Wrapped in Robbons is out!

Dillon and Dal spend every Christmas at a house on the beach, but they never spend very much time in the sand. This year, Dillon has dark red silk ribbon to wrap Dal up in and he can't think of a better Christmas gift for either of them.

Originally published in Toy Box: Ribbons

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Those bright blue eyes stared at him, Dal's body already dancing against him, moving, tempting him under that confining business suit. He slipped the suit jacket off Dal's shoulders, fingers sliding over the shirt, trying to discover whether or not Dal was wearing anything beneath it. His fingers brushed along the top of a light-weight corset -- this one barely boned and more decorative than functional, so that it could get through security.

"Mmm... I love it when you decorate yourself for me." He worked the buttons of Dal's shirt open, tugging the ends out of the waist of Dal's trousers. He was eager to see.

"I know." Those nipple rings were shining in the firelight, the little nipples tight and dark.

He slowly slid the shirt from Dal's shoulders, admiring the smooth, warm skin that covered trim muscles. Bending in, he breathed on Dal's right nipple, and then moved over to the left one, taking the ring between his lips and tugging.

"Mmm. More." Sweet, hungry little slut. His.

He twisted the right nipple ring with his fingers, his tongue flicking across the tip of Dal's left nipple while his free hand slid along the top of Dal's corset. He loved the place where silk or velvet or leather suddenly became skin. Today it was silk warmed by Dal’s beautiful skin. Dal's skin goose pimpled up for him, trying to attract his fingers, his touch.

"I have a present for you," he murmured, fingers sliding down along the smooth silk of the corset until they were teasing around Dal's waistband.

"Mmm. It's Christmas. There are supposed to be presents."

"Yeah, but I got you something special to open now." He undid Dal's belt, sliding it slowly through the loops and dropping it onto the floor before starting in on the top button and then Dal's zipper.

"You... you seem like you're the one opening, Dillon." Dal's cock was full, heavy, throbbing for him.

Dillon chuckled, fingers lingering, sliding over that hot prick, making the sound of his soft laughter end on a moan. "I do, don't I?"

He reached down beside the chair, picking up the box wrapped in elegant paper and handed it over to Dal.

"Oh." Every little gift always made his lover beam. Dal tore into it, paper flying.

Dillon sat back, one hand still on Dal's body, touching the covered belly, tugging on a nipple ring, sliding his fingertip over the very tip of Dal’s prick, making his lover gasp and wriggle, but not deterring Dal from getting into his present.

The open box yielded silk ribbon, about three inches wide, yards and yards of it in a dark red that was going to look amazing next to Dal's skin.

"Oh, what a beautiful color." Dal lifted it, letting it just drape down over and around them.

"I'm going to wrap you up in it, baby. Head to toe and all the bits that stick out." He took Dal's prick into his hand, letting there be no doubt which bits he was talking about.

"Wrap me in it?" Dal's eyes went wide, cock jerking in his hand. Oh, yes. Someone was listening.

"Yes. I'm making you my favorite Christmas present ever."