Title: Your Love is Thick, and It Swallowed Me Whole
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt/Finn
Rating: NC17
Includes: mpreg, threesome, sex
Word Count: ~2960
Summary: Despite being in a relationship with the two loves of his life, Kurt has difficulty believing that they really love him. After a night of passion, their lives begin to change.
AN: Title from Alanis Morisette’s “Head over Feet.” Written for![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gleempreg's weekly challenge.
Kurt had always had difficulty believing he was loved.
This shouldn’t be the case. He knew that. And though he’d never say anything, he knew where it came from. In part, from his father. Of course his father was a good man, and he loved him. But after Kurt’s mother had died, showing Kurt how he felt had been difficult, and Burt had felt awkward the longer Kurt had stayed in the closet.
Mostly, though, it had come from the rest of the world. Always looking at him as something disgusting, loathsome, wrong, embarrassing. He’d felt often like it was impossible for anyone to love him. All of him. Sometimes… any of him.
So how he happened to have not one but two dicks up his ass at the moment, he couldn’t really say, but it was happening, by Gaga. And it was glorious.
Blaine’s hand cupped his face, and he smiled at Kurt, rubbing their noses together as he fucked him vigorously from the front. Even in the midst of something that should’ve been part of an online porno, he was gentle and doted on Kurt to a fault.
Beneath him in the chair, his long, muscular but lean body holding Kurt’s as he fucked him from beneath, was Finn Hudson. His stepbrother.
Finn came first. He usually did, no matter what they were doing. Then he wiggled himself out to give Blaine more room, nibbled along Kurt’s shoulder, and started jacking Kurt’s cock. Between the two of them, one always remembered to make sure that Kurt came at least once, if he was bottoming. Kurt had been single for a few years before they’d all gotten together, so his time out with other guys (douchbags) made him find this attention to detail on their part sweet. This was the first time he’d been fucked by both of them at once, though.
Though they’d played Chinese Fingertrap with Finn before. And Finn just ate that up... literally.
“Beautiful,” Blaine murmured.
Kurt didn’t know if he meant the sex was beautiful, or the decor of the hotel (it was okay), or if he meant Kurt was beautiful. But Blaine was a sap. He probably meant Kurt.
“So beautiful.” Blaine pressed their lips together.
Then Kurt was moaning and gasping desperately. He exploded white spunk all over Finn’s hand and his belly. Blaine’s fingers gripped Kurt’s hair, and he came inside him.
A moment later, it was all over but the panting, with Blaine leaning over him, Kurt laying back over Finn, and Finn probably grinning stupidly. He kissed Kurt’s neck and let out a contented sigh.
“That was awesome.” Finn kissed Kurt’s neck and rubbed a hand over his abs. “Happy birthday!”
Kurt laughed. “You two sure know how to put together a group gift.”
Blaine pressed himself against Kurt, ignoring the come between them. Finn repositioned his arms to wrap around both of them. A big, sweaty puppy pile.
“We have more planned than just sex,” Blaine said. He rolled his eyes upward to look at the clock. “You’re officially twenty-five as of now. After we get cleaned up and get some sleep, you get a whole day.”
“Of sex?”
“Shush!”
Finn kissed the back of himself. “Don’t do that. Don’t be mean.”
“I’m not being mean to you two,” Kurt protested. Granted, he could be a bit bitchy. “Why would i do that? You just gave me something to write about.”
“To yourself. Don’t be mean to yourself.”
Kurt yawned, snuggled in, and fell asleep with his two boyfriends.
***
Kurt had thought he was joking when he’d called their wild night something to write about.
It was possible, but he didn’t do that anymore. For a time, he’d been doing a column on gay sex in the city, detailing all of his wild adventures dating (and the adventures after the dates). Since Kurt had skipped a grade, he’d graduated a year before Blaine, and they’d broken up for the purpose of avoiding any weirdness if they found themselves in romantic situations. While Kurt was off at college that year and Finn worked at the shop back in Lima, Blaine had found that situation with someone. Finn.
For some time, Kurt flat out ignored the situation for some time. He pretended to be happy for them, that Finn had realized his bisexuality with Blaine, that Blaine had found his happy ending with Finn. The two guys he had loved moved in together, and their relationship seemed to move along smoothly, since they had so much in common.
