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Seasons are fickle things where some life thrives during one season, while another life perishes in the same. The frigid chills of winter is the true testament of life fighting for if it will live, or be the latter.
In this case, Gilliam is the one who is fighting the frigid winter. And it is not a winning battle.
Despite the sun reaching the summit of the sky in the afternoon, the world remained bitter akin to Gilliam’s mood, as he was strapped into bed with layers laying upon him. The only thing he could feel, is the lack of feeling in his nose and hands. It was, for the most part, fairly normal in terms of the temperature for the time of year. However, the cold was one enemy Gilliam held nothing but disdain for.
There was nothing for Gilliam to do to help himself any further than he did already. The house was very well built as a very nice, wonderful, handsome, perfect man ensured it wasn’t drafty and the walls were thick enough to mitigate the cold as per Gilliam’s aversion.
And as Gilliam laid there, said nice, wonderful, handsome, perfect-and every other positive adjective one may use for their husband who’s life fills every moment with pure joy, -man came in.
Gilliam’s eyes slowly opened up to look towards his husband, glaring at him with his sharp, hawk-like gaze.
If Gilliam was the life that perished in the winter, Garcia was the life who thrived to an inhuman degree.
Shutting the door on the howling winds outside, Garcia came back with a bundle of firewood and a smile. Evidently coming back from chopping trees down to keep a fire going, as otherwise Gilliam would go out like a snuffed flame. His nose and cheeks were a warm red from the cool winds, and was wearing a light jacket that Gilliam scoffed at.
Undoing his jacket, Garcia slipped it off and threw it to the side showing off that he was wearing a singlet underneath. His tolerance to the cold was so absurd to Gilliam that he groaned in jealousy and audacity that he could wear something one would wear in the summers. With wood in hand, Garcia tossed logs into the fireplace and prodded at it to have the embers emit warmth.
Once content with the flames, Garcia walked over to the bed Gilliam was entombed in and laid down on his side to look at Gilliam. Still with his smile that didn’t leave his face the second he walked into their home, and sighed.
“Hi.”
Gilliam rolled his eyes and closed them, muttering “jackass” that got drowned out by the layers of blankets over his mouth. “Hi” it was such a stupid thing for him to say and Gilliam was glad the blankets hid his smile so Garcia didn’t know.
Garcia chuckled, and did butterfly kisses with their rosy noses. “I love you too Gilly.” And his smile went to a taunting smirk. “‘Cause that’s what you said, right?” Knowing full well that is very much not what Gilliam said, even if calling him a jackass right now is almost like saying “I love you”.
The husbands laid there for a few moments before Garcia pulled himself over the covers so their bodies were touching beneath the weight of the blankets. Garcia’s hands dragged along Gilliam’s arms and once they met hands, they intertwined their fingers together. “How do you manage to feel colder than it is outside?” Garcia says as he massages his fingers between Gilliam’s icy grip. “The way you manage to be so hot” Gilliam replies as his palm rubs against Garcia’s warm hand.
Garcia, as insatiable as he is, took this as a double meaning. yes Gilliam meant heat right now, but Gilliam always praises Garcia in bed saying the same exact thing between pants and grunts. “I know how much you like it hot too, being against me, inside me for that heat…” Hissed Garcia into Gilliam’s ear, sliding his hand underneath Gilliam’s sweater. Palming his stomach and working his way up. Staying silent, Gilliam let his husband’s warm hands play with him like a toy.
Up and up his hands went until they met Gilliam’s chest. Garcia rolled his knuckles around his lover’s pecs, and kneaded it like dough. Moving from one pec to another, Gilliam went rigid as Garcia’s hand grazed across Gilliam’s hard nipple. With his hands paused mid motion, Garcia moved his hands back across, feeling the firm tit press against his hand as Gilliam flinched. Garcia ran one finger over it again, then another, and another, and finally pinching it hard between his thumb and pointer finger, causing Gilliam to let out a gasp that was overtaken by a shiver.
