"First of all," Lan Zhan began once they had made themselves comfortable. "Hello, Santa. And merry Christmas. I apologize for not greeting you sooner."
"No need to do that. It is fine," the older man assured him, waving his hand. "I understand why you did not. Merry Christmas to you too."
"I hope you have been well since our wedding?"
Wei Ying smiled, remembering that he had attended it back in May. Neither of them expected him to, but were pleased and overjoyed that he did.
"Yes, I have. And it was a lovely occasion," Santa replied. "Thank you for asking. And you?"
"I can say the same."
"Good."
They shared a brief kiss.
Lan Zhan eyed him and Wei Ying pointedly after that. "Why I did not, of course, brings us to now. And what I will have you both do is make it up to me," he remarked, answering Santa's question from earlier.
"Okay," Wei Ying said.
"Very well," Santa added.
It wasn't as if either of them found his proposition unexpected.
Lan Zhan then continued. "Mn. You will both please me. To recompense for lost time. But as punishment, you are not allowed to kiss, touch, or pleasure each other. I think you two have had more than enough time doing that for now. And you may not do the latter two to yourselves. At least until I decide otherwise. Only I shall do either or kiss you when I deem fit. The same goes for letting you come."
Wei Ying couldn't help but whine. Knowing his husband, he would follow his plan to the letter. How he would get through this without losing his mind or exploding from being too pent-up, he didn't know.
And just because Santa Claus was aware of what he was in for, he still wouldn't be given any mercy either.
Nevertheless, this didn't mean that he was opposed to making it up to Lan Zhan. In spite of the punishment, and his whining, he was more than happy to do that. Santa, too, looked as if he were of the same mind.
So, they acquiesced, and Lan Zhan waved his hand.
"Undress me," he commanded.
They got up to obey him immediately. Wei Ying unbuttoned his shirt as Santa moved to stand behind him to take it off. The former then placed open-mouthed kisses on his throat and chest, while the latter he kissed the back of his neck and shoulders. The both of them made sure that their hands didn't even so much as graze each other's.
"We're sorry. We were naughty," Wei Ying murmured.
"That we were," Santa added.
"Mn," Lan Zhan agreed, but not in an unkind way.
Wei Ying jutted his bottom lip out. "I hope you can forgive us."
"Ehn. Later."
"Do you want one of us to take your pants off?"
"No. Not yet. That can wait."
Wei Ying nodded, then kissed his left nipple before sucking it. Santa rubbed the other one.
Lan Zhan's breath hitched as he leaned into him while clutching his husband's ponytail. "Excellent. Very good."
Wei Ying massaged his hips as Santa kissed his nape again.
They continued what they were doing, Wei Ying licking and grazing his nipple with his teeth as well as sucking it. After a while, he switched to the other one. Santa took the now moist and neglected bud in his fingers, pinching it none-too-softly over and over. Lan Zhan gasped, which sent a jolt of arousal to their groins. But since they weren't allowed to do anything about it, they had to force themselves to ignore it.
More time passed before Lan Zhan had enough. He squeezed their hands, catching their attention.
"Stop. Wei Ying. Remove my pants and underwear now," he ordered.
"I will help..." Santa Claus began.
Lan Zhan shook his head. "No. You have already divested him of his. And your own, somewhat. That will suffice for you."
He nodded.
Wei Ying did as he was told, his mouth watering when he came face-to-face with his thick, straining cock. If he was hard earlier, he was doubly so now. He tried to wrap his hand around it, but Lan Zhan moved away.
"No touching yet," his husband said. "We will go to the bed first. But before we do..." He tapped Wei Ying's nightshirt. "This goes off completely. And Santa. The same with your pants and boots. I want to see you two."
He nodded in approval after they had taken off said clothes, his eyes darkening with lust as he gave them a once-over. Then he reclined against the bed's headboard and made Wei Ying sit next to him. Santa perched on his other side.
Lan Zhan cupped his husband's face after that. "You may go ahead now, baby."
Wei Ying nodded and reached down to jerk him. In his peripheral vision, he saw his abdomen clench. He smirked at this before wrapping his mouth around his dick. There was a low groan above him as he buried his fingers in his hair.
