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.Rock opened up to him, inviting him in to play, hands wrapping around his waist, solid and warm.He gave everything he had to that kiss.All the years of knowing his lover's body, his happiness, his need, his pleasure Rig wrapped it all in his touch and fed it to Rock, determined to make them both fly.Rock's hips bucked, sliding that cock beneath his ass.One of Rock's hands came up, moving slowly over his belly up towards his titties.His nipples just tightened right up, ready, wanting, knowing full-well what those thick fucking fingers could do.Then there they were, rubbing and plucking and teasing and tugging, Rock's hips rolling the entire time, sliding that fat prick along his crack.Whimpering into the kiss, Rig's hips shifted, rolled, toes curling as a line of pure fire flooded him, nipples to cock.Rock shifted, rolled them so he was beneath his Blue, those eyes boring into him, making him promises that Blue had always kept.His hands found their places one on Rock's neck, one on the trim waist and he spread wide, hips tilting. Now, Blue.Need you. Just like that? Rock asked, voice rough, need clear. Now.I need you. He licked at Rock's lips, moaning softly. Please. Anything you want, Rabbit. Rock shifted, pressing that thick cock against his hole, just holding there for a moment before sliding in, nice and easy. Oh. He arched, lips parting on a gasp.So good.So fucking hot. Yes.His Blue just kept pushing, fat prick stretching and filling him until Rock's hips were snug tight against his ass. Made for this. He leaned up, whispering the words against Rock's lips. Made for you.Rock just nodded and started moving, long slow glides of that big cock, out and in again and again like Rock could do this for fucking ever.Rig took long, slow kisses, tightening his body around Rock every time that cock pulled away, holding on.They moved together, the pace growing harder and faster at such small increments that it wasn't noticed.All he knew was after forever, but all of a sudden, their bodies were slamming together, hunger grown desperate. Gonna.gonna come on your cock, Blue.Oh, fuck.Make me fucking fly. Do it, growled Rock. Fucking do it now, Rabbit.He muffled his cry on Rock's arm, entire soul turning inside out as he clenched down on Rock's prick and shot.Rock grunted, slamming into him hard, filling him with heat.He fought to catch his breath, head swimming. The best.The absolutely fucking best.Rock gave him a grin and made a pleased noise. I thought so.He nodded, licked Rock's lips. I know so.Rock kissed him, tongue opening his mouth and sliding in for a long taste.Then his Blue was sliding away with a groan. Kid's gonna be back any second and we need to get those presents wrapped quick so we don't embarrass your Momma. Yeah.With the three of us, we'll manage. He popped into the little washroom and cleaned up, dressing quick and quiet.He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror his cheeks were flushed, eyes twinkling. Man, I'll have to sit in here a bit. He walked back in, gave Rock a grin. You make me look well-fucked. Truth in advertising. Rock winked at him, tucking t-shirt into jeans.Just then there was a knock on the door. You guys gonna let me in to help now? asked Dick. Yep! He unlocked the door and let the kid slip in. Perfect timing.Dick took one look at him and chuckled. Looks like Rock made his point.Rig grinned and pinked, nodding happily. Oh, yeah. Come on, men.Everyone front and center.We've got a shit-load of presents to help Santa with. Rock sounded stern and no nonsense, but his Blue looked smug.Oh, yeah.Merry Christmas.He wrapped his arm around Dick's waist and they headed over to play elves.The kids were all in bed, sent early with admonitions to go to sleep so Santa could come.The presents were all under the tree and a bigger stack of stuff Rock couldn't remember ever seeing.The stockings were up along with several plates of cookies, glasses of milk and a myriad of letters to Santa.Rock was still stuffed from supper, sitting on the old recliner and relaxing up for the cookie eating that would need doing before morning.Bobby and Jodi had left the kids and gone home, the anti-social bastards.Actually, he wasn't going to complain, Bobby made Rig's life annoying and the kid could pick up the tension between them like that, which made Dick nervous.He was pretty sure Momma and Sissy and Rig and Dick were still in there cooking.He was likely to explode before the Christmas season was over and he couldn't think of a better way to go.Hank was sitting in Rig's father's old chair, snoring up a storm, which was fine by him, he wasn't feeling much like conversation himself.Soft laughter floated out of the kitchen, followed by a Christmas carol three drawling voices and the kid, all sounding happy as fuck.Merry fucking Christmas.It was almost enough to make him want to don the old Santa costume and play the old guy for the kids.Almost.He was pretty settled in his chair.Eventually the four of them wandered in, Rig and Sissy both holding two coffee cups, laughter following them.Sissy propped herself in Hank's lap and Momma sat on the sofa.Rigger settled at his feet and, when Dick looked uncomfortable, patted the floor. 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