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works/3293678.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Kurt_Hummel, Blaine_Anderson
  Additional Tags:
      Boypussy, Boypussy_Kurt, Older_Blaine, Older_Man/Younger_Man, Underage
      Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Teacher_Blaine, Teacher-Student
      Relationship, Squirting
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-05 Words: 2058
****** Blaine lifting Kurt up while he's going down ******
by heavenorspace
Summary
     All of their fantasies have stayed inside their heads, until they
     find themselves trapped in a school elevator together one evening.
     Kurt is about to awkwardly bring up his essay on Hamlet, when Mr.
     Anderson’s hands are on his face and low on his hip and his tongue is
     inside Kurt’s breathless mouth.
(Start with this post on my tumblr, especially the gif used.)
Kurt’s knees threatened to give out under the force of Mr. Anderson’s kiss. It
was so dizzyingly unlike any first kiss Kurt had imagined having with a boy,
let alone a 43 year-old man. And a teacher. A teacher he had been crushing on
for three years. Whose large hands were cupping his cheek and gripping the
exposed flesh between Kurt’s top and low-rise jeans.
Blaine pulled away when the nymph in his hands began to squeak and tremble for
air. He took in the boy’s red lips and pink cheeks with satisfaction, dropping
both hands to stroke the smooth flat stomach. He loved how tall and slim Kurt
had grown over the past two years, like a beautiful fawn gliding prettily
around the school after being a fumbling - albeit adorable - colt for so many
years.
"Do you know how crazy you’ve made the male faculty in this school, Kurt?" he
growled, popping the button on Kurt’s fly. "Have you noticed all the boys in
your classes hiding their erections under textbooks when you wear these tight
jeans?"
Kurt shivered and his hands instinctively flew to stop his teacher’s hands in
their progress with his zipper. He felt certain that by now the entire school
must know about him. Mr. Anderson was present at all of the sports days held
over the years and would definitely have seen Kurt in the skimpy black shorts
required by their Phys Ed teacher. But the slight uncertainty made him shy.
"Sir, I don’t think you realize…I doubt you will know that I-I…"
He was silenced by another kiss. This one was somehow even dirtier than the
first, with a twist and depth that left a sting of teeth against Kurt’s lower
lip. He heard himself sigh and whine into it as a broad warm hand slipped
beneath the waist of his panties to cup around him.
"Do I know that you’ve got a sweet pussy right here? Of course I do, honey," he
slipped a finger up between the folds where Kurt was scorching hot and a little
wet. "We’ve only got a little while until people start looking for us, but if
you want to have the best fuck of your young life then I would love to do the
honors."
Kurt’s cheeks stained with a deeper crimson and his lashes fanned down against
his cheeks in embarrassment. “I um. I’ve never actually. You know. Done
anything with anyone else. Especially that.”
Blaine groaned deep in his chest. “Oh christ. Nothing? None of the boys in the
locker room has ever asked to touch it before?”
"I don’t really give them the chance. My dad tells me to change in the bathroom
stalls. I guess…that’s probably why?"
The innocence in Kurt’s blue eyes was too erotic for Blaine to bear. He yanked
at Kurt’s jeans and panties until they slipped past the high curve of the boy’s
ass. Dropping to his knees and gripping the firm cheeks in both hands, he
stared directly at the modest lips between Kurt’s thighs. They were slim and
held tight together, like a bud waiting for just the right time to bloom open.
Kurt’s breath hitched in his throat as his teacher leaned forward and pressed
an open mouth to his pussy. The warmth was almost soothing and the muscle of
tongue pressing rhythmically between his lips sent rushes of heat all through
his body. Gripping the handrail behind him he let himself sag and melt against
Mr. Anderson’s greedy mouth eating him out.
Just when it felt like the kind of rush Kurt brought himself to every night in
the bath, Mr. Anderson pulled away and stood up. He replaced his mouth with
fingers that now slipped into the opening of his pussy almost effortlessly.
"Kurt," came a stern voice. Kurt opened his eyes at the command and looked into
Blaine’s dark eyes. "I want you to watch what I’m doing, okay kiddo? If
anything doesn’t feel right just let me know. I want you to feel nothing but
good."
Feeling a little more reassured by the return of Mr. Anderson’s ‘teacher
voice’, Kurt nodded and looked down to where the hand disappeared between his
thighs that were still pressed tight together in his rolled-down jeans. It felt
even more intense like that, his teacher’s big fingers forcing his skin apart
and his own wetness slicking him all over. His small, sensitive clit received
tantalizing pressure on every pass.
There was a sudden change in angle and two added fingers. Kurt yelped but
pushed down where he felt a dull intense pleasure deep inside. His eyes widened
as Mr. Anderson worked his own fly open one-handed and reached down his right
leg to grasp and pull out a thick, heavy erection. It grew even more as he
worked it and one thick vein swelled from between the cut of his hips, through
a dark thatch of black hair, down to the start of his cock. Kurt could feel
himself opening even more as he imagined being stuffed and impaled helplessly
on all of it.
Once Blaine had breached the boy enough to get really deep, he dropped to his
knees and sought out the clit with his tongue. It was still tucked away
demurely but he managed to uncover it. Kurt gurgled and jumped at the jolt of
pleasure and angled his hips to allow Blaine easier access. Now he could suck
and lick the boy to right where he wanted him.
