Persistence

A/N: We wanted to do a little Christmas special for you, so here's Syran and Jaromir wishing merry Christmas to you all! We also try to add the second part for New Years Eve ;)

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CHRISTMAS CHAPTER (not part of the real story)

Jaromir smirked when he peeped around a tree trunk, seeing Syran kneeling behind a bush, looking out for him just to the opposite direction. The tall man cautiously formed a snowball and aimed carefully before he threw it. The frosty projectile hit the prince on his shoulder, snow covering the small man's arm, side of the neck and cheek. Jaromir grinned and with a war cry jumped on the surprised blond, rubbing snow in his face, laughing hard.

Syran squalled, feeling the cold snow attacking his skin and before he knew it the thief was knocking him over and rubbing snow on his face! How evil! The prince was struggling beneath the other and desperately grasped some snow to pay back to the taller man and pressed his snow covered palm into the others face before making his escape, crawling on the snow, looking back, snickering in excitement. "You can't catch me a second time!"

Jaromir grinned at Syran and then jumped, but the small man evaded his attack in the last second. Jaromir growled playfully, his tail swishing back and forth. "I will get you and then..." He licked his lips, the grin on his face growing wider and then he started to chase after Syran.

Syran looked back, getting a little out of breath but still snickering. He liked this game, it excited him and he knew getting caught was equally exciting but the stalling of it made it even more thrilling. He distracted Jaromir and finally hid behind a tree, carefully trying to sneak a look of where the other one was.

When Syran peeked around the tree, he looked directly into Jaromir's face and the tall man leaned forward, pressing his lips against the blonde’s, wrapping his arms around the lithe form of his lover, one hand stroking a white tail, the other cupping a tight buttock. "Did this count as catching you?" Jaromir whispered against slightly wet lips before slipping his tongue past them.

Syran smiled to the kiss, wrapping his own arms around Jaromir and pulling him closer. "And now I caught you," he murmured somewhere between kisses that slowly deepened, warmth shared in the cold, making it feel even better.

"Hmmm, but I was first..." Jaromir replied and a small mischievous glint in his eyes was the only warning Syran got before the thief took some snow from a low hanging branch, lifted the waistband of Syran's pants and dropped the cold whiteness into it, rubbing it against the firm buttocks.

Syran shrieked. "You evil! It's cold!" He whined. "EVIL!" He tried to struggle from the hold, wriggling miserably and giving a faint shove against Jaromir's chest.

"Are you cold?" Jaromir held his writhing lover tightly in his hold. "Perhaps I should warm you up then?" He started to massage the tail base and resumed kissing Syran breathless, rubbing a leg between the blonde’s thighs.

Slowly Syran's struggling eased the snow was melting making him shiver and his cheeks turned hot at Jaromir's warming efforts that were... working. "Evil..." he muttered, already answering the kisses.”Evil thief..." 'and sexy' his mind added as his arms slowly wrapped around the dark haired man once again.

"We have to work on your compliments, little one," Jaromir murmured between kisses, pressing his lover against the tree behind them. He felt Syran's dick starting to grow hard a little and grinned, doubling his efforts. Syran's gaze started to mist and then Jaromir wriggled out of the other's hold and turned. "Whoever is last in the cabin has to cook dinner." With this he made a dash towards their cabin, laughter echoing through the woods.

Syran gasped; that bastard! He planned that! Evil! Still feeling disoriented Syran tried to hurry after the other, but running with a hard on proved to be rather difficult and when he finally made it to the cabin he knew he had lost. He banged the door close after him and pointed his finger at the thief. "You are in big trouble!" He told him.

Jaromir smirked. "I guess I am. I will get burnt water for dinner, knowing your cooking skills."

Syran huffed and made his way closer to the other man looking determined and threatening. "Evil..." He muttered before pushing Jaromir against the nearest wall and giving him a long dominating kiss.

Jaromir melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping loosely around the other's shoulders. The thief closed his eyes and sighed contently, a low purr forming in his throat.

Syran slid his hands down on Jaromir’s waist, his leg sneaking between the taller man’s. He broke the kiss for a moment to look at the thief, grinning at his expression and slowly starting to rub against him.

Jaromir moaned a little, resting his forehead against Syran's, looking into bright turquoise eyes. "Don't you... have to... un...." His breath became a little harsh. "Prepare a... dinner... ahhh..."

Syran narrowed his eyes slightly, sneaking his hand behind Jaromir and grasping his tail base. "Should I... really?" He asked with a purr massaging the furry tail and continuing to rub against the thief, gasping from pleasure.

"I need... Gods..." Jaromir mewled a little, trying to press more into the caress which proved quite difficult with the hand on his back, caressing his tail, and the thigh rubbing his front-tail. "Something... to devour..."

