Tidings of Tinsel

It had been a last ditch effort to get his sensual lover to spare him, but now that they were on his private jet to New York City, Brontes felt something akin to excitement. The last trip he'd taken for fun was centuries ago, and then he'd been alone. He could feel Svane's nails digging into the palm of his hand, and felt a small smile on his face despite himself. Who knew he was so easily frightened?

Though, he also wasn't a fan of air travel. It felt unnatural, a feeling that Brontes knew well. If they could have taken one of his boats there, he would have, but the trip would take longer than he wanted, even with his state of the art vessels. But he wanted to take Svane on the sea, and made a mental note to do so for their next trip.

You are getting ahead of yourself, are you not?

Svane felt Brontes stiffen slightly beside him, which distracted him from his own mental turmoil of flying. He'd only been on a plane once, and the turbulence from that trip haunted him to this day. Though, the ride had been smooth so far. Even the take off had been pulled off with such ease Svane knew he would never be able to fly normally again. Even so, he'd been surprised the vampire seemed so calm as a passenger.

Since they were together more often than not, Svane had picked up on just how far the other man's need for control extended. He didn't mind though he came to realize over time, which sometimes still surprised him. It was… freeing to give control over to Brontes; it freed him from worrying if he were making mistakes and from remembering parts of his past that refused to melt away.

The vampire still wore an expression of ease, but his eyes seemed to glow as he stared straight ahead. I wonder what he could be thinking about?

It was a question Svane always asked himself when Brontes became a little too silent and still. Though the love he had for the vampire was deeper than he could fathom or articulate, one thing that nagged him was his lover's opaque nature. Sure, he'd gotten Brontes to open up about a few things, like his centuries as a sailor, but not much else when he thought about it.

We could both use a distraction, Svane thought, smirking to himself as a vague plan came to mind.

When he'd told Brontes he wanted to go "now," Brontes had shockingly taken him at his word. Before he knew it, their bags were packed and they were taking off from the vampire's personal runway in a jet that rivaled any billionaires. He'd been so overwhelmed at the hastiness of their trip coming together, he could only observe from a distance Brontes bringing him aboard and fastening his seatbelt for him.

Once the shock had worn off, though he was excited, he'd complained about how this was too much for just the two of them, and that they'd yet to put up any decorations. Svane had never told his previous partners, but he loved Christmas. It was the one time of year, regardless of what his circumstances were, where he felt happy. Or his version of happy.

Brontes, being a mind-reading vampire, had picked up on this the minute Svane started to think about the impending holiday season back in October. The vampire had given him one of his special silver credit cards and told him to get whatever he wanted, which Svane had taken ample advantage of. Now that all the directions had come in, he'd planned on spending the weekend decking out their home. But now, with their sudden vacation, all the decorations and things he'd bought for the season would sit until next year.

"If it is decorations you want, then all you have to do is say so." The vampire calmly paged someone after Svane complained for the first thirty minutes of their flight.

Moments later, two flight attendants came out from curtains that Svane had initially missed. Between them they carried a sizable tree considering they were on a plane, though he noted the cabin was as spacious as his bedroom. Behind them, another attendant carried a tub of tree decorations.

"Two hours should be plenty of time."

But Svane had let another fifteen minutes pass, because when he tried to get up the first time, he'd made the mistake of looking out the window. However, he was willing to try again, if only to capture the vampire's attention once more.

"Help me with the tree, since you brought it here." Svane leaned into Brontes' personal space as he stood up. This time he didn't even chance a glance at the window.

Trying to distract me, Brontes noted as Svane tip-toed to the decorations. But he is only making me think about it more.

It was odd, having someone else, a human no less, being considerate for him. Usually, he was the one making accommodations so that others felt more at ease. He didn't trust himself to stay upright from the thrill of this feeling of being cared for, so instead he turned in his seat to let the other man know he was paying attention. It is what he wants anyway.

Svane could feel those otherworldly eyes on him as he positioned the tree. He hadn't thought the vampire would join him right away, but he hoped that his lover would eventually make his way over. "It's funner if you actually help out, you know."

Brontes didn't respond right away, but Svane had learned some modicum of patience. He slowly began to decorate the tree, humming different choruses of Christmas classics under his breath. Every time he had to bend down to get more ornaments, or adjust the branches, he made sure to take his time in standing upright again.

His excitement dampered however, when he got to the tinsel at the bottom of the storage container. It was the last step before putting the tree topper on, and he had thought at the very least he'd have gotten some kind of response to his taunting. Svane didn't bother punctuating his movements when grabbing another string of tinsel. At least I could decorate something.

"I like... this view."