Kurt felt the fingers inside crook and twist until they were almost pulling
toward the dull, deep place that made him want to pee. The wet suction was kind
of gross to hear but Mr. Anderson’s face was twisted in pain-pleasure as he
pumped himself with his other hand. Kurt felt like his insides were swelling
and blisteringly hot as his pussy muscles twitched and began to push out.
As a wave of pleasure pushed through him and he began to squirt, Mr. Anderson
suddenly stood up, pulled his hand out and gripped underneath Kurt’s knees. He
had to scrabble to hold himself up as his feet swiftly left the ground and he
was held half-suspended with his pussy squirting against Mr. Anderson’s shirt
and trousers.
Hitching Kurt’s calves against his shoulder, Blaine used one hand to aim the
fleshy head of his dick against the boy’s sopping pussy. He slipped past
initial resistance and tightness with one piercing cry from Kurt, and the rest
of him was welcomed deep and and hot and fast. His hips pounded at full speed,
balls tight and heavy where his primal urge told him to fill Kurt with himself
and own him.
Kurt felt a dizzying rush of orgasm while he was still squirting and shaking as
his teacher’s cock pressed against him everywhere inside at once. It was even
better than the sucking and the fingers pressing because this was Mr. Anderson
actually inside his own body. They were joined together: Kurt opening and
taking it, Mr. Anderson pounding and giving. When he thought of his teacher
filling him with his seed, of putting a baby inside him for Kurt to grow, he
started to come. Legs jerking where they were pressed tight into Blaine’s arm,
his own arms shaking where he was partly holding himself up, his body seemed to
magically open deep into his insides and tried dragging the dick in even
farther.
Blaine barked out a triumphant yell and felt himself swell to take up the heat
welcoming him. Crushing himself into Kurt and bending the boy almost in half,
he forced himself balls deep and thrust so that he was pressing past thick,
plush resistance at Kurt’s core. It was dizzying having this tall, fair saucy
creature helpless and bent bodily on Blaine’s dick. Kurt, who wore his cool
confidence as a layer of armor against bullies and nasty, horny teenage boys,
now panting and tugging him closer. As if he could get any closer without
breaking the kid in two.
"Fuck. I’ve gotta come. Kurt…." He loosened his grip in a gesture of pulling
out, if Kurt wanted.
Kurt gave a helpless little moan and a frantic shake of the head, clumsily
taking his arms away from the handrail to wrap around Blaine’s shoulders. They
frantically clung to one another, Kurt’s face tucked into Blaine’s neck and
panting out sweet, hot breaths.
Rolling Kurt’s body onto him and letting his hips do all the work, Blaine was
coming thick and fast before he knew it. There was no room but up and inside
for each pulse to go, but the sheer volume mixed with Kurt’s own come trickled
out and sprayed wetly where he was still thrusting. For long moments the air
was thick with the smell of sex, the sound of Kurt whining high and soft, and
Blaine’s desperate guttural moans.
They remained locked together as Blaine continued to pump until he was dry and
spent. Kurt’s lush heat and sweet, idle kisses on his neck kept Blaine hard
well past his usual duration after blowing his load. Kurt’s legs and hips had
to be aching, so as soon as Blaine felt himself soften a little he began to
pull out.
This seemed to pain Kurt in a way that none of the sex had and he fussed
uncomfortably at the feeling of Blaine leaving his body. As soon as the head
was free, Blaine lowered the boy’s long legs to the ground.
Kurt wobbled uncertainly in Blaine’s arms. He both loved and hated the hot
wetness gushing down his thighs. He loved how much his teacher’s body had
wanted to fill him, and loved the feeling of Blaine making him so messy and
covered in his come. But he hated losing any of it. His eyes fell on the still
massive, slightly flaccid cock hanging against Blaine’s trousers and was greedy
for it all over again.
Blaine huffed a laugh at the boy’s obvious train of thought, and squeezed down
his own length one more time just to show off and milk a little leftover come
out.
"Come on, honey. Can’t have help arrive with us looking like this, can we?"
Kurt positively pouted and flounced over having to get properly dressed again
and Blaine had to mostly do the work himself. There was nothing to be done
about the fug of come in the air, or the come seeping through both of their
underwear. But at least they could feign respectability and simply deny the
rest.
Within minutes of pressing the red comms button a janitor arrived and helped
them pry open the doors, revealing that they were only a few inches off from
where the elevator needed to land anyway.
"The doors are programmed not to open if it’s a certain height off the
landing," the janitor explained, eyeing them both with deep suspicion. "Can’t
imagine between the two of you, you couldn’t have pried the doors open without
me though."
His suspicion turned to surprise when Blaine pressed a crisp note into his hand
and turned it into a handshake.
"Guess it needed the magic touch, I suppose?" Blaine said with an edge to his
voice that made Kurt both proud and a little afraid.
The janitor’s eyes widened at the numbers on the note and he grinned
pleasantly.
"Guess it sure did, Mr. Anderson! You two have a good afternoon now!" He turned
away, whistling and taping across the doors of the elevator.
Blaine turned to Kurt and slid an arm around the boy’s waist, walking them both
to the closest exit.
He leaned close to Kurt’s ear and murmured “What do you say we go to my place
and make use of my very efficient washer and dryer, Kurt? I’ve got a great
kitchen too, in case you’re hungry. My TV is state of the art, in case you felt
like trash-talking some reality shows. And my bedroom…well that’s just in case
you get so cozy that you don’t even want to leave. How does that sound?”
Kurt giggled and leaned into the firmness of Blaine’s body. It felt warm and
safe and familiar already.
"Throw some pizzas and cupcakes into the deal and I’m sold, mister."
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