And that was Danny in a nutshell. He made you feel like you were the only one in the world he had eyes for. That was my beautiful, adorable elf.
“You’re… everything,” he whispered once I was fully naked, standing behind him with a bottle of lube in my hand and what I considered a smile on my face.
“No, elf,you’reeverything.”
I dribbled lube onto my fingers. He sucked in a breath when I circled his rim. It didn’t take long to open him up, and soon, he was begging for me to fill him up.
I never wanted Danny to feel empty. Not his hole. Not his heart or his soul.
That might have been the point when I knew I had it bad.
I pushed into him slowly, dragging out the feeling of filling him while his greedy hole sucked me in.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” I whispered against his ear.
He stood still for me, moaning every time I dragged my cock out of him, and then panting as I filled him back up again.
The lights from the tree danced along his skin. My eyes ate up every single inch of him I could see.
“Aaron, please.” He was nearly sobbing at this point, so desperate for more.
I fucked him with hard, deep thrusts. Soon, he lost all sense of being good for me. His hips were rocking. His hands were reaching back and threading through my hair. He was calling my name like a chant to the sky as his hot breath fogged up the glass.
As I pegged his prostate over and over again, his body began to shake.
“I’m so close. Please. Please touch me,” he begged.
“Anything for you, elf,” I said.
I grabbed his chin with one hand, pulling him until his lips brushed against mine. I took them greedily, letting out a little chuckle when he whined desperately. My tongue slipped inside his mouth, and I licked every trace of sugar I could find.
That wasn’t what he’d meant, but I silently promised I was only going to drag it out another minute. I was sweating from holding back. It wasn’t going to last much longer.
My free hand snaked around his body. I drew a line down his chest. I circled his belly button, loving the way his abstightened at my touch. And finally, I wrapped my hand around his hot, heavy cock.
“Yes,” he whispered against my mouth. I breathed in his relieved sigh and kissed him again.
My balls drew up. I stroked him faster. My body said it wouldn’t hold back anymore, and I came so damn hard in his ass, emptying my balls until the point my cock was too sensitive to thrust into his tight hole anymore.
“Oh shit!” he called out as I held him to me, keeping my softening cock buried in his ass. Cum spilled from his slit, running over and coating my hand on the upstroke. I worked him through it, even as his ass tightened around my cock and his body curled forward. “Oh, wow.”
Releasing my hold on his cock, I wrapped my arm around him. I took us down to the floor right in front of the tree, spreading him out carefully on part of the blanket he’d used to make a skirt under the damn thing. My cock slipped free, and his sad whimper was the exact same feeling my body was flooded with.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ve got you,” I told him as I reached for my pants on the floor behind me. I pulled out the silver plug, wrapping my hand around it until it didn’t feel cold to the touch. I pushed his cheek up, watching closely as I slipped the plug into his ass. A smile hit my lips as I tapped the green, jeweled tree at the base.
He was doing a live in a few hours. He’d said it wasn’t going to be long, not that I cared either way, but that he wanted to be there for people who didn’t have anyone to spend the eve with. And while he was worried about everyone else, I wanted him to have a reminder that someone was there for him. Even if that reminder came in the form of a cum-stuffed hole and a plug.
Suddenly, I wondered if he had things like this for all the different holidays. Images flashed through my mind. A heart-shaped plug for Valentine’s Day. A cock ring with a dangling four-leaf clover charm for St. Patrick’s Day.
I’d already seen the tentacle one, so I knew he was a little freaky. So, thinking of a skeleton finger prostate tickler for Halloween didn’t seem too out there for him. I wondered if that was a thing.
But then I stopped when the idea of a turkey leg-shaped dildo for Thanksgiving. Something about that one didn’t give me sexy vibes.
He smiled and sighed. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the dreamy expression on his face.
“If I ever asked Santa for the perfect man, it would be you,” he said, clearly still in an orgasm daze.
A laugh rumbled in my chest, and fuck it, I set it free as I curled up behind him, wrapping an arm around him and holding on tight.
