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The house was relatively quiet, save for the Christmas music playing softly on the radio in the living room. White and multicolored lights shone on the Christmas tree. Snow fell gently outside.
A man with white hair and a bushy white beard in a red-felt suit and hat abruptly entered the room. A crimson sack was slung over his shoulder. He put it down after standing next to the tree and opened it. Presents wrapped in brightly-colored paper were inside. He took them out one by one to set them underneath it.
He was nearly finished when another man appeared in the doorway behind him. The latter was tall, thin, and wore silken-black pajamas. His long, black hair was pulled back in a high ponytail.
He watched the other man as he placed more gifts around the tree, eyeing his ass with a smirk. It filled out his pants nicely. He never thought that Santa Claus would look that good from behind.
"Wei Ying," Santa suddenly murmured, causing the other man to jump a little. "You know that people are supposed to be asleep while I am putting presents under the tree. Why aren't you in bed too?"
Wei Ying grinned. "Because I wanted the chance to finally meet you this year, and I was also wondering if I could get one of my presents early," he responded coyly.
Santa straightened up to look at him once the last box had been put away. "Wei Ying, you are being naughty. Please go to bed. If you don't, I will have no choice but to withhold your presents until next year," he remarked in a stern voice.
"Oh, come on, that's so mean! Well, how about this? If you let me have one gift right now, I swear I'll be good. Please?" Wei Ying begged quietly.
Santa didn't answer him or move.
"Please? Pretty please? Look, I'll even let you take me upstairs to make sure I go to bed. But please, just one gift!"
He gazed at him intently for another long moment, then sighed. "Do you promise?"
Wei Ying raised three fingers up to his head. "Yes. You have my word."
Santa sighed again. "Very well. I will hold you to your promise. Which one of these would you like?" he inquired. He motioned to the presents behind him.
"Oh, no, no, no. I don't want to open any of those yet. No, I want one from you personally."
"And what is it that I can possibly give you?"
"Well...if you take me upstairs to my room, I'll tell you once we're there."
Santa's eyes widened. "Wei Ying...shameless! I know where this is going."
"How could you know? I didn't even tell you what I wanted from you yet!"
"I am Santa. I already know what everyone wants."
"And you know when we're sleeping or awake, naughty or nice, yeah, yeah." Wei Ying clasped his hands imploringly. "Please, Santa?"
One more sigh. "Mn. Fine. Let's go upstairs, then. And you better go to bed once you have your present from me. But first, I will have the refreshments that Lan Yuan had left for me."
Santa accordingly ate the cookies that were on the coffee table and drank the glass of milk next to them. After that, he picked up his bag and gestured for him to move.
Wei Ying shook his head and held out his arms. "Carry me."
So, the former did, rather enjoying the feeling of the man's legs around his hips. He started to think that this may not be so bad after all.
He set him down after they were in his room and locked the door. "Now...what is it that you would like me to give you?"
Wei Ying slid an arm around his waist. "You. On top of me. I want your mouth on me, marking my body all over. Well, don't mark my arms, or any place where they can be easily seen. I want to feel your cock thrusting inside me so hard, so deep, that I will be sore for days. I want to be reminded that I met you on Christmas Eve night every time I sit down. I'm so turned on by you. Please, Santa. Won't you grant me this one wish?" he queried.
A low groan threatened to escape Santa's mouth, but he kept it at bay. Instead, he removed his arm and began to stroll around him. "Before I do anything, ask yourself: "Do I honestly deserve this from him?" I have been watching you all year, Wei Ying. You have caused a good deal of trouble and mischief; I should not even be considering this," he pointed out.
"Oh, come on, Santa! I can't have been that bad!" Wei Ying protested.
"What about the pranks you played on your brother and friends?"
"They were harmless! Everybody thought they were hilarious!"
"Not all of them. If I recall correctly, Nie Huaisang almost ended up with a cracked tooth after one such prank."
"But I apologized, and he forgave me. A-Sang knew that I didn't know the basketball would actually fall on him."
"It was still bad enough that it happened. What if he had gotten a concussion and had to go to the hospital?"
"But he didn't, so it's all water under the bridge."
Santa rose an eyebrow. "And what about the time you put that fake cockroach on Madam Yu's shoulder?"
Wei Ying rolled his eyes. "Oh, sure. You would bring that up. That really isn't necessary; I was the one who ended up paying for it anyway. I was half-deaf for a week!"
"The fact of the matter is is that you know she hates them."
"I forgot that she did until she was damaging my eardrums, to be honest. I wouldn't have done it otherwise."
"You shouldn't have at all. That is the point that I am trying to make. And speaking of things you should not be doing, you ought to know that you are not as subtle as you think you are by sneaking extra candy into Lan Yuan's pockets."
"It was only one extra piece each time. Besides, he's a good son! He should be allowed an extra piece occasionally. One more can't hurt, can it?"
At this, Santa gave a conceding nod. "Mn. I cannot argue with that, so I will let it be. In any case, I have another question."
