Love under the Christmas Tree
Note: This is my first yiff story, so go easy on me, yeah? I won't go for disclaimers here, you should have read the tags, but this is not an extreme yiff story anyway.
This time of the year is here again. This place is snowing. Soft snowflakes descend from the sky and land lightly on my blue fur. I always feel that snowflakes look like cotton, just that they don't actually keep you warm. I try to catch one, but it simply melts after I open up my paw. I sigh and watch my breath dissipate into thin air.
A cold breeze blows past, making me shiver. I decide to shut the window and return back to my apartment, which is obviously warmer in comparison. I check the calendar again to make sure that it really is Christmas Eve. I hope that it isn't, but 24th December just stare right back at me. I don't like this. I may just have to spend this Christmas alone...
Up here in Kirison, I am far away from my family. I need to take at least a 3 hour drive to get back and that is without counting all the traffic jams and weather problems that may come along throughout the journey. It's too late for regrets now, even if I decide to set off now, I can only make it by tomorrow morning.
No, I'm not actually intending to leave my apartment at all. This apartment may not be large, but it is cozy and spacious enough for me. I'm lucky to have found this apartment. It's near my workplace, has markets and restaurants nearby, and even has a local college. But I've never studied there... I only moved in a few months ago, not that I need to study anyway, I've already graduated from college. I'm a 24 year old wolf already.
I sit down at the sofa, resting my head on my right arm and check my phone.
Nope. Still no news.
I sigh again and lie down on the sofa instead. I let my vision wander around the room, and ends up at the only source of light, the artificially lit Christmas tree. My vision traces along the tree garlands, eventually reaching the top, where the large star sits on the top of the tree. It glows on and off at a timed interval, making it look like it is almost alive.
I close my eyes and wish that I don't have to wait any longer. It is kind of sad and torturous to wait for so long. There isn't any news either, and that kinds of pisses me off. Now not only that I have to worry whether I'm really spending the Christmas alone, I have to worry whether if I should prepare for a feast in case he did make it back in time, or whether he may be so late that we can only meet next year.
I try to be optimistic, but it seems impossible. Earlier today the news already reported that there are traffic jams in many areas, and a particularly massive one on the route that he will be taking. Perhaps not today, he may not arrive today. But there's still some hope. Well, I'll just prepare for tomorrow's Christmas feast anyway, even if he didn't make it by tomorrow.
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Preparations for tomorrow's meal were done faster than I thought I would take. Even after I finished washing up, it is only near evening. I check my phone again.
Still nothing.
It sucks because of all times, his phone choose to be unavailable now. It is probably a flat battery. Maybe I should have gotten my mate a portable charger, solar charger or something for Christmas, I grumble silently in my mind.
This is our first Christmas alone together. The previous few were with each other's family, before we moved. I don't want to have our first Christmas to be spent separately from each other. I'm not into the religious part of Christmas; I'm a free-thinker, and I know our family and my mate feels the same way about Christmas. For us, we celebrate it for the joy of giving and receiving, the happiness of coming together with your loved ones, in your warm cozy home, sheltered from the winter cold outside...
But due to circumstances, both of us can't make it back to our families in time. We promised to visit after Christmas though. If my mate can't make it back by tomorrow, we may not be back to our families before next year as we planned, since we plan to go together. And now his phone is dead, I can't change our plans and can only wait till he arrives.
It has been a while since my mate and I last met... probably about a month ago?
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"Mmm... Your cooking is always the best, Dad!" my mate exclaimed.
His dad laughed and then added, "Really? Eat more then, I don't cook often and you don't stay here as much anymore..."
My mate cuts a piece of meat and attempted to feed me with his fork, when his parents gave an 'Eew... We're still here, son.' followed by a sudden ringtone coming from somewhere on the table. My phone screen was lit and displayed 'Boss'.
What on earth is my boss doing? Calling me in the middle of a Thanksgiving meal? Rick looked at me with a slight pout when I gently moved his fork away and excused myself to pick up the call.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, oh gosh, I'm terribly sorry to disturb you, but this is really urgent, or I won't be so desperate to call you. Please, I need your help. There are few urgent matters to attend to and I need you and Rick. I promise I'll give both of you bonus pay and extended holiday if both of you agree to help me on this. This is not an order but a request. Please?"
