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Another Christmas eve has come and gone and it had been filled with warmth, and family, and way too much stimulation for his billions of years old soul, but he had muddled through without shutting down and it had definitely been worth it to see his daughter smile. Now it's time to give his mate a little gift though. In the shape of himself, decked out in red and gold and glitter, so much glitter.
While his mate had gone to put both their Princess and their pea to bed, he had taken the time to really dress up for the holidays, or well… perhaps it should be called dressing down for them. He looks down at his naked body, or… nearly naked body, if not for the tightly-wound, red ribbon around his cock, just lightly compressing the hard shaft. He has carefully wrapped it around his balls too, beautifully lifting and separating them. At the base of his cock there's a ring of golden bells that should choke off any orgasm he may accidentally stumble upon. It's highly erotic.
Michael shakes his hips a little, enjoying the bright jingling of the bells that ring out with every move. It's incredibly arousing.
To top off this festive ensemble he'd taken a dark green hairspray to his pubes to mimic a prickly bough of spruce, and his balls have gotten a once over with gold glitter. Lots of it. He shivers, his hidden feathers ruffling up. That spray had been so cold! BUT! It does look exceptionally good.
Michael wiggles his hips again, considering giving his ass a little dusting of gold glitter too when his mate comes in.
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Michael walks in with an armload of Ceara’s belongings and a slightly distracted air. “Ugh… She’s down at last. She held out as long–” He stops talking as he lays eyes on his festively naked mate. “Holy fuck,” he whispers a little breathlessly as the holiday spirit goes straight to his cock.
“Well, technically I am a Saint…” the other murmurs, doing his customary head wiggle which makes the bells ring out softly. “I take it that you like it?”
Michael grins and tosses his armload of stuff on a chair without taking his eyes off his mate. “Oh yes.” His hidden feathers fluff up and then lay flat again at the sight of his mate's balls shimmering in the low light. He stalks forward, staring at that beautifully decorated dick. “Are your pubes supposed to be the tree?”
Jingle balls, jingle balls…
He laughs as the stupid song enters his brain. “Love the gold,” he hums, licking his lips as he gets closer. “And the bells…” His eyes widen a little when he recognises them. “Oh, are they active?”
The other shakes his hips a little, looking down thoughtfully. “Ehhh... no. I couldn't figure out a way to attach the, eh... command link without messing up the ‘ensemble’. So they are just for musical accompaniment... Is that okay?”
Michael hums. “It’s all better than okay.” He kneels to thoroughly inspect the holiday decor. He traces his finger along the path of the ribbon digging into the velvety soft skin of his mate's cock. Then he inspects the tight ring encompassing the other's cock and balls, tapping them to make them jingle merrily.
The BELLS! THE BELLS!
Michael snorts at his own inside joke, making his mate suck in a sharp breath that feels like insecurity.
“What a fabulous present,” he says quickly, before grinning up at him. “And that's all for me?”
“I… yes… I'm,” his mate squeaks. “I'm glad you like it. I think I got glitter everywhere. Even…” He gestures at his glans which seems to be covered with gold leaf under the foreskin. “It's edible…” he whimpers a little when Michael leans closer to check it out.
“Edible, I would hope so…” Michael murmurs, leaning even closer, breath hot, licking his lips when he hears his mate hold his breath in horny expectation. Oh, if only it were so easy… He stops with his lips almost touching the sparkly head, enjoys the short shuddering gasp his mate allows himself, and smirks. “Naw, it’s too pretty to eat.”
“Awwww,” the other whines, dropping his hands to the side petulantly, creating another ripple of the balls–BELLS! “Will you then at least take me for a ride?” He huffs a little.
“Of course I will, love. And don't worry, I’ll taste the glitter later, I just don’t want to lose the sparkle yet.” Michael gets to his feet, starts unbuttoning his shirt, studying his normally rugged mate who is just standing there, trying to look extra pretty and sparkly but looking faintly out of his depth.
You know you are pretty, or else you wouldn't have done this, Michael thinks while pushing down his jeans. It's nice to see this side of his mate pop up every once in a while. If there's anyone who deserves to feel pretty it's him.
Michael leans in for a hungry kiss while he strips, then once he’s naked he heads to the bed and stretches out on his back. “C’mere, gorgeous.”
That seems to do the trick as his mate's insecurity melts away and he immediately grins sexily.
“Ooh... gorgeous, eh?"
