After that day, Kurt didn't see Sebastian that much and when he did, the older boy was almost constantly frowning or moping about. He definitely wasn't in the mood to play. Uncle Nick and Uncle Jeff told him that Sebastian was just have a bad week and that he would feel better soon enough, so don't worry.
Daddy kept him occupied and as heavy snowfalls trapped them indoors, their cuddling sessions grew longer and more intimate. On these private Kurtie-Daddy days, they found it easy to pass the time in snuggling and exchanging kisses. Or when Kurt was feeling brave, gradually intensifying make out sessions.
And then one day, Daddy did something Kurt never expected.
They were cuddling on the couch as usual. Kurt's eyes were trained on the TV, his bedazzled sippy thermos resting in his hands. Daddy sipped his own hot chocolate and every so often, his eyes flickered from the screen to Kurt's mouth. A small line of chocolate bordered his rose pink lips and he smiled. "Baby." He murmured, stroking Kurt's hair.
Kurt almost immediately turned around in his spot on Daddy's lap to look at him. "Yeah?" He studied Daddy's amused expression and frowned in confusion. "What is it?"
"You've got a milk moustache." Daddy chuckled. He sat up a bit, and grinned. "Let me help." He leaned forward and captured Kurt's mouth in a kiss. Daddy sucked the chocolate off of his lip and savored the taste on his tongue. "Delicious."
Kurt, who was just getting the hang of flirty banter giggled shyly and turned away. But not for long as Daddy gently seized his chin and turned him back into another long smooch. Once he was sure Kurt was secure in the lip lock, Daddy's hands drifted around his waist to his back and down towards his bottom. He gave his backside a tight squeeze through the padding and felt Kurt stiffen nervously.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Daddy asked, moving one hand up to rub his back. "You remember the magic word, right?"
Kurt nodded. "Kiwi." He mumbled. It was the word he and Daddy had thought of and Daddy said it was a magic word that he could say when he was scared and Daddy would make him feel better.
"And I won't get upset at you, remember? Daddy loves his Kurtie-Pie and he wants his baby happy, right?" Daddy asked. Kurt nodded silently so Daddy bounced him a little on his lap. "Right?" He grinned, tickling his ribs.
Kurt giggled and squirmed, nodding quickly. "Yeah!"
"Good…such a good little boy." Daddy smiled, leaning in for another kiss. Kurt returned the gesture, eager to please Daddy. He had come to like the sensation of Daddy's lips pressed tight against his. And the way his strong arms curled around him more passionate than being cradled, but so full of love. He felt like Daddy would never ever let him go.
They kissed. Kurt opened his mouth like Daddy had showed him and let his tongue slip into his mouth. He tasted like chocolate and mocha. Kurt figured he tasted like chocolate and marshmallows and maybe sometimes Cheerios. At first having Daddy's tongue in his mouth had been weird and uncomfortable, but Daddy had made it fun by playing games with him.
"Ready, baby?" Daddy asked.
Kurt grinned and nodded excitedly, the blindfold shifting a bit on his face. He felt Daddy adjust it and kiss his cheek.
"Okay, sweetheart. Guess the flavor." There was a moment of silence while Daddy bit into something and then his firm, warm lips were suddenly pressed against Kurt's soft, nervous ones. He slowly began to knead the flesh there with his own mouth and after a couple of seconds, Kurt hesitantly opened his mouth, signifying to Daddy that he was ready to guess.
Daddy responded by loosening his own jaw and allowing Kurt's tongue to roam around his mouth, searching for the mysterious taste that remained present on his breath.
Kurt gave it five more seconds before pulling away with a knowing grin. "Nutella."
Daddy laughed and nodded. "You've gotten good at this."
They also touched. These touches were different than cuddles and more involved than diaper changes. Sometimes Daddy touched his bottom. He rubbed it or patted it or squeezed it, especially when they were kissing. He also touched his tummy and his chest, which tickled sometimes. Other times it felt really good to have Daddy's warm hands rubbing over his delicate skin. Kurt touched Daddy too, though not as much as Daddy touched him. Daddy would show him good touches like his back and his chest and his neck.