Svane paused at the naked desire in Brontes' voice. Somehow he'd missed the heat of citrine eyes at his backside, but now he could feel the vampire's intense gaze. He felt his pulse stutter from excitement and turned and stood up, tinsel in hand, turning on his heels to face the other man.

"Do you?" Svane attempted to approach him slowly, but in the blink of an eye he was in the vampire's lap, and long, deft fingers wrapped the tinsel around his wrists.

"W-what are you doing?"

Brontes looked into his lover's eyes, noting the flair of apprehension. Most of the time, Svane went along with whatever he planned. There were a few times though that he could feel how unsettled his partner was, though he never stopped him. Brontes knew it was related to the past Svane tried to forget, but he had decided against using his powers to pull it out of him. He wanted his lover to tell him on his own, without any persuasion.

It sent a twinge of discomfort knowing that Svane still had these moments of hesitation, and that he wasn't any closer to finding out why. When will he really trust me?

The question was a precision needle cutting through his heart as he realized the one thing he now cherished didn't completely trust him, and he abruptly untied the knot he'd made with the tinsel. He forced himself to relax into the back of his chair and rest his hands on the arm rest. "I want to do whatever you want; this trip is truly for you."

Brontes resisted the urge to read whatever racing thoughts the other man had as he removed the tinsel from his wrists. He felt the muscles in the thighs straddling him release all tension and he tried to control his facial expression. He wanted to show Svane that he was capable of letting him have control every once in a while.

"Seeing as this is supposed to be a gift for you, let me treat you." Svane deliberately took both wrists of the vampire, winding the tinsel around and around until it was firmly in place. He knew that Brontes could easily free himself, but knew for some reason that he wouldn't. I wonder how far he'll let me take this…

Svane shifted, feeling his dick awaken at the possibilities. He eagerly unbuttoned the vampire's dress shirt and pushed it open so a chiseled chest and defined abdominal muscles were on display. He ran his fingers over the cool flesh and recalled the times he'd gripped at the taught skin as Brontes carefully thrusted into him. But he'd never gotten the chance to really explore. Often, because he was so overwhelmed with the constant stimulation all he could do was blindly grab at the vampire as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

What does he even like? Svane paused for a moment.

In his previous life, he'd been able to turn his partner to jelly beneath his adept fingers and tongue. He had a knack for finding weak points and he used them to his advantage so that it'd be harder for them to leave him.

I want to make a mess of him.

The thought, desire, was so strong that Brontes couldn't help but overhear his partner's musings. It didn't surprise him that Svane felt this way, given what he knew of his life before they were together. Yet, he'd never thought of giving him the reins. I wonder how far he will go? Should I let him?

With his eyes trained on his lover's face, he barely noticed the hands gliding over his skin. Whenever Svane really concentrated, he bit his bottom lip hard enough that the blood rushed to the rest of his lip. Now wasn't any different, and he was so enthralled with the sight as always, that he almost missed coarse fingers slipping inside the front of his slacks and gripping his growing erection.

It had been ages since anyone touched Brontes so intimately and it sent a quiet thrill through him. He could feel himself respond to Svane's small movements, and considered dulling his senses as he always did whenever he was intimate (it was how he lasted all night long), but decided against it. Plus, it was too adorable watching Svane's eyes glitter with excitement at his hardening member.

"You can do more," Brontes found himself saying as Svane traced over his hardened flesh. He'd forgotten the feeling of being teased and found his control slipping faster than usual.

Svane removed his hand from the inside of Brontes' pants and somehow managed to keep his smirk to himself at the grunt that came from the back of the vampire's throat. It was the first time he'd ever heard Brontes make such a sound. Usually he was too overcome with feeling whatever the vampire was doing to his body or the head rush of having his blood drunk to focus on anything else.

But now, Svane thought, clumsily undoing Brontes' belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks, I can see what face he makes.

His excitement grew when the erection he'd been teasing before sprung free. "You don't wear boxers?"

"By the time those undergarments were invented, I had been alive for centuries." Brontes could only shrug. "They are too restrictive."

"So this thing just dangles against your leg all day?" Svane realized for the first time just how girthy the vampire's cock was and just barely able to wrap his hand around him fully.

"Must you use such foul language?"

Rather than respond, Svane worked his tongue inside his mouth and when satisfied, let the excess saliva fall onto the vampire's straining erection. It jerked toward him in response and Svane felt his own dick respond.

I wonder how upset he would be if I freed myself?

With the saliva working as lubricant, Svane increased the speed of his hand stroking Brontes' erection, growing more and more confident which threatened his sense of reason. The wire holding the tinsel leaves together strained against his skin and all it would take was a slight movement to break through. Brontes closed his eyes in an effort to regain his composure, but all he could focus on was Svane's warm and calloused hands sliding up and down his length.