He took his time at first, wanting to be good for him. But upon catching Santa peering at him, an idea entered his thoughts. His eyes glinted naughtily as they made contact with his, and raising up a little, swirled his tongue around the head of Lan Zhan's cock. He moaned as he swallowed a bit of precum.
All the older man could do was watch with greed, his own tongue running across his lips.
Wei Ying smirked once more and kept on. Pumping Lan Zhan as he licked his shaft and kiss it all over. Bobbing his head up and down when he took him back in his mouth. Sucking and eventually deep-throating him with zeal. His gaze never left his the whole time.
It was then that Santa Claus realized what he was doing. He narrowed his eyes at him, then whispered something to Lan Zhan.
His husband stiffened, then made Wei Ying face him. "Wei Ying. He says you are teasing him. Is that true?" he demanded sternly.
"Yes," he admitted, beaming.
Lan Zhan frowned. He pulled him over his thighs and spanked his ass roughly a few times. Wei Ying exclaimed in surprise.
"Shameless. No more of that. Do not forget that you are both being punished. You have no right to be a tease. Only I do. Understand?"
He nodded. "Y-Yes," he repeated.
"Good. Now, kneel beside me. It is his turn."
Wei Ying obeyed, and Santa bent down to take his place.
Lan Zhan cupped the older man's neck as he sucked him hungrily. The latter also fondled his balls, drawing another groan from him.
"Fuck," he muttered.
Wei Ying swallowed thickly, biting his lip as he noticed that Santa's dick was vividly red like his. He knew that it had to be aching just as much as his was. It didn't help that his ass was stinging either. He tried to rub it, but his hand was yanked away.
"No," Lan Zhan chided, smacking his butt again. "You do not deserve relief. Give me your other hand."
When he did, they were placed on his leg.
"Keep them there. Don't move them until I tell you."
He pouted. He wanted to curse Santa out. If he hadn't snitched on him, this wouldn't be happening!
The older man looked up, his eyes twinkling in amusement.
"You-!" he hissed, leaning forward.
Lan Zhan glared at him in warning. "Move back and be still."
"But..."
"Now."
Wei Ying returned to his position, gritting his teeth as he continued to scowl at Santa.
Eventually, it was his turn again. Lan Zhan let him suck for a moment before thrusting in and out of his mouth. Then he had Santa kneel in front of him so that his dick was in his face.
"Look at it, baby. Does seeing it make you harder? Make you hunger for it? Make you desire to be touched?" he inquired, a note of teasing in his voice.
Wei Ying gagged and whined as he felt his own cock twitch and leak. He should have known that something like this would happen. And even worse, he couldn't do a thing about it.
"Excellent. Keep staring at it. It will serve as a reminder." Lan Zhan then turned to Santa. "Inform me if he isn't looking."
"I will."
It was torture, to say the least. Between his mouth being fucked open and a dripping erection wavering over him, he was gradually led to the brink of insanity. How he would survive this without exploding, he didn't know.
The only comfort he had was that Santa still wasn't permitted to have any relief either. Served him right! Tattletale! Plus, he was the one who mainly got them both in trouble in the first place.
By the time the older man was given his next turn, Wei Ying was wracking with shivers. He needed to rub one off urgently.
"Please...I can't take it anymore..." he begged with a half sob.
"Quiet," Lan Zhan interrupted him. "Eyes up front. Hands stay on my leg."
He didn't have say it again. However, Wei Ying wasn't even able to watch them properly anymore. His vision was so blurred that he could hardly see.
Thankfully, he had no need to worry about this for too long. Lan Zhan gripped his hair before shoving his cock in his mouth yet again. Santa leaned over to suck his balls. From the way his husband was panting, Wei Ying knew that he was close. He squeezed his thigh and hollowed his cheeks, and after a moment, Lan Zhan nudged them.
"Move," he hoarsed out. Then he stroked himself feverishly before arching with a gasp. His cum lined his abdomen and hips.
"Clean that up," he told them next.
Wei Ying and Santa licked away every drop at once.
Lan Zhan shook his head at them. "So greedy. I was right to punish you two. Your greed made you impatient. And not when it should have."
