Stockings
Sun fell down on Soren's face. Slowly,
he opened his eyes. Eli was in his arms, still asleep. It was
probably the best way to wake up. Soren closed his eyes again,
feeling Eli's chest rising and falling against his as he breathed
in... out... in... out... Soren could even feel a gentle heartbeat.
He sighed, resisting the urge to squeeze him tight and kiss him. He
didn't want to wake him up now. Soren looked out the window. He was
still surprised every day that it wasn't winter weather outside. It
was probably close to sixty degrees right now, and the morning sun
lit the bay mist on fire. The bay was rather calm too. Maybe they'd
do something outside today. Soren laid there for over an hour,
feeling the warmth of Eli's body. He must have been dreaming
something. His tails were twitching and his hands were gripping at
Soren's chest fur. The sunlight crept further up their bed,
illuminating their whole bedroom. Slowly, Eli stirred, arching his
back as he stretched his jaws in a wide yawn. He flopped back down on
Soren's chest, smiling up on him as he nestled his cheek on Soren's
collarbones. "Morning, sweetie." "Merry Christmas, Eli," said Soren,
stroking the fur along Eli's back. "Yeah, it is that day isn't it,"
said Eli sleepily. "What do you want to do?""How about we start with breakfast?
What would you like?" "Bacon," said Eli, stroking a stray
silver tail. "Definitely bacon. And cheese. Lots of cheese."Soren smiled as he held Eli. "Sounds
like a plan. Will you let me up?" "No," said Eli, rolling his eyes.
"I'm just going to pin you to our bed while I ask you to make me
breakfast." He rolled off of Soren, his hand lingering on Soren's
cheek."I love you too," chuckled Soren,
giving him a quick kiss. He slipped on some blue plaid pajama pants
before getting started in the kitchen. He threw bacon in the frying
pan, putting the stove on the lowest setting. Bacon was best slow
cooked. He wasn't feeling omelets, so he fished around the fridge for
something to inspire him. He had some pizza dough that he kept
sitting in the back of a fridge. He always kept some of Jeanne's
dough in reserve. The recipe kept for a long time, and home-made
pizza was always fun to make. Even Eli could do it. Breakfast pizza it was then. Soren dug
out cheeses, sausage, and eggs along with the dough. He kneaded it
with his fingers, adding flour and water to revive it from it's
frigid slumber. A few quick tosses got the dough ready to bake. He
laid a few slices of provolone across the dough. Soren cracked and
fried three eggs, cooking them sunny side up. Sliding them onto the
dough, he took a fork and broke the yolks, spreading them around to
create a base for the rest of the toppings. He shredded cheddar on
top of the eggs. Giving the sausages a quick fry got them ready to
chop. He sprinkled them on top of the layers of cheese and egg. He
threw the dish in the broiler, just enough to start melting the
cheese. Soren casually walked over to their
bedroom door. It was locked. Soren was slightly bemused. Eli was
never modest about getting dressed around him. In fact he always
liked to show off a bit for him. Soren shrugged and knocked on the
door. "Food's on in a few." Eli's voice was muffled behind the
door. "Thanks, sweetie. Be out in a minute." Soren fished the pizza out of the oven,
briskly cutting it into slices for them. It wasn't really festive,
per se, but it would be tasty and warm. Eli emerged from their
bedroom, wearing a tight green collared shirt that Soren had given
him on their first Christmas. He sat down at their table smiling as
Soren dished his creation out for them, throwing numerous slabs of
bacon on the side. "Merry Christmas, dear." "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," said
Eli, kissing Soren on his cheek. He bit into a slice of the pizza.
