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Willow didn’t expect their first Christmas with Vinny to be anything special. In retrospect, they realized they… probably should have, but… maybe Willow was still dealing with some feelings of inadequacy with Vinny in comparison to Keziah. The relationship Vinny had with Kez just seemed so much more real to Willow than their own relationship with Vinny somehow, even after all these months.
And that was all on Willow—Vinny had been doing everything in his power to really show Willow that he cared just as deeply for them as he did Kez. He put in the effort to see them or talk to them every day, he brought Willow lunch at the clinic more days than he didn’t, and he went out of his way to really remember the things that Willow told him. He was devoted and loving and affectionate.
But Keziah was better suited to Vinny’s lifestyle. Ze understood Vinny in a way Willow feared they would never be able to.
Willow’s therapist had been telling them for months now that they really needed to process and work through those feelings but it wasn’t easy. Not when Vinny and Kez were attached at the hip the way that they were, or when Vinny was still being so secretive about Willow with his family.
It was hard.
But then Vinny did the things like treat Willow to an entire night designed to make them feel special in a way they’d never experienced before. Treated them like royalty, and bought them designer sweaters and bespoke suits, and worshiped Willow’s body on his knees in the shower and… and the way Vinny talked to them sometimes, especially late at night when it was just the two of them and Vinny, for some reason, felt safe enough to be vulnerable with Willow.
Last night after Vinny got home from midnight mass with Kez and his family, he’d picked Willow up from their condo and brought them back here to his luxurious high rise overlooking the city, and made love to Willow all over the house. And that’s… that’s what it was, last night. Maybe more so than it ever had been before—making love.
And now, here it was: Christmas morning. Vinny laid beside Willow in bed, facing away from them and snoring gently, the slope of his bare shoulders loose and unguarded. Willow was overcome with… something. Desire, maybe. Or an urge to give back to Vinny what he’d given to them the night before. They were still wet from the night before; growing wetter at the thought of touching Vinny now, like this, while he slept.
As they turned over in bed to press their tits to Vinny’s bare back, their hand sliding silently beneath the waistband of his boxers, Willow was reminded of high school sleepovers: anxiety-charged touches between friends sharing a bed, fingers dipping into panties; panting breaths and quiet whimpers in the dark.
This wasn’t like that at all, really. Because Vinny meant more to Willow than the girls that used to whisper right there into the silence of Willow’s bedroom before clenching their thighs around Willow’s fingers and gasping through an orgasm.
That was dangerous, back then.
This was dangerous, too, though. Because Vinny was a dangerous man, with dangerous weapons hidden beneath his pillow. And a reaction time that often rivaled even Keziah’s.
But beneath Willow’s palm, Vinny’s cock began to stir and come to life. His breathing, still even in sleep, didn’t change. And yet WIllow’s heart pounded against their ribs.
They’d done this before, but not like this; Willow had woken some mornings to Vinny’s mouth on their tit, his cock hard against their thigh, his fingers deep inside their cunt. Willow had woken before on the brink of release and had let Vinny have his way with their body like that.
They’d done this before, but they’d always done it the other way around. Touching Vinny in his sleep like this was new and exciting to Willow in a way they’d forgotten sex could be. It made their cunt clench, their dick grow hard; and when they slid their leg over Vinny’s to try and maneuver him to his back without waking him, Willow could feel the way their slick clung to their pubic hair and smeared against Vinny’s thigh.
Vinny was on his back, his face still miraculously slack with sleep as Willow drew his cock out from the front of his silk boxers. Willow carefully straddled him, lowering themself onto Vinny—not taking him inside yet, but grinding their wet dick along the hard length of Vinny’s cock.
Willow kept their movements slow, smooth, determined not to come or get Vinny inside them until he woke on his own. Grinding against him like this, Willow’s own dick throbbed, and the noises, Christ. Willow was so fucking wet, and Vinny was beginning to leak.
Lightheaded and forgetting themself, Willow couldn’t stop the whine that crept up the back of their throat from escaping.
They leaned forward to brace their hands against the headboard, their hips twitching and jerking as warm arousal licked up their spine with every drag of their dick against Vinny’s; letting out small ah, ah, ah noises as their cunt slid wetly against Vinny’s cock. Beneath them, Vinny began to stir, his hips waking first and thrusting against Willow’s body as his hands slid slowly up the expanse of Willow’s thighs to grip their ass and press them forward.
Vinny’s eyes were still closed, his body coming online before his brain, and his voice was low in the back of his throat as he groaned. Willow sped the pace of their hips a little more, unable to hold back the curse hissing through their lips. The pressure in Willow’s cunt was building rapidly, pleasure pulsing and surging along every nerve ending in their body; they weren’t going to be able to hold back their release for much longer.
Vinny’s eyes opened to Willow's tits swinging heavily in his face. He grabbed one of Willow’s tits in his hand and squeezed, his thumb glancing over the hard bud of Willow’s nipple. He surged upward, taking Willow’s nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, teeth pressing sharp into sensitive flesh, and Willow cried out, grinding their dick hard over the stiff head of Vinny’s cock.
“Fuck, Vinny,” Willow whispered.
“Feel good, baby?” Vinny’s voice was gravel rough with sleep. “Want me to fuck you like this, gorgeous?”
He thrust upward, shoving his cock harder against Willow’s soaking cunt, slick noises filling the silent room. Willow nodded frantically, begging Vinny to press inside and fuck them, but he held their hips still instead, grinding grinding grinding—if Willow could just regain control of the rhythm they could finally come.
