Such Dirty Little Helpers 1/2
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Burt/Kurt/Blaine
Warnings: Incest, Slut Shaming, Cross Dressing, D/S dynamics (Burt fancies himself a Dom as usual), come play and inappropriate use of a candy cane.
Summary: A continuation of the Such Good Boys verse with the Hummels’ first Christmas together with Blaine. Santa-Daddy!Burt has two little helpers ready to be transformed into dirty elves for the night.
***
Blaine settled into his chair at the table for the usual Friday night dinner at the Hummel house, only this Friday was the last one before Christmas that Blaine would be here for.
“So you’re going away for Christmas then?” Mr Hummel asked.
“Yeah. We’re flying out to spend the holiday with my brother in L.A.”
“So, you’re not even going to have a white Christmas this year, Blaine? What about out the caroling we were going to do with the New Directions? What about ice skating and hot chocolate? And kisses under the mistletoe?” Kurt grumbled.
“Mmm, nope. Guess I can’t join in this year. It sucks. Sorry, Kurt.”
Kurt plonked himself on Blaine’s lap and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “It does suck. I was looking forward to some of those kisses with my best friend this year.”
“When are you boys gonna exchange gifts?”
“Um, it’ll have to be on Thursday. I can probably come over and spend the night because we fly out on Friday afternoon.”
“Alrighty, I’ll have something special for you both as well and we can make a real night of it.”
“Oh?” Kurt cheered at his father’s nod and kissed Blaine on the mouth in celebration.
***
“Kurt, do the rounds and make sure the workshop is locked, would you? Blaine, bring in the sign off the sidewalk and lock the front door.”
“Okay, Daddy,” Kurt sung as he and Blaine raced off to complete their respective tasks. They met at the front door while Blaine locked it and flipped the Open sign to Closed in the window.
“What do you think he’s got planned for us?” Blaine wondered aloud. Kurt shrugged and laughed.
“I don’t know but last year he stripped me and ate dessert off my body.” Blaine’s eyebrows shot skyward as he pictured it. “What? It tickled mostly but it was kinda messy. Oh hey! Mistletoe! C’mere, Blainey,” Kurt called out excitedly, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s neck and shoulders. “Merry Christmas, Blaine,” he whispered and ducked his head to land a sweet kiss on Blaine’s parted lips. He immediately pressed in, hungry for more of a taste, his tongue skimming across Kurt’s as he angled his head to deepen the kiss. “Mmm, you always taste so good, Blainey,” Kurt mumbled as they broke apart. Blaine simply smiled and squeezed at Kurt’s waist as he leaned in for a lingering chaste kiss.
“Merry Christmas, Kurt,” he said breathlessly.
***
They stumbled through the office door, pushing each other playfully as they each tried to slap the other’s butt with Kurt managing to get in a good swat, his hand landing heavily to make Blaine yelp.
“Hey, no! I’m not on the Naughty List this year,” he whined, rubbing his butt cheek.
“I believe I’m in charge of who’s on which list there, Blainey,” Mr Hummel chuckled from his desk chair. Both boys stared at the older man as he spun around to face them, naked except for red silk boxers and a fluffy red Santa hat.
“Daddy?”
“That’s Santa-Daddy to you two.” Blaine grinned stupidly at Kurt who’d spied two brightly wrapped packages on the desk.
“G’on, they’re for you. Blaine’s one has the green paper and yours is the red one, baby,” Santa-Daddy offered as Kurt dove for his gift. The loud rustling of ripping paper revealed a wide flat box, which Kurt promptly pulled the lid off of while Blaine dug his way through the tissue paper in his box and gasped.
“I need a couple of boys to be Santa’s little helpers. Are you up for the task, kid?”
Blaine pulled out a pair red and white striped thigh high stockings with a surprised look on his face. Putting them aside, his hands landed on a lacy red g-string and he held them up to show Kurt. The last two items in Blaine’s box were a dark green Santa hat that matched a velveteen forest green elvish halterneck dress, complete with tiny bells sewn into the zig-zag hemline. Clearly it had been made for a woman, with cut-outs where breasts were supposed to protrude, but Blaine ran his fingers over the red ribbon piping that curved around the empty breast cups reverently.
