Page 88 of Don't Shoot Me Santa

Kenny smirked. “I see. So six orgasms wasn’t enough. I’ll adjust my performance metrics next time.”

He then made his way downstairs and into the kitchen where Chaos immediately woke from his basket, leapt out and jumped up at him.

“All right, boy.” Kenny chucked him a treat. “Let me make him something to eat, then you can go see him.”

Chaos padded back and Kenny made the snacks, then balanced the tray while climbing the stairs with Chaos impatient, weaving between his legs.

“Someone missed you,” Kenny said as he shouldered open the bedroom door and Chaos leapt onto the bed in a flurry of limbs and licks.

“Was it you?” Aaron asked dryly, ruffling Chaos’s ears while dodging a swipe of tongue.

“No.” Kenny dropped down on the bed beside him. “It was me.”

“Ha ha.”

“I miss you even when you’re right in front of me.”

“Okay,stop.” Aaron laughed, wrangling Chaos down to the foot of the bed while Kenny set the tray on the bedside table and nudged him over with a hip. “And I meanyou, for the record.” He shoved Kenny. “You’ve turned me into actual goo. Any more melting and I’ll fuse with the mattress.”

“That’s fine by me. You’ve already ruined the sheets.” Kenny kissed the side of Aaron’s neck. “And I can absolutely get you gooier.”

“Please don’t. I have to live in the real world at some point.”

“Yousaydon’t…” Kenny trailed a hand across Aaron’s hip, “…but your body says, ‘go ahead, ruin me again.’”

“Not without food.”

“Then eat.” Kenny shoved half a toasted sandwich into Aaron’s mouth.

Aaron took a bite, then moaned. “Oh, mygod. You went to the Forager’s? This is thegoodbread.”

“And the good cheese. And the red pepper chutney you called ‘sex in a jar.’”

Aaron bit again, talking around it. “You know the way to a man’s heart.”

“I did spend four hours inside you. Think I know the way to all your parts.”

Aaron barked a laugh and winced. “I said don’t make me laugh. I think my abs have detached.”

Kenny curled in closer. “Eat. Then we’ll reassess the structural integrity of your core.”

Aaron gave a breathy laugh, more wheeze than chuckle, but picked up the toastie again and took a bite.

Kenny leaned back on his elbow, watching Aaron devour the food, assessing him. Always assessing him. Checking on him. Reading him. Then, “By the way…” He tilted his head towards the window. “It’s started snowing.”

Aaron froze mid-chew. “No.” He tossed the rest of the toastie down, scrambled across the bed, Chaos hot on his heels, nails clicking over the floor as Aaron threw open the curtains. “Liar!”

Kenny laughed, deep and low andsmug. “Look at that.” He winked. “Full recovery confirmed.”

Aaron didn’t even get the chance to roll his eyes before Kenny grabbed his wrist and yanked him straight back onto the bed. The tray clattered to the floor. Chaos huffed, trotting out of the room as he’d seen this show before and had no interest in the encore, then Kenny was on him. Pinning Aaron down, stealing the taste of cheese from his mouth.

And after that, he fed him.

Then fed on him. And off him.

And he made Aaron come again.

And again.