“What’s on your wish list this year?” Samuel whispered.
“You, Santa,” replied Flynn, toes curling into the carpet. “I want you…”
“Want me to what?”
“Make me moan. Make me growl. Make me feel…alive.”
“Mmmm,” Samuel walked back into sight, trailing a hand along Flynn’s bare hip. “I think I can make that happen.”
Slowly, Samuel tugged at the strand of garland, drawing it across Flynn’s bare skin. It sent a shiver down his spine. The angel hooked it on his erection and worked it down his length, sawing it back and forth. The sensation was entirely new to him and nearly made his knees buckle. It took everything he had not to grab Samuel and just have his way with the angel.
He watched as Samuel strolled over to a low chest of drawers, appreciating the view of Samuel’s backside. It would have been all too easy for him to break the hold of the lights, but why ruin the fun while it was only just getting started? He couldn’t see everything that Samuel was doing; only make out the sounds of what had to be the cooler opening. When Samuel turned back around there was a cherry in one hand and the chocolate sauce in the other. Before he could speculate if the cherry was for him, Samuel devoured it. He could hardly contain himself to see what Samuel planned on doing with the chocolate. He didn’t have long to wait. Popping the top, Samuel offered him some, then squirted it over his chest, down his abs. It ran down his body, warmed by his unnaturally high body heat.
It looked like Samuel was coming in for a kiss, but ducked at the last moment, licking Flynn’s chest. Flynn shuddered, eyes closed as Samuel slowly followed the trail of chocolate sauce. From nipples over taut abs, a quick flick of the tongue in the bellybutton, and lower. It didn’t take Samuel long for knees to meet carpet. Flynn gripped the lights, knowing what came next.
Samuel ran his tongue the length of Flynn’s shaft. Flynn sucked in a lip, suppressing the moan that threatened to bubble forth. Samuel needed to work for it. Samuel worked his tongue over every inch, not missing a spot, as he cleared away the chocolate. Flynn kept waiting to be wholly engulfed, only to be cruelly denied. Flynn whimpered with longing. There was a flash of deviousness in Samuel’s eyes as he stood. That look seeped through and brought with it a worry Flynn tried not to dwell on; what were they doing to each other? Where were their little trysts going to take them?
Answers would have to wait for another time.
Samuel had whipped cream.
“What, pray tell, will Santa be doing with that?”
A sly smile tugged at the corners of Samuel’s mouth. He squirted some of the cream onto his finger. “Mmm,” he moaned, popping it in his mouth, mimicking the play Flynn made earlier in the evening. “The possibilities…”
“You’re cruel.”
“Sweetheart, you have no idea,” Samuel practically purred. “A halo doesn’t make me a saint.”
“So I’ve learned.”
Samuel was in the process of walking around him playing with the whipped cream. “Day and night you give and take, please and torture, but nobody ever really does it to you. They don’t really do it for you. Not anymore.”
“And you think you’ve got the right stuff?” Flynn retorted, flexing against the lights binding his wrists.
“Yes,” Samuel whispered in his ear. The flick of a tongue.
Flynn shivered as his angel stepped behind him. There was something very pleasing and erotic about having the angel at his backside. Usually he did the torturing. Usually he was the one playing the role of dominator as Samuel relinquished all power to him. This was…so hot.
A squirt of whipped cream hit him between the shoulder blades. He gasped as Samuel sucked it off while at the same time running hands covered in the sugary sweetness down the sides of his body. One hand dipped south and took firm hold of his erection. The other disappeared from his body, only to reappear in front of his face, offering a cherry he hadn’t known Samuel possessed. He pulled it into his mouth with his tongue, tasting his lover on the fruity red skin. While enjoying the sweet treat he groaned, Samuel’s hand running up and down his shaft, smearing whipped cream everywhere. For fun, Flynn swung his hips backward.
“My, my, is that my present I feel, Santa?”
“Maybe.”
He ground his butt against the bulge. “When can I unwrap it?”
“When I’m done having my fun.”
