11. HENRY

There wasn’t anything quite like waking to breakfast in bed, especially when I was waking to a hot Daddy of a man in nothing but an apron. After breakfast, we had a cozy morning together cuddled up on the sofa with more Christmas movies, some of them we’d buddy watched together before, and now, we were able to watch them together in person. It was exactly what we needed.

We’d since both dressed in lighter clothing, I had my onesie on and he had a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. We cuddled together with the twinkle of the Christmas tree lights going on in the corner of the room. It was like all my littles Christmas dreams had come true at once.

“What lunch would you like?” he asked as the credits rolled on the screen from one movie. “Sandwiches are easy, soups even easier.”

I hummed and smacked my lips. “French soup?”

He immediately winced, his nose wrinkling. “French onion? I’m not a fan.”

“What other soups would you have?”

“Whatever soup you want.”

“The obvious go-to soup is tomato,” I told him. “But I can only have that with a grilled cheese cut into triangles.”

“That I can get behind,” he said. “Just give me a moment. I hope you don’t mind the tinned stuff, I think I’ve exacerbated my culinary skills enough for one day.”

“Can I help?”

He pulled me into his arms. “Aw, you want to help me out in the kitchen?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then let’s go make a mess.”

When he said mess, I didn’t think he actually meant it, but once all was said and done, his pretty white and chrome kitchen had splashes of red tomato soup that had bubbled and popped from the pan on the hob. Even my onesie had taken a beating. And that didn’t account for the mess that was made by grating all the cheese too. It went everywhere. But I had a lot of fun doing it.

We sat at the dining table with food, my grilled cheese was cut into triangles, and there was shredded cheese on top of the soup, melted in a thin layer.

“I’m not going to make a mess like we did in the kitchen,” I said.

“You have a little bib?”

“The one thing I didn’t bring with me,” I said with a pout. “But I’m not going to make a mess.” And as I placed a spoon into the bowl, I knocked it with my hand and soup went flying up and out of the bowl.

Daddy laughed. “You’re just a messy little boy, aren’t you,” he said, playing footsie with me under the table. “Are you sure you’re not doing it because of the bath, I saw the way you didn’t want to leave it last night.”

That was a good idea, actually, to take another fun bubble bath before going to see the grand reveal of the tree. But I’d still need to head back to my apartment before that happened, I hadn’t really brought a full change of clothes. I wasn’t as prepared as I thought I was.

As much as tinned tomato soup went, this was pretty good. There was added pepper and other seasonings too. It had a warm kick to it too which was well-needed for these colder months.

“You’re gonna have to tell me more about what your favorite foods are,” he said. “I’m going to need an exact list of everything you love, because the I can keep it stocked up in the cupboards and you can have it whenever you come over. Which I’m hoping is as often as you want.”

“You’ll get sick of me,” I said.

“Absolutely not, never. If I was going to get sick of you, it would’ve already happened, but every single day I’d actively check my inbox hoping for an email from you,” he said, reaching out, his palm up. I placed my hand into it, my fingers slotting perfectly into his fingers. “If I was to send an email to you, then it would go something like this. Hello Legal Elf, I met someone, they are absolutely adorable. They love Christmas as much as me, candy canes and those mochas I buy.”

“Hi Daddy Kringle,” I said interrupting him. “If you’ve met someone, does this mean these emails will stop?”

He squeezed my hand in his. “You,” he said. “You are the adorable someone I met.”

I giggled, almost chopping my hand against the spoon in my bowl and spilling my soup. “Well, I would like to admit that I’ve met someone too. They’re a handsome Daddy, and they make great pancakes with jam I didn’t quite like that much, but it’s fancy stuff from France, so I ate it. I also want to go on more dates with him, but wondering how to go about it.”

“Sounds like a real quandary, Legal Elf, I would suggest being upfront, letting this Daddy know what you want. I’m sure he’d absolutely love the decision making skills you’re using.”

“Mhmm,” I squeezed his hand back. “Then I’d like more dates, like one more at least.”

“At least,” he chuckled. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“And today doesn’t count, it’s one long date.”