The other saunters over humming 'dashing though the snow...' of all things. Which, granted, does fit the theme of the decorations. Great minds think alike, after all.
“Oh, yeah.” Michael grins and pats his thighs. “Right here. I want a really good view of your Christmas tree.”
His mate crawls on top of the bed, straddling him, still humming, 'o’er the hills we go, laughing all the way…' and Michael laughs at the appropriate moment of the song.
“Kiss me.” He doesn’t wait for his mate to respond, reaching to pull his head toward him with one hand, the other going to grab his ass.
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Michael hums into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his mate's hot tongue getting pushed into his mouth demandingly while his ass receives an appreciative squeeze. The other's hardened cock taps against his gold encrusted balls, making the bells ring again.
'Bells on Bobtails ring…'
Hmmm… fuck that's hot…
The other nips at Michael's lip, then puts his hands on his chest and pushes him upright, fingers going to tweak his nipples lightly. Michael moans, pushing his chest out to better feel his mate's touch, knowing full well that the other loves the look of that.
“Hmmm, I love it when you are all sensitive for me, love,” his mate murmurs, his eyes on his thumbs as he rubs both Michael’s nipples. “Maybe we can put on some nipple clamps later?” He grins naughtily before looking down at Michael's jaunty beribboned dick. “But first I'd like to take you for a ride. Don’t know if that makes me the horse or the sleigh, though.”
He pinches both nipples firmly, making Michael gasp and shudder against the pain, the bells ringing with the sudden movement.
“Nice.” The other smacks his lips. “Let’s get those bells jingling, yeah?”
“Hmmmm, sounds good…” Michael hums, wiggling his hips again. “Do you have the lube?”
'Make the spirits bright'
“Yesss… scoot a bit closer, please. So I can get you ready.”
“Oh... hmmmm yes…” Michael whimpers breathily when his mate pushes a slippery finger inside, curling it just so and then gently fingerfucking him with it. It's slow and careful, loving, methodical…
“Hmmm, I love the sounds you make when I do this…” One finger becomes two and Michael bears down on them with a soft moan.
“Well, I love it when you just take what you want from me. Even if it's just with your fingers.” Michael rolls his hips in time with his mate's fingering, the bells chiming softly. It feels good, the strength and the hardness of those fingers inside of him, stretching him. “Ohhh…” But he's already so worked up from decorating himself that he simply can't wait anymore. “But I really want to feel you… oh! …properly now.”
“Hmmm… I would really like that too,” his mate murmurs softly. The fingers disappear and then he feels the tip of his mate's cock pressing up against his hole, pushing inside firmly until the head pops in. Just far enough to get himself lodged up in there without accidentally slipping out. Not far enough to really allow him to get used to its presence.
'What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight.’
It's a lot to take at once. It always is when dealing with celestial bodies and their divine healing. “Fuck…” Michael puffs, “that feels so good.”
The other groans, grabbing Michael’s hips and pushing in further. “Mmm… yes… tell me…”
Michael stifles his moan when he sinks down on his mate's dick. He doesn't want to accidentally wake the princess, after all. “Oh, baby, you always feel so… big… ah! …when you push inside… so hard… oh!”
“Well… maybe that's because to me you always feel so tight, so soft inside… We are perfect for each other.”
His mate then pulls him all the way down until Michael's balls are pressed up against his abdomen and he's taken as much of the other's dick as possible in this position, which sadly isn't as much as he'd like, but it is perfect for hitting his prostate.
His mate goes back to simply caressing his thighs this time, his tempered steel wedding ring, the one Michael gave him last Christmas, glinting against his skin, his own gold band matching its glow even if it’s completely opposite in design. Love and marriage. Who would have thought.
“I guess that makes us go together like a horse and carriage eh?” his mate murmurs suddenly, his eyes on their rings too as if he knew what he was thinking.
“Oh yes…” Michael chuckles at his mate's offhand, slightly dreamy remark. His mind is why he fell in love with him in the first place, isn't it? Though having him be big enough to fill him up perfectly is definitely a plus too. It feels good to be cranked open by his mate's turgid flesh, even when they aren't moving, his body making room for the person who is already in his heart. “You're perfect for me.”
“And you for me.” His beloved writhes beneath him, basking in the heat of Michael's ass. “But I'm afraid I need a little more right now.” With a moan his mate lifts him by the hips only to drop him down again, hard.
