{"sf1_id":638442,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Stockings","author":"DarkSoulsSauron","words":4578,"posted_at":"2013-12-27T01:12:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bareback","Feet","Gay Relationships","M/M","Oral","ninetales"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/638442-stockings","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/638442","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=638442\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Sun fell down on Soren's face. Slowly,\nhe opened his eyes. Eli was in his arms, still asleep. It was\nprobably the best way to wake up. Soren closed his eyes again,\nfeeling Eli's chest rising and falling against his as he breathed\nin... out... in... out... Soren could even feel a gentle heartbeat.\nHe sighed, resisting the urge to squeeze him tight and kiss him. He\ndidn't want to wake him up now. Soren looked out the window. He was\nstill surprised every day that it wasn't winter weather outside. It\nwas probably close to sixty degrees right now, and the morning sun\nlit the bay mist on fire. The bay was rather calm too. Maybe they'd\ndo something outside today. Soren laid there for over an hour,\nfeeling the warmth of Eli's body. He must have been dreaming\nsomething. His tails were twitching and his hands were gripping at\nSoren's chest fur. The sunlight crept further up their bed,\nilluminating their whole bedroom. Slowly, Eli stirred, arching his\nback as he stretched his jaws in a wide yawn. He flopped back down on\nSoren's chest, smiling up on him as he nestled his cheek on Soren's\ncollarbones. \"Morning, sweetie.\" \"Merry Christmas, Eli,\" said Soren,\nstroking the fur along Eli's back. \"Yeah, it is that day isn't it,\"\nsaid Eli sleepily. \"What do you want to do?\"\"How about we start with breakfast?\nWhat would you like?\" \"Bacon,\" said Eli, stroking a stray\nsilver tail. \"Definitely bacon. And cheese. Lots of cheese.\"Soren smiled as he held Eli. \"Sounds\nlike a plan. Will you let me up?\" \"No,\" said Eli, rolling his eyes.\n\"I'm just going to pin you to our bed while I ask you to make me\nbreakfast.\" He rolled off of Soren, his hand lingering on Soren's\ncheek.\"I love you too,\" chuckled Soren,\ngiving him a quick kiss. He slipped on some blue plaid pajama pants\nbefore getting started in the kitchen. He threw bacon in the frying\npan, putting the stove on the lowest setting. Bacon was best slow\ncooked. He wasn't feeling omelets, so he fished around the fridge for\nsomething to inspire him. He had some pizza dough that he kept\nsitting in the back of a fridge. He always kept some of Jeanne's\ndough in reserve. The recipe kept for a long time, and home-made\npizza was always fun to make. Even Eli could do it. Breakfast pizza it was then. Soren dug\nout cheeses, sausage, and eggs along with the dough. He kneaded it\nwith his fingers, adding flour and water to revive it from it's\nfrigid slumber. A few quick tosses got the dough ready to bake. He\nlaid a few slices of provolone across the dough. Soren cracked and\nfried three eggs, cooking them sunny side up. Sliding them onto the\ndough, he took a fork and broke the yolks, spreading them around to\ncreate a base for the rest of the toppings. He shredded cheddar on\ntop of the eggs. Giving the sausages a quick fry got them ready to\nchop. He sprinkled them on top of the layers of cheese and egg. He\nthrew the dish in the broiler, just enough to start melting the\ncheese. Soren casually walked over to their\nbedroom door. It was locked. Soren was slightly bemused. Eli was\nnever modest about getting dressed around him. In fact he always\nliked to show off a bit for him. Soren shrugged and knocked on the\ndoor. \"Food's on in a few.\" Eli's voice was muffled behind the\ndoor. \"Thanks, sweetie. Be out in a minute.\" Soren fished the pizza out of the oven,\nbriskly cutting it into slices for them. It wasn't really festive,\nper se, but it would be tasty and warm. Eli emerged from their\nbedroom, wearing a tight green collared shirt that Soren had given\nhim on their first Christmas. He sat down at their table smiling as\nSoren dished his creation out for them, throwing numerous slabs of\nbacon on the side. \"Merry Christmas, dear.\" \"Merry Christmas, sweetheart,\" said\nEli, kissing Soren on his cheek. He bit into a slice of the pizza.\n\"Mmm, you listened when I said lots of cheese. It's wonderful as\nalways.