Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. It was a real pleasure to write Kurt and Dave so happy and fulfilled with their life together.
This will be the last full chapter, then I have an epilogue planned. It will be hard to say goodbye to my Kurtofsky SIYT couple again, along with their babies and friends, but I know that if I miss them too much I can always write another sequel, right?
Oh, and btw, I caved and have a tumblr now. Thefirstmrshummel . tumblr . com Apparently, resistance really IS futile. XD
The doorbell rang promptly at six pm. Five minutes prior, Harmony had gotten a familiar, uncomfortable look on her face, quickly followed by an extremely relieved one. Within seconds, the smell hit Dave, who as always marveled at this daughter's timing. "Kurt!" yelled Dave. "Can you get the door? Kinda dealing with a bit of a shit explosion at the moment."
He saw Kurt glide by the nursery door with Melody in his arms. "On my way."
Dave looked down at his eight month old daughter on the changing table, waving her legs and smiling brightly. His irritation melted away in an instant. "Look at what a mess you made," he said in a high voice, grinning back. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to keep me and your daddy from leaving." Harmony looked at him like she understood exactly what he'd said, and gurgled back a wordless answer. "What's that?" said Dave. "You don't want us to go?" He cleaned her off with a wipe from the warmer, disposing of it and the diaper efficiently into the Diaper Genie. He grabbed a fresh diaper and fastened it on Harmony, kissing her belly button and then blowing a raspberry on her tummy. She laughed delightedly, putting her small hands on the sides of Dave's face. He straightened and began to button her lavender cotton sleeper back up. "Can I tell you a secret?" he whispered. "I sort of wish we didn't have to leave either."
He picked Harmony up off of the table, cuddling her close. "But this is a big night for your daddies. See, when you and Melody were just born, our fifth wedding anniversary came around. We didn't care about doing anything to celebrate it, because were too busy and happy taking care of you guys. But we promised each other that when you were a little bigger, we would go out and celebrate it, just the two of us." He looked at the nursery door, hearing voices come in from the living room. "I don't know what your daddy has planned for us, but he says it going to be amazing, and he's been excited about it for weeks. So even though I kind of wish I could just stay home with you, I'm curious to see what he's got up his sleeve. You know your daddy, he never does anything halfway." He kissed the top of her head and headed down the stairs to the living room.
Kurt was standing near the doorway, handing Melody off to Becca with a smile. The baby eagerly reached out to her, and Dave wondered, and not for the first time, if his daughters had some residual memory of Becca's voice from when they were in the womb. She was certainly one of their favorite people, not that either twin was slow to warm up to people. They often joked that Kurt had definitely passed along his sociability to the girls. Becca took Melody, clad in a yellow nightgown with a gathered bottom, into her arms. Brian was standing next to her, and he caught sight of Dave and Harmony. "There's the other half," he said. "Well, both other halves, I guess."
Dave drew nearer, watching as Harmony lit up with recognition and reached for Brian. Aside from their fathers, they knew Becca and Brian best, and always seemed to love being around them. Dave felt the hesitation about leaving the girls for the first time start to fade just a little. He handed Harmony over. "You're in luck, dude," he said. "I just changed a nuclear bomb-level diaper on this one. She might get wet tonight, but you'll be spared the worst from her, at least." Dave looked over at Melody, raising an eyebrow. "She hasn't pooped since lunch. So I make no promises about that one."
"I spend a good portion of my day transferring human organs from dry ice coolers into abdominal cavities," said Brian dryly . "Something tells me a poopy diaper isn't going freak me out too badly. Stop trying to scare us off."
Dave blushed, not realizing he'd been so obvious. "I need to get my jacket," he said. He'd taken it off to change the diaper and accidentally left it upstairs.
"I'll get it for you," said Kurt, brushing a kiss on his cheek as he passed.
Dave was left with Becca and Brian, looking at him with identical knowing expressions. "What?" said Dave, feeling self-conscious.
"Stop being such a worry wart," said Becca. "It's a few hours. You've already got them ready for bed for us, even." She paused to inhale the sweet scent of baby shampoo. "Go have fun with your husband. This is your first date in eight months, try to enjoy it."
Dave shuffled his feet. "I know, it's just…they can be-"
"Adorable?" said Becca, cutting him off. "Fun? Absolutely gorgeous?" She tickled Melody under her arm, resulting in one of those sweet baby belly-laughs that Dave loved to hear.
