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A Year in Wrapping	By : ArcadiaEclipse Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1895 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Year in Wrapping
- 1
Warnings: Yaoi (SwedenxFinland), AU, hermaphrodite, fluff, mpreg, fetish, WAFF and explicit sexual depictions ahead. This fanfic is intended for adult readers only.

~ * ~ A Year in Wrapping ~ * ~

Chapter One

By ArcadiaEclipse

                Not all elves were made equal. Berwald generally wasn’t bothered by this fact but being the Head Elf in Santa’s Workshop made his job the most stressful position in all the North Pole three hundred sixty-four days a year. Only on one day, that most special of all days, did anyone face more trials and tribulations that the bespeckled blonde and every year Berwald was reminded why his best friend of nearly two millennia had been elected by the popular vote of all elves to carry the ultimate burden for yet another Christmas.

Tino was good at what he did. Every January first the ballots were passed out and the elves would vote for who would fill the black boots and red suit that year, and for the last five hundred and sixty two years Tino had won by a landslide. He was quick and good-spirited and no one embodied the spirit of selfless giving more than the small blonde did. Every year he would make his rounds, fight off sleet and snow valiantly without complaint, only to return slightly worn and haggard but greatly loved by his fellow elves for a job done well.

Berwald stood amongst the other elves, slightly in the back considering he was taller than most, but as the others cheered Tino’s safe return the older blonde didn’t need a magnifying glass to see that Tino’s smile was a little more forced than usual and he seemed reluctant to let go of the sled, his weight completely shifted to his left side while his right foot was carefully protected. Those idiots! They were so happy to celebrate the end of their year-long present-making spree that no one seemed to notice Santa was injured!

The smaller blonde’s grin remained, albeit a little strained, as Berwald gently pressed his way through the rows of celebrating elves to stand before his dearest friend concerned.

“Tino, are you hurt?”

“It’s okay. I just slipped on a little ice going down a chimney.”

“But your foot... Can you walk?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t want to worry anyone.”

He took a small step from the sleigh but without the added adrenaline from delivering presents to keep him going Tino’s leg buckled under the pain and the small blonde passed out before he even hit the ground. Thankfully, Berwald was close enough to catch his small wife moments before Tino struck the hard cement of the landing pad below. His collapse resulted in the other elves whispering in shocked concern, but the Head Elf just shook his head, plastering a weak smile onto his lips.

“He’s had a really long night. Enjoy your cocoa, everyone. I think it’s time Santa got some bed rest.”

The others were younger and naïve enough to believe Berwald’s excuse as the tall blonde carried his little friend-turned-wife through the sleeping wing into Tino’s room. It was nice that the young Santa had such a grand space to call his own, but certainly Tino deserved it after the hell he put himself through annually just for the sake of smiling children. The bed was easily large enough to fit three fully-grown people let alone one extremely tired little elf. The privacy was appreciated the most, however, as Berwald didn’t want to disturb others if it could be avoided. They had so few days a year to simply enjoy themselves and soon it would be January first with twelve whole months ahead of them to labor without respite.

Thankfully, Tino seemed to be coming to his senses again and even winced as Berwald carefully removed his boots and thermal socks to investigate the damage.

“I think it’s broken. You work yourself too hard, Santa.”

“Every year the population’s growing, you know. More houses to visit, more children to bring gifts to.”

“You know that’s just an excuse, Tino.”

Berwald pushed his glasses up onto his head then sighed and rubbed his eyes obviously fighting exhaustion. Usually after pulling all-nighters for two days in the Christmas Eve crunch he could rest after Tino returned, and yet tonight he was sighing and moving to the window, opening it only long enough to grab a handful of snow and pack it tightly before returning to the bed and setting the ice onto the younger elf’s rapidly swelling ankle causing Tino to grimace.

“Have you considered taking a year off and letting someone else do the delivery?”

“Were you volunteering, Berwald?”

