A/N- With no apologies, this chapter is almost entirely smut. It's not really central to the plot in any way, but we all deserve nice things now and again, don't we? :)
Kurt wakes to the sound of muffled giggling, cracking his eyes open to see Lola's small fingers tracing over Blaine's features, her laughter coming as he makes goofy faces at her.
"When did she arrive?" Kurt murmurs as he stares blearily into a tangle of dark curls.
"About five," Blaine says, voice scratchy from sleep.
"I can't hold you properly," he grumbles, but it's full of fondness as he slings an arm across them both and Lola rolls onto her back and tries to reach her arms around both their necks.
"Nevermind, she's worth it," Blaine smiles, "And at least our legs are becoming intimately acquainted," he says as his foot follows a path up Kurt's calf.
"Hey Lola," Kurt coos, nuzzling into her soft neck as her hands return to Blaine's stubble. "Do you wanna know what daddy really likes? Let me show you..."
Blaine's eyes go wide, then suddenly he yelps as Kurt reaches down to pluck a chest hair before laughing wildly. Seeing his delight, Lola grabs a fistful and pulls, laughing with Kurt and pleased with her performance.
"Ow!" Blaine half shouts, half laughs, pushing himself onto one elbow. "Right. You know what's gonna happen now Lola, don't you? Tickle Monster is coming...for both of you!" he cries, elaborately falling across them and tickling them both, Lola giggling helplessly and Kurt not much better as he feebly tries to bat Blaine's hands away, eventually opting to pull him in for a kiss instead, nipping quickly at his lower lip before pulling Lola close to whisper in her ear.
"Don't worry about the tickle monster Lola, we all know who's really in control here."
The happy atmosphere continues all through breakfast, which Kurt decides should be eaten on a picnic blanket under the dining room table, where they are joined by an assortment of soft toys. By the time Cooper bangs on the door at nine, Lola is so excitable that she launches herself straight into his open arms where she squirms, eager to get going.
"...and then, when she gets tired she likes to be rocked gently. Maybe sing her a little song. Not one of your ditties, a proper lullaby. She doesn't eat peas, she likes bananas but don't leave her alone with the fruit bowl because she'll..." Blaine rambles nervously, checking the contents of the diaper bag for the hundredth time.
"Yes, yes Blaine. I've watched her before, remember?"
"I know, but I just..."
"You worry. I know, we all know. But we'll be fine, won't we princess?" Cooper asks as he bounces her on his hip. "I'm taking you to visit Uncle Finn and Zach, does that sound good?"
At the mention of Zach's name, Lola claps her hands excitedly and starts to wave her goodbyes, anxious to be on her way. "No Rachel?" Kurt asks.
"No, she's got an audition. We're going to meet her for lunch."
"She has an audition?"
"Yes. Didn't she tell you?"
"No...no she didn't," Kurt says, the hurt evident in his voice.
"Oh Kurt, she knows you've been a bit preoccupied. And she only got the call yesterday anyway," Cooper says, reassuring him as best he can.
"Still...I feel like maybe I should call her," Kurt says. "Have a great day Lola, I'll see you later," he says, giving her a kiss as he walks past.
"My Kurrr," Lola calls happily after his retreating back.
"No. MY Kurrr," Blaine says, and Cooper throws his head back and laughs.
"Think you've got a battle on your hands there bro. Anyway, have fun. Do everything I wouldn't do. See you at six."
They depart and Blaine walks into the kitchen to find Kurt sitting on the island, talking on the phone. He makes to leave but Kurt beckons to him, opening his legs so Blaine can slot between them and smooth his palms over Kurt's thighs as he speaks.
"I know, but I love you. And I'm just sad that's all."
"Don't be," Rachel says on the other end of the line, balancing the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she fastens Zach's romper. "Our lives are very different to when we were teenagers Kurt. We had all the time in the world to gossip on the phone, or poke each other over Facebook. Marriage, babies, relationships, they're all wonderful things but they sure get in the way sometimes."
"But you're not mad?"
"Of course not. The only reason I didn't call was because Cooper had already text telling us he saw a very PDA from you and Blaine yesterday, so I figured you'd be busy, and I didn't want to distract from you two talking things through."
"Are you okay with this?"
"I am. We've both been a bit snappy at each other recently Kurt. You've been stressed with all of this and I've been scared I'm going to end up losing either one of you over it. But I get it. I know how much you love him, and Lola."
"They're my everything," Kurt says, unable to resist smiling against Blaine's lips as he kisses him quietly.
"You are totally getting it on while I'm on the phone to you!" Rachel shrieks, "You two never stop!"
"It was just a kiss."
"Uh-huh. Whatever," Rachel huffs, but Kurt knows her well enough to see through it and know she's secretly thrilled for him. He smiles, happy things are back to normal between them.
"Okay, I'm gonna go. Break a leg. And call me as soon as you're done."
"Not a hope in hell, because I may be done but there's no way you two will be. I'll call you tonight, when I know Lola is home."
"Okay," Kurt laughs, "love you."
"Love you too, all three of you."
"Happy?" Blaine asks as Kurt hangs up.