He supposed others might see this outfit and think it garish or ridiculous but Mr Hummel had obviously picked this just for him, knowing that the green would offset his hazel eyes, his tiny dusky nipples encircled in red ribbon and white fur just waiting to be bitten and teased, his cock trapped under lace hiding beneath a tiny tinkling dress that would hug his narrow waist. Blaine found himself surprised, both by the gift and how beautiful he found it. “Thank you, Santa,” he breathed out sweetly.
“Will you try it on for me, Blainey?”
“Yessir,” he replied dreamily.
Kurt waited until Blaine stripped before he went through his own box. His first discovery was also stockings, a pair of white knee highs followed by a simple white mesh g-string. A red Santa hat came next, before he found a white striped bikini top covered with a large red velvet bow. Setting it aside, he handled the last item delicately as a tiny red velvet and white tulle tutu was revealed.
“Wow! Thank you, Daddy,” Kurt grinned, knowing he was going to look super sexy in the outfit, especially with the way his bare ass was going to be peeking out from under the ruffles. He started to pull of his clothes immediately in a race to try the new outfit on.
“One last present for you two little helpers,” Santa-Daddy groaned as he leaned down and pulled out the two shoes boxes that had been hidden beneath his desk. “One for you.” His tone lilted as he handed a box to Blaine. “And one for you.” He handed the other to Kurt.
Blaine ripped through the wrapping to find a pair of ruby red sequinned ballet flats that he eagerly pulled on to his stocking clad feet.
Kurt on the other hand found a pair of red patent leather stilettos that had a six inch heel. He looked at his father questioningly.
“It’ll be okay, Kurtie. You’ve had some practice since last year. I just didn’t want Blainey to break any bones before his holiday. That would be a little difficult to explain to his parents.”
Kurt continued to get dressed, sitting down on the couch to pull on the pumps. High heels made him nervous. Last year when he’d made dinner in nothing but a frilly apron and stilettos he’d almost knocked himself out on the bench top while his Daddy fucked him from behind. His heels had skidded across the floor forcing him to practically do the splits while still impaled on his father’s cock. Kurt had enjoyed sitting in Santa-Daddy’s lap afterwards though, being fucked slowly while naked and writhing in front of the fire, slouching and sweaty as they sipped champagne and sucked on strawberries later.
“C’mon now, lemme look at you,” Santa-Daddy requested. Blaine straightened up and sauntered over to the older man. Santa-Daddy whistled as Blaine did a quick twirl, the bells tinkling as he spun. “You make such a pretty lil’ helper there, Blainey. So sexy…” he trailed off as he ran his fingers up and down the soft fabric covering Blaine’s torso.
“Santa, you’ll jingle my bells, won’t you?” Blaine said in a husky voice.
“Oh ho ho. I think you’re a naughty lil’ elf, Blainey.” Santa-Daddy chuckled as his hand drifted under the dress to cup Blaine’s lace clad package. Blaine leaned into the touch, back arching as he quickly hardened beneath the lacy underwear.
“Mmm, I think you have a present for me under there, don’t you?” Santa-Daddy teased as he adjusted Blaine’s cock to lie at an upward angle, poking over top on the panties allowing the waistband rub against his cockhead. “C’mere an’ sit on Santa-Daddy’s lap for a minute while we watch Kurtie over here tidy up for us, hmm?” Blaine eased himself onto Santa’s lap to face the room and leaned back against Santa-Daddy’s back, feeling the older man’s stiff cock trapped behind him. “Look at my little boy, Blainey. Look at those long legs…fuck.”
Kurt smirked to himself as he collected all the discarded clothing, making sure to bend and stretch as much as possible.
Santa-Daddy’s hands stopped running over Blaine’s velvety tummy and started to tweak at his small nipples until the meaty little nubs were red and swollen, making him writhe against the older man’s cock.