"Mmm, you listened when I said lots of cheese. It's wonderful as
always." The two ate quickly, eager to pass
their gifts to each other. The pile under the tree wasn't very big,
but that didn't matter to them. They didn't need things. They had
things. They wanted each other. That was why they were celebrating
this Christmas alone. They wanted to enjoy the first Christmas that
they were married with only them. Just a small, quiet, private
celebration.They sat on their couch, cuddling as
Soren reached for the pile of gifts that Lyra, Logan, and Elly had
sent them. Elly continued to fuel Eli's love for old cartoons,
sending him seasons of Teen Titans. Lyra sent them both books, and
Logan had sent Soren the complete special edition of the Lord of the
Rings. Hours upon hours of movie for later! Soren gave Eli some new brushes, but it
paled in comparison to the huge, elegant, piece of artwork that Eli
had painted secretly for him. Soren felt like Eli would do nothing
but paint him if he could get away with it. He worked wonders with
soft brush strokes, mixing his slightly reflective silver fur with
the mist that often covered the city they lived in. If it weren't for
the blue eyes it would be hard to even locate his silhouette. Soren gaped at the painting. It was at
least four feet tall."Oh, wow... Eli, how long did it take you to
make this? It's so beautiful, sweetheart." "Not as long as you'd think,"
giggled Eli, cuddling closer to Soren's bare chest. "Did I tell you
that you're really sexy without a shirt on?" Soren kissed Eli's forehead,
reciprocating the cuddle. "Love you too. Where do you wanna hang
it?" "Our front door," joked Eli. Soren
gave him a dirty look."How would you like it in our dining room?""Only if you paint you, too,"
smiled Soren. "With all your portraits of me around here people
would think I was a narcissist. Besides, I wanna admire you too." "Fine then," said Eli. He shared a
long kiss with Soren, placing a hand on his cheek. "I'm glad you
like it. You never used to let me paint you." "Yeah, I know," sighed Soren. "It
helps I lost a bunch of weight by dancing with you." "You'll always be beautiful to me,"
whispered Eli, stroking the fur on Soren's chest. "You know that,
right?" "I know," sighed Soren. "Did I
tell you how much I loved you today?" "You tell me every day," said Eli,
resting his cheek on Soren's collarbones again. "And I tell you I
love you just as much.""How do you want to spend our
Christmas?" Eli snuggled even closer to Soren.
"With you. But just here. I don't want to make you put on a shirt."
Soren snorted and wrapped Eli in his
tails and arms. "You're such a hornball, you know that?""Don't act like you don't like it,"
giggled Eli, kissing Soren's neck. "I didn't say I didn't like it, I'm
just giving you shit." Eli laughed again, a light bark of
mirth. "I'm sorry. I didn't know my sister was staying with us
today." Soren rolled his eyes"Oh ha ha ha. I
love you too, smart ass. You still haven't answered my question.""I feel like painting, at least for a
while," said Eli, taking Soren's right hand in his left. "I hope
you don't mind." Soren closed his hands tighter around
Eli's. "I love to watch you, dear. You know that. Paint away." Eli extracted himself from Soren,
moving to the art room. This new condo didn't have a loft,
unfortunately, but the art room was large, and located in the corner
of the building, providing a wide view of the north and west windows.
When they first moved in it had carpet, but Eli ripped it out and put
in varnished hardwood floors. Carpet and paint don't exactly go
together, but Soren had a feeling Eli chose hardwood floor because it
emulated the feeling of their old loft. That was why they went for
the Kansas place in the first place.Eli took a reject canvas that was using
a lot of yellow and placed it on an easel, perusing his paints for
lots of warm colors. That was one of the things Soren liked about
Eli. He always tried to repurpose the canvases he messed up on. He
could easily have just bought new ones, but he liked trying to turn
his mistakes into a success. "What are you going to paint?""Well, you asked me to paint me, so I
thought I'd do that. Call it an impromptu Christmas gift."Soren nodded, grabbing a stool and
positioning it behind Eli's seat. Eli had selected his paints and sat
down, examining the pre-painted canvas to see where he could go with
it. Soren gently wrapped his arms around Eli's slim waist, making
sure Eli could move his arms without trouble. Eli gave a tiny growl
as Soren kissed his cheek and rested his muzzle on Eli's shoulder. Eli worked again with soft brush
strokes, using one of the brushes that Soren gave him this morning.
