Out of all the elves that live and work in the North Pole, Kevin is probably the most introspective. He writes often, a diary kept in his cabin with a pen Santa gave him when he first started working on moving names on the naughty list. He also watched a lot of movies under the covers at night. The other elves enjoyed watching movies, most of them covering the topic of Christmas, Hallmark being especially popular, but Kevin enjoyed all kinds of movies.
”It’s called Nine Days.” Kevin propped up the screen on his pillow, showing one of his cohorts the movie. He didn’t pay too much attention to movie and actually managed to sneak out while Kevin watched. He had been on a kick recently, watching quite a few movies with an actor in it he had a little bit of a crush on. Us not being particularly popular amongst the others, but he enjoyed the sensation of fear. Not so much the bad part of it, but the relief that comes after being spooked.
On the sleigh, he was waiting for his stop, at least close enough to the place he wanted to get off and once Santa landed on the first house adjacent to his, he jumped off. Kevin slid down the chimney much easier than Santa did, and he rolled out of the chimney like a spy, sliding on the wood floor until he came to a stop with one hand on the ground and a trail of chimney dust behind him. Kevin failed to realize that Winston was standing in the hallway with nothing but a robe.
“Hello there.” He said with a confused face, tightening the strap around the white cotton robe.
”Oh. Um, hello.” Kevin dusted himself off a little bit and gave a little wave. His two foot frame wasn’t particularly intimidating, but he was still an elf around humans who have never seen them before, at least not the real ones.
”Are you an -“
”I‘m Kevin the Elf!” Kevin extended an arm in greeting and Winston hesitantly took it, giving it a little shake.
”How can I help you?” Winston put his hands on his hips and looked down at Kevin who jumped up onto a sofa.
“I just wanted to ask you some questions about your movies.” Kevin said, pulling out a small journal with that same shiny pen he always used. Winston was surprisingly receptive to the questions that were asked, the two of them quickly becoming fast friends and laughing over two cups of hot chocolate.
“Well it’s been nice chatting with you, but I should probably head to bed.” Winston started to leave, but Kevin grabbed his robe.
”I have one last question for you and it’s a big one,” Kevin jumped off the sofa and landed with a soft thud, “can I borrow your body?” Kevin’s smile was innocent enough, but this was a big ask.
“Sorry?” Winston chuckled.
”I just want to know what it’s like to be my favorite actor, I won’t be in it for longer than the night and you’ll feel just like your sleeping.” Kevin blushed, understanding if his response. Winston tilted his head, remained quite for a moment, and then nodded.
”Sure. Why not?” Winston shrugged and sat down on the sofa, “What do I need to do?”
”Really? Oh man that’s awesome! Just sit tight and open your mouth.” Kevin climbed back into the sofa and then climbed up onto Winston. He smiled awkwardly and then opened his mouth, leaning his head back slightly as Kevin reached up. Once Kevin pushed his hand down his throat, Winston gurgled and then gagged. Kevin kept pushing inward, climbing up his chest and pushing his head inside. Winston was wheezing as Kevin pushed, wiggling side to side and pulling himself down until he was just a pair of feet dangling between his lips.
“Almost there.” Kevin‘s muffled voice vibrates his body and a stress tear rolled down his cheek before he was able to close his lips. Winston gulped and then jiggled as Kevin adjusted inside him, suddenly passing out and then coming back to life as Kevin took control.
”Oh boy!” Kevin said with Winston’s body, turning his hands over. He pulled apart the front of the robe to get a look underneath and grinned. He had no intention of being mischievous, but his cock was rock hard from the possession and Kevin wanted to feel as much as he could as the performer.
“Here we go.” He pulled the robe open and ran his hands down his body, furiously beating at his thick cock cock. He lifted his legs up onto the coffee table and slowly moved his hands along his thighs until he had a finger pressing up against his hole. With one handing jerking himself off, the other started to put pressure on his prostate, making him moan loudly and writhe under the pressure. His balls churned as he pumped and increased the number of fingers he was using to fuck his hole with. His back arched, and his muscles tensed up as he thrust into the air, shooting his load like a geyser.
As he collapsed he looked around his living room, taking in the well decorated living space. He abandoned the robe and walked over to the bar, looking over the alcohol with sweat dripping down his body. He winced a little as he walked, realizing he may have gone a little rough on his ass, but it felt good nevertheless.
“I’ll try some of this.” He smelled a bottle of liquor and then poured into a glass with an ice cube like he had seen in the movies. He took a sip and his face contorted as he got used to the heat going down his throat.
”That’s not what I thought that was going to taste like.” He took another sip and abandoned the glass on the counter. He moved on to the books on his shelves, shuffling through some of them and looking at the notes in the margins of some.
Kevin spent the rest of the night going through his house, making faces in the mirrors he would come across and flexing his borrowed body. He also beat it out a couple more times since the feeling was so nice.
As promised, he returned his body to him, leaving it sleeping soundly in his bed with the robe tied. He climbed up the chimney and pulled out a small jingle bell attached to a string and gave it a ring. Within seconds, a reindeer arrived to give him a ride back to the North Pole.
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