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“I’ll take over from here, Taehyung.”
“Thanks a bunch, Jimin,” Taehyung said, shooting a grateful smile at his best friend, kind and sympathetic, stretching his body and patting the side of the lovingly lacquered wooden sled, before heading up to where the reindeer were, the head reindeer and the guide of the entire team, Yeontan, giving him an affectionate pat and a kiss, “Thanks to you guys too. Without you, some people wouldn’t have had Christmas presents.”
“The quota of naughty has increased over the past few years though, hasn’t it Taehyung?” Jimin inquired, taking the reins from Taehyung, and absent-mindedly petting Yeontan, who huffed and scratched the ground with his front hooves, “I heard the big guy up in the North has lamented the decrease in present distribution over in his area.”
“Not my problem, and it’s still a pain in the ass,” Taehyung said, clearing his throat when Jimin shot him a look, “But of course, it’s worth it. I don’t know how he used to do worldwide trips in a night,” he groaned, twisting his hips, “Just doing Korea is taxing enough. And I’ve barely made it to the four o’clock mark.”
“Well, thank you for all your hard work, Taehyung ssi,” Jimin said, gesturing to the cabin, breath coming up in white puffs, hints of a smile around his mouth, “I’m sure Jin hyung is waiting up for you, as usual, ready with hot cocoa and a steaming bath drawn for you.”
“Sounds like an absolute dream,” Taehyung said, immediately perking up at that, giving his best friend a pat on the shoulder, “Take care of the boys, will you? And remind me to call in Hoseok hyung tomorrow. Mickey might need some treatment for that ankle of his. Seems like he’s getting on a little bit. Nothing major, just needs some preventive care. And some extra food for Gureum - he more than made up for his weight tonight.”
“Will do, Taehyung! Good night, good rest, and merry Christmas,” Jimin said, making a shooing gesture.
“Merry Christmas!”
Taehyung hurried across the snowy plains, making his way away from the landing site and the reindeer stables, and towards the cluster of cabins, most of them with darkened windows, one of them, his cabin, one of the largest in the centre of the dwellings, still holding its soft, warm glow of light.
He frowned a little when he found the door locked - his baby was usually ready for his arrival, opening the door even before he climbed the steps of their little patio, with warm kisses and cuddles.
Taehyung groused a little when he fumbled for his house keys, pushing his hands down in the pockets of his red suit lined with a white fur trim, unlocking the entrance to his house.
Flinging the door open, he saw why his little helper hadn’t opened the door.
A grin spreading across his face, Taehyung stepped through the threshold and shut the door behind him to keep out the biting cold.
There Seokjin stood, in a matching suit, except his was clearly tailored for the bedroom; off the shoulder, sleeveless top that tapered down to his waist with laces in the front, Taehyung realising that the top was really a bustier, a fishbone corset of sorts. And if that wasn’t enough to get his blood burning with desire and all warmed up, he licked his lips as his eyes slowly slid downwards, seeing a pretty bell-like skirt that barely covered the tops of Seokjin’s thighs, creamy, firm fair skin on flagrant display, along with black, thigh-high boots that had stiletto heels, making the impish elf look even more slender and seductive.
Merry Christmas Kim Taehyung, he thought to himself, feeling all the blood begin to pump to a particular place in his body, unable to control the wide, dopey smile on his face as his lover sashayed towards him with intent.
“I spy a mistletoe,” Taehyung whispered, pulling in Seokjin close by his hips, letting his other hand skate the naked skin of his shoulders.
“They’re everywhere,” Seokjin laughed, eyes glimmering with amusement, sinking into the embrace, warming Taehyung’s body up, “Look around you.”
“Then - I suppose I’m going to have to kiss you for each mistletoe you put up,” Taehyung concluded, peppering Seokjin’s cheeks with kisses, making him giggle, “Merry Christmas baby.”
“Merry Christmas to you too, Santa,” Seokjin replied with light-hearted ease, sliding his arms around Taehyung’s neck, “How did the present distribution go this year?”
