Son of a Claus

Not the Ho, Ho, Hoe you want but the Ho, Ho Hoe you need. 18+ indie gay rp multimuse.

[henryclaus234]

Gift Giver: Henry x Dean

@askbigbrolucifer

"You are a hard man to track down, Dean Winchester-" Henry said, folding his arms as he set down the gift. "My father sends his regards and would like to remind you that you can still be a certain type of naughty but be on the nice list."

The gift was undeniably beautiful in decoration and frankly luminous with the beautiful paper. It sat on the diner table right next to where Dean's food would be going.

Dean had been alone in the booth a moment ago and Henry suddenly sat across from him as if by magic. Because it had been.

[henryclaus234]

@askbigbrolucifer

"Santa with a glitter beard, that would be knew-" Henry said thoughtfully. "Gotta admit, that would be a first and we do have the glitter. I guess if I weren't doing a flying exercise a braid set might work. We've got some Norse in our family, I've probably got a picture of a great uncle or something with a beard braid-" Henry said, the wheels turning a little in his head.

Henry chuckled and gave Dean a little wink. "Well, first of all- you should be worried that I would kick your ass but also I am not worried. If you kick my ass, good for you. Just remember- you break it, you bought it."

"Oh. Snowmen have been around forever. I think it's just one of those things that grew up alongside the Rudolph mythology. Which did not come from us, by the way. Rudolph and Frosty were spoken into existence by the sheer willpower of the masses. It's both awesome and a little frightening if I'm honest with you-" Henry noted.

Henry tilted his head as he thought. "Well, the North Pole only really has one season and we do spend most of January like in downtime mode because of the amount of magic we spend on the 25th. But we do vacation on the coast. Sometimes Mexico, sometimes the French Riviera."

He said it as though it was the most casual thing. But he could also sense Dean now thinking about the gift in his hotel room. Did Dean want it bad enough to speak that yet? or was Dean having a good enough time? He didn't want to spoil the surprise but the good times weren't nearly over yet.

"Yeah. There's a whole magic book that the family is bound by but it's almost important to humanity, so I suck it up unless it's something super offensive. Which I'd imagine it used to be back in the day but it's pretty good right now-" Henry said, hedging his bets because the nature of magic was something he didn't know everything about and in some ways it was better to ask.

"No, your super secret gift is not reindeer flying lessons-" Henry said, teasing Dean and winking. Not mentioning that sensing curiosity in goodness was one of the things Santa got to do and it was one of the things Henry was better at even than his dad.

[henryclaus234]

Gift Giver: Henry x Dean

@askbigbrolucifer

"You are a hard man to track down, Dean Winchester-" Henry said, folding his arms as he set down the gift. "My father sends his regards and would like to remind you that you can still be a certain type of naughty but be on the nice list."

The gift was undeniably beautiful in decoration and frankly luminous with the beautiful paper. It sat on the diner table right next to where Dean's food would be going.

Dean had been alone in the booth a moment ago and Henry suddenly sat across from him as if by magic. Because it had been.

[henryclaus234]

@askbigbrolucifer

Henry chuckled. "Well, when you say it like that it does make me sound like an Ent a little bit, doesn't it? But yeah. You know what time of year it is because of the beard-" he said with a little shrug, the chuckle still just at the tail end of the sentiment.

"Well, I wouldn't shave it. I'd have to have the magical clippers and honestly as long as it's not too messy- I'll just live with it. Luckily, I have the family jawline so it looks nice on the face. As far as the wedding night, I don't know. I haven't had one and whenever I ask- dad is like 'ho ho ho' you'll find out when you're married and I do not wanna picture him and mom doin' it."

Henry nodded. "Well, up until a half century ago, most of the family lived at the Pole and didn't really communicate with the outside world except to give gifts so things did get a little weird. I couldn't do it, you know. Just being there. I kinda like people. Sometimes-" Henry said shyly.

"I like Paint Balls. Actually, the Hunt is pretty nice. Everybody really gets into it. If you ever wanted to do a paintball range, I would totally do that with you-" Henry offered. "They sting but you heal."

Henry thought for a moment. "I mean, I like penguins. They're communal, caring- and really athletic. Surprisingly."

Henry let out a little breath, happy to see Dean's cheerful actual smile rather than a guard. "Yeah. Times do change. We change a little bit with it but there's like rules I have to live by. But in some ways it's nice because those rules eventually brought me here. To talking dutch babies and paintball with you- so - good comes out of it-"

[henryclaus234]

Bro, Come With Me : Buck x Henry

@galahadsboy

What did you get a guy that had the world at his fingertips? Buck Stone's name had been on the good list for a long time and yet, they'd never gotten him anything satisfactory in Henry's mind.

What Buck needed was something different. Something personal. So he'd stepped into the timeline. Where he hadn't existed before, now he was living in the same complex and playing on the same team with Buck.

And honestly? Football was fun. But it wasn't as fun as reindeer games.

