Blaine looked up from the book he was reading and glanced to his left at the man sitting there. He smiled at Kurt, his eyes crinkling – showing his age despite the youthful glint in his eyes. “I don’t doubt that, considering you were barely five,” he said, stressing the word as he closed his book and put it down on the sofa next to him.

Kurt scoffed and playfully smacked him in the center of his chest. Blaine laughed and pushed his reading glasses back up his nose. “You bit me,” he said with a small chuckle. Kurt laughed and shook his head, gently shoving Blaine’s shoulder. “I did not,” he said indignantly.

“Yes you did. Children weren’t my usual patients but Burt was a friend so he brought you in and you sat in the chair, your arms crossed, glaring at me. It took me 20 minutes to coax you to open your mouth and when I finally got you to and started to examine your teeth you chomped right down on my fingers,” Blaine said, smiling brightly over at Kurt.

A slight blush rose up to the apple of Kurt’s cheeks but he laughed it off before scooting closer to Blaine, putting his lips to Blaine’s ear. “You don’t have any trouble coaxing me to open my mouth now, do you?” he asked in a low, sultry voice, a hand sliding down Blaine’s chest.

Blaine shivered and licked his lips slowly before grinning slyly. “No, I don’t. In fact, I’m pretty sure I can usually just tell you to do it and you do, no questions asked,” Blaine said with a teasing lilt to his tone.

Kurt hummed lowly in the back of his throat and slid his lips down the side of Blaine’s neck, slowly sucking light red marks as he went. “So tell me,” he mumbled against the column of Blaine’s neck as his hand came to rest over the growing bulge in Blaine’s slacks. Blaine groaned and lifted a hand to gently cup Kurt’s jaw to lift his head enough to press their lips together.

“Why don’t you put that mouth to better use, little boy,” Blaine murmured against Kurt’s lips, nipping at the bottom one.

With a small laugh, Kurt pulled back and licked his lips slowly. “I think I can do that,” he said as he slipped off the couch and settled on his knees between Blaine’s legs. Kurt hummed softly and laid his hands on Blaine’s knees before pushing them slowly up his thighs. His fingers made quick work of the button and zip of Blaine’s slacks. He grinned and leaned in as he pushed the sides of the closure open and lowered his head to mouth wetly at the hard line of Blaine’s cock through his boxers.

Blaine let out a slow breath and let the fingers of his right hand slide into Kurt’s hair to rest against the back of his head. “C’mon, baby,” he encouraged, lifting his hips a little to get more friction. Kurt lifted his head and blinked up at Blaine with wide eyes. “Daddy, hold still,” he reprimanded with a grin.

Kurt’s fingers tucked into the waist of Blaine’s pants and boxers and tugged on them to get them down, Blaine lifting his hips to help. Kurt licked his lips as Blaine’s cock slapped against his stomach. He reached up and quickly undid the buttons of Blaine’s shirt. He pushed it open and grinned to himself before leaning in and licking a stripe from the base of Blaine’s cock to the tip.

He wrapped a hand around the base of Blaine’s cock and circled his lips around the head; his tongue swirled lazily around the tip. Kurt moaned lowly in the back of his throat as the taste of Blaine’s pre-come hit his tongue.

Kurt’s lips tightened around Blaine’s cock as he slowly started to bob his head up and down, taking more in with each down stroke. He hummed around Blaine and let his tongue trace patterns along the underside of Blaine’s dick, making Blaine tighten his hand in Kurt’s hair as he started to breathe harshly. “Oh, god. Oh fuck. You’re so – ahh – fucking good, baby,” Blaine babbled as he started to help guide Kurt’s head.

Blaine could feel a burning in his gut and a tingly reach the base of his spine at how willing Kurt as to just let Blaine use him – his mouth. He gasped loudly, feeling Kurt’s tongue press into that spot just under the head of his cock. His hand tightened further in Kurt’s hair and pulled him back until his lips left Blaine’s cock with a lewd, wet popping sound.

