CHRISTMAS SPECIAL
Jaromir
smirked when he peeped around a tree
trunk, seeing Syran kneeling behind a bush, looking out for him just to
the
opposite direction. The tall man cautiously formed a snowball and aimed
carefully before he threw it. The frosty projectile hit the prince on
his
shoulder, snow covering the small man's arm, side of the neck and
cheek.
Jaromir grinned and with a war cry jumped on the surprised blond,
rubbing snow
in his face, laughing hard.
Syran
squalled, feeling the cold snow
attacking his skin and before he knew it the thief was knocking him
over and
rubbing snow on his face! How evil! The prince was struggling beneath
the other
and desperately grasped some snow to pay back to the taller man and
pressed his
snow covered palm into the others face before making his escape,
crawling on
the snow, looking back, snickering in excitement. "You can't catch me a
second time!"
Jaromir
grinned at Syran and then jumped, but
the small man evaded his attack in the last second. Jaromir growled
playfully,
his tail swishing back and forth. "I will get you and then..." He
licked his lips, the grin on his face growing wider and then he started
to
chase after Syran.
Syran
looked back, getting a little out of
breath but still snickering. He liked this game, it excited him and he
knew
getting caught was equally exciting but the stalling of it made it even
more
thrilling. He distracted Jaromir and finally hid behind a tree,
carefully
trying to sneak a look of where the other one was.
When
Syran peeked around the tree, he looked
directly into Jaromir's face and the tall man leaned forward, pressing
his lips
against the blonde’s, wrapping his arms around the lithe form
of his lover, one
hand stroking a white tail, the other cupping a tight buttock. "Did
this
count as catching you?" Jaromir whispered against slightly wet lips
before
slipping his tongue past them.
Syran
smiled to the kiss, wrapping his own
arms around Jaromir and pulling him closer. "And now I caught you,"
he murmured somewhere between kisses that slowly deepened, warmth
shared in the
cold, making it feel even better.
"Hmmm,
but I was first..." Jaromir
replied and a small mischievous glint in his eyes was the only warning
Syran
got before the thief took some snow from a low hanging branch, lifted
the
waistband of Syran's pants and dropped the cold whiteness into it,
rubbing it
against the firm buttocks.
Syran
shrieked. "You evil! It's
cold!" He whined. "EVIL!" He tried to struggle from the hold,
wriggling miserably and giving a faint shove against Jaromir's chest.
"Are
you cold?" Jaromir held his
writhing lover tightly in his hold. "Perhaps I should warm you up
then?" He started to massage the tail base and resumed kissing Syran
breathless, rubbing a leg between the blonde’s thighs.
Slowly
Syran's struggling eased the snow was
melting making him shiver and his cheeks turned hot at Jaromir's
warming
efforts that were... working. "Evil..." he muttered, already
answering the kisses.”Evil thief..." 'and sexy' his mind
added as his arms
slowly wrapped around the dark haired man once again.
"We
have to work on your compliments,
little one," Jaromir murmured between kisses, pressing his lover
against
the tree behind them. He felt Syran's dick starting to grow hard a
little and
grinned, doubling his efforts. Syran's gaze started to mist and then
Jaromir
wriggled out of the other's hold and turned. "Whoever is last in the
cabin
has to cook dinner." With this he made a dash towards their cabin,
laughter echoing through the woods.
Syran
gasped; that bastard! He planned that!
Evil! Still feeling disoriented Syran tried to hurry after the other,
but
running with a hard on proved to be rather difficult and when he
finally made
it to the cabin he knew he had lost. He banged the door close after him
and
pointed his finger at the thief. "You are in big trouble!" He told
him.
Jaromir
smirked. "I guess I am. I will
get burnt water for dinner, knowing your cooking skills."
Syran
huffed and made his way closer to the
other man looking determined and threatening. "Evil..." He muttered
before pushing Jaromir against the nearest wall and giving him a long
dominating kiss.
Jaromir
melted into the kiss, his arms
wrapping loosely around the other's shoulders. The thief closed his
eyes and
sighed contently, a low purr forming in his throat.
Syran
slid his hands down on Jaromir’s waist,
his leg sneaking between the taller man’s. He broke the kiss
for a moment to
look at the thief, grinning at his expression and slowly starting to
rub
against him.
Jaromir
moaned a little, resting his forehead
against Syran's, looking into bright turquoise eyes. "Don't you... have
to... un...." His breath became a little harsh. "Prepare a...
dinner... ahhh..."
Syran
narrowed his eyes slightly, sneaking his
hand behind Jaromir and grasping his tail base. "Should I... really?"
He asked with a purr massaging the furry tail and continuing to rub
against the
thief, gasping from pleasure.
"I
need... Gods..." Jaromir mewled a
little, trying to press more into the caress which proved quite
difficult with
the hand on his back, caressing his tail, and the thigh rubbing his
front-tail.
"Something... to devour..."
"Hmm?"
Syran asked. "What could
that be?" He breathed huskily.