"Buck! Bro! What are you doing after the season ends, huh?" Henry asked, hands clapping onto bare shoulders in the locker room. It was Henry's way and nobody seemed to be telling him not to be gregarious or touchy feel.

But then again, nobody seemed to be bothered by his rampant locker room nudity either. Which was nice.

[henryclaus234]

@galahadsboy

"Nice to hear you say it though-" Henry said, his tone down a couple of steps as his throat was being worked over by Buck's cock. Only able to answer while his tongue swirled around the length and teased the other. He liked this too. Not having to be overly bashful.

"I mean, I haven't really. Not since I had one drunk wife goose me twice at one party. One of these days one of them is gonna lock themselves with me in a coat closet but it won't be the fun time they think it is. I prefer consent-" Henry noted.

Henry grinned back at Buck, a dopey smile. "Promises, promises. Best pack some Gatorade for the electrolytes-" he teased. Henry crooned as he felt Buck unloading in his mouth. His lips became sticky and the inside just lined with white.

He stayed there on his knees and licked his lips until they were clean before he rose again. "Now I'm all hard-" he said, trying to sound innocent but it was the furthest thing from when you pressed against another's body so nicely you could feel each other's heat.

[henryclaus234]

Gift Giver: Henry x Dean

@askbigbrolucifer

"You are a hard man to track down, Dean Winchester-" Henry said, folding his arms as he set down the gift. "My father sends his regards and would like to remind you that you can still be a certain type of naughty but be on the nice list."

The gift was undeniably beautiful in decoration and frankly luminous with the beautiful paper. It sat on the diner table right next to where Dean's food would be going.

Dean had been alone in the booth a moment ago and Henry suddenly sat across from him as if by magic. Because it had been.

[henryclaus234]

@askbigbrolucifer

Henry nodded. "Time of year mostly. When we do our annual family vacation in May is about as close to clean shaven as I ever get but I always like a little bit of stubble anyways-" he pointed out. He and Dean were a little alike in that. Henry could imagine that Dean's beard stubble would be pleasant to feel against his own.

"After I take the vows and consummate the marriage- yep. There's a couple of summer months where it's not too bad but mostly it's the full enchilada at that point. And there's a ton to do so it'll just be what I get used to."

"There used to be guns and then there had to be a rule added because of great uncle Merv-" Henry said, rolling his eyes. "He went full survivalist and shot one of the reindeer and so the only time we really get firearms is during the Play Hunt and even those are paintball."

"Yeah. Knives. Axes. Actually, axe throwing was a gift we got for a guy and his wife and they turned it into a brand? People do it while drinking now? I mean, all the more power to you. But I like to be sober when throwing sharp things at targets-" Henry pointed out sassily.

"Well my grandmother was at the head of the division to diversity tree toppers. That was her whole thing- decor. Penguins were my mother's thing. Getting animals back into the holiday. I didn't get it but she's pretty happy so I'm not gonna look too deeply into it. People seem to like it. I think it was her whole Teddy Roosevelt phase that started it out."

Henry thought for a moment and then gave a little sigh. He might've been blushing just a touch but it was hard to explain. "There's no technical rule that it has to be a woman. Which I'm banking will be okay. I mean, it would have to be. And then I'd write in a rule about adoption after awhile I guess. Which isn't a bad legacy. I just- I can take it pretty far but I'm not gonna have a sham marriage just for the institution and it really does only say life partner in the rules. Any assumption about heterosexuality isn't my problem. Especially when you travel with a flock of cupids for vacation, ya know?"

There was a lot Henry wasn't saying obviously. He'd had a couple of lovers amongst the single dads he'd dropped gifts off to but as much as this was about gifting Dean things - it was also to see a little of how they got along. Without saying as much. Maybe Dean was suspicious of that. It was hard to say. But the tales of how hard dad had worked to convince mom of who he was had convinced Henry that he needed somebody who understood. At least magic.

[henryclaus234]

Bro, Come With Me : Buck x Henry

@galahadsboy

What did you get a guy that had the world at his fingertips? Buck Stone's name had been on the good list for a long time and yet, they'd never gotten him anything satisfactory in Henry's mind.

What Buck needed was something different. Something personal. So he'd stepped into the timeline. Where he hadn't existed before, now he was living in the same complex and playing on the same team with Buck.

And honestly? Football was fun. But it wasn't as fun as reindeer games.

"Buck! Bro! What are you doing after the season ends, huh?" Henry asked, hands clapping onto bare shoulders in the locker room. It was Henry's way and nobody seemed to be telling him not to be gregarious or touchy feel.

But then again, nobody seemed to be bothered by his rampant locker room nudity either. Which was nice.

[henryclaus234]

@galahadsboy

"You think I'm pretty?" Henry asked, obviously pleased. He didn't mind being knelt down here, feeling Buck's thighs on his shoulder. The heat and touch were so incredibly pleasant. The joy it brought him was certainly naughty. But in a very nice way.