The taller elf snorted softly but no words were necessary. Berwald loved his job as the manager of Toy Making, but he wasn’t light-footed on ice or warm-hearted around small children. Twice he had been elected as Santa a half-millennia ago but each time the older blonde declined the honor. It just wasn’t really his thing. The Head Elf was a master of engineering and even extended his expertise to planning Tino’s annual route in hopes of ensuring maximum efficiency and speed. No, Tino had proven himself to be a Santa unlike any other and there was a reason that year after year the vote was always nearly unanimous in his favor.

“You do crazy things sometimes but you are still the best Santa when it comes down to it, Tino. I just don’t understand how you could have hurt yourself so badly. You’ve done this run hundreds of times.”

“Uh, yeah.” Tino tugged off his cap and threw it onto a nearby armchair, grunting but removing the snow from his ankle long enough to shuck of his pants and start unbuttoning his coat as well. “I just slipped on some ice. For a second I starting going down face-first but I panicked and…well…you see the result.”

Berwald shook his head but sighed and moved to the closet to fetch some pajamas for his friend.

“I almost think falling face-first in the snow might have been a better trade-off. You might get the wind knocked out of you or maybe a broken rib but you could still walk afterwards.”

“…I couldn’t though. That’s why I panicked.”

The older elf retrieved a pair of flannel pajamas from the closet but when he turned to help his friend dress the clothes tumbled from his fingers onto the floor as shock set in.

Tino was such a slender elf but sitting on the bed in only his underwear made it blatantly obvious that the younger blonde’s hands were resting over a rather prominent bump in his mid-section. Elves were so rarely fertile, only able to conceive for a span of three or four days once every hundred years or so, but against the odds their infrequent lovemaking in the late evenings after production shut down must have seeded a child inside the small Santa’s belly. Tino had evidently chosen to hide his growing pregnancy, and with Christmas moving ever-closer Berwald had not the chance to lay with his lover in nearly three months, forced to settle for the occasional rushed blowjob between double shifts working as a supervisor on the factory floor.

Slowly the Head Elf approached his friend in awe, sitting dumbstruck beside Tino on the bed before bending his head to tenderly place his hands over his lover’s stretched stomach and press a loving kiss to the flesh beneath. It was so much to take in all at once, but looking up again at his best friend’s now-smiling face reassured Berwald immensely and gave him all the more incentive to lie on the bed and pull Tino gently into his arms.

“So after eight hundred years of trying we finally got our timing right.”

Tino chuckled.

“Yeah. I’m as surprised as you are, trust me.”

“You’re crazy you realize. Love you though I do, you are certifiably nuts to do the Christmas run while pregnant. What in the world were you thinking? You know how much stress your body goes through. Healthier elves than either of us have had heart attacks, broken bones, fell and had concussions…”

“Berwald,” Tino softly cupped his lover’s cheeks, gently willing his husband’s nerves to settle, “I did what I had to do. I’m not psychic. I didn’t know that I would become pregnant or I would have declined the Santa position back in January. By the time I realized that I was with child summer was nearly over and it was too late to train someone new.”

The older elf fully expected that Tino would offer his fair share of excuses, but like it or not his wife did have a point. Even if they had known back in September that the small blonde was pregnant would it have made a bit of difference? They could have tried to develop new hardware to take some of the strain off of the young Santa or tried to reroute his exhaustive journey, but ultimately not much could be done. It was a difficult and often painful job but Tino was one of the very best Santas that the North Pole ever had.

Sighing, Berwald shifted on the oversized bed to lay beside his smaller lover, gently drawing Tino into his arms for a tender kiss. The younger elf’s belly really was quite swollen. How in the world had he been so mind-numbingly busy these last three months that he had overlooked something so obvious?

“Promise me something.”

“Hmm?”

“Promise that you will take some time off next year and take care of yourself for a change. And the baby.”

Tino grinned into the broad chest pillowed beneath his cheek but nodded.

“I will take the year off. Maybe try my hand at Wrapping again, though it’s been so long since I did anything but present delivery. I hope I can do it.”