He felt Svane shift his weight and tensed expecting to feel his lover's member against his own. So focused on anticipating the friction from their erections rubbing together, that the sensation that followed the other man's maneuvering made his mind go numb.

Slick warmth surrounded Brontes and his eyes snapped open to see Svane's chest, trails of sweat sliding down flushed skin. Erect nipples the color of rose had his teeth lengthening from instinct. Unable to help himself, Brontes broke through his "restraints," reaching for the silky hair he loved to run his fingers through.

He entwined his arm within Svane's hair and yanked, lapping at droplets of salty sweat on his lover's chest before he took an erect nipple in his mouth. His teeth broke through the sensitive skin and Brontes bit harder as Svane clenched around him.

"We are entering our final descent, please make sure you're seated and have your seatbelts fastened."

Svane faintly heard the announcement, but it paled in comparison to the feeling of Brontes twitching inside him. He gripped at the vampire's curly locks as sharp teeth nibbled at his skin and Svane felt his impending orgasm as he rocked against Brontes.

"Mr. Nicolau—"

Before Svane could process the full shock of being caught in such an embarrassing position and seconds away from blowing his load, he somehow had his back against Brontes, a blanket covering them both. But, the way the vampire had moved him made the tip of his dick rub against his prostate with each slight movement. Though most of the blanket covered his face, he could still see the flight attendant staring at them in confusion.

"He has never flown before," Brontes said almost apologetically.

"But sir, we're about to—"

"Katrina." The vampire's tone went straight to Svane's groin and he buried himself further into the blanket to muffle his moans and cover more of his face as Brontes thrusted into him. A hand snaked its way to his chest to tease him more. "There is no need to worry."

"W-whatever you say Mr. Nicolau."

Svane waited until he heard the sound of her retreating footsteps before poking his head back out from underneath the blanket, turning slightly so he met his partner's glittering eyes. "You're being pretty reckless, don't you think?"

Brontes smiled down at his lover's flushed face, satisfied with how glassy his eyes were. "We agreed that I could do whatever I pleased, as your gift to me. Remember?"

"Yes, but shouldn't we do as the pilot says?"

"Do as the pilot says." Brontes gripped at Svane's hips and lifted, reveling in the sound of the rush of his lover's pulse.

"T-that's not what I meant! W-wait, sto—"

Brontes couldn't be bothered to adjust his strength as he thrusted into Svane again, holding his lover by the neck to keep him close. Muscles clenched and trembled around his aching member and he lifted Svane again, aiming for the kill.

"I thought you had learned only I tell you what to do." He rubbed the tip of his erection over the gaping hole that begged to be filled by him.

"And I want you," Brontes thrusted with so much force that he rose from his seat slightly, "to cum for me."

I'm gonna die, Svane thought in a dazed panic as his orgasm rippled through him with so much force his dick went numb. Every hair on his body stood at attention, the plane lowering in altitude sending intense aftershocks of pleasure that made his vision blur. The blanket Brontes had put over him for cover stuck to him, more cum spilling out of him as the vampire pulled out.

Brontes gently cradled him against his chest, and Svane tried to ignore the insistent erection poking into his side.

"Thank you," Brontes said softly against his matted hair, hugging him tightly.

"Y-you didn't even come, bastard. Why are you thanking me? I was trying to—"

"I… held back."

Svane looked up to meet the vampire's neutral gaze, the fluctuations in atmospheric pressure lost to him. "You held back?"

Brontes pursed his thick lips, a gesture Svane had never seen him make. "Well, you see…"

"Don't tell me it's like that shit you did to me before?!" The first few months he'd been under contract, the vampire had somehow stopped Svane from being unable to orgasm no matter how close to the edge he got to prevent his blood from "spoiling."

Since they'd started seeing each other romantically, Brontes hadn't used that ability on him again. Because he was using it on himself, the controlling jackass!

"If I came inside you, Svane, you'd be full for days." The vampire leaned down and Svane focused on his lips. "You might even get pregnant."

Though Svane knew Brontes said it to tease him and in response to calling him a jackass, he dove for that teasing mouth with renewed hunger.

I hope you're listening, vampire, Svane thought as his tongue licked at his partner's still lengthened teeth, tasting iron underneath the heady taste that was Brontes. I'm going to make you cum on this trip.

He felt Brontes lift him again, but it was only to sit him down in his seat once more, the part of the blanket not stuck to his upper thighs from his orgasm wrapping underneath him. The vampire buckled him up as he ended their kiss.

"I am looking forward to it."