Kurt piled the clothing on the couch and then bent over to fold each item, exposing his creamy cheeks to his two favorite men. He took his time, knowing that his Daddy would be teasing Blaine as he got all worked up. Finally when the pile was done, he relocated the folded clothes to the filing cabinet so they would be out of the way.
Santa-Daddy slid one hand down to rub along Blaine’s velvet covered dick that bulged out of his panties while the thumb of his other hand rubbed along Blaine’s bottom lip.
“Isn’t Kurtie the hottest little slut you’ve ever seen?” he whispered as his thumb coaxed Blaine's mouth open. “He’s so good to his Daddy every year and he’s definitely made it onto the Nice list this time because he found me the best present I could ever ask for…” he paused as Blaine made a questioning noise while he sucked on Santa’s thumb, “That’s right! He found you and you’ve been the sweetest and best lil’ helper I’ve ever met, other than my baby boy, of course.” Santa-Daddy’s thumb popped out of Blaine’s mouth as the honeyed words rolled around in his head. He gasped as the moist thumb swiped across the newly exposed head of his hard cock and he groaned in satisfaction as Santa-Daddy rubbed the crown between his thumb and fingers.
Kurt scooped up all the wrapping paper and boxes, making sure to get all the little bits off the floor, even crawling to get the scraps that had floated under the couch before popping the mess into the bin and dusting his knees and skirt off.
“It’s time to tell Santa-Daddy what you want, Blainey,” the gruff voice in his ear said.
“I wanna….I want…Santa!” Blaine whined as Santa-Daddy’s fingers slipped off his dick and pushed his legs wide while more fingers pressed down against his entrance. “Hooo, I want Santa to fuck me.”
“You want Santa-Daddy?”
“Mmm, please Santa-Daddy. I want your cock,” he asked, dazed as he made eye contact with Kurt who, he realized, had a hand up under his skirt touching himself. “Should Santa-Daddy fuck me, Kurtie?” he asked, widening his legs and pulling at his own nipples as a damp fingertip pushed in and swirled around the rim teasingly. “Should he, Kurt? D’you want to see Santa-Daddy fuck me?”
All eyes fell on Kurt, standing tall in the tiny top and skirt while he toyed with his dick under the bunched up ruffles. He licked his lips as Blaine’s eyes flickered with pleasure. “He has such a dirty mouth, Santa-Daddy, maybe I should fill it.” Santa-Daddy chuckled as he slipped his finger back into Blaine’s ass.
“Get me the lube and a candy cane from the drawer, Kurtie.” Kurt sauntered over to the desk drawer and pulled out the lube and a finger-thick 5 inch long stick of peppermint.
“Suck on it, Kurtie. Get it wet and sticky, baby,” Santa-Daddy suggested and he pushed his chair back further from the desk, allowing Kurt room to kneel in front of them. His eyes darkened as his son toyed with the candy, letting his tongue slide along half of the length and twist around it playfully.
Kurt pulled off the stick with a showy pop and slid it into Blaine’s mouth to suck on then leaned in to smack sticky kisses along the inside of the spread boy’s inner thighs. He dragged the thong aside and fluttered his minty tongue along the sensitive skin over and under his balls, giggling as the skin tightened up under his teasing touches. Twisting the head of his father’s silk covered thick cock that was protruding between his friend’s cheeks, he leaned in closer to suck each of Blaine’s nuts separately and then together, rolling his tongue around each one.
Blaine shivered as the alternating cool mint tongue and warm mouth drove him crazy. He wriggled on Santa-Daddy’s lap trying to get more of his friend’s mouth on him. He let Santa-Daddy’s strong hands ease him further down his lap, hooking under his knees and spreading him wide for his best friend to lick at his rim intently. Blaine sucked harder on the candy cane and whimpered softly as Kurt’s tongue dipped inside of him.
“Open him up, baby,” Santa-Daddy ordered.