He could take most of Buck's inches. But as it stiffened, getting to the root became a bit of a challenge thanks to his gag reflex. Though he was definitely giving it the old college try.

He gagged and cooed out little moans as Buck fucked his mouth until he had to come up for air.

"I wanna do this in the shower too-" he offered. The living room was fun and he liked the music but he also liked intimate settings very much. And he hadn't yet mentioned that he could be switch too if Buck wanted to suck him off at some point.

Well. That and more.

[himboner]

HENRY CLAUS.

“I mean, technically Santa in training - can we turn off the alarm? You’re very aware I’m here-” he pointed out. “If you wanna be technical about it, Dad is technically Santa. And he is pretty jolly, though as far as fat- don’t ask him to bench press you. He could-” Henry said with a virulent nod where his hair flopped just slightly down around his forehead.

Henry let out a sigh through his nose. “I know. I know. But you know you guys are hard to track down, right? Like between the jet and the secret rooms in the mansion and James Howlett’s hair trigger-” Henry quirked his brow. “Look, I’m trying here. It was my first year. I made a couple of mistakes and I’m working through them, okay? Sometimes the intimate gifts take a little longer on the production line.”

“Besides-” he held up a matching red velvet bag. “I’ve got the bag and everything and I’ve got a gift in here for you. It’s a good gift. I think you’ll like it-” Henry chirped and smiled. “And if you don’t, you can always lie.”

He liked it sometimes when handsome guys lied to him. Though this was the first time a blue one had.

    ----

    Hank reached across to his touchscreen in order to deactivate the alarm piercing throughout his laboratory. Despite the unusual situation and the fact that his private sanctum that had been invaded by a stranger, Hank did not feel particularly threatened by his company. Of course the blue-furred Beast had no real ability to discern lies from truths, but he felt something deep in his gut that told him this man was honest. One might be amused that a man of science and logic was following his gut, but Hank had always been in tune with his instincts.

    He could almost laugh when he heard Logan’s other name leave the man’s mouth. It seemed that practically everyone had either met or heard of the infamous Wolverine, though that could no longer surprise Hank. The large-bodied Beast rose up from his chair and stretched out those long, powerful limbs. Hank never bothered wearing too much in the laboratory since his fur covered up so much of his body, but he at least had a lab coat hanging over his broad shoulders and some tight jammers over his bottom half for the sake of modesty - though all it did was outline the musculature of his powerful thighs. The coat was more or less performing the same as his jammers, covering little while accentuating how powerful his muscles were underneath.

    “ I do suppose delivering gits to everyone in one night can be quite daunting for someone new to the job, ” Hank mused, though he honestly was curious if such a feat was due to a genetic mutation, a mastery of magic or some undiscovered technology. “ If you truly mean no harm to us here, I would be a fool to refuse a gift from Santa Claus... even one in training. ”

[henryclaus234]

@himboner

Henry was glad for the ear splitting noise to go away. The alarm system at the Pole was more visual and was interlocked with the Northern Lights and that was much easier to handle. Though it probably said something that singing elves had about the same pitch as the Beast lab alarm.

He'd think about that later.

"Thank you-" Henry said with a little nod as the alarm was turned out and just quirked a slight brow at the laughter after he mentioned James Howlett. He still had a scar about the size of a freckle across his forearm from that guy.

Hank was an impressive man. Henry would be the first to say such a thing. And the way his body unfurled itself- well, Henry did yearn a little. He was romantic in his own way and frankly there weren't many dating options at the North Pole. But at least his red velvet pants were polite and even if he- stirred- a little- it certainly wouldn't be seen right away.

Though his face probably had a dead giveaway or two to how attractive he found Hank McCoy to be. Especially up close.

"Well, it's also-" Henry didn't blush but he shook his head a little. "This is not really an under the tree gift. It's much more personal and you know, not that you're necessarily a prude or anything but the policy on intimate gifts are usually one of hand delivery. Though the elves wouldn't deliver here after what James did to the last one and mistook him for a sentient garden gnome. So it's the least I could do even though it is late-" he babbled.

He rummaged through the bag and brought out an unassuming medium sized box. It was wrapped very handsomely and had Hank's name on the tag. And inside on a velvet pillow was a seemingly made to spec ultra durable double ended with vibrational setting fleshlight that could stretch and endure beast like punishment.

[henryclaus234]

Bro, Come With Me : Buck x Henry

@galahadsboy

What did you get a guy that had the world at his fingertips? Buck Stone's name had been on the good list for a long time and yet, they'd never gotten him anything satisfactory in Henry's mind.

What Buck needed was something different. Something personal. So he'd stepped into the timeline. Where he hadn't existed before, now he was living in the same complex and playing on the same team with Buck.

And honestly? Football was fun. But it wasn't as fun as reindeer games.

"Buck! Bro! What are you doing after the season ends, huh?" Henry asked, hands clapping onto bare shoulders in the locker room. It was Henry's way and nobody seemed to be telling him not to be gregarious or touchy feel.

