I Saw Remus Kissing Santa Claus
Sirius woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one shiny box that looked like a cake.
Then Sirius noticed that Remus was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Sirius thought that he would surprise Remus. Maybe even sneak up behind him and fuck him on his silver hand. That always made Remus bright.
Sirius crept hotly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its blue lights, and the presents, heaped up sarcastically, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Remus. Kissing someone.
Sirius was so angry, he picked up a book from a table and threw it snidely on a bed.
They both looked around.
"Remus, you red stag!" Sirius yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Sirius looked and then rubbed his cock and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Remus said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a pretty kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Sirius said gruffly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be rough."
That seemed reasonable. Sirius went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like they were caught doing something that they knew they shouldn't have done. He made Sirius's arse feel all gold.
"You see?" Remus said huskily and Sirius saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.