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This is story #4 in my "Under the XXXMas Tree" December commission batch. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults. :3

The Season of Giving

Riddle knew from the second that Tarin handed him this particular gift that something was up. The winged wolf could be calm and quiet when necessary. Silent, stoic to the point of appearing cold if the situation called for it. But right now, beneath his dark fur, the male's face was flushed with embarrassment. His golden eyes dared not meet with Riddle's own even as he wished his friend and sometimes lover the most meek and bashful merry Christmas. And as Riddle began to unwrap the present, the wingless wolf's blue tipped ears twitching with excited anticipation as his claws dug into the packaging and ripped it open, he could see that it was taking all Tarin's strength of will just to keep himself seated, and not rushing out of the room to avoid having to be here when the gift was revealed.

And when it was finally pulled free from the layers of paper covering it, Riddle recognised why... and moaned in delight.

"Oh, Tar..."

He found himself holding a plastic, cylindrical case... transparent, and holding within its interior a thick, lengthy object formed from some form of silicon rubber. A gorgeous, highly detailed and super-carefully sculpted model of something that Tarin knew Riddle adored. Something he was incapable of giving the blue eared wolf personally... but which he could at least give as a gift, and now, had done.

A dildo. A thick, black and red hued, ridged and knotted dragon cock dildo.

"This is... I mean, it's..."

Riddle was speechless, a lump forming in his throat even though he told himself he couldn't get weepy over a sex toy gift, no matter how generous and kind and goddamn perfect a gift it might have been. He did whimper loudly however when Tarin misinterpreted his overwhelmed delight for humiliation or concern, and hurriedly began to chide himself for his choice of present.

"It's stupid. Fuck. I never should have bought i-mmmphh!"

The winged wolf shuddered happily, and had no choice but to relax and let it happen as Riddle kissed him deeply, practically throwing himself down over the more powerful wolf in his efforts to cease Tarin's self-deprecation before it could manifest in any meaningful way. Hands roamed over Tarin's chest, plucking open the buttons of the shirt he was wearing even as their tongues teased and flicked across one another between loud, rather sloppy smooches and giddy canine whimpers. By the time either male found themselves breathless enough to require a pause to their impromptu make-out, Tarin's chest was bare and his shirt dangling off the base off his wings. Riddle meanwhile while grinding his crotch against the larger wolf's own, and growling passionately as he eyed up the toy which had fallen to the floor beside the couch on which they lay.

"D-do you... would you like it if... I used it?"

Tarin's eyes widened.

"What?"

Riddle whimpered bashfully, but licked his friend across the muzzle once again, and made his intention even more clear.

"Would you like me to put on a show for you. To... to be here, when I use the toy for the first time. To watch me fuck myself with it. And... e-enjoy the show."

The winged wolf's cheeks flared crimson beneath his dark fur, and he gave a groan of helpless desire, but still shook his head.

"Oh, Riddle... I didn't buy this toy to make you feel like you owed me something sexual. This is the season of giving. I bought it because I know you have a soft spot for dragons, and I thought that when I wasn't around, you might enjoy being able to make your fantasies a little more... scaley, y'know?"

The blue eared wolf grinned where he sat straddling his friend and lover, and kissed Tarin gently on the lips yet again.

"Dumbass. I'm not saying I want to put on a show because I feel like I owe you one. I... I'm saying I want to put on a show because... I want to use it. I want to take this toy, and stuff it inside myself right now. And I want you to watch... b-because... because if there's one thing that could be hotter than my ass being filled with dragon cock, it'd be my ass being filled with dragon cock while I watch you jerking off to the sight of it. Only if you want to, obviously."

Tarin's eyes widened slightly, and despite his cheeks still burning like suns about to go nova, he chuckled.

"If I want to?"

The winged male pulled himself upright, lifting Riddle up in the process and essentially leaving himself with the other lupine now seated upon his lap. He wrapped his arms around Riddle's midsection, and slipped his hands under the fabric of the other wolf's own clothes. Gently running his fingers through the fur of Riddle's flanks, he nuzzled at the male's smiling, hopeful face with a tender growl.

"When do I ever not want to see you naked? When do I ever not want to see your cock hard? Riddle, it would be a privilege to watch you fuck yourself with my gift to you. The only downside is that because I'm watching... I won't be able to fuck you myself."