“Ah!” Michael stifles his cry with his hand as he gets filled pretty roughly. “Hmmm, yes, give it to me.”
The gentle moment between them passes like footsteps disappearing under a fresh layer of snow.
His festively wrapped dick bobs up and down as they fuck, getting boosted by his balls every time he slips down his mate's thick shaft to settle on his hips and then dropping as far as the ribbons allow them when his mate helps lift him up again. It makes the bells jingle all the way, though his mate keeps wincing with every firm ring as if he expects to get shocked. Michael considers teasing him about it, but then the other suddenly speeds up, a grin on his face as he reaches the song’s joyful rhythm.
‘Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way…’
“Oh fuck... that's…” Michael gasps sharply, his ass tingling from the speed and depth of his mate's thrusts, his cock swelling against its ribbon prison.
He'd been so excited already just from decorating himself, but the ring with the bells stops his balls from drawing up, the ribbons serving to really emphasise their separation and their gold encrusted tightness.
“Are you gonna come for me?” his mate asks him breathlessly. “Cum all over my chest, hmmm?”
“Oh Michael... I can't... I can't…” Michael throws his head back, laughing voicelessly, cursing his own creativity. “The ring… I'm gonna last all evening like this... Everything's tight!”
His mate laughs delightedly. “You look… so fucking fantastic…. Ahhh… I’m definitely not going to last… Do you want me to–”
Michael stifles another loud moan at the half-offer. “N-no… That's... hmmmm... that's okay... I want you to... use me as often as... you want…” He's panting hard in between words. “As long as I... get to come... at the end–” He gets his breath punched out of him then. “Fuck that's deep!”
His mate groans, still grinning. “Oh... I promise... still have to... mmmm... taste that glitter... after all…” His grip on Michael's hips turns bruising as he speeds back up, adding even more vigorous thrusts as he bursts into a gasping song. “Oh… what fun… it is… to ride… FUCK!”
Michael laughs and grabs his mate's nipples for ‘balance’. “Less singing... more fucking... oof!”
His mate gives a strangled cry at the sharp tug on his piercings, hips bucking upward hard. Fortunately his grip on Michael's hips remains firm or he might inadvertently have been thrown right off.
Funnily enough it does sound like horsebells ringing as his mate takes what he needs to come. There's a distinct swelling in the hardness stroking in and out of his ass fluidly, and Michael grabs his own dick, not stroking but squeezing it to keep himself from coming when his beloved does.
“Hmmmm... and maybe you can... do me in front of the... Christmas tree too?”
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“Yes... yes…” Michael's panting, totally agreeing with the tree idea but focused on the 'more fucking' request, soon finding himself teetering on the edge. “Mmmichael...!”
“Yes, love…” his mate grunts when he slams in a bit too hard. “Look at me.... fuck, look at me!”
Oh, believe him, he's looking! The sight of his mate squeezing his gift-wrapped dick to hold himself back, his gold-dusted balls round and firm as the baubles on the tree, pushes him over. His thankfully unconstrained balls pull up as he arches strongly, lifting his mate as he tenses and then comes with a shout that immediately gets muffled by the other's big warm hand.
“SSSSHHHHH! Don't wake... the daddamn baby… I'm not done yet!” His mate hisses, his voice cracking into a giggle while Michael deposits a nice thick load up his ass.
Michael groans as he shakes through his orgasm, hips finally relaxing back down onto the bed, eyes twinkling with mirth over his mate's hand covering his mouth.
‘We definitely don't want to wake the daddamn baby.’
‘No we really don't.’
His mate relaxes too, very slowly, and Michael keeps very still, careful to not accidentally set him off and ruin that golden mirror finish on his cockhead.
“That was great,” the other rumbles happily. “I felt kinda stupid doing this, you know…” He blushes a little to match the red ribbon. “...with the glitter and all…” He scratches at his green pubes. “But I'm glad you like it.”
Michael's heart gives a painful little squeeze at his mate's continued insecurity, even though he knows he must have clearly enjoyed bedazzling himself in the mirror if his readiness stretching those ribbons to their max was any indication. It's like that time when he'd presented himself wearing satin boxers, miles out of his comfort zone, and scared to be laughed at. He still did it and Michael had immensely enjoyed the smoothness of those boxers against his skin and the hard cock within.
“I know I tend to be a bit more boring than you but…” His mate cocks his head and studies his festively bedecked genitals. “I can be experimental sometimes…” he trails off.