Kurt focused on his career, getting a job at the Nancy Boys magazine before he’d even finished college, first working as a fact checker, and then as a fashion reporter, then reporting on his adventures of being a fabulous slut. Blaine and Finn had moved to New York eventually, and he went out with them occasionally as a friend. One night they brought him over for dinner.
Oh, that night had been fun. Not sex. That had come later. But having Blaine take his hand and ask him if he’d be okay getting back together, just with added Finn. Blaine had given him a gentle kiss, then Finn, looking at him nervously but hopefully, took his hand and met his eye.
Ending up in a relationship with two guys had only provided material for a little while before he’d told his editor they needed to put him on something else. The last thing he’d wanted was to ruin his relationship with them.
Actually, the last thing he’d wanted at the time was for his father to figure out that he and his stepbrother were in a relationship, but last Thanksgiving, they’d all come out together, and despite the initial kerfluffle, everyone seemed pretty okay about the situation now.
Back on topic. Kurt had a hard time keeping his thoughts organized lately. They’d mostly circled around making his clothes fit, and the unending creeping doubts that his boyfriends would still love him if he was fat (which he could thank one of the guys who had gotten more than a few columns devoted to him for), or for one of his seemingly endless flaws. Now he was just trying to make the room stop spinning.
It was early Saturday morning (or late Friday night, one of the two), and he’d practically horked up a kidney in the bathroom. He sat curled up in his favorite chair, fingers wrapped around a cup of warm tea and eyes pinched closed. A creak of the floorboards signaled one of his boyfriends entering the room, but Kurt couldn’t tell which one, and he wasn’t willing to move at all to find out.
“Oh. Wow. Kurt?” Finn. The footsteps grew closer, and Finn scooted into the chair and engulfed Kurt in his arms. “You sick?”
“No, I’m running for May Queen.”
Finn nibbled along Kurt’s neck. “I’ll make you something?”
“Please don’t.”
“Then come back to bed! We’ll make you feel better.”
“No.” Kurt opened his eyes at the sound of his peevishness and turned to Finn to apologize.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Finn’s hand moved down and rubbed over Kurt’s tummy. “I’m not tryin’ to push. I know it sucks to feel bad.”
Kurt just sighed and curled into Finn, who kissed his forehead. After a minute or so, Blaine wordlessly padded out of their bedroom and knelt by Kurt’s side to rest his chin on Kurt’s legs and rub his thigh comfortingly.
God, these two. They made keeping up the self-loathing awfully difficult.
“Your stomach is hard,” Finn said in a troubled voice.
“One would hope, but my pants beg to differ,” Kurt replied with a sigh.
“No.” Finn’s fingers moved lower. “You have a bump. Blaine, feel.”
“A bump?” Blaine rose and moved his hand over Kurt’s abdomen.
Kurt was getting a little cranky, but he tried to bite back his annoyance. They were just worried about him.
“Ohhh.” Blaine’s lips smiled widely. “Kurt, I think you’re pregnant.”
Kurt’s brows rose, his eyes widened. He let his mouth fall open, but nothing came out. Between Finn and Blaine’s huge grins, though, Kurt’s usual internal litany of self-depreciation was starting to fade. The way they were looking at him. Finn kissed him. Then Blaine kissed him.
“We don’t know for sure...” Kurt muttered.
“Do you want this?” Blaine asked. He combed Kurt’s hair with his fingers. “It’s okay if you don’t.”
Finn had no filter. He looked alarmed at the thought.
“Don’t freak.” Kurt cupped Finn’s face. “I just hadn’t thought about it before. Are you sure, Blaine?”
“Well. I’m a teacher, not a doctor. We can get you a doctor’s appointment and find out.” Blaine took Kurt’s hand and kissed it.
“Let’s do that, then.”
***
Life became a whirlwind of surprises and changes. The pregnancy was a given. Then there was the news that Kurt was having twins. Twins! Then within the week of this news, Kurt found out that his book had found a publisher who wanted to sign him with a second book option. Blaine’s kids won their bid for Sectionals, and Finn got a promotion at the garage.
A larger place was a given. After all, Kurt was getting larger than he’d ever been in his life. By the time he was about five and a half months, he couldn’t imagine how his belly could get any bigger. But obviously, it would keep growing for quite a while until they had their little boy and girl, and he had to eat well for their sake.
