Page 18 of A Beginner's Guide to Christmas Miracles
“Why, Santa, is that a candy cane in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?” Beck teased, wiggling his hips a little on Nach’s very hard cock.
Nach chuckled, then moaned, and then his gaze fixed on Beck’s. He really did have the most beautiful eyes. They were full of warmth, and Beck imagined he saw love in them as well.
“You’re so beautiful, Beckett,” Nach whispered, and then they were kissing again, and Beck grabbed Nach’s bottom lip between his teeth and gave a little bite, and Nach made the most lovely rumbly sound.
“Less clothes,” Beck panted, and he climbed off Nach, stripping the man’s sweater and throwing it… somewhere. Then he grabbed the top of Nach’s pants and boxers, and his sexy Santa obligingly lifted his hips so Beck could pull them both down.
Beck stood back, admiring Nach’s body for a moment. Fuck. He had a total dad bod, which just did it for Beck. He had a sexy smattering of hair across his chest and on his legs, and his cock was flushed red, a wetness at the tip to show how turned on Nach was—it was so fucking hot.
Nach was eating Beck up with his eyes the whole time, and Beck stripped his boxers off to let his own cock break free. Nach licked his lips at the sight, and when Beck gave his dick a nice stroke, tightening his fist as he got to the head, Nach whispered, “So beautiful.”
Beck had never felt sexier.
“Please,” Nach moaned.
“What do you want, my sexy Santa?” Beck asked, stroking himself again. Nach watched, enthralled.
“Let me taste you, please,” Nach begged, and Beck’s dick jumped in his fist at the thought.
Beck groaned and nodded his head, and then, before he could move, Nach was on his knees in front of Beck, his hands on Beck’s thighs, and he swallowed Beck down in one smooth motion.
Beck cried out at the heat and tightness of Nach’s mouth. Beck wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t a slouch in the size department either, and he was amazed when Nachs’s lips pressed against his skin. Apparently Nach didn’t have much of a gag reflex, and when he swallowed around the tip of Beck’s dick, it was almost too much.
“Oh god, you’re gonna make me come!” Beck cried, and Nach pulled off. He licked Beck’s dick like itwasa candy cane, every so often softly sucking on the head, swirling his tongue around.
“Fuck, Nach. I can’t. Get up here,” he cried when Nach swallowed him down again.
“You taste even better than your amazing homemade chocolate chip cookies, and I didn’t think anything was better than those,” Nach said, standing up.
Beck smirked and pushed his sexy guy back until he fell on the bed, then he climbed on top and straddled Nach, kissing him again like a starving man.
When Beck kissed over to Nach’s ear, the man moaned out, “I can’t get enough of you, my sexy elf. You’re so perfect. So beautiful. You shine with joy.”
Beck chuckled. “You make me joyful, Nach. God, you’re sexy.”
Beck kissed his way down Nach’s chest, pressing his hard dick into Nach’s leg as he slid down (and keeping Nach’s hard cock against his own body, because fuck, it was hot feeling how big and hard Nach was against his skin). He stopped at Nach’s pink nipple and gave it a lick, sucking gently when Nach made more of his sexy sounds. He nipped at it, and he could feel Nach’s dick jump against him.
He slid down further and licked at the drop of precum on his sexy Santa’s cock. Beck moaned—Nach tasted sweet, like chocolate and marshmallows—and he took Nach into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and gently pressing into the slit, looking for more of that wonderful flavor.
“Oh my sweet Beck, you feel so good. Your mouth feels better than heaven,” Nach gasped, breathing heavily.
Beck smiled as he took Nach into his throat (he was no slacker at blowjobs either), gently caressing Nach’s balls with his hand at the same time. The sounds coming out of Nach’s mouth made Beck hump against the bed, because fuck, it was hot, and he needed some friction against his dick.
“Beck, please. By all the archangels, please,” Nach cried out.
Nach’s dick felt even harder in his mouth, and his balls pulled closer to his body. Beck popped off his dick, proud that he had brought Nach so close to the edge.
“Do you want to come in my mouth, or do you want to come inside me?” Beck asked, leaning up to look at Nach’s face. Nach’s eyes went wide at the mention of coming inside Beck. Oh yeah, Nach seemed like anal was definitely an option. Hallelujah. Beck checked in, just in case. Nothing was sexier than consent, after all.
“Do you want to fuck me, Nach? Because I would really love to ride you, my sexy Santa,” Beck purred.
Nach groaned and nodded his head frantically. “Fudge, yes. I want to be inside you, be one with you.”
Beck smiled when Nach said fudge. His sexy Santa was so fucking adorable. He slid up Nach’s body and straddled him, leaning over to his bedside drawer to pull out the lube.
“Fuck, I don’t have condoms,” he admitted. He hadn’t had sex in… well, a really long fucking time.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I haven’t been with anyone in longer than memory, and I cannot give you anything,” Nach said, looking up into Beck’s eyes.
