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Jesus blinked up to the sky, wrinkling his nose against the thick snowflakes tumbling on his face. It was hopeless. At this point he was just shoveling the snow that fell on top of the snow he had already shoveled. He sighed, letting his shoulders drop. "Daddy!" The whiny tone of his voice sounded as despondent as he felt. "It won't stop!"
"Shovel." Negan carried some boxes of Champagne into the storage room, hating this day already. Christmas Threshold was even more annoying than the Valentine's one.
"But my hands are frozen, Sir!"
"No, they're not." Love as a party theme was bad, but love and joy combined was the worst he could think of.
"But they are almost blue!" Jesus pulled one of his waterproof super snugly thermo gloves off, exposing rosy fingers to the world.
"Keep fucking shoveling." Negan squinted at the label of a box of pink colored alcopops, wondering if Simon had been stoned when he had ordered 100 bottles of 'Vodka Cruiser - Raspberry' for a god damn fetish party at a men-only leather club.
Paul put his glove back on and glared at one of his Dads, mimicking his deep voice. "No you keep fucking shoveling, Paul. Because I am tall and you are-"
"WHAT WAS THAT!"
"Nothing, Sir!" Jesus grabbed his shovel, hastily moving a few flakes from the left to the right. "I am just so grateful that I get to enjoy this beautiful winter weather!"
"Mhm." Negan heaved a crate of Upslope Christmas Ale the few steps down to the basement door. "Shovel."
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A timid knock at the door made Negan glance up from his work in the early afternoon. "Yes, boy. Come in." Actually he was thankful for the interruption. His back hurt and a persistent headache had started in the back of his head an hour ago.
"Hello." Daryl had no real reason to come to Negan's office, other than missing him very much. He closed the door behind him and sat down on the grey couch, sniffing his nose. Maybe he could talk about the weather, but that didn't do very much except being cold and white.
Negan moved back with his chair, studying the shy figure sitting across from him. A strand of his hair stuck out at the side of his head and a smudge of red sauce was at the corner of his mouth, matching the dried drop on his chin. It relaxed Negan's tense jaw muscles instantly. "Did Olivia make lunch for you?"
Daryl nodded. "Hm."
"You want to answer. What did she make?"
"Spaghetti." It was a gruff reply, as if it was obvious that Olivia wouldn't make anything other than spaghetti on a Saturday in December.
Negan's mouth curved into a half smile. "Was it good?"
"Yes."
He lowered his voice into a secretive whisper. "What do you wanna say, boy." The curious twinkle in blue eyes made him forget about all the nerve-wracking business crap he had fought through all morning.
Daryl pulled his shoulders up but held shy eye contact across the room. "'t was good, Sir." His belly got all warm and happy when he received an approving nod with friendly smile and raised eyebrows. It made him smile himself. And blush a little, because he had done so well.
"It was, right? Thank you so much for answering so nicely." Negan tilted his head to the side, enjoying the effect his praising words had on his sub's posture and facial expression. "You wanna come with me for a moment?"
Daryl's eyes lit up. "Hm. Okay." He wiped some hair to the side and straightened his back.
"Okay." Negan got up, walked around the desk and held his hand out for Daryl. "Come on then."
Walking through the factory with Negan was wonderful. Everywhere around them people were busy with the preparations for the big Christmas Threshold in the evening. A lot of strangers ran around that Daryl had never seen before, and not one of them looked at him in a funny way. They were all friendly and respectful. Because Negan guided the way with long steps, strutting through his club like a king, head held high, his large hand firmly wrapped around his sub's fingers.
At the entry of the playroom, he held the black rubber strips aside for Daryl, and then walked him up to the high metal cabinet, searching for something. He found it on the upper shelf. A nice, sturdy plug, made of black silicone, the logo of the Leather Factory imprinted on the flat base. He sprayed it down with disinfectant, twice, and handed it to Daryl. "You wanna wear it for me at the party tonight?"
Daryl nodded. He wanted that very much. "Yes."
"Yes? Will it prepare your gorgeous ass for my dick?" Negan liked the faint pink color crawling from Daryl's collared neck up his cheeks and towards his ears. "So I can fuck you nice and slow when the party is over?" He stepped close, gently massaging the bulge in his boy's pants.
Daryl forgot to breathe. He stared up at Negan with round eyes, tensing the muscles in his thighs because it tingled everywhere in his lower body. "Yes."
"Yes, it does, right." Negan intensified his massage a little, letting his voice drop into a husky tone. "And it reminds you of your place all evening. Keeps your pretty puppy cock hard for me." He brushed his lips just barely along a glowing cheek. "Isn't that true, sweetheart."
Daryl's lips parted with heavy breathing. He clawed five fingers into Negan's shirt, nodding. "Can you now."
"Mh." Negan rubbed his nose over warm skin, enjoying the scent. "Can I fuck you now? That would be so nice, right. But I have work to do and you have to nap so you will be fit for the party." He nuzzled a pale ear, feeling a rock hard cock twitch in much too tight pants. "You wanna go upstairs and take a nice shower with Paul. He'll put that plug in for me, right? Then you take a nap until I come."
Daryl listened, touching his own butt in anticipation. "Right." Playing with Jesus was the next best thing if Negan was busy.
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It was already evening, barely an hour until the first guests would arrive, when Negan made it out of the office and up to his apartment.