“Smooth, smoother than last year. Helps that the weather was all calm and the skies were clear,” Taehyung murmured, nuzzling the smooth curve of Seokjin’s shoulder, breathing in what smelled like cinnamon and ginger spice blended with his musky perfume, an enticing and delicious scent, “Mickey was fantastic, and the rest of the reindeers all helped to cover him. And of course, couldn’t have done it without Yeontan. Head of the herd. My loyal and sweet Tan.”
“We’ll give them all treats tomorrow,” Seokjin stated firmly, smiling, “So glad to hear that. In fact, you’re a little earlier than usual. I’m glad. You’ll get to have a longer rest this time around.”
“Is that why you decided to get all gussied up in costume this year?” Taehyung asked, a wicked gleam in his eyes, the hand on Seokjin’s shoulder sliding down to fondle his chest, fingers curving together to tweak a nipple, Seokjin squeaking and flinching at that, “Couldn’t wait for me to give you your present?”
“Your present last year was a bunny costume - so I decided to pre-empt it this year,” Seokjin said, eyes dancing with mirth, lips pushed together into an alluring pout as he spoke, distracting Taehyung, “After all - you won’t get me the same present every year, right Santa? You’d get me something a little different, always so generous.”
“For my little minx, of course,” he whispered huskily, drawing Seokjin closer, “Anything and everything. Couldn’t have done it without you,” Taehyung said, letting his hand creep lazily up the hem of Seokjin’s skirt, skimming the delectable thigh, before feeling up the curves of his ass, cock hardening when his hand met with nothing on the naked globes, the tips of his finger brushing against what felt like straps of a thong, “Head elf and Santa’s little helper.”
“So sweet,” Seokjin said flirtatiously, leaning into Taehyung’s body, his hips moving oh-so slightly, rotating gently, until Taehyung’s erection was flush against his own, beginning a gentle grind, “And - what about my Santa? I wonder if he’ll get a present this year?” He pretended to think, Taehyung tempted to snap his jaws around the finger that landed on those obscenely pillowy lips, “I don’t know if he was more naughty than nice - and I’d be the best judge of that.”
“I’d like to think I was very nice,” Taehyung played along, pushing forwards to capture Seokjin’s earlobe, “And nicer when I was being naughty - I know you like me when I’m very naughty.”
They laughed together at that, warming Taehyung up more than anything else could’ve.
“Mmm. Well then, I guess I made the right decision. I have all the little presents prepared, Santa. Hot chocolate, a warm fire, and a hot bath drawn - just for you,” Seokjin murmured, tilting his neck, allowing more access to the ravenous resident gift bringer mouthing him there, “Just how you like it.”
“Sounds like heaven,” Taehyung replied, his hands roaming all around Seokjin’s body, “But you dressed the way you are - all gussied up and wrapped up like a present just for me - I think I’ll need a little something before all that, nice as it is.”
With a gasp and laughter, Taehyung scooped Seokjin up into his arms, carrying the pretty elf all the way insjde, to his large old oak work desk, setting his best helper down on the surface, pushing away the maps and documents and lists and plans to the side, some of the scrolls rolling up and landing on the floor in a heap.
“Mmm - so - needy,” Seokjin said in-between hungry kisses Taehyung stole from his mouth, a successful attempt to silence the little helper whose tasks comprised of more than just helping him in the production of toys and in preparing for Christmas night. The two of them eventually sank into warm and relaxed kisses, simply relishing and revelling in the sweet touches of lips and tongue, dipping in and tasting from the heavenly wells that gave a zing in Taehyung’s nerves, spiralling down and accumulating in his groin, especially as the kisses given to him were accompanied by adoring sensual caresses on his forearms, sleeves pushed up, Seokjin coursing his hands across his hair sprinkled musculature.
Breaking the spree of kisses, Seokjin examined Taehyung’s face, while Taehyung took some time to drink in the sight of Seokjin’s full lips all kiss-swollen and reddened.
“I think Santa needs a shave,” Seokjin observed, his hand cupping Taehyung’s jaw, admiring the rough growth of stubble all over his chin and his upper lip, having neglected to groom himself over the hectic week prior to Christmas Eve, “But of course, only if he wants to.”
“And what does my little helper want?”
