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I rush home in the same way as I breathe, changing from steady to frantic, there just had to be a murder on christmas eve, I think this to the the beat of my feet pounding against the pavement. Ow well It was an early morning job so I should be fine. My humble employers, the local council, always want me to carry out their sentences well before the sun rises or well after it falls. S'pose that's one of the reasons I like this job: the hours. Maybe the conversations as well; when someone knows they are going to die, just talking isn't an option. I must say, I have learned a lot from this job...

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'HUGHH, HUGHh, HUGhh, Hugh. hugh.' The conversation within me dies down with the speed of my shaky pants as I reach the short, straight path that leads up to my home. I hear nothing but the birds as I walk my short legs up towards the house, our house. Mine and that Mouse. My head cocks slightly to the left as I see the door already open and a blood red ribbon tied to the doorknob, leading off into another room. Intrigued I follow...

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I hope he likes it.

He better fucking like it; it's freezing out here.

I know it's Christmas, the season of unsexyness, where the only babies concerned are those made of food; but this is for his birthday, and people have a bad habit of forgetting my dear rabbit's birthday just because it's Christmas.

That cloud is really pretty. Is it a moose sitting on a really thin chair?

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...I step out on to the lawn to see that mouse, my mouse, staring at the sky and smiling slyly. His hands bound up against the oak tree, and his shaft and balls tied together with the red ribbon I'm holding. My eyes dance up and down his naked form, his butt held tight against the tree as his back arches slightly, I only stop standing there dumb as I have ever been when he tugs on the ribbon with a move of his hips and a little moan makes its way out of his lips. Taking his hint I walk up and grab his package in one hand, look him in the eyes giving a sly smile of my own, saying "you remembered" as my knees buckle and i'm brought my face to his smallish cock.

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Not the best for fucking, but I have a strong gag reflex so its amazing for sucking. I muse on this little rhyme as he bucks his hips up leaning on his restraints to go as high as possible, that dick of his getting all the while worshiped by my tongue. After a few minutes, I grab hold of his hips, lifting him slightly off the ground, as I move his balls into my mouth for a short moment before setting him down and stripping off myself. I take the time to give him a kiss and hug before lifting him by the hips yet again, he takes my hint wrapping his legs around my waist. "wait shit did I lube up" I hear him say. I answer his question with a quick push up into him with my finger, that meets no fiction on the way in or out, or in or out. He moans his approval and I waste no time in lowering him on to my less than small growth. We kiss intermittently as I buck up and he lowers and lifts himself up and down.

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I try to keep my pacing, but, as the seconds turn into minutes that count upwards, I kiss him one last time before I speed into the last stretch of time. Until it builds in me to the point of bursting, I pull him down so hard that the ribbon breaks, and he sits on me fully hilted. I cum as we fall to the ground; he cums when we hit. And so we lie there, listening to the birds, as he points out some clouds.