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“I know we agreed to only get each other something small but I got you an extra present I want you to open early.” Charlie whispered as you cuddled up watching a cheesy christmas film you weren’t really focused on. It’d been a tiring day preparing for Christmas the next day, and you’d actually just been about to suggest getting to bed.
You hadn’t been dating long, only a couple of weeks. You were just getting used to his quirks. They were quite endearing actually, and he could be quite the romantic. And who would have expected him to be so good in bed? You did need to remind him to shower though, and listen to stories of rats being bashed. Everyone had their hobbies.
“I’m intrigued…” you said, perking up from the almost-asleep state you’d been in seconds before.
“Yeah, okay, hold on one sec,” he said, springing up on the sofa and nearly sending you toppling. “Oh jeez, sorry.”
You chuckled softly to let him know there was no harm done and he got back to the task at hand. He rooted through the tattered bag he’d brought with him to your place and produced a decently sized inconspicuous black box with a red ribbon wrapped around it. Approaching the sofa again, a look of worry appeared on his face.
“Oh God, I’m nervous now,” he mumbled and plopped back down. “Shit.”
“Hey, it’s alright.” you soothed. “You don’t have to give me it if you don’t want to?”
He quickly thrust the box at you.
“Open it quickly before I lose my nerve, please.”
You began to untie the ribbon, very curious now as to what was awaiting you in this box. Charlie wringed his hands next to you, very evidently nervous about whatever the contents were.
“Listen…I know we mentioned it a couple of times, threw ideas around and shit. I-uh-I don’t know, I got drunk one night and ordered it. When it showed up, I nearly sent it back, but I-uh-” he babbled.
“A strap-on?”
Charlie squeaked.
Inside the box was a sizable strap-on and harness. You looked up at him with a barely concealed smirk.
“So you liked the pegging idea, huh? Wanna try it tonight? My early present to you?”
He nodded frantically, swallowing heavily. Charlie was blinking rapidly, and you could see in real-time how his adrenaline from his nerves were transforming into arousal instead.
“Then follow me.”
You were kissing as soon as you passed the threshold into your bedroom, throwing the box behind you onto the bed. Charlie was grasping at you frantically, and you could already feel his bulge against you.
“You’re really into this, huh?” you asked between kisses.
“ Yeah. ” he gasped out, attacking your neck with kisses and bites. “Fuck, I’ve been fingering myself all week to work up to this.”
Your legs turned to jelly for a moment and you gasped at that mental image.
“Fuck, Charlie,” you moaned, baring your neck to him. “You have too many clothes on.”
He started to strip immediately, stepping back and staring at you in a lust-filled daze as he unbuttoned his jeans and yanked his shirt off. You copied him, pulling at your own clothes until you were left in your underwear. Charlie stepped forward and kissed you once again, his tongue slipping into your mouth at the same time his hands unclasped your bra. You groaned into his mouth as his hands found your now uncovered breasts, massaging them a bit rougher than usual.
Stepping backwards, you fell back onto the bed and dragged him with you, opening your legs and letting him slot between them. His cock strained against his underwear and you could feel the warmth of it through the thin layers of underwear you both still wore. Your pussy throbbed at the feeling and for a moment you considered just slipping it to the side, pulling his cock out of his underwear and letting him fuck you into oblivion before you remembered your arrangement.
“Charlie,” you mumbled.
“Mm?” he hummed into your neck as he lazily dry humped you.
“Want me to peg you or not?”
“God.” he said, looking up from where his face had been buried. “Please. Yeah. Please peg me.”
You grinned at him and grabbed on before rolling him over in one fluid motion, now straddling his hips and looming over him.
“Hi.” he blinked up at you.
“Hey.” you responded, and pulled down his underwear.
His cock bobbed free and slapped against his stomach and you had to hold back a laugh at the shocked gasp he let out. As he shimmied them the rest of the way down, you reached into the drawer in the nightstand next to you and pulled out some cherry lube.
“Can I watch you prep yourself? You can show me how you’ve been doing it all week.” you asked. He nodded and took the lube from your hands before hesitating.
“Uh-you’re gonna have to um-” he started. “You’ll have to get off me.”
“Oh, right. Yeah” you laughed, plopping down next to him on the bed. He gave a tentative smile and nod, before flicking open the lube cap and dribbling some on his fingers, the sweet cherry aroma immediately filling the room.
“Can I eat this?” Charlie asked, rubbing it between his fingers.
“I mean, I think so? It’s flavoured for a reason. But maybe you should just use it for its intended purpose right now, hm?”
“I’ll try it later.” Charlie said and suddenly he was pushing a finger into himself, mouth falling open and eyes screwing shut in concentration. “Ah, fuck.”
“Feel good?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him, stroking his chest, soothing him through it. He nodded frantically in response.
For a while you just watched in silence as he worked himself open, tiny little moans escaping him every so often. You relished in them, barely able to stand how wet all of this was making you. But this was about Charlie, not you. If only his moans weren’t so intoxicating.