Seokjin paused for a while, face carefully innocent, eyes wide when he mused, “I’ve always wondered what the bristle of stubble feels like…”
Taehyung felt giddy with lust when the naughty elf hinted by parting his thighs and leaning backwards, flashing a bright red thong that left nothing to the imagination.
A large hand sliding downwards to cup Seokjin’s bottom, the other moved swiftly and made quick work of the flimsy little thing, ripping it apart and discarding it onto the floor, breath quickening when Seokjin’s half-erect cock bounced into view, freed, his taint, his balls completing the much needed sight - along with the telltale moisture that stained his thighs and the line of his ass, hinting to Taehyung that Seokjin had prepped himself in advance.
But just as he was about to partake, Seokjin stopped his shoulders from advancing with his thighs, Taehyung rising up in impatience, giving him a mock glare.
“Oh,” Seokjin said, breathless and giggling, placing a palm atop Taehyung’s chest, a futile motion to have him stop, “We shouldn’t do it here, in Santa’s workshop,” he teased, a few more giggles escaping when Taehyung bit his shoulder, laving the rounded edge with his tongue, working his way in light nibbles to the indent of his clavicle, “I should pick those up - really Taehyung - let’s take this in the bedroom.”
“Later,” Taehyung said, stopping to smile up at Seokjin, gut tugging at the play of being coy and kittenish, “We’ll go another round in the bedroom. But for now,” he straightened, running his hands down the velvety fabric of the skirt to Seokjin’s bare knees, “Let me have you here, tonight.”
Not taking no for an answer, he swooped in to capture those succulent lips in his once more, ferociously kissing Seokjin into submission, feeling the elf’s sinuous body grow pliant under his, his nimble fingers finding the hooks of Seokjin’s corset top, unhooking them one by one as his helper was distracted.
Taehyung relished the look of surprise on Seokjin’s face when the top slid downwards, to reveal pert nipples hardened to pebbles - a sign of arousal.
“I should give you your present now, since it’s Christmas and all,” Taehyung murmured, slinking away from Seokjin, loving how the elf seemed petulant at being left high and dry, disoriented from all the fondling and handling and suddenly being left with nothing but cold air, searching in the drawers of his desk for a small, wrapped up box, handing it to Seokjin, “Merry Christmas baby.”
He chuckled at the glimmer of excitement in Seokjin’s eyes, the elf’s pretty crooked fingers wrapping around the box instantly, the state of his undress forgotten, “What’s this?! Is it a ring? Diamond? Or sapphire? Or maybe a semiprecious stone?” Seokjin said, clearly managing his expectations despite his hopeful tone, Taehyung reaching over to stroke his cheek with affection, making a mental note to purchase a big, fat 24-carat diamond ring for his lover on the twelfth day of Christmas, watching him eagerly strip away at the wrapping paper to open the velvet box.
Realisation dawned in the elf’s eyes, and he snapped his gaze up at Taehyung, narrowed eyes and accusing, “Th - this is a - !”
“Can’t adults have presents? And don’t blame me; aren’t you the one in charge of product lineup? Which means that there was approval from you to have these in here, hmm?” Taehyung said, wiggling his brows and shaking the box, grinning at Seokjin, triumphant that he had one-upped the usually articulate elf, who was turning redder by the minute, “And don’t get me wrong, no judgment at all. The naughtiest presents have been reserved for the nicest people… how apt. Since you were so, so, so good to me throughout this year… in the bedroom… in the kitchen… on the factory floor… in the backroom of the grove… day, afternoon, night…”
“I think I still deserve a proper ring,” Seokjin said, a little sulky, crossing his arms over his chest, as Taehyung took the ring from him, pressing kisses down his neck.
“Don’t worry, baby. Don’t you know me by now? I’d lavish you with gifts, for all twelve days of Christmas,” he murmured, flipping Seokjin’s skirt up and away, slipping the ring on, and hearing his lover gasp as the cold metal slid down to the base of his cock, greedy eyes fixed on how the ring seemed to shrink as Seokjin’s cock grew to full tumescence while he fondled and stimulated his balls and taint, “I’m going to spoil you crazy, like I always do, my sweetheart.”