\" The two ate quickly, eager to pass\ntheir gifts to each other. The pile under the tree wasn't very big,\nbut that didn't matter to them. They didn't need things. They had\nthings. They wanted each other. That was why they were celebrating\nthis Christmas alone. They wanted to enjoy the first Christmas that\nthey were married with only them. Just a small, quiet, private\ncelebration.They sat on their couch, cuddling as\nSoren reached for the pile of gifts that Lyra, Logan, and Elly had\nsent them. Elly continued to fuel Eli's love for old cartoons,\nsending him seasons of Teen Titans. Lyra sent them both books, and\nLogan had sent Soren the complete special edition of the Lord of the\nRings. Hours upon hours of movie for later! Soren gave Eli some new brushes, but it\npaled in comparison to the huge, elegant, piece of artwork that Eli\nhad painted secretly for him. Soren felt like Eli would do nothing\nbut paint him if he could get away with it. He worked wonders with\nsoft brush strokes, mixing his slightly reflective silver fur with\nthe mist that often covered the city they lived in. If it weren't for\nthe blue eyes it would be hard to even locate his silhouette. Soren gaped at the painting. It was at\nleast four feet tall.\"Oh, wow... Eli, how long did it take you to\nmake this? It's so beautiful, sweetheart.\" \"Not as long as you'd think,\"\ngiggled Eli, cuddling closer to Soren's bare chest. \"Did I tell you\nthat you're really sexy without a shirt on?\" Soren kissed Eli's forehead,\nreciprocating the cuddle. \"Love you too. Where do you wanna hang\nit?\" \"Our front door,\" joked Eli. Soren\ngave him a dirty look.\"How would you like it in our dining room?\"\"Only if you paint you, too,\"\nsmiled Soren. \"With all your portraits of me around here people\nwould think I was a narcissist. Besides, I wanna admire you too.\" \"Fine then,\" said Eli. He shared a\nlong kiss with Soren, placing a hand on his cheek. \"I'm glad you\nlike it. You never used to let me paint you.\" \"Yeah, I know,\" sighed Soren. \"It\nhelps I lost a bunch of weight by dancing with you.\" \"You'll always be beautiful to me,\"\nwhispered Eli, stroking the fur on Soren's chest. \"You know that,\nright?\" \"I know,\" sighed Soren. \"Did I\ntell you how much I loved you today?\" \"You tell me every day,\" said Eli,\nresting his cheek on Soren's collarbones again. \"And I tell you I\nlove you just as much.\"\"How do you want to spend our\nChristmas?\" Eli snuggled even closer to Soren.\n\"With you. But just here. I don't want to make you put on a shirt.\"\nSoren snorted and wrapped Eli in his\ntails and arms. \"You're such a hornball, you know that?\"\"Don't act like you don't like it,\"\ngiggled Eli, kissing Soren's neck. \"I didn't say I didn't like it, I'm\njust giving you shit.\" Eli laughed again, a light bark of\nmirth. \"I'm sorry. I didn't know my sister was staying with us\ntoday.\" Soren rolled his eyes\"Oh ha ha ha. I\nlove you too, smart ass. You still haven't answered my question.\"\"I feel like painting, at least for a\nwhile,\" said Eli, taking Soren's right hand in his left. \"I hope\nyou don't mind.\" Soren closed his hands tighter around\nEli's. \"I love to watch you, dear. You know that. Paint away.\" Eli extracted himself from Soren,\nmoving to the art room. This new condo didn't have a loft,\nunfortunately, but the art room was large, and located in the corner\nof the building, providing a wide view of the north and west windows.\nWhen they first moved in it had carpet, but Eli ripped it out and put\nin varnished hardwood floors. Carpet and paint don't exactly go\ntogether, but Soren had a feeling Eli chose hardwood floor because it\nemulated the feeling of their old loft. That was why they went for\nthe Kansas place in the first place.Eli took a reject canvas that was using\na lot of yellow and placed it on an easel, perusing his paints for\nlots of warm colors. That was one of the things Soren liked about\nEli. He always tried to repurpose the canvases he messed up on. He\ncould easily have just bought new ones, but he liked trying to turn\nhis mistakes into a success. \"What are you going to paint?\"\"Well, you asked me to paint me, so I\nthought I'd do that. Call it an impromptu Christmas gift.