"Umm... What do we have to do?"
I called my mate over and put Boss on the speaker before he described our task and it certainly didn't sound good at all. I bet no one will take up such a task. Rick and I have to travel to different sides of the country to meet the clients, delivering and explaining our company's new research information and sample. Not only the journey is long, it will probably take an entire month at most to complete everything. This means that I won't be able to see my polar bear for almost a freaking month with a chance of missing Christmas. I was about to turn down the task before...
"Please, I'm begging you! I probably can't find another to help me already," said Boss, sniffing away, sounding as though he was going to cry.
I looked at Rick and he just shrugged and whispered to me, "Well, you decide then. If you want to, then I will follow."
"Okay, we'll do it."
-
I know what I've gotten myself into, so I can't complain. I finished my work earlier than my mate's, and my meeting point was nearer to our home in Kirison compared to Rick's. Throughout the last month, we can only talk through the phone as company. I miss my polar bear already, ever since we've parted last month. I miss his white fur, I miss his warmth, I miss his sweet voice (Oh, you know how it's different on the phone and in real life). Not only that, there are other... basic needs that I urge to fulfil. Though I really hate keeping blue balls, I didn't want to jerk off throughout the last month thinking of him. I feel that there is no point fantasizing and jerking off when I can have the real one... I just have to wait a little more...
I'm so tired of waiting. I admit I'm a rather impatient wolf. But I can't help but feel extra irritated when it is my mate I'm waiting for. And the fact that he can't pick up my calls doesn't help at all.
I decide to do something to keep my mind from my mate... Just in case I can't control my frustration and start smashing things out of anger. I dislike worrying about the unknown, it just stresses my mind.
Okay. How about a mug of hot chocolate? That sounds good, it always sounds good. A hot steaming sweet drink to savour on while waiting is a good idea.
I walk back into the kitchen and search for the stuff I need. I groan when I realise the most important ingredient is missing in our fridge: chocolate. I may have eaten the last batch a few days ago...
Argh! Of all times? I close the fridge and bang my head on the door several times. Gosh. I wonder if the convenience store or the supermarket is open. I just need some chocolate. I don't bother about the quality of chocolate I can get now, can't be picky at such timings.
I take my stuff and left the house. If I rush, I may make it in time. Nothing's going to stop me from my hot chocolate!
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Ends up I made it in time, just barely. The lynx is evidently sad when the small bell on the top of the door ring lightly as I enter signalling a customer is here, that he can't pack up just quite yet. But I already know what I'm here for, so within minutes, I have my chocolate in my arms and leaving the store. I walk slowly back to my apartment. After all, there's no rush to get back anyway. It is still snowing now. Kirsion have always been a place with a cold climate... but at least it isn't a snowstorm.
As I leisurely walk my way back, I look around, studying the area around me. I see a family of four, walking together hand-in-hand chatting happily and laughing together, which makes me feel a slight bit annoyed because I can't be with mine now. Then I see a couple sitting on a bus stop bench, with the girl's head on her boyfriend's shoulder. I wish that the couple is my mate and I, holding hands, snuggling and showing off our love to the world... or at least anyone who bothered to look.
I walk on and kept my mind on my mate. I eventually reach the outside of my apartment, by then the sky has darkened, and a fair amount of snow has collected on my muzzle from the walk. I brush them off and dig my pockets for my keys.
I open the door and warm air blows out at me. But the air seems too hot... I don't think I've put the thermostat so warm before leaving. Or is the air outside much colder than I thought?
I close the door, put my chocolate on the sofa and look around... Then I see my familiar white figure on the bottom of the Christmas tree, seated about a metre away from the source of the heat; the fireplace that is burning and cracking softly in the background, illuminating the room with an orange glow.
As I move closer to my mate, I notice that he isn't wearing anything; I can see his stub tail. And there's a silly large red ribbon that is tied around his neck. He is back facing me though; apparently looking at the star of the Christmas tree glowing on and off, as I did a few hours ago. I'm so happy that my vision is blurring by tears. It's been so long and I've been so worried that I may have to spend this night alone just now. Is this a dream?
