Me and My Christmas Familiar (An MM Monster Christmas)

Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

L achlan couldn’t sleep.

Which was fine. Just fine.

He’d just lie here the whole night in a small, crowded bed with Kit. With the incredibly sexy, naked Kit, who pressed tightly against Lachlan’s body and who would every now and then snuggle closer.

It was fine. He could do this.

Lachlan would just lie here, more aroused than he’d ever been in his life, cock aching with need, and not move. He had definitely not thought this whole thing through when he suggested Kit sleep with him. But Kit had been in so much pain. And he’d been so desperate and eager for Lachlan’s affection.

Lachlan had been doing a kindness suggesting that they sleep together. After all, his actions had caused Kit so much pain even though that had not been his intention. He’d thought of nothing more than just nearness and comfort. Which honestly, he’d kind of needed too.

Now Lachlan was trying with all his might to will his erect cock away. But how was he meant to do that?

Kit, this stunning man, kept rubbing against him as if wanting to get closer to Lachlan. Which honestly seemed impossible. He also kept making soft purring noises. Which Lachlan also found arousing.

“This is so nice.” Kit’s breath brushed against Lachlan’s skin.

Lachlan suppressed a shiver.

“Thank you, Lachlan,” Kit said. “Thank you for letting me sleep with you. I missed you so much.” Kit nuzzled Lachlan’s throat, inhaling deeply. “You smell so nice.”

Lachlan’s cock jerked. Every muscle in Lachlan’s body coiled like a tight spring ready to explode.

“It’s all right,” Lachlan said tightly.

Kit sighed and squeezed Lachlan.

“But we should sleep. We both need to sleep. I’m tired.” Lachlan’s voice sounded stiff and tight.

Kit sighed. “Yes. Sleep. We will sleep together.” And then as if Lachlan’s words were a command, Kit’s body relaxed. After a few seconds, his breathing evened.

Lachlan couldn’t believe it.

How could Kit sleep so easily when they lay so intimately together? And Kit just happily fell asleep as if it was nothing. Nothing!

Lachlan wanted to laugh. Or more accurately, he wanted to stroke his aching cock.

Seconds, minutes, or hours slid by. Lachlan didn’t know. And all that time, Lachlan lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling.

Every wriggling motion of Kit’s body, every huff of air against skin, every time Kit’s nose pressed against Lachlan’s throat, each and every time Kit did anything, Lachlan’s entire focus zeroed in on that movement.

And as he lay awake, images filled his mind. What would it feel like for Kit’s hand to slide lower down his stomach and touch Lachlan’s cock? What would it feel like for Kit to stroke him? Lachlan’s dick twitched.

What if he wore nothing too? What if instead of nuzzling, Kit bit and sucked at Lachlan’s neck? What if they kissed whilst their hands roamed each other’s bodies and skin?

His gut tensed, and his cock throbbed. He tried to keep his heart rate and breathing even, but the fantasies and desires rose inside him. If he were alone, he’d take himself in hand. But he was not alone.

“Lachlan,” Kit whispered, sounding half-asleep.

Lachlan jerked. “You’re awake!”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Kit asked. “Aren’t you tired?”

“I…” Lachlan couldn’t find the words. “I… I have a…”

Kit propped himself up, hand splayed on Lachlan’s chest, above Lachlan’s pounding heart.

“Oh.” Kit paused. “Oh. I see. I can feel it. You’re aroused. That’s why you can’t sleep?” He leaned closer, gazing into Lachlan’s eyes. “You want me.” Kit inhaled sharply. “You want to fuck me.”

Lachlan’s hands spasmed in the sheets. His cock strained in his undershorts. Lachlan closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

“I want you too, Lachlan. I want to fuck you too.” Kit’s hand slid lower, along Lachlan’s sternum, fingers grazing the flat planes of his stomach, still going lower. “You’re so beautiful. The most beautiful out of everyone in the world. I want to touch you,” Kit said, voice husky, all traces of sleepiness gone. “I want to make you feel good.”

Lachlan bit his lip as a moan escaped him.

“I can make you feel good. Please, let me make you feel good, Lachlan. Please.” Kit brushed his nose against Lachlan’s jaw. His slender hand stopped at the hair below Lachlan’s navel. He slid his fingers through the curls, his hand resting above Lachlan’s groin. “I want us to feel good together.”

Lachlan gasped. The sound was loud in the room.

Pissing potions. He wanted this. He wanted Kit. He burned for him.

Maybe he shouldn’t want his familiar, especially when everything was so confused between them. But he did. His dick ached for Kit. And Kit wanted him. He’d made that clear. So if they both wanted this, wanted each other, why should Lachlan deny them?

Because he is your familiar, and you shouldn’t want him.

But Lachlan’s body refused to listen to him. The arousal thrummed through his blood.

