Tomorrow's Christmas! Wei Ying said to himself with a gleeful smile as he entered his bedroom. It was dark; his husband Lan Zhan was not in there like he expected him to be. Wei Ying didn't think anything of it, though. It wasn't nine o'clock yet; he had probably gone downstairs or to the bathroom.

Now that his son Lan Yuan and his four-month-old daughter Lan Mingyu were asleep, the house was peaceful. There had been a good deal of noise earlier that day. A-Yuan was whirl of excitement as he always was on Christmas Eve. He chattered non-stop about the presents he hoped to get, that he was so glad that it snowed again this year, and that it was A-Ming's first Christmas.

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan found all of it amusing and endearing. He was an energetic child by nature. Furthermore, it was so sweet how loving (and protective) A-Yuan was to his baby sister. He had been so happy when he learned that he was going to be a big brother. His joyfulness had eclipsed his and Lan Zhan's, especially when A-Ming was born.

She was such a pretty baby. Wei Ying felt that Mingyu, meaning "beautiful jade", was the perfect name for her. Even though she looked somewhat like him, she mostly resembled Lan Zhan.

A soft smile spread across his face as he changed into his pajamas. He went to put his clothes in the hamper after that and noticed that it was full. The laundry would have to be done soon.

Wei Ying had just managed to finish cramming them in there when suddenly felt arms encircling him from behind. He startled as he felt something being draped loosely around his neck before he was gently pulled across the room.

"What the fuck?!" he yelped, trying to keep his voice low. He didn't want to wake his children up in case the person holding him was a burglar. Then again, the house had an efficient alarm and security system. He would have known if somebody was trying to sneak in.

And if it wasn't a burglar, who was it?

It wasn't until they were in front of the mirror when he saw who it was. The person was wearing a red suit and hat. His hair and bushy beard were white. In his hands were the ends of a black whip, which was wrapped around his neck.

"Ho, ho, ho," he deadpanned.

"Santa! Whew, don't do that. You scared me!" Wei Ying whispered in delighted surprise. He turned around, pulled down his beard, and kissed him on the lips.

Santa held his close as he kissed him in return. After a long moment, he backed away. "Hello, Wei Ying."

"Hi! It's good to see you again! I missed you! Did you miss me?" he asked.

"Mn. Very much..."

Wei Ying beamed.

"...But that is only one of the reasons why I am here."

He rose an eyebrow. "Oh? What's up? What are the other reasons?"

Santa gave him a pointed stare. "I believe you know the answer to that question. You already know that I have been watching everybody - including you - since last Christmas."

"Cutting to the chase, are we?" Wei Ying snickered. "But what do you mean? I didn't have too much of a chance to do anything bad or wrong. You know that I had been pregnant with A-Ming for most of that time."

"Yes. I do know that," he agreed. "But what I am talking about is after A-Ming was born."

Wei Ying thought over what he said, then grinned in mischief. "Oh! Are you talking about that prank I pulled on my birthday?"

Santa nodded once. "Mn. That prank. And do not smile about that, Wei Wuxian..."

Uh oh! Courtesy name! He must really be unhappy with me, Wei Ying said to himself in amusement.

"...It was not funny," he concluded.

Back on the aforementioned day, Wei Ying had their families and a few friends over for a party. It had been an enjoyable one, especially for A-Yuan and his foster sister's - Jiang Yanli - son Jin Ling, as it was also Halloween.

Wei Ying had gone upstairs at one point, supposedly to get A-Ming, who had been taking a nap.

Lan Zhan, who was in the living room, noticed that he had a strange look on his face as he came back down the stairs holding their little bundle of joy. The former immediately grew concerned; he thought that something was wrong. Jiang Cheng was sitting nearby, but he didn't see anything of this. He was scrolling through his phone. No one else was there. A-Yuan and A-Ling were playing in the former's room upstairs. Uncle Jiang, Madam Yu, Jiang Yanli, her husband Jin Zixuan, and their friends were in the kitchen setting out the birthday cake. However, Wei Ying didn't know this at the time.

Wei Ying saw Lan Zhan's expression and put a finger to his lips with a wink. The latter scowled again and eyed him warily. He knew what that meant.

Jiang Cheng glanced up when he heard him approaching the doorway. Then - much to his very great horror - Wei Ying tripped over the threshold, and the bundle flew out of his arms and soared across the room!

