“Do you like the new upgrades?” he purrs next to my ear.

Words feel like lacquer in my throat as I try to think of something cool to say back to him. 

“It ah, looks shinier?” I cringe, ‘shinier’. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?

My voice breaks and I sound like, now at thirty-one, my balls are just finally dropping and I mentally face palm myself.

Of course, I know about the new upgrades to the sleigh. We had meetings about the major titanium upgrades to the runners back in January. It had been one of the first projects that my father had actually let Kris lead.

How have I already fucked this up in the first sentence I’ve said to him tonight? I just can’t manage to form coherent sentences with his body pressed up against mine, and his rock hard length rubbing against my ass. 

I brace for the coolness to hit my back as he leaves, deciding he is done with me. A huff of warm air brushes against the back of my neck, but he doesn’t move away.

His hand skims across my hip to brace against the sleigh. The other brushes passed mine, and he points to the new dials added to the dash. I shiver as he surrounds me, loving the feeling of being boxed in by his muscular arms.

“This one is the updated stardust equalizer.” I hum in response as his breath whispers over my ear, closing my eyes as I feel him smirk against my shoulder.

“What does that do?” I feel like I should remember this, but right now, with Kris pressed so tightly against my body, all knowledge slips from my brain. My only thoughts are how he tastes and how good it felt to explode into his mouth. How desperate I am to do it again. To do more.

“It stabilizes the amount of stardust emanating from the sleigh so you don’t end up overtaking the reindeer.”

The sleigh used to rely solely on reindeer magic, but as belief in Santa Claus wanes, we’ve had to find alternative sources. Stardust.

The level of stardust input had to be altered by my father, mid-flight, depending on the flight requirements, either increasing or decreasing it. It was a delicate balance.

Too much stardust and like Kris said, the sleigh would overtake the reindeer. Too little, and it adds too much pressure on the reindeer, risking burnout. Kris’ latest upgrade should hopefully make this less of an issue that I will need to focus on throughout my flight.

“Yeah, that would … umm … be bad.” I’m a fucking moron.

Another huff of a laugh brushes across my ear. “Yes, Santa. That would be bad.” The way he drags out the name Santa like he is testing how it feels as it rolls across his tongue has me biting the inside of my cheek, feeling flush.

“Did you have a productive afternoon?” he asks.

Now it’s my turn to scoff. Productive is not what I would call it.

“I had to sit through hours of meetings with my father.”

“And that wasn’t productive?” his mouth moves to my other ear and I shiver at the contact of his teeth grazing my ear.

“Not when all I could think about was how hot you looked with my cock in your mouth.”

This time his tongue licks a path up my neck, his hot breath eliciting a moan from deep in my chest as I press back into him, locked between him and the sleigh.

“So you’ve been thinking about my cock all day?” He punctuates his question with the press of his hard erection against my ass and I whimper.

“Use your words, Santa Baby,” he growls.

Slowly, he grinds against me. My rock hard cock presses against the cool titanium sides of the cockpit. The thin material of my trousers the only thing stopping me from fucking the side of the sleigh.

“Yes,” I stutter out, “all day.” I moan as he grinds against me again.

“Good, because the sweet taste of you has lingered in my mouth all day,” he says as he places a kiss against the base of my neck. “Do you know how hard it is to get my work done when my dick has been aching for you all day?”

Oh, I know. I've had to subtly readjust my pants as my arousal reignited with each glance at the wall in my office.

When I’m unable to answer, the contrast of the flush of my skin and the cool titanium too much, he continues. “I’ve spent my day bent over this cockpit, imagining how good you are going to feel when I get inside of you. How warm and inviting your ass will be. How tightly you will clamp down on my cock as you beg me to fuck you harder.”

With another grind, I’m lost. It’s like I can’t breathe.

“Please,” I whisper, the word barely coming out.

“Please what?” The command in his voice making me subconsciously grind myself back against him.

“Please Kris.” I gasp for air as his hand moves down my waist. “I want you to fuck me.”

I’m pretty sure I’ve wanted this longer than I have let myself admit.

His heat disappears as he steps back and I almost collapse at the lack of contact. Turning, I see him walking back to his workbench, sliding open a drawer at the back of his toolbox and pulling out something I can’t see.

The boyish grin he gives me as he leans against the bench is one I will never forget. He props the bottle of lube on the table next to him, his arms crossing over his chest, looking the epitome of casual. Like he has all the time in the world for me.

“Strip.” I blink at his request, and his eyebrow quirks as he waits for my decision.

I try to hide the shake in my hands as I raise them to remove my tie. It flutters to the floor as my hands move back to the buttons of my shirt, one I’ve worn many times, now feels too constricting, suffocating.

As it falls open, my hands move to my belt buckle. My eyes don’t stray from Kris as he watches, unmoving.

Unbuckling my belt, I pop the button on my pants, allowing it to gape. I’m not self-conscious, but I am very aware that my body looks nothing like his.

In my family, the Santa genes are unmistakable. Premature white hair, rosy cheeks, and a soft rounded stomach. But when Kris’ eyes darken at the sight of me, it’s as if none of those traits matter anymore.

Eyes twinkling, he looks like a child getting his first glimpse of a tree full of presents on Christmas morning. He licks his lips and I feel like I am the gift he has been waiting all year for. He is relishing in my unwrapping. Savoring it.

I kick off my shoes and trousers into a pile next to me, looking back at him for his next command. His eyes rake over my body, hot and wanting as he takes in every dip and curve.

He stares back into my eyes as he slowly lowers the zip to his coveralls, the tip of his erection peeking through the gap once it’s fully undone.

Heat pools in my stomach and I feel my cock jerk. The movement pulling Kris’ gaze instantly, that smirk returning.

After slipping his arms out, the material slides easily down his body, pooling on the floor. Kris takes the time to undo his laces and remove his boots before kicking the outfit out of the way.

Without another glance, he disappears into a side room. I stand naked in the middle of his workspace, my cock jutting out in front of me, not sure what I’m meant to do.

Just when I’m starting to think he has left me here to be discovered by God knows who, he reappears, a loop of Christmas Lights draped over his shoulder and a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Walking over to the sleigh, he snatches the bottle of lube on his way past the bench before disappearing behind the sleigh. A scraping noise on the concrete has goosebumps pebbling over my flesh and I try to stretch to see what he is doing, jolting back into my position as he stands up.

Once he is on the side of the sleigh, he casually leans against the leather seats, like he hasn’t just ordered me to strip and left me in the middle of the room.