By the time he dragged his eyes away to look at Seokjin’s, pure lust had overtaken the elf, and he purred, hands on his belt, undoing the straps and the buckle, Taehyung groaning when a bold hand cupped him hard, “Fuck me, Santa, fuck me hard.”
It was little snippets of moments like this, gems that would crop up now again, that threw Taehyung off-kilter. One night, Seokjin would be as shy and sweet as a virginal chaste nun, as if uninitiated into the world of sexual pleasures, giving Taehyung the delight of unravelling him and peeling him apart until he was in throes of unbridled passion. The very next morning, Seokjin would be riding his morning wood, fucking himself and bouncing up and down like a sexual deviant, using Taehyung for his own pleasure, lust raging out of control.
Swinging from extreme to extreme, allowing Taehyung to sample the spectrum of his sexual dispositions was the one of the greatest gifts Seokjin had given to him.
The other, of course, being his love.
Stripped of his trousers and his underwear, Taehyung pulled Seokjin’s needy hands away, catching his delicate wrists when the pressure and pumping of his hand on his swollen cock became too much, giving his bottom lip a scolding bite, leaning in and encouraging Seokjin to rest his booted legs on the shelf of his shoulders, lean and supple body exposing his ass. Taehyung prised his cheeks apart, to reveal the sumptuous pink rim, dripping with lube, clenching around nothing and inviting Taehyung to fill him with cock.
“So pretty, all for me,” Taehyung muttered, guiding his shaft and pressing the burning blunt head against the winking hole, both of them gasping a sigh of relief when the tip popped through, Seokjin gripping Taehyung’s upper arms for dear life, writhing as much as he could in his limited capacity, urging Taehyung to fill him, fast and hard and quick.
“Please, please, oh, don’t tease, not tonight,” Seokjin pleaded when Taehyung slowly slid deeper and deeper, inch by inch, the tight channel of muscles clamping down eagerly on his cock, the stretch so, so pleasurable sparks were flying before his lids, he had to stop pushing forwards, feeling the himself teeter on the brink of a climax, “Don’t stop,” his lover quipped impatiently, clacking the booted heels together in a bid to draw Taehyung deeper.
“I’ll give you my full length, baby, fuck you into oblivion,” he whispered, laughing when Seokjin shivered with anticipation at those dark words, “Just - give me a few seconds,” moaning, he pressed a hard kiss on Seokjin’s forehead, closing his eyes against the erotic visuals Seokjin presented; laced corset top loose and hanging off his middle, nipples tight and engorged and begging to be licked and suckled like candy, body flushed a sweet, sweet pink, complementing the shades of red they both wore, “You can lie down if you want, baby.”
“I want to hold onto you,” his lover murmured stubbornly, clinging onto Taehyung’s neck, body folded in half, hands and legs resting on Taehyung’s shoulders, “Hold you while you fill me up and spill all that hot, nasty come inside of my body.”
“Baby turned filthy,” Taehyung grinned, more like grimaced when the tight band clenched all around the base of his cock, balls tightening, giving up with the teasing, deciding that the cock ring was more than enough teasing for the night, self-control collapsing, “I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget, Jinnie baby.”
Large hands drifting down to those ample hips, Taehyung drove them forwards as his hips snapped in tandem with the move, Seokjin letting out a strangled scream and a pleased moan, his cock driven to the hilt, the sweet little hole hungrily swallowing and working the entire length of his erection. Without holding back, Taehyung began a brutal pace, humping and pumping and fulfilling his promise - fucking Seokjin’s brains out against the desk, plunging his fully engorged cock again and again into that tight hole, not allowing any moment of reprieve even when he pulled out, doing so only to thrust back in.
Breathing, panting, gasping, moaning - all were let loose and Taehyung swore that their neighbours - Namjoon and Yoongi - would’ve been woken up by the sounds of their rough fucking, if they were asleep. And if they were awake - then he was damned sure that they were fully aware of the naughty deed going on in Santa’s little hut - and would probably tease Seokjin incessantly when they attended Christmas lunch later in the afternoon that day.
Not that Seokjin was thinking about the delicious meal to be had, Taehyung thought with a slight triumph, looking at his lover’s lust-glazed face, lips parted and drooling slightly, eyes shut with pleasure. For all his prim and proper outwardly demeanour, his lover was a raging hedonist - he just needed the right person to push the right buttons - so when his Seokjin indulged, he would indulge with great appetite.