Samuel made his way back over to the cooler. Their contact wasn’t lasting long enough and it was driving Flynn insane. After a couple minutes of rustling around, he turned, carton of ice cream in his hands. Resting back against the chest of drawers, he began to eat the frosty treat. He took his time, making the normal task as erotic as possible, licking the spoon, moaning as he savored the flavor.
Flynn strained against the Christmas lights. “You really are being cruel.”
“I learned from the best.”
“Yeah…well Santa’s naughty little elf wants his reward,” Flynn said with a well-practiced pout. “You promised.”
“Hmmm…”
“I played your game.”
“You enjoyed it,” Samuel pointed out. “Something tells me you’ll be keeping those Christmas cards close at hand.”
Flynn pulled against the lights a little more. Breaking them would be easy. “They are quite a treat. But you know what’s even better?”
“What?”
Effortlessly he snapped the wiring of the lights, the little bulbs dying out, and in the blink of an eye he closed the space between them. He pressed up against Samuel, pinning the angel to the dresser, his arms to either side.
“Opening my present.”
Samuel dipped the spoon into the ice cream. “I’m not quite sure you’ve been sufficiently naughty enough.”
“Oh, I’ve been naughty,” he whispered, “trust me.”
He took the spoon from Samuel, devouring the dollop of ice cream, then tossed the spoon over his shoulder. The sweets had been a nice treat to their usual foray in the bedroom, their lusty game of cat and mouse, but he wanted to get his hands on the prize. He reached for the carton of ice cream, snatching it from Samuel. Ever crafty, the angel used the minute distraction to duck away.
Flynn turned, slowly advancing on Samuel, forcing the angel one step at a time backwards toward the bed. He could tell Samuel was enjoying having the tables turned. As much as he loved the game his scrumptious little angel planned, he also understood Samuel tended to seek him out when the angel wanted to give up the leadership role. He was greatly aroused by Samuel’s desire to take the lead, to be the dominant, but it was time to turn the tables and make the angel melt.
Something he happened to know how to do with the tiniest amount of effort.
He continued his advances until the back of Samuel’s legs hit the bed. The angel fell to the mattress. Flynn continued forward, driving Samuel along the length of the bed. On his hands and knees, Flynn pursued Samuel, back on top where he liked to be. There were no protests from Samuel as he leaned in for a kiss, fevered lips meeting. With his tongue he explored the nooks and crannies of Samuel’s mouth, tasting traces of the whipped cream, the chocolate, the ice cream. He shuddered as the cool burn passed into his mouth and he felt like he was sucking on ice. Too many months apart. He wanted to make Samuel scream his name.
Hands began to explore exposed skin, following the contours of all too familiar muscles, until his fingers brushed against the white fur trim of the red boxers Samuel wore. He playfully tugged at them while moving his lips along Samuel’s jaw. Samuel squirmed. The fabric did little in deterring Flynn from getting his hands on what he wanted, wrapping his fingers around his favorite toy.
“Ho, ho, ho,” he whispered in Samuel’s ear. “Santa got me just what I wanted this year.”
The angel gasped, back arching. Something flashed in his eyes.
Flynn ran his hand up, slowly tracing his fingers along the length of Samuel’s shaft.
“How should I tease you…”
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br /> “Please don’t,” it came out a strangled plea.
“And miss all the fun?” Flynn said, gazing into Samuel’s eyes. “Santa got to toy with his elf. Now it’s time for the naughty elf to make Santa squirm, make him beg.”
Another heated kiss choked back whatever Samuel had been planning to say. Flynn tugged at Samuel’s lower lip, nibbling. He kept his hand in place, a firm hold on Samuel’s erection. Over bare skin he left a trail of kisses and nibbles, licking here and there, reveling in the sounds of pleasure seeping out of Samuel. Knowing he had the power to set the angel on fire only served to make him more aroused. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer, desperate to reach the promised high, knowing how alive it would make him feel. But at the same time he wanted to draw it further, make it last, not yet ready to part.