But then again, nobody seemed to be bothered by his rampant locker room nudity either. Which was nice.

[henryclaus234]

@galahadsboy

Henry's tongue swirled over the head. "Promises, promises-" he said with a purr in his throat. "You think I'm playing tonsil honkey so I can't swallow your load? I could pull off-" he teased. He pouted at little at Buck, with tons of affection though. "- but I really don't wanna-" he said, tongue gently circling the slit of the head now. Fully teasing without a care in the world.

This was going even better than expected. "How big is your monster, sexy? Gonna make me gag with it?"

[henryclaus234]

Bro, Come With Me : Buck x Henry

@galahadsboy

What did you get a guy that had the world at his fingertips? Buck Stone's name had been on the good list for a long time and yet, they'd never gotten him anything satisfactory in Henry's mind.

What Buck needed was something different. Something personal. So he'd stepped into the timeline. Where he hadn't existed before, now he was living in the same complex and playing on the same team with Buck.

And honestly? Football was fun. But it wasn't as fun as reindeer games.

"Buck! Bro! What are you doing after the season ends, huh?" Henry asked, hands clapping onto bare shoulders in the locker room. It was Henry's way and nobody seemed to be telling him not to be gregarious or touchy feel.

But then again, nobody seemed to be bothered by his rampant locker room nudity either. Which was nice.

[henryclaus234]

@galahadsboy

The great thing about Henry was that he was very versatile. He could just as easily be happy sucking a guy off as getting sucked off and then some. And for Buck, he'd give him whatever he wanted.

And Buck's body and cock- even if he hadn't been secretly Santa in training- well- that was something dreams were made of. Mmm. It was so thick and plump and he couldn't wait to see it hard. To feel it. Or to have Buck feel him.

But they did have all weekend.

Henry couldn't really respond without popping the dick out of his mouth. "You have an exceptional dick, bro. Has anyone ever told you? How handsome you are? How beautiful this dick of yours is? Mmm. Best weekend ever huh?" he asked. His free hand slid up Buck's torso as if to say he couldn't get enough.

And then his mouth went right back on that big, beautiful dick.

[himboner]

HENRY CLAUS.

Late Delivery: Hank x Henry

@himboner

It was technically past Christmas. Fine. But there were always some exceptions to the arbitrary rules of yore. And Henry being the Santa in training had a bit of leeway more than dad did.

The trouble was that wherever Beast was staying didn’t have a fireplace and so he was coming down some sort of AC unit. And he seemed to be setting off some sort of alarm.

When he tumbled into the room, skittering to a halt just short of landing on his face, he was pleasantly surprised to see he’d found the right guy.

He hoped the idea of who he was came across. He did have the red jacket on and the red velvet pants, though he favored Carharrts more than his dad’s favorite black boot brand.

“Hi! Sorry. I think I- I’m- I’m Santa!” He said over the alarms if they were still blaring. “Hello. And Hank McCoy, I have a very special christmas gift for you-” he said with a smile.

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    Hank McCoy was not exactly surprised when a full-grown man clad in red and white clothing came out of his laboratory’s AC unit. Even when the handsome, young man claimed an origin so outrageous, the blue-furred scientist merely fixed his glasses in an effort to better focus on his presence. Honestly, Hank McCoy had already developed some theories on the existence of Jolly Old Saint Nicholas despite the ridicule he received from his friends and colleagues for digging deep into a childish belief. Over the years he had come to the conclusion that if Santa did exist, then it was quite likely he was some sort of mutant with a penchant for time manipulation or reality warping... how else would he achieve such amazing feats of travel and secrecy.

    “ You believe you are Santa? ” Hank chuckled, unsure if his theories were being answered or if this man before him was delirious. Currently there was a good chance he was dealing with a mutant with the ability to travel through electrical channels and a dismal affinity for lying on the spot. “ I expected you to be... fatter and jollier. ”

    A large, thick finger came to push at a button on his desk and the alarm ceased ringing throughout the floor. Hank did not feel like he was at risk of endangering himself, though his curiosity did often get the better of him.

    “ I don’t mean to question your... experience as Santa Claus, but you are aware it is January 2nd, yes? A little late for Christmas gifts and yuletide celebrations. ” 

[henryclaus234]

@himboner

"I mean, technically Santa in training - can we turn off the alarm? You're very aware I'm here-" he pointed out. "If you wanna be technical about it, Dad is technically Santa. And he is pretty jolly, though as far as fat- don't ask him to bench press you. He could-" Henry said with a virulent nod where his hair flopped just slightly down around his forehead.

Henry let out a sigh through his nose. "I know. I know. But you know you guys are hard to track down, right? Like between the jet and the secret rooms in the mansion and James Howlett's hair trigger-" Henry quirked his brow. "Look, I'm trying here. It was my first year. I made a couple of mistakes and I'm working through them, okay? Sometimes the intimate gifts take a little longer on the production line."