"A handful, I was going to say," said Dave. "They crawl all over the place, and they're faster than you'd think. I caught Harmony trying to go up the stairs the other day when my back was turned for just a minute. She made it to the third stair before I got her."
"Well, it's a good thing there's two of us, then," replied Becca. At his still concerned expression, she sighed. "Dave, come on. I carried these two inside me for nine months. If you can't trust me and Brian to watch them, who can you trust?"
"I know, I know," he said, chagrined. He did trust them, it was just hard when so much of his life revolved around caring for the twins. Kurt was, of course, very loving and protective; but unlike Dave, he was used to being away from them for hours and a stretch and knowing they were safe.
Kurt returned with Dave's jacket over his arm. He helped him into it, smoothing out the shoulders of the lightly pinstriped grey Hugo Boss suit. Kurt had suggested he pair it with a periwinkle blue shirt and striped tie, and as usual his fashion instincts were right on the money. Dave looked beyond hot, and Kurt glowed at the idea of carrying out his planned evening on the arm of such a handsome specimen. "You look incredible," Kurt said, his green eyes heating. "Everyone's going to be so jealous of me tonight."
"You don't look so bad yourself, Fancy," said Dave. Kurt's slim figure was expertly turned out in a navy blue Valentino suit, with a light pink shirt and slate blue tie. His hair was impeccably styled, and his pale skin almost shimmered. Dave doubted anyone would spare him a glance with someone as beautiful as Kurt next to him.
"Good God," said Becca. "Are you two going to get going, or are you just going to stand here and eat each other up with your eyes all night long? If it wasn't so cute, it'd be sickening."
Dave was saved from responding with a playfully sarcastic comment by the ringing of their doorbell. "Who the hell could that be?" he asked.
"Gee, I don't know," said Kurt, slipping past him to the door. Dave didn't miss the gleam of excitement in his eyes. What in the world is he up to? thought Dave.
Kurt pulled the door open. Standing on the other side was a man wearing a black suit, gloves and cap. "Mr. Hummel?" he said. "I'm Scott from Metropolitan Limousine. Your car is ready, whenever you and Mr. Karofsky are ready to depart." He tipped his hat to Kurt and his gaping husband, and retreated back outside.
"You got a limo?" said Dave, stunned.
"Of course not," said Kurt, thoroughly enjoying Dave's surprise. "Just a car and driver. They were supposed to send the red Mercedes Benz S-Class, I hope they got it right."
"Kurt…" Dave began.
"I do a lot of business with them," Kurt said. "I got a really sweet deal, I promise. And this way, we don't have to worry about who needs to be the designated driver, right?"
"Well," said Becca, "don't keep the poor guy waiting out there at the curb. Say goodnight to your little girls, and I swear if anything happens, we'll call."
Kurt went over to Brian and Harmony, kissing her cheek. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Be a good girl for Uncle Brian and Aunt Becca, okay? Daddy loves you, so much."
"Da da! Da dah da!" squealed Harmony, happily.
"That's right, your daddies are going to have so much fun tonight," said Kurt back to her. "And so are you two. Dave, stop gawking and come kiss our babies good night."
Shaking himself out of a daze, Dave turned to Becca and embraced her and Melody together. "G'night, sweet Melody. I'll miss you, but I know you're in good hands. Try not to be too crazypants." He kissed his daughter, then gave Becca a light buss on the cheek. "Thanks, Becca. For everything."
"Anytime," she said, trying to get Melody to wave. "Now finish your goodbyes and get the heck out of here." Kurt and Dave switched places, so that both girls had been properly kissed goodnight by their fathers.
Kurt took Dave's arm. "Come on handsome," he said. "Our chariot awaits." Finally out the door, they walked down to the curb, where the red Mercedes Kurt had mentioned sat idling. The driver opened the back door as they approached, and Kurt and Dave took one more look back towards their house. Brian and Becca stood on the porch holding the twins, encouraging them to wave and blow kisses.
Dave felt his throat tighten a little, looking away so Kurt wouldn't see. He didn't want to ruin anything, especially since Kurt had obviously gone to great lengths to make tonight special. It was just…hard, to let go. He felt Kurt's hand slip into his own, and cleared his throat, forcing a smile. But when he looked up, he was stunned to see the sheen of tears in Kurt's eyes. "Hey," Dave said softly. "Don't be like that. They'll be fine."
"I know they will," sniffed Kurt. "I'm not so sure about us, though."