Kurt twisted his tongue, pushing as much saliva inside as he could then pulled back and slipped a finger inside while he reached for the lube. Slick fingers pushed back in, corkscrewing endlessly as he stretched Blaine.
***
“Ohhhh, S-Santa. Fuuuck,” Blaine sighed, his head dropping back against the older man’s shoulder. Santa-Daddy groaned as he eased Blaine up and down on his cock and leaned back in his desk chair.
“Yeahhh. Ride Daddy’s cock, Blainey.” Kurt whimpered from his seat on the desk directly in front of them as he was paid no attention. His flushed pink cock stood upright between the ruffles of his skirt and he wiggled around to get some sensation on it. “Don’t touch it, Kurtie,” Santa-Daddy warned. “You know what happens to bad little boys.” Kurt pouted around the thick candy cane he was sucking on and sat on his hands while he waited impatiently. “Lean forward, Blainey. Put him out of his misery. Such a spoiled little elf,” he muttered.
Blaine pulled his legs together and shifted forward a little so he could reach Kurt with his mouth. As his lips closed around the shiny tip of Kurt’s cock, Santa-Daddy gripped his hips and started fucking him intently. He hummed loudly which made Kurt groan as his hands shot out from under his thighs to grip Blaine’s curls. His steady murmuring was replaced by the slapping of skin behind him. A loud moan followed and Blaine was pulled back as Santa-Daddy unloaded inside him.
“Good boy, baby,” Santa-Daddy mumbled as he caught his breath. “Now you show Kurt what a good little helper you are.” Blaine was pushed off the softening cock and he lurched toward Kurt’s outstretched hand as Kurt yanked the candy from his mouth and discarded it on the desk. He lunged forward to capture Kurt’s lips in a searing kiss, his tongue licking at the inside of Kurt’s lips.
“Need you, Blainey,” Kurt whined as he grabbed at his velvet clad hips. Blaine hitched his leg up and pulled himself up on to the desk to straddle his best friend.
“God, stay there,” Santa-Daddy demanded. “Fucking leaking,” he groaned and pushed a thumb into Blaine's loosened asshole. “Such a dirty little helper,” he muttered and pulled Blaine’s cheeks apart to watch a dribble of cum work its way out and trickle down Blaine’s ball sack. “So fuckin’ dirty.” Santa-Daddy leaned in and swiped his tongue up the wrinkly skin of Blaine’s sack, collecting cum and pushing it back inside with the point of his tongue.
“Oh god!” Blaine cried out and clung onto Kurt. When Santa-Daddy released him, Blaine reached behind him to keep Kurt’s cock steady as he sank down on it. The wrinkles of satin and tulle scratched at his inner thighs as he settled in his lap. “C’mon, Kurt, fuck me. Fill me up.” Kurt huffed and fumbled to get a grip on each ass cheek, making the bells on the dress jingle. He gave up that plan and simply took hold of Blaine's waist, pushed him down to take as much cock as possible and held him steady as they ground against each other. They panted into the other’s mouths as they worked their bodies together.
“Blaine. Blaine. Uh!” Kurt whimpered helplessly and bucked up as he came. Behind Blaine came a wet sucking sound as Santa-Daddy hooked his chin over Blaine’s shoulder, candy cane between his lips which he pulled it out.
“Don’t touch yourself, Blainey. Santa’s still got a little something for ya.” A wide hand swept down Blaine’s velvety back and flipped up his skirt. “Get this wet for me,” Santa-Daddy said as he slid the sticky shaft of peppermint candy into Blaine's sloppy hole. He pumped in a few times and told Kurt to open up.
Kurt hummed as the sopping candy cane was slipped into his waiting mouth. His eyes sparkled as Blaine concentrated on watching his lips pucker as he sucked on it. Suddenly Blaine gasped as a plug was pushed inside him.
“Time to get this show on the road. Let’s go home. I’ve got plans for my dirty lil’ elves.” Santa-Daddy first helped Blaine off the desk and waited until he’d smoothed down his dress, then offered his hands to Kurt to get down off the desk safely in stilettos.