In Garcia’s defense, it was supposed to be a quick tease. But Gilliam’s tits getting hard pushed Garcia over the edge.
“These feel pretty damn cold Gilly…” Still pinching, he slowly starts to pull on Gilliam’s nipple causing a much more primal noise to escape out of Gilliam “See? You can really feel it, huh?” Garcia kept pulling on his toy’s nipple, twisting it, and hearing, and seeing the heavy breaths come from the ever stalwart Gilliam. “Do you want me to warm you up, handsome? I think I can do just that for you…”
Garcia withdrew his hand and got out of bed, taking off all of his clothes. He wasn’t worried about getting cold, Gilliam gives off a lot of heat especially when he fucks like he’s in heat. His flaccid uncut cock was already spilling out precum just from grabbing his husband's chest and talking dirty. He pulled back his foreskin so the head was unsheathed and started massaging his fat balls to warm them up. Circling the bed so he was at the foot of it, and lifting the covers up quickly so he could go underneath it just enough to where his ass and wanting hole was stuck up as he bent over the bed.
It felt like a sauna underneath the covers, but making his ways through he found Gilliam’s thighs as designated from the snake winding down Gilliam’s pants leg. Garcia put his face against the fabric that made a barrier between him and Gilliam’s cock. Gilliam was muttering curses loud enough that Garcia could hear him this time through the covers as he wished he could wear nothing so that his shaft could stretch out Garcia’s hot mouth. “Gods Garcia, just take them off please, I don’t care about the cold right now.” begging to be undressed.
Without clothes is always preferred for Garcia, so he happily helped. But instead of taking them all the way off, he pulled the band of Gilliam’s pants from above his ass, and pulled them back and up so Gilliam’s legs were up in the air, and his cock was free, and so were his apple sized balls that drape down and obscured the view of Gilliam’s exposed taint and ass.
Fuck. The one word Garcia could think of from the view. This isn’t a position either of them are used to. Gilliam sometimes gets his ass played with a bit, but him with his legs in the air and pushed towards him showed Garcia just how tight his husband is. A stark comparison to Garcia who, to accommodate Gilliam’s tool, is much more loose. Especially with how long, rough, and often his hole gets bred by Gilliam. Even to the point where without any prep Garcia can take a good bit of his husband’s dick.
Gilliam himself was speechless at finding himself in such a position, but he was very much fine with it. He wiggled back and forth to get comfortable, laid his head back, and instructed his husband. “Make everything back there hot and wet.”
With his mission set in stone, Garcia went in with no hesitation. Nuzzling his mouth right underneath the heavy sack that were Gilliam’s balls, and right away he was licking Gilliam’s tight hole, pressing his entire face into him from a taste that makes him understand why Gilliam wants Garcia to sit on his face so much. Gilliam gasped and was holding back his screams of pleasure “Fu-uuuu…”
Even with his dexterous tongue, Garcia couldn’t break through Gilliam’s hole with his tongue like Gilliam can. A sign that Gilliam needs to be eaten out more often. Lapping against the tight hole as Gilliam’s huge balls rested against the top half of Garcia’s face, obscuring his vision from just how big they were. With a free hand he placed as much as he could of Gilliam’s balls in his hand and massaged them to make sure they are full and heavy from all the cum Gilliam needs to unload into him.
Gilliam couldn’t stop his legs from shaking vigorously, he didn’t have control over his lower half as they were Garcia’s now.
More and more licks were wearing down the muscles of Gilliam’s hole. Garcia started doing one long lick all the way from his hole, up Gilliam’s taint, and then his balls over and over again. Resting against the top of Garcia’s head was a fully erect cock that was bouncing with the clenches of Gilliam as he howled for more It was so big that even fully hard it looked flaccid at times from the weight of how big his dick is. “G-garcia keep going please.” Returning now on his assault on Gilliam’s ass, he did quick firm licks, letting go of Gilliam’s balls so they rested on his face again so he could use his hands to spread Gilliam out wider to get in as deep as he could. “Garcia you’re gonna make me cum already please please don’t stop.”