He started with a beige-orange vulpine silhouette, punctuated with
green eyes. The figure was stepping forward as though it was trying
to exit the canvas in which it was contained. Eli conjured sparks to
dry it, letting the warmth that emanated from his hands speed up the
process of drying the paint. Deepening the orange color on the same
soft brush, Eli created a fiery haze around his figure. It echoed and
contrasted Soren's gift picture: focusing on warm colors and invoking
thoughts of a fiery haze or mist in the sunset, depending on the
angle. Soren was entranced by the transformation that Eli performed
upon the canvas. He checked his watch. How could it be five thirty
yet? There was a small clatter as Eli placed
his pallet on a stand. He left the brush in a glass of water, letting
it soak so that it wouldn't be stained by the paint. Soren kissed
Eli's cheek again, unable to resist running his hands down his waist
and his hips. "Eli... it's beautiful."Eli leaned his head so that he rubbed
cheeks with Soren, who was still resting his muzzle on his shoulder.
"Thank you, Soren. I need to clean up a few things. Are you in the
mood for dinner?" "Yeah," said Soren, his stomach
rumbling its protest of skipping lunch. " Take your time, sweetie."
Soren meandered to the kitchen,
retrieving the dishes he had cooked the previous day. His favorite
sweet potatoes, his rolls, steaks, and a tossed salad. Ham or turkey
were more festive, but cooking those would have been way too much for
just the two of them. He preheated their double oven, the new model
heating to the proper temperature in no time. The rolls and potatoes
went in one over, the steaks in another. Now it was just a waiting
game. He set the table, served the salad,
poured the water and wine. Eli wasn't far behind, somehow keeping his
clothes pristine despite hours of painting. He swept Soren up in a
kiss, who responded with eager passion. "Thanks for cooking,
sweetheart." Soren held Eli close, stroking his
back. "Merry Christmas, dear. I'm glad you like it." The buzzer
rang for the potatoes and rolls. They only needed a few minutes to
warm them and Soren retrieved them to let them sit. Eli and Soren sat
together at the table, sipping at their red wine and chatting about
something inconsequential. Soren let Eli put his paws up on his
lap so he could give him a little paw rub, smiling as Eli closed his
eyes and sighed. "These are lovely socks," said Soren as his
fingers kneaded Eli's paw pads. "Mmm?" asked Eli, breaking out of
his trance. "These socks, they're nice," said
Soren, tugging a little at socks with dramatic, thick red and white
stripes. "Kind of festive. Nice fabric too. Its nice and soft." "Oh yeah," said Eli, wriggling his
toes. The socks were open at the bottom, keeping his paws bare but
warming his ankles. "I found them a few days ago. They were four
dollars too." The buzzer rang, and Soren put Eli's
paws back on the floor so he could get their steaks. Dinner was quiet
and tasty, neither of them talking but loving to be close to one
another. Soren broke his two drink rule, going through half of a
bottle of wine with Eli. They cleared their places, and Soren was
desperate to crack open his movies. Eli enthusiastically popped in
the disk, and they held each other on their black couch. They helped
each other finish the bottle of wine as the second part of Fellowship
wound down. It wasn't until the movie finished did
Soren notice that he didn't ever put a shirt on. It was a weird
feeling, spending all day dressed only in pajama pants. Oh well. He
hoped Eli appreciated it like he said he did. Well, considering he
was gently rubbing his cheek up against his bare chest, Soren
supposed that was a safe indicator that he enjoyed it. Soren kissed Eli gently before getting
up to use the bathroom. He returned shortly afterward. He glanced
around their living room. Huh. Eli was nowhere to be found. The TV
was off, and their little plastic tree had its lights out. "Eli?"