Michael gently rubs his palms along his mate's thighs, smiling satedly, though he knows that won't last long. “You are never boring, love. But it's true you are more inclined to dress me in bling than yourself. Which is fine with me. Just makes it extra special when you do something like this.” He strokes a finger down his mate's cock, feeling how it is straining against the ribbon. “Beautiful.”
His mate's blush deepens and he smiles shyly. “I just wanted to look pretty for you,” he states as if the proof of Michael's appreciation isn't still stretching his hole. He wiggles a bit, causing his ass to clench around Michael's shaft and Michael hums.
“Mmm, very pretty. Now, what were you saying about wanting to have sex in front of the tree...?”
The other bends down to kiss him again. “I want you to pound my ass underneath the tree,” he whispers into Michael's mouth before deepening his kiss even more. “None of that soft, squishy stuff. I want you to really enjoy me.”
“Hmmmm….” Michael wraps his arms around the other Michael's neck and holds him in the kiss, slow and languid at first, then growing more urgent as he starts to writhe under his mate until he finally breaks away with a gasp. “I already did really enjoy you, but if you want a change of scenery before I really enjoy you some more, we'd better get on over there to do it.”
“Yes, Sir,” his mate chuckles against his mouth. “We'd better…” He lifts himself off Michael's dick and slowly makes his way to the Christmas tree where he kneels in front of the twinkling lights, looks over his shoulder welcomingly, and then drops onto his elbows, ass arched up and his glorious golden balls on full display. “Merry Christmas.”
“Ohhh fuck…” Michael mutters as he gets to his feet and stumbles a little with uncharacteristic clumsiness at the view of his mate presenting himself– A present under the tree, ha– that inviting asshole already slick with his cum glistening above those amazing golden balls… “Look at you…” He kneels behind his mate, running his hands over his ass before taking his balls in his fingers, squeezing gently as if they were glass ornaments. “And all for me.”
“Oi! Easy on the decorations!” his mate barks and jerks when he squeezes again, a bit harder this time, proving just how sensitive those golden baubles are right now. “They don't make 'em like that anymore, you know.”
His mate's rumbling voice ripples through the air, making Michael chuckle. He taps them with his fingertip, causing the other's glistening hole to twitch teasingly. “They're one of– well, two of a kind. I'm not gonna break 'em.” Michael spreads other's cheeks, opening my christmas present, and presses his cock to the other's waiting hole. “Merry Christmas to you too, love.” Michael pushes back in with a slow, smooth stroke, until his own balls set the bells a-ringing.
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Michael lets out a full body groan when his mate's dick splits him open again and at the perfect angle to have him cry out with pleasure in no time. “Ah!” He lets out a higher pitched whimper when the other sinks in all the way. He scrabbles at the carpet with glitter stained fingers when he pulls out again just as slowly. “Fuck, I can't get enough of this…”
“Neither can I…” His mate continues to move with long, slow thrusts, biting his lip with the effort of drawing it out.
Michael finds himself just breathing in time with his mate's smooth thrusts, his hips moving languidly, his long muscles tensing and rolling as he takes it so willingly. The jingling of the bells sounds peaceful somehow. As if he isn't being expertly sodomized by another man beneath a repurposed symbol of human religion. So naughty… “Hmmmm, love…” he breathes again, moaning with the pleasure building in his loins. “Ohhh yes... you're hitting it... ah! perfectly.”
The other looks positively mesmerized by him, by his cock surging in and out to the rhythm of ringing bells. “So good... feels so good…” he murmurs dreamily. “You take it so beautifully…”
Michael chuckles softly and bites his knuckles to keep himself from becoming too loud. His mate's cock feels hard and big inside his body, and the bells starting to sound like a little victory chime to celebrate each prostate-skimming thrust. “I'm all yours.”
Warm hands slide up his sensitive sides as his mate resettles his weight to really pummel him into the Christmas tree. “Do you… want to… come now?” he puffs, his hips jerking forward sharply at the question that leaves Michael breathless for just a moment.
“No… N-not on... on the carpet... oh! Ceara plays here…” Michael buries his head under his hands, his fingers gripping his hair, dark strands escaping between them.
“Good point,” his mate chuckles and changes his angle just enough to stop continuously rubbing his dick against his prostate. “Where else would you like to come?” the other hums cheekily.
