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“That may be the most romantic way someone’s ever told someone else they hated them,” I say, and lean in to take his lips again when my phone beeps in my pocket. As much as I don’t want an interruption, I assume it’s a message from my grandma.
Grams
You were late, so I left without you. I think you’ll be happy with the alternative plans for your evening. Breakfast is at 9:00 a.m. sharp. There are pajamas for you both under the tree.
“What’d she say?” Austin asks, his lips trailing over my neck while my attention is on my phone.
“She’s out for the evening and expects us both at breakfast in the morning. In matching PJs.”
He laughs, his breath tickling my ear before he pulls back so I can see his face. “I think I’m going to like your grams.”
“I’m certain she’s going to love you, which will cause all sorts of hell for me.”
Austin shrugs. “Worth it.”
“Absolutely,” I say, without a drop of irony.
We stand there, taking in the moment in the glow of my favorite tree in the entire apartment.
“Well, if we have until 9:00 a.m., how will we pass the time?” Austin asks, his voice wicked.
“Oh, I have some ideas,” I say, taking his hand and leading him down the hallway. We walk back past the large tree in the living area with the presents underneath it and up the stairs to my room. “And you won’t be needing those PJs quite yet.”
“Mmm,” Austin hums, and I’m grateful Grams gives the staff Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off. “I know I have a thing for the Santa suit, but this tux is really working for me too. What other types of suits can you inspire an obsession with? Bathing suits? Maybe a clown suit?”
Make that very, very grateful.
Soon enough, we’re behind the closed door of my room. There’re so many ways I want to show this man how much I love him—I’m not quite sure where to start.
He steps forward and envelops me in a hug. Our bodies press together at every matching point we have, and he squeezes me tight. It’s a hug full of love and affection, and I can feel his relief at having me in his arms, of being back in mine. And in that instant, I know exactly what I want.
“Austin,” I start.
“Hmm?” he hums, the noise content.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Chapter 25
Austin
I pull back to look at Brody’s face. What I find there is nothing but trust and love, but I have to check.
“Are you sure? Really, it’s okay?—”
“I’m not saying I never want to top you again, but I’m ready. I want to share this with you.” He seals his words with a kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips and asking for more. I open, allowing his tongue to tangle with mine. My hands run up the side of his body, across the front of his shoulders until they find the lapels of his jacket. I push toward the back of his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.
His hands undo the sash of my jacket and start to repeat the same motion. He pauses when his fingers meet skin and pulls his mouth away. “Are you shirtless under here?” Finishing the job of pushing the jacket off my shoulders, he takes in the sight of me, hat, suspenders and pants. I know it’s a good look from checking the mirror earlier, but Brody looks like he wants to devour me.
“Okay, I think I’m beginning to understand your Santa kink,” he says, running his fingers over the elastic holding my pants into place. He pulls the suspender back slightly and lets it go, so it snaps against my nipple. I hiss, and he immediately bends, pushing the fabric out of the way so it hangs off my arm, and licks away the sting on my skin with his tongue. The snap on the other side is harder, but I’m ready this time, and the immediate hit of pain turns to pleasure with his warm, wet mouth circling the tight bud.
With the suspenders off my shoulders, the pants fall to the ground. It’s a good thing too, because my cock is leaking enough to form a wet spot through my underwear. Shirtless in the Santa suit is one thing, but commando felt a bridge too far. He reads my mind. “I wondered if I’d find you bare under the pants too.” His finger slides under the elastic of my boxer briefs with dancing Santa Clauses on them, starting under my belly button and tracing to my ass crack. He brings his finger back to the front, dipping further in to swipe some pre-cum from my slit. My knees come close to buckling at the touch.
“Obviously, it would have been too messy,” I say, a growl leaving my chest as I watch him bring the liquid from my cock to his mouth. “You’ve got too many clothes on.” I step so we’re chest to chest. “Do you have more of these shirts?” He nods.
“Good,” I say, before tucking my hands between the halves and with a ripping motion send several of the buttons flying. The bowtie I forgot to consider holds the shirt together at his neck. “You know,” I mutter, all too aware Brody’s trying not to laugh at my annoyance. “If I knew how to tie one of these things, I might make you wear this and only this while I fuck you.”
“I’ll teach you,” he says, extending his face up for a kiss. I slide the bowtie from the collar and undo the final button in the appropriate way. Brody holds up his arms, and I take care of the cuff links holding the shirt on his wrists.