Dave laughed, wrapping his arm around Kurt. "I dunno, babe," he said. "I was hoping you had something planned that might take our minds off of how much we'll miss them." He gestured at the beautifully streamlined sports car. "This is a pretty nice start, I have to say. Makes me wonder what other surprises you've got in store for me."
Kurt brushed under his eyes with the backs of his fingers. "Always with the right words at the right time," he said, reaching up his neck to kiss Dave's lips briefly, smiling. "I love that about you."
They turned and climbed into the car, the driver shutting the door quietly behind them. Dave relaxed onto the butter-soft leather seats, putting his arm around Kurt, who laid his head on his broad shoulder. "Scott," Kurt said, "you have our destination, right?"
"Absolutely, Mr. Hummel," Scott replied. "We should be there in about twenty-five minutes."
"Perfect," said Kurt, snuggling further into Dave's arm. He brought his hand to Dave's tie and played with the ends, tipping his face up. "Wanna make out 'till we get there?" he asked.
"But the driver…" whipered Dave, looking at the back of Scott's head.
"Scott, you don't mind if we make out back here, do you?" asked Kurt, ignoring Dave's horrified shushes.
"Not at all sir," Scott said cheerfully. "Happens all the time. Just pretend I'm not here."
Kurt looked at Dave. "I'm a wedding planner, sweetheart. I have more stories about what goes on in the back of limos than RuPaul has wigs." He lowered his voice. "I can guarantee you that Scott up there has seen way more shocking things, than a married couple sucking face on their fifth wedding anniversary."
"But-" started Dave, only to be interrupted by Kurt planting his lips on his open mouth. Quite easily, he was distracted by the slide of Kurt's tongue, and the nibbling of his lips. The ride to wherever the hell they were going went by quickly, and in no time, their necking was interrupted by Scott.
"We're coming upon our destination, gentlemen," he said.
Kurt and Dave broke apart, smiling. They helped straighten each other's hair and clothing, managing to slip in another couple of kisses along the way. They were finally looking presentable again, when the car came to a stop. "Close your eyes," Kurt said to Dave, as Scott got out of the car to open the door.
"Seriously?" Dave said, laughing a little.
"C'mon, humor me," said Kurt. "I really want you to get the full effect of the surprise. Please?"
"Whatever you want," said Dave, obediently closing his eyes. He heard the car door open, and felt Kurt slide away from him. Dave held out his hand and Kurt grasped it, guiding him out of the car. When he was finally standing up, Kurt took his shoulders and gently turned him to face a different direction.
"Okay, Dave," he said, excitedly. "You can open your eyes." Kurt watched, pleased as could be, as Dave opened his eyes and stared. His jaw dropped at the wall of glass and metal in front of him, topped with an enormous sign identifying their destination. Trump International Hotel and Tower, it read.
"Holy shit," Dave breathed. He'd driven past the luxury hotel a few times, but never been inside it. He knew Kurt had, though. Several of Sheer Elegance's wealthiest clients had had their weddings at the Trump Hotel.
"We have reservations at Sixteen," said Kurt, referring to the hotel's Michelin star restaurant. "Surprised?"
"Uh, yeah," said Dave, wide-eyed. They hadn't been someplace without a children's menu since before the twins were born. And even before that, they ate mostly at smaller restaurants and bistros. Dining at Sixteen was an extravagance, like nothing they'd done since the night after they'd become engaged, when they splurged on dinner at L20 in Lincoln Park.
"Excellent!" said Kurt, taking Dave's arm and guiding him into the lobby. They moved through the spacious room and into a zebrawood paneled elevator, pressing the button for the sixteenth floor. When they got there, the doors opened to reveal a passageway with huge, floor-to-ceiling wine racks behind glass on either side. They walked a short distance and finally came to the entrance of Sixteen, where they approached the Maître D's station.
"Can I help you?" asked the tuxedoed man.
"We have a reservation for two, under Karofsky-Hummel," said Kurt smoothly. "We should be in the River Room?"
"Ah yes," said the Maître D, making a mark in his book. "Welcome to Sixteen." He turned to a black-suited hostess beside him. "Julie will show you to your table." In a quieter voice, he addressed the hostess. "They're at table twenty-two." Kurt and Dave followed Julie through the restaurant, and Dave tried not to gawk like some kind of rube. He was married to one of the most sophisticated, urbane men he'd ever met, and had come a long way from when he considered Breadstix in Lima as the height of fine dining. Still, the restaurant was eye-poppingly opulent, and he couldn't help goggling a bit.
