Christmas Gifts
He had lain hidden inside a package,
Tucked beneath their light-sprinkled tree.
Sleeping even through rose red dawning
Of their third Christmas yet, wishing for him.
The other him was sleeping sadly in,
Cried himself to sleep the previous night.
The lover he had always slept next to
Ventured not to him past freezing sunset.
The squirrely features his body adorned
Would keep him warm that's true, he wanted still
His wolven lover's embrace that night.
Uncomfortably he slept, fur in knots,
But they were not like the knot he wanted.
As he slowly rose from their creaky bed
He remembered the distance of Kyle,
Once thought of as work-o-holic break down
Was now the fear of a newer lover.
With but a visit to the bathroom once,
And tears streaming from his eyes to his chin,
A broken stride to the living room came.
Familiarly he stepped past couch and chair
To the corner that held the Christmas tree.
He did not notice his lover's big gift
That was tucked beneath their tree late last night.
So tear-filled were his eyes, he stubbed his toe
Before he let them loose to see the gift.
'From: Kyle To: Rob, I'll always love you.'
Was written in fancy, swirling letters.
He held his breath as he removed the lid,
Only to gasp at what was seen in it.
T'was Rob, curled up akin to a kitten,
Pillow under head and lightly snoring.
Rob then scratched behind Kyle's blue-grey ear,
With canyon-wide yawn and then some murring
Kyle then woke and rolled for belly rub.
Even though noticing they both were nude,
Rob could not help but speak what he had felt.
"I thought that you had left me all alone
For our third Christmas, I wish I had known.
I feared you had left me for another...."
"I'd never, by love you are my brother."
Kyle said, and then he kissed his lover.
"This Christmas I give myself to you, love,
For you to hump, and thrust and even shove."
"I'd not dare deprive you of your preference,
I know your love of fucking my ass. Hence
I say'th no."
"Let me walk in your shoes
To know what it's like when in me you'll ooze,
Also for you to know just how I feel when
I pounded away at your backside's den."
Crawling from the box, he lifted his tail.
"Why would you offer me your dominance?
Either you love me or you're really dense."
Kyle chuckled, then his lover pushed in.
He was glad that he had loosened last night,
There probably was a stain in the box.
His red squirrel lover was riding him hard,
Apparently he was addicted too.
Thoughts of if he was as tight as his squirrel
Were driven out by the waves of pleasure.
Every thrust he felt made him groan in heat
And his claws were scratching the floor deeply,
He became addicted to being fucked.
The slapping of his lover's balls against
His ass, his mind could not separate from
The old memories of visa-versa,
At least in sound if not in nothing else.
Kyle's ass was as tight as a virgin,
Further telling him he had not cheated;
Not in this position that was his gift.
He leaned in as the wolf had done to him
And stifled a moan with a mating bite.
Rob's arms reached round to paw off his lover
While continuously splitting his ass.
Without having a knot he could not tie
But he thought it gave him an advantage,
He could fuck Kyle with a longer cock
Than Kyle could with cock shortened by knot.
He would love forever fucking Kyle;
For even as his ass was milking him
Kyle impaled himself by pushing back.
The wolven tail tried meagerly to wag
Although being squished between two bodies.
Kyle's ears fell back as Rob nibbled them,
And his maw moaned at his prostate massage;
Kyle almost wished to transpose his knot
That Rob would know the feeling of tying
But he feared tying would damage his ass.
Rob felt Kyle's ass clamp down in pleasure,
Only seconds away from cumming hard,
He gyrated his hips faster so that
They might cum at the same exact moment.
Kyle came first, splattering his load on
The squirrel paw that was caressing his cock.
Rob could not endure, so he followed suit.
Both panted as they lay on hardwood floor,
Neither wishing for the moment to end.
But Kyle had another gift to give,
One more special than his dominance was.
"Take but a look at our tree-top, my sweet,
If lucky then maybe you'll find a treat."
Curious as to what Kyle had said,
He reluctantly pulled out of Kyle
And meandered his way o'er to the tree.
Nothing was spotted instantly to him,
So he walked around the tree 'til he saw
A felt box no bigger than a cookie.
With trembling he extended his arm
And feebly grasped his fingers round the box.
The tremors grew worse as he opened it.
The gold ring was elegantly crafted
And studded with his birthstone, sapphire.
He swiveled fast to see his wolf-lover
And gasped as he saw his lover kneeling.
"For this Christmas I never wished for snow,
My love for you, I wanted you to know;
I want you to know the right word to dole
That would forever bind us, soul to soul."
After re-reading the night before Christmas and brushing up on my Shakespeare, I thought this might make a nice Christmas submission.
all comments are welcome, and if you need help understanding any of it just post the lines in a comment and I'll translate it into normal speak.