"Yeah...can I...do you mind me saying I love it when people talk about us like we're a family?" he asks, nervously biting his lip.
Tugging him to the edge of the counter, Blaine wraps his arms around his waist and looks up to him. "We are a family, Kurt. I'm glad I've realized it, and I'm glad others are realizing it too. Revel in it as much as you want, because I'm telling you, I am. I might go back to Bloomingdales and find that assistant..."
"You dare!"
"I will if I like. Who's in control here?"
"Me."
"Try again," Blaine says with a grin.
"Sorry. Me and Lola."
"Yes...I heard you telling her that this morning. I'm gonna prove you soooo wrong," Blaine whispers. Lifting Kurt's t-shirt over his head, he takes his time to run his tongue around each nipple, teasing them into stiff peaks before blowing across them softly, making Kurt's breathing quicken as his skin rises with goosebumps.
Kissing a line down his chest, Blaine stops at Kurt's navel, tugging lightly on the waistband, "Are these...sweats?" he teases, dipping his finger below and tracing over his hip bones.
"They're yours," Kurt gasps as Blaine pushes him back so he can suck a dark red hickey onto his side. "I...fuck...I just borrowed them..."
"Hmm, I seem to remember when we were in London, that you told me if I ever saw you in sweats I have your permission to strip you naked," he looks up at him and grins, pulling the drawstring between his teeth, Kurt's whole body lurching with lust at the sight.
"Fucking..."
"Fucking, yes," Blaine interrupts, "There's gonna be a lot of fucking done today. Lift," he commands, and Kurt eagerly complies, lifting his hips for Blaine to tug his sweats and underwear to the floor, leaving him completely naked on the island.
"Here?"
"We can clean," Blaine says, letting his shorts fall to the floor and Kurt groans as he notices he's commando underneath. His dick stands hard and flushed and Blaine strokes himself a few times, watching Kurt run his tongue over his lips as he stares. "Like that do you?"
"Yes," he whispers, voice turning husky with lust, "I love watching you touching yourself, jerking off because of me."
"It's all for you Kurt," he replies. He pushes Kurt backwards until he's lying along the length of the island, drawing his knees up and pulling him closer until his ass rests against the edge of the counter. When he pulls up a stool and sits between his legs, Kurt looks to him.
"What...what are you...?"
"Returning the favor," Blaine says simply.
"But you don't...I mean I've never let anyone..."
"Why not?" he asks with genuine curiosity.
"Because I don't like not being in control."
"Tough shit. Right now I'm in control and you're going to let me do exactly as I please. You are also going to do everything I tell you, and only come when I say you can, clear?"
For a fleeting moment, Blaine wonders if he's pushed too far, and a small internal panic starts to build, but then Kurt's eyes turn blacker than ever, hand moving to grasp his cock as his head falls back onto the counter with a thump. "Holy shit Blaine. This is gonna be hot."
Blaine devours him, literally, leaving angry purple marks littering the inside of his thighs before working his mouth over his balls, taking each one on his mouth and gently sucking, listening to Kurt moan in pleasure and batting his hand away as he tries to stroke himself.
"No touching," he whispers as he places a kiss to his perineum before moving his tongue down to run over his entrance. His tongue slips and slides, opening Kurt up until he can push two fingers in with ease, letting them graze over that bundle of nerves which causes Kurt's knees to tremble.
Clawing at his hair in a desperate attempt to keep from touching himself, Kurt's back arches off the counter as the combination of Blaine's fingers and tongue bring him closer and closer to ecstasy. "Please Blaine! Please!" he cries, unsure of exactly what it is he's begging for but knowing he needs more.
Blaine pulls back, kissing the tip of Kurt's leaking cock briefly. "I could do that all day," he says before licking his palm and running it over himself. Climbing onto the counter, he pushes Kurt further up and settles between his knees, hooking his legs over his own shoulders and grinning down at him. "Don't touch yourself, okay? Scream as loud as you want but no coming until I say so."
"Shit...yes."
"I'm gonna fuck you hard," Blaine grunts, and he does, slamming into Kurt at relentless pace, building up into a frenzy which has Kurt yelling constantly for him to go harder, faster. "Jesus christ Kurt, I love you so...damn...much," Blaine puffs, emphasising each word with another driving thrust. He leans down for a messy kiss, which is mainly tongue and Kurt actually screams as Blaine's cock pushes deeper than ever.
"Please Blaine! Let me come! Please!" Kurt begs as his legs are pushed even nearer to his face as Blaine drives on.
"Not yet...not yet...oh holy fuck!" Blaine cries as he shudders his release into Kurt, who is flushed, trembling and nearing tears of desperation. Wasting no time, Blaine pulls out and jumps down from the counter, bringing his face back to Kurt's hole, stretched, red and glistening with come. Pushing his tongue in as deep as he can, Blaine gathers his come before moving to kiss Kurt deeply, who moans, making sure to swallow around Blaine's tongue.
"Mmm, you taste so good Blaine."
"So do you baby," Blaine says before moving his face lower once more. He begins to stroke Kurt slowly, building him back to full hardness again "Come when you're ready," he whispers, settling onto the stool once more. "Come with my tongue in your ass."
