He looked up into Dal’s eyes, grinning. “We’ve only just started.”
“You’ll make me crazy.” Yes. And Dal was going to love every second of it.
“I’m going to try.” He winked and continued wrapping the pale skin in red silk.
Dillon caught one nipple with the edge of the silk, ring caught beneath it. Dal’s head was thrown back, hips shifting restlessly. Humming, he wrapped a single layer around Dal’s neck, and then leaned in, sucking on Dal’s Adam’s apple through the silk. That relaxed his lover, Dal’s soft sounds coming steadily.
His own prick was hard and leaking, Dal’s need and noises, the very smell of his baby making him need so much.
He looped the silk around Dal’s torso a couple more times, bringing the silk down to his lover’s legs. He spread those long legs, threading the ribbon through the tiny silver rings behind Dal’s balls, making sure to tug as he did. Dal’s cry made his own hips jerk and he tugged again, loving that sound. That dark spot at the head of Dal’s cock spread.
Groaning, he made quick work of sliding the ribbon around Dal’s legs, binding them individually. He wanted to be able to have Dal move, to spread those legs so he could take Dal when the plug came out. Dal’s toes clenched and relaxed, over and over, muscles rolling and tensing under the ribbon. He tied the thing off with a bit of a bow at Dal’s ankle.
Stepping back, he walked slowly around Dal. “Oh, baby. You should see yourself.”
“You like?” Who wouldn’t? Who wouldn’t love having a Dal, all bound and waiting for them?
“No, no I don’t like, baby. I absolutely love.” He reached out, fingers stroking the silk ribbon.
“It’s good to be home, be here. I was worried I’d miss our holiday.”
“I’d have come find you, baby. It wouldn’t be Christmas without you.” He pushed against the base of the plug.
“Love.” Dal’s legs jerked, his body trying to bend, twist.
“I’m going to take you while you’re all wrapped up like this, baby. I’m going to make you fly.”
“Please. Fuck, please.”
He helped Dal lie down, got his lover set up, pillow under his cheek, knees tucked up under him, spread. It made him moan, that little hole exposed, the base of the plug enticing him to tap it again.
“Mmm. More. Again.” Hips rolling, Dal moved for him, shifted for him.
He laughed and mouthed ‘pushy’ against a small patch of bare skin on Dal’s back.
“You have a point?”
“I do have a point.” He rubbed his cock against Dal’s ass. “This point right here.”
“My point. You’re going to fuck me now.” It wasn’t a question.
“I am.” He rubbed his cock along Dal’s crack, groaning as the tip bumped up against the base of that plug.
“I. You won’t fit. Oh.”
“I’m going to take out the plug first, baby.” He slapped Dal’s ass.
That earned him a sweet, low moan. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, soon, baby. Real soon.” He twisted the plug inside Dal.
He started alternating -- slapping and pushing, spanking and twisting -- watching as Dal went wild underneath him. Pale skin, dark red ribbon, writhing and twisting, Dillon had to grab his balls and twist to keep from coming all over Dal. “Baby, fuck.”
“Yes. Yes, Dillon. Now. Please!”
“Love it when you beg.” He slapped and twisted a few more times, and then tugged the plug out, Dal’s body snapping closed as it slid completely out.
“Now. Now. Empty. Come on.”
“Pushy, pushy.” On the second pushy he thrust right in, spreading Dal’s cheeks.
Hot.
Tight.
Perfect and fucking his.
Dal slammed back, riding him hard and fast.
His fingers curled around Dal’s prick, the silk sliding along his palm with every thrust.
“Love. Love. Fuck.” Desperation. Fuck, yes.
“Yes! Mine! Dal!” Fuck, there was nothing like this, nothing like his Dal, hot and tight around him, desperate with need. The silk in his palm had nothing on the silk that clung to his cock.
They slammed together, skin slapping. He tugged on the ribbon where it went through Dal’s guiche rings, the cry that sounded making him moan and jerk.
“Fuck. Do it again. Please. Oh, sweet fuck.”
He did, tugging and twisting the silk, playing those little rings, knowing the sensations were incredible. Dal’s need flared, that tight ass milking him, jerking around him. He shouted, hips snapping as he came, filling Dal’s ass.
Dal slumped forward, shaking, moaning for him, still wrapped like his own personal gift.
He reached for the plug as he pulled out, slipping the hard Plexi in, holding his come inside Dal’s beautiful body.
“Oh. Oh, love. Oh.” Dal made such sweet noises.
His hand rested on the base of Dal’s spine, feeling the random jerks of Dal’s hips. “You know what time it is now, baby?” He slid his hands over Dal’s body, silk and skin like magic beneath his fingertips.
“I. No. No, love. What time is it?”
“For me to unwrap my most favorite gift ever.”
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