As a side effect... Finn and Blaine fawned on him all the more. Nearly constantly. In the first year of their relationship, working out an even distribution of affection hadn’t been easy. Kurt got jealous, and they’d just had to sit together and be honest about their feelings. He felt like an outsider, and told them so. Finn had admitted that he felt like Blaine and Kurt were the real couple, since they’d been together first, and Blaine had said that since Kurt had loved Finn first, he wondered sometimes if they weren’t the ones who should be together.
Now that Kurt was pregnant, it was like a coordinated love attack. If Kurt was in their vicinity, they would be kissing on him, cuddling his belly, rubbing his feet and back. Slowly but surely, just like his energy, the bitterness was draining out of Kurt.
It was a Saturday night, and it was 8:23pm. Kurt made a mental note of the time, and it would burn into his memory for a long time. He would tell his children, someday, if they asked.
Blaine and Finn had arranged themselves on either side of Kurt on their large, curved sofa. As they watched their movie, there was almost always a hand petting over his belly, and the tiny babies inside him, created from a night of passion with these two silly saps who were determined to make him feel worthwhile, had been shifting around all night. They were settling down with all the attention, though. Kurt rested his head on Finn’s shoulder and took Blaine’s hand.
That moment. That exact moment on Saturday 8:23pm Kurt realized how much love he had in his life. Not just his father, but two boyfriends who wanted nothing more than their family’s happiness. His stepmother who was over the moon at the future grandkids, his friends, his readers who had put his book on the bestseller list recently, and there was a pretty good chance that their children would love him, too.
And however they felt, these kids would be so loved they would never doubt for a second.
“Oh!” Kurt lifted his head, and Blaine chuckled and patted where the little foot had flickered out.
“Did that hurt?”
“No.” Kurt rolled his head over and kissed Blaine. “I love you.” As Blaine beamed, Kurt turned to Finn and kissed him as well. “And I love you.”
“Hm!” Finn smiled widely and snuggled up to Kurt.
Blaine laughed. “I like you pregnant.”
“Me too,” Finn agreed. “I thought you were supposed to be moody and mean when you’re pregnant.”
“I am moody and mean.” Kurt pouted. “I’m the meanest.”
Finn and Blaine looked at one another. They kissed each other, then both kissed his cheeks at once.
“We love you. Even when you’re mean and bitchy,” Blaine assured him.
Finn rubbed Kurt’s back. “Sometimes especially when you’re bitchy.”
The three of them cuddled together. With everything in their lives falling into place, there wasn’t much Kurt could ask for.
Except maybe no stretch marks.
Kurt licked his lips and nibbled on Blaine’s ear. “I think I need to go lay down.”
“Oh. Do you feel bad?” Blaine leaned forward, worry written over his brow.
“Heh. I don’t think he feels bad.” Finn trailed his tongue over Kurt’s neck.
“Oh! Don’t tease me!” Kurt complained. “I have urgentness.”
Finn let out a growling sound and grabbed Kurt’s hand to help him up.
“This is going to be an effort!” Kurt started to push himself up with the other hand.
“Worth it,” Finn said seriously.
Blaine slipped around him and gave him a lift. He rubbed his hand over Kurt’s back as he shared another kiss with Finn, whose hand drifted southward to cup Kurt’s ass. Once in the bedroom, their kisses grew more heated. Finn stripped Kurt’s shirt off, then grinned as he stepped back to undress himself. Kurt fanned his face and looked back at Blaine, waggling his brows. Blaine laughed.
“Mmm. My sexy greasemonkey.” Blaine moved his hands over Finn’s chest, He leaned in and sucked on Finn’s lower lip.
Finn groaned and fell back on the bed. Blaine pounced on top of him, and Kurt raised his brows as they kissed energetically, Blaine’s pert backside rising in the air. When Kurt began to pant, Blaine looked back at him and rose.
“C’mon. Let’s get him into bed,” he murmured as he kissed over Kurt’s neck. Finn bounded up, his thick, hard cock bouncing. The two of them helped him into the bed on all fours, with Finn holding him around the chest. Blaine’s teeth nibbled along his backside, and his hands began to massage over his thigh. Finn wasted no time in licking roughly over Kurt’s nipples. Soon Kurt was whimpering with need and begging Blaine to get on with it. His back ached from the weight of the twins, but he was hornier than he’d been in his entire life.
Blaine chuckled deeply in his throat, and Kurt looked up at Finn, his lips quirking to the side.
“How about we...” Kurt kissed Finn. “Mm. How about we play Fingertrap?”
Finn laughed and petted the sides of Kurt’s face as he looked up at Blaine.