“Fuck, I think I’m ready.” he choked out.
You scrambled to the end of the bed to grab the box, putting on the harness and strap on as quickly as you could, fumbling around with it and trying to appear like you knew what you were doing. Charlie giggled.
“I probably should have worked this out while you were prepping yourself.” you sighed, but you soon got it fitted properly and made your way back over to him.
“Okay, baby,” you smiled at him. “This position work for you? On your back?”
“Yeah, c’mon.” Charlie grunted, biting his lip as he withdrew his fingers and wiped them on your bedsheets. You tried not to grimace and decided you’d make him sleep on that side.
As the blunt head of the silicone cock pressed at Charlie’s hole, he looked you in the eye and let out a whimper. You bit back a moan yourself as you slowly sunk into him.
“Fuck me.” he whispered when you were silicone-balls deep.
Well, how could you deny him?
You began to rock your hips and Charlie let out a sweet sigh, wrapping himself around you. His eyes fluttered closed and his head lolled back. Immediately, you swooped in and kissed his neck, licking a stripe and tasting the salty tang of the light sheen of sweat that had broken out across his whole body.
“This okay?” you asked.
“Mm. Feels good.” Charlie responded, before opening his eyes and looking back at you. “But you know you won’t break me, right? You can properly give it to me.”
With permission granted, you grabbed ahold of his thighs and spread his legs further, revelling in the moan you drew out of him when that made the strap-on slip in deeper. You began to fuck into him harder, better, faster, stronger, every adjective in the Daft Punk song became applicable. And Charlie really began to let loose.
His arms broke apart from where there’d been wrapped around you, instead falling to his sides as his hands grasped onto the sheets. He kept his legs spread the way you’d positioned him. And his moans. God , his moans. He couldn’t hold back his noises anymore as you fucked into him, grasping at any part of him you could, the obscene slapping noises of your hips meeting his ass ringing out through the room. Charlie’s cock leaked across his navel into the tuft of hair that littered his lower stomach, sticky precum glistening in his pubes. Teeth worried at his lower lip and his eyes were screwed shut once again.
He looked lewd, he looked wanton, he looked gorgeous .
You grabbed ahold of his cock without really thinking, simply needing to see him cum. He already looked so debauched and ruined, it would be glorious to ruin him further. Charlie keened into the touch and let out an almost-sob at the feeling of finally having his neglected cock seen to.
“Make me cum.” he gasped. “Need it so bad.”
“Of course, baby.” you huff with the exertion. “You’ve been such a good boy for me, after all.”
Charlie’s eyes widened before he let out a pathetic whimper, cock jerking in your hand as he shot ropes of cum across his tummy. You continued fucking him through it, finally coming to a stop when he starts whining from the over-stimulation.
After pulling out, you collapsed on the bed next to him, both of you panting. You’re still painfully turned on, and about to excuse yourself to take care of it in the bathroom whilst Charlie recovers when a hand suddenly snakes its way down to your pussy.
“Dear fucking God.” he whispers when he feels how soaked you are. “Sit on my face like right fucking now.”
“Really?” you asked tentatively. You had just fucked the living daylights out of him, after all.
“ Please .”
It was impossible to deny him, especially when the payoff is so sweet.
He lies back and you clamber on top of him, hovering over his face for a second before he’s pulling your hips down and burying his face right in your pussy. You both moan at the same time and then you moan again as the reverberations from his sounds send shock waves through you. Yeah, this wouldn’t last long.
You’re already feeling yourself getting close from a combination of being so worked up from fucking Charlie and also his amazing oral skills within a couple of minutes. It’s wild how eagerly he can eat you out after having a mind-blowing orgasm himself just a few minutes before.
“I’m close, Charlie.” you groaned, grabbing his hair and grinding on to his tongue. He hummed in response, doubling down on his ministrations and making you cry out. The combination of his bruising grip on your hips and him sucking on your clit is what makes you finally fall over the edge, yanking his hair and sobbing his name, soaking his chin and beard with your juices.
Once again, you fall to his side on the bed, gasping for breath. He’s panting himself, looking at you through dropping eyes, mouth and chin glistening with your cum.
“Sooo…” he says eventually. “Who is gonna be the one to get the towel?”
You sigh and heave yourself out of bed. When you return Charlie is slurping the cherry lube straight out of the tube.
“Charlie, please .” you beg. “Just get a snack or something, oh my God.”
“I just wanted a taste.” he shrugs. You throw the towel at his face.
When you’re both cleaned up and in bed, he turns to you.
“So my extra present was a good idea then, huh?”
“Very much so.”
“Maybe, like, Christmas pegging could become a tradition?” he asks you with full sincerity.
“I-” you start. “Let’s go to sleep, Charlie.”
After a few minutes in the dark, trying to sleep, you hear a gentle whisper.
“Merry Christmas, y/n.”
“Merry Christmas, Charlie.”