Rick, my mate, my polar bear. I reach out and grab him into a hug, confirming that this is really physically him, right in front of me. He jump a bit at first, then relax and place a paw on my head, cooing softly as I bury my head into him, crying.
"Hush, pup. There's no need to cry. I'm sorry that I couldn't return your calls, but I'm not going anywhere away from you anyway, so there's no need to cry..." he said, petting my head.
"I..." I said between my sobs, "I've missed you so bad, it's been so long, I thought that I have to spend the holidays alone, I thought you can't make it back in time, I thought..."
I cried and babble incoherent sentences while he turn around and hold me, hugging me and rocking lightly. It took a while before I settle down, laying my head on his shoulder, just resting.
"Am I dreaming?" I ask, playing with his paw.
"Hah! No, silly. I'm back, really," he starts, "It's just a month and you're crying already. It's not like I'm gone forever, you know."
"I just miss you, and I don't want to spend Christmas alone without you... You have no idea how glad I am to see you home, though..." I nuzzle him for emphasis then add, "Why aren't you wearing anything? What about this thing on your neck?"
"Well, when I came home I couldn't find you. I thought of surprising you, so I didn't call. There was no surprise anyway, I didn't realise when you came back. But anyway, I know you will be worried about me when my phone had no power, it's kinda obvious, I don't think someone will ever give me 30 miss calls in a day. So I decide to give you a gift to make it up," he said, pointing his thumb at himself, "This. All yours to enjoy."
Once he said that, I pounce on him and grin, tail wagging about.
"Reaaaaaally? All mine? Weren't you mine all along though?"
"Eager, are we? You're right. I always have been and always will be yours and yours only," Rick said before getting a little shifty, "Unwrap your present already, a month's wait has been torturing me."
I take the ribbon off his neck and an idea strike my mind.
"This is my present, isn't it? So I'll call the shots. Put your hands behind your back."
"Why?" he ask, but he did what I told him to anyway.
I unfold the ribbon and use it to tie his hands together, ending with a secure knot. "You're going hands free tonight," I explain, "Just relax. Now, it's time for me to enjoy. I won't forget about you though."
Not giving him a chance to argue back, I kiss him deeply, pushing my tongue into his muzzle and grind myself against his smooth white fur as I rip myself off my clothes. Rick can't do anything much but moan into the kiss, with our tongues dancing and swapping saliva. Finally getting all my clothes off me, I use my paws and roam freely around his body, feeling the familiar touch of his body, kneading the muscles that hold raw power, releasing the tension that accumulated over the long drive.
Like a bear should be, Rick is muscular all over with a belly that I love rubbing. It's not that big compared to others; he isn't fat anyway, and I have no idea why I love rubbing his belly too. Probably because I'm sensitive to belly rubs myself.
I break the kiss to catch my breath, and I can see that he needs this as much as I do. His member is erect and at attention already; oozing pre. I resist my urge to stroke it; we won't last long since we had no release for a month and I want this to last. So I slowly work down his body, nibbling his neck, eliciting a happy growl from him. Then I move down to his pecs, massaging them as I suckle on his nipples, taking my time to alternate my attention on those two nubs that hardens after each suckle. I know my bear is feeling a little impatient for release, with his clenched teeth, a steady stream of pre and lewd humping movements. I ignore him and go lower. I nuzzle his belly, cradling it gently, using my paws to rub the small round belly, feeling his soft and warm tummy.
"S-stop teasing already," Rick spoke, "I'm gonna go crazy if you keep up on that."
"Too bad hun, I'm in control tonight," I said with a grin, "and no humping."
