Vulquinn One-shots

Naughty or Nice?

"This was so stupid." Sal takes off the Santa costume Joe had sent over. Q had made his way over to his house to spend some time together to talk about the episode they just filmed for dinner party. Sal takes it all off and Q watches with a careful eye, but to his dismay, Sal has clothes hidden underneath meaning no special strip show for him.

"C'mon, at least you didn't get the role of Mrs. Claus!" Q waves his wig around like a white flag of defeat.

"It gets hot and stuffy under the beard and it's just uncomfortable." He throws the costume onto the couch and huffs. "Now. If you'll excuse me, I need to piss." Sal disappears into his house as Q remains on the couch. His eyes wander to the Santa costume that lay beside him and a wide grin spreads across his face as a lightbulb goes off in his head.

Sal rinses the sweat and oil off of his face and dries it off with a towel. Fresh again just for his boyfriend. With a quick rake of his fingertips through his hair he leaves the bathroom and heads back to the living room where Q waits patiently for him to return.

"Okay, I feel a lot... better... now." When he stepped into the living room, there was Q sitting in his same spot, but this time he had the santa costume on. He looked stupid but he looked so cute at the same time, for some reason he seemed like he fit the role and maybe even a little better than Sal. It was his eyes poking through the entire costume, the sweet milk chocolate eyes that drew Sal in since the day they first met all those years ago.

"Well ho ho ho! Why don't you come have a seat on Santa's lap?" Q beckons him over as he lowers the tone of his voice and puts in it some holiday spirit. Sal blushes and laughs but walks on over and seats himself in his lap. "Now, tell me: have you been a naughty or a nice boy this year?" This was all so silly, but Sal continued to play along with the shenanigans. However, Sal decided to put his own devilish twist on things.

"Well, if i'm being honest, I might have been a bit of a naughty one Santa." His voice was smooth as he spoke with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. This quickly garner's his lover's interest and attention.

"Oh ho, is that so? I haven't checked my list yet, what makes you think you've found yourself on the naughty list?" Sal pretends to be all bashful and innocent and it was starting to slowly get to Q.

"There's a special someone in my life that makes me behave in naughty ways. He has me on my knees for him, makes me all hot and bothered, he's stuck in my head especially late at night until I take care of myself if you catch my drift." Q is sweating bullets under the costume and he knows that Sal can feel the effects of everything he's saying.

"My, my! Seems you've found yourself in quite a pit of trouble!" Q begins fumbling over his words as Sal begins to adjust himself on his lap, he knew that Sal was intentionally doing it. He tries his best to mask away the hums that vibrate in his throat. "Well, I have a few ideas of how to help and get you back on the nice list." Sal's eyes light up and a big grin spreads across his face.

"You do?"

"I do." Q rips the fake beard off of his face as his lips go to connect with Sal's, wasting no time as their tongues swirl together in harmony. Sal straddles against Q and grinds their clothed cocks together to create a friction that causes them both to moan.

"Is that a present for me I feel?" Sal captures his bottom lip between his teeth, "Christmas has come early." He lowers himself between Q's legs and tugs his pants down to reveal his aching, twitching cock. Q's hand rests on Sal's cheek, his thumb rubbing against his cheek.

"Oh, Christmas will come soon enough sweetheart." With that suggestive statement, Sal wasted no more time. Licking all the way up Q's shaft, when he reached the tip, he gave the rosey head a kiss tasting the salty sweetness of the pre-cum that was beginning to leak out. He took the pointed tip of his tongue and ran it over his slit over and over again making Q see stars as he bucked his hips and tangled his fingers into Sal's now lengthy hair. "Stop teasing please, give me more baby." He began to shove Sal down onto his cock, fucking Sal's mouth aching to feel the warmth of him. Sal took his lover's cock willingly into his mouth quickly hollowing out his cheeks and working his magic feeling as Q's member slid in and out of his mouth. When he looked up to him, those once sweet brown eyes had transformed into dark, half-lidded, lust filled eyes. It turned Sal on to see how much he was pleasuring his boyfriend. This in turn made him work his mouth more, taking more of his length in, humming and moaning to add vibrations, and working his tongue whenever he could.

Q was close and Sal knew it by the way his moans were slowly turning into grunts and he wanted nothing more than to see him unravel and release into his mouth.

"Fuck. Gonna–" Q quickly pulled out of Sal's mouth. Sal watched as Q's cock twitched before him as the two of them caught their breath.

"Why did you stop?"

"Didn't want this to end because you've landed yourself on the nice list. Your present: I get to fuck you until you cum." This sent shudders through Sal's body, the anticipation of it all turned him on far more than he already was. The two of them were making out and making a mess as they began to rip the clothes off of the other.

"Bri, touch me. Please. You feel so good." Frantic touches, rough kisses, grinding hips until they were a nude tangled mess on the couch only momentarily parting from one another so Sal could grab some lube from his bedroom night-stand. Q lubed up his cock and helped to stretch Sal out until he was a whiny writhing mess, "Please, Bri. Fuck me already. Need to feel you in me." Q was happy to give his boyfriend what he wanted as he slowly pressed the tip of his cock in, disappearing slowly into Sal with a low hum.

Sweaty foreheads pressed together and wordless breaths exchanged as he allowed for Sal to adjust. "Fuck me. Rough and hard." The green light was given as Q's hips slowly began to move, pulling out until only the tip was in, then driving his hips forward harshly causing their skin to clap together and Sal to gasp. A rhythm was quickly built, Q hovered above Sal and Sal smoothed his hands over Q's chest and gripped hard onto his shoulders when his cock hit just the right spots within him.

"You feel so good around me. So perfect. Fuck you're gonna make me cum." He reaches down to Sal's leaking cock, taking it in a tight fist and pumping at the same time his hips slam into him.

"Fucking hell Brian, do it. Make me cum, i'm so close." Sal's voice was quickly growing higher in pitch as all the stimulation he was feeling was quickly building him to the inevitable wave of euphoria that his lover always supplied him with. Hearing Sal whining below him was the last thing that sent him over the edge. With a few quick and rough snaps of his hips, he was buried deep within Sal and cumming hard with a throaty grunt.

"C'mon baby. Cum. I know you want to." Q pumped Sal quickly and watched as his back arched off the couch until he shot his load all over his stomach with a whine. Both men were left breathless and satisfied and Q left one last kiss on Sal's lips. Soft, sweet, and enchanting.

"Now don't be expecting any presents under the tree from me." Q jokes to Sal who snickers and playfully hits him on his shoulder.

"You're the worst." Another kiss, "I love you... Santa."

"So are you accepting your new role as Mrs. Claus then?"

"No way in hell will you ever see me in that stupid costume. It was bad enough being Santa."

"Fine. Fine. I love you too by the way." A loving smile. "Care to join me for a shower?"

"That sounds lovely."