Page 46 of Mistletoe and Mayhem
The way Elijah’s body responded told Alistair his answer before Elijah said it out loud. He squirmed, breath catching at the thought, and his cock gave another kick. He was so damn sexy.
“Yes… Please…” Elijah panted.
Slipping off his glasses and setting them safely aside, Alistair replaced them with the blindfold, putting a hand on Elijah’s chest to check in with him before sitting back.
“I’ve noticed you’re still needy for touch, Eli. I wanted to give you a chance to just feel for a little while.”
“Oh, gods.”
Alistair smirked at his response, pushing to his feet so he could get the box of things he’d collected to tease his telepath. He kept his mind blank so Elijah wouldn’t know what was coming, pausing as he turned around and took in the sight of Elijah naked except the ribbon decorating his skin under the tree.
“You’re so godsdamn sexy.”
“Alistair,” Elijah whined.
He smiled to himself, but the image of Elijah all trussed up under the tree was definitely one of his favorite parts of this holiday. Maybe he’d make this an annual thing.
“Alistair!”
Chuckling, he kneeled beside Elijah, leaning to kiss him soft and slow, teasing him with hints of tongue and teeth just to make him whine again. It was one of his favorite sounds.
When the whine turned to a whimper, he gave in and turned to the box, pulling out a sprig from the tree that had fallen off during the trip home. He dragged it along Elijah’s collarbone and down the center of his chest, watching as his telepath gasped and arched into the touch. Next came the feather that teased over Elijah’s nipples and tickled his neck. Another holiday ribbon trailed over his cock and inner thighs. He alternated between textures and sensations until Elijah was moaning almost constantly and his cock leaked like a fountain. Only then did he whisper the spell to unwrap the ribbon around his legs, spreading them wide without releasing his hands.
When he trailed the ribbon lower, over his balls and taint, Elijah arched with a choked sob. His mind was a whirlwind of demands and pleas, the gentle touches not nearly enough for what Elijah wanted.
He gave in a little, lifting Elijah’s hips higher and switching the ribbon for his tongue.
“Ungh, Alistair!”
Each swipe of his tongue was slow and light at first, like the ribbon had been, but it wasn’t long before Elijah’s cries got the better of him, and his control slipped. He pushed his tongue inside Elijah’s quivering hole, fucking him with it, until the pitch of Elijah’s voice changed, and Alistair knew he was seconds from coming.
“No!” Elijah cried in protest as he pulled away.
Chuckling, Alistair blew cool air on Elijah’s spit soaked hole, loving the way his back arched, and he shuddered hard.
“You’re my present, Eli. Remember? You’re not coming until I’m inside you.”
“You really are evil!” Elijah gasped, moaning when Alistair pushed one finger inside him. There was lube in his box of goodies, and he coated his fingers in it before pushing in again.
With his legs free, Elijah tried to plant his feet so he could ride Alistair’s fingers, but Alistair wasn’t having it. He pushed Elijah’s knees against his chest, twisting his fingers and rubbing against the front of his channel to scatter Elijah’s thoughts. His telepath wailed, head thrashing, but with the way he was pinned, his wrists still bound, there was nothing he could do but take it.
Nhg. That thought was too damn sexy. If Alistair didn’t get moving, he was going to embarrass himself.
Pulling his fingers free, he slicked up his cock and moved Elijah’s legs around his hips, pressing a kiss against his lips. “Use your magic, Eli. Share with me.”
Elijah’s magic swelled, and the echoes of pleasure exploded through Alistair’s mind and body as he pushed slowly inside Elijah’s hole. He knew better than to think he could go slow when Elijah used his magic like this, so he didn’t even bother to try. He waited for Elijah’s body to adjust, which didn’t take long given how often they ended up wrapped around each other like this, then bucked hard, picking up a rhythm guaranteed to get them both off.
“Alistair! Alistair! Oh, gods!”
Elijah’s release swelled, Alistair felt it coming, but after all that teasing, there was no hope he could hold back. It slammed into him, and the echo of it hit Alistair like a lightning bolt, ripping his release from him and making him shout. He rode it out until Elijah stopped twitching, and Alistair felt drained, then he collapsed to the side, pulling Elijah with him and twining their legs together.
Elijah’s arms looped around Alistair’s neck, reminding him that he was still wrapped like a present. He chuckled, reaching to pull him free.
“No, leave it,” Elijah demanded, tightening his grip around Alistair’s neck. “Now you can’t get away.”
He was teasing, and he followed the sentiment with a sweet kiss, but Alistair felt the need to tell him anyway, “I never want to get away. If I could, I’d spend the rest of my life like this. Wrapped around you. You’re my greatest gift, Eli. I’d do all the hard stuff again if I knew you were waiting for me under the tree at the end.”
Snickering, Elijah pressed a kiss to his lips, the love and devotion overwhelming their bond. “Same. I love you, Alistair. Happy Christmas.”
“Happy Christmas to you, love.”
A very happy Christmas indeed.
The End