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The warm, yellow lights flicker on their Christmas tree in the living room, presents waiting to be opened beneath. But they’ve long forgotten those when Luke and Vyn are here in their room, playing Vyn’s little game.
“Find your present,” Vyn had told Luke. “You’ll know you have it when the bell rings.”
So that’s what Luke does now, searching for his present. The room, dark, save for the little star lanterns scattered across his bedroom floor. Vyn’s golden eyes sparkle even in such minimal light. (He’s seen galaxies in those golden orbs. He could see the whole universe if he looked long enough, Luke knew.)
“You’re searching my body?” Vyn had asked when Luke’s hands first roamed his legs, his knees, his thighs.
“Yeah,” Luke chuckled with him, the happiness exuding from Vyn making him feel giddy. “Is that against the rules?”
“No,” Luke couldn’t see, but Vyn’s voice made him think his lips had curled into a smile.
It’s been a few moments since then. Luke’s ears are drunk in the sound of clothes ruffling as he touches Vyn. Vyn’s thighs, his thin waist, his chest, his lengthy arms. As Luke’s eager hands “searched” for his present, Luke delighted in every moan he managed to coax from Vyn’s lips. Short gasps, tender moans, and such soft, sweet whines. Luke could keep it going all night, just touching Vyn and listening to each sound he makes until he comes undone. He’s tempted to dip his hands underneath, touch the warm flesh directly, but Luke holds back, continuing to run his thick fingers all over Vyn’s body.
Vyn’s breathing has gotten harsher now, quicker in pace. “Are you... Ah... are you really trying to find the-- hmm .. the gift?”
“Of course, I am.” Luke teases. His eyes are on Vyn’s face, so beautiful even in the dim light. The furrow of silver brows, the pink rising in fair cheeks, as his hands continue to roam over Vyn’s clothes. Luke finds delight in the way Vyn’s mouth drops, happy to see teeth bite down his lips when Luke brushes past a nipple, brushes past it again just to see Vyn’s back arch. He speaks, amidst a fond chuckle. “Not my fault you hid it so perfectly.”
“Did I... really...? Ah... ” Vyn feels Luke brush against his nipple, one first, and then the other. He wishes he could have Luke’s lips directly on his skin, his wet tongue lapping on his nipple against the fabric of his top. “Or is this your strategy? Are you just... hah... coaxing the answer out of me?”
“Maybe?” Luke crawls over Vyn, leans towards his cheek to plant a kiss on warm skin. He pushes his mouth to Vyn’s ear, whispering, “But you know I like taking my time.” His hands go back to Vyn’s chest, hands roaming down towards a thin waist. Vyn’s hips buck to his touch and he hears a bell ring. “Hmm? What was that?”
“I-I don’t know...” Vyn responds, breathless.
“Sounds like my present. Am I close?” Luke’s hands roam up Vyn’s torso again, away from where the bell rang. He chuckles when Vyn whines. “Was it here?” His hands go to Vyn’s neck, brushes past his shoulders and down his arms.
“No...” Vyn responds, his voice growing weaker with each of Luke’s touches. “There's no way I could have hidden it there...”
“Here, then?” Luke’s hand goes to his knees.
Vyn melts to Luke’s hot touches. But he needs his hands somewhere else. He pleads, “Higher...”
“You’re giving me clues, my love?”
“No... Hnng.. Yes? I-- Ahh... ” Vyn’s body shudders, and he whimpers when Luke brushes past his cock ever so slightly. “Luke,” Vyn whispers, but it comes out as a desperate plea. Please, open me up. Touch me.
“Here, then?” Luke hovers a hand over Vyn’s crotch, and Vyn bucks against his hand as if automatic. The bell rings. “My present?”
“Yes,” Vyn’s head drops back as his back arches, angling his body so he can further press his cock against Luke’s hand, a hand so big against his growing need. “You’ve found it... Hah... What’ll you do now? Will you..Will you open your present?”
Luke wishes he hadn’t turned off the lights, just so he could see how flushed Vyn’s skin was right now. “If you’d like me to.”
“Yes. Yes, please...” Vyn begs, and he’s far too gone to even think about how desperate he must sound. “Open me up...”
“Fuck,” Luke curses under his breath, the mix of Vyn’s voice, and ruffling of clothes as Vyn spread his legs for him too much to take. He opens his present--unbuttons Vyn’s pants, and undoes the zipper ever so slowly. He pulls the pants down, slipping Vyn’s underwear along with it. There, he could see with the dim light of the lanterns, Vyn’s dripping cock, and a bell loosely tied around the base. “Such a pretty present,” Luke bends down to kiss the tip, earning himself a low moan from Vyn. He pulls the ribbon connected to the bell loose and sets it to the side. “Can I have it in my mouth, please?”