No answer. Huh. Soren wandered around the house. Eli
wasn't in the kitchen, the art room, the dining room. Their bedroom
doors were closed and a light was glowing from under the cracks of
the door. Soren knocked on their door. Eli's voice was muffled from
behind the door. "Come in."Soren opened the door, their bedroom
dimly lit by a single lamp. His jaw dropped. Eli was splayed
elegantly on the bed, his tails swishing elegantly across the sheets,
the bedspread rolled neatly up at the bottom of the bed.. He had his
arms lying on the bed, behind and above his pointed ears. His smile
wasn't wide but sensual, his head angled so Soren could only see one
green eye. His red striped stockings started at his ankles and came
all the way up to his upper thigh. But Soren's eyes were drawn to the
thin, bright red panties, barely containing Eli's ample sheath and
balls. "Nice socks." "As verbose as ever, darling" cooed
Eli, smiling a bit wider and giving Soren those seductive bedroom
eyes that could make even a straight guy melt. Soren took Eli's paw
in his hand and lifted it gently to his muzzle. He kissed his paw
pads five times before letting it back to the bed. Soren lowered his
own body to begin kissing his way up his legs. There was a click as
Eli turned off their bedside lamp. Soren loved Eli. He loved all things
about him: his creativity, his energy, his sense of adventurism, all
the care and love he gave to him. But besides that, Soren also held a
deep love affair with Eli's body. He was the most beautiful male
Soren had ever encountered. He was so slim, elegant, flexible,
coiled... his fur was soft, short but thick, so easy to run his
fingers through so that he could feel the contours of his body. His
tails were fluffy, dexterous, so able to reach around to tickle Soren
in the perfect, sensual spots. His body was always warm, always
smelling slightly sweet. Soren would love Eli no matter what his body
looked like, but Soren felt so privileged that he alone was able to
make love to Eli, that they belonged only to each other.Soren had reached Eli's thighs, rubbing
his hands on the inside of his legs while brushing his lips on the
outside. Eli's breath was quickening slightly. Soren knew every spot,
every place to touch, caress, and stroke that pleased Eli. Soren
picked up his pace, kissing Eli's flat navel and crawling onto their
massive bed so he could position himself over Eli's body. Placing his
hands on either side of his curved hips, Soren slid his hands across
Eli's sides until he reached his shoulders. As he used his hands,
Soren kissed Eli's navel, stomach, chest, collarbones, neck... lips. It was then where Eli couldn't resist,
unable to keep this arms and tails still. Eli clawed at his chest,
ran his tails around Eli's legs, leaning up to furiously kiss Soren
back. Soren got lost in Eli's muzzle, his intense but gentle touch,
his thin black lips that held the dry, sweet taste of their favorite
wine. He felt Eli reach to the pajama pants he had been wearing all
day, sliding them down his legs. Eli gave his rear a light squeeze as
his other hand extracted Soren's legs from his boxers now, so that
Soren's bare body hovered over his love.They broke apart as Eli brought his arm
in front of Soren's muzzle so that he could begin to kiss his hand.
Soren obliged with enthusiasm, moving down his arm to Eli's pointed
elbows, and then down to his shoulders and collar bones again. His
hands were busy too, still caressing Eli's slender, curved hips. Eli
was now breathing heavily, his chest heaving in lust. Eli always teased Soren, calling him
the Queen of Foreplay. But Soren knew Eli loved it too. He loved how
Soren touched him and kissed him and loved him. And Soren knew Eli
loved the he could touch him back in the same way. Soren had returned to Eli's chest,
working his way down, focusing on Eli's left side as he rubbed his
right side, gripping Eli's chest tuft with his other hand. Soren gave
a few quick kisses to his feminine hips before finally moving to the
goods. Eli wore the feminine garments so naturally, despite the fact
that the elastic strained as it contained Eli's generous sheath.
Slowly, Soren hooked a silver claw under the waistband, pulling the
panties down so that the sheath was revealed but still covered his
balls.Only the very pointed tip of Eli's
pride had slipped out, a cute bubblegum pink in color framed by a
swollen beige sheath. Soren lowered his lips to kiss that tip,
tasting the musk of Eli's body that mingled with the sweetness of his
body. Another kiss, a quick lick, a tiny squeeze coaxed an inch out.