Sometimes Daddy even licked. He licked his neck and his face and behind his ears, but Kurt's favorite place to be licked was his chest because when Daddy ran his tongue over his rose colored nipples, a nice-feeling spark shot through his body straight down to his willy and even though he knew that wasn't supposed to happen, he couldn't help enjoying it.
And speaking of his willy, Daddy was starting to become much more interested in it. Whenever Daddy did any touching or kissing or licking, he always wanted to know how Kurt's willy felt. Most of the time it felt good, and Kurt loved that his Daddy was so concerned about his feelings.
"Roll over, honey. Daddy's going to try something new. How do you feel about that?" Daddy asked.
Once settled on his back, Kurt looked up at him and nodded, resting his hands on his tummy. "What are you gonna do?"
"You'll see. Now remember the magic word, okay? And if you don't like it then Daddy will stop and we'll have a snack." The older man smiled. "Ready?"
Kurt nodded again and watched as Daddy leaned over him with a hand resting next to Kurt's head to prop himself up. He slowly leaned down and pressed a kiss to the small boy's lips. After a few moments of chaste kisses, Daddy straddled Kurt's thighs and moved his lips down to his jaw, his ears, his neck, and his collarbone while running his hands through his soft brown hair. Kurt responded to the touches eagerly, having come to love Daddy's kisses and captured Daddy's mouth in a kiss once more. As he opened his mouth, he felt Daddy's hand slip under his shirt and moved over the expanse of his baby soft stomach. Kurt made a noise of content and writhed a little beneath Daddy, encouraging the man to push up his shirt and turn his attention to the flat expanse of Kurt's chest.
"Daddy." Kurt gasped, jerking a little when he felt the man's wet tongue flick over one of the sensitive buds.
"You doing okay, sweetheart?" Daddy replied, blowing gently over the area.
Kurt whimpered with delight at the sensitivity and wriggled beneath him. Then, there were a bunch of nice feelings in his willy again. It felt good, but also really needy and he bucked up involuntarily, making Daddy laugh.
"My baby likes that, huh?" He grinned. "Well then he'll love this."
Kurt glanced up and watched curiously as Daddy tugged his shorts down below his knees. He pressed one hand against the crotch of his diaper like he usually did to check for wetness, but instead of squeezing, this time he rubbed it up against his groin. At first Kurt didn't really like it, but the continuing friction of padding against his willy brought it completely to attention.
"Daddy, s'too tight." He whimpered.
"Your diapey?" Daddy asked for confirmation. "That's okay, I can fix that."
And then Daddy was removing his diaper completely and Kurt gasped in surprise, partly because his willy was standing up on its own and mostly because Daddy was actually letting him lie on uncovered furniture without and sort of protection.
"Don't worry, Kurt. This is going to feel really good, I promise." Daddy assured him. With one hand he rubbed the inside of his thigh comfortingly, willing Kurt's breath to remain even. Then he extended his right hand and wrapped it firmly around the base of the boy's swollen red cock. Daddy swallowed nervously and with a bit of an unsteady hand, he began to pump it up and down.
Kurt immediately cried out at the sensation and let his head fall back with pleasure. Daddy, feeling a bit more confident in his ministrations, began to move faster and grip the member just a bit tighter. He rubbed his thumb over Kurt's leaking head and brought his other hand to play with his hairless testicles. The whole thing lasted less than a minute before Kurt was whining and crying out. A white, sticky substance familiar to Blaine only in theory came spurting from the head of Kurt's cock to rest on his hands, his lap, and Kurt's stomach.
Daddy was quiet for a moment as he milked the rest of it from Kurt's penis and glance up at his baby. "You alright sweetheart?"
Kurt looked up at him with an embarrassed blush and nodded.
"Yeah? Did you like it?" He smiled, encouraging Kurt to relax.
"Weird…but good." Kurt admitted bashfully.
"Good? Really good?" Daddy asked, his grin widening when Kurt gave another shy nod.
"Then I'm glad." Daddy smiled, leaning over to grab a baby wipe from under the coffee table. Once Kurt was cleaned and secured in his diaper, Daddy washed up and joined him on the couch for a cuddling session.