Nat was still wet from earlier, so Duke’s cock slotted easily into his body. His breath punched out of him. “Fuck!”
“So pretty for me, sweetheart,” Duke groaned.
“I just puked! I’m not sexy!”
“Mm. You’re pregnant with our baby. So fertile.” Duke arranged them so Nat was leaning back against his chest, Nat’s legs hitched up in the air, his thighs held open with large hands. He brought Nat up the stairs, his cock rocking back and forth with each step, grinding sinfully against Nat’s prostate.
Nat panted and clutched at him. “D-Duke!”
“Yes?” Duke purred, pushing deeper. Nat’s precum shot all over the stairs.
Duke carried Nat to their bedroom and shut the door. With Nat still impaled on him, Duke crouched, pulling out a box from under the bed.
In there were a few colorful items: a Yuletide tree plug, a candycane dildo, a pair of red tinsel clips, and a little knitted stocking.
Nat blushed furiously. “Oh, gods. You got the toys. What’s the stocking for?”
It was too tiny to fit anything—maybe gifts for a mouse?
Duke huffed and sat with Nat on the bed, pushing sinfully against Nat’s prostate. Nat shuddered. “Let me show you.”
He turned the bright red stocking upside down, sliding it over Nat’s wet tip like a jaunty little hat.
Nat covered his face with a whimper. “That’s... That is perverse.”
“No more perverse than this.” To Nat’s dismay, Duke hauled him off his cock. Except he picked up the Yuletide tree plug, pushing it into Nat’s wet ass.
Nat moaned, writhing. The tree plug’s rounded edges made it comfortable, although its points rubbed distractingly against his insides, pushing against his sensitive walls every time he moved.
“You’ll wear that all day,” Duke murmured.
“I’m going to come so many times,” Nat whined. Already, the plug was nudging against his prostate, making him leak into the stocking. “Don’t you want me to work?”
“Mmm. Let me think about it.” Duke grinned and pushed the plug deeper, working it in and out. Precum shot out of Nat’s tip. “Let’s massage one out of you so you can at least have breakfast. Then we’ll take the rest of the day one step at a time.”
“Okay,” Nat whimpered.
Duke grabbed the two tinsel-wrapped clips and clipped them around Nat’s nipples—lightly, not enough to hurt. They squeezed just enough to remind Nat that his nipples were sensitive. Duke arranged him on all fours and began grinding the tree plug against Nat’s sweet spot, until he panted and shuddered.
“Duke—”
“So fucking hot, sweetheart,” Duke growled. “Your hole keeps sucking on the tree like a lollipop. Taking it so eagerly.”
Nat blushed and clutched at the sheets, until Duke changed the angle of his thrusts and raked the tree over Nat’s prostate.
Nat cried out, tumbling violently over the edge.
“That’s it. Come all over the bed. Your cock is so pretty when it does that, twitching so helplessly.” Duke wrapped his fist around it, milking Nat’s cum out of him. He pushed the plug back into Nat and let his ass suck it down as deep as it could go. Duke wiped himself off with the bed sheet. “Now, be a good omega and take care of my cock.”
He turned Nat around to face him. Then he gripped Nat’s hair and pushed his head down, rubbing his cock all over Nat’s face.
Nat went boneless, taking Duke into his mouth. Duke was hard, throbbing, his length sliding thick and heavy against Nat’s tongue.
“Look at the way your lips stretch,” Duke rasped. He worked his heavy length deeper, his salty precum covering Nat’s tongue. “You were made to suck my cock.”
Nat sucked eagerly, taking Duke as deep as he could go. He flicked his tongue against Duke’s length to beg for his cum.
Duke came with a snarl, pulling out. Hot cum jetted all over Nat’s face like a fountain, dripping wetly down his chest. He swallowed as much as he could.