Kneeling, Flynn hooked his fingers in the boxers and began to teasingly draw them off, making sure that in the process he rubbed the fabric against Samuel’s engorged erection. The angel grabbed fistfuls of the blanket. The article of clothing was tossed aside.
Flynn licked his lips. “Oh, Santa,” he said, taking in the view of Samuel nude, “you really shouldn’t have, I’ve been such a bad boy this year, but if you insist…”
He got to work with his hands and tongue, rubbing and licking, remembering all too clearly how Samuel had teased him. Every inch of Samuel’s skin was tasted, touched, enjoyed, all except for one spot. Flynn was careful to keep away, drawing out the pleasure Samuel experienced. The demon figured it said something about his abilities to please when he heard Samuel curse a number of times. Each naughty little word made Flynn smile.
“I thought you wanted to play with your toy,” Samuel gasped at one point.
Having been in the process of kissing Samuel’s inner thigh, Flynn gazed up the length of the angel, their eyes meeting. “Always save the best for last.”
He wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base of Samuel’s shaft, bringing the tip to his lips. His tongue darted out, sampling a taste of his lover. The sound that issued forth from Samuel was a mix of a moan and growl. Flynn parted his lips, drawing Samuel in.
“Fuck…”
He took in a little more, sucking, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
“Oh God…”
Flynn arched an eyebrow in surprise, but didn’t stop. Teeth, tongue, and hand soon had Samuel begging for mercy. Reaching down, Flynn rubbed his own cock, knowing the bittersweet moment was drawing ever closer. Neither of them would be able to hold out much longer. He gave Samuel one last lick.
“I…”
“What?” Samuel got out between breaths.
He ran a hand along Samuel’s thigh. “I want to fuck you.”
“No.”
The word caught Flynn by surprise, actually made him falter. No one, not even his beloved angel, had ever denied him a request before. Of course, most of them were too caught up in the spell he wove that they weren’t entirely sure what was going on, their bodies ravaged with lust and pleasure. How often he forgot that Samuel was different, so strong willed despite a desire to be dominated by another. Something must have registered on his face because Samuel sat up, kissing him.
“Not yet,” he said, looking into Flynn’s eyes. “You said it yourself, save the best for last.” He dragged Flynn down, chest to chest. “Now are you going to make Santa happy or not?”
They lay there a moment, pressed together. Flynn could feel Samuel’s firmness against his own. He thrust, rubbing his shaft along Samuel’s, quivering. “Always.”
Flynn kept thrusting, knowing he was only moments away from flying higher than he ever did with his playthings. Unlike with the humans he pleased, Flynn kept his eyes on Samuel, watching the waves of building ecstasy on the angel’s face. Out of nowhere, Samuel bit down lightly on his shoulder. Flynn growled. Pain was a pleasure in its own right.
“Do it again.”
Samuel complied, following it up with a quick lick. “You’re a tasty sticky mess.”
“I had…some help.”
“Mmmm.”
Samuel’s hands traveled down the length of Flynn’s body, cupping his butt cheeks and pulling him in closer. By now Samuel was matching Flynn’s motion, though off just slightly, creating more friction. Flynn couldn’t take it any longer, the orgasm rocking his body. He may have cried Samuel’s name in a moment of intense pleasure, losing himself entirely to the moment. He caught just a glimpse of Samuel, the look on the angel’s face enough to suggest their experience was mutual. He fell against his angel, chest to chest, feeling the racing heart of his lover. Neither of them moved for what felt like the longest time. With each minute that ticked past, Flynn’s high gave ‘way increasingly to depression. Their game now done, Samuel would be bidding him farewell. That darned melancholy returned.
He moved, shifting his weight. He grinned devilishly. “Well aren’t we just a lovely mess.”
“The best kind,” Samuel sighed, a dreamy look in his eyes.
Flynn bit the inside of his cheek.
“I have been with you long enough to tell there is something on your mind,” Samuel said, poking him in the shoulder. “Out with it.”
