Scott sighed as he closed the door to he and Mitch's shared apartment. He was looking forward to seeing his boyfriend, today. He had texted him at work and said that he had a surprise.

"Mitch? Are you home?" Scott called as he shrugged off his coat and put it on the coat rack.
"In the bedroom!" Mitch's voice rang from down the hall.

Scott kicked off his shoes and walked to the bedroom.

On the bed lied Mitch. He was wrapped in candy cane patterned wrapping paper that covered his privates and most of his thin torso. A red, shiny boy atop his head completed the look.

Scott raised a brow, a small smirk on his face, "And what do I call this?"

Mitch rolled onto his back and bit his finger seductively, "And early present for the holidays, of course."

Scott unbuttoned his flannel, tossing it to the floor as he approached the bed, "Can't Wait to open it."

Mitch giggle as Scott crawled over him. His body automatically arched into Scott's touch, a soft breath escaping him as Scott rated his head in the crook of his neck and kissed lightly.

Scott's hands traced down Mitch's wrapped body, fingers tracing the soft curves of Mitch's body as he went down.

"You just gonna shake the box, or do you wanna find out what's inside?" Mitch whispered.

Scott wasted no time. He firmly gripped the wrapping and tore it Like it was nothing, unwrapping Mitch's naughty parts for his viewing pleasure. He gripped Mitch's already stiff member and stroked it softly as he moved his lips up Mitch's jaw line, and, eventually, to his slightly parted, soft lips.

Mitch bucked his hips up into Scott's firm hold, grunting softly. He swelled in his boyfriend's large hand, a soft moan escaping.

Scott finally sat up, undoing his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. His throbbing member sprang from the restraints, eager for action.

Scott moves between Mitch's legs and Mitch reached into the drawer to grab a bottle of lube. He handed it to Scott, whom of which popped the cap and squirted a decent amount onto his fingers before he wiggled one into Mitch's entrance.

Mitch let out a soft moan as Scott worked the lubricant around, spreading it inside of Mitch's hot tightness. He added a second finger, moving deeper to spread the lube evenly.

When he couldn't wait anymore, he pulled out his fingers slowly and lined up, slowly pushing in.

Mitch gripped the sheets as Scott pushed in, biting his lip. The harsh pressure he felt from his walls molding and moving around Scott's member soon subsided and his found pleasure rose in him as Scott started to thrust calmly.

Mitch bit his lip, attempting to keep the moans in. But they were like water and his lips were but a weak dam. The moans soon flooded out, Mitch squirming as they did so.

Scott pulled out, slapping his length against Mitch's before flipping the wrapped boy over to his stomach and reinserting himself. He rolled his hips, pressing his hands in the small of Mitch's back as he did so. He let out short, shallow breaths as he thrusted in and out of Mitch's soft, warm tightness. The feeling was slick, yet full of friction against soft, rugged grooves.

Mitch bit the pillow his face was buried in. He went to grip the sheets again, but Scott grabbed his arms and brought them back, crossing them over Mitch's lower back and holding onto them as he thrusted.

Mitch groaned softly as his leaking member rubbed against the unforgiving silk of the sheets. The rough yet soft drag along Mitch's tip drove him crazy, but he was far from being able to touch himself.

Scott sped up, the sound of skin slapping against skin starting to join the chorus of moans and breaths. Swears and words of pleasure and praise.

Mitch felt Scott lean over him, resting his chest on his back and whispering naughty words in his ear. This only made the rubbing against his cock's head worse.

Scott let out short, low grunts with every thrust, his hands started to become sweaty against Mitch's waist. He felt himself drawing near, but also knew he had ways to work around that.

He pulled out, slapping his length against Mitch's butt before he sat up entirely and flipped Mitch over, again.

Mitch was so tangled in his wrapping restraint he didn't really have a choice when he was tossed and turned every which way Scott desired.

This time, he was on his side. Scott lifted his leg, reentering after he had calmed himself from reaching his high too quickly. He started to thrust, hard. The sound of skin against skin filled the air, yet again.

Mitch muttered swears as his face turned red. He felt himself building, the torturous tightening that made him want to release instantly. It was agonizingly pleasurable.

Scott muttered a swear, also, as he felt the tip of his dick begin to tingle. He knew that he wouldn't be able to postpone for much longer.

Mitch let out a soft, fragile moan as he started to come. His sperm oozing from his pulsing cock head in a steady stream down his hip and onto the sheets.

Scott wasn't too far behind as he felt the twitching of Mitch's hole accompanying the orgasm. This made him arrived more quickly, releasing inside with a loud, almost animalistic growl.

Scott stayed inside for a bit, trying to catch his breath and calm himself before he went through the torture of dragging out after an orgasm.

Mitch took shaky breaths as he rolled over, pulling a pair of scissors from the cabinet and cutting off the rest of the crinkled wrapping paper from his body.

Scott rolled over beside him, pulling him close after he released himself. He rubbed his face into the crook of Mitch's neck, smiling in content as Mitch's body snuggled into his.