"Besides-" he held up a matching red velvet bag. "I've got the bag and everything and I've got a gift in here for you. It's a good gift. I think you'll like it-" Henry chirped and smiled. "And if you don't, you can always lie."

He liked it sometimes when handsome guys lied to him. Though this was the first time a blue one had.

[henryclaus234]

A Nice Little Break: Open

For a male muse anywhere from a Penn Badgley type to a Josh Duhamel type.

He stood at the window, watching the snow and drinking his hot toddy. It was still cold enough for snow at this elevation and it was one of the prettiest things around. He loved the stillness it brought with it and he loved not feeling the pressure of his holiday as well.

"The fire is nice-" he said to the handsome stranger who was also near the fireplace, or perhaps had just walked by and they caught each other's gaze. And it was true. The fire was very nice.

[henryclaus234]

Gift Giver: Henry x Dean

@askbigbrolucifer

"You are a hard man to track down, Dean Winchester-" Henry said, folding his arms as he set down the gift. "My father sends his regards and would like to remind you that you can still be a certain type of naughty but be on the nice list."

The gift was undeniably beautiful in decoration and frankly luminous with the beautiful paper. It sat on the diner table right next to where Dean's food would be going.

Dean had been alone in the booth a moment ago and Henry suddenly sat across from him as if by magic. Because it had been.

[henryclaus234]

@askbigbrolucifer

"Only from afar. They have a whole Morpheus and Apollo thing going on in the sky. They helped craft what you call the Northern Lights. Beautiful, quick. but kind of aggressive. Not useful for sleigh pulling. Some things are just meant to be afar, I guess." But Henry didn't sound bummed. It was just more factual. There were lots of beautiful things in his life. He figured as long as he didn't bother the unicorns, they wouldn't bother him.

"I gotta settle down and then he fully retires and lives out his last hundred. My beard comes and goes as it is currently but the full manifestation will come after my wedding night. There's a whole moment and then I know and then I am officially fully Santa and I'll never be able to do anything like this again. But the trade-off is joy for all kids, so- worth it-" Henry said, though sometimes he wondered if it was too much. Too regimented. He'd never escape it and wasn't even sure if he did what he'd even do.

And it was nice. He was happy.

"I mean, I do rock a pretty nice beard. I do have the jawline for it-" he pointed out. He was glad Dean had finished his food. It was energy he'd need for later. But that was going to spoil the surprise so he didn't say much.

"It's always good to indulge-" he smiled. Okay. So he said a little.

"Well, no guns at the Pole but candy canes are surprisingly good for making pointy defense weapons-" Henry pointed out. "Not that I'm so keen on stabbing things but it is something good to know."

"Mmhmm. Part of the magic is you get to spend your whole life together. It's pretty romantic and each Mrs. Claus does have their own speciality they bring to christmas. It's quite nice."

[davidkarofskyindie]

henryclaus234​:

@davidkarofskyindie

Dennis gave a soft smile and spoke low. His smile was a little impish. “So you didn’t want to start an Only Fans with me and completely buck the studio system? he said. His voice was half tease and half serious.

“But it is better when you can do just what comes naturally, right?” Henry didn’t mind a bit of hard work and though when there had been a camera, he’d been plowed or had plowed with a bit more pace and urgency- now, he could wait for Alan’s body to respond. To open to him.

Just the way nature intended him to do. He yearned to be fully enveloped in Alan’s hole, pubis bone to hole. He yearned to be so deep and it felt so lovely already and would feel even more lovely as they consummated this devilishly delicious act.

“You say the best things,” Henry purred. “- babe-” he added. Just to see if Alan liked hearing Henry say that. It was certainly a sincere thought.

“I don’t think you’re old at all. I think you’re beautiful-” Henry said, pushing deep inside and letting out a groan. “Oh- oh fuck-” he purred. “Mmm. This hole. Love this hole so much. Like you so much Alan. Mmm. Mmmm-” he said, his words starting to sound just a bit like gibberish.

“So handsome-” he said, his pace picking up just slightly, somewhat out of need and self preservation. He felt like he hadn’t just had sex twice in a day. This felt like the first time, at least during this day. “Squeeze my cheeks, babe. You know you want to. Squeeze'em hard!”

Alan gripped firmly onto Henry’s biceps as the big dicked hunk just owned his ass, feeling every inch of the man stretching his hole and bottoming out. Just comparing this to when they’d been on set, there was a kind of intensity and passion that just overwhelmed him that certainly wasn’t there on set. On set it’d been about performing for the camera but here it felt real, there was an intimacy that he couldn’t begin to describe but he craved it so much.

“Oh fuck, I feel pretty beautiful now… have to be to get a man as hot as you pounding my hole!” he moaned in a low needy voice, panting and whimpering as he looked right into those eyes and letting out a needy moan “Fuck, that hole is yours… fuck, you make me feel so fucking good… you’re so amazing… fucking can’t get enough of you”.

