Page 19 of A Beginner's Guide to Christmas Miracles
Beck hadnevergone bare with a guy before, but looking into Nach’s eyes, he had the feeling that he could trust Nach with everything, and suddenly he couldn’t stand the idea of something coming between the two of them. It was weird; Beck wasn’t like that—he used condoms. Always. But all his worries just sort of melted away—he fully trusted that Nach was telling him the truth.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time, and I was tested three months ago. I’ve never gone bare before,” Beck admitted, because he wanted Nach to know.
Nach groaned, laid flat, and pulled Beck forward on his chest until he was gripping Beck’s ass. Fuck, Beck could feel Nach’s breath on his dick.
Then his sexy Santa licked at Beck’s cock while his hands were massaging Beck’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart.
“Oh god, Nach,” Beck cried out as Nach sucked him down and inserted a finger into his hole at the same time, and Beck had no idea how Nach had gotten the lube on his hand, but it felt too good to think about it much. His man was magical.
There was so much pleasure that Beck could barely process it. Nach stretched his hole, another finger joining the first, and he rubbed against Beck’s prostate, alternating one finger and then the other, making sparks fly behind Beck’s eyes. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them. At the same time a gentle, warm, pressure engulfed the head of his dick as Nach sucked on him.
“Oh god, Nach. Please!” he cried out.
Impossibly, a third finger joined the first two, and Beck was torn between pushing forward to get his dick further into Nach’s mouth and moving backwards so those delicious fingers could continue to massage him inside. He ended up doing both, thrusting forward and then back, and Nach groaned, “Mmmhmmm,” around his dick, letting Beck know how much he liked that. It was sensation overload, and Beck was close to coming.
“Need you inside me, Nach. Need to feel you filling me up,” he panted, and he moved backwards, groaning as Nach’s head followed for a moment, like his man didn’t want to give up the feeling of Beck’s cock in his mouth.
Then Nach’s fingers pulled out, and Beck felt empty for a moment, but he slid backwards on his knees, his hips lifted up. “Need you inside,” he moaned again, and he felt Nach’s hands under his ass, ready to guide him down.
“Yes, Beckett, my beautiful elf. So sexy,” Nach murmured.
Beck looked down into Nach’s eyes, and they were shining with love and joy. Nach grabbed his cock and pressed it against Beck’s hole, and Beck slid down. They both moaned as Nach’s dick smoothly slid inside Beck.
Holy fucking fuck, Nach was big. The stretch was delicious though—no pain, just the sensation of being filled up. All the while, they stared into each other’s eyes. It was overwhelming and beautiful, and Beck had the urge to laugh and cry at the same time. It was all so much.
Beck closed his eyes as he sank down the rest of the way, but Nach murmured, “Look at me, my beautiful elf. So perfect. So sexy. So warm and kind and generous. You feel so good around me. I have never felt anything so good in all the eons.”
Beck was flushed with desire and pleasure at Nach’s words, and he opened his eyes to stare again into that loving face.
“Fuck, Nach. You fucking undo me. It’s too much,” he whispered.
They stayed that way for a moment, for an eternity it almost seemed, with Nach filling him up, their eyes locked, and Beck swore something passed between them, something magical and deeper than anything Beck had ever felt.
Beck started slowly riding Nach, sliding up and down his shaft, his hands planted on Nach’s chest. Nach thrust up into him every time Beck pushed down, and Beck cried out when Nach’s dick hit his prostate.
Sex had never felt so good, and as much as Beck wanted it to last, he couldn’t help speeding up. Nach’s dick was pushing into his prostate on every thrust now, and Beck’s dick was bouncing against Nach’s belly, and even that felt good. Beck slid his hands forward the tiniest bit until Nach’s nipples were between his spread fingers, and then he squeezed his fingers closed, seeing those tight little peaks between them.
Nach moaned out and thrust even harder, and fuck if Beck didn’t literally see stars. He could only hold on, squeezing Nach’s nipples again, as that fat cock positively pummeled his insides, rubbing him, punching into his prostate, causing tingles to spread through his whole body.
Then Nach was grabbing onto Beck’s cock, and it only took one stroke, his fist squeezing the head, before Beck was coming so hard he thought his soul might have left his body.
Nach opened his mouth, catching some of the cum that sprayed out of Beck’s dick, which only extended his orgasm, because fuck, that was hot, and then Nach was filling him, a warmth and pressure he felt deep inside.
The moment seemed to last forever, both of their orgasms just going on and on, and Beck didn’t know if it was just that he’d never come at the same time as the person he was with (apparently that wasn’t just a myth and could actually happen), or if he was just in some kind of orgasm-haze, but it seemed like Nach actually glowed bright white, and Beck could swear he almost saw glowing white wings before he closed his eyes, falling forward onto Nach’s chest.
They both panted, coming down from the high, and eventually Nach’s softening cock fell out of him. His sexy man wrapped his arms around Beck, kissing him on top of the head and holding him close. Yeah, he was laying in a mess, and yeah, they’d need to get cleaned up, but Beck needed a moment, because he had never had such a powerful orgasm in his entire life. Nach’s arms also just felt too damn good wrapped around him.
He was keeping his sexy Santa. No doubt about it. He wondered if he could talk Nach into moving in. Alan probably wouldn’t mind. Was it absolutely crazy? Yes. But Beck didn’t care.
He just hoped Nach felt the same way.
CHAPTER11
Nachielus
They must have dozed off,which was strange for Nach. He’d felt Beck getting sleepy, and his sexy little elf had muttered something about cleaning up, but then his breathing had been deep and even, so Nachmighthave cleaned them up. Not, like, a miracle or anything. Hygiene couldn’t possibly be considered a miracle. Just a little intentional thinking about cleanliness. That was all. Really.
Nach would have been content to lay there and hold Beck in his arms, because his elf felt like he was made to be in Nach’s arms. He may have also been thinking about how he could stay topside for as long as possible. Surely he wouldn’t be missed upstairs. He could, like, pop in each day to go to “work,” do some paperwork, and then pop back topside to be with Beck. Surely such a plan could work. The commute might be a little far, but he didn’t need to worry about that—perks of being an angel.