He went quietly into the bedroom, feasted on the sight of two naked, sleeping boys in his bed as he undressed, and then went to take a quick but extra hot shower. He dried off after six minutes, brushed his teeth and went back to the bedroom, stroking himself as he let his eyes roam over bare skin and submissively presented bodies.
The crack of Daryl's ass was still glistening with lube, the black base of the plug laying snug against pale skin. Negan closed his eyes for a moment, stroking faster, then went to his dresser to get a condom out, ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled it over his cock in one swift motion, before he moved onto Paul's bare, relaxed body, pleased when even in his sleep, his sub responded and spread his legs for him.
He sniffed along his chest, his neck, and took his head in both hands, cradling it to his needs as he brushed his mouth over Paul's lips, teasing them open. He groaned when they parted and the warm body underneath him came alive. "Yeah open your mouth for me, let me taste." He kissed deep and hungrily, seeking Daryl's flavor on Paul's tongue.
Jesus moaned, his entire body instantly on fire. He wrapped his legs around Negan's waist, his arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer.
"Did you eat his ass? Tell me." Negan pressed their hips together, his fingers tangling in long hair, his mouth exploring. "Did he leak on my bed like a good boy."
Paul shook his head, his eyes dazed. "No, Sir. I licked it off." He spoke against warm lips, trailing his fingernails up and down Negan's spine, between his shoulder blades, onto his neck, "We didn't want to make a mess on your sheets." then opened his mouth wider in hope for more tongue.
Negan panted, grinding his dick against Paul's bare ass cheeks, then reached down, finding a very slick hole. "Why are you so wet, boy." The delight in his voice was unmistakably. "Did he play with your ass." He worked two fingers in, not taking his eyes off Paul's ecstatic face. "Hm? Did puppy finger you?"
Paul nodded, his blood boiling. "Yes, Sir." He rocked his hips, fucking himself on a strong hand. "He played with my hole."
"Yeah?" Negan pulled his fingers back, and instead rubbed the head of his cock teasingly against his sub's entrance. "All by himself, or did you help."
"I helped, Sir." Paul's eyes fluttered shut, feeling Negan push against his entry with more and more pressure, until he finally breached his muscle, making him arch and groan loudly. "Oh God..."
"Open your eyes, boy." Negan moved slowly, holding Paul's head with both hands, staring down at him, lust shimmering in his eyes. "Did you miss my dick?"
Jesus nodded, whimpering. "Yes, Sir."
"Yeah I know you did. You wanted to sit on my lap pretty often lately, isn't that right, bugger."
"Yes, Sir." Paul raked his fingertips through the short hair at the back of Negan's head. "Had to feel you." His other hand pressing the small of Negan's back, as his hips bucked up, wanting to feel him deeper. He heard a rough moan and gazed up, seeing Negan hovering over him, big, dark and powerful, his hair damp and ruffled, slight perspiration dotting his forehead, as he started to thrust deep and hard.
A crooked smile tried to curve Paul's parted lips when a rough hand took possession of his leg, pulled and re-positioned it for a deeper, better angle, when he was used and taken exactly the way he needed it. A large palm pressed down on his mouth and nose at some point, when the whimpering gasps and groans got too loud, and he licked and bit at the salty skin, loving the rush of limited oxygen.
Both of them were losing control rapidly, their movements increasing in speed and roughness, inflicting light pain in the best way possible and all the right places.
Paul got the harsh command to cum, and he did with earth shattering force, his body jolting and contracting while a heavy weight melted onto him and all of Negan wrapped around him like a vice. He was limp and spent, his entire body thrumming, as Negan rolled off and curled an arm around him, pulling him close with a kiss to his forehead.
Paul nuzzled his cheek against coarse chest hair, listening to a steady heartbeat and thought he might have fallen asleep for a few minutes. At least it felt like it, when he opened his eyes and saw Daryl in unchanged position next to Negan, his legs pulled up, his butt in the air, his chest flat on the mattress, his face half hidden underneath freshly washed, shiny hair. He reached out with a smile, tugging the crinkled latex glove that peeked out between Daryl's fingers. "I can't believe he's still asleep."
"Hhm." Negan inhaled deeply and opened his eyes, stretching his neck and shoulders. He patted Paul's butt. "Let him sleep five more minutes."
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11 minutes before the doors of the Leather Factory were about to open for the year's biggest charity event, the host was still upstairs in his apartment, feeling as relaxed as he hadn't felt in days.
"Boy. What's taking you so long." He leaned against the wall next to the coat rack, his arm around his sub's shoulders.
Daryl liked the t-shirt Negan had given to him for the party. It was white and tight with a red paw print in the front and black words, saying 'Puppy in Training'.
Jesus beamed brighter than the Christmas tree as he jumped into the entrance room, presenting his fantastic elf-DJ-outfit, complete with green hat and pointy ears. "Cute?"
Negan snorted. "Fucking pantyhose?"
"Yes?" Paul looked down as he bent in his knees, pulling the thin fabric clinging to his thighs. "It came with the costume."
Daryl snorted as well. "You look ridiculous."
"Nope." Jesus smirked, proudly adjusting his hat. "I look precious." He went up to Daryl, his bellshoes jingling. "And you look hot." He made a low growling noise as he bit the collar of Daryl's shirt, then went on his tip-toes, leaning sideways to give Negan a kiss. "Ready to roll, Sir."
Negan returned the affection, speaking against warm lips. "Let's go then." He took Daryl by the hand and held the door open for boy number two. It was time to kiss some rich asses for the good cause.