“I have no doubt that you can survive a year in Wrapping, Santa. Francis will probably be overjoyed to have you back on his team after all these years. He had such a boy-crush on you when you worked under him before.”

“I noticed,” Tino rolled his eyes but the expression gave Berwald a good laugh at least. “I’ll let him know it’s probably temporary and to keep all appendages and his jingle bells off.”

“Is he really that bad?”

“A lot of them are. I’ve been Santa for a really long time. I guess unwanted admirers kinda come with the territory. It might be nice to be free of it all for a whole year actually.”

Berwald pitied the poor fool that would have to take Tino’s place, but it was only a temporary assignment. Strange that the most revered and coveted position in the Workshop was also the most likely to result in injury or even death. Soon dozens of over-eager youths would be vying for the vacant roll without much of a clue what dangers Tino inevitably faced every year.

Holding his little wife closer the older blonde made a concerted effort to ignore the loud revelry drifting up from the factory floor. Years ago in his youth Berwald would have joined in the celebration, but after yet another year of frantically managing the Toy Making department, Christmas Day was a time to relax and catch up on much-needed sleep. One week was all that they had to recuperate. Now that Berwald knew of his young wife’s pregnancy, however, his brain could not rest, much too busy making plans for his new family.

The annual election of next year’s Santa began like every other in the Head Elf’s recent recollection, but when Berwald counted the ballots and Tino was once again proclaimed the winner by a landslide he was both nervous and also relieved when the younger elf stepped forward to speak.

“I can’t thank you all enough for your continued support, but…I’m afraid that I must decline the Santa position this year.” Gasps and shocked whispers drifted from the crowd of elves around them but Tino just smiled. “You see…I’m pregnant.”

The young Santa’s soft announcement was met with even greater shock but soon cheers and excited babble gave Berwald reason to smile even after a few unwanted hands clasped him on the back jovially in congratulations. Their noisy chatter only subsided when Berwald cleared his throat again softly and all eyes were focused once more on the Head Elf standing with their ballots in his hand. Tino shot him a grin but when Berwald failed to speak right away the younger elf gently took the remaining ballots from his beloved’s hand to count them.

“Berwald, you were the runner-up. That makes you Santa this year.”

The cheers in favor of his unexpected election were overwhelming, but the tall blonde shook his head, whispering low yet frantic at his small wife.

“I don’t want to do this! I’m terrible with children.”

“Seriously, Berwald, maybe now is a good time to learn.”

Tino laid both of his lover’s hands over his round belly purposely, and the Head Elf sighed in defeat. Leave it up to Tino to be the sensible one at a time like this. Would it really be so bad? Berwald liked to think that he was in excellent health besides the elevated blood pressure that accompanied managing all of Toy Making year-round at the North Pole.

“Who will handle Toy Making though?”

“Pick someone. I’m sure there are a lot of very experienced elves just looking for an opportunity to stand out. You have to have someone that you can trust to keep things under control.”

Like it or not, Berwald consoled himself that this unpleasant arrangement was only for a year and then Tino could resume his role as Santa. It wasn’t a terribly reassuring thought to know that the other elves would be constantly comparing him to his experienced young wife, but although Berwald had big shoes to fill he vowed to learn how best to do the Christmas Run and be a good Santa above all else. There were far too many humans and elves alike depending on him this year.

The New Year came without further mishap and Berwald quickly developed a healthy respect for Tino’s abilities as the man in red for over half a millennia. Training materials were nearly non-existent and those that he did find were archaic at best. Apparently no one saw much reason to keep records updated regularly if the same Santa was called to do the Christmas Run year after year. At the very least Berwald was relieved that it was him spending hours each night asking questions of his little wife and not another elf that might harbor less-innocent desires for the former-Santa. Tino was a kind and caring teacher, however, and never once did Berwald have the impression that the younger blonde regretted his decision to spend a year on the factory floor instead of dressed in the warm, red suit presently draped over Berwald’s tall frame as they sat reviewing charts of wind patterns together.

