Chapter 4

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Walking around the third floor of my workshop, I stop at each toy station to inspect the beautiful craftsmanship of my elves. I’ve been slacking in this department since I took over for my father. Now that Pepper and I have sorted out our issues and set a schedule to make our lives less chaotic, I’m practically floating on air as I pat Juno, a miniature dollhouse painter, on the shoulder and move on to the next station.

“What do we have here, Harriet?” Standing behind her chair, I gesture to the glowing sewing machine and the bolts of fabric she magically cuts and sews with her special elf talent. It’s such a delight to watch. I remember spending hours here as a child, wishing I had any of their gifts. Until I took over as Santa, I was only able to wield the slightest magic for a few measly seconds.

“It’s good to see you, Santa. I’ve been waiting for you to visit.” Harriet smiles up at me with red hair, honey eyes, and pointed ears, not looking a day over twenty. “Would you like to try this time?” Sliding out of her small seat, she scoots it to the side to give me space to work .

“I don’t think I’ll ever be as good as you.” I wink as I kneel in front of her sewing table and watch the shimmery magic of the North Pole float across the ceiling of the workshop. As the children of our world continue to believe in me, their special magic is the fuel the elves use to craft the toys I deliver on Christmas Eve.

Breathing out, I focus just as Harriet taught me when I was a boy, reach out for a colorful strand of magic with my mind, and use my finger to coax it to me from the ceiling. A bright red streak slashes through the air like a lightning bolt and zaps the tip of my finger so hard I fall back on my ass. “Whoa.”

Harriet giggles and helps me up as warm and powerful magic pulses through my body. The veins in my arms glow red, and my heart feels extra full… almost heavy, like it’s wrapped in a weighted blanket. I look to Harriet in surprise, help, I don’t know what, this has never happened before, and she smiles in that sweet, patient way she always has. “You’ve got this. Go on. You’re Santa now,” she cajoles, like I’m the same five-year-old who used to sit on her lap and watch her sew for hours.

Nodding dumbly, I rub the tips of my fingers together, and red arcs of Christmas magic spark between the pads. It's a color I’ve never seen the elves’ harness before. “Here goes nothing,” I whisper to myself as I focus on Harriet’s station. With a sweep of my wrist and sharp focus, I unroll a bolt of shiny pink fabric from her stash, cut it with magic, and feed it into the machine. Calibrated to whatever Harriet set the device to this morning, it follows my lead and cuts and sews, cuts and sews, cuts and sews, popping out one doll dress after the next into a woven basket beside the table.

One basket turns into two as Harriet swaps them out. Once the bolt is done, I move on to a shiny purple fabric. My cheeks heat. Sweat beads on my brow as my heart hammers in time with whatever holiday tune plays over the speakers. I’m in the zone, and I can’t stop smiling. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe this is possible.

Too focused on the task, I don’t notice the large crowd of elves I’ve drawn to the station until a familiar, concerned voice cuts into my conscience. “Nick.” Pepper touches my shoulder. The familiar jolt of our connection flows like melted chocolate into my veins, and I grow instantly hard as the lightning in my body crackles and a red burst of magic flies back toward the ceiling. The glow in my forearms diminishes as I turn to face my partner, my elf.

Not caring that everyone’s watching, Pepper cups my sweaty cheek. “That’s enough playing with magic today, Santa. I’ve had lunch brought to your office.”

Panting from both the power and his touch, I don’t say a thing as I clamber up from the floor in my black sweats and t-shirt. Like a dog on a leash, I follow my vanilla-scented husband across the third floor to Santa’s elevator.

Once inside, the doors chime closed. “Welcome back, Santa and head elf,” it greets, and I don’t wait for the thing to hit our floor before I’m on him. Grabbing Pepper by the waist, I shuck his pants to the ground, exposing a rosy erection just for me. He cries out in desperation as I drop my sweats to my knees, pick him up, and slam his back against the candy cane wallpapered elevator wall.

Not missing a beat, his legs wrap around my waist, and I’m there within seconds, fucking his wet, needy hole. This is why we can’t be around each other. This is why we have rules. This is why we have a schedule. Damn him. He wasn’t supposed to interrupt me today. We’ve done well all week. Only fucking like rabbits over dinner and then in the shower and before bed. We’ve been good.

Smashing my lips to his, he whines into the kiss as I rut him like a starved man. “I fuckin’ hate that you do this to me,” I growl.

Far too quickly, the elevator chimes to our level. “You have arrived,” an automated voice says as the doors open.

“I’m sorry,” he cries as I break our kiss, and I shuffle to my office, trying not to fall with my pants still stuck around my legs.

Twisting the knob, I throw it open and walk Pepper over to my tidy desk, courtesy of him. “You’re too damn good for me.” I peck his lips as I settle his bottom on the cool, wooden ledge. He yelps on contact, but that pretty little cock doesn’t flag. It never does. Not for me.

Relaxing on the edge, Pepper releases my neck and lies back. I shuck his shirt up his perfect stomach to his nipples. He points over to the hot chocolate bar. “Whenever we’re done, there’s lunch.”

