Santa Baby

Santa Baby

Posted: May 2005
Title: Santa Baby
Author: Galathlin
Type: RPS
Characters: Craig/Karl/Marton
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Pure fiction inspired by gorgeous guys and a Christmas song.
Warnings: BDSM, M/M sex

Summary: Pure smut. Misuse of Christmas decorations.

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Marton was dreaming. Somehow there were red caps, like those Santa wears, dancing in the fire surrounding him. He could feel the fire moving closer and closer. It coursed through his veins and he felt like he was burning up. He woke up only to discover that the fire did not lessen. It increased! He tried to get up but couldn't move. His hands were tied to the bars of the headboard with RED RIBBONS!

"Oh good, you're awake" Karl strode in from the bathroom naked as the day he was born except for a red Santa-cap. Only then did Marton register the tounge leaving a firery trace on his inner thigh.

"Finally!" Craig looked up at the older man tied to the bed and smiled that damned smile of his before licking a trail up Marton's cock, causing him to moan.

"Now that will not do" Karl said and leaned down and kissed Marton, a kiss that took Marton's breath away.

"What?" Marton's question was almost a whimper.

"Leaving me out. That won't do".

"You know, he's ready for you, Karl." Craig's grin had a whicked glint to it.

Karl just smiled and straddled the helpless man writhing on the bed. Slowly he lowered himself on the older man's arousal until he was sitting on Marton's lap and both gasped in pleasure.

"Hey, what about me?!" Graig tried to pretend to be outraged but failed miserably as he watched the men in front of him.

Carefully he straddled Marton's chest and moved his weeping arousal close to Marton's lips. Without question the older man granted him access and soon they found a rythm which had all three of them seeing stars within minutes.

Lazy and spent they layed in a cuddling heap, after untying Marton.

"Merry Christmas, Craig and Mart."

After a few minutes of silence Marton just had to ask: "What's with the Christmas things?"

"Well, you're suppose to recieve gifts on Christmas, Santa baby." Craig pushed his red cap down over Marton's eyes.

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THE END

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