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“Dear Sveti Miklavž. I’ve been good all year. Kindly grant all my wishes.” Kris pulls up the cover and slowly shuts his eyes.
This year’s Christmas isn’t as festive as the previous year, Kris hasn’t yet received any gifts, but that shouldn’t be his concern now, he could buy whatever he wants. Yeah, sure, but it’d be better if someone buys him presents.
It has been snowing all day and only getting harder after dinner. Ignoring the falling snow and deciding to sleep, Kris knew better than a miracle was coming.
“Kris… Oh, Krisko~ Wake up buddy.”
“Wake up, it’s Christmas.” A distant voice calls his name as it gets closer. Rubbing his eyes, he sees Bojan wake him with his remarkable, idiotic smile. His body was shaken again until he fully gained consciousness. Getting off the bed and following Bojan out, a loud voice kickstarts his soul.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS, KRIS!” Jure, Nace, and Jan surprise him. The dinner table is already prepared with breakfast. All of Kris’ favourite! Jure also mentions a cake in the fridge and hot chocolate on the ready.
Either he has a fever dream or woken up in another universe, but everything that happens now is real, yet based on how farfetched it is. Everybody only dressed in their PJs. Nace serves him an extra portion on the plate, Jan hands him the utensils, and Bojan and Jure only smile and stare at him. Genuine smile plastered on everybody’s face, but that also gives Kris an ick, his gut tells him something isn’t quite right.
“Today is all about you, Kris. Just eat your breakfast, and you can open your presents later.” Calmly speaking, Nace suggests Kris eat and shower before getting his presents later.
As if the breakfast wasn’t magical enough, Kris’ jaw couldn’t drop any lower when he saw a stack of presents, all for him. Tearing open the gifts, finding out it’s everything he has on his bucket list. Again, something isn’t right. Did everyone pitch in for those gifts? Some of them are pricy as hell, too.
“So? Got everything you wanted?” Sarcastically asking the younger guitarist, Jan sips his hot cocoa, waiting for Kris to open the last box only for a disappointing smirk rise across his face, something is missing there.
“Oh, did we miss anything, Kris?” Nodding at the question, Kris mumbles that his bandmates missed one BIG present. Curiously asking again, Nace doesn’t understand since Kris only mumbles under his breath before he snaps and makes his point clearer.
“Today is Christmas, hellooo? Today is my day, my moment. Shouldn’t I get ALL I wanted?” As his tone gets cranky, Kris knows these guys must be playing dumb right now.
“I want treats, helloooo? Are y’all an idiot?” It’s funny to see Kris wrinkling his nose, face blushing, showing his annoyance before he sits on Bojan’s lap, hand grabs his dick, blatantly saying he wants everyone to serve him today.
“Nah, I don’t think Sveti Miklavž would approve that. That’s for naughty boys only. Aren’t you a good boy, Krisko?” Sure, Jan loves pulling his leg occasionally to poke fun at him.
“But all the good boys are naughty too sometimes, Jan.” Talking back at the guy, Kris is somewhat offended by Jan, but Jure quickly jumps in.
“Sure, you can be naughty, and we won’t rat you out, Kris. Damn, I want to be a naughty boy too this year.” Always spontaneously, blatantly saying what he wants, Jure never doubts himself to be naughty.
If Kris desires a naughty present, that is also something he must acquire.
Moving to the bedroom, Kris was carried bridal style by Nace, but that’s only the beginning. Being told to unwrap his presents only boosts Kris’ brat meter off the roof. All his naughty thoughts are released when the strings of the pajama bottom get pulled. Getting the first turn, Nace is overjoyed, while Bojan has to be patient since he’s always the last in Kris’ book.
“Ooohh, such a large candy cane you have down here. Mhhmmm, sooo tastyyyy~” Praising the bassist’s well-endowed part, Kris makes sure he receives all the tasty treat in the end, but now, he has to move on.
“Ooohhh~ I dunno which one is better… This one? Or this one?” Between the fellow guitarist and the drummer, Kris couldn’t decide, so he stroked both. Alas, Kris only has 2 hands and 1 mouth, which they are already preoccupied with, while Bojan sits on the edge of the bed, pleasuring himself to the lustful scene. Full of lust, yet still beautiful as ever.
Moans start leaving their mouths, gagging, lips smacking, and mixed dirty thoughts fill the bedroom. It's not unusual to see the odd trio making out above Kris until Jure breaks away from the kiss.