Jaromir
bit his lip, the slight pain clearing
his mind a bit and he lifted Syran a little from the floor, switching
positions, pressing the young man against the wall, purring against a
white,
fluffy ear: "I want a royal meal!"
Syran
shivered and grinned, unable to silence
a small purr, his tail flickered and circled Jaromir's waist.
"Enjoy..." He whispered and caught his lips into a slow sensual kiss.
Jaromir
pressed closer to Syran and then
carried the lithe man to the bear skin of a grizzly that lay in front
of
fireplace and lowered him down onto it, starting to undress his prince.
When he
was done he quickly got up and undressed himself, fishing the bottle
with oil
from his pockets and turned and stood there stunned. Syran was glowing
warmly
with the dancing fire, his white skin a perfect contrast to the dark
pelt, deep
blue eyes looking at him and a white hardness waiting for his caress.
Jaromir
gulped and was sure that he could not do much without coming the
instant his
cock came in contact with that snow-white beauty, so he kissed swollen
red lips
once more. The dark Ylvas then rested his knees beside Syran's head and
bent
forward, kissing along his lover's swollen manhood, his own hips high
in the
air, tempting Syran, but out of reach of his lover's mouth, a single
drop of
pre-cum dripping down.
Syran
licked his lips, opening his legs wider.
He brought his head up slightly wanting to reach for Jaromir's hardened
flesh
but it was out of reach and so he had to satisfy with kissing the knee
close to
his head, moaning at the feel of Jaromir's lips against his own length.
His
hips moved, begging for more contact, his hand moving up along
Jaromir's
thighs.
Jaromir
run his hand over the inside of
Syran's thighs, burying his nose into his lover's crotch. He had become
addicted to this smell some time in the past and he could barely get
enough of
it but Syran moved his hips and Jaromir smiled but took mercy on his
needy
lover, slipping the foreskin back to reveal the purplish-red head and
sucked it
into his mouth while he lubed two fingers, pushing one gently into the
blonde’s
opening.
Syran
closed his eyes, his lips parted to
another silent moan, continuing to cares Jaromir’s thighs and
finally his tail
knowing how the other enjoyed it. He gently pushed against the finger,
shivering, everything felt good; the softness under his back, the
warmth of the
fire, the hotness of Jaromir's mouth, the touch inside, the feel of the
thief’s
fur against his palm...
Jaromir
moaned around Syran's hot flesh and
finally could no longer hold back and lowered his hips and nudged the
tip of
his dick against his lover's lips gently simultaneous when his second
finger
pushed against Syri's sphincter, breaching it when his dick was
greedily sucked
into a hot mouth. He took in more of his lover's cock while slipping
his finger
and dick deeper into Syran.
The
prince hummed happily around Jaromir's
organ, feeling hot all over and incredibly turned on. He sucked the
hard, thick
organ eagerly, enjoying his lovers now familiar taste that he simply
couldn’t
get enough from. His own hips rolled gently indicating further just how
eager
he was.
Jaromir
felt a hot feeling settling in his
stomach and balls, and he wanted to come so much it almost hurt but
felt so
wonderful at the same time it was driving him crazy. He curled his
fingertips
up inside Syran, massaging the spot that made his lover go crazy,
bobbing his
head up and down on the white, hard length, sucking and rubbing his
tongue over
it. Then something exploded in him and it took all his control that was
left to
not push into the hot wetness, his body trembling with intense pleasure
and he
moaned, caressing his Syran's dick eagerly while enjoying that
wonderful,
breathtaking orgasm.
Syran
drank his lovers juice, the taste and
feel turning him on further, bringing him closer and closer, the
shivering of
his body growing further, squeezing Jaromir's thigh, so close, so very
close...
Jaromir
withdrew his fingers - that would be
taken care of later – and started to caress Syran's white,
fluffy tail, giving
it long strokes from the base to the tip. The dark Ylvas let Syran's
pulsing
organ slip from his mouth and tilted it up a little, licking from base
to tip
in synchronisation with his caress of the other's tail before he went
down on
it again, sucking and swirling his tongue over the head, his other hand
massaging the shaft and balls.
The
sensations grew too strong, too wonderful,
too... perfect. Syran started to pant, his eyes closing, his toes
curling as he
finally felt his orgasm move through him, strong, powerful... So
wonderful, he
trembled as the waves slowly moved past him leaving his body fully
satisfied
and relaxed, his hand reached weakly to caress Jaromir’s
hair.
"Wonderful...." He murmured, before pulling the other one even
closer, against his chest, his arms wrapping around the taller man. The
small
man pressed lazy kisses on the thief’s lips and then one on
his forehead.
“Merry Christmas Jaromir,” the prince whispered
closing his eyes and sighing
with content.
“Merry
Christmas, little one,” Jaromir replied
and rested his head on his lover's chest, purring lowly with
satisfaction and
joy.
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published: December 26th, 2009.
My Secret Shore
© KOLGRIM and NIRKAL 2009