Julie sat the two men at a table right near the window, treating them to a breathtaking view of the Chicago River, and further away, Navy Pier. She told them their server would be along in a moment, and left after wishing them a lovely dinner and happy anniversary. Once she was gone, Dave turned to Kurt, who was resting his chin on his hand and grinning from ear to ear. "Kurt," Dave said lovingly. "This is really over the top. You didn't need to go all out like this. I'm home watching Law and Order marathons and eating leftovers for lunch every day. I'd have been happy with something even a hundred times less extravagant, you know."
"I know," Kurt responded, taking his hand off his face and linking it with Dave's on the crisp white tablecloth. "But you deserve the best. I get told all the time that I do a great job at what I do. The brides tell me, the vendors I work with, my employees…" At Dave's look, he amended with a chuckle, "With the exception of Darlene, of course. But my point is, I don't have to look far to feel like all my hard work is appreciated. But you, Dave? You're an unsung hero. No one's there to tell you how fantastic you are at the million things a day you do to take care of Harmony and Melody. It gets taken for granted, even by me sometimes. But you're doing the most important job on the planet, as far as I'm concerned – raising our children. You're brilliant at it, and if you don't think that makes you deserve the best fifth anniversary celebration someone with my connections can put together, you're nuts."
"Wow," said Dave, blinking away the moisture in his eyes at Kurt's heartfelt words. "I guess maybe I take it for granted too. It doesn't seem like such a big deal to me, most of the time. They're my babies, so I take care of them. End of story." He squeezed Kurt's hand. "Or apparently, not. So thank you, Kurt, for saying that. For feeling it. And now, if you like, I'll allow you to spoil me all you want."
"It'll be my pleasure," said Kurt, with a heated glint in his eyes that made Dave feel a little warm.
He was going to say something back, but noticed was interrupted by movement beside him. Their server had arrived, along with a short haired, attractive woman holding two filled champagne flutes. "Good evening, gentlemen," said the waiter. "My name is Carl, and I'll be serving you this evening, along with my associates Susan and Greg. This is Rachael Lowe, our sommelier." He indicated the woman next to him, who brought over the glasses and placed them in front of the couple.
"I understand this is your anniversary?" she said. At Kurt's nod, she continued. "Congratulations. To start you out, we have two glasses of 2002 Veuve Clicquot Gold Label Reserve." Dave tried to keep his eyebrows from flying up; knowing wine as he did, he was well aware that a bottle of that kind of champagne went for around three hundred dollars.
Karl stepped forward with two small plates, each holding a large white spoon. "This evening's amuse bouche is a chilled avocado soup with kumquat, jalapeño and mint." He placed the dishes in front of Dave and Kurt, who oohed and ahhed over the beautiful presentation and wonderful smell. "Enjoy, gentlemen," he said, then departed behind Rachael.
Kurt plucked his flute off the table. "I'd like to make a toast," he said. "To my husband, who is everything I could have ever hoped for. The best spouse, the best father, and the best lover that anyone could have."
Dave raised his glass and tapped it against Kurt's. "I could make a toast too, but I'd probably just say the same thing. Happy anniversary, Kurt. I love you."
"And I love you," replied Kurt, putting his glass down and pulling his hand reluctantly away. "We'd better eat these, while they're still at the right temperature." They each downed the contents of the spoon, nearly moaning as the mild coolness of the avocado, the heat of the jalapeño and the tartness of the kumquat exploded on their tongues.
"God, that was awesome," said Dave. A thought occurred to him. "Hey, we didn't get menus."
"No need for them," answered Kurt, as their dishes were discreetly taken away. "We're having the five course tasting menu. Three different dishes for each course, with separate wine pairings."
"Kurt," said Dave, ready to balk again at the indulgence. But as the appetizer course arrived (caviar two ways, yellowfin tuna tartare and Foie Gras with a blueberry compote; to be consumed with the champagne they'd already been served), he stopped himself. He said he'd let Kurt spoil him, and he was a man of his word. He smiled. "This is wonderful. Thank you again, for bringing me here, for setting this all up."
"You're welcome," said Kurt. "Shall we eat?"