He brought Wei Ying in for a filthy kiss after that. They both moaned as his tongue roved all over his mouth, the former humming as he tasted himself. He did likewise with Santa next, his hand on his shoulder.
Wei Ying scoffed at this. "And you tell us we're greedy," he quipped in an ironic tone.
"Shut up," Lan Zhan said.
He pulled him over and laid him down. While crawling between legs, he murmured an order to Santa, who nodded.
"Ahh! What the...?" Wei Ying yelped as he felt a sudden tightening around his cock. He looked down to see a red and white ribbon with a bow on it. Glancing to his left, he noticed that there was also one on the older man's. "Oh Gods, why? And why him, too? We've suffered enough," he couldn't help but whine.
"You know why. I will not explain again. Lube, please."
A bottle was offered to Lan Zhan.
"Thank you."
He coated his fingers with gel before smearing some on Wei Ying's rim. The latter jumped and shuddered from the unexpected coolness.
Lan Zhan took his time moistening it until it became pliant. Once it had, he gingerly slid his forefinger into his hole, being careful not to hurt him.
Meanwhile, Wei Ying was chewing on his lip as he discreetly attempted to seek more pleasure than he was being given. It was as if hours had passed since Santa had touched him, and Lan Zhan holding back just made him more desperate.
His husband caught on to what he was doing, of course, and pinned his waist.
"Do I have to tie you to the headboard?" he questioned in a low voice.
Wei Ying actually considered saying yes, but shook his head in the end. It wasn't what he was in the mood for. Not right then, at least.
"Mn...then be still. Do not move. Not until I tell you."
He nodded.
Lan Zhan went on, drilling his finger in and out of him. Wei Ying grimaced when he added another, and he rubbed his inner thigh to soothe him.
He was pushing in a third when Wei Ying noticed that Santa had been quiet the entire time. He looked around to see that he was still beside him. But that was probably what he was requested to do.
It wasn't until Lan Zhan finished prepping him did he speak to Santa again. He turned to him as he slicked up his manhood.
"Kneel behind Wei Ying. Lay his head on your lap. Have your cock next to his face where he will see it. You may pat his hair, if you want. Other than that, keep watching. Still no touching yourself. Or kissing him." Then he faced his husband. "Baby. Do not touch his cock. Or try to kiss or suck it. Not at any point. That is still not allowed either. Understand?"
"Yes," they replied in unison.
"Good."
Santa did as he was told, making sure that Wei Ying was comfortable. The latter gave his husband a nod once he was situated and tried to stay relaxed.
Lan Zhan inclined his head in return and spread his legs wider. He positioned himself before carefully sliding into him afterwards.
Wei Ying closed his eyes as he winced. Although he was being gentle, it still hurt. Lan Zhan kissed him while Santa caressed his forehead with his thumb. They made sure that he was okay, and the former stayed still to let Wei Ying adjust to him.
It didn't take him very long for him to. Lan Zhan noticed, and after sliding his legs up to his chest, began thrusting into him. Wei Ying moaned in pleasure and pain.
Santa remained quiet as he kept stroking his forehead. Just watching them made his dick throb incessantly. Glancing at it, he saw that it was now beet red. He said nothing about it, though. Complaining wouldn't help him, not that he would do that anyway. Nor would he be given alleviation.
Lan Zhan continued to move at a tentative pace so as not to hurt Wei Ying. After a while, he sped up a notch, bending down to kiss his cheek and neck. Wei Ying bit his lip as dug his nails into his back, silently urging him for more.
Of course, he wasn't given more. Not the kind of "more" he was hoping for, that is. At least for the time being. Instead, Lan Zhan only gave him more torture by making him face Santa's cock a second time.
"Eyes here again," he panted.
Wei Ying pouted, but obeyed nonetheless. "This is...ahh...so unfair," he grumbled.
"I beg to differ. I think it very much is."
If the first time he had to look at Santa's cock nonstop was agonizing before, it was worse now. Lan Zhan's quickening movements didn't help either. It wasn't long before he was harder than he thought it was possible for someone to be. His own dick was practically numb.
And judging from the hand that trembled against his forehead once or twice, Wei Ying knew that their punishment was finally beginning to take its toll on Santa as well.
