Greg and Anton

The menu was at once huge and small.

Many many many meat dishes, a couple of beefy appetizers, and dessert.

Anton had been very specific.

Greg chuffed softly to himself, whistling Jingle Bells. Maybe the pack would like tofu balls this year, as a surprise.

He wiggled his ass, feeling each and every one of Anton's handprints, the heavy plug inside him shifting.

Maybe he'd wait to push that for New Years...

Greg and Anton are from Bite and Bitten.