Clopin's Christmas Present

It was six a.m. The time when all sane gypsy kings should be getting their sleep. But of course, Clopin Trouillefou was not a sane gypsy king. Here he was, up and cheerful, without a thought in his head except that it was Christmas morning.
Well, one other though had run through his mind as he awoke from his spot on the bed.

Where was Puck?

Clopin frowned at the empty spot beside him on the bed, glancing about the room in search of his lover. Had Puck already woken up? Puck wasn't normally an early riser, so Clopin couldn't help but think it unusual as he got up to get dressed. Shaking his head, he was in his clothes in an instant, trying to think of where the fae could be.

"Oh, Clopin..."

"Hmm?" Clopin frowned to himself from his place in the bedroom, glancing towards where he had heard the voice. "Puck?"

Clopin walked to the door of their bedroom, gazing around the doorframe curiously. His jaw dropped at what he saw waiting for him, his eyes widening.

Puck smiled coyly at the gypsy's shock, smirking from his spot beneath the Christmas tree. He was covered in red and green wrapping paper, the paper stopping at  his forearms and knees. It was cut and taped rather tightly and form fitting, and it was a wonder that it hadn't torn. Puck had worked especially hard to get it to stay that way, but it was all for Clopin's sake. A labor of love, it seemed. He was seated with his knees bent towards his chest, his arms propping up his slender figure from behind.

"I've gotten you a Christmas present," Puck cooed seductively.

Clopin lifted a hand to his warm face, reaching up to hold the bridge of his nose. There was a sharp pain on the inside, and as he pulled his hand away, his eyes widened at the slight trace of blood on his fingers.

Puck giggled, eyes half closed as he stared up at the gypsy. After a moment or two of staring, Clopin walked slowly over, bending down beside the elf. Reaching a hand to the side of his face, Clopin fingered a little tag attached to Puck's neck with a smirk.

"'To Clopin, from Puck'," Clopin read, raising an eyebrow at the fae. Smirking, he kissed Puck tenderly on the lips. "You amuse me, love," he whispered, echoing the other's words from the night before as he pulled away.

Puck smiled, reaching up to hold the other by the collar. "I know. Well, are you going to open it?" He grinned, a flirtatious look in his blue eyes.

Clopin could only smile back, taking the other's hand away from his collar so as to make the "unwrapping" easier. As he moved a hand to touch the brightly colored paper, he was surprised when his hand was stopped by Puck's own. The fae was smiling devilishly now, shaking his head gently. "There's a catch," he whispered. "You have to unwrap it with your teeth."

Clopin's eyebrows raised, his grin growing larger as he nodded in response. Bending down, he placed his lips so that they met Puck's neck gently. The gypsy tugged at the paper with his teeth softly, ripping a thin line down Puck's chest. The fae shivered at the sensation, smirking when Clopin continued to remove the rest of the paper on his chest. He paused before removing the rest, eyeing Puck with a smirk. Carefully, he bit the edge of some paper, pulling it back slowly with his teeth just brushing against Puck's skin. Puck reveled in the sensation, tilting his head back for a moment. His breathing was increasing, and he looked back down at Clopin with amusement as more of the paper was removed. Clopin smirked back, at last removing the rest of the paper with his teeth.

Pausing, Clopin looked back at Puck. "I assume that you want me to do something else, now that I've got my head down here," he asked, cocking one eyebrow.

Puck smiled back mischievously. "What do you think?"

Clopin eagerly responded, slowly taking the Puck into his mouth. Puck shuddered, leaning forward slightly as the gypsy worked his tongue around his cock. After a few moments of this, Clopin eventually grew more passionate in his actions, and roughly took the fae by the shoulders to push him down. Their lips meeting again, Clopin took control, familiarly holding Puck in his arms as he struggled to remove his tunic.

A few minutes later, they were definitely rocking around the Christmas tree. Stuff that one in your stocking, dear reader!