The food tasted as incredible as it looked, and every course seemed to just get better and better. The wines were perfectly chosen and poured. And the staff was attentive without being suffocating. All in all, it was the best meal they'd ever had, and one they knew they'd remember forever. They were lingering over the dessert course (a Maralumi milk chocolate parfait, Greek yogurt panna cotta, and grapefruit-tequila sorbet, all served with a luscious ruby port wine), when Kurt pulled a small object out of the inside pocket of his jacket. He placed it in front of Dave. It was a box, tastefully wrapped in silver paper with a creamy satin ribbon.
"For me?" said Dave. He'd already given Kurt his present earlier at their house. A few weeks before, Dave had arranged for Zoe, Sheer Elegance's photographer, to come over and shoot him and the girls. The result was a beautifully framed portrait of Dave lying on the floor in jeans and a black button-down shirt. Harmony was sitting in front of him holding a silk daisy, and Melody was draped over Dave's hip, smiling directly into the camera. Kurt loved it, and couldn't wait to hang it in his office the very next day. Kurt nodded, with a sly smile, so Dave opened the gift carefully. He lifted the lid, and sitting in a velvet base was a plastic card with the hotel's logo on it. "What's this?" he asked.
Kurt leaned forward, eyes hot and voice low. "It's a key, for one of the Tower rooms."
"We're spending the night?" Dave asked, hesitantly. Even though he appreciated the gesture, he wasn't sure he was comfortable with leaving the twins overnight on their first real date since becoming parents.
"Of course not," said Kurt. "I don't want to spend a whole night away from the girls just yet. I think we'll be able to do it eventually, but we'll have to work our way up to it."
"So the room is just for…" Dave trailed off, finally getting the picture.
"Mmm hmm," hummed Kurt. "A nice, private room. If they set it up how I requested, it'll be a corner one, with an unoccupied room on the other side." Under the table, he rubbed his foot against the back of Dave's calf. "What do you say to a couple of hours with almost zero chance of being interrupted, Mr. Karofsky?"
"Would it be gauche of me to say, 'check, please?'" asked Dave.
Kurt snorted with laughter. "A little, yeah. But unnecessary, as it turns out. They already know to put the dinner on the room, with a twenty percent tip. Finish your port, and we can head up to the forty-third floor."
Dave complied, and within minutes he and Kurt were back in the elevator. Being the only ones in it, Dave took advantage of the idle time by pressing Kurt up against the wall and kissing his brains out. They we both flushed by the time the doors opened, and were grateful no one was standing there waiting for the elevator. Holding hands, they made their way to the very end of the hallway, where Kurt slipped the card into the door and opened it. The room was as luxe as Dave had imagined, with a huge king sized bed, gorgeous furnishings, and an enormous window with a spectacular view of the city. The was a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket with two flutes next to the window, along with what he recognized as Kurt's leather tote bag.
"We're going to call home first," said Kurt. "Make sure everything's going okay. Because once we start, I don't want to stop for any reason. I want every part of you all to myself tonight." He pressed a kiss to Dave's lips, trailing his tongue along his bottom lip before biting into it gently. "Why don't you open the champagne, while I do that?"
By the time Kurt had gotten Becca on the phone, Dave had the wine poured into the glasses and was heading back to him. The twins were still up, but everything was going perfectly fine. Becca obligingly held the phone up to each baby, and Kurt put his phone on speaker so they could both hear Harmony and Melody's excited babbling. They both said goodnight to their daughters, and to Becca and Brian, then Kurt disconnected the call. He took a glass from Dave and clinked it against his husband's. "To us," he said simply.
Dave began to harden slightly at the dark, molten look in Kurt's eyes. "To us," he agreed, and they both downed their drinks in a few fast gulps. They looked at each other for a long, hot moment, letting the tension build a little further. Kurt broke first, throwing his free arm around Dave and attacking his lips. They stumbled back towards the window, unseeingly trying to find the table to discard their flutes on. Finally managing it without breaking anything, their hands were free and they started pulling at each other's clothes desperately. It didn't take long before they were both down to their underwear; Kurt in dark red Calvin Klein briefs and Dave in black, soft jersey boxers. Wanting to draw things out in a way they didn't really have the opportunity for at home, Kurt made no move to remove either, instead taking Dave's hand and tugging him towards the bed. They climbed on, and spent a few blissful moments kissing and rubbing against each other. "Tell me, Kurt," said Dave raspily, after taking a moment to catch his breath. "Did you think about this a lot, while you were planning tonight? What it would be like, when you finally got me alone in this room?"