Kurt whined through red, swollen lips and tried to get back to Blaine’s cock but Blaine made a small tutting noise and shook his head. Blaine wrapped a hand around his own dick and started to stoke himself slowly. “Do you want Daddy to come on that pretty little face of yours?” Blaine asked in a rough voice, his dark eyes locked on Kurt’s. Kurt licked his lips impatiently but nodded eagerly. “Please, Daddy,” he whispered, his hands gripping tightly to Blaine’s knees.

Blaine grinned and let out a small breathless laugh. “I bet you’d come just from that. You’re such a little comeslut, baby,” he murmured, feeling the muscles in his stomach tighten as his orgasm approached rapidly.

Whimpering, Kurt nodded and scooted a little closer between Blaine’s spread legs. “Your comeslut, Daddy. All yours, only ever yours,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving Blaine’s hand on his cock. Blaine groaned loudly into the room as he increased the speed of his hand. “Open your mouth for me, baby. Stick out your tongue a little – just like that – you’re such a good boy for me,” Blaine encouraged as his head dropped back and his body went taut and he started to come.

Eyes wide open, head tilted slightly, tongue out – Kurt felt most of Blaine’s come land on his tongue, some shooting off to hit high on his cheekbone or land on his upper lip. Kurt dropped a hand down from Blaine’s knee and pressed his palm roughly over his own hard cock in his jeans a few times before he stilled and came with a silent cry.

Blaine lifted his head and blinked down at Kurt and groaned a little, taking in his red flushed face and shining patches of come on his skin. Blaine reached out to wipe some off of Kurt’s cheek with his thumb before pressing the thumb past Kurt’s lips and into his mouth. Kurt hummed happily and sucked the digit clean. Blaine removed his thumb and blinked down at Kurt with a small breathless laugh.

“You’re a dirty old man,” Kurt said with a grin, his tongue flicking out to lick at the come dribbling from his upper lip. Blaine groaned at the sight and let out a breathless laugh. “Yes, yes I am,” he said, threading his fingers in the back of Kurt’s head. Kurt pushed himself up off of the ground and straddled himself over Blaine’s lap, ignoring the sticky mess in his pants. “Mm, but you’re my dirty old man,” Kurt chuckled, kissing him.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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A few days later Kurt is curled up next to Blaine on Santana’s couch as a few of their friends unwind after a long day of work at her apartment. Rachel makes a comment about how she should be going since she has an early audition in the morning and Blaine hummed softly. “We should probably get going too. I’ve got patients at 8 tomorrow,” he said, running a hand down Kurt’s back.

Kurt lifted his gaze and smiled at Blaine softly. “Hey, you know how we always stay at your place?” Kurt started, resting an elbow on Blaine’s shoulder and letting his fingers brush over a silver streaked temple. “I was thinking maybe tonight we could stay at mine.”

Blaine pursed his lips thoughtfully and hummed a little. “I don’t know… I don’t have my jammies,” he said with a smirk. Kurt rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Well maybe you don’t need ‘em,” he murmured, leaning close and looking at Blaine with a matching smirk.

“Damn, Hummel,” Puck said with a laugh from where he was relaxing in an armchair.

Kurt looked over his should and glared at him. “Shut up, I’m happy,” he said as he – very maturely – stuck out his tongue at him. Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt quickly before the two of them stood up and Blaine reached for Kurt’s coat that was resting over the back of the couch. Brittany watched them with a wide smile before clapping her hands together.

“Oh this is so nice,” she said with a happy sigh. “You know… out of all the guys Kurt has been with-“

“And there have been a lot,” Santana added with a smirk.

Brittany nodded, “A lot, a lot. I like you the best.”

Blaine chuckled and nodded a little. “Well thank you, Brittany. That’s very sweet,” he said, helping Kurt into his jacket. “Did you hear that? She likes me best,” Blaine said in a hushed voice into Kurt’s ear, “And apparently there have been a lot.”

Kurt laughed nervously and waved a hand through the air as Blaine put on his own jacket. “Not a lot… Brittany’s kidding. Brittany’s crazy,” he said, reaching for Blaine’s arm and leading him out of Santana’s apartment.