"Yes?"
"Why didn't you tell your husband why you fought with Wen Chao back in June?"
"Oh, come on, Santa...!"
"What was the reason you fought him for?"
"He started it; if he hadn't been talking about his own cousins like dogs in my presence, I wouldn't have had to punch him in the mouth!"
"It was not your place to do that. His cousins do not need you to fight their battles for them."
Wei Ying pouted. "Ugh. Fine."
"Then there was that incident on movie night when your family came to visit..."
"That was an accident and not entirely my fault! I forgot that I left that DVD in there."
"And you were lucky that Lan Yuan and Jin Ling weren't in the room at the time. Otherwise, they would have seen things that a five and six-year-old are not meant to see. Your family certainly did not want to either. However, I will let that go too since Jiang Cheng should have made sure that the right movie was in the DVD player. It was his turn to pick the movie, after all."
"Thank you very much."
"And you taped up the spray nozzle by the sink in August..."
"But...!"
"Hid your uncle's coffee when he was not looking..."
"I gave it back a few minutes later! And how did you know...?!"
"You disrupt your husband when he's practicing music on his guqin..." Santa interrupted.
"Not all of the time. Besides, he really enjoys it for all he pretends not to..."
"And anger Jiang Cheng incessantly. You need to give your poor brother a break..."
"But...!"
"You start or get into so much nonsense, Wei Ying, and yet you want me to grant your wish. My present to you should be punishment instead..."
Wei Ying grinned wickedly. "Depending on how you mean that, I would probably like it, you know."
Santa huffed. "Shameless!"
The former wrapped his arms around his waist again. "Oh, come on, Santa. You have to admit that I was good most of the time. You know that I have a good heart. I didn't mean any harm to anyone. Except Wen Chao, that is, but left him alone after that fight. I just like having fun," he murmured.
His features softened somewhat. "Mn. That's true. I know," he agreed.
"And I'm sure that you can be a forgiving person. Please, Santa. Let me have my present? I still promise to go to bed afterwards."
Santa grew so quiet that Wei Ying started to think that he was considering on changing his mind. To his delight, he nodded a second time.
"Very well. I will forgive you this time. However, you will not be so fortunate if you get into antics like these next year. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand. I'll try to behave better next year. I promise!"
"Mark your words. Now, I have a few more questions before I give you your present."
"Yeah?"
He reached out to undo the top button of Wei Ying's pajama shirt. "Will you do as I tell you? And do you promise to remain as quiet as possible? We don't want to wake Lan Yuan up."
The latter nodded eagerly. "I will. I'll be quiet, Santa."
"And don't tell your husband about this. It is bad enough that we are both being naughty. I don't have to warn you that he would be angry if he knew."
"I won't tell him. I'll be keep this a secret. I promise."
"Good."
"And it's not always bad to be naughty."
"No...sometimes it is not."
Santa finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off. Then he removed his pants before staring at his body with lust. It was slender, but strong, and his ass and thighs were round and full. His long cock stood at full mast.
"So beautiful you are," he whispered.
Wei Ying reddened under his heavy gaze.
He watched as he stepped away to put the bed's comforter on the floor. After that, Santa set a pillow on top of it. "We will be down here since the bed creaks."
"Okay."
"Lay down. Do not move, and do not touch anything, not even yourself."
Wei Ying pouted; he was already so hard that it was painful. Precum glistened at the tip. It wouldn't be long before he would be desperate for what would eventually be much-needed friction. Nevertheless, he obeyed him without question.
Santa walked over to the side-table drawer and took out a bottle of lube. He hovered over Wei Ying after returning to him and opened his legs. "Would you like me to remove my suit?" he inquired.
"No, don't. Your outfit turns me on. Unless you're hot in it? You can take it off if it is," the latter said.
"I am hot, but not the kind of hot you are thinking of. Your thoughtfulness is much appreciated, however."
"Santa! You are just as shameless and naughty as I am!"
Santa just chuckled quietly and lowered his beard to reveal his soft, pink lips.
"Oooh. You didn't tell me that you can detach it."
"All the better to kiss you, Wei Ying."
And that was exactly what he did, slowly and passionately. However, his tongue was soon probing his greedily, causing him to whimper into his mouth. The feeling of his clothed dick against his own was not helping matters either.
Santa eventually drew back so that they could catch their breaths. Then he moved down to kiss, bite, and suck on his neck. Wei Ying clamped his hand over his lips to keep himself from moaning out loud.
It became more difficult to stay quiet as Santa practically attacked the rest of his body. It wasn't long before there were hickeys and marks in all of the right places, just as he wished for. When he finally uncapped the lube moments later, Wei Ying nearly slipped from relief. He needed Santa so bad.
The latter opened his legs wider before smearing the gel on his fingers. One of them reached down to circle his rim of his puckered hole, making his hips jerk. He couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure.
"Shhh. Be still, Wei Ying."
He nodded.