"God, yes," gasped Kurt. "Thought about it so much."
"Like when?" Dave said teasingly. "Maybe in the shower, in the morning? What did you do then, huh? Did you touch yourself? Jerk your hard cock, thinking about how much you wished it were my hand?"
"I did," said Kurt, breathing fast and eyes widened almost innocently.
"Show me," said Dave, slipping Kurt's briefs off and leaving him nude on the brown silk bedspread. "Show me how you did it." Kurt's hand eagerly reached for his erection, stroking the hard length up and down firmly. The contrast of Kurt's pearly skin against the dark bedding was an enticing sight, and Dave drank it in. "Did you think about how we'd do it? Who would top? I love that about us, you know. That you love to fuck me, just as much as you love to be fucked. I feel the same way, baby. Love to fill you up with my cock, but I love you filling me with yours, too." Kurt moaned, and Dave saw a bead of pre-come appear at the tip of Kurt's cock. "You're getting close, Kurt. Which way do you want it tonight? Fill, or be filled?"
Surprisingly, Kurt stopped stroking and laughed shakily. "Sometimes I think you can actually read my mind," he said, to Dave's puzzlement. "I want it both ways, Dave." He brought his hands to Dave's cheeks and kissed him. "Why don't you take off your shorts, and I'll show you what I mean." He then got off the bed, padding over to where his bag was and bringing it over. As Dave slipped his boxers off, Kurt pulled out some of the provisions he'd packed and had messengered to the hotel that morning. A bottle of lube and condoms, of course. But he also extracted a brand new item, one he'd purchased specifically for tonight.
He slid onto the bed and handed the flared latex object to Dave. "Another present for me?" said Dave, playfully. "Oooh! It's a butt plug. Really, sweetie, you shouldn't have."
"It's more for me," said Kurt, "at least tonight. I thought maybe you could work this big plug inside of me, and I could have it in the whole time I'm fucking you." He paused, raising an eyebrow. "It's a little different than any of the ones we've used before though."
"How so?" asked Dave, intrigued.
"It's…interactive," said Kurt, flipping the plug upside down and showing him the button on the bottom. He thumbed it, and the plug began to vibrate strongly. Once he'd seen that Dave understood, he clicked it off. "That's your button now," he said. "Even though I'm going to be fucking you into that mattress until there's a Dave-shaped impression in it, you get to decide when I get to feel that inside me. You like?"
Dave plucked the plug from Kurt's hand, smiling devilishly. "I like very much," he said. "Lay back, Kurt." While his husband did exactly as instructed, Dave grabbed the lube, squirting a generous amount of it on the toy. He pushed Kurt's knees apart and brought the bluntly pointed tip of the plug to Kurt's entrance, rubbing in gentle circles. "Now, how did you say that button works again?" he said, then pressed down on the base. Kurt moaned as he felt the vibrations along the sensitive rim. "Riiiight," said Dave. "Like that." He started to work the plug in, turning the vibrations off and on at will, and leaving Kurt a writhing, disheveled mess. When he got to the widest part of the plug – which was quite large indeed, at least two and a half inches across – he held it in place, stretching Kurt to his limit and enjoying his responsive cries at the near painful burn.
"Dave, it's…oh God!", Kurt keened. Neither he nor Dave had touched his cock, but he was hard as marble regardless.
"Too much?" asked Dave, chuckling a little at how Kurt shook his head rapidly. "How about this, then?" He turned the plug on, and Kurt went a little crazy, thrusting violently with his hips and forcing the plug the rest of the way in. Dave turned the toy off, giving Kurt a moment to recover.
"Fuck, Dave," Kurt gasped. "Thought I was going to come for a minute. I think that's enough for me for now, or this will be over any moment."
"Does that mean it's my turn?" said Dave. "Time for me to be all stretched out and stuffed full?"
"Oh, you'll get what's coming to you," Kurt said, calming a bit and breathing a little slower. He got to his knees and reached over for the lube, hissing as the plug moved inside him. Dave moved to lay beneath him on the bed, as Kurt coated two of his fingers with lubricant and worked them inside his husband's hole. He scissored and separated the digits, fingering Dave open expertly until the larger man was gasping and groaning. Withdrawing his fingers, he grabbed a condom and smoothed it on, adding a dollop of lube. He brought the head of his aching erection to Dave's entrance, then stopped.
