine had found a small nub of flesh settled inside the folds. He smirked devilishly and flicked it. Kurt's body seemed to seize up of its own accord, and Blaine grinned knowingly. He slid his finger back down to Kurt's vaginal opening and collecting a bit of cum there before moving back to the nub.
Kurt tensed as he felt the finger moving back to where it had just been. He hadn't spent much time exploring this part of himself, and now he almost wish he had. Doctor Anderson slowed his finger down as he brought it closer and closer to Kurt's clitoris. The boy could do nothing but hold his breath and wait as the doctor teased him.
Doctor Anderson watched Kurt's face intently as he circled the digit closer, noting the look of pure euphoria that graced his features when the finger finally made contact. He swirled his finger around the nub once, twice, increasing pressure and watching as the effects could be seen on Kurt's face. He let his fingernail scrape bluntly against the edge of the clitoral hood and Kurt was howling.
Blaine took that as his cue to move down to Kurt's vagina and ease his finger into Kurt's sopping cunt. The boy's panting grew louder and more frantic as the doctor pumped his fingers into him. Blaine smiled lovingly at the young boy before curling his fingers towards himself and stroking in the universal “come hither” motion.
Kurt threw his head back and grabbed onto the doctor's arm that was still positioned around his waist. His mouth opened in a shriek that couldn't be formed and he grappled for purchase on the man's hand as Doctor Anderson continued to pump his fingers against Kurt's G spot.
The haze eventually began to clear from Kurt's eyes and he looked around groggily at Doctor Anderson who was on the other side of the room, hands rubbing together under a warm spray of water at the sink. Kurt registered for a second that he hadn't been wearing gloves.
“I...” Kurt tried to articulate, staring at the man with half lidded eyes.
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“Shhh,” he told him when Kurt was trying to speak again. Doctor Anderson walked over to the counter and grabbed the gown that had been neglected there, sidling up to Kurt and helping him put the robe back on.
“I'll go let Dr. Karofsky know that you're ready for him,” Doctor Anderson informed him, straightening his white coat and placing everything that he had moved back to its original location.
It was another five minutes before Dr. Karofsky came walking through the door, flustered.
“I'm so sorry I'm late, Mr. Hummel. I hope that Nurse Hudson told you why I'm so tardy,” Dr. Karofsky said quickly. “Had to have all four tires replaced. Some crazy hooligan thought it would be a cute idea to slash them before I could come into work this morning.”
“He didn't say exactly that. It--”
“Oh it really doesn't matter, though,” Dr. Karofsky waved it off as he slipped on a pair of latex gloves from the box Dr. Anderson had been using. “A serial killer could walk in here and Finn probably wouldn't notice. I'm not surprised he didn't tell you the correct details.”
Kurt sighed and nodded absently. “Alright, well let's get this done quickly. I know you're tired of waiting.” Karofsky's smile was thin and ingenious, Kurt could tell. He turned towards the clipboard at the foot of the bed and skimmed over it. “It seems you just have your regular vaginal exam scheduled for today. Nothing too strenuous for you. Bit of a long wait for one exam, though.”
Kurt frowned a bit at the doctors words, but remained pliant as Doctor Karofsky directed him to lean back to the position he had been in a few minutes ago. The thick, fleshy hands on his hips felt incredibly different than the soft delicate touch of Dr. Anderson. Kurt tried not to compare the two, but it was difficult when one touch had been electrifying and another felt so clinical and suffocating.
Kurt tried to shift his hips in a way he though Karofsky wanted, just so he could get his hands off of him faster and get the process finished.
“Can I get you to scoot forward just a little bit and spread your legs wider, please, Mr. Hummel?”
Kurt silently obeyed this request and stared at the ceiling as he felt the thick fingers inspect his outer vaginal area. He felt the fingers still slightly as they made contact with his opening. Kurt glanced down and saw Doctor Karofsky's eyes knit in confusion. Oh, Kurt thought, he must still have been wet from earlier. Kurt could feel the blush rise to his cheeks once again, prompting flash backs of the scenes that had just occurred.
Dr. Karofsky glanced up and saw the blush spreading across his patient's cheeks and turned his attention back to the task at hand. He spread a bit of lubricant on his fingers for good measure, and carefully but determinedly pushed his fingers into Kurt.
Kurt was expecting the normal burn of Dr. Karofsky's fingers, but was pleasantly surprised when there was nothing more present than a dull ache from the events that had occurred earlier. Kurt bit his lip as the invasive fingers felt around his walls and palpated the outside of his stomach. The touch lasted no more than thirty seconds before Doctor Karofsky was pulling his fingers out, and making a move to remove his gloves.
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“Don't you have to take a sperm sample for this visit? I thought--”
Doctor Karofsky glanced at the boy and quirked his eyebrow at him, unsurprisingly cutting him off once more. “Not on your chart, Mr. Hummel.” He glanced at the papers in his hands. “You aren't scheduled for one of those until two visits from now.”
“Oh, I thought--”
“I'm sorry you had to wait for so long. I'm glad you at least found some way to preoccupy your time.” Karofsky gave him a knowing smirk. Kurt was confused at first, but suddenly realized the doctor was referring to how wet he had been. He blushed profusely and quickly tried to explain.
“No... that was Doc--”
Doctor Karofsky waved him off again. “Nevermind, nevermind. That was a very unprofessional thing to say anyway.” He tore off a small slip of paper from the clipboard and handed it over to the boy. “Everything is healthy and in working order. Get dressed and just take this to the front desk and they'll restore your prescription for hormone treatments.” With one more watery smile, Karofsky was striding towards the door and walking down the hallway to his next late appointment.
Kurt glanced at the paper in his hands before letting out a small sigh, and turning to put his clothes back on.
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So yeah... there you go. First time writing smut and it's probably kind of generic. Sorry I couldn't fit the video in! Hope you enjoy it anyways!
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I can't believe this was filled and it was nice and long and detailed and guh I LOVE YOU.
That is all.
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