“So how are things in Wrapping?”

“Francis says it’s a tragedy that I was ever elected to be Santa. Apparently I’m the only Package-Wrapping Major he’s ever seen that can’t wrap a gift in under ten seconds. I’ve heard rumors he wants me to go back to KrisKringleAcademyand study Toy Making.”

Berwald couldn’t help but chuckle. Neither of them was really cut out for these positions, but in nine months Tino would be fit and primed for re-election and everything would be right again.

“I thought that you were the fastest wrapper in your class at the Academy.”

“Yeah, like…eleven hundred years ago.” Tino shook his head but his grin remained. “Apparently it’s not a good idea to spend five hundred years as Santa and never wrap a gift once. If I wasn’t so good at wrapping the ISPs I think he would have demoted me to stable duty long ago.”

“The what?”

“ISPs. Irregularly Shaped Packages. You don’t remember anything from your Package-Wrapping course?”

“I never would have passed that class if you didn’t do my homework for me. Did you want to try Toy Making? I could give you a crash course in modular sciences, teach you a lot of tricks and-“

“-And work under The Dictator? I think I’ll stick to Package-Wrapping, thanks.” Tino noted the confused expression on Berwald’s face. It was a wonder that his lover remained so oblivious to what went on these days down on the factory floor in his absence. “Ludwig. He’s really something else. I know at least ten elves that are desperate to transfer out.”

Berwald sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose gently in an effort to ward off yet another headache.

“He’s a fantastic toy engineer, but in retrospect I suppose he was a little over-zealous when I managed the factory floor. …I guess that explains the twenty-six transfer applications on my desk this morning.”

“Yeah. I think you need to add a ‘people skills’ requirement to the manager applications, Santa.”

The older elf was quiet for a long moment letting it sink in again for the hundredth time that ‘Santa’ was no longer Tino. No, he was the one dressed in red and white; he was the one with a very long year of preparations ahead; he was the Santa this time and little Tino was his best friend, his wife and now the mother of his child.

Slowly the taller elf leaned closer to draw his lover into a long, sensual kiss accented by one hand slowly brushing down Tino’s side and finally resting over the bulge of his nearly-due belly. The smaller elf moaned softly into the kiss but Tino’s questing hand brushed lightly over the growing lump in Berwald’s red pants.

“S…Santa…”

“You don’t have to call me that, Tino. Berwald is fine.”

“I don’t mind. I think I actually kinda it.” His eyes twinkled with a hint of repressed mischief. “I sort of…kinda like the idea of sleeping with my superior. Having to give my body to the new Santa; having to please him, pleasure him, give him anything and everything that Santa wants…”

Berwald’s cock twitched in his pants just hearing his lover speak so sinfully as if they weren’t married and the older blonde was just another elf with a boy-crush on Tino. Even if things had worked out differently, Berwald would never use his authority to force Tino to sleep with him. His surprise with this rather unusual situation remained however as Berwald regarded his young wife silently at first until Tino’s cheeks flushed bright red.

“So in essence,” he finally continued while gently stroking Tino’s belly, “you want me to pretend that we’re not married, you’re not pregnant, you’re my subordinate and I’ve decided to misuse my authority and force you to sleep with me?”

“I can still be pregnant. Let’s just pretend that I have a cute hubby in Toy Making who is conveniently oblivious that Santa wants to do me too.”

“…You’re nuts.”

“Yeah, I know,” Tino sighed. “It was just a stupid little idea I guess.”

Berwald was quiet for a long moment letting Tino’s embarrassed silence wash over him. It wasn’t really such a sinful request, all things considered. His little wife wanted to be faithful to him, wanted to be with him and please him and all Tino asked was to feel possessed for one night by his lover as the new Santa. How many years had the younger elf quietly harbored such a fantasy but felt unable to vocalize it? And like nothing, Berwald had just shot down the mere possibility of playing along.

Chewing his lip in indecision for a moment, the larger blonde finally shifted on the bed to lean over Tino’s prone body with a smirking smile.