“I want you to... oohoohhh unwrap your present so-ohoohhh I can come down your throat…” Michael imagines his mate unwrapping his gift before wrapping his lips around it instead. “oh fuck that's so good. Please don't stop, don't stop.”
“Shhhh, I won't…” The other speeds up, his hands settling on his hips as he thrusts harder, the merry ringing of the bells getting muffled each time he buries himself all the way.
“Michael... oh Michael... oh Michael…” Michael only manages to softly moan their name now, his breath getting punched out of his lungs every time he surges back in. It's glorious! Raw pleasure coils deep inside his loins just where his mate's cock is rubbing against his prostate even without trying. “Oh please… Mi…”
“Yes.” Then his mate sets an even faster pace, chasing his finish, eyes on the festive ornaments on the tree as his balls batter Michael's own festive ornaments, panting hard and biting his lip in a bid to be quieter this time.
“Yes... please... oh... Michael!” Michael once again grips himself hard to not come all over the carpet, which they would have to have professionally cleaned then and that's expensive! That thought helps him keep it down but barely. He can feel the other swell, his presence in his ass bigger, stiffer as it pushes him open. “Fuck, push it all the way up in there,” Michael grunts.
“Oh… yes!” His beloved slams home a final time, shuddering and groaning deeply as he comes again. “Oh fuck… fuck… so good…”
The feeling of the other's cock throbbing deep inside him feels so amazing. It's nearly enough to set him off anyway. Michael whimpers, shaking from holding himself back and when his mate moves to pull out, he nearly shouts, “Don't!”
He's still squeezing himself hard, still right at the edge and even the barest of movements from his mate will be enough to make him come too. “Just... gimme... a moment... fuck.”
His mate goes still, then hums and rests his cheek against his sweaty skin, still panting slightly. “Take your time.” His voice is a low rumbling purr that Michael can feel all along his back where the other is resting against him.
“Not helping! Nnnngghh-ah!”
He's desperately edging away from his orgasm with slow shuddering breaths. Everything's buzzing, ready to blow. Within his iron grip, his cock is trying to rip itself out of its ribbon prison, and his balls are tight, still tightly separated by the ribbon, so ready to release their load and be done with it. It takes a while but eventually he gets to the point where he thinks he can clench around his mate's cock as he pulls out without coming instantly.
“Okay…” he puffs. “I think? Okay... can you pull out? Slowly!”
“Mm. Yes.” The other plants one more kiss then pulls back very slowly with a happy sigh.
Michael clenches hard around that retreating cock to keep both loads safely inside and not on the carpet. He grunts with relief when the other pulls out completely and nothing slips out. His relief exponentially increases when his mate goes to fetch a short wide plug and pushes it inside without fanfare. To keep him from losing his precious load. To tease him a bit more.
“I love it when I have your cum inside of me, to keep,” Michael murmurs softly, happily watching his mate as he cleans himself up a little while he remains on the floor on his knees with his chest rubbing against the now safe carpet. Submissive.
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Michael smiles. “Mmm. I know. I like that too.” He looks at the other Michael's cock hanging heavy between his legs, still beautifully on display, noting the ribbon looks much tighter now than they did at the beginning. “When do I get to unwrap my present?”
The other shivers. “Can you put down a towel or something? On... on the couch?”
“Of course, love.” Michael presses a kiss to the other's tailbone and gets up to get the towel. “There's no need to get up right now. I wanna enjoy the decorations for a little bit longer still.”
When he gets back his mate is still on display, the skin around the festive red plug glistening with lube and sweat, his balls having lost some of their golden shimmer during their sleigh ride but still pretty and sparkling in the light from the Christmas tree.
Thank you Santa…
Michael spreads the towel on the couch, then adds a soft fuzzy fleece throw over that. Then he returns to his mate and holds out a hand. “Ready for you, love. Can you get up? Or do I need to carry you?”
The other grabs his hand and lets him pull him to his feet. His legs are shaky, his breath too as he stumbles towards the couch where he drops onto the fur throw heavily. Must have gotten a right old reaming, Michael thinks happily to himself. His mate doesn't often get all wobbly legged from sex. No, he tends to save that for special occasions.
He sniggers to himself before kneeling in front of his shaky mate and putting his hands on his knees. The other lets them fall open easily, the bells chiming softly, and his golden balls looking amazing on top of that black fleece. The golden glans is peeking out temptingly, but the ribbon looped behind the head is mostly keeping his foreskin in place.
