STWG Prompt: Gift
Jonathan grunted as he was shook awake, forced into the haze of early morning. Argyle’s back was pressed to his chest, his arms still wrapped tight around his warm waist. He pressed his face forward against the back of Argyle’s neck and nuzzled into the warmth. He groaned as he was shaken again. “What?”
“Merry Christmas.” Nancy climbed on top of him as he rolled over, sat on his hips before he could process her voice. “I got you a little something.”
He squinted up at Nancy, blinking very slowly. “What?”
She sighed and leaned down to give him a soft kiss on the lips. “I got you a present!”
Argyle rolled over and his arm draped heavily just behind Nancy, across Jonathan’s thighs. “I helped,” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep as he tucked his nose under Jonathan’s jaw.
Nancy shoved an envelope into his hands and grinned. “Open it! I had a friend at the paper help me develop them, she promised to keep it discreet.”
Jonathan rubbed his eyes before opening the envelope to find several glossy photos. The top one had him blushing, a photo of Argyle on his knees with his wrists bound in front of him with thick ribbon. The second was him folded forward, facing away from the camera and fully on display, cock hard and hole shiny with lube, Nancy’s hand holding him open. “When did you…?”
“When you went to visit your mom for the weekend, we had some time to plan.” Nancy kissed his cheek and Argyle’s hand nudged between his thighs as he kept looking through the photos.
Shots of Argyle in various positions and some of Nancy fucking him with her strap on. A few of her riding him, eyes rolling back. Jonathan was torn, part of him imagining ways he would’ve taken the pictures, improvement on angles and lighting, and the rest of him wanting to fully appreciate the art he’d been gifted. “I love these,” he murmured, looking up at his partners with dark eyes.
“We hoped you would.” Argyle mouthed at his throat and Nancy’s hips started moving against his. He closed his eyes as Nancy’s back arched so she could lean down and kiss him firmly, morning breath and all.
Merry Christmas indeed.











