4.) Santa Baby – Eartha Kitt
The friction was almost unbearable. Jack's moans couldn't be contained; but then again, neither could Bunny's.
"B-Bunny..."
"Jack..."
Their voices were whispers, breath mixing together.
The friction grew worse as they moved faster.
"...tw-twenty days...y-you're killing me, Bunny..."
"Hey, it'll be worth it, won't it?" he said, rubbing against the smaller male.
Bunny had told Jack a very specific rule this December first:
No sex until the 24th.
A Christmas present, he'd said. But it was killing Jack. And all he had for another 20 days was sweet, unforgiving friction.
They moved faster, their intensity growing. It only grew and grew as they moved faster and faster, and as they were reaching their climax—
"Agubabu!"
The yeti burst through the door, saw the scene in front of its eyes and gasped, covering its mouth. "Ahhh! Ahhh!"
Bunny yelled, "IT'S FINE, IT'S FINE, JUST GO!"
The yeti slammed the door, still making apologetic noises.
"Oh. My fucking. God." Jack whisper-groaned.
Bunny rolled off of Jack. "Mood's gone, mate."
Jack groaned. "I know."
A/N: eh? Ehhh? :D