They walked together quietly for a few blocks until Blaine slipped an arm around Kurt’s middle. “So, how many?” he asked, looking over with a grin. Kurt groaned and dropped his head forward to stare at the sidewalk. “It’s not that many, really. I told you, there is a reason I call Santana Satan,” he grumbled. Blaine laughed and pulled Kurt tighter to his side.

“Well it has to have been a few if she felt the need to say a lot,” he said in an even tone, looking at Kurt with neutral eyes.

They reached Kurt’s apartment building and headed up the stairs together as Kurt groaned and bit hit bottom lip. “It wasn’t that many guys,” Kurt said as he got to the door and unlocked it. “I mean, if you take into account how many guys there actually are in the world… it’s a very small percentage,” Kurt tried to reason as he walked into the apartment.

“Hey, it’s not that big of a deal,” Blaine said with a smile as he started to take off his coat, “I was just curious.” Kurt sighed and sat himself up on his kitchen counter and looked at Blaine. He licked his lips and placed his hands on his thighs. “Before I tell you, why don’t you tell me how many guys you’ve been with?” Kurt suggested with a small smile.

“Alright,” Blaine pressed his lips together and nodded as he thought for a moment, “Two.”

Kurt’s face contorted into an expression caught between shock and confusion. “Two. Two?” he repeated. “How is that possible? I mean… have you seen you?” Kurt asked, waving his arms out and gesturing to Blaine’s whole self.

Blaine shrugged and sighed a little. “What can I say? I was with Andrew for more than 25 years; he was my high school sweet heart. And then you: that’s two,” he said with a small smile.

Kurt forced a smile and nodded. “Two it is,” he said with fake enthusiasm. “Okay… time for bed, I’m gonna go brush my teeth,” Kurt said, slapping his hands on his thighs and sliding off the counter before heading towards the bathroom. “Oh come on now. It’s your turn,” Blaine called after Kurt as he shut the bathroom door. Blaine sighed and leaned against the wall next to the door. “You know, I don’t need the actual number, just a ballpark.”

The door opened and Kurt stared at him, toothbrush in hand. “Okay, it is definitely less than a ballpark,” he said before going back inside and shutting the door behind him. Blaine nodded and sighed before turning and heading into Kurt’s bedroom to wait for him. He stood in front of Kurt’s bookshelf and looked at the pictures he had in frames there.

Most were of people he didn’t know, or had only met in passing, but he smiled to himself at the pictures of younger Kurt. The Kurt he knew a long time ago, the shy yet determined young boy who wasn’t going to let anything bring him down.

“Eleven.”

Blaine turned around from looking at a picture of Kurt (he had to be about nine) and Burt, to see Kurt standing in the doorway, nervously wringing his hands. Blaine laughed a little and shook his head. “That’s it? That’s the huge number you were afraid of telling me?” he asked.

Kurt nodded and shrugged as he closed the door and walked over to sit down on the end of his bed. “Well, yeah,” he said, looking up at Blaine, “You’re okay with it?” Blaine smiled and sat down next to Kurt with a small smile on his face. “Of course, honey. You scared me though, you made me think it was like a fleet,” Blaine grinned. Kurt laughed and shook his head as Blaine leaned in to press a kiss against Blaine’s lips before he laid down on his back, staring at the ceiling. Kurt turned and looked at Blaine and licked his lips slowly.

“Okay, so about that two.”

Blaine pushed up on his elbows to look at Kurt with a raised eyebrow. He sighed and sat up straight again to look in Kurt’s eyes. “What about my two?” he asked. Kurt sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck, “Well, it just seems like a really small number.”

Nodding, Blaine made a motion with his hands for Kurt to continue, “Right, and?”

“I don’t know. Don’t you have a lot of wild oats to sew? …Or is that what you’re doing with me? Oh, my god am I an oat?” Kurt asked, standing up and looking down at Blaine with a frantic look in his eye. Blaine shook his head quickly and standing up. “Oh, honey, no. You’re not an oat. I guess I’m just… not an oat guy. I’ve only slept with men I’ve been in love with.”

Kurt stopped and blinked at Blaine, “But you’ve only slept with two people.”