Years later, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan would tell A-Ming and A-Yuan that they had never seen Jiang Cheng move so quickly in their life. The latter had dove from the couch to the other end of the room in a split second, managing to catch the bundle before it could hit the floor. He took a moment to recover from his shock, then opened the blanket to make sure that A-Ming was unharmed.

Only it wasn't A-Ming. It was a doll.

Jiang Cheng yelled at Wei Ying and cursed him out after he had realized this. Lan Zhan scolded him too, even though he already knew that he was playing a prank. When everybody else - except for A-Yuan and A-Ling - rushed into the room to find out what all of the commotion was about, they had different reactions.

Uncle Jiang looked unusually stern. Madam Yu joined her son in screaming at him. Jiang Yanli and Lan Xichen - Lan Zhan's brother - were not too pleased either, though they also somewhat amused. Lan Qiren, Lan Zhan's uncle, glared at him in appalled disbelief. Jin Zixuan could only shake his head. Wen Qing frowned at Wei Ying and snarled that he was just plain wrong. Her brother, Wen Ning, just watched the scene with wide eyes. Nie Huaisang shook his head and chuckled, but also agreed that he really shouldn't have done that.

Wei Ying had been too busy howling with laughter to pay them any mind, even when Madam Yu slapped him and Jiang Cheng punched him in the head.

Jiang Cheng did find the prank funny after a while, however. He even had a good chuckle over it himself. Still, he told Wei Ying not to ever do that again. Lan Zhan and almost everyone else were easily able to forgive him as well once everything had settled down. Madam Yu never quite did, though, but, that wasn't unexpected.

Coming back to the present, Wei Ying snickered. "Oh yes, that was. It wasn't as if I were actually holding A-Ming. You know that I'm very careful with her," he remarked.

Santa gazed him with displeasure. "While that is true, think of what would have happened if it was. She would have been seriously injured whether Jiang Cheng had caught her or not. Moreover, you frightened him, as well as your husband," he pointed out.

"I know," he mumbled, sobering up at the thought of it. "But at least I apologized, and I wouldn't think of doing it again."

"I hope not. That is an appropriate prank to play on anyone."

Wei Ying nodded. "I know. I'm sorry, Santa. Forgive me?"

A long moment passed before he inclined his head as well.

"Mn. Since you were only holding a doll, and meant no harm, I will forgive you as long as you promise not to do that again..."

Wei Ying kissed him again. "Thank you, Santa. I promise...!"

"...And after your punishment."

He blinked. "Huh?"

Santa plucked at the hem of his nightshirt. "Get undressed...now," he ordered.

Wei Ying complied right away, unbuttoning it as quickly as he could. After tossing it aside, he removed his pants and underwear.

"Good," Santa murmured, looking him over with approval and lust, just as he had exactly one year ago. Even with the fading stretch marks and surgical scars, he still looked beautiful to him. "Get on your knees and bend over."

He lowered himself onto the floor.

"Good."

Wei Ying heard Santa lock the door and open a few drawers, then shivered when he felt him caressing his ass.

"Start counting, but be quiet about it. Do not make any other sound," the latter commanded afterwards.

"Count? For what? Ahh!" he gasped as something hit his ass, making it sting. He looked around to see him holding a thin paddle. His cock twitched.

Narrowing his eyes, Santa swatted him with it again. "I said, start counting."

"Ahh! One!"

"Good boy."

Another swat.

"Two..."

And another.

"Three."

And another.

"Aahh! F-Four..." he whimpered.

"You have been naughty again, Wei Ying,"

Another, somewhat harder smack, then another.

"Five! S-Six!"

"I meant it when I warned you that you would not be so fortunate if you got into any more antics this year. And yet, you still chose not to behave. Not even after you promised to."

Two more swats.

"S-Seven. E-Eight..."

"I do not like promises being so carelessly broken. But since I am willing to forgive you again, I shall let you have a second chance. Do you understand?"

Smack!

"Nine! Yes!"

"Good. I want you to actually mark your words this time."

Smack!

"Aaahh! Ten! I will! I promise!"

"Mn."

Santa massaged his ass again and placed warm, soothing kisses on it. When he opened his cheeks to rub his hole with a moist thumb, Wei Ying bit his lip to keep himself from moaning out loud. However, his eyes grew wide as he felt something tight and hard sliding up his dick.

