Page 60 of The Krampus's First Christmas Gift

“What?”

Jasper licked his dry lips and tried again. “Pocket. Oil. Fuck me.” Words were hard. “Please.”

Kraghol’s hands shoved into his pockets, searching. He found the oil. Jasper heard the cork being pulled out. The sweet scent of almond oil wafted. A second later a slick, furry finger probed at his hole.

Jasper gasped as the finger slid in. “More.”

Kraghol added a second finger. Than a third. They stretched and prepared Jasper.

“Please!” He begged. “Please fuck me! I want you to fuck me. Right now.”

Kraghol tugged his fingers free. He moved in behind Jasper. The thick head of his cock kissed Jasper’s entrance.

Jasper reached up, fingers wrapping around Kraghol’s neck. “Take me. I’m yours.”

Kraghol paused. And for a second Jasper worried he’d said the wrong thing.

Then Kraghol growled. “Yes. Mine.” And he shoved forward, thick, long cock stretching Jasper impossibly wide.

“Yes!” Jasper cried out as Kraghol’s dick opened him up and filled him completely.

Kraghol’s hips met Jasper’s. He held still for a moment, his cock buried deep. Jasper squeezed around the dick inside him. Kraghol grunted, hands digging into Jasper’s hips.

After a moment, Kraghol withdrew, until just the tip of his cock remained inside Jasper. Then Kraghol shoved forward. The ribbing along his dick tugged on Jasper’s rim.

Jasper keened.

Then Kraghol was fucking Jasper, shoving into him, hard and fast in a punishing rhythm. “Mine. All mine.”

“Yours.” His hand on Kraghol’s neck tightened. “Just yours. Only yours. No one else’s.”

Their bodies slapped together. Jasper jolted with each powerful thrust of Kraghol’s hips. The bells that Kraghol wore jingled.

Jasper gasped, trying to get air into his aching lungs. His dick steadily leaked. His balls pulled up tight against his body. “Oh!”

One hand snaked around Jasper’s chest. The other gripped Jasper’s hip. “Mine. You’re mine, Jasper.” Kraghol rammed into him, snarling and grunting as he fucked him. “All mine!” Then he angled his hips.

Jasper’s vision blurred as Kraghol smashed into his prostate. Every time he snapped his hips, he nailed that spot over and over and over until Jasper thought he might faint.

Jasper’s mouth fell open. “Close. I’m so close.” His stomach tightened. Bliss scorched his nerves. He screamed as his orgasm hit him. Cum shot from his dick, splattering against the brick wall.

Kraghol howled as he thrust once. Twice. Three more times. Then he buried himself inside Jasper and held still. He shuddered, spilling his seed deep inside Jasper’s body.

Their heavy breathing filled the cold, night air.

“Fuck,” Jasper sighed. “Fuck, that was so good.”

“It was.” Kraghol slowly withdrew.

Jasper flinched as Kraghol’s length slid from his body. Cum slid down his crease and down the insides of his thighs. Trying to get his breathing in order, Jasper reached down and tugged up his drawers and trousers.

He grimaced. He definitely needed to properly clean himself. But he hadn’t planned that far ahead when he came outside. He was just glad he’d brought the oil.

He turned to face Kraghol. He leaned against the wall. He smiled. Kraghol leaned in and kissed him, soft and slow, hands cupping his cheeks.

Jasper’s body buzzed with sated pleasure. He stroked Kraghol’s shoulders and arms, affection bubbling up inside him.

I love you.