“He’s never been in the middle like this before,” Blaine lubed up his fingers and started to wriggle them inside Kurt.
“Well, I’m not gonna say no.” Finn got up on his knees and petted Kurt’s shoulders, checking to see if he was holding himself up all right.
Kurt didn’t wait. He twirled his tongue around the head of Finn’s cock, then gave it a light kiss before wrapping his lips over his teeth and giving him long, slow sucks.
Meanwhile, Blaine rubbed his hand over Kurt’s back and entered him. The full feeling made Kurt gasp a little, but he didn’t pull back. Blaine began to move, rocking his hips back and forth.
“Oh!” Kurt’s lashes fluttered.
Finn brushed his hand over Kurt’s head and kissed his hair. “You okay?”
Kurt licked his lips and took Finn in again, sucking greedily. With every thrust from Blaine, he almost vibrated with pleasure. He couldn’t give as much attention to Finn with this going on, but he must have been doing a good enough job because Finn came soon enough with a feral sounding growl. He leaned over to hold Kurt while he moaned.
Kurt came without having to be touched and sank into Finn’s arms. A minute later, Blaine’s fingers dug into his hips and he jerked and came hard with a joyful cry. Finn kissed Kurt’s brow, and Blaine helped him to lie down and rubbed his belly fondly. Finn got up to grab the baby wipes and began cleaning the three of them off before climbing in with them for a cuddle pile.
“I love your pregnancy libido,” Finn declared.
“This getting difficult,” Kurt murmured, nuzzling into Blaine’s chest.
“That’s okay. We’ll enjoy it while we can,” Blaine said.
“Well, when I’m too fat and tired to do it, I’m sure you two can take care of yourselves.”
“Hm, does that mean you’ll watch?” Finn teased. He wrapped his leg around Kurt’s and leaned over to kiss Blaine. He crawled over Kurt carefully and cuddled Blaine from behind.
“Ahh! How are you ready again!” Blaine exclaimed.
“Sympathy pregnancy libido!” Finn bit down gently on Blaine’s naked shoulder.
Kurt smiled as he watched them, because they were his, and they loved him and would take care of him, each other, and their sweet children. So Kurt gave Blaine tender kisses while Finn got frisky, and felt not an ounce of jealousy.
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt/Finn
Rating: NC17
Includes: mpreg, threesome, sex
Word Count: ~2960
Summary: Despite being in a relationship with the two loves of his life, Kurt has difficulty believing that they really love him. After a night of passion, their lives begin to change.
AN: Title from Alanis Morisette’s “Head over Feet.” Written for
gleempreg's weekly challenge.Kurt had always had difficulty believing he was loved.
This shouldn’t be the case. He knew that. And though he’d never say anything, he knew where it came from. In part, from his father. Of course his father was a good man, and he loved him. But after Kurt’s mother had died, showing Kurt how he felt had been difficult, and Burt had felt awkward the longer Kurt had stayed in the closet.
Mostly, though, it had come from the rest of the world. Always looking at him as something disgusting, loathsome, wrong, embarrassing. He’d felt often like it was impossible for anyone to love him. All of him. Sometimes… any of him.
So how he happened to have not one but two dicks up his ass at the moment, he couldn’t really say, but it was happening, by Gaga. And it was glorious.
Blaine’s hand cupped his face, and he smiled at Kurt, rubbing their noses together as he fucked him vigorously from the front. Even in the midst of something that should’ve been part of an online porno, he was gentle and doted on Kurt to a fault.
Beneath him in the chair, his long, muscular but lean body holding Kurt’s as he fucked him from beneath, was Finn Hudson. His stepbrother.
Finn came first. He usually did, no matter what they were doing. Then he wiggled himself out to give Blaine more room, nibbled along Kurt’s shoulder, and started jacking Kurt’s cock. Between the two of them, one always remembered to make sure that Kurt came at least once, if he was bottoming. Kurt had been single for a few years before they’d all gotten together, so his time out with other guys (douchbags) made him find this attention to detail on their part sweet. This was the first time he’d been fucked by both of them at once, though.
Though they’d played Chinese Fingertrap with Finn before. And Finn just ate that up... literally.
“Beautiful,” Blaine murmured.
Kurt didn’t know if he meant the sex was beautiful, or the decor of the hotel (it was okay), or if he meant Kurt was beautiful. But Blaine was a sap. He probably meant Kurt.
“So beautiful.” Blaine pressed their lips together.
