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clumsy, and the shedding of garments was no graceful thing, but Tobias felt only pleasure at every careless touch from Les’s hands, at every accidental contact that stripped them both of their clothes.
    And when he was at last stretched out naked, breathing heavily, across the long break room table, he could finally take a moment to study Les’s thin body. He’d aged, it was true, but his form was still very similar to the young man that Tobias had last seen him as. Fine muscles, taut abdomen, sparse white chest hair arrowing down in a tiny sparkling trail to a fine cock, long and thick above plump, tight balls.
    Pale and lovely with a faint rosy hue, Les’s cock glistened with droplets of pre-cum, and Tobias whimpered, spreading his thighs and beckoning his love forward. “Come to me, Les.”
    And then he was there, in the place that had ached for him in the long years apart, rubbing the tiny opening with spit slick fingers before pushing slowly in. Catching a tight breath, Tobias forced himself to relax, to remember the hot pleasure of this act that would follow the sting of pain.
    Les stilled, staring down at him in wonder and Tobias nodded. He focused his attention and bore down, facilitating the inward slide of his lover’s prick. When Les tugged him close, and wrapped his thighs around his waist, Tobias felt him full and deep and shuddered anew.
    They remained thus wrapped about each other, gazing into one another’s eyes for long moments, and Tobias didn’t need the magic of his people to feel the things that flowed between them were more than bodily passion and desire.
    When Les’s hand closed over Tobias’s prick, stroked him from root to tip and back, spreading the slick fluid that seeped from his tip, he groaned. Each gentle thrust sent him flying higher, each stroke of Les’s fist pushed him further, until he couldn’t hold back the explosion of sensation any longer.
    His body tensed, clenching around Les’s prick as he froze in place, heat pooling then rushing outward as orgasm overcame him. Les shuddered, jerked, and his insides were bathed in warmth that soothed the faint burn of possession.
    Les recovered himself, raised him up, and held him in a tight embrace as their breathing slowed to normal again.
    It was time. Time to ask the question again, the one he’d been yanked away from Les before he could get his answer to thirty years before. “Will you come to the North Pole with me, Les, and be mine for all eternity?”
    Nodding solemnly, Les replied, “I will. But you should know”—a troubled frown crossed his lover’s face—”humans don’t live for all eternity, Tobias. I see you here today, looking as young and fit as when we last met, twelve years ago, and you have to know that I’m fifty-two years old, Tobias. I’m not young anymore. We can have thirty years or so together. It’s a long time, and I’ll treasure every moment, but it’s not going to be eternity.”
    Tobias chuckled. “Do you think I’ve wasted my years away? I’ve spent my time well, petitioning on your behalf. Santa is agreed that if you come to the North Pole with me, of your own free will, he will extend to you the rights and privileges that are mine by birth. If you accept his collar, you will be granted life everlasting, as long as you remain in service to his cause.”
    Les tilted his head to the side, studied Tobias with those bright blue eyes. “You didn’t mention that before. I’m not sure I understand you.”
    “You would be mine, my mate, and together we would work for Santa.”
    “Listening to the children in shopping malls?”
    “You would likely start there, yes. I’ll have a different assignment, but the point is that we will be together, and for most of the year, there is very little to do but love one another.”
    “It’s enough, isn’t it? Loving one another?”
    “It’s everything.”
     
    THE END
     

Wearing His Ring
     
    Prompt provided by Jambrea Jones…
    Detective…hot