***
Part 2>>
Pairings: Burt/Kurt/Blaine
Warnings: Incest, Slut Shaming, Cross Dressing, D/S dynamics (Burt fancies himself a Dom as usual), come play and inappropriate use of a candy cane.
Summary: A continuation of the Such Good Boys verse with the Hummels’ first Christmas together with Blaine. Santa-Daddy!Burt has two little helpers ready to be transformed into dirty elves for the night.
***
Blaine settled into his chair at the table for the usual Friday night dinner at the Hummel house, only this Friday was the last one before Christmas that Blaine would be here for.
“So you’re going away for Christmas then?” Mr Hummel asked.
“Yeah. We’re flying out to spend the holiday with my brother in L.A.”
“So, you’re not even going to have a white Christmas this year, Blaine? What about out the caroling we were going to do with the New Directions? What about ice skating and hot chocolate? And kisses under the mistletoe?” Kurt grumbled.
“Mmm, nope. Guess I can’t join in this year. It sucks. Sorry, Kurt.”
Kurt plonked himself on Blaine’s lap and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “It does suck. I was looking forward to some of those kisses with my best friend this year.”
“When are you boys gonna exchange gifts?”
“Um, it’ll have to be on Thursday. I can probably come over and spend the night because we fly out on Friday afternoon.”
“Alrighty, I’ll have something special for you both as well and we can make a real night of it.”
“Oh?” Kurt cheered at his father’s nod and kissed Blaine on the mouth in celebration.
***
“Kurt, do the rounds and make sure the workshop is locked, would you? Blaine, bring in the sign off the sidewalk and lock the front door.”
“Okay, Daddy,” Kurt sung as he and Blaine raced off to complete their respective tasks. They met at the front door while Blaine locked it and flipped the Open sign to Closed in the window.
“What do you think he’s got planned for us?” Blaine wondered aloud. Kurt shrugged and laughed.
“I don’t know but last year he stripped me and ate dessert off my body.” Blaine’s eyebrows shot skyward as he pictured it. “What? It tickled mostly but it was kinda messy. Oh hey! Mistletoe! C’mere, Blainey,” Kurt called out excitedly, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s neck and shoulders. “Merry Christmas, Blaine,” he whispered and ducked his head to land a sweet kiss on Blaine’s parted lips. He immediately pressed in, hungry for more of a taste, his tongue skimming across Kurt’s as he angled his head to deepen the kiss. “Mmm, you always taste so good, Blainey,” Kurt mumbled as they broke apart. Blaine simply smiled and squeezed at Kurt’s waist as he leaned in for a lingering chaste kiss.
“Merry Christmas, Kurt,” he said breathlessly.
***
They stumbled through the office door, pushing each other playfully as they each tried to slap the other’s butt with Kurt managing to get in a good swat, his hand landing heavily to make Blaine yelp.
“Hey, no! I’m not on the Naughty List this year,” he whined, rubbing his butt cheek.
“I believe I’m in charge of who’s on which list there, Blainey,” Mr Hummel chuckled from his desk chair. Both boys stared at the older man as he spun around to face them, naked except for red silk boxers and a fluffy red Santa hat.
“Daddy?”
“That’s Santa-Daddy to you two.” Blaine grinned stupidly at Kurt who’d spied two brightly wrapped packages on the desk.
“G’on, they’re for you. Blaine’s one has the green paper and yours is the red one, baby,” Santa-Daddy offered as Kurt dove for his gift. The loud rustling of ripping paper revealed a wide flat box, which Kurt promptly pulled the lid off of while Blaine dug his way through the tissue paper in his box and gasped.
“I need a couple of boys to be Santa’s little helpers. Are you up for the task, kid?”
Blaine pulled out a pair red and white striped thigh high stockings with a surprised look on his face. Putting them aside, his hands landed on a lacy red g-string and he held them up to show Kurt. The last two items in Blaine’s box were a dark green Santa hat that matched a velveteen forest green elvish halterneck dress, complete with tiny bells sewn into the zig-zag hemline. Clearly it had been made for a woman, with cut-outs where breasts were supposed to protrude, but Blaine ran his fingers over the red ribbon piping that curved around the empty breast cups reverently.