“Perfect, I can’t wait.” He tugged on my hand a little and leaned in to give the back of my hand a kiss.

“Speaking of waiting, I will need to head back to my place for a change of clothes,” I told him. “So, whether or not you want to come with me, I guess you could see where I lived, and also those Christmas decorations you’ve only seen pictures of.”

“I think I’d like that,” he said. “And also maybe I could see your playroom as well. I’d like to get some ideas of what I can have around here for you to play with.”

The playroom might’ve been a little bit of an exaggeration on my part. I’d told him we had a dedicated playroom, which turned out to just be the living room. We never had anyone over, so every room was a playroom if we wanted it. More specifically, the living room was our shared space for the two of us to play together with out teddies, the parties, and a whole lot of cartoons.

After eating and cleaning up, I got dressed in my clothes from last night, the same ones I arrived in. We were both on alert about being seen together, especially with our intense need to hold hands and stay in constant touch. It was a new feeling for me, to have someone so close physically that I desired to ride his body at any given moment.

Fallon had cleaned before we arrived, in an effort for me to make a good first impression of the apartment to Grant. It wasn’t like Grant would’ve noticed if there was any mess, the place was covered in so much sparkly decoration that he could’ve hidden mess behind it all.

“Wow,” Grant’s first words as he stood in the doorway.

My bag sank off a shoulder as I placed it in the doorway. “There’s no seriousness beyond this point. All play,” I told him. “Fallon, are you home?”

Fallon’s heavy stomps came down the hallway. “You’re back!” he called out before coming into view of us in the doorway. He was dressed in a reindeer onesie. “You said you were going to give me a five minute update before you got here.” He pulled the hood with the fabric antlers down. “I was going to be waiting and make reindeer sounds.”

“All play,” Grant said. I turned to him and saw his eyes dart up and down, unsure of where to look. “And where’s yours?” he asked me, pulling me into his arms. “I’d love to see you in one of those.”

“We have matching ones,” I said. We had matching onesies of everything, often with a small difference in them, like a color. “Maybe I can bring this one out tonight.”

“You’re gonna need to get your Santa out again, might need a little cleaning though,” I giggled to him. “Well, let me show you around. Keep your hands in the ride at all time.”

He laughed. “I will do. Although seeing all of this makes me feel like I’m not as much of a Christmas fan as I thought. Because you are much more of a fan, clearly.”

“You’ve just been busy,” I told him.

“What do you decorations look like?” Fallon asked. “Henry showed me some pictures of the tree, which I noticed immediately as Henry’s handiwork.”

I giggled at the idea of Fallon knowing just how well I decorated. We’d lived together for years, so of course he knew how I decorated a tree, alongside all the perfect placements for the ornaments, tinsel, and lights. “You’re right though, you do need some foil garlands,” I said.

“And we might have some spare,” Fallon added. “I don’t know what color theme you’re going for because I saw the tree, and it was thrown completely off by the star. A gold star on a red and silver tree.”

“You told him to say that, didn’t you,” Grant said, pulling me into his arms in a backwards hug. “But yes, I think it would be great to have some more decorations. I’m not sure if—”

“He told me everything ,” Fallon said.

“No, I haven’t.” I’d told him a lot of stuff, but not everything. Although we did share a whole lot of info with each other, especially where romance and relationships were concerned. We loved searching and hunting for Daddies, it had been our sole goal, but now we’d found them. He’d found his earlier than me, but emotionally, I’d found Grant a while ago.

I gave him the grand tour of the apartment, showing off all the decorated spaces. He made comments about how the place could’ve easily been transported to a set for a Christmas movie, and that was the biggest compliment to receive.

The final stop on the tour was my bedroom.

“Hope you keep the noise down in there,” Fallon giggle before we went inside.

“I’m keeping the door open,” I said, but as we walked inside, Grant closed it.

“I like to live on the wild side,” he said. “So, this is your room. It looks just how I imagined it to look.”

My bed was made, there wee sticky glow in the dark stars on the ceiling alongside the foil garlands, they reflected the light of the stars when it was in the middle of the night. I turned the light off just to show him. We both laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling together, holding hands.

