#kurtxalan

[notsosweetporcelain]

"DADDY! I still have to finish making dinner. I wouldn't want you to be starving." Kurt laughed out loud as he was picked up so easily and sat on the kitchen counter, not that he didn't love it whenever Alan got to manhandle him like that.

@davidkarofskyindie

[porcelainxxx1x1]

Kurt could barely wait until Alan parked the car outside the furniture store, excited as he was for them to pick up some new things for what was now their house, their life together. As giddy as he was, it had taken them a bit longer to actually leave their own parking lot, since Kurt suddebly had the urge of sucking on the man's dick inside their car, before they actually left the house. A happy clam now that he had made the older man come in his mouth with a choked grunt, he was now equally excited about them doing domestic things together, like picking up new furniture.

"Well, here we are!" he said with a giggle, then squeezed Alan's hand. "Time for us to pick that big ass king size bed you promised me, Daddy" he said, then pulled the man's hand up and kissed it, also giving it a small, teasing lick. "Shall we then?"

@davidaltofsky

[notsosweetporcelain]

@davidkarofskyindie​ continues from here:

Kurt moved his hands down from the rails on the top of the bed, and put them around his father’s neck, like a lifeline to keep him grounded, the man, much like he had always been during his whole life, his support, his rock. He giggled into the kiss, sweat drops already running down his neck. “Hm.. You mean, when you’re even hotter than you are right now, if that’s even possible?” he said, his tongue licking the older man’s lips teasingly. With his arms holding onto Alan’s neck the way he was, Kurt focused completely on his lower body, allowing him, with his praised flexibility, to bounce his hips alone, up and down, loving every single moment his father’s cock impalled him in the most delightful way, and with Alan also pushing his hips up, it made their connection that much deeper. “I love you so much, Daddy... Yes.- ah, god... yes, please... Fill my tight little whole with your cum... I want to feel you for days... always...” He squeezed his hole around Alan’s log greedily. “Will you put on plug on me, so I can keep your cum in me, Daddy?” he breathed over his lips, his body slowly starting to get the tremors of his rising orgasm.

[porcelainxxx1x1]

davidaltofsky || Kurt & Alan

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Nothing in his life felt like the way it did while he was shamelessly fucking himself on the older man’s cock. His father’s cock. The man who Kurt always knew he would love more than any other, and who now he was certain was his person, his lover, his protector. His everything. Always had been, and now more than ever. He held onto Alan’s broad shoulders for dear life while he moaned in the most sinful way, screaming as he felt that powerful dick splitting his tight insides, but no amount of pain would make him stop doing what they were doing. He had longed for it for so long, he didn’t want to stop. But the urges in his body was stronger than his will, and the moment his father closed his strong first around his hard cock, he knew he would be a goner in no time. With a harsh last thrust, and the warmth that soon filled him inside when the older man came, Kurt threw his head back and nearly screamed out loud when he too came, spilling himself in his father’s hand. 

“Oh my god...oh my g-” he finally said, trying his best to catch a breath, then looked into the man’s eyes and smiled tiredly, his forehead soon resting on Alan’s. “You are too, Daddy... I love you so much...” he whispered, his legs clamping hard around his waist, not wanting to let go of that sensation that soon.” It’s even... You’re even better than anything I had dreamed of... I love you so much.”

@davidaltofsky​

[porcelainxxx1x1]

In Your Arms || Kurt & Alan

Kurt sighed as he pushed the door of the penthouse open, tossing his workbag on the table nearby and walking in. “Dad?” he called out, but there was no response. He pouted a little, although soon put together that he must likely was at his work at that time; yet some part of him wished he had been home by then. He really needed his advice, his embrace. He needed his father at that moment. Nothing important, just a crappy day at work, but Alan had always, always been the one person who could make it all better for Kurt. 

It had been just the two of them for years now, ever since his mother passed away, and even though he wasn’t his biological father, the man having walked on Kurt and his mom when he was a baby, Alan had been the person Kurt looked up to. The man who had always been there for him, and after his mom died when he was eight years old, the man who raised him, helped with his homework, took care of him when he was sick, cuddled him during a rainy, stormy night. And when the time came Alan got what was his work now, Kurt had always been supportive of him, no judgement, only love. They had always been there for each other, and on that particular early evening, Kurt was in need of his father once again.

He walked into the kitchen and got himself a bottle of mineral water, took a sip of it, then soaked a cloth under the sink with cool water and laid down on the big couch in the living room, with the cloth covering his forehead. Hopefully, the headache would go away soon, it was either that, or taking an aspirin, but he wanted to give it sometime before.

[porcelainxxx1x1]

KURT & ALAN

@davidaltofsky​ continues from here:

Kurt bit on the sheets when he begun to feel it was all too much. He could feel himself shaking, and he was struggling to keep himself together, not wanting for that blissful moment to end so soon. Thankfully, it seemed his father read his mind in a way, although it could had been the sinful, shameful way in which he was practically begging to be fucked that made the older man stop. Whatever the case, he was happy to get that short breather. “Hmm... I wish you had seen it too, Daddy. I often dreamed about you sneaking in my bed, and taking me. Your hand on my face so that no one could hear the sounds you would make me do...” He gasped when he felt the thick meat slapping his ass, his body reacting by pushing back on that warm, slick touch. He turned his head enough to look at him when he felt him kissing his neck and smiled. “I trust you, Daddy” he said, then a choked moan fell from his lips when the thick, blunt tip slipped in. “Oh.. my god... fuck.. mm... “ He whimpered a little, doing his best to relax enough. “God, that hurts so good...” he finally said, wiggling his ass a little. “I love you so much...”

[porcelainxxx1x1]

No problem with being a twunk, at all 😉

@davidaltofsky

[porcelainxxx1x1]

@davidaltofsky​ continues from here:

How many times had Kurt heard Alan saying that he loved him? He probably lost count by now. There hadn’t been one moment when he hadn’t felt loved by his stepfather- no, his father. Ever since he came into his life, Kurt had felt loved, safe, cared for, and he knew there was nothing that could wrong as long as Alan was with him. But up until now, it all had been like a regular father and son relationship, regardless of the fact that Kurt had jerked off several nights while thinking of the other man in ways he thought they were not appropiate. But right now, hearing him saying that in such a loving way, while also having their bodies attached in the deepest, more intimate way possible, he knew there was nothing more proper, more right, than what they had right at that moment.

“No...” he practically whimpered in the man’s neck when he told him he had to pull out of him to get the plug inside of his ass, his muscles clenching stubbornly around the man’s dick as he finally pulled out of him. He held on Alan’s shoulders tight, his mouth falling open as he eventually slid the plug one, and although it didn’t feel as good as his cock, it did the job well of keeping his cum inside, which was what Kurt wanted. When they were finally laying side by side he let his fingertips to roam up and down the strong curves of his father’s arm, his eyes lost into the older man’s gaze. “And I’ve never met any man like you, period.” He bit his lip down a little. “And I don’t care what the world says about us. You’re my everything too, dad... And I want us to be like this, always. You and me, against the world, and making them crazy jealous for not being us” he said with a little giggle, then kissed him gently on the lips and snuggled against the warmth of his strong chest. “It goes without saying that I’m sleeping with you tonight, right?” he said, and chuckled, before placing a soft kiss on his chest.