12. All I Want For Christmas is You

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Andy and I laid on the couch again. It was quite comfy. We had a movie on.

"Thank you for making my christmas not as lonely as I thought it would be." Andy whispered.

I smiled up at him. He chuckled and looked away.

"Hey. I'm happy that I have you again. It was quite the Christmas miracle." I said.

He chuckled and laid back, burying his face in my neck. I played with his hair.

"I love you so much." He whispered.

"I love you too." I said.

Andy leaned his body fully into me. I hugged him closer. I could feel his dick pressing into my hip.

"Andrew Stephen."

"I'm sorry." He whined. "Last night was the first time I've had sex in over two years. Leave me alone."

"Nuh uh."

"I'm serious." He said.

"You just seemed...experienced with it." I said.

"Weird to talk about sex stuff with my ex but we had really vanilla sex."

"As in?"

"Never got to eat her out, never gotten my dick sucked by her, she was bottom every time. basically everything we did...her and I didn't do."

"Wow." I said. "I feel bad."

"Adam seems vanilla." Andy whispered.

I chuckled. "No. No he was good about making sure I felt good. He wasn't rough though he was extremely gentle. Which was sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse."

"Aurora you like it rough." He whispered.

"Dude shut the fuck up."

"You didn't just dude me." He whispered.

"Yes I did." I whispered back.

"I hate you." He said.

"Oh I know."

He chuckled and moved up to look at me, hovering over my body.

"Andy don't. I'm sore."

"No you're not." He said and smiled.

"You fucked me four times, ate me out, and made me take top twice." I whispered.

"Wait so you're truly not joking?" He asked.

I smiled. "Correct."

"Shit." He whispered.

"I can suck your dick." I said.

"No. If you're sore I'm not gonna push you to do anything just for my benefit."

"God shut upppp you're too cute." I said.

"You know after growing a beard I assumed you would stop calling me cute." He said. He pecked my lips.

"No. All I see is that handsome baby face under the beard."

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