He supposed others might see this outfit and think it garish or ridiculous but Mr Hummel had obviously picked this just for him, knowing that the green would offset his hazel eyes, his tiny dusky nipples encircled in red ribbon and white fur just waiting to be bitten and teased, his cock trapped under lace hiding beneath a tiny tinkling dress that would hug his narrow waist. Blaine found himself surprised, both by the gift and how beautiful he found it. “Thank you, Santa,” he breathed out sweetly.
“Will you try it on for me, Blainey?”
“Yessir,” he replied dreamily.
Kurt waited until Blaine stripped before he went through his own box. His first discovery was also stockings, a pair of white knee highs followed by a simple white mesh g-string. A red Santa hat came next, before he found a white striped bikini top covered with a large red velvet bow. Setting it aside, he handled the last item delicately as a tiny red velvet and white tulle tutu was revealed.
“Wow! Thank you, Daddy,” Kurt grinned, knowing he was going to look super sexy in the outfit, especially with the way his bare ass was going to be peeking out from under the ruffles. He started to pull of his clothes immediately in a race to try the new outfit on.
“One last present for you two little helpers,” Santa-Daddy groaned as he leaned down and pulled out the two shoes boxes that had been hidden beneath his desk. “One for you.” His tone lilted as he handed a box to Blaine. “And one for you.” He handed the other to Kurt.
Blaine ripped through the wrapping to find a pair of ruby red sequinned ballet flats that he eagerly pulled on to his stocking clad feet.
Kurt on the other hand found a pair of red patent leather stilettos that had a six inch heel. He looked at his father questioningly.
“It’ll be okay, Kurtie. You’ve had some practice since last year. I just didn’t want Blainey to break any bones before his holiday. That would be a little difficult to explain to his parents.”
Kurt continued to get dressed, sitting down on the couch to pull on the pumps. High heels made him nervous. Last year when he’d made dinner in nothing but a frilly apron and stilettos he’d almost knocked himself out on the bench top while his Daddy fucked him from behind. His heels had skidded across the floor forcing him to practically do the splits while still impaled on his father’s cock. Kurt had enjoyed sitting in Santa-Daddy’s lap afterwards though, being fucked slowly while naked and writhing in front of the fire, slouching and sweaty as they sipped champagne and sucked on strawberries later.
“C’mon now, lemme look at you,” Santa-Daddy requested. Blaine straightened up and sauntered over to the older man. Santa-Daddy whistled as Blaine did a quick twirl, the bells tinkling as he spun. “You make such a pretty lil’ helper there, Blainey. So sexy…” he trailed off as he ran his fingers up and down the soft fabric covering Blaine’s torso.
“Santa, you’ll jingle my bells, won’t you?” Blaine said in a husky voice.
“Oh ho ho. I think you’re a naughty lil’ elf, Blainey.” Santa-Daddy chuckled as his hand drifted under the dress to cup Blaine’s lace clad package. Blaine leaned into the touch, back arching as he quickly hardened beneath the lacy underwear.
“Mmm, I think you have a present for me under there, don’t you?” Santa-Daddy teased as he adjusted Blaine’s cock to lie at an upward angle, poking over top on the panties allowing the waistband rub against his cockhead. “C’mere an’ sit on Santa-Daddy’s lap for a minute while we watch Kurtie over here tidy up for us, hmm?” Blaine eased himself onto Santa’s lap to face the room and leaned back against Santa-Daddy’s back, feeling the older man’s stiff cock trapped behind him. “Look at my little boy, Blainey. Look at those long legs…fuck.”
Kurt smirked to himself as he collected all the discarded clothing, making sure to bend and stretch as much as possible.
Santa-Daddy’s hands stopped running over Blaine’s velvety tummy and started to tweak at his small nipples until the meaty little nubs were red and swollen, making him writhe against the older man’s cock.