\"Soren nodded, grabbing a stool and\npositioning it behind Eli's seat. Eli had selected his paints and sat\ndown, examining the pre-painted canvas to see where he could go with\nit. Soren gently wrapped his arms around Eli's slim waist, making\nsure Eli could move his arms without trouble. Eli gave a tiny growl\nas Soren kissed his cheek and rested his muzzle on Eli's shoulder. Eli worked again with soft brush\nstrokes, using one of the brushes that Soren gave him this morning.\nHe started with a beige-orange vulpine silhouette, punctuated with\ngreen eyes. The figure was stepping forward as though it was trying\nto exit the canvas in which it was contained. Eli conjured sparks to\ndry it, letting the warmth that emanated from his hands speed up the\nprocess of drying the paint. Deepening the orange color on the same\nsoft brush, Eli created a fiery haze around his figure. It echoed and\ncontrasted Soren's gift picture: focusing on warm colors and invoking\nthoughts of a fiery haze or mist in the sunset, depending on the\nangle. Soren was entranced by the transformation that Eli performed\nupon the canvas. He checked his watch. How could it be five thirty\nyet? There was a small clatter as Eli placed\nhis pallet on a stand. He left the brush in a glass of water, letting\nit soak so that it wouldn't be stained by the paint. Soren kissed\nEli's cheek again, unable to resist running his hands down his waist\nand his hips. \"Eli... it's beautiful.\"Eli leaned his head so that he rubbed\ncheeks with Soren, who was still resting his muzzle on his shoulder.\n\"Thank you, Soren. I need to clean up a few things. Are you in the\nmood for dinner?\" \"Yeah,\" said Soren, his stomach\nrumbling its protest of skipping lunch. \" Take your time, sweetie.\"\nSoren meandered to the kitchen,\nretrieving the dishes he had cooked the previous day. His favorite\nsweet potatoes, his rolls, steaks, and a tossed salad. Ham or turkey\nwere more festive, but cooking those would have been way too much for\njust the two of them. He preheated their double oven, the new model\nheating to the proper temperature in no time. The rolls and potatoes\nwent in one over, the steaks in another. Now it was just a waiting\ngame. He set the table, served the salad,\npoured the water and wine. Eli wasn't far behind, somehow keeping his\nclothes pristine despite hours of painting. He swept Soren up in a\nkiss, who responded with eager passion. \"Thanks for cooking,\nsweetheart.\" Soren held Eli close, stroking his\nback. \"Merry Christmas, dear. I'm glad you like it.\" The buzzer\nrang for the potatoes and rolls. They only needed a few minutes to\nwarm them and Soren retrieved them to let them sit. Eli and Soren sat\ntogether at the table, sipping at their red wine and chatting about\nsomething inconsequential. Soren let Eli put his paws up on his\nlap so he could give him a little paw rub, smiling as Eli closed his\neyes and sighed. \"These are lovely socks,\" said Soren as his\nfingers kneaded Eli's paw pads. \"Mmm?\" asked Eli, breaking out of\nhis trance. \"These socks, they're nice,\" said\nSoren, tugging a little at socks with dramatic, thick red and white\nstripes. \"Kind of festive. Nice fabric too. Its nice and soft.\" \"Oh yeah,\" said Eli, wriggling his\ntoes. The socks were open at the bottom, keeping his paws bare but\nwarming his ankles. \"I found them a few days ago. They were four\ndollars too.\" The buzzer rang, and Soren put Eli's\npaws back on the floor so he could get their steaks. Dinner was quiet\nand tasty, neither of them talking but loving to be close to one\nanother. Soren broke his two drink rule, going through half of a\nbottle of wine with Eli. They cleared their places, and Soren was\ndesperate to crack open his movies. Eli enthusiastically popped in\nthe disk, and they held each other on their black couch. They helped\neach other finish the bottle of wine as the second part of Fellowship\nwound down. It wasn't until the movie finished did\nSoren notice that he didn't ever put a shirt on. It was a weird\nfeeling, spending all day dressed only in pajama pants. Oh well. He\nhoped Eli appreciated it like he said he did. Well, considering he\nwas gently rubbing his cheek up against his bare chest, Soren\nsupposed that was a safe indicator that he enjoyed it. Soren kissed Eli gently before getting\nup to use the bathroom. He returned shortly afterward. He glanced\naround their living room. Huh. Eli was nowhere to be found. The TV\nwas off, and their little plastic tree had its lights out. \"Eli?