I grunt.

Nobody needs food when you’ve got this body to feast on.

I don’t know what I did for the tree to gift me such a perfect partner, but I can’t get enough of him. Ever.

Fisting Pepper’s cock, I jack my elf off, slow, in time with my deep thrusts. I take my time. I force him to wait.

“You interrupted me today, you naughty elf,” I torment, loving the tight squeeze of his hole around my shaft. He grips his hair, and his mouth rounds. A symphony of delirious moans fills the air.

“Why did you do that?” I squeeze his sopping-wet cockhead .

Pepper’s body bows off the desk, and he screams, but he doesn’t come because he can’t, not without my say-so. We promised to give each other space. We promised not to get in each other’s way. Not until this need wore off. Or we’d be doing what we’re doing right now, every day, all day long. Just being around him leaves me rock-hard, no matter how many times I’ve orgasmed.

“Answer me,” I demand, slamming to the hilt and stilling there, despite my need to fill him.

“I…” he gasps. “T-tried not to.”

Swirling my finger around his slit, a gush of clear liquid rushes out like a faucet.

Pepper trembles.

“Answer me.” I collect his precum on two fingers and smear it across his red, parted lips.

“I’m sorry,” he whines and chases my fingers with his tongue. I shove them inside, and he sucks on them like he will my cock, whenever I give him a chance to blow me. We haven’t gotten that far yet.

“No. You’re not. Now tell me.”

“Please,” he garbles around my digits.

“Please, what?” I finger fuck his mouth like I want to fuck his ass.

Sucking harder, he moans in his throat, and his hole strangles my shaft. I come. I can’t help it. Eyes squeezing shut, I unload into his perfect body and dump every ounce of cum from my nuts into his awaiting hole as he sucks and sucks and sucks my fingers like he can’t get enough. To see how well he can work on other parts of my anatomy, I remove my digits from his mouth with a pop , withdraw my still-hard cock to let him ooze my spend, and round the desk.

Dragging Pepper to the edge, I force him to drape his head over and tap my cockhead to his lips. He parts on a needy gasp and willingly takes me into his hungry mouth. It’s heaven. It’s hell. It’s magical unicorns as I fuck his throat. He doesn’t gag. Of course, he doesn’t. He was made for me.

More precum pumps from his shaft as my delicious pleasure travels through our bond into him.

“You’re such a good elf,” I praise as I play with his nipples, and he squeals in ecstasy around my dick, buried deep in his throat.

Just when I think he might pass out from me fucking his face, I pull out. He chokes on a gasp, and I continue once more. On and on, I draw out my need that’s collectively ours. When I reach out to stroke him, he grabs my ass, nails biting into flesh, and thrusts into my hand, chasing his climax.

“That’s it. That’s it. You’re suckin’ my cock so good, sweetheart. So fuckin’ good,” I grunt.

Another burst of precum coats my palm as his toes curl. He shudders violently and still doesn’t come, but I do. Pumping my hips once, twice, my eyes slam shut, and I unload in his throat. Like the perfect partner, Pepper greedily gulps me down, swallow after swallow.

I nearly pass out.

Holding myself up by using his chest, my legs go weak, and I wobble, but Pepper’s there with me, holding my cheeks to keep me upright.

“Holy Christmas,” I curse and pull my still-hard member from his mouth to drop into my chair as Pepper struggles to catch his breath. Cum and drool coats the side of his mouth and face. I smile wickedly at my handsome elf's healthy, just-fucked glow.

“You look so sexy.” I trace the side of his face, and he blinks at me as if he’s high, unsure which side is up .

Not wanting to leave him out, I gather my bearings, sit forward in my seat, cup the back of my elf’s head, bring his lips to mine, and whisper, “Come for me, Elfie.”

On command, completely untouched, jets of thick cum rocket out of Pepper’s prick onto his stomach and chest. He convulses, crying against my mouth, and I soak it into me, every ounce of him, of his ecstasy, of my perfect mate.

Because I’m a bastard, just as he calms down, I drag my tongue across the side of his lips and whisper again, “Come again, Elfie.”

More cum erupts, and he grabs for me, searching for comfort. I give it to him. Of course, I do. Never wanting him to feel unwanted, I collect my elf into my arms and drape him over my lap in the chair. Knees curled to his chest, he breathes heavily, still shivering from post-coital aftermath as I rub him everywhere I can reach, soothing him.

“That’s it. I’ve got you.” I kiss the top of his sweaty head, and within minutes, Pepper’s asleep.

Refusing to put him down, even if that means I won’t get any work done, I rock my elf in my arms as he rests. I took a lot out of him. As much as we’ve been going at it, it’s a wonder he doesn’t sleep all day. But he hasn’t. He’s been focused on setting up our home. He won’t show me what he’s up to, but I trust it’ll be amazing. He’s the artist. I’m not.

Looking down at his much-smaller frame in my arms, I smile at how good it feels to have him here, to feel whole, to feel… everything.

I’ll give him an hour.

Then we’ll eat lunch, and he’ll tell me why he interrupted my day.