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This year was the first Christmas Impulse and Skizz were having together as an official couple. Naturally, Impulse wanted to get Skizz the best gift possible. Even though Skizz had never suggested this, he was worried that if he got the ‘wrong’ gift then he would be dumped.
Logically, he knew Skizz would love anything he gave him because it was from him. Still, a little voice in the back of his head screamed at him to prove his worth so he could not be easily discarded. So that he could be loved.
Here’s the thing. It is very hard to buy something for someone who has everything. Skizz is not a frivolous spender, but if he wants something, he’ll purchase it. Which means anything Impulse even thinks about getting for him, is likely already on the way or present in the apartment somewhere.
Impulse huffs, running his fingers through his hair in thought. He’d surely come up with something by Christmas, it was only October after all!
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Impulse was screwed.
It was December 22nd, and he still had no gift. The great idea that he thought would magically appear? Completely non-existent.
He tried to make something for Skizz, but he’s pretty sure a toddler could make something better than him. He even begged Skizz’s mom to teach him how to knit, which resulted in various scraggly squares.
“Too much thinking,” Impulse mutters to himself, letting his eyes fall shut. He sits there for a while, floating in an in-between state of awakeness as he mulled over anything he could scrap together.
An idea strikes him out of nowhere, causing Impulse to blindly scramble to check for the necessary materials.
“Perfect.”
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Christmas Eve and Impulse has sent Skizz off on a meaningless errand, asking him to find yellow watermelon. Maybe a little cruel, but Impulse needed all the time he could get to pull his gift off.
Carefully, Impulse grabs the materials he had stashed away a few days prior and begins to wrap up his gift. His phone buzzes just as he’s securing the bow with a message from Skizz,
From: My Moon
I think you may have made up the existence of a yellow watermelon, baby. I’m headed back with a normal watermelon, hopefully that pleases you ;)
Impulse giggles, shooting a quick apologetic message back. He then positions the gift under the tree and waits for Skizz’s return.
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“Baby! I’m home!” Skizz calls out, carefully toeing off his shoes and placing the watermelon on the entryway bench. He pauses, taking in the silence. “Impulse?”
Skizz is quick to shrug off his coat and start peering around the corner, hoping his boyfriend didn’t get mysteriously kidnapped or seriously injured in the half hour he was gone. His concern is quickly replaced with a rush of lust when he notices what, no who, is sitting under the tree.
Impulse, wrapped up in shiny golden wrapping paper with a matching bow affixed to his head, grinning up at him. Jesus.
“You- I-” Skizz stutters, “Gods- Hot”
Impulse smirks, clearly proud of himself for rendering Skizz speechless. He stands up slowly, doing a slow twirl so Skizz can see every inch of him. Skizz happily drinks in the sight, eyes leisurely roaming over him.
“Merry Christmas!” Impulse grins, standing on his tip toes to press a kiss to Skizz’s lips, leaning in to whisper, “If you couldn’t tell, I’m your gift this year.”
Skizz lets out a soft whimper, a noise Impulse has only managed to pull out of him twice before. If possible, Impulse’s grin turns even more predatory.
“I take it you like it then?” Impulse poses the question innocently, lips pressed together in a soft pout. Skizz just wants to grab him, kiss him until that smirk falls away.
“Yeah,” Skizz clears his throat, “You look very nice baby, so nice.”
He knows when Impulse teases like this, all he wants is to be taken apart as roughly as Skizz can give it to him. He teases because he loves to make Skizz snap in whatever way he can. He loves to test his patience, to push his limits.
And well, Impulse was his gift. His gift to do whatever he wants with. So, he’s going to take good care of his gift. He’s going to take him apart with soft touches and whispered praises; he’s going to put him back together afterwards with hugs and reassurance.
Now with a plan for his perfect gift, Skizz pulls back to give one last appreciative look at his boyfriend wrapped in gold, adorable grin on his face. He leans in, in a mimicry of Impulse a few moments before,
“I cannot wait to take apart my gift,” Skizz watches smugly as Impulse’s smirk turns into a look of pure need and hunger. “Do you think I’ve got a good gift, baby?”
Impulse nods frantically, making Skizz raise his hands to cup his face, “Words baby, come on. I know you’re not that much of a slut.”
