Page 53 of A Little Christmas! 4: Song
Hearing stories of the life she, Ms. Lottie, and Zachy’s grandfather, Tomas, had lived in their younger years, painted a picture of the upbringing Zachy had benefitted from. The way he’d welcomed Song into their home and lives without a moment of hesitation or fear that it would cost him his place in their home was rare. In a society that encouraged competitiveness, they’d shown him by example what it meant to truly love and refuse to compromise.
Now those wonderful ladies were out hitting all the after-Christmas sales, attempting to stock up on all the art supplies, candles, and journals they’d need for the next leg of their journey. Gage’s old man had always told him that life was way too long to live unhappy. It had been a pleasure to learn that Song had been raised with the same motto. Between the three of them, they were slowly starting to teach Cooper that the measure of a man wasn’t found in what he accomplished at the office, but in what he created at home. After seeing some of the gifts he’dpicked out for the boys, Gage couldn’t wait to see what happened when he completely cut loose.
“Are our boys ready to see the treats Santa has for them?” Gage asked, closing the door behind him despite the fact that they were the only ones in the house.
His boys grinned as they sat up to show him the nipple clamps they had on before they crawled in a circle, preening before they dropped down to show him their tails, butt plugs firmly in place. Cooper had even put reindeer antlers on their heads that perfectly matched their furry, jingle-bell-covered collars. Gage felt his cock swell as they did a cheeky little wiggle dance to make all the bells ring. As eager as he was to get his hands on them, there were a few things he wanted to say to hiselffirst.
Striding over to Cooper, Gage tangled his fingers in Cooper’s hair, knocking his hat askew as he tugged him into a kiss. “Thank you for getting them ready for me.”
“I’ve been dying to see them that way since you unwrapped the box.”
Chuckling, Gage kissed him again; the image of the unboxing was one he doubted any of them would forget anytime soon. He glanced over to see their boys perfectly positioned, shoulder to shoulder, watching them. Catching their eye, he stroked Cooper’s hair and inclined his head, waiting to see which of them caught on to the game first. Neither moved, so he stroked Cooper’s hair again. This time Song grinned and ran his fingers through Zachy’s. Cooper caught on too and winked before he palmed Gage’s cock through the thong he had on under those chaps.
Zachy mirrored him, a seductive dance beginning to take place as Gage and Cooper touched, stroked, made out, and wound their arms around one another while getting to enjoy watching their boys do the same.
Zachy whimpered, the sound one Gage recognized to mean that he was getting close, so he took his hands off Cooper, who did the same to him, drawing pouty glares from their boys.
“Hmm, why such sad faces? Gage asked, resuming the low, rumbly Santa voice he’d slipped into when he’d entered the room. “Santa can’t deliver packages to sad, frowning boys.”
“Awe, but Daddy, sad, frowning boys are the ones who need presents the most,” Song said while Zachy just folded his hands into the shape of a heart beneath his chin.
“There may be some truth to that,” Gage said as he knelt and rummaged through the red velvet bag he’d filled with toys and refreshments for them.
Their iced teas he placed on the table beside the box of Stroopwafels Cooper had found when we’d been picking up a few more holiday decorations. They had no interest in those things, not yet anyway; their eyes were on the bag, waiting to see what else Gage pulled out of it. He let them wait a few extra moments too, just to ramp up the anticipation when he started removing floggers, ticklers, fur mitts, and cat claws that he laid out in pairs on the table. He locked eyes with them each time he laid a new item on the table, savoring their reactions before he reached back into the bag again.
Zachy kept licking his lips while Song rubbed his fingers against his thigh in a steady, constant motion. Behind them, Cooper positioned the huge, overstuffed beanbag chairs so the boys would be comfortable once they started playing with them.
“Get comfy, boys,” Gage told them. “But face away. I don’t want you to see what’s coming.”
Their jingle bells jingled as they positioned themselves, asses up, and tails wagging. Gage loved the way they’d taken charge by selecting the gifts they knew would get them exactly what they wanted so they could give up control while ensuring they’d get all their needs met.
Gage passed Cooper a mitt, and they mirrored each other as they warmed them up, rubbing the soft side over every bit of exposed skin before flipping them to introduce the bits of metal embedded in the fur. They both preferred light, almost ghostly brushes of them over heavier, scratchier drags of them over their skin. Watching the goosebumps crop up over their bodies was exhilarating. The way they arched, mewed, and wiggled their backsides was exciting as hell, as were their shivers of anticipation as Gage and Cooper swapped their mitts for the cat claws that fit over the tips of their middle three fingers.
Gage took up the tickler in his unclawed hand, locked eyes with Cooper, and nodded. The first brush of feathers against Song’s side made him gasp; the next made him giggle. Little hiccupping gulps spilled from Zachy, a sure sign that he was trying to hold his giggles back. Cooper read the moment beautifully and redoubled his efforts with the tickler until Zachy was giggling out loud and squirming too.
Gage lured Cooper into getting the claws involved, tracing trails over the Song’s flesh while Cooper did the same to Zachy. Sliding his hand beneath Song, the tickler abandoned beside his thigh so Gage could feel his heavy balls and dripping cock. The moment Gage touched him, Song’s hips began shifting shallowly as he rutted against Gage’s hand. His tail was right there, so Gage ran the claws over his ass cheeks, making him clench and rock a little more, until Gage gripped the base of the tail with his claws, making certain Song felt the sting of them inching towards his hole.
By the time Gage gave it a few light, gentle tugs, Song was whimpering and rocking back against it as Gage shallowly fucked him with it until he spurted precum against Gage’s palm. Beside them Zachy whined, so Gage glanced over to see Cooper withdrawing his hand from beneath Zachy, the same way Gage drew his hand out from beneath Song, who let out a grumblygroan that certainly sounded disgruntled. All those noises changed when Gage danced just the tips of the flogger up his back and ghosted them along his side before flicking it to brush over his ass.
While Zachy loved fast, stingy strikes and the sound of the flogger impacting his thighs and rear end, Song loved to be swatted in between light taps and a whole lot of rubbing and brushing of just the ends over his body.
Moving around Song, Gage made sure to leave his thighs and backside pink by the time he was done and was pleased to see that Cooper had done the same with Zachy, giving him just enough so they’d feel it when their clothes brushed against their skin later. Their arms were folded beneath their heads, and their bottoms were high as Gage and Cooper laid the floggers aside so they could trace the tiny welts they’d left.
There was a lot more dripping going on when Gage palmed Song’s cock. He was so close to coming that he’d started quivering the more Gage stroked him and occasionally pinched one of the welts.
“Do you want us to make you come like this? Gage asked, leaning over Song’s back to growl in his ear.
He knew Zachy heard him because first he cried out, and then he started begging.
“Like this,” Song declared, damn near demanding as he rocked more desperately against Gage’s hand.
“You’re both so beautiful this way,” Gage growled, rubbing his beard against Song’s backside as he continued to stroke him from behind. “You’re pink all over now, shivering, needy, and so worked up that just the slightest prickle of pain would send you over the edge, wouldn’t it?
He pinched one of the welts as he said it, drawing a desperate cry from Song.
“Daddy!” Song wailed, coming all over Gage’s fingers.
His release left him slumped in the chair, eyes barely cracked open enough to see Gage feed his cum to Zachy, who licked Gage’s fingers clean, then whimpered when there was none left to suck off. Gage could see in his eyes that he was almost there, so he drew a claw over his back as Cooper continued stroking him.