\"\nNo answer. Huh. Soren wandered around the house. Eli\nwasn't in the kitchen, the art room, the dining room. Their bedroom\ndoors were closed and a light was glowing from under the cracks of\nthe door. Soren knocked on their door. Eli's voice was muffled from\nbehind the door. \"Come in.\"Soren opened the door, their bedroom\ndimly lit by a single lamp. His jaw dropped. Eli was splayed\nelegantly on the bed, his tails swishing elegantly across the sheets,\nthe bedspread rolled neatly up at the bottom of the bed.. He had his\narms lying on the bed, behind and above his pointed ears. His smile\nwasn't wide but sensual, his head angled so Soren could only see one\ngreen eye. His red striped stockings started at his ankles and came\nall the way up to his upper thigh. But Soren's eyes were drawn to the\nthin, bright red panties, barely containing Eli's ample sheath and\nballs. \"Nice socks.\" \"As verbose as ever, darling\" cooed\nEli, smiling a bit wider and giving Soren those seductive bedroom\neyes that could make even a straight guy melt. Soren took Eli's paw\nin his hand and lifted it gently to his muzzle. He kissed his paw\npads five times before letting it back to the bed. Soren lowered his\nown body to begin kissing his way up his legs. There was a click as\nEli turned off their bedside lamp. Soren loved Eli. He loved all things\nabout him: his creativity, his energy, his sense of adventurism, all\nthe care and love he gave to him. But besides that, Soren also held a\ndeep love affair with Eli's body. He was the most beautiful male\nSoren had ever encountered. He was so slim, elegant, flexible,\ncoiled... his fur was soft, short but thick, so easy to run his\nfingers through so that he could feel the contours of his body. His\ntails were fluffy, dexterous, so able to reach around to tickle Soren\nin the perfect, sensual spots. His body was always warm, always\nsmelling slightly sweet. Soren would love Eli no matter what his body\nlooked like, but Soren felt so privileged that he alone was able to\nmake love to Eli, that they belonged only to each other.Soren had reached Eli's thighs, rubbing\nhis hands on the inside of his legs while brushing his lips on the\noutside. Eli's breath was quickening slightly. Soren knew every spot,\nevery place to touch, caress, and stroke that pleased Eli. Soren\npicked up his pace, kissing Eli's flat navel and crawling onto their\nmassive bed so he could position himself over Eli's body. Placing his\nhands on either side of his curved hips, Soren slid his hands across\nEli's sides until he reached his shoulders. As he used his hands,\nSoren kissed Eli's navel, stomach, chest, collarbones, neck... lips. It was then where Eli couldn't resist,\nunable to keep this arms and tails still. Eli clawed at his chest,\nran his tails around Eli's legs, leaning up to furiously kiss Soren\nback. Soren got lost in Eli's muzzle, his intense but gentle touch,\nhis thin black lips that held the dry, sweet taste of their favorite\nwine. He felt Eli reach to the pajama pants he had been wearing all\nday, sliding them down his legs. Eli gave his rear a light squeeze as\nhis other hand extracted Soren's legs from his boxers now, so that\nSoren's bare body hovered over his love.They broke apart as Eli brought his arm\nin front of Soren's muzzle so that he could begin to kiss his hand.\nSoren obliged with enthusiasm, moving down his arm to Eli's pointed\nelbows, and then down to his shoulders and collar bones again. His\nhands were busy too, still caressing Eli's slender, curved hips. Eli\nwas now breathing heavily, his chest heaving in lust. Eli always teased Soren, calling him\nthe Queen of Foreplay. But Soren knew Eli loved it too. He loved how\nSoren touched him and kissed him and loved him. And Soren knew Eli\nloved the he could touch him back in the same way. Soren had returned to Eli's chest,\nworking his way down, focusing on Eli's left side as he rubbed his\nright side, gripping Eli's chest tuft with his other hand. Soren gave\na few quick kisses to his feminine hips before finally moving to the\ngoods. Eli wore the feminine garments so naturally, despite the fact\nthat the elastic strained as it contained Eli's generous sheath.\nSlowly, Soren hooked a silver claw under the waistband, pulling the\npanties down so that the sheath was revealed but still covered his\nballs.Only the very pointed tip of Eli's\npride had slipped out, a cute bubblegum pink in color framed by a\nswollen beige sheath. Soren lowered his lips to kiss that tip,\ntasting the musk of Eli's body that mingled with the sweetness of his\nbody. Another kiss, a quick lick, a tiny squeeze coaxed an inch out.