Christmas morning meant sleeping an extra hour or so, though Marcus rarely found himself actually sleeping. Instead, he would hold his baby, watch Jim sleep, the long hair in tangled disarray, the handsome face relaxed. Jim looked so carefree as he slept, the brush of worry and stress and pain eased away completely. Even the crow's feet that had begun creeping in around his baby's eyes were practically gone as he slept.
This morning Jim's ass was still warm and pink from a good paddling before they'd gone to bed, and his morning wood tented the sheets. Marcus' own need was nestled happily against said ass, Jim's skin hot.
He tugged the covers down a touch, so he could admire the ink that covered Jim's skin. He knew it by heart, and yet he could spend hours looking at it, admiring.
He chuckled softly to himself. All these years and he was still as smitten with his boy as he had been from the start. He really couldn't ask for more than that. Merry Christmas to him.
The story of how Marcus and Jim met is Bent, and they appear in the just released Twas the Night.
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