Peter loved the Christmas season.

The lights, the trees, the snow, and the beautiful decorations that the shops would display in their half frosted windows.

He loved the cold; the scarves and coats he got to bundle up with and the nice warm hugs he would get from his boyfriend.

There was one thing in particular though when it came to the winter season that Peter loved the most.

Candy canes.

He loved them.

He had complained numberless times in his childhood -and adulthood- to his mother, siblings, friends, and boyfriend how they really shouldn't be a seasonal thing at all and that stores should just sell different flavors year-round.

He loved the crinkle of the plastic as he broke the seal at the curved end, loved the glide of the hard cold sugar against his tongue as he took the first suck. He loved the numb feeling on his lips as the peppermint clung to the edges of his mouth.

During December you would hardly see Peter without a candy cane in his mouth, his tongue licking over his plump lips to gather up the remnants of the peppermint flavoring before he would pop the stick of hard candy back into his mouth to repeat the process all over again.

It drove Damon mad.

His eyes -although they were never far from Peter usually- were always glued to that tempting mouth, his stomach pooling with heat as Peter would absentmindedly pull that plush bottom lip into his mouth to suck off the remnants of sugar before he would swallow and lick his lips again.

His kisses were surgery sweet, the lingering but ever-present smell of peppermint wafting up to Damon’s nose as Peter’s sugary tongue caressed his own.

Damon decided he couldn’t stand it anymore. That little tease -whether deliberate or not- was going to get it tonight… hard.

As Damon briskly walked his way back to the apartment, a little display through the window of a store caught his eye and he smirked before shaking the snow from his jacket and pushing open the door. A bell jingled his arrival and he heard the faint call of ‘Merry Christmas!’ from a few people serving behind the cashier counter. He smiled and nodded his head in thanks although he was pretty sure that no one was paying him any attention anymore.

He strolled over to the ‘adult’ display and grabbed a bottle of the peppermint flavored lubricant he had spotted through the window before making his way towards the counter and making his purchase. He wished the employee a Merry Christmas and complimented her on the elf hat sitting atop her head before pulling his scarf a little tighter and stepping back out into the square.

It wasn’t too late, but the evening rush for dinner would probably start in an hour or two and Damon wanted to be home before then. He wrapped his fingers around the phone in his pocket and pulled it out, dialing Peter’s number before switching hands and holding it up to his ear; shoving the first hand back into his pocket where it was promptly balled into a fist and willed to be warm again.

“Hey, hun! What’s up?”

Damon smiled unconsciously, the sound of Peter’s voice warming him up considerably.

“Oh… nothing much,” He started off slyly, veering to the right before narrowly avoiding a mob of carolers trying to cross the street. “I was just thinking… why don’t you have a shower, hm? Get nice and squeaky clean all over for me, okay?” He added suggestively, his lips stretching into a smirk when Peter’s voice came through the receiver, albeit a little muffled by what Damon assumed was the remnants of Peter’s latest peppermint treat. His love purred, trying to sound seductive even though Damon could tell he was a tad bit breathless; he didn’t say though.

“Oh, get all clean for you, huh?”

Damon chuckled. “Yeah, all clean. See you in ten, Sweetheart. Love you.”

“I’ll be waiting. Love you too.”

The line cut off and Damon quickened his pace, eager to get home and not exactly wanting to be caught by some poor unsuspecting person dressed as Santa asking for a donation with a tent in his pants. How mortifying.

He burst through the door eight minutes later, his breath coming in a little sharp and the heat coiling in the pit of his stomach clenching tighter as he saw what was laid before him.

Peter was there, dressed in a pair of red-rimmed white lace panties. He had red and white striped stockings going all the way up to the middle of his thigh and his chest was bare for Damon’s eyes to feast on.

To top it all off there was the signature candy cane sticking out from Peter’s mouth, the shiny candy glistening slightly in the candlelight as Peter seductively danced across the floor and wrapped his arms around Damon.

“Welcome home, baby."

He shifted the candy to the side of his mouth, the stick sliding across his shiny lips before he took two fingers and slowly pulled it from his mouth; giving a languid lick to the candy before he slid his tongue across his sugar stained lips.

Damon’s tongue joined his, lapping up the sugary remains of the candy from around Peter’s mouth before he plunged his tongue into Peter’s waiting cavern; half-eaten candy cane hitting the floor, forgotten. They both moaned, their combined lust heating the air around them as they steadily made a clumsy shuffle towards the bedroom.

“You look…” Damon’s voice was raspy, not being able to separate himself from Peter’s hungry mouth for more than a second as his eyes tried to feast on the beauty that Peter had presented for him.

“So. Flawless.” He managed, gaining an eager moan as thanks before he was pushed onto his back and onto the bed. He landed with a dull thud before he was pulled up into a sitting position by the base of his tie, being greeted by another kiss and hands cupping his face before they slid down his neck and to his shoulders where they proceeded to push his jacket eagerly down his arms. Damon snagged the jacket right before Peter tossed it across the room, earning a questioning look from the sexy thing perched on his lap before he reached into the pocket and withdrew the peppermint lubricant he had purchased.

