Chapter 58 COSTUMES
The holiday lights twinkled through the clothing store's windows, casting a festive glow over racks of costumes and accessories. Anton strode confidently down the aisle, his broad shoulders cutting through the crowd like he owned the place. Eli trailed behind, cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and nerves. This was his idea: a spicy Christmas roleplay to heat things up with Anton and Julian. Even though he didn't boldly say it, that's what he meant when he wished for a costume.
Eli wanted to push his boundaries, to explore that submissive side bubbling under his skin, and Anton had jumped on it with his usual dominant flair.
Anton stopped at a display of Santa suits, plucking two identical ones off the rack: plush red velvet coats with white fur trim, black boots, and those classic wide belts.
“These will do nicely for me and Julian,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he held one up to Eli's frame. “Big, jolly Santas to handle a naughty boy like you.” Eli's pulse quickened at the implication, his smaller body already responding to Anton's commanding presence.
Eli scanned the shelves, his eyes landing on a white and red onesie designed for playful mischief. It was soft flannel, striped like a candy cane, with a zipper running right along the seat… perfect for easy access without stripping down.
He picked it up shyly, fingers tracing the teeth of the zip. “This... this could work for me,” he murmured, imagining how exposed he'd feel with just a quick tug.
Anton raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Bold choice, baby. Let's try them on to make sure they fit.”
In the fitting room, the curtain swished shut behind them, enclosing them in a space that smelled faintly of new fabric and anticipation.
Eli stripped first, shimmying out of his shorts and shirt until he stood in just his briefs. He stepped into the onesie, the material hugging his lithe frame snugly, the zipper at his ass a tantalizing secret. Anton watched with hooded eyes, already half-hard in his slacks as he pulled on the Santa coat over his clothes for a test fit.
“Well?” Anton prompted, voice rough.
Eli turned, bending slightly to demonstrate. “See? Easy access.” His fingers hooked the zipper pull, dragging it down slowly. The fabric parted, revealing the smooth curve of his ass cheeks, his tight hole peeking out, pink and untouched in the mirror's reflection. The cool air kissed his skin, making him shiver.
Anton's breath hitched, his cock straining visibly against his pants now. “Fuck, Eli. You're playing with fire.”
Before Eli could zip back up, Anton was on him, pinning him against the fitting room wall with a firm hand on his hip. Their mouths crashed together in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as Anton's stubble scraped Eli's jaw. Eli moaned into it, hands fisting Anton's shirt, the Santa coat bunching up between them. Anton's fingers dug into Eli's exposed ass, kneading the flesh before one thick digit circled his hole teasingly. “Look what you've done,” Anton growled against his lips. “Got me hard as a rock in a damn store.”
Eli whimpered, dropping to his knees on the carpeted floor, the onesie still unzipped and framing his face with innocent fluff.
“Let me fix it, sir,” he whispered, eyes wide and eager as he unzipped Anton's fly. The cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Eli leaned in, lips parting to take the tip into his warm mouth. He sucked gently at first, tongue swirling around the slit to lap up the salty bead, then hollowed his cheeks and bobbed deeper.
Anton groaned, one hand threading through Eli's hair to guide him. “That's it, good boy. Suck Santa's cock like the naughty slut you are.”
Eli's throat relaxed, taking more of the length, the musky taste filling his senses as he worked his head back and forth. Saliva dripped down his chin, wetting the onesie's collar, while Anton's hips rocked shallowly, fucking Eli's mouth with controlled thrusts.
The fitting room mirror reflected it all: Eli on his knees, ass bare and zipper gaping, Anton's Santa-clad form towering over him. Eli's own cock twitched in the confines of the onesie, aching for attention, but he focused on pleasing, humming around the shaft until Anton's grip tightened.
“Fuck—gonna cum,” Anton hissed, pulling out just enough to stroke himself. Eli tilted his head back, mouth open and tongue out, begging silently.
Hot spurts landed on his tongue, filling his mouth with thick, salty cum that he swallowed greedily, some dribbling down his chin onto the red fabric.
Anton tucked himself away, zipping up with a satisfied sigh. “Problem solved. Now let's buy these and get home before I bend you over right here.”
Eli stood on shaky legs, zipping his ass closed, face flushed and lips swollen.
The drive home blurred by in a haze of speeding tires and stolen glances. Anton gripped the wheel tighter than necessary, the engine roaring as they blew through yellow lights. Eli sat in the passenger seat, thighs pressed together, the taste of Anton still lingering on his tongue. By the time they pulled into the driveway of the house, the sun had dipped low, painting the sky in holiday reds and golds.
Upstairs in the bedroom, Anton stripped down and donned the full Santa costume— coat, pants, the works— his muscular frame filling it out imposingly.
Eli followed suit, the onesie feeling even more provocative now, the zipper a promise of what's to come.
“Kneel by the bed, naughty boy,” Anton instructed, voice laced with authority. Eli dropped to his knees on the plush rug, hands clasped behind his back, heart pounding.
Anton left the room, heading to Julian's home office down the hall.
Julian looked up from his desk, eyebrows raised at Anton's Santa getup. “What's this? Early Christmas? He was serious about playing dress up?”
Anton chuckled, handing over the second costume. “Well, our brave boy got a plan. He wants to beg Santa Claus for a gift— as a naughty boy in that slutty onesie of his. Zipper right at his ass for easy access. We tried it on in the store, and he sucked me off to calm me down so I didn't fuck him in public.”