\nEli shuddered with each point of contact, a hiss escaping from his\nmouth. Soren worked slowly, drawing out Eli's arousal as slowly as\npossible, making Eli moan as the pre-orgasm tension filled his body.Soren continued to kiss his length,\nextended but not fully swollen. Eli wasn't hissing now, he was\nmoaning, loudly as Soren began to use his tongue now. Eli loved it\nmessy, so Soren made sure to slobber up Eli's length. Wrapping his\nlong tongue around Eli's endowment, Soren licked and kissed Eli,\ngiving a tiny smooch at the leaking tip before wrapping his whole\nmuzzle over the length. Slowly, slowly Soren moved his head down,\naccepting the whole length into his muzzle, pressing his lips into\nEli's engorged knot. To Soren's surprise, Eli sat up,\nplacing gentile hands on Soren's cheeks. He lifted Soren off of his\nlength, leaning down to kiss Soren. He whispered into the darkness.\n\"Sweetheart, will you let me take you tonight? Let me give you the\npleasure you always give me.\"Soren moved his hands up Eli's body,\nreaching around his back to hold the back of his scalp. He gently\npressed their muzzles together before breaking apart. \"Of course,\nlove. What do you want?\" Soren eagerly let Eli steer him to his\nhands and knees, let him run his hands through his fur on a journey\nto his own sheath. Soren had long lost his anxiety about bottoming,\nat least with Eli. But who else would he be having sex with? But Eli\nalways asked, always made sure that they were both willing to\ncontinue in their intimacy. Soren was half out already. Eli\nsqueezed gently, coaxing the rest of his dark red length to its full\narousal, leaking onto the sheets. As Soren felt the telltale\ntension in his knot, Eli gently guided Soren down, coxing him so that\nhe would lie on his stomach, spreadeagled, his head lying on his side\nso he could gaze at Eli's wonderful figure, his length rolled back\npast his balls so that it rested between his thighs. The extra\ntension in his sheath made Soren sigh in pleasure. Soren relaxed\neagerly as felt the curtain of his tails being lovingly parted, his\nrear massaged and pulled gently apart, Eli's tip gently, tentatively\nentering him.Soren groaned as his ring stretched,\nunable to beg for more. He felt Eli grip his shoulders and press him\nlightly into the bed as he slid deeper, rubbing his knot against\nSoren's muscle, baiting a tie but never pushing deeper. Soren felt\nEli's lips kiss his neck, his cheek. Eli whispered into a pointed\near, \"Tell me what you want darling.\" \"Take me,\" gasped Soren, reaching\nto hold a hand that was gripping his shoulder. \"I'm yours tonight,\nsweetheart.\" Eli kissed Soren on the cheek, around\nthe ears, on the parts of the arms he could reach, still inside\nSoren. Eli straightened up, withdrawing his six of his inches before\ncoming back in, slowly thrusting again, coaxing Soren to loosen up a\nbit so he could work faster. Soren panted, his back rising and\nfalling against the hands gently pressing him into their bed. Soren groaned again as Eli thrust\nslightly faster, working at a consistent rhythm. They panted in\nunison as Eli gripped tighter, thrust faster, arched his back away\nfrom Soren's silver body. Soren felt Eli's cotton clad legs squeezing\nhis own thighs, the stockings rubbing against their fur. Soren felt\nhis own torqued length being caressed by two of Eli's tails, feeling\nevery strand of soft fur tickling his tense, engorged pride. Both\ntheir tongues were out as they panted, lost in pleasure. \"Soren,\nare you ready sweetie?\" Soren couldn't answer right away as he\ngasped in ecstasy. \"ye-yes! Please, Eli! Please!\" The sensation\nof tying was bliss. Eli forced his knot past his ring, feeling it\ncram itself into his insides. Soren clenched in at a sporadic pace to\ncoax Eli into a messy finish. Soren gave his loudest moan yet as he\nfelt his insides warm with Eli's orgasm. The wet, viscous, sticky\nsensation was heavenly, not just because it coaxed him into his own\nrelease but because he heard Eli moan his name in pleasure. Eli's\nback arched almost impossibly backward over their fanned tails, his\neyes were squeezed shut, his hands now gripping Soren's hips as tight\nas he could so that it almost hurt. Soren's orgasm finally ended, his cum\nsaturating both of their tail fur, miraculously missing the\nsheets. He felt Eli flop heavily onto his silver back, panting\nheavily as he gently kissed Soren's neck and cheek. \"Thank you,\nsweetheart.