Then Kurt was moaning and gasping desperately. He exploded white spunk all over Finn’s hand and his belly. Blaine’s fingers gripped Kurt’s hair, and he came inside him.
A moment later, it was all over but the panting, with Blaine leaning over him, Kurt laying back over Finn, and Finn probably grinning stupidly. He kissed Kurt’s neck and let out a contented sigh.
“That was awesome.” Finn kissed Kurt’s neck and rubbed a hand over his abs. “Happy birthday!”
Kurt laughed. “You two sure know how to put together a group gift.”
Blaine pressed himself against Kurt, ignoring the come between them. Finn repositioned his arms to wrap around both of them. A big, sweaty puppy pile.
“We have more planned than just sex,” Blaine said. He rolled his eyes upward to look at the clock. “You’re officially twenty-five as of now. After we get cleaned up and get some sleep, you get a whole day.”
“Of sex?”
“Shush!”
Finn kissed the back of himself. “Don’t do that. Don’t be mean.”
“I’m not being mean to you two,” Kurt protested. Granted, he could be a bit bitchy. “Why would i do that? You just gave me something to write about.”
“To yourself. Don’t be mean to yourself.”
Kurt yawned, snuggled in, and fell asleep with his two boyfriends.
Kurt had thought he was joking when he’d called their wild night something to write about.
It was possible, but he didn’t do that anymore. For a time, he’d been doing a column on gay sex in the city, detailing all of his wild adventures dating (and the adventures after the dates). Since Kurt had skipped a grade, he’d graduated a year before Blaine, and they’d broken up for the purpose of avoiding any weirdness if they found themselves in romantic situations. While Kurt was off at college that year and Finn worked at the shop back in Lima, Blaine had found that situation with someone. Finn.
For some time, Kurt flat out ignored the situation for some time. He pretended to be happy for them, that Finn had realized his bisexuality with Blaine, that Blaine had found his happy ending with Finn. The two guys he had loved moved in together, and their relationship seemed to move along smoothly, since they had so much in common.
Kurt focused on his career, getting a job at the Nancy Boys magazine before he’d even finished college, first working as a fact checker, and then as a fashion reporter, then reporting on his adventures of being a fabulous slut. Blaine and Finn had moved to New York eventually, and he went out with them occasionally as a friend. One night they brought him over for dinner.
Oh, that night had been fun. Not sex. That had come later. But having Blaine take his hand and ask him if he’d be okay getting back together, just with added Finn. Blaine had given him a gentle kiss, then Finn, looking at him nervously but hopefully, took his hand and met his eye.
Ending up in a relationship with two guys had only provided material for a little while before he’d told his editor they needed to put him on something else. The last thing he’d wanted was to ruin his relationship with them.
Actually, the last thing he’d wanted at the time was for his father to figure out that he and his stepbrother were in a relationship, but last Thanksgiving, they’d all come out together, and despite the initial kerfluffle, everyone seemed pretty okay about the situation now.
Back on topic. Kurt had a hard time keeping his thoughts organized lately. They’d mostly circled around making his clothes fit, and the unending creeping doubts that his boyfriends would still love him if he was fat (which he could thank one of the guys who had gotten more than a few columns devoted to him for), or for one of his seemingly endless flaws. Now he was just trying to make the room stop spinning.
It was early Saturday morning (or late Friday night, one of the two), and he’d practically horked up a kidney in the bathroom. He sat curled up in his favorite chair, fingers wrapped around a cup of warm tea and eyes pinched closed. A creak of the floorboards signaled one of his boyfriends entering the room, but Kurt couldn’t tell which one, and he wasn’t willing to move at all to find out.
“Oh. Wow. Kurt?” Finn. The footsteps grew closer, and Finn scooted into the chair and engulfed Kurt in his arms. “You sick?”
“No, I’m running for May Queen.”
Finn nibbled along Kurt’s neck. “I’ll make you something?”
“Please don’t.”
“Then come back to bed! We’ll make you feel better.”
“No.” Kurt opened his eyes at the sound of his peevishness and turned to Finn to apologize.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Finn’s hand moved down and rubbed over Kurt’s tummy. “I’m not tryin’ to push. I know it sucks to feel bad.”
Kurt just sighed and curled into Finn, who kissed his forehead. After a minute or so, Blaine wordlessly padded out of their bedroom and knelt by Kurt’s side to rest his chin on Kurt’s legs and rub his thigh comfortingly.