Kurt piled the clothing on the couch and then bent over to fold each item, exposing his creamy cheeks to his two favorite men. He took his time, knowing that his Daddy would be teasing Blaine as he got all worked up. Finally when the pile was done, he relocated the folded clothes to the filing cabinet so they would be out of the way.
Santa-Daddy slid one hand down to rub along Blaine’s velvet covered dick that bulged out of his panties while the thumb of his other hand rubbed along Blaine’s bottom lip.
“Isn’t Kurtie the hottest little slut you’ve ever seen?” he whispered as his thumb coaxed Blaine's mouth open. “He’s so good to his Daddy every year and he’s definitely made it onto the Nice list this time because he found me the best present I could ever ask for…” he paused as Blaine made a questioning noise while he sucked on Santa’s thumb, “That’s right! He found you and you’ve been the sweetest and best lil’ helper I’ve ever met, other than my baby boy, of course.” Santa-Daddy’s thumb popped out of Blaine’s mouth as the honeyed words rolled around in his head. He gasped as the moist thumb swiped across the newly exposed head of his hard cock and he groaned in satisfaction as Santa-Daddy rubbed the crown between his thumb and fingers.
Kurt scooped up all the wrapping paper and boxes, making sure to get all the little bits off the floor, even crawling to get the scraps that had floated under the couch before popping the mess into the bin and dusting his knees and skirt off.
“It’s time to tell Santa-Daddy what you want, Blainey,” the gruff voice in his ear said.
“I wanna….I want…Santa!” Blaine whined as Santa-Daddy’s fingers slipped off his dick and pushed his legs wide while more fingers pressed down against his entrance. “Hooo, I want Santa to fuck me.”
“You want Santa-Daddy?”
“Mmm, please Santa-Daddy. I want your cock,” he asked, dazed as he made eye contact with Kurt who, he realized, had a hand up under his skirt touching himself. “Should Santa-Daddy fuck me, Kurtie?” he asked, widening his legs and pulling at his own nipples as a damp fingertip pushed in and swirled around the rim teasingly. “Should he, Kurt? D’you want to see Santa-Daddy fuck me?”
All eyes fell on Kurt, standing tall in the tiny top and skirt while he toyed with his dick under the bunched up ruffles. He licked his lips as Blaine’s eyes flickered with pleasure. “He has such a dirty mouth, Santa-Daddy, maybe I should fill it.” Santa-Daddy chuckled as he slipped his finger back into Blaine’s ass.
“Get me the lube and a candy cane from the drawer, Kurtie.” Kurt sauntered over to the desk drawer and pulled out the lube and a finger-thick 5 inch long stick of peppermint.
“Suck on it, Kurtie. Get it wet and sticky, baby,” Santa-Daddy suggested and he pushed his chair back further from the desk, allowing Kurt room to kneel in front of them. His eyes darkened as his son toyed with the candy, letting his tongue slide along half of the length and twist around it playfully.
Kurt pulled off the stick with a showy pop and slid it into Blaine’s mouth to suck on then leaned in to smack sticky kisses along the inside of the spread boy’s inner thighs. He dragged the thong aside and fluttered his minty tongue along the sensitive skin over and under his balls, giggling as the skin tightened up under his teasing touches. Twisting the head of his father’s silk covered thick cock that was protruding between his friend’s cheeks, he leaned in closer to suck each of Blaine’s nuts separately and then together, rolling his tongue around each one.
Blaine shivered as the alternating cool mint tongue and warm mouth drove him crazy. He wriggled on Santa-Daddy’s lap trying to get more of his friend’s mouth on him. He let Santa-Daddy’s strong hands ease him further down his lap, hooking under his knees and spreading him wide for his best friend to lick at his rim intently. Blaine sucked harder on the candy cane and whimpered softly as Kurt’s tongue dipped inside of him.
“Open him up, baby,” Santa-Daddy ordered.