Peter’s eyes lingered on the label, his lips quirking upwards and a small chuckle coming out on a puff of air before he shook his head and wove his fingers through Damon’s hair; pulling him close so he could place another kiss onto his lips.

“That for me?”

Damon laughed at himself, the idea that he had previously thought a good one seeming quite humorous to him now. He nodded, grinding up against Peter before nodding and popping off the cap with his thumb.

Peter gasped and moaned, grinding back down eagerly and reaching for the button on Damon’s pants. Once he had worked his fly open, his hand dove down and grasped firmly around Damon’s shaft, making the larger man hiss and moan out in pleasure.

Damon didn’t waste any more time, squeezing a good bit of the cold substance onto his fingers before he slid his hand under Peter’s festive lingerie and touched his hole, the chill from the lube making Peter shiver and stilling the movement from his hand for a second.

“W-Wait Damon,” Peter gasped, trying to lift himself up but was pulled back down by Damon’s left hand on his thigh and into another searing kiss.

“L-Let me at least take the stockings o-off.” His statement ended in a long whine, Damon’s fingers reaching deep inside him and stroking the special spot he knew well.

“Why?” Damon husked back, sliding another finger into the soft heat and massaging Peter’s holes open for him. He wouldn’t want to hurt his love. “You look so sexy like that, all prettied up for me. And here,” He now gave a firm stroke, curling his fingers in a way he knew drove Peter mad. The man on his lap cried out, lips parting and eyes closing in bliss as Damon’s name left his lips like a plea.

“So soft and hot, all ready for me.” He loved pleasuring Peter, watching his body writhe with extasy and incomprehensible words tumbling from his mouth. He would never get tired of seeing Peter come, the way his hole would tighten around his fingers made his shaft ache with need.

Peter’s hands scrabbled at his shirt buttons, the continuous stroking of Damon inside him making his brain fizzle out but he tried his best. Damon swatted his hands away, intwining his fingers with his before he kissed each fingertip, leaning in to drag his tongue across Peter’s lips before he bent down and took a pebbled nipple in his mouth. Peter cried out again, his groin pulsing with the need to release but he held back as much as he could. He wanted more; he needed more.

“I-Inside me, I need you i-inside me.” He pleaded, fingers tugging at Damon’s hair in careless abandon as waves of pleasure washed over him. Damon complied, fingers slipping easily out of Peter’s stretched hole before he leaned back onto his elbows and quirked an attractive brow at his breathless lover. “Have your way with me,” Damon commanded, stopping Peter’s hands with a chiding ‘ah-ah’ when he tried to pull the panties off. “Keep those on, sweetheart. Now I need to be in you.”

Peter blushed, noticing the state of chaos he was in while Damon seemed to be in perfect condition, his hair mussed in a sexy way and only his dress pants undone; the head of his thick shaft slightly slick with a bead of precum oozing from the head. His dress shirt was slightly wrinkled from Damon’s position and his tie was loose around his neck from Peter’s hands tugging at it.

Peter almost released from the sight, his beautiful man all splayed out in front of him to do with as he pleased. He crawled forward, his own member throbbing against the thin fabric of the lingerie.

Damon’s fingers slid up his leg, goosebumps breaking across his skin before they slipped under Peter’s underwear, touching and rubbing around his hole before he pushed the panties to the side and slid his shaft between Peter’s cheeks; making the smaller man shudder and push back onto that thick piece teasing him.

Peter now took control, placing a hand on Damon’s chest before he reached behind him and guided Damon to his needy hole, taking a shaky inhale before he began to sink down on that pulsing rod.

They both moaned out, tight heat enveloping Damon and he fought to keep himself in control. There was nothing better than where he was right now. He let out a groan, thrusting upwards gently and sliding all the way inside until Peter's thighs met his.

Once Peter gave him the go-ahead to move and started bouncing up and down expertly the heat in Damon's stomach overflowed, causing sweat to drip down his forehead as he thrust up into Peter; his release right there, so close.

Peter was a mess, helpless moans falling from his lips as he impaled himself over and over again. The pleasure was indescribable and he couldn't even bring himself to form a coherent thought.

He swabbed his tongue around his mouth to try and regain some moisture, the lingering taste of peppermint once again filling his tastebuds before he leaned forward to crash his lips against Damons.

He erupted with a sharp cry, his body lighting up from the inside out as his hole clenched hard and sent Damon sailing over the edge as well.

Damon gave one last thrust, making Peter whine with sensitivity before he collapsed onto his firm warm chest. They both were silent, needing to take a moment to catch their breath.

Damon stirred, wanting to pull out so he could clean Peter up but the smaller man made a disapproving noise, clinging on tighter before he whispered hoarsely, voice broken from screaming and moaning.

"Stay," he rasped, swallowing before he continued pleadingly. "Stay in me."

Damon chuckled softly, placing a kiss on Peter's forehead and sighing contentedly.

"Okay."