“Lachlan?” Kit’s voice was so soft.

Lachlan couldn’t resist. “Yes,” Lachlan breathed. “I want you. But I… I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Kit pushed the sheets away and straddled Lachlan’s hips, arse settling on Lachlan’s groin. Lachlan groaned at the pressure on his dick. He lifted his hips, seeking more friction.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel so good.” Then Kit leaned forward, and his mouth found Lachlan’s.

Lachlan gasped into the feather-light kiss. Kit’s hands cupped his cheeks. They held still, lips pressed together as if testing the waters. And still, this sweet, gentle kiss felt cataclysmic, like Lachlan’s whole world was rewriting itself.

Then Kit opened his mouth, moving it against Lachlan’s. And after a moment’s hesitation, Lachlan copied the movement. Kit groaned as their lips danced together. Kit’s tongue slid into Lachlan’s, pressing and tasting. Lachlan gripped Kit’s shoulders, trying not to lose himself in the taste and sensation of Kit.

Kit broke the kiss. He reached down and tugged at the hem of Lachlan’s undershorts. He lifted off Lachlan.

“Raise your hips,” Kit whispered. “I want you naked.”

Lachlan did as he was told, and Kit removed his undershorts. Lachlan cried out as Kit lay down on top of him, naked skin pressing against naked skin as they sank into the mattress. Their legs slotted together. And as Kit settled on top of him, their cocks lined up.

Kit rocked and ground against him. Lachlan gripped Kit’s hips, urging him on as the delicious friction sent sparks of ecstasy cascading through his body.

“Hexes!” Lachlan squeezed his eyes shut. He wrapped a leg around Kit’s strong thigh. He cried out, flinging his head back as Kit thrust against him, causing their cocks to rub and frot.

Kit kissed him, and Lachlan gasped into the kiss. Kit clutched at Lachlan’s arms and pressed his lips along Lachlan’s neck and throat as he continued to grind against him.

“You’re so beautiful, Lachlan. So beautiful, my witch.”

Lachlan’s fingers gripped Kit’s plump arse. Kit’s tail wrapped around Lachlan’s wrist, holding him tight. Their bodies kept rocking together as delicious pleasure like he’d never known made him dizzy and light-headed. Kit’s touch, scent, and taste overwhelmed him. Nothing existed but Kit and this bliss.

“I want you to feel good,” Kit said. “Let me make you feel good.”

Lachlan sobbed as he ground against Kit.

But then Kit pulled away, and Lachlan cried out with the loss.

Kit slid down his body, pressing kisses, licking, and nipping at Lachlan’s overly sensitive skin. Lachlan squirmed and moaned with need. He gasped as Kit tongued his navel. Then Kit’s hand wrapped around his aching cock and squeezed.

Lachlan thrust into the grip, keening as Kit stroked him.

“You smell so good.” Kit’s cheek pressed against Lachlan’s dick rubbing against it.

Lachlan bit his lip as Kit nuzzled his member, pressing soft kisses along the length. Then Kit’s tongue slithered over the tip, sliding around the flared head, licking and tonguing at the slit.

Lachlan’s hands spasmed in the bed-sheets. His balls pulled in tight. “Kit… Kit… I’m not going to last.”

Kit made a pleased noise, clearly not disturbed by this information. Instead of pulling back or slowing down, he opened his lips and took Lachlan’s cock inside his mouth, sucking him in.

Lachlan moaned and thrashed. He thrust and whimpered as warm, wet bliss wrapped around his length, taking him deep.

Kit’s hands gripped his hips, urging him to thrust. Lachlan’s hand scrambled at Kit’s shoulder, fingers digging into skin. Kit made slurping, moaning noises. His hands caressed Lachlan’s thighs.

Lachlan threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut as the heat and tension mounted in his groin.

“Oh! Oh, Kit! I can’t…” He groaned.

Unbelievable pleasure seared through his body. His dick jerked in Kit’s mouth, and he came, shooting his seed into Kit’s welcoming mouth.

Kit sucked and drank him down.

After several moments, Lachlan slumped onto the bed.

Panting, Kit scrambled up on top of him. “Your pleasure tastes delicious,” Kit whispered. He leaned over Lachlan, face pressed against Lachlan’s neck as he jerked himself.

In a haze, Lachlan reached out and wrapped his hand around Kit’s.

Kit released his own cock. Then Lachlan was holding Kit’s hot, hard, leaking cock in his hand, and he was stroking it.

Kit panted. The slapping sound filled the room.

“Lachlan!” Kit cried out. “Lachlan! My witch!”

Then suddenly Kit’s body jerked. Warm seed splattered in bursts over Lachlan’s stomach and cock. Kit groaned as his orgasm flowed through him.

After several seconds, Kit collapsed on top of him, wrapping his arms around Lachlan.