“So, this is what you’re always looking at before going to sleep at night?” he asked. “Should I invest in some for my place.”

“Only if you want,” I said, snuggling closer, my hand in his. “Do you think your bedroom would suit them? Maybe we could also get some tinsel as well to dangle and give more Christmas vibes.”

“Christmas vibes,” he whispered. “What’s a Santa without his Christmas?”

“Or his reindeer,” I giggled. “I’ll have to dig my reindeer costume out of the closet. I’ll have definitely been the best reindeer you’ll have ever met.”

Fallon’s loud knocking came at the bedroom door. “What time are you guys going to the Christmas tree reveal? And should I give you some space beforehand? I could always go out and meet Sterling now.”

I looked at Grant. He stroked the side of my face. “You wanna have a little fun?” he whispered.

“Does Santa want his North Pole played with?” I asked. “You know I’ve been very good, and I’m able to play with a nice, thick pole.”

Another knock came. “I’m gonna assume the two of you are already in the heavy petty stage, so I’ll leave and text you.” He giggled again, louder. “Don’t forget to use lube and protection, and definitely don’t forget to have fun.”

“Ok, Fallon,” I called out to him. “We’ll see you later.” I rolled over on top of him, straddling my legs over his hips. “I’m going to give him a little show and tell.”

Grant cooed, his hands going up inside my t-shirt, reaching for my nipples. He rubbed his fingers and thumbs around them before going in with the light pinching motion. “We’ll have a lot of fun,” he whispered.

“You know you can be louder,” I said. “Fallon’s probably put his headphones in. He’s probably already on his way out.”

He pinched my nipples a little harder. “Look at you, telling me what I can do. I think it’s supposed to be the other way around.”

“Mhm, I think you might be right.” I pouted. “So, tell me what to do then.”

Daddy Kringle pulled me into his arms and rolled us over on the bed. “Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure you know exactly what to do. We’ll start with getting these clothes off, and then my lips caressing every inch of your skin because of how enamored I am with it.”

He wasted no time in actioning his words. I was stripped naked as he kissed every part of my exposed body. It was nice to feel his kisses and the special way his beard tickled me whenever he moved around on top of me. As soon as the door slammed shut, I let out the loudest moan. A moan I’d held inside, even after telling him he could be loud.

We went back and forth over who was laying on the bed and who was giving the other’s body all the personal attention. Our naked bodies, sticking together like we were one, moving in symbiotic motion with the other. As he pushed forward, I pulled back, humping each other’s hard cocks together. Daddy’s precum leaked out of his tip. I wasusing half of it as a form of lube between out two dicks.

“You’re definitely on the nice list,” he whispered in my ear before giving my lobe a little nibble. “Good boy’s are always on the nice list.”

“What do I get for being on the nice list?”

“Let’s see what’s in Daddy Santa’s sack,” he said, rolling us both over so he was on top above me.

We hadn’t engaged in any penetration, unless counting the little bit of oral. “Do you want a condom?” I asked.

He jerked his cock and mine together. “I just want to cum on you,” he said.

“Right now?”

“Right now. I don’t know if I can hold it back.”

He couldn’t, and neither could I. He shot his load out across my body, some of it hitting my chin, and with the cum collecting in his hand as he jerked our cocks together, he squeezed on his grip and had me cumming on myself seconds later.

“I needed that,” he said, laying beside me. He rolled me on top of him. “I need you. My sweet precious little.”

Laying my head on his chest, and rubbing the cum from my chin into his body hair, I rested for a moment. “Not what I intended,” I said in a giggle. “But definitely a lot more fun.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” he said, squeezing me in his arms. “I just couldn’t hold back. You bring out a wild energy from within me.”

“A Daddy energy.”

As we laid there together, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. We’d both gotten covered in each other’s cum. “I guess now we need to take a shower together.”

He kissed my forehead. “Maybe that’s why I did it. I wanted to see more of that body.”

I continued to cuddle into his body. Just one more minute.