His whimpering and moaning got a little more high pitched and wanton, feeling the man speeding up aa little and hitting him with more intensity. he let his hands slip down to those ample ass cheeks and caressed them firmly “Fuck you have an amazing ass Henry… and cock… and body… and mouth… and face… you’re just completely fucking perfect, you know that?” he panted out, fingers teasing the man’s hole as he went in for another kiss.

Alan hadn’t felt this desired while fucking in a long time, every inch of his body was tingling with pure pleasure and he let out the lowest neediest moan feeling some precum oozing out between them “Oh fuck… Henry… god, harder… I can take it… give me all you fucking have!”

[henryclaus234]

@davidkarofskyindie

Henry bit softly down on his bottom lip, enjoying the tactile sensations. Enjoying how Alan held onto him. Enjoying every scrap of this moment and the hunky guy begging to take his load.

Henry slid in all the way, thrusting hard until they pressed together so much there wasn't even hot tub between them. He paused there and kissed the other hard. His cock twitched, some pre-cum spilling deep inside the other. "You are. Incredibly beautiful." And he said it with every bit of meaning he possessed.

"Alan-Alan-Alan-" he said in hushed, reverent tones as he picked the pace back up. Nearly pulling back out and then slamming the whole length back in again until he was dizzy with being balls deep. "You were the first guy I ever jerked off to watching porn-" he confessed. "This is the best day of my life."

"Fuck-" he growled, gasping into the kiss. Gasping at the fingers in his hole. "Please tell me you're gonna breed me too-" he said, smiling. Eyes dancing. "Please tell me you wanna make me moan just like you are now-" he panted. Desperate and warm and loving the way the hot tub moved with the ripples of his passionate thrusting.

Alan was so tight around him. Well- not tight. Really more perfect than anything.

Henry let out a little gasp at Alan's need and then he moved so he was deep inside him, pressing their foreheads together. And then he began to fuck the other. Not holding back. He panted and his breath shortened. "Oh fuck. Alan. Alan I need to cum in you. Need to cum in you so bad. I'm sorry I know it's so soon but I can-" he panted. "I can do more. I wanna do everything you want-" he begged.

[henryclaus234]

@barbwireandblood

"It's not that weird. The idea of things that aren't explainable? Come on, ghosts are a weirder idea than Santa-" Henry pointed out.

Henry gave a little smile at the cynicism and now at the way Daniel somehow was trying to explain away Baileys turning into eggnog.

Henry quirked his brow at the order from Daniel. He seemed a little frazzled by the transformation of the contents but Henry could do further and it was a busy enough club that it was likely to all go unnoticed.

"I'm always going to weird but honestly, weird isn't the worst thing anyone could be." While Daniel was looking, Henry magicked the food service mats Daniel was standing on to be gift wrapped in Daniel's favorite colors. "And I'll take another drink. A rum and coke would be nice. "

[henryclaus234]

@barbwireandblood

"What makes you weird?" Henry asked in a curious tone. He himself had some inklings but a naughty and nice list could only take him so far. It was nice to get to know the person behind the name, honestly.

Henry tilted his head. "You see, if you'd have just agreed the first time, we wouldn't have had all those problems-" he said with a smile. "I really didn't want to have to do all that. But, it's all for good. Because now you get your gifts that you're owed. Start with the one where you got the coke can from. That's my second favorite-" he said and his eyes twinkled.

The beautifully decorated box in the fridge where the cokes were was the perfect size for the watch Daniel had always wanted and had never gotten when he was a kid.

[henryclaus234]

Gift Giver: Henry x Dean

@askbigbrolucifer

"You are a hard man to track down, Dean Winchester-" Henry said, folding his arms as he set down the gift. "My father sends his regards and would like to remind you that you can still be a certain type of naughty but be on the nice list."

The gift was undeniably beautiful in decoration and frankly luminous with the beautiful paper. It sat on the diner table right next to where Dean's food would be going.

Dean had been alone in the booth a moment ago and Henry suddenly sat across from him as if by magic. Because it had been.

[henryclaus234]

@askbigbrolucifer

"Pfft. Unicorns? I mean, they're not real in this universe. You think we use reindeer for aesthetic? Well, we do but also they're like close cousins. If we had unicorns, we'd be even faster-" Henry pointed out as though this was a normal thing to say over a diner breakfast.

Henry gave a smile and nod. "That's right. You're the best example of a gray mortal honestly. I think you have the capacity for goodness that would outstrip us all if certain things would get out of your way. And for that I salute you."

Henry gave a little smile. "It's not really. I spent most of my life sheltered. The only time I got to leave the Pole for the first 150 years or so was for family vacation. And the hundred years after that I had to have an escort. 75 will go by in a blink, you know? Besides. In order to find love or romance or even compatibility- I'd have to be with someone who wanted to spend the rest of their life in a beautiful but lonely frozen tundra-" he said, making a face. "There's surrogacy, adoption. Sure. Sure. It's better for all involved if it's a bloodline thing though. I don't want any coming after my kid because of some dumb vague loophole rule somewhere in lore-" he said, his mouth tightening a little. "But, that's for future Henry to worry about-" he continued quickly, trying for cheerfulness again.