“You know I’ve been watching you in the Workshop, Tino. You have so much talent for wrapping gifts.” Berwald lowered his voice to a feral purr, pressing his lips behind his lover’s ear as he spoke low. “Does your husband realize how talented you are?”

There was a long pause while Tino regarded him for a second to confirm that even after chiding him the older elf was indeed willing to play along with his little wife’s fantasy. Very few moments did the former-Santa think that he could fall more in love with Berwald but on this occasion his heart felt full to brimming with fondness.

“He gets busy sometimes. I don’t know if he even realizes I’m pregnant.”

“Mm. That’s a shame. But if he hasn’t noticed the elfling in your belly then there’s no possibility that he’s realized I’m the father and not him.”

Tino’s body trembled with a shiver of pleasure at the naughty thought but he played the nervous subordinate well, hugging his belly protectively even as Berwald began unlacing his green tunic and finally peeled it up over the younger elf’s head exposing his upper flesh fully to his lover’s lusty gaze. Everything about Tino aroused him, and with the younger elf’s hands on his belly Berwald had uninterrupted freedom to bend his head and lick lightly over one exposed nipple causing his small wife to shiver and moan.

“You’re getting breasts now.”

“I’ve always had them. They’re just getting bigger with the baby coming soon.”

“They were so small before. Barely anything there, but now…” he gently fondled one soft mound, “now you have something for me to hold on to when I fuck you, Tino.”

The younger elf whimpered at the thought, but Tino’s hands were gentle when cupping his beloved’s cheeks and kissing Berwald on the lips tenderly.

“I love you, Santa. It makes me happy knowing I’m having your baby soon.”

“I love you too, Tino.” The young Santa smiled warmly between soft kisses strategically pressed to his small wife’s chin and throat. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Berwald wasn’t really expecting the soft mewl that escaped Tino’s lips as the older elf’s mouth drifted lower and finally enveloped the former-Santa’s nipple in a warm, silken heat. Pregnancy had done nothing to lessen Tino’s sensitivity but Berwald was unprepared when his tongue came into contact with a droplet of milk wrung free from the smaller blonde’s swollen chest. It made sense, of course, that Tino’s body was already preparing for the arrival of their child by producing the milk that would be necessary upon his or her arrival, but this time it was Berwald who flushed at the confused menagerie of fetish-laced desires now flooding his brain all at once.

“That was…?”

“Milk. It hurts sometimes that I feel so full but I guess it just means that our elfling won’t go hungry when it’s born, right?”

“Does it hurt now?”

“It’s uncomfortable, yes.”

He wasn’t quite sure what compelled him to do it, but Berwald found his lips inexplicably enticed back to Tino’s perked nipple, drawing the pink bud between his lips yet again to suckle softly in mimic of what their child would do after entering this world. Easily Tino could have pushed him away if he didn’t like where this game was headed, but the smaller blonde gasped and buried one hand into Berwald’s hair effectively holding his husband in place as the pressure in his swollen breast lessened. Never once did the former Santa trouble himself with pondering whether this was taboo or not. Berwald was simply a good husband and didn’t want him to be in discomfort due to the impending birth of their first child.

Santa, on the other hand, was quite aware of the sexual implications behind what he was doing, but that knowledge hardly seemed to faze the larger elf. Sucking gently upon Tino’s chest not only relieved his little wife’s discomfort but had the added benefit of arousing Berwald enough that the older elf covertly slid one hand into his pants and stroked himself idly.

“You should take that off.”

“Hmm?”

Tino grinned and tipped his chin to indicate the red jacket and pants still adorning his lover’s body.

“Or at least the pants. It’s an antique, you know.”

Berwald didn’t mind either way but this was Tino’s fantasy and for his little lover’s sake the older elf left the fur-trimmed Santa coat on, only unbuttoning it to fall freely from his shoulders as he removed the pants and folded them carefully. No need to explain some rather embarrassing stains to the laundry staff, after all. There were far too many rumors drifting through the Workshop already without Berwald adding fuel to the gossip fire.

