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This story was written for DreamGod as part of my XXXMas Reindeer commission batch! It contains sexual acts between consenting adult males. :3

A Night with Donner

Tommy's breathing was heavy, and his tail was a blur as he felt the reindeer's lips touch his for the first time. The contact was electric, like some circuit within the shiba inu had been sparking but incomplete for his entire life up to that point, only to suddenly be completed by the pressing of that very particular set of lips to his own. His hands instinctively reached up and cupped the reindeer's face, only to find Donner's hands on the sides of his own muzzle, cradling one another's faces lovingly as their tongues ventured forth and the shiba inu found himself pressed more and more firmly against... god, his head was spinning so wildly he could barely even remember where he was. The whole day was a blur, and right then all he knew, all he wanted and needed to know was that so long as Donner's hands were upon him and the reindeer's tongue teasing its way between his lips in a deep French kiss, everything was good and right with the world.

Eventually of course, their kiss ended. Oxygen, the need for breath to fill Tommy's lungs, was an unfortunate necessity which he had neglected to the point where his head was starting to spin with a whole new kind of thrilling disorientation. As his bloodstream was re-oxygenated and his mind began to function a little more actively though, Tommy grinned and panted as he stared at the patiently smiling reindeer who looked every bit as ready and eager to resume their lip-lock as ever. He stared up into the taller male's eyes, felt the warmth, the softness and the firmness of Donner's body against his all at once as he stood there between the reindeer and the wall, and with a happy whine, he remembered.

He remembered walking in the local park, in that strange situation of trying not to laugh for fear of looking a little strange as he listened to one of his favourite podcasts and tried not to crack up in front of the occasional joggers or other early evening walkers taking advantage of the festive lights hung up around the park and the holiday craft market of various local businesses set up in large marquee tents at its centre. He remembered stopping by a model sleigh and considering how heavy it looked, how real, wondering if they'd driven it into the park on a huge truck or playfully considering whether it had been flown in direct from the North Pole by a group of...

That was when he'd looked up, blinked, and suddenly seen him. A reindeer, sitting on the front of the sleigh in what appeared to be the driver's position, just chilling out with his hoofed feet up and acting as though the cool air of the night wasn't bothering him in the slightest despite being only dressed in a rather tropically adorned, brightly coloured shirt and a pair of baggy knee length shorts. A reindeer who as Tommy stared and wondered why he hadn't noticed him there before glanced down at the wrapped up, coat, scarf and gloves clad shiba inu with a playful smile, and spoke a single word to him which had entirely muted the voices echoing through his headphones and reached the interior of Tommy's mind with unfettered clarity.

"Hey."

After that, the reindeer had slipped down off his perch, Tommy had pulled off one of his gloves and stuffed his headphones into his coat pocket where they were still attached to his phone, and soon afterwards they were walking hand in hand. Not speaking, not acknowledging how good or natural it felt as they walked to the market and warmly, casually perused it in one another's company without a single word, but knowing it and revelling in it all the same. At some point Tommy had become aware of the reindeer's grasp on his hand growing more... not firm, not aggressive or hard in the slightest, but somehow more intimate, more familiar and affectionate. It had been unabashedly so from the start of course, such contact couldn't be enjoyed without at least some degree of intimacy whether romantic, familial or otherwise platonic, but now with increasing tenderness to the point where it no longer felt remotely platonic, neither friendly nor familial in nature. Tommy didn't know how it was possible to feel so comfortable, so at ease and utterly relaxed around a near complete stranger, but the simple fact remained that he absolutely did, and that the longer he spent with Donner's hand in his own, the more he believed he knew about this reindeer. Not just his name, not just the magical impossibility of his entire existence, but... things so personal, so intimate that Tommy suddenly understood why he had seen him tonight, and why they couldn't bring themselves to part from one another's touch for even a moment since first beginning to do so.

They walked away from the market soon after. Not towards the exit of the park and Tommy's apartment some further ten minutes walking beyond it, but to the wooded far end of the park, slipping around a barrier gently suggesting that people leave that portion of the park untouched for tonight's market and stay in the more well lit and coordinated areas. They walked on and on as darkness surrounded them, but their footfalls remained confident as ever with the reassurance of one another's hands to guide them and urge them onward. Before long they reached the trees. A little after that, they found themselves leaving the path entirely and stepping out into the limited wilderness of the park's woodland. The scent of pine filled the air around them, and the occasional leaves of a more deciduous tree crinkled long dead beneath their feet. There came a point however when the sounds of the market in the distance trailed off, when the whole world seemed to fade away, and Tommy felt his stomach lurch as though the forest in which they were standing was no longer just a small, city managed copse but a vast and endless expanse of trees stretching off to infinity in all directions. A forest where they were guaranteed solitude, and where the night they had spent together was only just beginning.