Lan Zhan soon turned him over so that he was on his elbows and knees. He cried out as he entered him roughly, his mouth practically grazing Santa's cock as he jolted forward.
The older man swallowed thickly, his eyes filled with need.
"You wish that he were sucking your cock...nghh...don't you?" Lan Zhan asked him, his fingers running across his husband's lips and chin as he pounded into him. "That you were feeling his mouth around it. Taking you deep in his throat."
All Santa could do was nod.
"Mm. It is too bad you were both impatient, then. You most of all. If you were not, Wei Ying would be doing that. Right now. Or he may have earlier, at one point. You would not have to wait."
He did not comment on this, only gulped a second time.
Later on, Wei Ying would be impressed by this. If Santa had been him or any other man, his husband's teasing likely would have made him crack or start begging. Perhaps he would have even sooner, what with everything that already transpired. Yet he was still going strong.
"Still. You are taking your punishment well. But I expect that of you," Lan Zhan went on, noticing this also. "I can see that you regret not letting Wei Ying wake me up after you arrived. However, you shall keep waiting. When I am ready, I will be lenient with you. At least to an extent."
Santa Claus bobbed his head again. "As you say."
"Mn."
The wait was not any easier for him than it was before. Lan Zhan continued to slam into Wei Ying, the force of his thrusts continuing to make his lips almost brush against his dick over and over. Almost, but not quite. Lan Zhan wouldn't allow him to get closer.
Every time Santa felt Wei Ying's breath on it, or when he screamed, or moaned, or whenever there was a close call, he buried his nails in his palm. Lan Zhan's grunts didn't help either. It was now taking everything in him to not to lose his resolve.
And from the glint in Lan Zhan's eyes, he knew was aware of this, and was intentionally tormenting him.
Wei Ying, on his part, watched as Santa's cock turned from beet red to purple in only a few short minutes. But from the way his sweet spot was being hammered, he was astounded that he could even see through the increasing pleasure at all. He just wanted to take him in his mouth for the umpteenth time that evening. For him to join Lan Zhan in fucking him.
And after what seemed like another eternity, where he was repeatedly brought to the edge - and where Santa was eventually only holding on by a thread - his first wish (and the older man's) was finally, finally granted.
Lan Zhan bent over to whisper in his ear, "Go ahead, my love. Suck his cock. But slowly."
Wei Ying immediately did so with a moan. Santa's head fell back in pleasure as he bobbed up and down while licking his shaft. If the ribbon wasn't tied around the base of it, he would have came right then. He had been deprived for so long that he was now on the verge of eruption.
He tried to fist his ponytail, but Lan Zhan stopped him.
"Don't do that. And be still. Accept what you are given," he panted.
"Very well," Santa murmured, not quite agreeable to this, but not protesting either.
This was the first time that Wei Ying was happy that Lan Zhan said that, however. Greedy though he was for Santa, he wanted to savor him regardless. It had been a year since he last visited them, after all.
Not to mention he also desired revenge for being tattled on.
He leisurely carried on with what he was doing. He noticed Santa's hands and waist twitching occasionally. It must have been from how good he was making him feel, because he was fighting the urge to move and touch him, or both. Either way, Wei Ying couldn't help but smirk to himself.
Lan Zhan decreased his speed a bit too, now going at a moderate pace. He had been close again, but he wasn't ready for another orgasm just yet.
It went on like this until he gripped Wei Ying's head and shoved it up and down so that he was deep-throating him faster.
"Ohhh!" Santa moaned as Wei Ying choked. He hadn't expected him to do that. Nevertheless, he was quickly able to keep up.
But oh, how the latter wished that his dick could have attention as well. It hadn't received any since Santa jerked them both off earlier. Just the idea of it caused him to ache and leak even more.
Lan Zhan must have been reading his thoughts. He soon turned them over so that they were on their sides and yanked Santa onto the bed in the opposite direction.
"Ahh!" Wei Ying cried out when he took him in his mouth and lapped away his precum. Lan Zhan then pulled up his leg and slid back into him, drawing another moan out of him.
