Smutty Advent - December 25

Merry Christmas all!


Rock cracked a half an eye open, the clock showing him it was six forty-five. And it was Christmas morning, too, which meant that it didn't matter what time it was, he was hardly going to be able to go back to sleep now that he was up. It didn't seem to matter how old he got -- Christmas morning was still Christmas morning.

He could smell cinnamon, nutmeg and he could hear Rig singing softly somewhere in the house. He shifted and rumbled, let himself be heard. Sure enough, footsteps sounded, Rig's head appearing in the doorway. Grinning, he shifted to his back, Dick's snort loud next to him.

"Mmm." Rig's hum was happy, wanting, and he heard the man's pajama bottoms hit the floor before his rabbit pushed close.

He wrapped his arms around Rig, giving up the pretense of still being asleep altogether in favor of taking that mouth in a kiss. Fuck, Rig's smile tasted good.

One leg draped over his, Rig pushing closer. He found the best ass in the world and wrapped his hand around it, pressing them even closer. Then he reached out and grabbed Dick, pulling the kid up against his side. Rig's cock rubbed against him, welcoming him so easy. Dick's was the perfect counterpoint against his side. Fuck, they were something.

"Sixty nine," he muttered. No reason why he had to be the only one getting his morning wake-up. It was Christmas after all.

"Mmm. Merry Christmas to me."

He snorted and they all shifted, moved until he had Rig's prick at his mouth, Dick's mouth on his cock, and Rig's on the kid. Somehow he thought Dick got the best of the deal, but he got his everyday. Not to mention, Rig was making pretty damn happy noises to have his mouth around the long cock.

Rig's prick slid on his tongue, his rabbit hard for him. He copied Dick's moves, letting the kid dictate the rhythm. Of course maybe Dick was copying Rig and maybe Rig was copying him and if so who'd started it?

He grunted and pulled harder. Rig shuddered, hips rolling, pushing deeper. He swallowed around the tip, hand landing on one ass cheek. He felt Dick cry out around his cock. Grinning around Rig's prick, he squeezed that bubble butt again. One of Rig's hands slid over the top of his head.

He hummed around that sweet flesh in his mouth. Dick swallowed hard, pulling at him almost furiously. Fuck.

He sucked harder on Rig; his rabbit should be the first one to shoot. Dick wasn't cooperating, groaning around his cock. Fuck. Fuck, he was going to come any second now.

Rig cried out, the sound muffled. Yes! He sucked all the harder, letting his little finger push into Rig's ass. Rig's hole jerked, squeezed his finger. He pressed his finger in deeper, sucking on the man's cock with all he had.

His rabbit groaned, salt splashing on his tongue. Fuck yes. He grunted, kept sucking, making Rig jerk like a fish on a line. He fucking loved that, making Rig need.

Dick's tongue slapped across the top of Rock's cock and he grunted, his own hips jerking forward at that. Dick did it again and his eyes rolled, body jerking violently. He growled around Rig's prick and jerked forward, pushing deep into Dick's mouth. Dick took every inch, swallowed around him.

"Fuck!" The word was muffled, but there was no mistaking the way his hips pushed in deeper and he came down Dick's throat. Rock's balls emptied, body shuddering. He let Rig's prick slide from his mouth, panting softly.

"Merry. Merry Christmas, y'all." Rig sounded well satisfied.

"Fuck, yeah." He patted them both, nicely melted and warm. Fucking cozy even.

Dick chuckled, the blankets pulled up around them all. He was sandwiched between his lovers, both of them warm and pressed against him.

This was the fucking life. And this was what made every day as good as Christmas.