For both food and sex.
Tilting his hips and angling himself slightly, Taehyung began powering home, no mercy for his lover whose eyes flew open and the change in pace and in focus, shaking his head, body pulling as taut as a bowstring and all muscles quivering from a pleasure Taehyung knew was emanating from the very core of his body, radiating through his bones and his nerves, hammering at that one spot where Seokjin was most sensitive, most receptive.
“N - nooo - !” Came the high-pitched squeal that pierced Taehyung’s ears, probably penetrating the wooden walls and carrying over to the entire village, Seokjin in absolute, delightful torment as he underwent what was probably the deepest and most penetrating of all orgasms, encouraged by the cock ring held in place now by the throbbing, pink and purple cock that begged for release, Taehyung letting his baby go after kissing his cheeks, easing him down on the spread of the table to watch.
Hands scraped against the wooden surface, nails clawing desperate in reckless abandon, as Seokjin pulsed again and again, his back arched beautifully, Taehyung swearing even his nipples were twitching, feeling the sweet, sweet regular squeezing of his ass all around his own erection, pumping a few more times, before letting out a shout of his own and ejaculating wild and hard and fast inside his lover.
Even when he had come down from his own high, Seokjin was still trembling from his aftermath, Taehyung littering kisses on his shoulders and his chest, on his neck, deciding to work of those boots to allow Seokjin to release some steam.
True enough, when he had pulled off the heavy thigh-high ‘fuck me’ boots, Seokjin’s toes were curled tenderly, showing the extent of what Taehyung had wrought on his body.
All the while he was careful not to pull his cock out from Seokjin’s sweet depths, wanting to bask in the glory of the wet warmth within, recalibrating his own breathing and admiring the pretty picture Seokjin made on his work desk, predicting he would be reminded of this moment in time from here on out, and would probably sport an erection every single day.
It was worth the torture, Taehyung thought to himself, smirking.
Once he had recovered enough, and Seokjin’s shivers were now spaced out a little more, intermittent little waves travelling through his body as opposed to constant waves of unbearable pleasure, Taehyung light traced the tip of his finger down the length of Seokjin’s cock.
His lover jerked at his touch, catching his gaze and giving him the widest, biggest pleading look, topped off with the sweetest pout that would make the sweetest Christmas pudding pale in comparison.
“Oh… release me please… please…” the whispered begging was Taehyung’s undoing, reminding him of last year with the bunny outfit, when he had used a curiously shaped vibrator with an innocuous bunny tail on the end to work Seokjin into multiples, until he was a sobbing, boneless heap in his arms, “I need - I need to come,” he hiccuped, tears spilling down his cheeks.
“Shh, shh, oh baby,” Taehyung cooed, gathering Seokjin in his arms, soothing him, “You really know how to push all my buttons, don’t you?” He teased a little, tucking away dishevelled locks of Seokjin’s hair behind his ear, “How are we going to be able to push your limits?”
Another hiccup, and then a petulant, “We always push my limits - and yours.”
“No lie there,” Taehyung conceded, hefting Seokjin upwards, keeping his grip strong so that his lover could completely recline in his arms, “I’ll free you from the pleasure pain, my Jinnie, if you promise that I can do whatever I want with your pretty, precious body over the next twelve days of Christmas.”
He burst out laughing when there was a pause, and then a cute, mumbly voice mumbled, “Weren’t we going to do that anyway?”
“We were, cutie,” Taehyung chuckled light-heartedly, feeling Seokjin relax in his arms, “But I was thinking of revisiting that vibrator I got for you last Christmas.”
Instead of earning an outraged slap on his arm like Taehyung braced himself for, Seokjin’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing a little, lips parting to let out a little, breathless, “Oh.”
Seokjin would be the death of him, Taehyung reflected wryly, feeling his cock twitch a little, slowly letting Seokjin back down, now that his body wasn’t so overstimulated and sensitive, “For now, just lie back down baby and relax, you look so beautiful and fucking sexy all spread out on my work desk.”
“Deviant,” Seokjin said, but obligingly did as Taehyung asked.
