krampus 🌷 tracob

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One Day 'Til Christmas - Soul-singing By Midnight.

Troye's pov

"Everyone ready?" Mum calls from upstairs.

Fixing my bowtie, I frown at myself in the mirror.

"One minute!" I shout.

I'm the talent of this family, if they want me so badly they will have to wait a moment for me to fix my outfit. This horrendous and itchy sweater will not work. Pulling it off, I pace to my wardrobe and pull out one of my more pricey tan button ups, slipping it on along with a coat with big metal buttons on the sides. Deciding my trousers are good enough, I shrug and run upstairs, out of my room and to the front door where everyone is waiting on me. 

I pick out my favourite wingtip Oxford shoes, pulling them on and flashing Mum and Dad a thumbs up. 

"'m ready," I whisper.

And so we are headed out!

...

I sigh as I finally get myself alone, shutting my bedroom door closed and leaning against it.

"I didn't know you could sing," Krampus whispers from down my stairs.

I crack a smile, listening as he flicks on a dim lamp and sits down on my bed.

"How much did you hear?" I ask.

"Santa, baby, come on fuck me tonight!... or some shit like that." He teases, only making my goofy-eyed grin go wider.

I push off the door and make my way down the stairs.

"Don't like holiday music, aye?" I inquire.

He matches in smiles as I peep around the corner and walk up to my bed. Oh, what a view. It's different, seeing us a bit reversed. He's the one in bed, my bed, I'm the one sauntering up to him. He crawls up to meet me at the foot of the mattress and hangs his feet off.

"Nah, always thought there could have better lyrics. More meaning." He hums, spreading his legs a bit as I get closer.

I stand between his legs, "I'd like to see you do better. C'mon, give me your best, Kramps."

He pulls me onto his lap and turns us around, pushing me onto my back.

"Ever call me that again and you're dead." He murmurs through a shit-eating grin, "And I don't have to do better. I'll have you soul-singing Krampus Baby by the time the clock hits twelve."

I shake my head at him, "Who says I'm staying up all night with you on Christmas Eve? Isn't that what naughty boys do?"

"Thought we were s'posed to sleep so Santa can drop by our presents," I mumble.

He chuckles darkly, twisting a finger around one of my locks of hair.

"You are a naughty boy, Troye. Good boys sleep on Christmas Eve. We both know you'd be touching yourself or grinding against your pillow all night if I weren't here."

I smirk up at him, "Well, what if I'm tired from all that carolling?"

He narrows his eyes and smirks right back.

"I'll just have to find a way to wake you up." He hums and tickles his fingers up my arm.

"Are you- o-oh." He taps a finger to my skin and- fuck.

"N-no! Oh, fuck!" I groan, throwing my head back and springing my hands to his robe as he forcibly makes me come out of nowhere. I convulse in my undies, huffing out quickly and sporadically as he takes my hands away and pins them above my head.

"I- fuck, oh fuck! You're so- such a dick!" I grunt, feeling wave after wave of absolute pleasure crash down on me.

The feeling; it's not going away. I'm Not Coming Down.

"K-Krampus, f-fuck- please, please stop. I can't t-take it!"

He keeps my arms up with one hand and places the other on my cheek. Forcing my head down, he attaches his savoury lips with mine and slithers his tongue into my mouth still huffing air in and out. He sucks in, pulling the air out of my body and making me dizzy. It's too much- it's, oh my god, it's too much.

I whimper against his lips and feel myself come in my trousers again, squeezing my eyes shut and trembling in pleasure. He pulls away when a tear slips past my eyes, catching it with his thumb and taking pity, making the unbearable feeling gradually come down.

"And it's only ten pm." He taunts.

Letting out a small 'hmph' sound, I wiggle out from under his grasp and sit up on the edge of my bed with my feet dangling off.

"That was awful," I whisper while he places his legs on both sides of me and wraps his arms around my waist.

"Did you like it?" He asks, nipping at my ears and neck.

"I fucking loved it."

"Then let's get started, shall we?" He chuckles.

...

"Hands. To. Yourself." He grumbles, wincing as my fingers graze over his wrist. 

I pout, asking once again why he has to fuck me with a robe on. He simply thrusts in deeper, shutting me up in seconds and making me yelp. 

As my hands go to sneak under his robe, he tsks and snaps his fingers. My hands are pulled up in seconds. I look up to see them chained to my headboard.

"Told you to keep those little fingers to yourself. Didn't listen." He mutters, lifting my legs over his shoulders and pounding into me from a different angle.

"Fuck," I gasp, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"W-what time i-is it? I don't- I don't think I can handle much more." I stammer, my body wracking as I come for the fifth time.

He snickers, "Almost there. It's eleven fifty-six."

Pathetically enough, I was coming again as the clock hit twelve. 

Even worse, I begged for more after he pulled out. 

I pulled him close and clung to his side, making him stay a little while longer. I forced him to endure a ten minute cuddle session before he had to head off. We both knew he secretly loved it. 

"Merry Christmas, Troye Sivan."

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a/n: i wrote my first cg/l story about five minutes ago can u believe (also have slept five hours in the past three days but like,, it's chill)