Growling, moaning, rubbing and kissing at one another in passionate intimacy, the two wolves held one another for a couple of minutes longer, whispering and teasing and getting one another all the more worked up with each passing second. Of all they said though, the final words uttered by Riddle before the blue eared-tipped wolf slipped out of his winged lover's grasp was really all that mattered in the grand scheme of things. For it was those words, above all others, that left Tarin shuddering, panting, and desperate for his friend's show to commence.

"...but don't worry, Tar'. Once I've used the toy once or twice... once I'm nice and warmed up, stretched out and ready for anything... I'm going to want you inside me. Your heat. Your knot. Your cum. I'm going to need everything that the dragon can't give me. And... god, I know when that happens, you'll fuck me so hard and so good I won't even remember the toy you got me in comparison."

With those words, Riddle slipped out of the winged wolf's grasp and darted out of the room. Left alone, rock hard inside his trousers and trembling in anticipation, there was little Tarin could do in that moment other than what he expected Riddle would also be doing right now. Preparing. Thus, the dark furred wolf began to peel off the remainder of his clothes until he sat down once more, utterly nude and with one hand already grasping at the only slightly thicker bulge at the base of his cock. He squeezed himself once, and grunted as a small trickle of pre-cum oozed down the underside of his member. He squeezed again, and whined as his wings shook, rustling their dark feathers in excitement. Before he could give himself a third masturbatory squeeze though, a figure appeared in the living room doorway once more.

Riddle padded back into the room, and moved not back to where Tarin was seated, but instead to a spot right beside the very Christmas tree under which that dildo had sat, neatly wrapped and disguised, for the last week or so. He laid out a towel upon the carpet, and with a bashful moan settled down upon it, his body naked and every bit as worked up, if not more so, as Tarin's own. In one hand he held a small bottle, which he up-ended over the digits of the other paw, and began to work down between his legs. At the same time, he glanced hungrily towards the winged wolf, spreading his legs wider and granting Tarin a full on view of him working a lube-coated finger into his backside.

"Ah... Tarin. Would you... aaah... be good and roll the toy over to me?"

The dildo was, of course, lying exactly where it had fallen when Riddle had tackled Tarin in gratitude earlier. Still in its cylindrical case, and positioned upon the floor right next to the winged wolf's left foot. Playfully, grinning from ear to ear as he nodded, Tarin flicked it with the tips of his toes, and sent it rolling over towards the wolf where Riddle lay some eight or nine feet away.

"Thanks."

Grinning himself, Riddle caught the rolling dildo under one foot, and ceased his anal preparations to reach down and pull the toy and its container closer still to himself. He popped the case open with a whimper of excitement, and the toy dropped out into his palm. Feeling it, holding it and witnessing it independent of its case, Riddle only now realised that the toy was, of course, pretty big. Probably ten useable inches in total, including the knotted end, and a shaft that started out pretty thick and only got thicker as it moved down through its ridges towards that almighty knot. He wasn't going to take it all first time, if ever, that much was clear. But goddamn... just looking at it, just holding its weight and feeling how smooth it was against his fingertips, he wanted to try. Not now, but at some point in the future, he wanted to see just how close he could get to having every last available millimetre of that hulking dragon hammering at his insides.

Yet more lube poured out over the toy as Riddle prepared it for use, running his paw up and down its length to ensure every last inch, even those likely unusable portions, were glistening and slick. Even when it seemed like he had used more than enough lube, he gave the tip of the toy an extra coating before setting the bottle aside. He lowered his arms, clutching the toy by the base, and lifted his legs, spreading them apart and showing himself off to Tarin in all his glory.

"Oh god..."

Tarin was already masturbating, trying to keep his strokes slow and sensibly paced so as not to overwhelm himself too quickly, but at the same time desperate for more pleasure as he watched Riddle lowering that thick dragon cock down between his cheeks, and press its tip to his already glistening and ever so slightly loosened up sphincter.

"W-watch me..."

The winged wolf's ears burned as he heard Riddle moan to him, as he watched the wolf's tail wagging from side to side upon the towel, and saw Riddle's head craning up to look down the length of his body and make sure that Tarin's eyes were on him... on his ass.

