Snowflakes
Arthur sat at his desk and went through the last of the papers that had accumulated. It was dark now. "How long have you been standing here?" he asked his question in the apparently completely empty room. But then a figure emerged from the dark shadows and you could sparsely see a young man with dark, chin-length hair and also dark clothing. "Isn't it time to go to bed?" the dark-haired replied, ignoring Arthur's question. Arthur closed his eyes and smiled, "And if I don't go, am I being naughty?" Santa's mouth twitched. Then the blond king heard how the clatter of footsteps approaching his desk. A shadow covered the light cast from the small desk lamp and Arthur felt his childhood friend's warm breath waft against his ear. "Do you really want to find out? You know, naughty kids get punished by Santa.~" he whispered against the blond's ear. Arthur shuddered at the grey-haired man's words. The prospect of a night with him aroused his lust. Immediately, he remembered their first time together. It was dark and cold. Sister and mother were out of the house and the snow was falling outside. He still remembered how the white slim body had felt on his. His big hands, which almost drove him insane and his broad shoulders, which he had been clinging to for support. For his "Knights of the Round Table" and the rest of the World Councils, he was Holy King. The one who guided them all. The one who was never weak. But with Santa it was different. For him, he was just Arthur. Santa straightened up and gave Arthur a quick kiss on his temple before turning to leave: "I'll wait for you in the bedroom." A sweet promise. Once his work was done, he would follow. His scent, the feel of his hair in his hands and the irrepressible love he felt for this man. For him, he was even willing to sacrifice his dream and destroy the Divine Gate. As he entered his bedchamber, he found the young man seated in his chair. The moon beautifully illuminated the beautiful white face. God, how he loved this man. When Santa spotted him, he walked right up to him, pinned him against the wall and kissed his lips demandingly. This time the white snow trickled down again.