"Kuuuuuurt..." Dave breathed out in a pleading moan.
"Do you remember the first time I was ever inside you, Dave?" said Kurt, just barely pressing on the puckered hole.
"Ye...yeah," stammered Dave. It had certainly been memorable, since it was the first time he'd ever bottomed for anyone. It wasn't that he'd been afraid of it before that, or weirded out. But with his two previous lovers, both of whom had been smaller men like Kurt, there was just the presumption that he'd be the one on top. Neither of the relationships, if you could even call them that, had lasted long enough for him to get around to making the request to switch things up.
"You were so nervous, at first," said Kurt in a soft, heated voice. "But so eager, at the same time, wanting my swollen cock inside you. I loved how much you wanted it, wanted me. Trusted me, to be the first person inside your virgin ass." He took Dave's prick in his hand and started to stroke it gently, almost tenderly. "You were so hot, so fucking tight, as I spread you open."
"Unnnnnghh," groaned Dave, the combination of Kurt's ministrations, and his walk down memory lane making him has hot and hard as he could imagine being possible.
Pressing forward, Kurt slid inside Dave's passage, sucking in a breath. When his balls met the curve of Dave's ass, he stopped for a moment. "You still are. So hot, so tight, so perfect. Taking every inch of me, of everything I have to give." With the hand not working Dave's erection, he reached for him and linked their fingers together. Dave opened his eyes, and Kurt began to thrust back and forth into him, silently demanding they keep eye contact. "I love you," he said, undulating against his husband. "A year, five years, twenty years…forever, and I'll always want you this much."
Dave clenched tightly around Kurt's hardness. "Me too, Kurt," he said. "Could never imagine not wanting this…not needing this. You. God, I fucking love you so much."
They lost their words at that point, Kurt beginning to pound into Dave harder, and strengthening his grip on his cock. Dave was getting close, could feel his balls begin to draw up and the slow burn in his lower belly. He reached over Kurt's hip to where he could feel the base of the plug, and pressed it firmly so the tip pressed against his prostate. Kurt's mouth opened in a silent cry, as Dave felt his release boil up inside him. "C…c..oming Kurt! Oh God, oh fuck…come with me baby, please!" With the last bit of sanity he had left, he pressed the button on the bottom of the plug.
"Daaaaaaaaaave!" screamed Kurt, thrusting harder than ever and spilling into the condom uncontrollably. His grip on Dave's erection became so tight it was nearly painful; with one last mighty jerk, Dave came, spurting white ropes of jizz all over the both of them. Kurt collapsed onto him, spent and exhausted. Dave reached around to turn off the toy, then soothingly rubbed Kurt's ass cheeks softly.
After a few minutes, Kurt lifted his head and kissed Dave's lips chastely. "Happy anniversary, Dave," he whispered. He pulled out of his husband, removing the condom and tying it off.
"Happy anniversary, Kurt," murmured Dave back. Gentle fingers reached between Kurt's legs and gingerly, carefully removed the plug. He rubbed his nose against Kurt's in an Eskimo kiss. "I've heard the bathrooms in this place are unbelievable," he said. "Wanna take a shower and check it out with me?"
Thirty minutes later, freshly showered and changed into the comfortable clothes that Kurt had thoughtfully packed for them, Kurt and Dave climbed into the red Mercedes and headed home. They ignored Becca and Brian's pointed looks and barely concealed grins at their different attire, and said their goodnights after thanking the couple profusely for babysitting. They then made their way upstairs and into the nursery, where Harmony and Melody slumbered deeply and peacefully next to each other in the crib. Kurt and Dave put their arms around each other, and watched their babies sleep.
"You know," said Kurt, resting his head on Dave's shoulder. "Theoretically speaking, there must be someone else in the world as happy as us right now. But it's hard to imagine."
Dave brushed his lips against Kurt's hair. "Impossible," he scoffed, smiling broadly.
Sorry for the wait on this chapter, but it would up a little long, which I hope makes up for the tardiness. If you forgive me, and enjoy this chapter, please leave a review! :D
TheFirstMrsHummel has never been to the Trump Hotel or Sixteen, but hopes that her internet research got things somewhat correct. And since Sixteen doesn't have their menu or wine list online (it apparently changes every day), this foodie got her ideas for Dave and Kurt's anniversary meal from the Le Bernardin tasting menu, and Bacchus, where I had the most amazing meal of my life with Mr. TheFirstMrsHummel.