By His Elfin Ears

Walter was rather contemplative. Sated by a hearty dinner and personally satisfied by a good day’s work in his wood shop, the retired fibbie settled back against the thick cushions of his sofa.

The fire was crackling in the fireplace, a glass of rose wine within his reach. If his mind wasn’t running on overtime processing all that he could hear and feel, Walter would have certainly fallen asleep. His relaxed state was nearly complete.

A mumbled expletive brought Walter out of his reverie.

“Ow! Damn it, Walter,” Alex cried out.

“Sorry, love,” Walter murmured contritely.

“That’s what you said the last time. I’m using the cuffs next time.”

“No need for threats, Alex,” Walter said as he gently caressed the offended appendages.

“I know what I’m doing.”

“I agree.”

“I have no need for your guidance.”

“That goes without saying, and I do apologize.”

“So help me, Walter if you pull on my ears one more time while I’m blowing you, I’ll...”

“You’ll do what, Alex?”

“I’ll fuck your ass into next week!”

Walter contemplated his next move very carefully as Alex resumed sucking his cock. A mischievous smile graced Walter’s face as he tugged on his lover’s slightly pointed ears.

“Walter...” Alex growled menacingly.

“Yes, love,” Walter purred as he began to roll over.

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