"What the...?" he exclaimed, peering down to see the cock ring around it. "Santa, what the fuck?"

"I am not done punishing you yet," Santa stated, one edge of his mouth quirking.

"Oh, come on! Wasn't the spanking enough? Haven't you just forgiven me?"

"No. Not yet."

"That's not fair! How am I supposed to come with this on?"

He gave a low chuckle. "You will when I am ready for you to come. Not a moment before."

Wei Ying pouted. "That's mean. You're mean to me."

"That prank you played was even meaner."

"Touché," Wei Ying conceded. "Ahh!" he gasped next as Santa slid half of a lubed finger into him.

"Shhh," the latter hissed.

And he gagged him. Then he tied up his wrists so he wouldn't even think of removing the cock ring.

The next several minutes were nothing short of torture for Wei Ying as he prepped him. He whimpered and moaned underneath him, thrashing whenever he jabbed his sweet spot. It felt so good. Why, oh why did he have to put the cock ring on him?

"Please...just take it off and fuck me," he begged in muffled voice.

Santa smirked a little. "Patience. I will. But it is not coming off until I decide to take it off."

He whined. "You bully. Why do you get to be so cruel? You should have coal put in your own stocking."

Santa ignored him this time. When he eventually deemed him ready soon after, he attempted to pull him up. However, Wei Ying resisted.

"What are you doing?" the former inquired, his breath hitching as he nuzzled his clothed erection.

"I never had a chance to taste you last year," he replied.

Humming, Santa ran his fingers through his hair. "No. Nor have I had a chance to taste you. Which I will do...later."

He lowered his gag, but did not remove it. When Wei Ying bent forward to pull down his pants with his teeth, he allowed it. Watching him do that with his hands bound made him even more aroused. He traced the head of his cock on his lips and moaned quietly when he kissed it.

Santa let Wei Ying "taste" him for a while, relishing the sight and feeling of him sucking his dick greedily. He wasted no time in fucking that pretty mouth after that, using the whip that was still around his neck to hold him in place. It was clear Wei Ying enjoyed that. Precum was sliding down his own now-red cock and dripping onto the floor.

Santa eventually stopped when he started to get close. He let Wei Ying catch his breath, then made him stand up.

"Arms above your head," he ordered after they shared a deep, passionate kiss.

Wei Ying lifted them. Santa tied a rope to the one that was already around his wrists and stood on a chair to fasten it onto a hook on the ceiling. He made sure that it was knotted tightly before getting back down. The former groaned as he watched him lubing his cock after that. By now, he was trembling with need.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait for much longer. Santa rose him up so that his hole was above his cock. He grimaced as he lowered him onto it carefully and closed his eyes.

"Is this too painful, Wei Ying? Do you want me to untie you? Should I stop?" Santa queried, seeing his expression.

He shook his head. "No, I'm okay. Just...just give me a minute."

"Mn."

A short time passed before Santa felt him relax. He held him tight as he began to thrust upwards into him, causing Wei Ying let out a broken moan.

"Ohhh gods, yes," he whispered.

Santa moved at a leisurely pace, then, enjoying the sensation of having his delightful body around him again. He had meant it when he told him that he would return this Christmas just to do so last year. He felt so good that he couldn't help but want to.

It was not very long when Wei Ying was begging for more, and he was all too willing to give him what they both desired. He lifted him up slowly, then yanked him down at the same time he slammed into him.

"Fuck!" Wei Ying choked out.

"Do you like...that?" Santa asked as he did it again.

"Ohh!" was his breathy response.

However, that was not good enough for Santa. He readjusted him before aiming for his sweet spot.

"Aahh!"

"Answer properly."

"Y...Y-Yes."

"Good boy."

And with that, he pounded into him mercilessly. He was careful not to make noise, but it soon reached the point where he had to gag Wei Ying a second time. He was starting to get too loud.

To his credit, Wei Ying had tried to be quiet. But that was impossible when stars were dancing across his vision.

When Santa was leaving marks his neck.

When he was teasing his nipples, grazing the hardened beads with his teeth and tongue.

When his eyes were rolling into his head from Santa taking him into his mouth and licking away every drop of precum.

