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Sam loved the Feast of the Winter star. It had been his favourite holiday since he was a child. The food, the music, the decorations, the gifts. It always made him feel like he was a kid again. Unfortunately for Sam, his gift wrapping skills also always made him feel like he was a kid again. How did I get to fifty years old and not figure out how to wrap a present yet? he thought.
He knew Sebastian wouldn’t care what the wrapping looked like. Twenty years of anniversary gifts and birthday gifts, not to mention all the gifts he’d given Sebastian since the first birthday he’d spent in Pelican Town at age five, meant that his husband had low expectations by now, but Sam hoped that one year, maybe, just maybe, he’d surprise him with a well-wrapped present.
Sam sighed as he pulled the last gift out of his shopping bag, a cloth headband adorned in a frog print. He placed it in the gift box sitting on the floor in front of where he was sitting cross-legged. He hoped Sebastian would like it, smiling as the memory of the first headband Sebastian had received popped into his mind.
Not long after Sam and Sebastian had officially started dating, their friend Abigail had given them each a headband. Sam’s had a pizza print on it, and Sebastian’s had frogs. The gifts had each included a note: To keep your hair out of your eyes when you’re going down on each other. They had both blushed bright red, but while Sam had promptly lost his headband, Sebastian… Well Sebastian’s headband became what Sam internally referred to as the blowjob headband. This was different from the computer programming headband Sebastian used when he was working on a new project, or the yoga headband he sometimes used when exercising. No, this headband was reserved especially for the times Sebastian got that twinkle in his eye, which served as a promise that Sam would have a fun fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, one of their recent rendezvous had turned a little adventurous and they had used the headband as an impromptu wrapping for Sam’s wrists. The ensuing fun had resulted in the headband being stretched beyond repair. Sebastian had said he was okay with not replacing it, but Sam knew his husband was secretly sentimental and had vowed to replace it.
Sam found himself getting warm as he remembered the events of the afternoon that had wrecked the headband and took his shirt off, relishing the feel of the cool air against his skin. He took a few pieces of tape from the dispenser sitting beside the gift and taped up the box, frowning as he noticed he took too much. Oh well , he thought, taping some pieces to the side of the dispenser to be saved for the next time Sam needed tape. His old black sweatpants sat low on his hips, and Sam tugged at them as he reached behind him for the ribbon, not noticing as the ribbon tangled itself around his feet.
Where were the scissors? Sam knelt up, spotting the scissors to his side. He reached for them, but they were just out of reach, so he put one hand on the ground, to give himself more purchase to reach for them, the middle of the ribbon wrapping around his wrist. There! Got them! Sam pushed himself up, then looked around for the end of the ribbon. Seeing it on the floor beside his foot, he reached backwards with his other hand, grasping between his feet for the end when he lost his balance, the scissors flying across the floor. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he tried to push himself back up, only succeeding in tangling himself further in the ribbon, his hands now firmly stuck behind his back, unable to push up off the floor.
Suddenly, Sam heard the front door open, and a voice called out. “Sam?”
Shit! Sam thought. Sebastian was home. He sighed, knowing he was well and truly stuck, trying to think of how he would explain this to his husband. “I’m upstairs!” he called out, craning his neck to allow him to call out more clearly, not noticing that a sticky bow attached itself to his hair as he did so. He heard Sebastian’s steps on the staircase, heading towards the bedroom, and in a panic, Sam tried to move the gift, still on the floor in front of him, with his mouth, but he only succeeded in brushing his lips against the tape dispenser, effectively sealing his mouth closed. He groaned and tried once again to get himself into a kneeling position, succeeding just as the door to the bedroom opened.
“Sam?” Sebastian asked again, before pausing to take in the sight of his husband, trussed up in front of him. “Sammy,” he said, his eyes widening. “I didn’t think Winter Star was until next week. What a pleasant surprise this is.”
Sebastian placed the bag he was carrying on the ground, then unbuttoned his shirt, keeping his eyes on Sam as he slowly removed it, hanging it over the back of the chair they kept by the bed. He then sauntered over to Sam, as if he were assessing the situation.
Sam felt himself growing warm over the sight of his husband eyeing him like a feral predator stalking his prey, immediately growing hard under Sebastian's stare. He tried to ask for help escaping from his bonds, but his words were stopped by the tape on his mouth, and also… Well, did he really want help? Maybe not with the way Sebastian was looking at him. He felt his heart skip a beat as Sebastian grinned. “Sammy,” he purred. “How did you know this is what I'd asked Santa for? Let me check this gift out in more detail. Make sure he got everything right.”
Sam bit back a moan as Sebastian leaned over him. He grasped Sam's chin in his slender fingers, holding it so he could peer into Sam’s face. “Hmmm. Yes. This looks right.” He leaned in and nibbled at the earring in Sam's ear, and Sam leaned his head to the side to allow him better access. Sebastian’s mouth moved lower, sucking on Sam’s neck, leaving small red marks behind. He pulled away, and, keeping eye contact with Sam, he traced a long finger, painted in his favourite black nail polish, down Sam’s chest, his gaze softening as he brushed against the mermaid pendant resting against Sam's sternum, before he reached over to tweak Sam’s nipples, causing Sam to groan against the tape.
