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He took the hat off and ran his fingers through my hair. It was slicked back, as it always was. He ruffled it before placing the hat back down. “I promise I won’t,” he said. “Can I take a picture of you in it? Just to remember what you look like in it.”

No hesitation, I agreed. If it meant I didn’t have to wear it so often, I was absolutely ready to make his day more than I already had with the tree and the teddy by sayingyes. As Tommy went to get his phone, the dogs chased him and pulled the blanket from his waist, revealing his cute little ass inside the briefs. I resisted the urge to chase after him and take a bite.

I resisted until after the picture. Once it was taken, I pulled him into my arms and carried him through the house, pit stopping by the kitchen and taking a fistful of candy canes before we headed to the bedroom.

“You’ve been a little naughty,” I said.

“Sorry, Daddy Santa, what have I done?” he asked.

I laid him on the bed and shooed the dogs out of the room. They weren’t going to play witness to what was about to happen. From the close door, I approached Tommy on the bed. “Well, I’ve made a list, and I’ve checked it twice,” I said, pulling the belt from around my waist. I dropped it to the floor. “And on that list, you’re listed as naughty and nice.”

Tommy wiggled around, pulling the duvet around himself. “That can’t be true. I’ve been good. I promise.” He eventually pulled the duvet over his head to hide.

“You were walking around in your underwear,” I stated, unbuttoning my shit. “And that’s being naughty.”

Peering out at me, he giggled. “The Santa hat has to stay on.”

“Demanding,” I said. “I don’t think good boys are demanding. Are they?”

“Yes, you said I was a good boy before,” his words muffled.

“Mhm, when?” I tugged at the duvet, teasing his head out of it.

He only giggled, struggling to stay hidden. “It depends, are you Daddy Santa, or Daddy Hardin?”

I winked at him. “Come on out and see.” I kept the hat on, down to a tank top and my boxer briefs, I stood at the side for the bed.

“Oh, hello, Santa.” He rolled over in the bed to the side and looked up at me, big eyes blinking. “I’m sorry for being naughty. Please don’t give me a lump of coal.”

“I have another lump I want to give you,” I said.

Licking his lips, he nodded, his gaze dropping to my crotch where my chubbed cock might’ve been on view through the button hole in the briefs. “I’ll takethatlump.” He placed a hand on my thigh and looked back at me to see if he could go any further.

“Go on,” I said.

I liked to make sure Tommy was well-fed while he was staying with me, but that didn’t stop him from being voracious to the point he nearly tore the briefs off by the seams of the fabric for a taste of my cock. He took my cock with one hand and cupped my balls with another, a technique he employed when he was trying to get a taste of precum. It really worked at all.

With my cock hard, I climbed onto the bed and whipped the duvet back to see his briefs down his ankles and a little wet patch on the bed from where he’d been rubbing his erect cock.

“You love leaving you mark don’t ya?” I asked.

“It’s not like I can help it,” he said, pouting again. “I’m just a boy in need of a Daddy to show me how the world works. And all these feelings inside me can’t be controlled.”

“I have something for you,” I said, reaching over the side of the bed to take one of the candy canes. “I’m gonna ask you to suck it a little, and then I want to play with it in your ass.”

Tommy moaned. “Really?”

“I want to eat your ass, and I also want to taste this on you,” I told him.

He nodded. “You had me at eat ass.” He positioned his head back on a pillow and unwrapped the candy cane. “I hope it doesn’t tingle like minty body wash.”

“We’ll have to find out together,” I said, positioning myself between his thighs. His soft skin only showing remnants of the purple bruises he’d acquired on the back of Belle. I gave each length of his thigh kisses, putting all that healing down to the magic of Daddy’s lips.

Tommy passed me the candy cane once he’d sucked it wet. Between his legs, I pushed them up to get better access to his ass. It was all puckered and ready for me. I gave it a lick between going in with a finger, and then the sticky candy cane. It went in like a pinky finger would, and had him moaning more than a single finger ever had made him.

“It tickles,” he giggled, a hand reaching down to pull his balls back. “I like it though.”

Licked his ass around the candy cane inside him. The curved shape to the end of the cane gave it a great push and pull mechanic. He eventually went in with finger of saliva, giving the stickiness a little more lubrication. His hole had a nice, minty taste, and a definitely sugar rush. I wanted to devour it from the inside out.

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