One hand closed gently over Tino’s slender cock to stroke him but Berwald’s attention was more focused on guiding his own shaft into the warm, wet depths of his little wife’s body with a smirking smile.

“I overheard an interesting rumor the other day.”

“N..Nn?”

“Apparently some of the stable duty staff think you might have impregnated yourself.”

The smaller blonde swatted him lightly but the former-Santa’s cheeks were burning at the thought of something so ridiculous.

“Just because I have the parts doesn’t mean I can have sex with myself!”

“But when you think about it, I do sometimes give you oral then lick you down there to make you ready and wet for me.”

Tino’s face went ashen and against his better judgment Berwald couldn’t contain a soft chuckle of amusement while planting a reassuring kiss to the corner of his young wife’s mouth.

“I was only teasing you, Tino. I’m absolutely sure it’s mine. Really.”

“…W-What if it isn’t?”

“Then it’s yours and by default that makes it ours.” He was starting to regret even mentioning the rumor. His small wife seemed much more upset than Berwald would have anticipated. “I’m sure it’s mine though, Tino. He’ll probably be born six feet tall and wearing glasses.”

Thankfully, the younger elf broke into chuckles at the thought of birthing such an impossibly large child. Worry still plagued him but maybe a little less so now. The smaller blonde reached up to cup his husband’s cheeks, gently drawing Berwald’s head down not to kiss him but to press their foreheads sweetly together for a moment of chaste contact.

“I love you so much.”

Santa’s chest swelled almost to the point of discomfort at hearing Tino speak so gently while brushing his slender fingers over the short hair at the nape of Berwald’s neck. The little elf was certainly adorable and the older blonde had a secret fascination for cute things, though he would never admit it to another living soul. Whatever good he had done in a past life to deserve such a gift as Tino’s love he didn’t know, but Berwald thanked the gods above for bestowing on him the most precious of all presents.

                “Would you hate me if we dropped the role playing and I just made love to you until neither of us can see straight?”

                “No,” Tino smiled. “Just being with you has always been my ultimate fantasy, Berwald. Remember when we were still little elflings in grade school?”

                “I’d never forget. You toddled right up to me during recess in your very first year and yelled that I had better study hard because you were going to marry me one day and you didn’t want an idiot for a husband.”

                The younger blonde chuckled.

                “I was really direct back then.”

                “The top of your head barely reached to my hip, but I knew that there was something special about you even then. My classmates thought it was funny, but I could tell that you would be worth waiting for. I’m glad you picked me, Tino.”

                “I thought that you were embarrassed. I heard your friends teasing you about it.”

                Berwald smiled and shook his head gently, stepping away from his small wife only long enough to shed the rest of his Santa uniform and fold it carefully before setting it safely in a nearby armchair before crawling onto the bed again.

                “Maybe a little,” he finally admitted after curling up naked on the bed and drawing Tino into his arms, “but you were adorable. Half my age back then but I liked your spunk. I waited years for you, didn’t I?”

                “Yeah, you did.”

                Tino’s voice trailed off as the older elf gently removed his boots and leggings to set them aside for now, but instead of positioning his hips between the smaller blonde’s thighs Berwald craned his neck forward to lay a line of tender kisses down the pale expanse of Tino’s pregnant belly. There was no pausing at his younger lover’s navel, however, and Berwald had no qualms about questing onwards until his lips parted to draw Tino’s half-hard cock into his mouth wringing a simpering moan from the small elf.

                Years of experience taught Berwald what Tino liked and didn’t like, and although the little blonde was technically a boy the tall Santa steered clear of penetrating hiw young wife’s anus as his fingers trailed southwards and finally slid into the soft folds hidden behind Tino’s balls. Funny that the older elf had considered himself gay since birth but his wife wasn’t really a fan of anal. Not that it deterred Berwald from trying every now and then, especially after a few glasses of the powerfully spiked eggnog that Francis liked to make on New Years day.