Kurt twisted his tongue, pushing as much saliva inside as he could then pulled back and slipped a finger inside while he reached for the lube. Slick fingers pushed back in, corkscrewing endlessly as he stretched Blaine.
***
“Ohhhh, S-Santa. Fuuuck,” Blaine sighed, his head dropping back against the older man’s shoulder. Santa-Daddy groaned as he eased Blaine up and down on his cock and leaned back in his desk chair.
“Yeahhh. Ride Daddy’s cock, Blainey.” Kurt whimpered from his seat on the desk directly in front of them as he was paid no attention. His flushed pink cock stood upright between the ruffles of his skirt and he wiggled around to get some sensation on it. “Don’t touch it, Kurtie,” Santa-Daddy warned. “You know what happens to bad little boys.” Kurt pouted around the thick candy cane he was sucking on and sat on his hands while he waited impatiently. “Lean forward, Blainey. Put him out of his misery. Such a spoiled little elf,” he muttered.
Blaine pulled his legs together and shifted forward a little so he could reach Kurt with his mouth. As his lips closed around the shiny tip of Kurt’s cock, Santa-Daddy gripped his hips and started fucking him intently. He hummed loudly which made Kurt groan as his hands shot out from under his thighs to grip Blaine’s curls. His steady murmuring was replaced by the slapping of skin behind him. A loud moan followed and Blaine was pulled back as Santa-Daddy unloaded inside him.
“Good boy, baby,” Santa-Daddy mumbled as he caught his breath. “Now you show Kurt what a good little helper you are.” Blaine was pushed off the softening cock and he lurched toward Kurt’s outstretched hand as Kurt yanked the candy from his mouth and discarded it on the desk. He lunged forward to capture Kurt’s lips in a searing kiss, his tongue licking at the inside of Kurt’s lips.
“Need you, Blainey,” Kurt whined as he grabbed at his velvet clad hips. Blaine hitched his leg up and pulled himself up on to the desk to straddle his best friend.
“God, stay there,” Santa-Daddy demanded. “Fucking leaking,” he groaned and pushed a thumb into Blaine's loosened asshole. “Such a dirty little helper,” he muttered and pulled Blaine’s cheeks apart to watch a dribble of cum work its way out and trickle down Blaine’s ball sack. “So fuckin’ dirty.” Santa-Daddy leaned in and swiped his tongue up the wrinkly skin of Blaine’s sack, collecting cum and pushing it back inside with the point of his tongue.
“Oh god!” Blaine cried out and clung onto Kurt. When Santa-Daddy released him, Blaine reached behind him to keep Kurt’s cock steady as he sank down on it. The wrinkles of satin and tulle scratched at his inner thighs as he settled in his lap. “C’mon, Kurt, fuck me. Fill me up.” Kurt huffed and fumbled to get a grip on each ass cheek, making the bells on the dress jingle. He gave up that plan and simply took hold of Blaine's waist, pushed him down to take as much cock as possible and held him steady as they ground against each other. They panted into the other’s mouths as they worked their bodies together.
“Blaine. Blaine. Uh!” Kurt whimpered helplessly and bucked up as he came. Behind Blaine came a wet sucking sound as Santa-Daddy hooked his chin over Blaine’s shoulder, candy cane between his lips which he pulled it out.
“Don’t touch yourself, Blainey. Santa’s still got a little something for ya.” A wide hand swept down Blaine’s velvety back and flipped up his skirt. “Get this wet for me,” Santa-Daddy said as he slid the sticky shaft of peppermint candy into Blaine's sloppy hole. He pumped in a few times and told Kurt to open up.
Kurt hummed as the sopping candy cane was slipped into his waiting mouth. His eyes sparkled as Blaine concentrated on watching his lips pucker as he sucked on it. Suddenly Blaine gasped as a plug was pushed inside him.
“Time to get this show on the road. Let’s go home. I’ve got plans for my dirty lil’ elves.” Santa-Daddy first helped Blaine off the desk and waited until he’d smoothed down his dress, then offered his hands to Kurt to get down off the desk safely in stilettos.
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