Eli shuddered with each point of contact, a hiss escaping from his
mouth. Soren worked slowly, drawing out Eli's arousal as slowly as
possible, making Eli moan as the pre-orgasm tension filled his body.Soren continued to kiss his length,
extended but not fully swollen. Eli wasn't hissing now, he was
moaning, loudly as Soren began to use his tongue now. Eli loved it
messy, so Soren made sure to slobber up Eli's length. Wrapping his
long tongue around Eli's endowment, Soren licked and kissed Eli,
giving a tiny smooch at the leaking tip before wrapping his whole
muzzle over the length. Slowly, slowly Soren moved his head down,
accepting the whole length into his muzzle, pressing his lips into
Eli's engorged knot. To Soren's surprise, Eli sat up,
placing gentile hands on Soren's cheeks. He lifted Soren off of his
length, leaning down to kiss Soren. He whispered into the darkness.
"Sweetheart, will you let me take you tonight? Let me give you the
pleasure you always give me."Soren moved his hands up Eli's body,
reaching around his back to hold the back of his scalp. He gently
pressed their muzzles together before breaking apart. "Of course,
love. What do you want?" Soren eagerly let Eli steer him to his
hands and knees, let him run his hands through his fur on a journey
to his own sheath. Soren had long lost his anxiety about bottoming,
at least with Eli. But who else would he be having sex with? But Eli
always asked, always made sure that they were both willing to
continue in their intimacy. Soren was half out already. Eli
squeezed gently, coaxing the rest of his dark red length to its full
arousal, leaking onto the sheets. As Soren felt the telltale
tension in his knot, Eli gently guided Soren down, coxing him so that
he would lie on his stomach, spreadeagled, his head lying on his side
so he could gaze at Eli's wonderful figure, his length rolled back
past his balls so that it rested between his thighs. The extra
tension in his sheath made Soren sigh in pleasure. Soren relaxed
eagerly as felt the curtain of his tails being lovingly parted, his
rear massaged and pulled gently apart, Eli's tip gently, tentatively
entering him.Soren groaned as his ring stretched,
unable to beg for more. He felt Eli grip his shoulders and press him
lightly into the bed as he slid deeper, rubbing his knot against
Soren's muscle, baiting a tie but never pushing deeper. Soren felt
Eli's lips kiss his neck, his cheek. Eli whispered into a pointed
ear, "Tell me what you want darling." "Take me," gasped Soren, reaching
to hold a hand that was gripping his shoulder. "I'm yours tonight,
sweetheart." Eli kissed Soren on the cheek, around
the ears, on the parts of the arms he could reach, still inside
Soren. Eli straightened up, withdrawing his six of his inches before
coming back in, slowly thrusting again, coaxing Soren to loosen up a
bit so he could work faster. Soren panted, his back rising and
falling against the hands gently pressing him into their bed. Soren groaned again as Eli thrust
slightly faster, working at a consistent rhythm. They panted in
unison as Eli gripped tighter, thrust faster, arched his back away
from Soren's silver body. Soren felt Eli's cotton clad legs squeezing
his own thighs, the stockings rubbing against their fur. Soren felt
his own torqued length being caressed by two of Eli's tails, feeling
every strand of soft fur tickling his tense, engorged pride. Both
their tongues were out as they panted, lost in pleasure. "Soren,
are you ready sweetie?" Soren couldn't answer right away as he
gasped in ecstasy. "ye-yes! Please, Eli! Please!" The sensation
of tying was bliss. Eli forced his knot past his ring, feeling it
cram itself into his insides. Soren clenched in at a sporadic pace to
coax Eli into a messy finish. Soren gave his loudest moan yet as he
felt his insides warm with Eli's orgasm. The wet, viscous, sticky
sensation was heavenly, not just because it coaxed him into his own
release but because he heard Eli moan his name in pleasure. Eli's
back arched almost impossibly backward over their fanned tails, his
eyes were squeezed shut, his hands now gripping Soren's hips as tight
as he could so that it almost hurt. Soren's orgasm finally ended, his cum
saturating both of their tail fur, miraculously missing the