"Watch it fuck me. T-the dragon. Your dragon, Tarin..."

Riddle began to push the toy into himself. Slowly, not rushing things no matter how much his libido begged him to. He eased it in, closing his eyes and revelling in every curve and ridge of the rubbery draconic cock caressing the interior of his back passage. His own cock throbbed and drooled over his belly, twitching like crazy, aching with pleasure even though it remained untouched. Deep, longing whimpers erupted from the wolf as he felt an inch of the toy push into him. Two. Three. Four. Five inches, and more. He waited for the moment where his body would start to seriously push back, to fight and beg him to stop with sudden and agonising pain. But, that moment never came. The sixth inch pushed in, to the hilt of the latest ridge, and Riddle stopped. Gasping as his eyes flew open, he let loose a long, lingering whine of desperation and ecstasy. His hips bucked, and his cock strained with such urgency that for a moment, Tarin thought the wolf was going to cum right then and there.

He didn't though, and instead, began to fuck himself with the dildo. He didn't want to push too far, but that didn't mean he didn't wish to push his body to its limits. Moaning softly at first, but rapidly growing louder and more shameless as the pleasure overwhelmed him, Riddle began to work the new toy in and out of himself at a rhythmic pace. He felt it dragging across the surface of his prostate, stroking him and driving his cock to twitch and spurt strings of pre-cum across his torso. He yelped, and growled, and grunted in ecstasy. But no matter how great the pleasure he forced upon himself, and no matter how delicious the knowledge that there was a dragon shaped cock currently fucking him in the ass, that wasn't what kept Riddle so close to pleasure-stricken insanity at all times. That was all Tarin's fault. For no matter how loud Riddle moaned and yelped, no matter how slow and steady or faster and more forcefully he began to pleasure his own backside's inner workings, it could not equal just how arousing it was to hear the winged wolf howl and moan, and watch Tarin feverishly, frantically jerk himself off to the sight of Riddle's own pleasure.

The wolf fucking his own ass beneath the Christmas tree was the most erotic sight Tarin had ever witnessed, and to think that this was happening not only because of him, but in part for him to enjoy precisely as he now was... it drove the winged lupine wild. Though not quite as wild, of course, as when he heard Riddle call out to him with one more passionate, lust fuelled plea.

"Tarin... I... aa-ah... could you, do something for me? One last Christmas treat...?"

Only as he spoke did Riddle take one hand off the toy buried inside him, that now free paw drifting up towards his straining, dribbling cock, but not yet touching it. The winged wolf whimpered, and nodded to his pleasure-stricken companion.

"Anything. If I can do it... I'll do it."

Riddle grinned, and his cheeks flushed brighter than ever, though that didn't seem entirely possible, as he made his request.

"Tell me... promise me, w-when I cum... you'll do it too."

The winged wolf's eyes widened, and he groaned happily as he watched Riddle wrap his hand around his cock and begin to pump it in perfect time with the thrusts of the dildo into himself.

"Oh. Oh god, Tarin. I'm... yes... I'm so close. Watch me, Tarin. Watch me fuck my ass. W-watch me cum... w-watch, I... yes. I'm gonna... aah-aaahhh_yes_!"

Thick strings of cum began to erupt from the cock now clasped tight in Riddle's squeezing, stroking paw, arcing all the way over the wolf's head at first as he arched his back and howled in ecstasy. Then they were hitting him, in his face, on his chest, staining his fur glistening white as he bucked, and yelped, and held the dragon toy deep inside his ass as it clenched and his innermost muscles quivered in orgasmic overload.

And all the while, as he watched, as he listened, as he practically felt the pure elation surging through the wingless wolf's overwhelmed body, Tarin was right there with him. Snarling, grunting, and coating his own torso in hot strands of his seed, watching the toy clutched in Riddle's ass and simultaneously swelling with pride upon knowing that he had caused all that pleasure, yet still, deep down and through every cry of pleasure to escape him, wishing that it was his cock there rather than the toy. His hand wrapped around Riddle's straining shaft. His body making Riddle howl, and thrash, and cum so gloriously hard.

It was the season of giving... and as much joy as it brought him to give Riddle the toy, and witness the bliss it provoked... he still had so much more that he alone wanted to give to Riddle before Christmas day was done.

By Jeeves

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