A short polar bear right behind Nicholas slowly stepped downstairs in that anxiously curious way. In the dim candlelight, he seemed like he could be around Nicholas’ age except jollier-looking with a ruddy face, a traditional Santa Claus, pretty much. “Oh, look at that boy, so precious.” He hung his coat on the rack and wasted no time getting undressed. He revealed his stocky build, full of the amount of hair I’d have expected him to have. Damn, his arms were huge with strength, and his readied hands looked as if they could crush stuff with little effort.
I formed a weak smile but tried to be polite. I’d seen men like him many times in porn, but it was just different in person. Plus, being the one to actually perform instead of watch couldn’t even compare.
“Be nice, Jacques.” Nicholas wa