And just when Wei Ying thought it couldn't get any more difficult for him, he turned him around and drove into him even harder. It took everything in him to keep himself from screaming in pleasure. His body was now aching for release. He begged and pleaded for him, again, to remove the cock ring. He couldn't take it anymore. He was about to go insane.

"Please, please take it off, please!" he whimpered.

Santa yanked his head back with the whip and kissed his ear. "No. You will accept your punishment until it is over. You deserve it for being so naughty," he growled, slamming into his sweet spot for the umpteenth time.

And there was nothing that he could do but accept.

And accept.

And accept.

Until his legs gave out. Until he was a sobbing, incoherent mess. Until he was thoroughly fucked.

And it was only after Santa finally untied him from the ceiling was the cock ring taken off. He laid him on the floor, then re-entered him roughly. Wei Ying bit back a moan and gripped his shoulders as he began to jerk him with harsh, rapid strokes.

"Come for me, Wei Ying. Come for Santa," he ordered in a strained voice.

And after several more well-aimed thrusts battered his prostate, Wei Ying did. His orgasm was so strong that he nearly passed out as his seed spurted all over the front of his coat. Santa came with a sharp gasp a moment later, trembling as he clutched his hips.

Wei Ying didn't know how long they remained on the floor after that. He was completely exhausted; it was as if the bones in his body had disappeared.

Santa must have felt the same way because he was slumped on top of him. His eyes were closed. If it wasn't for the fact that he was idly caressing his leg, he would had thought that he was asleep.

He eventually got up, however, and they sighed at the loss when he pulled out of him. Seeing that Wei Ying was still unable to move, he picked him up and carried him over to the bed.

"You did good for me again, Wei Ying. So good. You took your punishment so well," he murmured after laying him down and kissing him.

Wei Ying smiled tiredly. "Do you forgive me now?"

"Mn. But do not play a prank like that ever again. Promise me."

"I won't. I promise."

"Good."

Santa pecked him on the lips a second time before nuzzling him. "Merry Christmas, Wei Ying. Please try to behave for the rest of this year and the next."

"Merry Christmas," he returned with another grin. "Will you come back next year if I behave?"

He chuckled once. "If Wei Ying wishes it, I will come back whether he does or not."

Wei Ying had to laugh. "Okay. I'll miss you until then, Santa."

"I will miss you too. Good-bye."

"'Bye, Santa."

And after a final, passionate kiss, he left the room.

Wei Ying had nearly dozed off when Lan Zhan came in. One edge of his lip briefly rose as he approached him.

The former glared at him playfully. "I saw that, Airen. Don't smirk at me. Why did you have to be so rough? You already punished me for this on my birthday. Why did you have to again? You're so mean!" he whined.

Lan Zhan huffed in amusement as he cleaned him up. "Mn. I know I did. But the idea of punishing you a second time was too arousing and intriguing to pass up," he remarked.

"Oh, fuck you."

"Just did."

Wei Ying made to smack his arm lightly when he noticed that his hands were still bound.

"Uh, sweetheart? Can you untie me, please?"

Lan Zhan grunted as he put the washcloth he was using in the hamper. Then he laid down next to him. "Since tomorrow is Christmas...I will think about it after we wake up. It would be more festive, yes?"

"Are you kidding me? Do I look like a Christmas present? Lan Zhan! Untie me!"

He kissed him as he pulled the blanket over them. "Good night, Wei Ying. I love you."

"You...!" Wei Ying hissed. "You can't be serious! Get me out of this! Please!"

"..."

"Lan Zhan!"

"..."

He poked him. "Lan Zhan!"

His husband gave no response. Wei Ying peered at him closely, only to realize - much to his disbelief - that he had already fallen asleep!

He kicked the mattress in frustration. "Dammit!"

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Thankfully, when Wei Ying arose early the next day, he was wearing his pajamas. Lan Zhan had clearly put them on before he did. He was grateful for that. Otherwise, it would have been a very embarrassing morning.

Author's Note: Hi everybody! I hope you enjoyed this! The prank is actually based off the one my own dad played on my mom's brother when I was a baby. I changed a few details of it, but it's pretty accurate otherwise. Isn't he just awful? Lol But I love my dad. He jokes around a lot, but he means well.

Again, thanks to all of you who took the time to read this! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!