Michael stares reverently at the display, licking his lips. “It looks so good.” He lightly drags a nail from his mate's frenulum all the way down to the base, playing the overly tight ribbons like strings on a lyre, drawing little gasps and whimpers into existence. The other Michael's cock looks mouthwateringly hard, so hard that surely it must hurt.
“Does it hurt?” He knows it must and he bets it feels pretty fucking amazing.
“It... yes,” his mate puffs out. “But in a good way…” He swallows thickly. “Very good.”
“Good.” Michael traces his fingers very lightly along the ribbon again, this time feeling for the place to begin to untie it, but even as he finds what feels like the place to start, he can't resist leaning forward, extending his tongue to delicately lick that golden head.
His mate slumps in relief at that first lick like an angel's kiss to his swollen cock. “Hmmm.... yes... ow!” he half yelps, half moans when Michael loosens the bow letting blood run where it couldn't before. “Oh, damn…” he grunts and Michael smiles at the edge of respect in his mate's voice. “That is... intense!”
Michael hums. “Nice, huh?” He grins, loosening the ribbon enough that he can fully pull back the other's foreskin and fully reveal the golden glans. “Fuck. That's gorgeous.” He admires it for a moment. “I definitely wouldn't mind it if you did that more often.”
Then he dips down to take the head fully in his mouth. ‘Maybe I should make you a gold glans cap and sound?’ he prays to his mate. ‘To match your wedding ring, to match the steel one you made me?’
“Oh… fuck!” His mate stuffs his fingers into his mouth to keep from moaning loudly enough to wake the whole house. “Michael…! Fuck yes…”
Michael grins around his mouthful, then sets to fully enjoying his gift, sucking firmly, popping off to see if the gold is still there, then working his way down as he unwraps the loosened ribbon, until at last he swallows him all the way, ringing bells heralding his arrival, nose in green pubes that are sadly not pine-scented as he had hoped.
His mate groans and squirms, his jaw clenched, his brows drawn down sharply in obvious pain as the ribbons loosen and then fall away, leaving a flaming hot, tingling sensation behind as blood rushes back out. Michael knows it intimately from the many times he's worn a cock cage for them and he sets to ease his mate's pain with his tongue, sucking and swirling until the other is a panting mess.
“Ohh OhOoohhhHhh… you're so fucking talented.”
Michael pulls back off with a wet pop at the compliment and smiles up at his mate, gold glitter on his lips like exotic lipstick. “Shall we set these free too?” He strokes a finger along the other's seemingly-ready-to-burst balls and imagines glitter everywhere after such a tragic explosion.
His mate actually whimpers when he fondles them, which tells him he should hurry up and release them already.
“Shhhh, I'm on it.” Michael unwinds the last of the ribbon and works out how to open the ring with the bells, setting them to the side with a last little jingle. He holds his mate's newly freed balls gently as he whines at the feeling of returning blood there as well, then gets comfortable and swallows him down again.
“Nnngggh!” His mate's back arches sharply, his hands diving into Michael's hair for stability. “Yes yes ah ahhhh ahhhhhh!”
Michael knows his mate is not going to last long now. Not after edging himself twice and all the sexy decorating that went on beforehand. Before he knows it the other's cock swells impossibly larger and he swallows again, knowing there's no stopping it now.
“Mi… Mi… Mi… MI!”
It's coming quick and hard and Michael braces himself as he feels the first pulse. ‘Yes, give it to me..!’
“Fuck yes!”
His mouth gets flooded with warm, salty cum, almost like a chocolate popping and releasing its soft gooey filling. His mate is shaking and moaning through what looks like a powerful orgasm, staring into the distance with a grimace that serves as a smile on his scarred face.
“That was... wow!” he murmurs softly, his whole body limp and lazy.
Michael has swallowed every drop, cleaning him up dutifully before sitting back and smiling up at his mate, his lips and chin covered with gold. “Wow is right.”
His mate huffs a shaky laugh, reaching for him with quivering hands before pulling him into a warm, salty kiss. With every soft caress of their lips more of the glitter migrates to his chin. “I love you so much,” he hums and their mating bond hums with him.
Michael scratches his nails through the other's now gold flecked scruff and snuggles close. “I love you too. Thank you for the beautiful present.”
They settle in a shimmery naked embrace, surrounded by everything they built together, with love.
“You are very welcome…”
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