God, these two. They made keeping up the self-loathing awfully difficult.
“Your stomach is hard,” Finn said in a troubled voice.
“One would hope, but my pants beg to differ,” Kurt replied with a sigh.
“No.” Finn’s fingers moved lower. “You have a bump. Blaine, feel.”
“A bump?” Blaine rose and moved his hand over Kurt’s abdomen.
Kurt was getting a little cranky, but he tried to bite back his annoyance. They were just worried about him.
“Ohhh.” Blaine’s lips smiled widely. “Kurt, I think you’re pregnant.”
Kurt’s brows rose, his eyes widened. He let his mouth fall open, but nothing came out. Between Finn and Blaine’s huge grins, though, Kurt’s usual internal litany of self-depreciation was starting to fade. The way they were looking at him. Finn kissed him. Then Blaine kissed him.
“We don’t know for sure...” Kurt muttered.
“Do you want this?” Blaine asked. He combed Kurt’s hair with his fingers. “It’s okay if you don’t.”
Finn had no filter. He looked alarmed at the thought.
“Don’t freak.” Kurt cupped Finn’s face. “I just hadn’t thought about it before. Are you sure, Blaine?”
“Well. I’m a teacher, not a doctor. We can get you a doctor’s appointment and find out.” Blaine took Kurt’s hand and kissed it.
“Let’s do that, then.”
Life became a whirlwind of surprises and changes. The pregnancy was a given. Then there was the news that Kurt was having twins. Twins! Then within the week of this news, Kurt found out that his book had found a publisher who wanted to sign him with a second book option. Blaine’s kids won their bid for Sectionals, and Finn got a promotion at the garage.
A larger place was a given. After all, Kurt was getting larger than he’d ever been in his life. By the time he was about five and a half months, he couldn’t imagine how his belly could get any bigger. But obviously, it would keep growing for quite a while until they had their little boy and girl, and he had to eat well for their sake.
As a side effect... Finn and Blaine fawned on him all the more. Nearly constantly. In the first year of their relationship, working out an even distribution of affection hadn’t been easy. Kurt got jealous, and they’d just had to sit together and be honest about their feelings. He felt like an outsider, and told them so. Finn had admitted that he felt like Blaine and Kurt were the real couple, since they’d been together first, and Blaine had said that since Kurt had loved Finn first, he wondered sometimes if they weren’t the ones who should be together.
Now that Kurt was pregnant, it was like a coordinated love attack. If Kurt was in their vicinity, they would be kissing on him, cuddling his belly, rubbing his feet and back. Slowly but surely, just like his energy, the bitterness was draining out of Kurt.
It was a Saturday night, and it was 8:23pm. Kurt made a mental note of the time, and it would burn into his memory for a long time. He would tell his children, someday, if they asked.
Blaine and Finn had arranged themselves on either side of Kurt on their large, curved sofa. As they watched their movie, there was almost always a hand petting over his belly, and the tiny babies inside him, created from a night of passion with these two silly saps who were determined to make him feel worthwhile, had been shifting around all night. They were settling down with all the attention, though. Kurt rested his head on Finn’s shoulder and took Blaine’s hand.
That moment. That exact moment on Saturday 8:23pm Kurt realized how much love he had in his life. Not just his father, but two boyfriends who wanted nothing more than their family’s happiness. His stepmother who was over the moon at the future grandkids, his friends, his readers who had put his book on the bestseller list recently, and there was a pretty good chance that their children would love him, too.
And however they felt, these kids would be so loved they would never doubt for a second.
“Oh!” Kurt lifted his head, and Blaine chuckled and patted where the little foot had flickered out.
“Did that hurt?”
“No.” Kurt rolled his head over and kissed Blaine. “I love you.” As Blaine beamed, Kurt turned to Finn and kissed him as well. “And I love you.”
“Hm!” Finn smiled widely and snuggled up to Kurt.
Blaine laughed. “I like you pregnant.”
“Me too,” Finn agreed. “I thought you were supposed to be moody and mean when you’re pregnant.”
“I am moody and mean.” Kurt pouted. “I’m the meanest.”
Finn and Blaine looked at one another. They kissed each other, then both kissed his cheeks at once.
“We love you. Even when you’re mean and bitchy,” Blaine assured him.
Finn rubbed Kurt’s back. “Sometimes especially when you’re bitchy.”