He resumed sucking the older man's cock after that. But this time, Lan Zhan joined him, not having had the chance to so far. Wei Ying would hold it for him whenever it was his turn, tonguing his balls as he did.
It wasn't long before the three of them were sinking into bliss. Wei Ying and Santa Claus especially, due to Lan Zhan making them feel good. Muffled noises of pleasure, grunts, and creaking echoed in the room.
"Guys...Lan-er-gege, I...ohh..." Wei Ying breathed after a while. "I need...I need you both...ahh..."
Neither of them said anything at first, but his husband kissed his ear after a moment. "You have us both," he remarked.
He rolled his eyes; he was being teased again. "Baby, you...ahh!...know what I meant. I need you two inside me. Please!" he whined.
"...Mn. I think you have earned that now. Hold his leg for me," he added to Santa.
Wei Ying hissed as Lan Zhan gently pushed a finger into him. There was some discomfort, but he knew it wouldn't compare to how much he would soon feel.
He didn't experience too much right then, thankfully. Santa redoubling his focus on him, and him doing likewise, took his mind off of it. This helped Lan Zhan add three more fingers with ease as the minutes crept by.
Once Wei Ying was stretched enough, he removed them and pulled him to the edge of the bed. The former took several deep breaths to relax himself as Santa lubed up his cock. When he and Lan Zhan spread him open, he closed his eyes anticipation.
He gritted his teeth and whimpered in pain when Santa entered him after his husband did. They caressed his thighs as he slid into him inch by inch, murmuring quiet, soothing words.
"I am almost there. Bear with me," Santa told him in a hitching voice.
"It will stop hurting soon. You are doing good, baby," Lan Zhan assured next.
Wei Ying managed a smile and nodded.
Lan Zhan and Santa didn't move too much once the latter bottomed out. They knew it took somewhat longer for him to get used to the double penetration. However, they continued to rub his legs and whisper tenderly to him.
Wei Ying eventually drooped into the bed, signaling that he was now ready for them. Another wave of pain surged through him as they started to thrust, making him clutch the blanket as his eyes watered.
"Do you need us to stop again, baby?" Lan Zhan asked in concern, noticing this.
Santa tilted his head questioningly also.
He shook his head. "N-No. I'll...I'll be fine soon. Well, more than f-fine. We all know that," he joked in spite of his discomfort.
They chuckled in part relief.
"Mn. We do," Lan Zhan agreed.
And, of course, Wei Ying was right. The pain dissipated in time. Them massaging his cock and balls and going slowly at first - as they did in the last two Christmases - helped. The pleasure returned, and he was now gripping the covers for a different reason.
"Faster, my love?" Lan Zhan inquired.
"Please," he breathed.
Wei Ying groaned when they tilted him up and quickened their thrusts accordingly. He looked down to watch their cocks slide in and out of him in tandem. He could do nothing but moan again just seeing it.
"Oh Gods...ahh...yes," he whispered.
The edges of Lan Zhan's mouth rose as Santa chortled quietly.
It went on like that until they all grew impatient. Wei Ying could tell that Santa definitely was. His face was strained, and his movements were a bit less controlled than his husband's.
Not that he blamed him. Out of two of them, Santa had been refused any kind of pleasure the longest. This was likely why Lan Zhan didn't make him to slow down. He must have thought that he had suffered enough.
"Guys, don't hold back," Wei Ying whined in desperation, grabbing at their hands. "Fuck me! Please!"
And that's what they did. There was no way either of them could refuse his entreaty.
He threw his head back with a yell as they slammed into his ass. Every jab to his prostate caused sparks of delight to rush through him. He arched into them, seeking more of that.
Lan Zhan and Santa obliged after tugging him closer. They were just as greedy for him as he was for them.
"Ahh!...Don't...ohhh-oh fuck...don't stop...Please don't stop," Wei Ying sobbed as they bent his legs to push his knees up to his chest. At this new angle, it really felt good.
"Do not worry, baby. We do not plan to," Lan Zhan reassured him with a grunt.
"No. Not any time soon," Santa added.
Wei Ying bit his lip as an especially harsh thrust zeroed in on his sweet spot. "G-Good."