But Vinny wasn’t having any of it. It was exquisite torture, Vinny’s slow thrusts; his commitment to dragging things out.
“Please. Vinny, babe… I need you inside.”
“Should have thought about that,” he smiled, drawing Willow’s face down to meet his in a kiss.
Vinny's mouth was warm, his tongue soft and wet when it sought entrance to Willow’s mouth. They moaned together, Vinny’s dick twitching against Willow’s, and he bit down gently on their bottom lip as he shifted to slide his cock inside their cunt at last.
Willow, still a little stretched and sore from last night, sighed heavily when Vinny entered them, the muscles of their cunt clenching around the stretch.
“So hot, sweetheart,” Vinny whispered. “So hot for me, so wet. Take what you need, baby, c’mon.”
And Willow took. They swiveled their hips and sank down on Vinny's cock as deep as they could get him, dragging the length of him along their inner walls and against their g-spot. Vinny’s thumb found their dick, stroking little circles over it to make Willow cry out.
The heat built and coiled in their gut as Willow thrust against Vinny with abandon. The bed shook beneath them with the force of Willow’s movements—chasing their release as it hovered just out of reach.
Vinny took their tit in his mouth again, tongue swirling and teeth pressing into their nipple as Willow’s voice—loud enough to drown out the wet slapping of skin against skin—came out high and urgent, babbling Vinny’s name and begging for more, harder, deeper, faster. Vinny’s thumb, still stroking Willow’s dick, was precise and rhythmic, and Willow’s release was coming quick. Willow grew louder, louder, chanting “Yes, Vinny, yes yes yes baby I’m so so close c’mon right there right there right there fuck!”
Willow’s muscles tensed, their thighs locking up and quaking around Vinny’s hips as the first orgasm rushed through them.
And Vinny just kept fucking them through it, his pace unrelenting even as Willow’s voice grew louder and hoarser with delicious overstimulation.
Vinny grabbed them by the tits again, kneading the flesh and rolling their nipples between his fingers. Willow gasped and shook as they finally began to come down from their orgasm. Willow rolled their hips again, and Vinny moaned. He was giving Willow control back, letting them thrust against him, and every noise that punched out of him brought both of them closer to coming. Willow would absolutely come again like this, and Vinny was getting to the point where he was mumbling, babbling, clutching at the sheets beneath him.
He was getting close too.
“Come on, baby, just like that,” he murmured, his voice quiet and urgent.
Willow focused as hard as they could on keeping the rhythm that Vinny liked, this quick pace that would have him coming inside them if they kept it up. It was hard work, Willow’s breath came in short hard pants and the muscles of their thighs burned with exertion.
Vinny’s fingernails dug into the soft flesh of Willow’s thighs as he held them down, thrusting upward hard, and he whined. Warmth flooded Willow’s cunt as Vinny filled them with his cum.
Everything went still. Vinny breathed a deep sigh and gently laid Willow on their back, repositioning himself between their thighs as his softening cock fell free from their body.
He dragged kisses down their neck and shoulder, pausing to suck at their tits again before continuing their journey downward. He kissed Willow’s tummy and hip, his hands pressing their thighs to spread them further for him.
This was always Willow’s favorite part; whenever Vinny came inside them he took his sweet time cleaning them up with his mouth, dipping his tongue inside and sucking their dick into his mouth to bring them off again like that.
And this time was no different.
He started slowly, pressing chaste kisses to their bush before licking the slick off his lips. He teased with little kitten licks at Willow’s dick, smirking at them a little before Willow took him by the hair and guided his face where they wanted it.
Vinny moaned into Willow’s cunt, tongue lapping inside, slurping messily at them before focusing his attention on their dick. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard. Willow arched off the bed with a cry. With a filthy moan, Vinny pressed forward even further, tonguing at Willow’s hood and bullying his fingers into their cunt. It sounded wet and messy, the quiet squelching noises making Willow flush a deep red from their cheeks to their chest.
Vinny released Willow’s dick with a little pop, working the hood back with his tongue to tease Willow’s frenulum. Willow jerked and cursed, and their fingers tightened in Vinny’s hair as they shoved his face harder against them. It only urged Vinny on more, and he crooked his fingers with perfect precision to stroke at Willow’s g-spot as he sucked hard on their dick again.
Willow was shaking, the muscles of their abdomen taut with the strain of trying not to come yet, and their hips rocked against Vinny’s mouth with abandon as his moans of pleasure encouraged them.
“Right there. Fuck. Jesus,” Willow heard themself whisper frantically, and Vinny fucked his fingers in and out of them, focusing on their g-spot as he added the perfect amount of pressure and suction to their dick. “Yesyesyesyes fuck I’m coming.”
There was a hot gush as Willow came, and Vinny’s groan was wet and satisfied, like Willow’s release was nectar-sweet, the only thing he ever wanted to taste again.
When it was over, they kissed deeply.
“I love you so much,” Vinny whispered. “You know that, don’t you? That I love you so much it makes me feel guilty and afraid?”
Willow searched his face. For what, they weren’t sure.
“Why guilt?” they asked, matching Vinny’s whisper. “Why fear?”
“Because you deserve a better life. A safer life than the one I can offer you.”
“I don’t want better. Or safer. I walked into this with my eyes wide open, babe. I know the risks. I’m here because I love you, too.”
“Merry Christmas, my love.”
Vinny wrapped Willow into a soft embrace. Outside, a fresh layer of snow was falling upon the city. Inside, Willow was warm. Willow was loved.
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