Impulse shudders, “Yeah! You have a good gift.”
He nods to punctuate his point.
“Yeah baby?” Skizz leans in, ghosting his lips over Impulse’s neck and collarbone.
He smirks when Impulse whines, knees going weak under him.
“How about I open my gift?” Skizz’s fingers creep under the wrapping paper, tearing into it with Impulse’s responding nod. “So pretty for me,”
Impulse shivers, feeling so incredibly naked as Skizz’s eyes roam his body. The flush on his cheeks spread down his neck betraying his rising arousal.
Skizz chuckles, reaching roughly grabbing at Impulse’s dick. Impulse slumps against Skizz, breathing heavily. He pulls back, presses a kiss against Impulse’s forehead,
“Couch. Now.”
“Yes Daddy,” Impulse scrambles to the couch, almost slipping on the discarded wrapping paper in his haste, “Ready Daddy!”
Skizz grins at his baby, so eager, so sweet. Such a slut. His slut. Skizz takes his time walking over to Impulse, carefully rolling up the cuffs of his sweater. Standing above him, Skizz smiles down at Impulse who is looking at him with the biggest fuck me eyes.
His fingers run through Impulse’s hair, chuckling as Impulse whines pathetically when he gives it a small tug.
“Mouth open for me?” Impulse happily obliges, humming happily as Skizz’s fingers slide into his mouth. Skizz is content to watch him suck at his fingers, clearly enjoying having his mouth so full.
Skizz slowly pulls out his fingers, grinning as Impulse pouts and fights to keep them in his mouth. His lips wrapped around them in an obscene manner.
“Good boy, I got you,” Skizz kneels down to kiss Impulse, hands roaming over his torso, grabbing and squeezing at the expanse of skin available to him. Impulse is the one to break the kiss, with a whiny,
“More. Please. Pleasepleaseplease.”
“More? I can do that.”
Skizz moves so quickly that Impulse doesn’t even process his absence until a warm mouth encircles the tip of his dick, pulling a shocked moan from him.
“Gods- oh- f-fuck-“ Impulse pants out, prompting Skizz to take him deeper and hollow his cheeks, increasing the suction. Skizz pops off with a satisfied smile,
“Baby. Look at me,” Impulse nods, eyes locked onto Skizz’s “I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied or you tap out. Understand?”
Impulse nods, “Yes, please, yea-“
Skizz is back around Impulse’s dick, sucking and bobbing his head as Impulse’s fingers dig into his shoulders.
Here’s the thing, Skizz loves sucking dick. The taste of Impulse on his tongue, his plush thighs wrapped around his head, the carefully rationed breaths. With Impulse here at his mercy, he was going to spend the next however long here in his happy place.
Skizz easily loses himself in the rhythm of it all, the occasional tug in his hair mingling with sucks and licks. While Impulse continues to moan and sigh above him,
“Close close close-“ The words come from Impulse in a jumbled mess of syllables in his desperation, his hips canting upwards as he fights the orgasm. Skizz taps his chest twice, a long established nonverbal go ahead.
That’s all the permission Impulse needs to let go, spilling into Skizz’s mouth as he cums. Panting heavily, Impulse whines and squirms as Skizz doesn’t stop.
Skizz moans happily, shifting so that he’s holding Impulse’s hips down. Forcing the man to stay still and take all that he’s giving him. Despite the whines and complaints, Impulse takes it.
It hurts, but as the pain teeters over to pleasure he forgets all about it. All he feels is good, good, Skizz, good.
“Jesus, Skizz- I’m-“
Skizz smirks internally, his movements continuing with a renewed vigor as he pulls several more orgasms out of Impulse. He keeps going until Impulse is trembling, sobbing quietly as Skizz coaxes his abused cock for all that it’s worth.
It’s only then that he pops off. Grinning up at the wrecked Impulse, casually wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. He climbs up into Impulse’s lap, starting to press kisses all over his face as he lets Impulse slowly come back to him.
“Mmmmm”
“That good?” Skizz laughs gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“MMMMM.”
Skizz just laughs, continuing to press kisses all over.
“Best present ever, just so you know.”
“Yesssssssss!”