Henry groaned. "Well, great grandpa and great uncle Jessup didn't do so well with clocks and the elves got it in their heads to be helpful. So very creepy. I'm just glad I never punted one across the room waking me up in my sleep like that. No thanks. I'll stick with my coffee maker, ya know?"

"Yeah. I mean, right now I'm in my mid-30s so they'd stay that until they caught up on the linear timeline and then my full beard comes in and we're in our fifties for like, I dunno, a hundred of your years here or whatever. But like I said, it goes quick. Time is weird at the Pole."

[henryclaus234]

Gift Giver: Henry x Dean

@askbigbrolucifer

"You are a hard man to track down, Dean Winchester-" Henry said, folding his arms as he set down the gift. "My father sends his regards and would like to remind you that you can still be a certain type of naughty but be on the nice list."

The gift was undeniably beautiful in decoration and frankly luminous with the beautiful paper. It sat on the diner table right next to where Dean's food would be going.

Dean had been alone in the booth a moment ago and Henry suddenly sat across from him as if by magic. Because it had been.

[henryclaus234]

@askbigbrolucifer

"No. There's a weather guy. Jack Frost is a real thing. We have a new one this year I haven't met actually so he might be a dick. But I'm hoping not-" Henry offered as though that was such a normal thing. "And some weather is just weather. There's no like deity of late autumn or anything, though technically the Easter Bunny is a transmutation of a demigoddess. But that's a whole lot of religion and politics over pancakes, ya know?"

Things changed but as much as they did, they stayed the same too.

"We do have some magic. But it's based on belief, not weather. Very old school kind of thing-" Henry said, bobbing his head. He didn't talk this way a lot so it was nice to get it out when people had questions.

Henry gave Dean a smirk. "Well, the Robin Hood principle is in play. Since he's part of the Winter Feast Hunt. That is a real thing. I do keep meaning to ask Jim Butcher about that. He got that part like a little *too* right, you know what I mean?" Henry furrowed his brow in a bit of a puzzled way.

"But also. It's because you have extenuating circumstances. Under normal mortal law- maybe you'd have been on the naughty list once or twice. But we both know you're not a normal mortal. And you kinda stretch the term a bit. But for the sake of the naughty/nice list, you're a mortal."

Henry made a noise in the back of his throat. "Ugh. Dad wishes. He wants a grandkid before he passes away and I'm like please do not rush me, you know? I'm only 325. I've barely like lived a little, you know?" Henry said. "And then there's the whole me being gay thing. There is a loophole about adoption so if I did find a Mr. Claus- that would- work out. And the neat thing is, if they accept, they pretty much stop aging until we've caught up to each other. So that's a fun thing to think about-" Henry mused.

He had a hard time imagining being married. Having kids. Frankly, he couldn't even imagine a little him running around with elves and weredeer in a forest. It was weird. He certainly didn't feel 325.

Henry wiggled his nose a bit and took a sip of coffee, which magically refilled with eggnog when he wasn't paying attention. "They are- odd. Dad is very used to it but like from the outside looking in they are- very happy and I can't get a straight answer. So creepy but not like waking you up every day with a song creepy, ya know? At least, not anymore."

[henryclaus234]

Gift Giver: Henry x Dean

@askbigbrolucifer

"You are a hard man to track down, Dean Winchester-" Henry said, folding his arms as he set down the gift. "My father sends his regards and would like to remind you that you can still be a certain type of naughty but be on the nice list."

The gift was undeniably beautiful in decoration and frankly luminous with the beautiful paper. It sat on the diner table right next to where Dean's food would be going.

Dean had been alone in the booth a moment ago and Henry suddenly sat across from him as if by magic. Because it had been.

[henryclaus234]

@askbigbrolucifer

Henry nodded. "Lots of misconceptions. And of course things go into a song or a poem and then suddenly the truth is- not always what it appears to be. But I don't have to tell you-" he said thoughtfully. The Supernatural books being what they were had both an accuracy to them but also a sort of detached emptiness in Henry's eyes. He knew something in them could be both completely true and also completely misleading on face value.

Henry gave a hmm noise. "Changes a little year to year based on weather patterns. We have to deal with hurricane season pretty heavily and sometimes you want some nice cool, gentle air. Then the reindeer get a little break and don't get too tuckered out. Doesn't do any good to have your team out all night and come back completely spent and broken."

Henry quirked his brow. "I know a lot about you Dean Winchester. Your crimes, as they call it, they are immaterial as opposed to your heart." He tried to catch Dean's gaze with his own. "I promise."

"We'll have to find a place or maybe I can get some stuff and bring one to you," Henry said with a wide grin. "We could probably actually share one between the two of us with the right size cast iron. It'll go right to my hips-" he shrugged. "But that's fine with me! Totes worth it."