The three of them cuddled together. With everything in their lives falling into place, there wasn’t much Kurt could ask for.
Except maybe no stretch marks.
Kurt licked his lips and nibbled on Blaine’s ear. “I think I need to go lay down.”
“Oh. Do you feel bad?” Blaine leaned forward, worry written over his brow.
“Heh. I don’t think he feels bad.” Finn trailed his tongue over Kurt’s neck.
“Oh! Don’t tease me!” Kurt complained. “I have urgentness.”
Finn let out a growling sound and grabbed Kurt’s hand to help him up.
“This is going to be an effort!” Kurt started to push himself up with the other hand.
“Worth it,” Finn said seriously.
Blaine slipped around him and gave him a lift. He rubbed his hand over Kurt’s back as he shared another kiss with Finn, whose hand drifted southward to cup Kurt’s ass. Once in the bedroom, their kisses grew more heated. Finn stripped Kurt’s shirt off, then grinned as he stepped back to undress himself. Kurt fanned his face and looked back at Blaine, waggling his brows. Blaine laughed.
“Mmm. My sexy greasemonkey.” Blaine moved his hands over Finn’s chest, He leaned in and sucked on Finn’s lower lip.
Finn groaned and fell back on the bed. Blaine pounced on top of him, and Kurt raised his brows as they kissed energetically, Blaine’s pert backside rising in the air. When Kurt began to pant, Blaine looked back at him and rose.
“C’mon. Let’s get him into bed,” he murmured as he kissed over Kurt’s neck. Finn bounded up, his thick, hard cock bouncing. The two of them helped him into the bed on all fours, with Finn holding him around the chest. Blaine’s teeth nibbled along his backside, and his hands began to massage over his thigh. Finn wasted no time in licking roughly over Kurt’s nipples. Soon Kurt was whimpering with need and begging Blaine to get on with it. His back ached from the weight of the twins, but he was hornier than he’d been in his entire life.
Blaine chuckled deeply in his throat, and Kurt looked up at Finn, his lips quirking to the side.
“How about we...” Kurt kissed Finn. “Mm. How about we play Fingertrap?”
Finn laughed and petted the sides of Kurt’s face as he looked up at Blaine.
“He’s never been in the middle like this before,” Blaine lubed up his fingers and started to wriggle them inside Kurt.
“Well, I’m not gonna say no.” Finn got up on his knees and petted Kurt’s shoulders, checking to see if he was holding himself up all right.
Kurt didn’t wait. He twirled his tongue around the head of Finn’s cock, then gave it a light kiss before wrapping his lips over his teeth and giving him long, slow sucks.
Meanwhile, Blaine rubbed his hand over Kurt’s back and entered him. The full feeling made Kurt gasp a little, but he didn’t pull back. Blaine began to move, rocking his hips back and forth.
“Oh!” Kurt’s lashes fluttered.
Finn brushed his hand over Kurt’s head and kissed his hair. “You okay?”
Kurt licked his lips and took Finn in again, sucking greedily. With every thrust from Blaine, he almost vibrated with pleasure. He couldn’t give as much attention to Finn with this going on, but he must have been doing a good enough job because Finn came soon enough with a feral sounding growl. He leaned over to hold Kurt while he moaned.
Kurt came without having to be touched and sank into Finn’s arms. A minute later, Blaine’s fingers dug into his hips and he jerked and came hard with a joyful cry. Finn kissed Kurt’s brow, and Blaine helped him to lie down and rubbed his belly fondly. Finn got up to grab the baby wipes and began cleaning the three of them off before climbing in with them for a cuddle pile.
“I love your pregnancy libido,” Finn declared.
“This getting difficult,” Kurt murmured, nuzzling into Blaine’s chest.
“That’s okay. We’ll enjoy it while we can,” Blaine said.
“Well, when I’m too fat and tired to do it, I’m sure you two can take care of yourselves.”
“Hm, does that mean you’ll watch?” Finn teased. He wrapped his leg around Kurt’s and leaned over to kiss Blaine. He crawled over Kurt carefully and cuddled Blaine from behind.
“Ahh! How are you ready again!” Blaine exclaimed.
“Sympathy pregnancy libido!” Finn bit down gently on Blaine’s naked shoulder.
Kurt smiled as he watched them, because they were his, and they loved him and would take care of him, each other, and their sweet children. So Kurt gave Blaine tender kisses while Finn got frisky, and felt not an ounce of jealousy.