Tommy gasped happily as Donner kissed him again, and as his mind caught back up to the present day, he knew where he was. He knew what it was up against which he was pressed, not a wall but the trunk of a tall, broad tree, and he knew that there was nowhere else in all the world he would rather be. He yelped through the muzzleful of reindeer tongue currently attempting to make out with him, and his eyes grew heavy lidded as he felt Donner's hips beginning to rock against his own, the undeniable firmness of the reindeer's erection boldly asserting its presence in a manner that was shockingly sudden for the shiba inu, and yet now that he considered it entirely welcome. Not just welcome, but gratefully received especially since Tommy had been rock hard in his own jeans for... god, for all he knew he'd been walking around with his trousers tented from the very moment that Donner first made eye contact. He couldn't think of a single moment in Donner's presence where he hadn't felt this way, but by some either lucky or cruel twist of fate, it was only now after the best part of the evening in Donner's presence that he realised what it was he felt for the reindeer.

Not just affection. Not just adoration. Not even just wholehearted and deep, sincere love.

He wanted Donner.

He craved Donner physically, sexually.

And with every moment that the reindeer's tongue spent teasing across his own or pressing him against that tree with soft grunts and gasps alongside sweeping, grinding strokes of his hips, it was becoming all too clear that Donner craved him just as much.

Hands finally left one another's faces upon the two still feverishly kissing, now humping, moaning lovers, and fell towards the parts of their bodies now most intimately and wildly engaged with one another. Tommy's fingers hooked around the upper edges of the waist of Donner's shorts, and in turn he felt strong reindeer digits beginning to tease loose his belt. Donner moaned loudly, deliriously happily into Tommy's muzzle as the shiba inu pulled down those shorts to the reindeer's knees, either feeling underwear slide away with them or recognising that none had been present to begin with. A few seconds later though it was the dog who was yelping and whimpering in embarrassed delight as he felt a cool breeze around his own genitalia, only it to be not only warmed but driven to an even greater state of burning desire than before as ever more boldly and firmly Donner began to press his hips forward and grind their now bare, exposed shafts against one another. It was far from the most intimate or sophisticated form of love making, in fact with their shafts crossing over one another and throbbing, twitching almost constantly it was near impossible to make perfect and constant contact between their cocks, but for what Tommy and Donner craved in that moment it was perfect.

They couldn't stop kissing. Couldn't stop their hands wandering as they began to tear off more and more of one another's clothes with no regard for the freezing night air around them. Tommy's coat, Donner's bright shirt, then the shiba inu's own shirt beneath it, they all fell away until Donner was nude aside from the shorts tangled round his calves and only Tommy's jeans around his knees and t-shirt remained. It could so easily have been teased free of course, but that would have meant letting their lips part. That would have meant stopping their fevered and constant kissing, Tommy feeling as though he hadn't breathed once in the last ten minutes but by the same token feeling like he could have gone another ten hours if it meant not having to part his muzzle from the reindeer's own and return their tongues to the solitude of their own maws. All they needed was to keep on kissing, to keep on touching one another with trembling and eagerly exploring hands, and to keep on humping. Rubbing. Pressing their cocks together as they twitched and strained and drooled with mutual glee and desperate excitement.

How long they stood there against that tree, hands roaming, tongues chasing and playing between soft lips and amidst breathy moans, eyelids fluttering and hearts racing, Tommy couldn't even begin to guess. Soon the pleasure was so intense that he couldn't keep track of even a couple of seconds passing without his mind slipping off elsewhere to think about how good Donner's pre-cum felt as it dribbled down the length of his cock, or how incredible it felt when Donner's fingers brushed over the side of his neck. Yet at the same time the pleasure remained deliciously inconsistent and variable, some thrusts squeezing their balls together while their shafts danced away in different directions, others grinding the very tips of their cocks together before a spurt of pre-cum from one or both sent them slipping out of contact, and a few, a very precious few aligning perfectly so that they were allowed to apply more pressure and truly grind against one another, revelling in the sensation of rock hard cock against rock hard cock, each fuelled and worked up by that very contact with the other man's own extreme arousal.