Blaine took a deep breath and nodded as he took a step closer to Kurt and looked him in the eye, “Right.” Kurt let out a slow breath and felt his eyes water a little. “Wow,” he breathed, licking his lips and staring back at Blaine, “Oh wow.”

He looked at Blaine and noticed a slightly worried expression on his face. Kurt stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck. “You know I love you too right?” Kurt asked, feeling his heart jump against his ribs knowing this was the first time he uttered those words aloud.

“Now, I do,” Blaine smiled brightly and leaned in to press their lips together in a heated kiss.

Their lips moved effortlessly together and Kurt hummed in his throat as he opened his mouth slightly to allow Blaine’s tongue entrance. Their bodies pressed closer together until they were flush against one another. Kurt pulled out of the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked at Blaine with a smile on his face. He lifted a hand and brushed the backs of his fingers over Blaine’s scratchy evening stubble and over the lines beside his eye before sliding his hand up to thread his fingers into his silver streaked curls.

“I love you,” Kurt murmured with a smile.

Blaine chuckled and wrapped his arms securely round Kurt’s middle, his thumbs brushing over the heated skin of Kurt’s sides where his shirt had ridden up. “I love you too,” Blaine smiled, kissing Kurt quickly. Kurt licked his lips and pulled himself out of Blaine’s arms and took a step back, grinning at the lines of confusion making their way onto Blaine’s face.

Kurt’s hands went to the buttons of his shirt and quickly worked them open, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and let it land on the floor. He licked his lips and toed off his shoes and socks, his eyes never leaving Blaine’s. He grinned and started to undo his belt, button, and zipper before turning and climbing up onto his bed. He laid on his back and stared up at Blaine with dark eyes, he grinned as Blaine’s eyes roamed over his chest and settled at the open part on his pants where it was obvious he was lacking any boxers.

Blaine groaned and quickly divested himself of his clothes before crawling up over Kurt. He wasted no time in pulling down Kurt’s pants and tossing them to the floor. Blaine licked his lips and leaned over Kurt to his nightstand to pull out a condom and the bottle of lube – which was now mostly empty. Kurt bit his bottom lip and watched the muscles of Blaine’s torso shift and ripple with every move he made.

Blaine settled back between Kurt’s legs and dropped his gathered items to the bed before gently maneuvering Kurt’s legs to bend at the knee so his feet were planted firmly on the mattress. Blaine grinned and ducked his head to start pressing kisses along the inside of Kurt’s right knee and his inner thigh. He reached the apex of Kurt’s legs and ducked even lower to flick his tongue over one of his balls before sucking it into his mouth.

Kurt gasped loudly and fisted his hands in the sheets beside him as Blaine sucked and laved over the ball before moving to the other. “P-please, Blaine… oh, god. Please, I need you,” Kurt begged, his hips wriggling despite his best attempts to stay still.

Pulling back with a soft pop, Blaine smirked up at Kurt and reached for the lube. The quiet snick of the top opening filled the room and Kurt worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched Blaine pour the liquid out it coat three of his fingers.

“Just relax, baby,” Blaine murmured, two slick fingers gently pressing against Kurt’s puckered hole.

Kurt swallowed hard and licked his lips slowly as he felt Blaine’s fingers slowly circle him and press lightly, but with nowhere near enough pressure to actual breech and enter him. Kurt whined and swiveled his hips, pressing back. Blaine chuckled and lifted his clean hand to rest on Kurt’s hip, his thumb rubbing a small circle of the jutting bone.

When he felt Kurt relax and sink back into the bed, Blaine gently pushed his fingers in. He slowly sunk into Kurt’s tight grip until both of his fingers were completely inside. Kurt whimpered and rolled his hips, trying to get more than he was being given.

Blaine tutted and shook his head.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered as he leaned up to press small kisses up Kurt’s neck. His fingers slowly started to move in and out in shallow strokes, spreading and stretching every few seconds. Kurt whined high in the back of his throat and turned his head enough to capture Blaine’s lips in a kiss. “Please,” he mumbled against Blaine’s lips, nipping at the bottom one. “Please, I need you inside me,” Kurt whimpered.

