Featured: Justin and Jarin
Justin leaned over those soft pale shoulders, wrapping his arms around that beautiful, thin waistline, “Oh, baby, the weather’s so frightful outside. Say you won’t go. I’ll keep you so warm and oh-so delightful.” Justin leaned in a little heavier, running his rough hands up under the shirt and felt up the smooth, luscious torso, cupping a chest. He thumbed over those perky pink nipples, feeling a plump ass push up against him and heard a cute little gasp. He grinned and purred, “Say you’ll stay a bit longer, baby.” Those rosy lips parted into a grin, showing a row of pearly whites. Long black lashes fluttered and two warm brown eyes looked up at Justin, about melting him on the spot. His eyebrows shot up, surprised to see a familiar face staring back at him, “Lil’ J-bae?” Jarin turned around, smiling devilishly. He pushed up against Justin, wrapping a hand behind Justin’s head and pulling him in for a kiss. He sighed and hummed on Justin’s lips, twisting his head as he worked he hands up Justin’s sides pressed up against him. He pulled back for a moment, raising an eyebrow, “I’m not scared of a little storm. In fact, I wished for a white Christmas.” Jarin stayed close to Justin, running a finger up his chest, "I'll miss out on all of the fun if I stay cooped up in here all day." Justin smiled back, regaining his composure and wrapping an arm around Jarin's small waist, "White Christmas, huh?" Justin leaned in, pulling Jarin's hips to him, "And what do you plan to do in the snow, baby?" Jarin tugged at Justin's shirt and pulled it over his head. His hands spread over Justin's chest, feeling the curvature of his muscles and tracing a bit of his tattoo. He looked Justin in the eye devilishly, "I dunno. Maybe build a snowman?" He reached down and grabbed a hold of Justin's crotch. He held on firmly. Justin flinched by how sudden Jarin was to go for it. He grinned playfully, "I hear if you believe in a little magic, he'll come to life." He gave Jarin a little wink, fully aware of how tight his pants were feeling. It was nearly suffocating in front of the roaring fire keeping them both plenty warm. And now this? The room was getting pretty damn hot. Jarin chewed on the tip of his finger, fluttering his lashes at Justin which about sent him to his knees. Jarin turned a shoulder, keeping Justin's dick cupped and boldly asked (dared) "But can he withstand the heat?" Suddenly, it seemed Jarin wasn't so keen on leaving at all as clothes were being stripped off the both of them. They hit the silky sheets of the bed, rolling in each other's arms, chasing down each other's lips, tangling their legs together. Jarin got rolled by Jarin and chuckled. He was about to get up when he heard a faint jingling sound. As he was turning to look over his shoulder, he felt something wrap around his neck and tighten. He reached up and felt some sort of collar. He grinned and looked back at Jarin, now in a Santa's hat, a belt, and boots. "Hey, now, Frosty didn't wear a collar." Jarin held up the cuffs for Justin's wrists, "I want something a little more exciting than a crummy snowman..." Justin flipped over, hanging his legs off of the bed and resting his hands on Jarin's thick hips. He looked up at Jarin, "And what's that, babe?" Jarin picked up a small bar with more cuff dangling from it. He grinned dangerously and lifted Justin's chin up more with the end of it, "I want to go on a sleigh ride. And you're going to be my little reindeer. My little Rudolph." Justin felt his cheeks get red. He was used to being the one that could throw the pickup lines and hit on others but Jarin being so...forward and almost dominatrix? That took some time to process. And Justin didn't get long before Jarin had him pushed back on the bed and and his ankles cuffed to the bar. Jarin grabbed his wrists and cuffed them too. He yanked a hand up and tied it to the bar, "Now, be a good boy and stand still while I hitch you to the sleigh, okay? You wouldn't want to find yourself on my naughty list, now would you?" Justin shook his head, "Of course not. I'm a very good boy. I'll take you wherever you wanna go, baby. I'll make you soar. This reindeer can really fly." Jarin wrapped a final ribbon through the loop on the collar and yanked it up to the bar. Justin grunted and let it happen. He couldn't explain it, but this felt so wild and animalistic to be at Jarin's mercy. He was hobbled and couldn't move, now with his legs hiked into the air. Jarin leaned forward, pressing Justin's legs open and leaning down to his face. He watched Justin wriggled a bit underneath him, feeling Jarin's arousal nudging into his ass. "Just one more piece of tack before we go..." Jarin reached behind Justin and pulled back a shining golden bit. Justin took one look at it, "Now, what's that fo-" Justin was cut off as Jarin pulled it down between his teeth and buckled it on. It was smooth and cold and made Justin's mouth water. He wondered if Jarin picked a snaffle bit out just for him because Justin would think he was a curb bit kind of guy: refined. Unless Jarin was teaching Justin something new. Which in that case, maybe a snaffle was a good choice- Justin grunted and bit down on the bit, feeling something push up into his ass. He looked up and saw a demonic set of beautiful brown eyes staring back at him with a nasty smile underneath them. All he could do was grunt and bite down as Jarin took him out for one hell of a leigh ride. He didn't pull any stops. Justin was beginning to think maybe he did land himself on the naughty list. Jarin's running gave him an incredible amount of stamina to work with, plowing Justin into the bed like a jackhammer. Justin wasn't going anywhere with his restraints. It was hot. It was so hot in front of that fire. It just kept roaring away as Jarin had his way. It felt like the harness and cuffs were starting to burn a little. So hot. Ugh. Too hot. Justin stirred a little in his sleep and felt an incredible heat source on top of him. His hand twitched and felt a massive shoulder. Not Jarin. He started coming to a little more and realized he wasn't into front of a fireplace. He had let Sydney stay over after a night of heavy drinking for the holidays. They were good bros so sometimes Sydney would pass out in Justin's bed with him. No biggie. It's what bros did for each other. That also explained why he had thought he had been so hot. Sydney's massive hulking body put off heat like a radiator on high. How the man didn't overheat in Texas was beyond Justin. But it did mean he made for an awesome bro-blanket. Justin shifted his leg, feeling a bit numb from the weight of Sydney. His eyes split open and he glanced down immediately. He had definitely felt his worst nightmare just poke Sydney in the cheek. Oh no...morning wood. Sydney wasn't a light sleeper, per say, but any bro knows what a morning wood stick-shaft to the face feels like. His eyes snapped open and he glanced to the side and saw the culprit, waving hello underneath Justin's underwear. Sydney snarled and bared teeth as he sat up quickly. Justin chuckled, "Now, Syd, ol buddy, ol pal o' mine, you know it was an accident. I was having a hot dream 'bout banging yer sister and-" Sydney growled loudly and tackled Justin, catching him by his leg as he tried to scramble away. There was no escaping the vengeance Sydney sought to inflict upon him. A few good wallops in the shoulder and boob and they were even again. Though...Justin knew what he had actually dreamed about and it was...very weird. He had no fucking clue why his mind would even put him in bed with another guy. Let alone Jarin. More importantly...WHY THE HELL WAS HE ON THE RECIEVING END!?!?
MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVES <3
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