mouth to land on the dusky skinjust above the pucker and mentally congratulated himself on his aim.Martin whimpered and flinched, and Henry spit again and watched theviscous fluid run down over Martins twitching hole.Henry, please,Martin murmured, low and urgent.Please what?I want yourmouth.Be patient,Henry told him. He slapped Martins ass hard enough to sting, thensmoothed away the hurt with a caress, and Martin gasped andshuddered.He spread Martinscheeks again and rubbed his finger over the tight opening, pushingjust the tip inside, and was gratified to hear a little growl fromMartin. He bent and bit Martins left cheek hard enough to make himyelp and then began to lick him.Long strokes of histongue back and forth over the hole then circling it with his tongue,pushing at the muscle, plunging inside. Martin moaned and shook; hewas so sensitive here, so responsive to everything Henry did. Theskin felt so smooth and thin beneath his tongue, delicate but elasticand hot. Martin was even hotter inside and quivered, breath hitching,as Henry tried to push his tongue in deeper, then deeper still.Henry could feel inthe way Martins body shuddered that he was touching himself, hishand moving over his cock. Henry lifted his face from Martins ass.Stop it, he said. You cant touch yourself.Please! Martinbegged. Please, Henry!Not yet, Henryinsisted. Not unless you want me to stop.No, Henry,please dont stop!He bent back to histask, licking and nipping at the tender skin. Martin began to breathein sobs, began to beg, please, Henry, over and over again. Itwas only when Martin was hiccupping and frantic that Henry decidedhed withstood enough and oiled his cock and fucked him.Touch yourself,he said, pushing the head of his cock into Martins spasming hole.Now you can touch yourself.It didnt takeMartin long to finish, wracked with tremors and calling Henrysname. Henry came then, too, pulled Martin close, and curled aroundhim.Merry Christmas,he said, his voice muffled by Martins hair.Martin chuckled andreached back to keep him close. Merry Christmas to you, too,Henry.Ive beenspoiled, you know, Henry told him. Theres never going to bea better present than you.I could say thesame. He turned in Henrys arms and kissed him.Did you haveChristmas at Ganymede? With a tree and presents?We had a big treeand a nice dinner, and we all got a tangerine and a piece of candy,but no, we didnt have Christmas like people out in the world.There were too many of us to have presents.Henry hesitated amoment, considering whether he would say anything after all, but thenoffered, I...I have something for you, actually.For me? Martinwas plainly delighted. Youre giving me...a present?Its nothing,really. Henry was already regretting committing himself to sharingthe gift. Im pretty sure I didnt do it right.A present...Martin repeated, his tone wondering.Dont get tooexcited, Henry warned him. Let me just get it.The present was inhis desk drawer, small enough to hide in his hand. Hed made itjust over a week ago, hunched over his desk pretending to bediligently doing homework while Martin played the violin at his back.Martin satcross-legged near their pillows, beaming with anticipation and Henrycringed a little, quite sure that Martin would be underwhelmed by hisoffering, possibly even offended. He