Blaine chuckled and pulled his lips away to kiss and nip across Kurt’s jaw and down his neck as he slowly worked a third finger into Kurt, making him hum happily in his chest. “Yes,” he whispered, his head thrown back as he started to push his hips back against Blaine’s fingers. Blaine smirked to himself as he sucked a rather impressive bruise to Kurt’s collarbone. He worked his fingers quickly but thoroughly, definitely not wanting to risk hurting Kurt in the slightest. Once he felt the resistance in Kurt’s muscles melt away he sighed in relief and slowly pulled his fingers free.

Kurt sat up on his elbows and watched Blaine rip open the condom wrapper, roll the condom on himself, and slick up his cock with dark, hooded eyes. Kurt licked his lips and wiggled in place. “Are you going to fuck me now?” Kurt asked with an exasperated sigh.

Lifting his gaze, Blaine smirked at Kurt and gently slapped his hip with his clean hand. “You are such a brat sometimes,” he laughed, getting up on his knees. Kurt grinned and nodded. “I am, but you love me,” he said with a happy sigh.

Blaine nodded and leaned up to kiss Kurt firmly. “I do,” he said, easing Kurt back down onto his back. Kurt settled against the pillows and smiled up at Blaine as he watched the older man take his own cock in hand and line it up with Kurt’s stretched opening. He teased the hole a little; grinning at Kurt’s dissatisfied whines, before slowly sinking in.

Kurt’s body pulled him in and he kept pushing until his hips were firmly against Kurt’s ass, Kurt’s bent legs falling open over Blaine’s thighs. Blaine’s hand slid into place at Kurt’s hips as he slowly started to pull out and trust back into Kurt. Kurt keened and tossed his head back as his hands reached over his head to grab hold of his headboard. Blaine bit his bottom lip and watched pink bloom and spread over Kurt’s neck and chest as he continued to fuck into Kurt’s body, slowly picking up his pace.

The thrusts of Blaine’s hips continually transitioned from hard and fast to slow and rolling, never letting Kurt get to comfortable with either – and drawing out the most beautiful noises from his mouth.

Kurt’s right hand released its grasp on his headboard and slid down his body to grasp at his flushed and leaking cock. He hissed but didn’t move his hand, allowing the jarring thrusts of Blaine’s hips to jolt his body up and fuck himself through his hand.

“Oh god, Blaine,” Kurt whined, tossing his head from side to side as Blaine lifted Kurt’s hips enough so his cock hit his prostate. “Make me come – ahh, fuck – please, make me come,” he begged, his hand tightening around his cock as he started to stroke himself faster.

Blaine could feel his orgasm coiling hot and steady in his lower stomach as he continued to fuck into Kurt. His hands tightened around Kurt’s hips and he groaned loudly, leaning forward to press his lips to Kurt’s ear. “You’re so perfect, Kurt. Just made for my cock. And now, you’re gonna come on my cock, so hard you see fucking stars,” Blaine’s hot breath danced across Kurt’s cheek, making him choke back a sob.

Kurt groaned, low and guttural and his whole body tensed and went taut. His hips jerked and his back bowed as he started to come over his hand, stomach, and chest. Blood roared through his ears and his vision went white for a few seconds, his lips moving to form the words “I love you” repeatedly but no sounds came out.

Blaine watched with wide eyes and couldn’t hold himself back any longer. His hips stuttered and the coil in his gut snapped. He thrust once, twice, three more times and stilled, buried to the hilt inside Kurt as he came with a shout, spilling into the condom.

Once his breathing returned to normal, Kurt blinked slowly and pulled his left arm down from the headboard, groaning a little at the strain in his muscles. He looked up at Blaine and smiled, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss as Blaine slowly slipped out of him. Blaine pulled away and tied off the condom before throwing it away in the waste bin by the bed.

Blaine flopped back in the bed and turned his head to the side and grinned at Kurt who was still staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. “You alright there, babe?” Blaine asked, lacing their fingers together. Kurt smiled weakly and nodded as he swallowed hard. “Well done, old man, well done,” he muttered. Blaine let out a small laugh and shook his head.

“Such a brat.”