“Can I be the naughty boy too?”
“Jure, you’ve been nothing but naughty all year. What else do you want?” Jan rolls his eyes hard and groans even louder.
“Double it and become your worst nightmare! Muahahaha!” Once a devil, always the devil. Jure would dip into the water head first when it’s time to become naughty, ignoring the upcoming consequences that’ll bite him in the ass soon.
Joining Kris kneeling so Bojan could enter the hot zone, Jure gladly took Jan and Nace’s dicks in his mouth, sucking those shafts and fondling those balls whenever they wanted him to. Getting a bit greedy, Jure absorbs all the attention to himself, including blowing Bojan’s dick until the guy can’t control his moan. Determined to win Bojan’s attention, Kris shoves Jure aside, making it a fight against the drummer.
Pointing at the bed, Jan suggests it’s better there instead of on the cold tiled floor. When the others think that Kris and Jure will calm down when they are let to suck on the brunets’ cocks, they’re wrong. From Bojan to Jan to Nace, they can’t escape the ferocity of the brats.
“Jure, fuck off! It’s MY day!” Kris shoves Jure’s face down the pillow when Jure won’t stop sucking on Bojan’s dick, licking the precum clean. Chuckling at Jure being shoved down, Jan couldn’t help but to stare at his bum. Damn, this drummer has a nice ass!
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Whispering in Nace’s ear, Jan pulls him for another kiss; his finger runs down from his chest to his stomach, all the way down to his crotch. An idea always crosses Jan’s head, always involving Jure and Nace. Feeding into the raunchy thought, Nace lets Jan take control; since Jure is already down on the bed and Nace pins him down, it's easier for Jan to play the game.
Divided into 2 sides. Bojan and Kris and the triple of Jan/Jure/Nace on one bed are bizarre, especially how the bed didn’t break down to this point. Bojan tries to out loud the trio, but they’re too loud and can’t be tamed. Clearing his throat, Kris ensures he’s loud enough to be heard, demanding that everyone cater to his wish today.
“Aight, what do you want then, Kris?”
“Ugh, whatever, float your boat, pretty boy.” Demanding for Jure to ride him, Bojan fucks him, and the other two give their dicks to keep his hands busy. Even with that demanding request, Jure’s rear still receives more attention than it should.
“Hahahah, your ass has been dethroned, Kris. Now mine is the main attraction.” Jure laughs, kissing Kris’ neck and collarbone, leaving love bites here and there while still riding him effortfully, Kris spanks his pale, flat bum in revenge since Bojan couldn’t stop staring too. Maybe Jure’s ass should be nominated next year.
Maybe this year’s Christmas isn’t that bad, but Kris receives a complete vitamin D shot inside and outside his body. His lower body is surely sticky and slimy, not to mention his face too; Nace erupted like a volcano on his face, staining his pretty face. Both Bojan and Jure had come inside him as requested. Kris’ ass I full of those guy’s cums, too, already come all over his stomach, only Jan, who hasn’t finished yet.
“C’mon, Jan. Stop playing hard to get. I know you want to… Injecy my throat.” Pulling out his best begging, puppy doe eyes, his ultimate move when nothing ever worked. Knowing that Bojan and Jure also use the same trick, Jan isn’t falling for it anymore.
“Do I have to worship your cock now?” Taking it as a chance to lie down on the bed, shoving Kris’ head to keep deepthroating him, Jan didn’t expect the sudden attack of Kris’ ungodly long finger, hitting his prostate on the first try.
“That’s cheating!” Beaten at his own game, Jan couldn’t believe how far Kris went to be naughty today.
Cuddling on the bed, Jure and Kris in the middle, Kris still couldn’t figure out how Jure’s ass was eye-catching, but he knew two certain brunets were keeping their eyes on that precious. Slowly, he feels drowsy, and everything turns dark.
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“WAKE UP, KRIS! WAKE UP, PRINCESS KRISSY! IT’S CHRISTMAS!” A boisterous voice woke him again, but this time, Bojan jumped on his bed like a child on a sugar rush.
“Get up already! Eat your breakfast before Jure eats yours! Also, Nace plays Sveti Miklavž! So. Get. Up!” Smacking him with a pillow, Kris takes a deep breath before throwing the pillow on Bojan’s face.
“Wasn’t Christmas… Yawn~ Yesterday?”
Wait, was that all in his dream?!