The feeling, sight and sound of Blaine sucking his own come from Kurt's ass, running his tongue as deep as possible and circling his walls, has Kurt trembling within seconds. He holds off as long as possible, tangling his fingers into Blaine's hair rather than around himself as he tries to stave off the inevitable. It rushes upon him, the sudden coiling in his stomach exploding quickly as he comes, cock untouched, all over himself. He walls clench deliciously around Blaine's tongue, who buries his face as deep as possible and moans as he feels himself growing hard again. When Kurt begins to feel over sensitive, he pushes Blaine's face away lightly before falling back hard onto the counter, laughing in disbeleif when Blaine straddles him and licks his come from his stomach.
"Come slut," he manages weakly, pulling his down into a sloppy kiss regardless. "It's all over your chin."
"Lick it off then," Blaine says, grinning wickedly as Kurt does just that.
"Oh my god, you're ready to go again, aren't you?" Kurt asks as he notices Blaine lazily stroking himself.
"Maybe. Well...yeah," comes the smug reply.
"Touch yourself for me then, let me watch you come."
Straddling his chest, Blaine reaches across for the bottle of oil stood on the counter. "It's not chili oil, is it?"
"No," Kurt answers with a laugh. "Regular olive oil, you're good."
Blaine pours some into his hand and makes his cock slick, stroking himself lazily, his dick twitching inches from Kurt's face. "Tell me what you want me to do..."
"Play with yourself. Take your balls in your other hand...yeah...that's it. Shit...okay...Keep stroking your cock but play with your nipples. Tease them for me baby...yes."
Kurt's commands ensure any inhibitions Blaine did have left quickly disperse as he puts on a show for his boyfriend, groaning as he tweaks hard at one nipple, then the other.
"Blaine...could you...do you think you can finger yourself for me?"
"Yeah? Wanna see that do you? Wanna see me opening my ass for you?"
"Holy shit yes," Kurt moans and he can feel his cock growing again at the very thought as Blaine trails one slick finger around to his hole, gasping as he pushes inside. "Don't stop pumping your cock baby, wanna see you come over my face."
Blaine can only moan as his mind fills with delicious mental images. Throwing his head back, he pumps his finger in and out as his fist works over his cock. Kurt finds himself reaching down already, gathering his now hard again cock in his hand and stroking frantically. The room is silent except for the occasional moan and the slip slide sound of their strokes.
"Oh-oh-oh!" Blaine cries and he comes, splashing over Kurt's lips, chin and cheeks. Kurt comes instantly, silently, unable to voice his pleasure but just about managing to open his mouth to capture some of Blaine's offerings before he falls back onto the counter, breathless.
"Oh...my..."
"I can't...I'm never...you're killing me, Hummel. Killing me," Blaine groans as he tangles himself in his arms.
"Me? Fuck Blaine...you're just...something else. All those years of no sex are manifesting themselves in my ass."
Blaine laughs loudly before running a hand delicately over Kurt's cheek and kissing him lightly. "I love you. We need to go shower. Your face is..."
"Hmm...we do. And then we need to clean this kitchen thoroughly."
"I miss my shower," Blaine grumbles as Kurt massages shampoo into his scalp.
"I thought you didn't like your apartment?"
"I don't. But I have an ongoing love affair with my shower."
"Well we can use it tonight of you'd like," Kurt says as he rinses the black curls clean.
"Will you kneel on the floor and suck me off?"
"We can do that now if you want."
"Now?"
"Think you can go again?"
"I'm willing to try."
It turns out he can, and afterwards he staggers to the bedroom where he falls face first onto the covers, and throwing a heavy arm over Kurt they sleep until noon.
Kurt only fully wakes when his balls meet Blaine's ass. Up until that moment he thought he was in a very elaborate and detailed dream, but when he sees Blaine mounted upon him, biting his lip in pleasure as he slowly begins to ride him, he growls low in his throat, gripping his hips tightly as he rises up to meet each of his thrusts. "Kinky bastard," he mutters, still groggy with sleep but becoming more horny by the second.
"You love it," Blaine states as he rides him harder, smoothing his hands over Kurts toned chest and groaning when Kurt grabs his cock.
"I do...fucking hell...I do."
It's not long before they're coming, though there's barely any evidence as their bodies convulse and shudder, leaving them dry and spent. Kurt wraps Blaine in his arms and kisses his forehead sweetly. "I love you. I'm so glad we had today together. I love Lola to pieces, but we needed this."
"I agree. Just because we're parents doesn't mean we need to lose track of our sex lives. Though it does mean we need time to rest and recuperate. I fear I may never walk again," Blaine says with a soft chuckle into Kurt's neck.
Tracing his fingers lightly over Blaine's back, Kurt blinks back tears as he stares at the ceiling. 'We're parents,' he'd said. 'We are parents.' Feeling more complete than he's ever known, Kurt drifts into a contented sleep once more.
A/N- Next update will be Wednesday. (My Wednesday anyway, may be Thursday for some of you.) Thanks for reading.
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