Watching him closely, Santa slipped his index finger into him. Wei Ying gasped as he thrusted it into him carefully. It burned a little when he added a second one, but pleasure overtook him as his digits rubbed against his prostate.
He was writhing underneath Santa by the time the latter had finished prepping him. He all but sobbed when he removed his fingers and tried to make him put them back.
"Stop that, and get on your hands and knees," the former ordered.
Wei Ying hastily did as he was told. He heard a squirting sound, followed by the rustling of clothes. He hid his face in the pillow underneath him and moaned when he felt the head of his cock breaching him.
"Very good, Wei Ying," Santa purred. The former hummed.
He entered him slowly so as not to hurt him. Even so, Wei Ying grimaced. He may have been stretched well enough, but Santa was huge.
They were both panting when he eventually bottomed out. It didn't take long for Wei Ying to adjust, though, and he pushed back against him.
"Move. Please," he whispered.
Santa clutched his waist before sliding his cock out of him until only the head was inside. Then he slammed back into Wei Ying, making him curse. He redoubled his grip and started to thrust into him at a punishing pace.
It was a good thing that the floor did not creak, or there was no doubt that they would have been heard. As it was, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room, though it was muffled thanks to Santa's velvet pants.
Wei Ying kept his face buried in the pillow until he was yanked up by his ponytail. He was able to remain silent at first, but the pleasure soon grew too overwhelming for him to handle.
"Fuck...Yes, Santa...faster!...Ahh...Ahh!...Harder...ahh!..." he groaned quietly.
"That's it...ngh...Take my cock into your tight, naughty hole..." Santa whispered, pulling his head back further.
If Wei Ying was hard before, it was nothing compared to how much he was now. Hearing those filthy words coming out of his mouth turned him on beyond belief. However, he knew that if he tried to lay even one finger on his cock, he would be stopped.
All too soon, he found himself nearing the edge. Santa slid out of him at that moment, and Wei Ying choked out a sob. He was about to complain when the former turned him back over, pulled his legs up above his waist, and shoved his cock into him again. He threw his head back with a silent scream as his prostate was repeatedly hammered.
"Yes...ahhhh-ah!...Right there," he panted, gripping his shoulders.
"That's it," Santa repeated. He leaned over to kiss him hungrily. "Fuck, you feel so good, Wei Ying...You're doing so good for me...Taking my cock so well...I may decide to come back next year simply to enjoy the feeling of you around me all over again..."
Just the thought of it pushed him to the brink a second time. "Please...Santa..."
"Please what, Wei Ying?"
"I'm so close...I want to cum...I need to...please."
"...Mn."
Santa reached down and took his cock in his hand. Wei Ying had to prevent himself from crying out in relief as he stroked it in time to his thrusts, which were quickly becoming erratic. He was also breathing raggedly into his ear; he was approaching his own orgasm.
Then, with a particularly rough stroke from Santa, and Wei Ying clenching tightly around him, they flew over the edge simultaneously. The latter's eyes rolled to the back of his head as another muted scream formed on his lips. The former grunted into his neck as he thrust deep into him, his cock pulsing as he filled him with his seed. Both were shuddering with the force of their release.
It took a while for them to come down from their high. Eventually, their breathing returned to normal, and they were able to move again.
Santa did first, placing kisses on Wei Ying's neck before raising himself up to gaze at him. The beautiful man underneath him was a sight to behold. His expression was one of bliss, and he was flushed from his head to his toes.
Wei Ying must have felt his stare because he opened his eyes to smile at him. The edge of his lips quirked in response before they were kissing his once more. Then he stood up, and Wei Ying barely caught a glimpse of the white streaks on the front of his jacket before he disappeared from view.
Several minutes afterwards, his husband knelt beside him, a washcloth dangling from his hand.
"Hi Lan Zhan," Wei Ying greeted tiredly.
"Hello, baobei. Come. Let me clean you up," he murmured.
Lan Zhan wiped the evidence of his activities off of his stomach and his now wrecked hole. He helped him stand up when he was finished so that he could put his pajamas back on. This was somewhat difficult; Wei Ying's legs were still trembling from the aftershocks. After that, he put the comforter in the hamper before replacing it with a clean one.
Wei Ying snuggled into him once they were laying in bed, nearly falling asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. Lan Zhan kissed his cheek and he held him close.
"Was I good, Wei Ying? Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked in a whisper.
"Yes, Airen. You were the best," Wei Ying mumbled.
A pleased smile lit up his expression. "Good. Sleep now. You are tired, and A-Yuan is going to wake up early."
"Oh, don't tell me. I know it already. Good night, A-Zhan. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, baobei."
Wei Ying and Lan Zhan were very exhausted the next day, but they still managed to gather enough energy to open presents with Lan Yuan and visit their families.
Little did they know that Wei Ying would be receiving quite a special gift in ninth months' time. Whether or not it was a present from that Christmas...well. That was between him, Lan Zhan, and "Santa".
Author's note: I hope you like this one-shot! Sorry for posting this so late!