Henry let out a little noise. "There are a lot of things I can't change. Destiny is what it is and of course I'm supposed to get married by the time I'm 400 which- yikes- to think about-" he chuckled. "Mostly it's refining the traditions and going back and looking at the spirit of it instead of being on autopilot. Love my Dad but-" Henry shook his head. "He thought everything was so black and white. Not regard for circumstance. And that's not magic-" Henry said thoughtfully.

"Maybe I'm naive to want to change the world but you're only Santa once!"

"The elves and us have kind of a weird arrangement. They kinda serve the family and make toys, yeah, but something is weird about the whole thing. They are really into it. Like *really* into it. Like I don't know what else they've ever wanted to do in life but they're all really, really happy. I'm actually a little unnerved by it. Also, they're oddly good at dodgeball on gym days?"

[davidkarofskyindie]

henryclaus234​:

@davidkarofskyindie

Henry was a giant kind of fellow. Not just in his dick (though he was pretty big there if he did say so himself) but he was tall and seemed to take up room. Partially it was genetics but partially it was the allure he had. People had always wanted to look at him and Henry didn’t mind being looked at.

Especially the way Alan looked at him.

Henry chuckled a little. “Oh, you very much do. I believe in muses, so I would believe you if you told me you were one and that you were giving me some inspiration right now. Naughty inspiration especially.”

“Can you be more adorable?” Henry asked, gently furrowing his brow and grinning at the other. “I don’t think it’s more possible. Or maybe it’s because you’re so sexy with your legs right there, spread for me and linking with my hips. And the adage was true today. I hate to see you go but baby I love to watch you leave-” he purred, giving Alan a soft wink.

Henry let out a little gasp of pleasure as he began kissing Alan’s neck. “It’s better when they’re not filming, you know. I can really go the speed I want. Slowly like this. Quickly until I burst with abandon. Should I worship you or fuck you into pieces? You tell me what you want, Alan? I’ll make it happen-” he hissed.

His free hand he moved quickly towards Alan hip to keep them connected and pushed them both in the final thrust so Alan was pressed back against the hot tub wall.

And then he kissed Alan. Hard. Intimate. Familiar. He held it as he felt Alan’s hole moving and molding around his cock.

He only took a breath so he rest his forehead against Alan’s own. Then he began to rock his hips. Setting a fucking pace that wasn’t blistering. It was almost religious. It was maddening. It wasn’t slow, that wasn’t the word for it. Whatever it was was sexy and was meant to open Alan up just for him.

So many years in the porno industry had Alan used to being in control, being the daddy or the dom or something similar. getting the chance to let go and just enjoy something with Henry felt absolutely incredible, his body trembling in overwhelming desire as he felt Henry pushing inside him slow.

“So much better without the camera… no need to worry about angles or looking good, can just have fun” he panted in a low lustful moan while he held onto the man that filed him up, letting out a stunned gasp when he was pushed against the wall and kissed.

He returned that kiss with all the adoration and passion he had in him, his fingers slipping sensually along the man’s muscular upper body as he felt Henry rocking his hips and hitting him just right. Alan had bottomed a fair bit in his life but this felt different, like they were setting a pace they could maintain for an incredibly long time. 

He whimpered and moaned happily, feeling his cock throbbing hard between them as he was taken “Oh fuck… Henry… you are a fucking god” he panted in a low needy tone while his hands moved around to his lover’s lower back and down to fondle that firm muscular ass “God damn, I’d be fucked by you anywhere… anytime… as long as you can!” he panted out as he looked right into Henry’s eyes “You feel so good… fucking made for my tight old ass” he growled in a low lustful voice, letting out a happy needy moan of pleasure.

[henryclaus234]

@davidkarofskyindie

Dennis gave a soft smile and spoke low. His smile was a little impish. "So you didn't want to start an Only Fans with me and completely buck the studio system? he said. His voice was half tease and half serious.

"But it is better when you can do just what comes naturally, right?" Henry didn't mind a bit of hard work and though when there had been a camera, he'd been plowed or had plowed with a bit more pace and urgency- now, he could wait for Alan's body to respond. To open to him.

Just the way nature intended him to do. He yearned to be fully enveloped in Alan's hole, pubis bone to hole. He yearned to be so deep and it felt so lovely already and would feel even more lovely as they consummated this devilishly delicious act.

"You say the best things," Henry purred. "- babe-" he added. Just to see if Alan liked hearing Henry say that. It was certainly a sincere thought.

"I don't think you're old at all. I think you're beautiful-" Henry said, pushing deep inside and letting out a groan. "Oh- oh fuck-" he purred. "Mmm. This hole. Love this hole so much. Like you so much Alan. Mmm. Mmmm-" he said, his words starting to sound just a bit like gibberish.

"So handsome-" he said, his pace picking up just slightly, somewhat out of need and self preservation. He felt like he hadn't just had sex twice in a day. This felt like the first time, at least during this day. "Squeeze my cheeks, babe. You know you want to. Squeeze'em hard!"