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“Daddy! The cage!”
Gareth didn’t falter at Ben’s words. “You can come with it on. I know you can.”
“No, I can’t! Please!”
“Come for me, boy. You can do it.”
Gareth increased his speed, tilting his hips slightly to ensure he hit Ben’s prostate. Ben keened his approval. Gareth’s heart raced as his spine and groin tingled with the first signs of his impending orgasm. He panted and groaned, wanting to make Ben come first but unsure if he could with how turned on he was. Lifting a hand, he tweaked Ben’s nipples alternately and raked his teeth over his shoulder.
“Come for me,” he ordered.
His body clenched as his climax roared through him. He continued to thrust until he was too sensitive.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll unlock you and help you out,” he murmured.
Ben sighed and relaxed in his arms. “No need, Daddy. I’m good.”
Gareth withdrew and lifted to his elbow, peering at Ben’s cock. The cage was covered in come. He chuckled. “I knew you could do it.”
“It’s a different sensation than a normal orgasm,” Ben said. “I don’t think I came as much as I do without it. It was more like a wave of warmth flowing over me.”
“Did you not like it?”
Ben smiled lazily. “It was still great, just less powerful, I suppose.”
Gareth rolled Ben to his back and kissed him. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
Ben hummed, returning the kiss. He pulled back with a start. “It’s Christmas!”
Gareth chuckled. “It is. Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
“Merry Christmas, Daddy.”
After another lengthy kissing session, he dragged Ben to the shower to wash off and clean the cage. Gareth had told Ben he could go without the cage that day, but Ben insisted on having it back on after his shower.
“I don’t think this can be classed as a punishment anymore,” Gareth huffed. “You like it too much.”
Ben winked. “You’ll just have to find something else to punish me with.”
“I can think of several things we’ve yet to try.”
Ben squeaked when Gareth pressed him against the tiles., the cold teasing his nipples and cock. “No, Daddy! I want to open the presents!”
Gareth sighed. “I guess Daddy’s attention is not good enough when gifts are involved.”
Ben giggled. “Not today.”
Gareth slapped his ass. “Cheeky bugger. Get clean.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Once they were clean, Gareth helped Ben into his new Christmas pyjamas, with himself following suit in a matching set. He threaded his fingers through Ben’s and pulled him towards the stairs, his stomach churning. As much as he believed he knew what Ben’s answer would be, there was always a chance he was wrong.
He walked into the living room first and stopped, sliding his arm around Ben’s shoulder. “Merry Christmas.”
Ben gasped, his hands covering his mouth as his eyes filled. “When did you… How… What!” He gaped at Gareth.
Gareth chuckled. “Santa must’ve left them.”
