Sunday Snog #105: Tomorrow's Gifts (M/M)

We're only a few days away from Christmas, so offering a kiss from a holiday-themed tale seems appropriate. Today I've got a quick kiss from my M/M BDSM paranormal holiday tale, Tomorrow's Gifts. Warning - the kiss is sweet, but the book contains some pretty intense D/s scenes.

And because it's almost Christmas, I'm giving away a copy of the book. Just leave a comment with your email address. I'll draw a winner on Wednesday.

When you're done with my snog, head over to Victoria's place for the usual sexy Sunday fare, from all your favorite authors!

Happy holidays!

The ghost of Christmas Future…

Michael loves his burly, powerful partner Neil, but he's too embarrassed to share his secret fantasies of submission and surrender. Frustrated and confused, he wonders whether he and Neil really belong together.

Then, on Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom, Thorne Wilder, who claims to be his lover from the future. Thorne shows Michael scenes from a wild life of sexual excess that he claims they'll share if he breaks up with Neil.

Should Michael trust the ghost of Christmas future, or does his true future lie with Neil?

I didn’t have the patience to wrap my gift. I grabbed a sheet from the notepad by the telephone. What should I say? How could I best reveal my secret? I could only hope that the artefact itself would speak to him.

“To Neil,” I finally wrote. “In devotion and desire, from your boy Michael.”

I attached the note to the crop with a stray piece of tinsel. Then I positioned the slender shaft so that it was behind the pile of gaily wrapped packages, leaning against the tree trunk.

My heart was pounding furiously when I crawled back into bed. My cock was half erect. It was done. Whatever happened now, I couldn’t take it back. For better or worse, Neil would learn the truth.

Neil stirred as I settled beside his warm body. “Michael, baby?” His arms gathered me to his chest. I rubbed my cheek against his wonderful fur as he nuzzled my hair. He raised my face to his and licked at my lips, his eyes still closed. He smelled of sweat and sleep.

I opened my mouth to his probing tongue and let him sweep me away into one of his voluptuous kisses. Joy bubbled up in my chest. This was right. This was where I belonged. Thank God that I’d escaped from Thorne’s insidious web of half-truths.

Neil reached down between our bodies to tickle my swelling cock. “Mmm,” he murmured sleepily, into my open mouth. “Nice.” I could feel him hardening, too, his bulk pressing deliciously against my belly. Our bodies pressed together, our tongues twined, we moved together, each of us sliding our slick-tipped cocks back and forth across the other’s skin.

There was no urgency, only a long, lazy climb towards release. Everything about him felt incredible, his sharp teeth nibbling on my lip, his fingertips tracing leisurely circles around my nipples, the wiry hair at his groin brushing against my thighs, and of course his rigid cock, so ripe and fat, jousting with mine, teasing, tempting. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations flood through me.

With slow, steady friction, with the murmurs and moans of inarticulate pleasure, we urged each other on. We came together, smoothly, almost without effort. Our cum rose as powerful and irresistible as the tide, spilling across our joined flesh. 

As the waves of pleasure finally ebbed, I lay in my lover’s arms, sticky and blissfully relaxed. No dirty movies played in my head. No unfulfilled fantasies ate away at my satisfaction. I drifted off into sleep, my head on Neil’s chest, knowing that I was where I belonged.