Chapter 8

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“Good morning, Santa,” Pepper sings as he pats my cheek.

Peeking one eye open to see my elfie, I yawn. “What has you so cheerful today?”

“I don’t know.” Pepper leans over and pecks my lips. I try to kiss him back, but my morning brain reacts a second late.

He giggles and kisses me again, but this time waits for me to return the gesture. It’s a sweet touch. A little tongue and a whole lot of vanilla. My worn-out prick takes notice when he perks right up. Pepper pulls away, wearing the biggest of smiles, and gives my dick a good-morning tug.

“Nugh,” I grunt, shoving my cock into his fist.

The cheerful elf chuckles and releases my poor member. “How about we shower, and I will show you the rest of the room? Then we can go to the workshop.”

“We can’t go to the workshop, Pepper. I’ll get nothing done.” I sniff the air, and his scent hangs thicker than I remember. “Why do you smell extra yummy today? ”

“I’ve been wondering the same thing about you.” He pokes my side.

“You can smell me, too?”

Bouncing on his knees, Pepper clasps his hands in front of him. “Yes. That’s why I needed what I needed last night. It was like I had to have your scent inside me. Everywhere. I might wipe it on me today to see if that helps.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Like taking your cum and using it like lotion,” he replies eagerly.

“We’re not doing that, Pepper.” That’s gross.

Pressing his nose to my groin, Pepper inhales deeply and sighs in a pleased sort of way. “But I love this smell.”

I try and fail to push his head away. Instead, the naughty elf licks my balls and hums as if he can’t get enough of the taste. “Pepper. Let me get up. We’ll figure this out.”

Doing as he’s told, my elf scoots to the edge of the rug we slept on and curls his knees to his chest as if he’s been scolded.

“You’re not in trouble, sweetheart. But we need to figure out what’s going on. Last night was not normal. Neither is this…” Lifting my nose to scent the air again, I’m filled with Pepper’s intoxicating fragrance. My already hard prick drips with precum. Yeah. This isn’t normal. Sure, our sex drive is intense, but this is even more than that.

Getting to my feet, I approach my elf and extend my hand. He accepts the offer, and I pull him to his feet and straight against me, where my cock pokes him in the belly as I cup the side of his face and make him look me in the eye.

“I love you. We’re gonna figure this out,” I vow.

Pressing his lips together as if he’s not so sure, Pepper nods .

“Let’s shower, and you can show me the rest of this incredible bedroom.”

Flushing at the compliment, Pepper nods again, and together, we head into our red-and-white attached bath. I turn on the shower in our oversized stall, which overlooks the snowy outside, as he collects our towels and places them in our warmer.

We don’t speak as we bathe. I wash him. He washes me. When I spread his cheeks to cleanse his pucker, I worry that it will be different after last night, but I’m pleasantly surprised to find it’s just as tight and cute as I run a washcloth across the tiny ring.

Once we’re done and both sufficiently turned on, we wrap towels around our waists, and I follow Pepper into the adjoining closet. Every inch of it is built with rich wood. A plush green bench sits in the center. This looks nothing like my father’s Santa closet.

“It’s beautiful in here,” I praise as I select a pair of dark denim jeans and a red henley shirt from my side of the closet.

“Thanks.” Pepper slides on a pair of black joggers sans underwear and a red, long-sleeved t-shirt that looks amazing against his pale skin and dark hair.

“What’s wrong?” I ask when he doesn’t come and hug me after he dresses. It’s unlike him.

“You forget I can feel you, Nick. Your emotions.” He gestures to me with a flick of his wrist.

“I’m worried,” I admit.

“I know.”

“It’s going to be okay.”

Sitting down on the bench and sliding on a pair of reindeer socks, Pepper eyes me skeptically. “Promise?”

“Yes. I promise.” There’s nothing I won’t do to make sure we’re okay.

Pepper grins. “Then can I come to the workshop today? Since I’ve done all I plan to do on our house right now, I’d like to see how I can help there. I am head elf.”

“You’re also a distraction,” I remind him.

Crossing the closet to hug me around the middle, Pepper rests his chin on my sternum. Looking up at me so damn cutely, he flutters his long lashes, trying to butter me up. “What if I promise to stay out of your way?”

I cuff the back of his neck. “You know I don’t want that.”

“Maybe I can work in your office with you. We can see how that works.”

It won’t.

“Pepper.” I sigh, wanting him with me always but knowing it will be a disaster.

“I know. I know. I can’t help it either.” He kisses a spot between my pecs. “But I hate being away from you.”

Fuck.

I can’t say no to him.

Adorable, naughty, perfect elf.

“We can try,” I concede and squeeze the nape of his neck. “For today. Just this once. If it works, then we can try again.”

“Thank you!” Squeezing me tightly around the middle to the point I can barely breathe, Pepper sprinkles kisses all over my chest.

“Just today.” I chuckle at his enthusiasm.

“We’ll make it work,” he vows, nuzzling his nose between my pecs.

“We’ll try.”

What could go wrong… right?

Oh.

Just everything.