This was supposed to be longer.... she nibbled on a possible hint and it's not in here. Since this resulted from my posting recipes, I NEED MORE RECIPES!
This follows from
A Very Kitteny Christmas - Part 5Title: Battle of the Christmas Tree - Part 6 : Not a Kitten Was Stirring
Author: Meridae
Leave Meridae comments HERERanel was dozing by the time Warne decided to go to bed. He entered the bedroom, still in his vest and shirtsleeves but his with cravat loosened, and paused.
"Oh look," he said slowly, his voice deep and roughened with the beginnings of a lustful burr. "Santa left me one last present to unwrap."
"Mmmm, so it would seem," Ranel murmured, smiling as he opened his eyes and reached his arms out for his husband. Warne heeded the request, hiking one knee onto the mattress as he bent over the bed and pressed a passionate kiss to Ranel's lips. His hands moved to slide Ranel's robe open further so he could plunder the delicious, golden skin. Ranel moaned into his mouth as strong yet gentle fingers squeezed at his nipples, and a burgeoning but frustratingly wool clad groin was pressed against his hip.
"You need to unwrap yourself first," he gasped, breaking away from Warne's questing tongue.
"So I do," Warne agreed, straightening up, hands going to his neck to finish pulling his cravat away from his collar. Slowly, deliberately, he flicked open the buttons on his vest before letting it drop to the floor. His mouth quirked in a slight smirk, and his eyes were full of affectionate teasing as he watched Ranel's captivated expression.
"Maybe I'm not the one getting the present," he suggested, pausing with his hands at the button of his shirt.
"Mmm, maybe you're not," Ranel rasped, "Now hurry up and get that damned shirt off!" He pushed himself up to his knees on the edge of the bend, his own hands going to aggressively assist Warne's efforts to disrobe.
"Oh yes," he sighed, as he parted the edges of Warne's shirt and revealed the broad, hair covered chest beneath. "Yes yes yes, that's what I wanted for Christmas." He let his hands slide over the mounds of Warne's biceps before grazing them down lean ribs as his mouth took their place at Warne's nipples. They traveled further as Ranel's tongue worked at the small nubs, nimble fingers easily foiling the restricting fastenings at Warne's waist. He slid his hand inside Warne's placket, palming his husband's erection as his mouth moved over Warne's chest. Warne murmured his appreciation as he let Ranel's ministrations rouse him further, but just as Ranel was pushing the fabric of his trousers down to his thighs, he stopped his husband with a firm grip at the back of his neck, fingers threading tightly into Ranel's hair as he pulled the young man up so he could kiss him once more.
"Tonight, you are my present," he said firmly. "Now lay down, so I can finish undressing and then unwrap you properly."
Heat blazed in Ranel's eyes at Warne's command, and he hastened to lay back amongst the pillows, breath flickering rapidly between his lips in anticipation.
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