Yours? (MxM)

☆Christmas Special☆

  "Wake up, honey." I rustled as a weight settled on my hips and a pair of soft lips found the shell of my ear. "Its Christmas!" Camden bounced up and down, shaking me awake.

I peeled open my eyes. There my fiancé was, dressed in his finest Burberry pajamas that he called 'vintage'. They were a pale beige with black, white and red plaid laying on top of the beige. His feet were covered in, of course, overpriced slippers and socks.

"I wanna go downstairs and see my presents!" He cried, bouncing some more. I sat up and playfully pushed him off of me.

"Alistair!" He whined. "Let's go downstairs already! I want you to see your presents!" I chuckled and held out a hand, which he took gleefully. "I hope you like your presents." I whispered to him. "They weren't expensive...but I hope you will like them."

His pretty eyes looked up at me with admiration, trust and faith. "I don't care how expensive something is. I just care about the feelings put into it."

I smiled st him and dropped a kiss on his forehead. As we reached the sitting room the giant tree decorated heavily in silver and mint colored decorations, with an all glass family heirloom Christmas star topper, stood twinkling in the middle of the room like a sky of stars. Underneath it stood a bunch of presents, the tallest being Cornflower's new cat tree, which I saved from Camden's horrid wrapping skills.

The poor boy just didn't understand wrapping. It was an art that only some are blessed with. You could definitely tell who's presents were who due to the wrapping. Mine was pristine, close to the box and perfectly creased, with a lovely bow on top. His were little jumbles of paper and tape that did not look like whatever was wrapped inside.

Even so, it's cute.

How could he be so cute not knowing how to wrap his presents. "I'll start the hot chocolate, why don't you put on some Christmas melodies?" Camden rushes into the kitchen. I found his mother's recently recovered from the attic record player in the corner of the room with the basket of records beneath.

  I gingerly picked up the Christmas Classics record and set it down before placing the needle on top.

"--sleigh bells ring, are you listening?"

I grinned at the very feeling Christmas invoked, sitting next to the tree with Cornflower next to me. I stared at the twinkling lights and the old glass ornaments. Camden soon returned with large mugs filled with decadent dark hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and chocolate shavings.

"Let's open presents!" He declared after a large gulp of the burning hot chocolate. He set his might down on the table behind us before continuing to grab up all the presents he could hold and dragged it over to where we were sitting. It didn't take too much effort to separate each other's gifts. I fought through the crumbled paper and thousands of strips of tape to find a few designer shirts that bo doubt costed over a hundred each.

Camden was next, tearing open my lovely handiwork like an angry badger to reveal new fancy bath stuff.

We want back and forth opening each other's presents. I recieved more clothes, colognes, and specialty coffees from around the world. 

Camden got bath bombs, soaps and new massage oils, since he loves being massaged after a bath. He squealed and kissed me fervently after each gift, and I could feel my lips slowly bruising.

We watched with joy as Cornflower ran around playing with his new toys all around the house. Camden kept lazily stroking my bared chest. I glanced at him which was all it took before I was pushed down on the ground, with Camden sitting dangerously close to my crotch.

"I want to start a new Christmas tradition." He purred, grinding into me. "I want to have sex in front of the fireplace with you for Christmas. What do you think? Does that sound nice?" He loaned, leaning over to massage my nipple with his tongue.

"How could I not?" I smirked, grabbing onto his rotating hips.

     "Merry Christmas, sexy."