Gilliam raised his legs up even more for better access to his ass. Garcia was unsure if he was wiping away his spit, sweat, or if it was Gilliam’s precum from how hot and wet everything was underneath the covers. Garcia himself was panting as he had more important things to do then to stop eating Gilliam’s ass to breathe.
Gilliam’s balls still draped over Garcia’s eyes, Garcia grabbed blindly to find his husband’s drenched swelling cock spilling out pre, and wrapped his hand around it to jerk it off as it was coming close to unloading.
With his dick being tugged, his balls slapping against Garcia’s face, and his ass being dined on, Gilliam felt like he was in heat, not just heat and being warm, but heat like an animal wanting to mate. He couldn’t even tell Garcia he was about to cum. All he could do was make increasingly desperate and lustful moans.
But those noises were all Garcia needed to hear to know what Gilliam wanted to say. Finally parting his mouth and tongue from Gilliam’s ass, the loosened hole only had a moment before it was filled again with three of Garcia’s fingers, reaching far in to push against Gilliam’s prostate.
With his now freed mouth, Garcia proceeded to gorge himself on Gilliam’s cock until nothing more could fit in his mouth. Being the last thing that pushed Gilliam over the edge.
“Rrrrrggggg!” Was the only cue that the floodgates have opened. Gilliam felt Garcia’s fingers be squeezed tighter inside him. As a burning heat flowed through his cock, Garcia fingering his prostate caused another wave of ecstasy that tensed every muscle inside him. The legs that were resting between Garcia’s shoulders tensed as well making them squeeze together, with Garcia’s head still there being held by Gilliam’s meaty thighs squeezing the sides of his head.
Garcia gagged as he was forced to be locked in place, he pulled back slightly but gave up quickly as Gilliam was putting load after load into Garcia’s stomach. His cock too far past Garcia’s throat that he didn’t need to swallow. Tears gathering in his eyes and his vision going foggy from the lack of air, Garcia heard a sigh and the thighs keeping him in a meaty prison retracted. Letting Garcia pull out the inches of cock that was lodged in his throat.
After coughing for air, Garcia came out from underneath the covers and flinched from the cold. From how hot and wet it was eating his husband’s ass and cock, it felt like ice was forming his beard and nose.
From underneath the covers, Gilliam’s legs were shaking still. Garcia sat down on the bed and held onto one of Gilliam’s legs to stop it from shaking. “Boy, you better not still be cold underneath there after all the work I put in back there” Garcia says between heavy pants as he tries to catch his breath.
“N-no… my legs are shaking from you…” Gilliam said meekly, both in shock and embarrassed from how intense he felt.
Garcia looked giddy and smiled “Ah-ha!” He said as he smacked Gilliam’s leg. “Seems like I’m a good hands on learner with playing with a man’s ass, with how often you wanna play with this man’s ass.” Standing up to present his ass, giving himself a smack as well.
“Well how about another lesson, one that will warm that face of yours up.”
Climbing onto the bed, Garcia straddled himself above Gilliam and faced the foot of the bed with his ass still out, inches away from Gilliam’s rosy face that was licking his lips in anticipation. “Show me how to please a man who’s sitting on your face.” Gently sitting on Gilliam’s face as he started ravaging Garcia’s hole the second he finished sitting.
Garcia let out a sigh of relief, this is where he belongs, and who he belongs to. Looking at the fabric upon Gilliam’s lap, a rising mast began to rise up ready once again.. “Good lad, might need this to keep me occupied up here….” Gilliam, not even taking a moment from his prey, kicked off the blankets to free his cock for Garcia to play with.
“Well, I take it somethin’ is distracting you from the cold, eh Gilly? Take your time with it, you have all night to taste this old man.”