Sebastian growled as he continued slowly dragging his fingernails down though Sam's chest hair, leaving goosebumps on Sam’s flesh in their wake as he worked his way down Sam’s happy trail, stopping just above the waistband of Sam’s sweatpants. Sam gasped through his nose as Sebastian suddenly palmed his dick through the material. “Mmm,” Sebastian breathed. “And what do we have here? A hidden surprise?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow, a gleam in his eye. “Should I… open this?”
Sam stared at Sebastian’s hands as the smaller man slowly untied the string to the sweatpants, noticing how his eyes flared as he noticed the wet patch on the material from Sam’s already leaking cock. Sam was breathing raggedly through his nose, unable to resist straining his hands against the ribbon holding him prisoner as Sebastian’s fingers slipped under Sam’s waistband, lowering his pants, his dick springing free.
“Ahh. Commando, I see. Sammy, you shouldn’t have.” Sebastian’s voice sounded velvety smooth, the way it always did when he was turned on, and Sam could see Sebastian’s nipples harden in arousal as he took in the sight before him. He watched, his heart racing, as Sebastian licked his lips as bent over, his long salt and pepper hair framing Sam's dick as he licked a bead of precum off of Sam's tip.
“Seb!” Sam managed to moan through the tape and Sebastian let out a little chuckle. “Patience Sammy,” he said. “I like to take my time when unwrapping my gifts.” He took Sam into his mouth, gagging slightly as Sam thrust into the back of his throat. He pulled back for a second. “Ahh,” he murmured, a sultry glint in his eye. “I see. Very well then.” Sam’s mind went blank as Sebastian’s mouth wrapped around his cock again, running his pierced tongue along his length with determination, moving with swift motions, precum mixing with Sebastian’s drool as Sam was brought quickly to the edge and then…
Sebastian stopped, pulling away from Sam’s dick, wiping his drooling mouth with the back of his hand. Sam’s head was leaning back and he was staring at Sebastian with his fuck me eyes, pleading for more. Sebastian sat up and ripped the tape off of Sam’s mouth, Sam’s protest quickly forgotten as Sebastian kissed him, pressing his tongue into his mouth. Pulling away for a moment, Sebastian frantically worked at the button on his jeans, kneeling up in front of Sam to lower his pants and underwear, his cock at full attention, level with Sam’s mouth.
Sam wasted no time in taking Sebastian in, relishing the moan Sebastian let out as he returned the favour from a moment ago, wishing he could run his hands, still tied in ribbon, through Sebastian’s long hair. Sebastian had his own hands in Sam’s hair, guiding him as he pulsed in and out of Sam’s mouth. Tears formed at the corner of Sam’s eyes, and drool dripped down his chin, landing on his chest as Sebastian fucked the back of Sam’s throat. “Sebastian!” Sam cried out around his husband’s length, and Sebastian pulled out, leaving Sam gasping for air.
Sebastian stood up, and reached for the scissors on the floor, using them to free Sam’s feet and hands. Ignoring the red marks on his skin, Sam pulled Sebastian close to him, feeling his husband’s dripping length against his stomach, and pressing his own member against Sebastian’s. He quickly pushed Sebastian back towards the bed, reaching for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. He quickly lubed two of his fingers then reached around his husband, pushing them into Sebastian’s hole. Sebastian cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, tight around Sam’s fingers, before slowly relaxing to let Sam in. “Sam,” he whimpered. “Need you.”
Sam coated himself with more lube before tossing the bottle onto the bed beside Sebastian’s head. He placed Sebastian’s knees on his shoulder, pulling him so his ass was at the edge of the bed, before leaning against him, aligning his cock against his husband’s tight entrance, and then… heaven . Both men let out simultaneous moans as Sam pushed inside, slowly allowing Sebastian to get used to the feeling until hips met ass. Sebastian stared up at Sam, lust in his eyes. “Fuck me, baby,” he groaned.
That was all the encouragement Sam needed. Unable to hold back any longer, knowing his husband liked it best when Sam was rough, Sam pulled out and then slammed back into Sebastian. He was rewarded with a deep moan of pleasure, which he echoed as he continued pushing in and out of his husband. “Fuck baby,” Sam cried out. “I’m not going to last long. Feels so good.”
Sebastian was panting underneath him. “Don’t hold back, Sammy,” he huffed. “Fill me, baby.” Sam gritted his teeth, reaching for Sebastian’s length with his lube coated hand, relishing the keening noise Sebastian let out as he stroked him in time with Sam’s thrusts. “Fuck, yes Sammy,” Sebastian cried out.
“Al… most… there… Seb…” Sam breathed, his hips stuttering erratically against his husband. “Just… another… ahhhhh” Sam exploded into Sebastian, filling him with hot cum, moaning even louder as Sebastian tightened around him as his own orgasm shot from him, coating his chest in sticky white ropes. Sam managed to stay standing on his now shaky legs long enough to pull out of his husband before collapsing on the bed, gazing into his husband’s hazy eyes.
The two men laid next to each other, catching their breaths, holding hands as their heart rates slowed to normal. After a few minutes, Sebastian pushed himself up onto his elbows and leaned over to kiss Sam gently on his cheek. “So,” he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting up into a grin. “What else did you get me?”