He fell into pleasure again as their onslaught on him continued. They thumbed at his nipples or graze his dick with their fingertips. Them doing the latter was enough to tease, but not to satisfy. It nearly made him crazy. He tried to grab their hands to make them stroke it, but they didn't let him.
"Stop that," Lan Zhan chided. "As I told Santa earlier, accept what you are given."
He pouted and let out another whine, and Santa gave him a pointed look.
"Do not do that either. I am in town, after all," he joked.
"Oh, please," Wei Ying grumbled as he rolled his eyes. But he didn't deny it.
They chuckled a second time.
What also drove Wei Ying insane was them changing their pace occasionally. Sometimes they would go even faster before slowing down to a crawl, then speed up once more.
Lan Zhan and Santa Claus lifted him so that they were both able to kiss him without bringing any of them discomfort after a while. They panted and groaned into each other's mouths as their tongues swirled around each other's. They realized that they hadn't kissed like that in a year.
So, they kept going. Their lips and tongues hungrily meeting over and over. Wei Ying's shouts being drowned out as he was vigorously pummeled into. His nipples and cock went back to being teased, too.
All of this eventually brought the three of them to the edge again. Lan Zhan slipped out of Wei Ying and turned to Santa.
"You may have him," he remarked. Then he whispered something else to him.
Santa moaned at what he told him as he plopped Wei Ying onto the bed again. The latter yelled as he clutched his thighs before slamming in and out of him, his movements now frantic.
Looking down, he noticed that the ribbons that had been tied around their cocks had vanished. Lan Zhan was beside him, massaging his own dick. Wei Ying gently swatted his hand off of it so that he could do it for him.
Groaning quietly, Lan Zhan wrapped his hand around the base of his cock instead. He didn't want him to come until he was ready for him to.
"Holy Christmas!" Santa rasped as he watched them. He pounded into Wei Ying for thirty more seconds, then yanked himself out of him before shooting his thick, hot seed onto his abdomen. He gasped as his hips jolted with each spurt.
"Fuck," Lan Zhan murmured as the older man collapsed on the other side of Wei Ying. Seeing him fall apart made him (and Wei Ying) even harder. He quickly took over again, reentering his husband and setting off at a pace that rivaled Santa's just minutes previously.
Wei Ying held him close, moaning loudly as he stroked his dick. Santa recovered enough to play with his balls as well. At this rater, he wasn't going to last much longer. And from the way Lan Zhan's jaw was clenched, he wouldn't either.
And they didn't. Wei Ying was soon crying out as he reached his peak, taking Lan Zhan with him a few seconds later.
The only sound that was heard after that was of the three of them catching their breaths as they rested. Then Lan Zhan and Santa eventually got up, first to tidy Wei Ying up before doing the same with each other. The three of them shared another lingering kiss and embrace, and the older man put his pants and boots back on.
"As always, I enjoyed myself, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. Even if I was being punished," Santa chuckled, his eyes twinkling.
They laughed softly.
"You handled it well. But I do apologize if it was too much for you," Lan Zhan remarked.
"You know how he can be," Wei Ying pointed out next with another giggle.
Santa waved his hand. "Yes, I do. However, it wasn't, so you have no need to fret."
Lan Zhan nodded once. "Good."
Wei Ying smiled. "Maybe we can do it again another Christmas."
"I am quite open to that. I was definitely consider it. And speaking of which, I will return to see you two next year," Santa Claus stated.
And after bidding them good-bye with one more kiss and hug, he left the room. When the jiggle of his sleigh bells faded into the distance, Lan Zhan smiled at Wei Ying.
"So...round two?" he asked.
Wei Ying quirked an eyebrow. "Will this one involve more orgasm delay? Not that actually mind that much."
"Mn. Perhaps. But if so, it will not be for long this time."
He chuckled. "Well, then, what are we waiting for?"
And with that, Lan Zhan rolled on top of Wei Ying, and they kissed each other deeply before he sunk into him again.
Author's Note: Hello! I hope that you enjoyed reading this two-shot. It took quite a while to finish it, but I managed to two days ago! Leave a comment if you like, and if you want a fourth part to this, please let me know! Happy Holidays to those who celebrate! I will update or post another story as soon as I can!