Reluctantly, Taehyung retracted his now flaccid cock from Seokjin’s hole, a whine emanating from his lover, and, unable to resist the temptation, prodded around the puckered rim, seeing it contract and wink, to his delight, thick streams of come leaking out and streaking down his ass.
“Tae - “ another plaintive whine resounded.
Taehyung bit back a laugh, knowing that Seokjin was desperate now, reverting to his name as opposed to the teasing use of the word ‘Santa’.
Turning a little serious, and attuning himself to Seokjin’s body, he fell quiet, taking in the rise and fall of Seokjin’s breaths, the twitches that would’ve been imperceptible if he wasn’t so keen, sliding downwards and looking at the quivering shaft, engorged and dripping come from its head, the ring glistening beautifully against the base, shiny silver with a single diamond studded in the middle.
Perhaps next time, if Seokjin wasn’t so desperate, he would snap a few polaroids for his little album of salacious Seokjin photos for his private perusal.
He lapped at the tip, locking gazes with Seokjin, hips canting upwards in protest, the bulbous tip bumping against Taehyung’s cheek. He laughed softly and pressed Seokjin’s hips back down, keeping them in place, devilishly giving his cock a suck, before licking and kissing and nipping at the twitching length. Seokjin threshed and moaned, feet kicking out into the air, bucking and body tensing when Taehyung suddenly freed him from the cock ring, setting it loose and allow freedom, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking, sending Seokjin careening off the cliff into another orgasm, the sobs and cries of pleasure pure music to his ears, better than the carols and songs sung over and over during this time - never tiresome.
Taehyung greedily and stubbornly kept his mouth fastened over the head of Seokjin’s cock, swallowing and gulping down the essence of his lover’s release, even as he threshed and struggled and whined under his large, firm hands keeping the nubile body in place, giving up after a while, collapsing on the surface as his hips pulsed upwards involuntarily, in tandem to his squirting.
Once the last of his come had been sucked up, Taehyung wiped and licked his lips, and clambered upwards, nuzzling Seokjin’s satiny cheeks, joining him in his brief repose, enjoying these intimate moments of the aftermath of sex just as much as the sex itself, loving that he was privy to these moments where Seokjin was completely at ease and vulnerable.
“I think you screamed the village down, baby,” Taehyung teased gently, licking at Seokjin’s heated nape, “I’m telling you now so you’d be prepared for all the looks and the innuendos that everyone is going to throw your way later today - especially from Hoseok and Jimin.”
“And you too,” Seokjin shot back, pouting at him, his cheeks on fire at that.
“Yes, my baby, but unlike you, I don’t get flustered by those comments. I embrace them,” he grinned, pulling away to face his beautiful treasure, “But I don’t want you to be too affected. They’re going to have to put up with the sounds for the next twelve days - heck - the next year and the year after and after that.”
The appalled look Seokjin gave him didn’t fool him for a second.
Unfazed, Taehyung gave Seokjin a charming smile, his long, slender artful fingers touching the drying come on the soft skin of Seokjin’s belly.
“I think I’ll take you on that offer for a hot bath now. And have hot chocolate while I’m soaking.”
A sweet smile formed on Seokjin’s face, the look Taehyung loved on Seokjin, knowing his lover enjoyed taking care of him and fussing over him, something he loved in turn, indulging in the attentions lavished on him.
“I’ll get it ready then.”
“But you have to join me,” Taehyung issued the caveat, unable to help himself, pressing a soft kiss on Seokjin’s pouty lips, “Let’s have a nice relaxing soak before bed?”
“Sounds delightful,” came the sweet response.
Taehyung smiled, knowing he held the world’s greatest gift in his arms, grateful and happy that he was blessed, each and every year, with the reminder of why Seokjin was good and great, and how they were simply perfect, belonging to one another.
Heartfelt and loving, he hoped Seokjin knew the depth of his gratitude and his love.
He would never stop showering his lover with them.
And as if Seokjin heard his thoughts, plump lips brushed gently against his ear.
“Merry Christmas, Taehyung.”
He softened, cuddling Seokjin close and tight, snug and warm as it should be during Christmas night.
“Merry Christmas, Jin.”