Finally, Tommy didn't think he could wait any longer. He wanted to be patient, he wanted to make this experience last as long as possible, but he was just too horny. Too worked up and too desperate to feel Donner cum, to feel the reindeer's hot essence spray over his belly; t-shirt now bunched up under his arms so everything from the chest downward was exposed, and to feel his own cock throbbing and spurting its cum all over Donner's own incredible erection while watching the expression on Donner's face as he did so. Any moment now he knew the time would come, and he'd dare to reach down between their bodies and grasp their cocks, forcibly pressing them together, holding them there as they humped and humped and humped for all they were worth. He kissed Donner deeper, harder, wordlessly expressing his desperation and joy to the reindeer through those actions and the frantic, mindless moans which accompanied them through lips and tongue and panting, saliva-dribbling exertion.

Even as one hand lifted away from the reindeer's back though, and began to descend a weaving course playfully caressing Donner's soft fur ever south upon his body, Tommy felt something incredible. Something he should have known, he should have felt was coming, yet which he had been far too wrapped up in his own mind to sense. He felt Donner's hand slide between their bodies. Donner's hand grab at not just his but both their cocks, wrapping them up and holding them tightly together. He felt the reindeer's body weight pressing even more firmly forward against him, pinning him to the tree, locking them together as Donner began to hump, to grind, to press their cocks and their bodies together more urgently and intimately than ever before with strong, overwhelming surges of pleasure crashing over them each and every time as cock to cock, throbbing length to slick, twitching length they rubbed and pulsed and teased. Their eyes bulged as they kept on kissing, though by then their lips were barely moving against one another, tongues having ceased their war, just holding their muzzles together as they whimpered and groaned back and forth, staring awe-stricken at the blissful, captivated expression in one another's eyes which they both knew they were responsible for provoking in their companion.

"Tommy..."

For all the signs that their climax was imminent though, it was only that, only a breathless, huskily gasped exclamation of the shiba inu's name from Donner's muzzle that truly betrayed just how consumed by one another's pleasure the pair had become. So overwhelmed, so overrun and utterly devastated by what they were feeling that they could no longer merely think about one another, but were reduced to speech in a final attempt to express themselves.

Thus, of course, as soon as he heard Donner moan his name and as soon as he felt the frantic lurching of the reindeer's cock which accompanied it, the bliss-stricken dog wished nothing more than to show his lover that even now he was right there with him, and that he understood exactly how Donner was feeling... because the reindeer was making him feel it too.

"Donner!"

They cried out one another's names in rapture, in helpless elation, and in doing so they surrendered the last vestiges of their control, and clung to one another in the midst of a wild, sloppy new kiss as their cocks began to erupt against one another, streaking and staining the other male's torso with hot ribbons of cum and painting their own erection's with a mixture of theirs and the lover's cum until both shafts were so slick and dribbling with glistening whiteness that Donner's paw could barely maintain a stable grip around them. They panted, bucked and shuddered as with spurt after spurt, wave after wave of cum it just kept on coming, they just kept on cumming like their bodies didn't dare stop, like the pleasure was so strong it was self perpetuating, each wave of pure ecstasy to crash over them triggering the next, and the next, and the next.

Tommy waited for it to end. Waited for the most blissful and lengthy orgasm of his life to be over, eager to recall it and even more eager already to try and recreate it. He felt his cock twitch again, and yet another hot rope of cum launch itself forth alongside a similarly ample burst from Donner. His eyes rolled back. He panted. He yelped. He rocked his hips against the reindeer, and gurgled breathlessly as another spurt of thick cum followed it. His eyelids fluttered, but somehow he held them open long enough to peer into Donner's eyes, and he whimpered as within them he saw not the shock he was feeling alongside this immense and seemingly ceaseless euphoria, but playful amusement. Delight at his own reaction, and teasing temptation, urging Tommy to let it continue.

Their cocks rubbed together. Their bodies were stained and streaked with one another's cum. The pleasure went on, and on, and on as devastatingly incredible as ever, swelling and raging at ever greater extremes with each passing moment. At any instant, Tommy knew that it could be over. It would be over if he needed it to be, and then he and Donner could do whatever they wished with the rest of their night together. More walking. More kissing. More humping, and at some point if they wished it, more cumming together. But... with the exception of the walking part, it seemed as though Donner could grant them all of that right now, no waiting, no delay, no intermediary periods between those rampant highs.

It was impossible.

But then again, from the moment he had seen Donner in that sleigh which even now he was certain had been empty just an instant before, impossible had been the highlight of Tommy's entire evening, leading up to this truly incredible night.

So, trembling, humping, kissing, cumming... who was he to turn down the impossible not only when the evidence of it was happening all around and within him, but especially when it felt so damn good.

By Jeeves

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