Page 27 of The Krampus's First Christmas Gift

Suddenly a cold burst of wind swept through the cave. Snowflakes whisked past. The flames flickered, and Jasper shivered. Kraghol grabbed some furs and pulled them over them.

“There. Now you are safe from the cold,” Kraghol said.

They faced each other beneath the soft furs.

Jasper cupped his throat. “Touch me. I want to feel your hands on my bare skin.”

Kraghol reached out. But his gaze seemed to snag on his own furry hands. He hesitated as if he couldn’t comprehend that Jasper would want those hands on him.

But Jasper was not above begging. “Please. Please, Kraghol. I need your touch.”

Tentatively, the krampus slid a hand down Jasper’s chest. Jasper whimpered at the feather-light caress. Emboldened, Kraghol ran his hands over Jasper’s torso, constantly glancing at Jasper’s face, as if needing the reassurance that Jasper actually wanted this.

Jasper’s hands settled on Kraghol’s hip as he gave the krampus time and space to explore. He moaned as Kraghol stroked his skin, hands wandering over the planes of his stomach, flank, and chest.

He saw the nervousness shift to awe in Kraghol’s eyes. His touch grew firmer, bolder, and more confident.

Jasper panted. He squirmed. His cock ached, tenting his drawers.

Jasper tugged at the cloth that wrapped around Kraghol’s waist. “Can I take this off? I want to see all of you.”

Chapter

Fifteen

“Are you sure?” Kraghol’s head swam. He felt dizzy with lust and the scent of Jasper. Still, he could not comprehend that Jasper could actually want him!

“Yes.” Jasper’s gaze roamed Kraghol’s body before fixing on his cloth-covered dick. His hand once again tugged at the fabric. But he didn’t remove it. He waited for Kraghol to respond.

With shaking hands, Kraghol undid the tie himself, letting the fabric fall away, revealing his thick dark-grey cock with its flushed, almost black head.

“Fuck,” Jasper whispered.

Before Kraghol had time to comprehend exactly what that meant, Jasper wrapped his hands around Kraghol’s stiff prick and squeezed. Kraghol groaned, eyelids drooping.

“You’re huge. So thick. And long.” Jasper moved his hand up and down, fingers bumping against the ribbing that circled Kraghol’s cock.

Kraghol shivered. He knew he was rather large. Thankfully, Jasper didn’t seem to mind.

Jasper stroked him, hand sliding over the pronounced head. “Does that feel good?” he whispered. Still stroking, he leaned inclose, breath brushing the skin of Kraghol’s throat. “I want to make you feel good.”

“It feels incredible.” Kraghol placed a hand on Jasper’s side. “But I want to see you too. Will you remove the rest of your clothing?”

Jasper grinned. “With pleasure.” He lifted his hips. With his free hand, he shoved at his drawers. But he seemed unwilling to release Kraghol’s dick from his grip for even a second. So Kraghol helped, dragging the drawers down Jasper’s thighs.

Jasper’s cock slapped against his belly, leaking drops of pre-cum. The flushed head called to Kraghol’s mouth. He yearned to wrap his lips around it and suck. But for now, he wrapped his hand around Jasper’s length and stroked.

“Oh!” Jasper cried out.

They jerked each other. The sound of their moans, their heavy breathing, and hands stroking cocks filled Kraghol’s ears. The scents of their arousal mingled between them and danced on Kraghol’s tongue.

His gut tensed as the pleasure coiled inside him. “Jasper.” Kraghol stared into the eyes of the young man, unable to comprehend how they’d gotten here. “You’re so beautiful.”

Jasper’s eyes gleamed. “I find you quite appealing too.”

Kraghol opened his mouth to say something, because how could that be?

But then Jasper placed a hand on Kraghol’s chest, pushing him onto his back. He straddled Kraghol and released his cock. “Now I want to taste your massive dick.” He licked his lips.