"Hmm?" Syran asked. "What could that be?" He breathed huskily.

Jaromir bit his lip, the slight pain clearing his mind a bit and he lifted Syran a little from the floor, switching positions, pressing the young man against the wall, purring against a white, fluffy ear: "I want a royal meal!"

Syran shivered and grinned, unable to silence a small purr, his tail flickered and circled Jaromir's waist. "Enjoy..." He whispered and caught his lips into a slow sensual kiss.

Jaromir pressed closer to Syran and then carried the lithe man to the bear skin of a grizzly that lay in front of fireplace and lowered him down onto it, starting to undress his prince. When he was done he quickly got up and undressed himself, fishing the bottle with oil from his pockets and turned and stood there stunned. Syran was glowing warmly with the dancing fire, his white skin a perfect contrast to the dark pelt, deep blue eyes looking at him and a white hardness waiting for his caress. Jaromir gulped and was sure that he could not do much without coming the instant his cock came in contact with that snow-white beauty, so he kissed swollen red lips once more. The dark Ylvas then rested his knees beside Syran's head and bent forward, kissing along his lover's swollen manhood, his own hips high in the air, tempting Syran, but out of reach of his lover's mouth, a single drop of pre-cum dripping down.

Syran licked his lips, opening his legs wider. He brought his head up slightly wanting to reach for Jaromir's hardened flesh but it was out of reach and so he had to satisfy with kissing the knee close to his head, moaning at the feel of Jaromir's lips against his own length. His hips moved, begging for more contact, his hand moving up along Jaromir's thighs.

Jaromir run his hand over the inside of Syran's thighs, burying his nose into his lover's crotch. He had become addicted to this smell some time in the past and he could barely get enough of it but Syran moved his hips and Jaromir smiled but took mercy on his needy lover, slipping the foreskin back to reveal the purplish-red head and sucked it into his mouth while he lubed two fingers, pushing one gently into the blonde’s opening.

Syran closed his eyes, his lips parted to another silent moan, continuing to cares Jaromir’s thighs and finally his tail knowing how the other enjoyed it. He gently pushed against the finger, shivering, everything felt good; the softness under his back, the warmth of the fire, the hotness of Jaromir's mouth, the touch inside, the feel of the thief’s fur against his palm...

Jaromir moaned around Syran's hot flesh and finally could no longer hold back and lowered his hips and nudged the tip of his dick against his lover's lips gently simultaneous when his second finger pushed against Syri's sphincter, breaching it when his dick was greedily sucked into a hot mouth. He took in more of his lover's cock while slipping his finger and dick deeper into Syran.

The prince hummed happily around Jaromir's organ, feeling hot all over and incredibly turned on. He sucked the hard, thick organ eagerly, enjoying his lovers now familiar taste that he simply couldn’t get enough from. His own hips rolled gently indicating further just how eager he was.

Jaromir felt a hot feeling settling in his stomach and balls, and he wanted to come so much it almost hurt but felt so wonderful at the same time it was driving him crazy. He curled his fingertips up inside Syran, massaging the spot that made his lover go crazy, bobbing his head up and down on the white, hard length, sucking and rubbing his tongue over it. Then something exploded in him and it took all his control that was left to not push into the hot wetness, his body trembling with intense pleasure and he moaned, caressing his Syran's dick eagerly while enjoying that wonderful, breathtaking orgasm.

Syran drank his lovers juice, the taste and feel turning him on further, bringing him closer and closer, the shivering of his body growing further, squeezing Jaromir's thigh, so close, so very close...

Jaromir withdrew his fingers - that would be taken care of later – and started to caress Syran's white, fluffy tail, giving it long strokes from the base to the tip. The dark Ylvas let Syran's pulsing organ slip from his mouth and tilted it up a little, licking from base to tip in synchronisation with his caress of the other's tail before he went down on it again, sucking and swirling his tongue over the head, his other hand massaging the shaft and balls.

The sensations grew too strong, too wonderful, too... perfect. Syran started to pant, his eyes closing, his toes curling as he finally felt his orgasm move through him, strong, powerful... So wonderful, he trembled as the waves slowly moved past him leaving his body fully satisfied and relaxed, his hand reached weakly to caress Jaromir’s hair. "Wonderful...." He murmured, before pulling the other one even closer, against his chest, his arms wrapping around the taller man. The small man pressed lazy kisses on the thief’s lips and then one on his forehead. “Merry Christmas Jaromir,” the prince whispered closing his eyes and sighing with content.

“Merry Christmas, little one,” Jaromir replied and rested his head on his lover's chest, purring lowly with satisfaction and joy.