sheets. He felt Eli flop heavily onto his silver back, panting
heavily as he gently kissed Soren's neck and cheek. "Thank you,
sweetheart." "Would you like some more, darling,"
asked Soren, smiling as he felt Eli kissing him. "Only if you want
to." "Of course I'm up for it,"
whispered Eli, chuckling lightly. "Will you turn around, sweetie?""Will you get your knot out of my
tailhole?" Eli giggled, wriggling his hips to coax
his half-deflated knot out
of Soren. Eli propped himself on hands and knees over Soren. He
gently took Soren's silver shoulders and turned him so he was on his
back, kissing him as he settled his love back into their bed. Soren
grinned wolfishly as he leaned upwards, nipping his lover's neck and
collarbones. Eli gently lowered his hips onto Soren,
rubbing their sheaths and sticky, spent prides together. They gyrated
their hips together, letting friction do its job, coaxing them both
into lusty passion. Soren reached up and locked their muzzles again,
pressing their tongues together to intensify the lingering taste of
the wine and Eli's salty-sweet musk. Soren felt Eli leaking onto his
arousal and abs as well as the stickiness of his own pre on his
naval. Suddenly, Eli stopped his gyrations,
putting a hand on Soren's buff chest to signal a stop. Eli scooted
forward along Soren's now sticky naval to let his erection reach it's
full height and angle. Soren ran hands across Eli's chest, lingering
on his fluffy tuft as Eli adjusted his panties, covering his sheath
again, the elastic flattening his shaft against his skinny abs, the
fabric that covered his rear pulled aside to reveal his tight pink
tailhole. Soren grinned as Eli lowered himself on
to his leaking tip, watching his love close his eyes as he allowed
the thick red length into his body. They moaned together as Eli's
warm body enclosed his shaft. Eli's slender, sexy rear ground against
Soren's fat knot as Eli lowered the rest of his body on top of
Soren's chest. Soren felt delicate arms snake behind his back,
crossing and pulling their bodies closer together, his chest pressing
under Soren's silver muzzle. The stockings were pressed against the
sides of his lower torso, warm and soft and squeezing. They moaned
together. Slowly, Eli rode Soren's pride, slowly
lifting his rear up his muscle before slamming it down, hilting
himself on the knot. Soren was pinned between the pillowed head board
and Eli's body, unable to move as Eli road him rough. They groaned
again together. As Eli slammed himself into Soren's knot again, they
angled themselves again as they kissed lustily, tongues working
furiously again. They clawed at each other's backs, their panting
chests bumping together. The pleasure in Soren's length branched out
into his hips and chest. He began to thrust his hips into Eli as his
love began to forcibly lower himself down again, intensifying their
mutual pleasure. Eli broke apart from another furious
kiss. "Finish it, dear! Make me yours!" Uncrossing his arms, Soren ran his
fingers through Eli's back fur, tracing a path to Eli's rear. He
gripped firmly and pushed down, feeling the warmth of his husband
enclose his knot. The second release was sweeter than the first.
Soren couldn't count how many times he shot himself into Eli, feeling
his seed leaking from Eli's ring. Eli was in equal pleasure, his
length shooting sticky ropes onto both their chests, arching his back
again before flopping onto Soren's chest again. Eli rose and fell on
Soren's panting chest, both of them smiling as they panted.Eli shared a long kiss before he spoke.
"I thought I'd save the best gift for
last.""You know what they say," whispered
Soren as he parted Eli's long bangs out of his eyes, "It's better
to give than it is to receive." Eli snuggled himself up Soren's body,
resting his head directly under Soren's muzzle. "I think this is
the best Christmas I ever had" "Me too," said Soren. "Were you
wearing that underwear all day?" Eli giggled as he grinned
mischievously. "Mmhmm. They're actually quite comfortable. Did you
like them?""You'll always be sexy no matter what
you wear," said Soren, hugging their sticky bodies closer together.
"I love you, sweetheart.Eli stroked a silver cheek, lingering
on Soren's defined neck muscles. "I love you too, Soren. Merry
Christmas, sweetie."