To the world, the Holidays are a time for joy and celebration. But for Tavin, a deer shifter enlisted to help Santa deliver his holiday it's the day after is his favorite time. Reunited with his true elven love, together the two of them experience the full force of holiday magic and miracles, and prove that the day after brings the most joy.
“Don’t let them get to you,” his lover chided as a thick blanket was wrapped around his shoulders.
Tavin closed his eyes, snuggling in deep. The blanket smelled of wood smoke and fresh herbs, the scents he most associated with his lover.
So the elders droned on, but Tavin found himself escaping into the warm arms and the scent of his lover.
He barely noticed being hefted in his strong arms and carried away.
There was another pulse of magic and suddenly Tavin knew he was home.
He opened his eyes and looked up into the green orbs that glowed for him, expending magic for him, and he smiled.
“Still not speaking?” his lover appeared amused. Tavin shook his head, content to snuggle into those protective arms and forget his cares.
His lover, his Blaka was beautiful.
The tall elf had a fall of black silky hair that stopped mid back on his muscular frame. His ears were sharp proud points that wiggled as he smiled down at him. And his eyes, oh those beautiful merry eyes were the colors of magic itself. They were sparkling emeralds that glinted in the firelight of their cottage. They were all he needed to see to know that he had endured yet another year and would live to do the same once more.
Blaka kept him grounded, kept him going, loved him unconditionally though he was trapped and rather unlike most other shifters that the dark elf had known.
“That’s okay, Love,” Blaka’s voice echoed with he tingling of bells, a powerful voice that would manipulate if he chose to do so, that could bring pain or pleasure at its possessors whim.
But Blaka chose to do neither of these things.
He just—well—he loved Tavin.
“A bath I think,” he continued as he carried his grateful burden into the bedroom where another fire had been lit, where the blankets were pulled back from the bed to expose warm flannel sheets, where he could forget all about his long night. “And then.
Blaka continued, “Maybe a bite to eat to replenish your strength” He lowed him to the bed. “I think—“
His words were cut of as Tavin marshalling his strength, pulled his lover to him.
Food and bathes be dammed. He needed something much more real. He needed—
“Are you sure, love?”
The incredulous look on his face must have been amusing, because Blaka snickered as he leaned down and gave him
The first brush of Blaka’s lips against his were pure magic.
His soft full lips pressed firmly against his before his tongue invaded his mouth, conquering him and pulling whimpers of surrender from his throat.
Tavin raised his hands and tinge his fingers in Blaka’s hair, tugging and massaging at his mouth as the kiss grew more intense.
Night’s Stars, he loved the taste of his elf—sweet herbs and musk.
He pulled away slowly, their e lips slowly parting, and looked up into that beloved face.
His heart pounded in his chest, his soft pants being breathed in by his lover.
They stared at each other, green eyes to black for one short eternity, before Blaka lowed his head and took his mouth again.
Tavin fought his way free of the blanket that still covered him, pushed it aside as if it didn’t matter. He had all the head he needed right there, in his arms. And he wanted full body contact.
As if reading his thoughts, Blaka broke away form the kiss, a wicked smile on his lips, as he sat up.
“You don’t have to talk,” the voice was like ghostly fingers, caressing all of his exposed skin, tugging at his nipples, caressing the head of his cock. “I know what you want. You just lie there.”
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