For that brief moment they seemed like a normal couple. Just two men caught up in the afterglow of lovemaking. Oh, if only it could be so then things would be so much easier. Aside from the fact Flynn would never let Samuel leave the room. Ever. They would spend countless hours teasing one another, never spending a moment apart. It would be perfect. Dare he even hope for even a glimmer of such a life?
“Flynn?”
“Stay.”
The one word earned him a set of raised eyebrows.
“Please. For me.”
Was he begging, is that what it sounded like?
A heart beat passed. Then Samuel reached up, took firm hold of Flynn’s horns, and pulled him in for a kiss. Lips met in fevered passion, a touch of hunger always lingering. Something stirred within Flynn, deep inside, something he had never quite felt before. It burned in a satisfying yet aching way. Somehow he knew that if left unchecked, it would devour him, whether that was good or bad remained up in the air. There was, however, one nagging little thought that refused to be swayed by the lush lips of an angel.
“For you,” Samuel spoke, his breath ticklish on Flynn’s ear, “because you asked, yes, I will stay.”
Just what exactly was this little affair of theirs doing to them?
“Besides,” Samuel said, reaching between them to wrap his fingers around Flynn’s already stiffening erection. “It seems like Santa’s naughty little elf isn’t quite done.” He rolled Flynn and was suddenly straddling the demon. His hand was busy doing titillating things, drawing feathery designs in very delicate places. It was doing an awesome job of driving away Flynn’s worries. In fact, it was making it harder—no pun intended—to concentrate on much of anything. “After all, Santa’s still feeling horny and Mrs. Clause is nowhere to be found.”
“Like she would know how to make you moan.”
That devilish grin returned. “Oh, and you think you have that power?”
“Haven’t I already proven that?”
“Maybe I need someone to jog my memory.” By now Samuel was making little thrusts with his hips.
“I think I know just the person.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Yes,” he groaned. “Now if you’ll just…fuck, Sammie,” he practically whispered.
Samuel leaned closer. “Nobody but you calls me that.”
“Sammie, Sammie, Sammie.” He was cupping that ass he so loved.
“Flynn…”
He didn’t want to hear what Samuel had to say, claiming those lush lips with his own. Wherever the conversation had been headed didn’t matter, words forgotten as lips and tongues found other things to do.
* * * *
Eventually they parted ways, all good things coming to an end. Every second they spent together raised the risk of being discovered; which neither of t
hem wanted. As he said goodbye, Samuel saw the flash of pain in Flynn’s eyes, something he never expected to witness. And it started him thinking. Why did the demon have to possess such a hold over him? He never really considered himself to be pure of soul, not when his brothers were making miracles and he was out fighting off the darkness. Even amongst the angels, he walked a different path. Just one more reason he kept finding his way back to Vegas, no doubt.
And always into Flynn’s arms.
He knew the likes of similar demons, the way they fed off of human souls via waves of lust. He wasn’t blind to the truth, Flynn still did that sort of thing, he saw it with his own eyes. But things were somehow different between the two of them. For a while he thought maybe Flynn got some sort of high off of him, after a while he realized even though he was right, he was also wrong. Flynn wasn’t feeding off his soul. Flynn needed him as much as he needed the demon. But why?
Sitting on the edge of a desert cliff some distance from the abandoned house, Samuel let memories of their time together flood his senses. Deep down, he knew what they were doing would be seen as wrong, two halves that should never be a whole. He also knew that only the demon had the power to make him feel so alive and he would risk whatever might come just to keep seeing Flynn. Sure, the others wouldn’t understand and that was there problem, not his.
He needed his demon, yearned for Flynn every minute of every day. It was an addiction he didn’t think would soon end, not that he cared in the least. Let things run their course, no matter how much he got burned in the long run.
Samuel watched as a bank of clouds slowly rolled over the sky, devouring the stars. In the distance he could see the sparkling, shimmering lights of Vegas and within its depths was his lover. Shame they couldn’t spend more time together. Shame they were destined for quick visits like the one they’d just had and all the others before. Unless perhaps, he fell. But did he want to give up part of himself for love? Was that a step he even wanted to take?
He needed time to think it over.
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