\" \"Would you like some more, darling,\"\nasked Soren, smiling as he felt Eli kissing him. \"Only if you want\nto.\" \"Of course I'm up for it,\"\nwhispered Eli, chuckling lightly. \"Will you turn around, sweetie?\"\"Will you get your knot out of my\ntailhole?\" Eli giggled, wriggling his hips to coax\nhis half-deflated knot out\nof Soren. Eli propped himself on hands and knees over Soren. He\ngently took Soren's silver shoulders and turned him so he was on his\nback, kissing him as he settled his love back into their bed. Soren\ngrinned wolfishly as he leaned upwards, nipping his lover's neck and\ncollarbones. Eli gently lowered his hips onto Soren,\nrubbing their sheaths and sticky, spent prides together. They gyrated\ntheir hips together, letting friction do its job, coaxing them both\ninto lusty passion. Soren reached up and locked their muzzles again,\npressing their tongues together to intensify the lingering taste of\nthe wine and Eli's salty-sweet musk. Soren felt Eli leaking onto his\narousal and abs as well as the stickiness of his own pre on his\nnaval. Suddenly, Eli stopped his gyrations,\nputting a hand on Soren's buff chest to signal a stop. Eli scooted\nforward along Soren's now sticky naval to let his erection reach it's\nfull height and angle. Soren ran hands across Eli's chest, lingering\non his fluffy tuft as Eli adjusted his panties, covering his sheath\nagain, the elastic flattening his shaft against his skinny abs, the\nfabric that covered his rear pulled aside to reveal his tight pink\ntailhole. Soren grinned as Eli lowered himself on\nto his leaking tip, watching his love close his eyes as he allowed\nthe thick red length into his body. They moaned together as Eli's\nwarm body enclosed his shaft. Eli's slender, sexy rear ground against\nSoren's fat knot as Eli lowered the rest of his body on top of\nSoren's chest. Soren felt delicate arms snake behind his back,\ncrossing and pulling their bodies closer together, his chest pressing\nunder Soren's silver muzzle. The stockings were pressed against the\nsides of his lower torso, warm and soft and squeezing. They moaned\ntogether. Slowly, Eli rode Soren's pride, slowly\nlifting his rear up his muscle before slamming it down, hilting\nhimself on the knot. Soren was pinned between the pillowed head board\nand Eli's body, unable to move as Eli road him rough. They groaned\nagain together. As Eli slammed himself into Soren's knot again, they\nangled themselves again as they kissed lustily, tongues working\nfuriously again. They clawed at each other's backs, their panting\nchests bumping together. The pleasure in Soren's length branched out\ninto his hips and chest. He began to thrust his hips into Eli as his\nlove began to forcibly lower himself down again, intensifying their\nmutual pleasure. Eli broke apart from another furious\nkiss. \"Finish it, dear! Make me yours!\" Uncrossing his arms, Soren ran his\nfingers through Eli's back fur, tracing a path to Eli's rear. He\ngripped firmly and pushed down, feeling the warmth of his husband\nenclose his knot. The second release was sweeter than the first.\nSoren couldn't count how many times he shot himself into Eli, feeling\nhis seed leaking from Eli's ring. Eli was in equal pleasure, his\nlength shooting sticky ropes onto both their chests, arching his back\nagain before flopping onto Soren's chest again. Eli rose and fell on\nSoren's panting chest, both of them smiling as they panted.Eli shared a long kiss before he spoke.\n\"I thought I'd save the best gift for\nlast.\"\"You know what they say,\" whispered\nSoren as he parted Eli's long bangs out of his eyes, \"It's better\nto give than it is to receive.\" Eli snuggled himself up Soren's body,\nresting his head directly under Soren's muzzle. \"I think this is\nthe best Christmas I ever had\" \"Me too,\" said Soren. \"Were you\nwearing that underwear all day?\" Eli giggled as he grinned\nmischievously. \"Mmhmm. They're actually quite comfortable. Did you\nlike them?\"\"You'll always be sexy no matter what\nyou wear,\" said Soren, hugging their sticky bodies closer together.\n\"I love you, sweetheart.Eli stroked a silver cheek, lingering\non Soren's defined neck muscles. \"I love you too, Soren. Merry\nChristmas, sweetie.\" "}