“If you want... Ahh... ahh... ” Vyn melts as Luke’s hot mouth takes in his cock. Embarrassing when Luke’s tongue laps at the viscous liquid that’s already poured out of it from Luke’s touches moments before. But it’s so, so, good. It doesn’t take much before Luke’s expert mouth causes Vyn to come down his throat.
Luke kisses him after, his tongue tasting of and sticky with his own cum. It makes Vyn moan into Luke’s mouth.
“You’ve got another present...” Vyn manages to sneak in between kisses.
“Yeah?” Luke’s breath is hot and quick against Vyn’s face. And when Vyn guides Luke’s hand to where a silicon plug is between his asscheeks, Vyn’s happy to see the lust flash in Luke’s crimson eyes. “Vyn, love,” Luke peppers kisses all over his face. “You’re so perfect.”
No, you are. Vyn tries to say, but it’s drowned by the moan dripping from his mouth as Luke pulls out the plug. He feels so empty in the few moments Luke pours lubricant onto his cock. But the wait is worth it when he feels the head pushing against his hole.
“Love,” Luke kisses him again, cock pressed against Vyn’s hole but not yet pushing in. “Vyn, my love.”
Luke speaks with so much reverence it makes Vyn flush. “Luke, my darling,” he responds with a few kisses of his own. It’s during one such kiss that Luke’s cock starts to breach into him. His lips tear away from Luke’s to gasp, but he reminds himself to breathe deeply. He must allow his body to loosen up, needs his body to soften so he can stretch and take in Luke’s hefty cock. “Luke...” He weeps, the stretch ever delicious. He can never get used to this girth, even with ample preparation.
Luke inserts himself slowly, catches Vyn’s moans with his own mouth. He coos to his lover, calms him down. “You’re doing so great, my love. Ssh, yes, that’s right. Breathe,” He kisses Vyn’s cheek, comforts him as he continues to slide right in. And goodness, it’s so warm, and so tight, his instincts screamed to just pound into Vyn. But Vyn didn’t deserve that. He deserved every drop of love Luke was willing to give and more.
When Luke is finally fully sheathed inside, he rewards Vyn with a soft kiss and a slow lick of his tongue. “You’re so perfect, my love.”
“Y-You are...” Vyn manages between broken breaths. His hands come up to cradle Luke’s cheeks. He stares into crimson orbs, relishing the love in them. Wasn’t this Vyn’s true Christmas present? The love Luke gives him, again and again. Never relenting. “You’re perfect.”
Luke catches the fragile tone to Vyns voice. A hand cups Vyn’s cheek, his thumb rubbing warm skin. “I love you. Always.”
“I love you, too...”
Luke takes Vyn’s lips into a searing kiss, the love he feels for Vyn filling up his chest, overflowing. He starts to roll his hips, initially hoping he could go slow but he could not bear to wait any longer. His hips buck quickly, aggressively, and he rattles Vyn’s body so hard they could not keep their lips connected in a kiss. Luke thrusts his hips and wishes every single one showed Vyn how much he could be wanted, how much he could be loved.
Vyn clutches onto Luke’s shoulders, his nails digging deep. He spreads his legs wide, allowing more space for Luke, hoping he just slams harder into him because he loves him this way. Loves him in all possible ways. It’s been years since they’ve met, years since they’ve been together. Vyn thought the flames of Luke’s love would have been extinguished by now, but his love keeps ringing true. Luke is a present that keeps on giving, one Vyn hopes to never lose. (Even though he knows he will, one day, in the far future.)
“Luke...” A sob wracked his body when Luke began to stroke his cock to the rhythm of his hips. “I’m.. I’m com..”
“Come for me,” Luke bucks his hips harsher. “Come for me, my love.”
To the delicious sliding of Luke’s cock in his walls, to Luke’s magnificent groans in his ears, Vyn comes unabated, a shudder going down his body as he did. His cum pours from his cock, pooling onto his clothed stomach and Luke’s thick fingers. He feels Luke’s cock throb within him, and then comes the spurt of warm, thick liquid. Vyn revels in that sweet feeling.
Once Vyn has calmed down from his high, he realizes he’s being effortlessly carried to the bed. The rest of his clothes are pulled from his body, and a fully undressed Luke settles between his legs. He smiles at the sight, feeling warm inside. He allows his legs to be spread open. Because he is, for as long as Luke would want him, a present all for Luke.