Merry Kiss My Ass

Present

"Omega...Omega."

Omega raised his head from his book, listening to the melodic voice that was calling his name. He sat there for a moment before returning to his book.

"Omega...come here, baby," the voice purred.

Omega rolled his eyes with a sigh as he dog-eared the page in his book and set it down on the end table beside him. He raised himself up from the leather sofa with a soft grunt and followed the voice calling to him. He followed it all the way to his bedroom. "Papa, I'm really not in the mood to pl-," he stopped dead in his tracks as he opened the door to reveal the Third sprawled out on his bed, wearing nothing more than a red ribbon wrapped around his body. "Emeritus, what the actual fuck are you doing?"

"I'm your Christmas present. You seem disappointed." The Third sat up and looked away from the disapproving stare of Omega.

"Kiss my ass. I want to know what went through your head to think that I would want you like this." His tone was a bit harsher than he intended it to be. Seeing the Third wince slightly at the way he spoke caused him to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

"You've been especially upset these past few days and I thought that this would make you laugh a little bit. I never intended for you to become upset about this. I just wanted to see you smile again. Not that fake one you try to pull off either. I want the one where your eyes sparkle when you laugh, the one that made me fall in love with you in the first place." Papa didn't look back up at Omega until he heard him move towards him.

Omega stood in front of Emeritus and cupped his face with both of his ringed hands, forcing those mismatched eyes to keep eye contact with him. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't realize how much my anxiety has been affecting you too. I'm not upset with you, I didn't mean to snap at you. I just get so wrapped up in my own head that I don't think about what it's been doing to you. I'll try to be better about that." He brushed his thumb over Papa's cheek before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Just please talk to me when you feel like this. I don't want you to shut me out. Now, come here. Let me love you." Papa tugged on Omega's shirt collar and pulled him down into a kiss. Omega climbed on top of Papa, deepening the kiss. He hadn't realized just how much he had missed the taste of his pope. He carefully tugged at the ribbon binding his pope and unwrapped his favorite gift. Papa tugged on his short blonde hair, causing him to moan as they kissed. Omega pressed himself against his pope, opening his legs with his knee. Papa fumbled with the silver buttons on Omega's cassock, managing only to get a few undone before Omega pinned his arms above his head. He used the ribbon to bind Papa's wrists together.

Omega licked his lips as he looked Papa over. "You look ravishing when you're tied up like this, dear. I could eat you up....maybe I will." Omega smirked before giving Papa one last kiss and flipped him onto his belly. He kneaded the tender flesh and pulled Papa's body to the edge of the bed. He knelt down on the old walnut floor and spread Papa's supple cheeks, admiring the tight pink hole before him. Omega glanced up to see his lover's neck craned around to see him. With a small smirk, Omega pressed his tongue against the rippled muscle. He flicked his tongue against it teasingly before inserting it. Papa dug his nails into the sheets, balling the fabric in his fists. Omega held Papa down as he lapped away, trying to keep him still.

"D-Don't tease. More please, baby," Papa panted as he tugged on his restraints. Omega hummed softly, the vibrations making Papa whine even more. Omega glanced up, catching sight of the way Papa's mouth hung open as he moaned. He released one of Papa's hips and moved his hand to his own pants, stroking his length that was straining against the fabric.

Omega nipped at the flesh on the inside of his lover's thighs before standing. He flipped Papa back over and chuckled when he saw the small stain on the sheets from where Papa had been laying. "Tsk tsk. You really ought to be more patient. You've already made a bit of a mess," he said as he unbuttoned his cassock and tossed it aside. "Tell me what you want me to do to you," he said as he discarded his pants and boxers. He gave his length a few more strokes before going over to the nightstand and pulling out a condom.

Papa let out a high pitched whine when he saw Omega roll the rubber onto his erection. "Please, please fuck me," he whimpered. Omega gave him a look, telling him he wanted to hear more than that. "I want to feel your big, thick cock inside of me. I want you to make me scream. Make me your bitch, just please fuck me already!" Papa rolled himself back over and stuck his pert ass up in the air, waggling it at Omega in attempts to get what he wanted.

The larger man smirked as he stood over the pope, pressing the tip against his entrance. He let out a soft grunt as he pushed himself in, warmth enveloping his aching cock. He started his thrusts slow, letting the Third become accustomed to his size. He took Papa's length into his hand, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Omega leaned over and bit down on his lover's shoulder as he increased the pace. He used the angle to his advantage, aiming for Papa's prostate to get him to cry out his name. He wrapped his hand around Papa's throat and pulled him up so they were both kneeling as Omega became rougher with his thrusts.

Tears began to form in Papa's eyes from receiving such sadistic pleasure, completely unable to form any sort of clear thoughts or words. Within moments, Papa released his seed onto the bed and in Omega's hand with a loud cry that echoed in their bedroom. Omega slowly pulled out, removing the condom and tossing it to the side. He laid Papa on his back, moving to straddle his chest. He stoked himself firm and fast, growling a string of obscenities as he released his cum onto Papa's neck and face. He fell to the side to lay next to his lover, panting heavily as he grinned ear to ear. They both laid there quietly as they caught their breath.

Papa was the first to break the silence. "Do you feel better now? Is your anxiety still acting up?" The older man sat up and used his teeth to try to untie himself, only managing to make the knot tighter.

Omega chuckled softly as he saw his pope struggle with the ribbon. He sat up and began to untie it for him. "Here, let me help you with that. Yes, I feel much better now. Thank you. This was just what I needed. Come on, let me clean you up," he said as he pulled Papa into his arms to carry him into the bathroom.

"Merry Christmas, Papa."

"Merry Christmas, my darling Omega."