He let out a small whine and stops fidgeting. I smile at him and decide not to keep him waiting too long, just in case he breaks the ribbon using his strength and jerk it himself crazy. I lap at his sack, popping in one of his two large nuts at a time and suckle on it. Then I give one large lick all the way from his sack to the tip of his aching member, taking in all the pre that kept leaking out from his cumslit. He let out a loud moan at that. I give a few more licks then push his member past my lips into my muzzle. I take him all the way to the hilt (took me lots of practise to do that, thanks to his size), where my black nose is sniffing his pubic fur. I didn't move my head, feeling the throbbing member in my muzzle, while I tease him. From his looks and sudden twitching, it's clear that he is fighting hard not to hump into my muzzle. Slowly, I work up and down his member, which he let out a sigh of relief. I savour the taste of his pre in my mouth. I don't know if it differs much from male to male, but I love the taste of him, his pre, his cum all together with his hard-on. I easily bring him close to the edge, but he isn't going to get any release yet. I stop just before he can get to cum. He yells and humps the air wildly when I pull away, but nothing can get him to cum. He looks at me desperately with a whine.
"Not yet, hun. Not before me," I grin, "Lean back."
"Ugh..." is all he can say while he recovers from being cockblocked just now. He gasps before saying, "You will need this though." and hands me the bottle of lube that he somehow pull out from the bottom of the Christmas tree.
I take the bottle and move down his body. I nuzzle his sack then begin to lick his tailhole, lapping and occasionally poking my tongue inside, eliciting more moans from him. After digging his hole with my tongue for a while, I open the bottle of lube and pour it onto my fingers and my dick. I take one finger at a time and push it into his warm hole, feeling the familiar clench while I work and stretch him out. It's been a month already; his hole is tighter than I remembered and I don't want to hurt him even though I can't wait to ram my member into him. One by one, I eventually put three fingers and fiddled with his insides, finger-fucking him for a while, before I pull out my fingers and place the tip of my member on his pucker. I look at him for confirmation that he is ready, but he just looks back with his lust-crazed eyes and said, "Just put it in already."
Without any more hesitation, I apply pressure and pressed my member into his tailhole, where his sweet velvety hole swallows my member one inch at a time. I let out a moan as his tight hole envelops and presses in against my member, almost in a milking manner. I pull out slowly to the tip then push in again, slowly picking up pace after each hump. Within minutes, I am screwing him like no tomorrow while he moans like as though in heat along with the soft squelching sound from his bottom. My knot is swelling fast and I can't last very long with such an impressive, warm, tight hole. I watch as my knot ram against his hole, stretching it forcefully bit by bit every hump to accommodate the knot. Eventually my knot enters him and his ass clenches down in protest and drove me over the edge. I bit Rick's neck as I came thick ropes of cum and filled his needy hole, breeding and marking him as my mate once again. It took me a few moments before my orgasm dies down; I had a month's worth of cum to pump into him. Even my knot couldn't contain it all; my cum slowly leaks though my knot and to the floor.
Even though I've just got my release, I didn't forget about my mate. His member is throbbing madly and requires attention. With my lubed paw, I take his member and begin to stroke it, slowing bringing him to the edge, feeling the hardness, the girth and warmth as the glistening rod flex in my paw. He has his tongue roll out of his muzzle, drooling while I stroke his needy member. I know that he is close with his tailhole clenching on my knot and his breath getting faster. I tease him even more by using two fingers to stroke him off when he came close to the edge, with as little movement as possible, stroking especially on his sensitive tip, making him quiver at my touch.
After a while, I decide to stop torturing my mate. Seeing him trying not to hump and sweating so much, I kind of feel bad doing this. I return to the usual grip and fondle with his tool, watching his ball sack slowly pulling up tight. Before I realise it, his cum gates open and he came all over with a loud roar. His fertile cum painted by blue fur white as I continue to milk every drop of seed out from his dick. It took him a while before his cum became a dribble from his member. I kept stroking on his hyper sensitive member until he moans and his whole body jerked out of reflex.
It's going to be wet and sticky later on, but I just lean forward, undo the ribbon and hug my mate, enjoying the afterglow, listening to his heartbeat. I know he is going to say something about my teasing later on, because he seems to have lost all energy in him to say it now. My polar bear has his eyes closed and is huffing deeply, catching his breath from the intense teasing. But he did hug back though, and something tells me the night isn't over yet.
Seriously, yiff or not, he is the best thing that ever happened to me, though I don't know what I've done to snag him. No matter what, no Christmas present can beat this gift, this being that is my mate.
Every Christmas since I've met you, my wish to Santa is to have you, Rick. Now and hopefully, forever.