                Both of them were sober tonight, however, and Berwald contented himself with fingering Tino’s slit gently as the older blonde’s lips worked up and down the length of his young lover’s cock. He swallowed Tino’s shaft with ease while still reveling in the soft litany of moans and groans escaping his beloved with each sweeping pass of Berwald’s lips and tongue over the sensitive tip. The smaller elf seemed enraptured by the pleasure flooding his veins courtesy of the new Santa’s talented mouth, but Tino fingers shakily descended on his lover’s head to stroke the blonde hair back and reveal his husband’s beautiful eyes.

                “You.. nnh.. Y-You don’t have to, Santa.”

                Berwald pulled back only far enough to reply though his lips brushed the head of his young wife’s cock with each word.

                “I want to.”

                “B-But-..”

                “You taste good.”

                Tino’s eyes widened for a moment but the fierce blush now spilling over his cheeks had the younger elf too embarrassed to protest any further. From his perspective, the half-dozen or so occasions that he vividly recalled giving oral sex to Berwald in recent weeks were not his favorite sexual memories, but who was Tino to say that the older elf didn’t derive some kind of pleasure from lavishing his wife’s shaft with warm, wet attention? It was possible, after all, that his beloved did in fact enjoy performing oral sex on him. Complaining certainly wouldn’t produce a positive result and Tino wasn’t quite willing to push the issue anyway.

                The younger elf came with a short cry but Berwald never flinched, swallowing every spurt of bitter fluid before licking his wife’s cock clean of lingering seed. He loved watching the confused jumble of emotions painting the younger elf’s face post-orgasm. Exhaustion, relief and contentment all wrapped up in a sheepish little smile as Tino reached down to draw his husband upwards and press their lips together lightly in thanks.

                “Did you want to put yours in me, Berwald?”

                “Maybe another time,” the older Santa gently stroked his lover’s cheek with one hand while the other began to stroke his cock languidly. “Would you mind if I came on your stomach?”

                “Uh…if that’s what you want.”

                The taller blonde wasn’t certain whether it was normal to request this from a pregnant elf, but Tino smiled shyly up at him and moved his hands away from the growing bulge in his stomach granting the pale flesh to his husband freely. It might seem strange to him, but the smaller elf certainly wasn’t going to deny Berwald something so simple as a place to ejaculate when it didn’t harm Tino or their unborn child in the least.

                On the contrary, the younger elf found himself mesmerized watching Berwald stroke his sizeable shaft slowly at first then with more fervor just above the bulge in his young wife’s stomach. It was wrong, this much Tino knew, but when the tall Santa shuddered and pearly strands of semen found their way onto his skin he smiled and never protested even as the older elf slowly wiped the head of his spent cock on his lover’s belly languidly.

                “I love you, Tino.”

                “I know.” He grinned and couldn’t help but tug Berwald down onto the mattress again though he wasn’t certain what the older elf intended for his sticky stomach. Tino opted to just leave the expelled fluids on his flesh for now as they curled up together under the warm blankets. “I love you too. …Even if you are a little weird.”

                The tall Santa chuckled into the top of Tino’s head.

                “Would you like me as much if I wasn’t?”

                “Maybe not,” Tino admitted, but deep down he knew there was very little that could make him love Berwald any less. “Have you started your list?”

                “Hm?”

                “You know- ‘He’s making a list, checking it twice…’”

                “Er…I um…” Berwald was tired beyond belief after a full day of flying lessons culminating in good sex with his wife but it was hard to sleep with Tino staring at him with those disappointed light eyes. Sighing, the older blonde slowly rose from the bed to retrieve a plush red robe hanging from a nearby armchair. “I was just going to work on it. You should rest though. You’re sleeping for two now.”

                He was utterly exhausted but the tiny smile now gracing Tino’s lips gave Berwald the energy to sit at his large oak desk and open the first of many long scrolls that would ultimately dictate which little children had been naughty and which were nice this year.

~ * ~ To Be Continued ~ * ~
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