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[Voice/Action] (backdated to Christmas morning)

[There are the sounds of a somewhat muffled conversation in the background before Richard picks up the journal to address it, a clear undercurrent of happiness and slight excitement to his voice.]

So this is what they refer to on Earth as a "white Christmas." I've read that this sort of Christmas is the best kind to have despite the weather... what do all of you think? Do you prefer the snow, or would you like a sunny day?

[He'll be sitting on the couch sipping a cup of tea while he waits for answers-- and his housemates, because IT'S CHRISTMAS AND HE IS EXCITED due to not having this holiday in his world. Might as well enjoy it while he's here, right?]

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Asbel?

Yes, it's the perfect weather for cuddling with a loved one. Do you have such a girl, Masaomi?

[Now it's Richard's turn to let out a shaky noise, unable to stop his hips from arching up into that teasing hand, wanting more and a firmer grip. But he knows Naoki is probably going to tease him until he's begging for it-- not that he minds at all. He'll just turn his head a little to nuzzle into short black hair, murmuring Naoki's name in encouragement while the hand on the back of his neck continues its gentle, soothing movements.]

[Naoki grins into Richard's neck, nuzzling at the skin as his fingertips begin to trace teasing patterns up and down over him. The sound of his name has him shivering slightly and biting at skin, neck arched in appreciation. He glances up through his hair now toward his face, smiling into his skin. Getting him to beg? Oh yes, that's his intention.]

[Richard manages a somewhat shaky smile back, unfocused with pleasure though his eyes are. Naoki touching him like that is disconnecting the parts of his brain capable of coherent thought, but he does have enough left to slide his other hand down to find the base of his wings and just fondle, petting lightly over the feathers there.]

[Naoki stiffens at that touch, trembling with a low groan of pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut. That does wonders on his lingering coherent thoughts and his hips give a grind down of their own volition. He pants quietly, his hand moving to tighten around Richard as he strokes him slowly, oh-so-slowly, if firmly.]

Naoki...

[That's about all he can manage, hips giving a slight jerk upwards against that grinding in an attempt to get more friction. The hand on his wing is moving steadily now, stroking up and down over the feathers from the base all the way out to the wingtip and then back again, trying to mimic the motions of Naoki's hand on him. Maybe he'll be able to get Naoki begging first...]

Nnn...

[Naoki moans before he can even think about stopping it, shivering and arching up into that stroking. His wings twitch and flex a little under the petting, giving an involuntary flap as he bows his head. He blinks open his eyes, looking dazed, and then renews the strokes over Richard's arousal, thumb rubbing and pressing a little against the tip.]

[Okay, food first and then gifts. Naoki plops down on the floor in front of the fire and sets the two plates on the table for them.

And then starts on his without preamble.]

[Should he run out and get something? The statue was enough, wasn't it?

Isamu follows Naoki's example, trying not to look uncomfortable.]

[Presents or not, Richard doesn't really care. He seems happy enough just enjoying the moment here.]

[A full-body shudder wracks him at that slight pressure on the tip of his arousal and he gasps, nails digging just the tiniest bit into the skin near the base of Naoki's wings. It's good, so good, and the familiar heat building in his stomach is proof enough of that. But even despite that, he leans down to find Naoki's lips and give him a deep kiss, partly to muffle his own moans of pleasure.]

[Naoki smirks slowly, but it falls off of his face as he feels the pressure of nails. A shiver runs through his body and something on the borders of a whimper slips through his teeth despite his best attempts at forcing it back. He shifts up slightly to return that kiss all the better, eyes squeezing shut and teeth nipping at his lips. As though to try and see if he'll get the same reaction from Richard, he presses his thumb down again on the tip of his arousal, moving it in circles.

His own body is aching with need at this point, but he's doing his best to try not to pay too much attention to it. Wanting to make Richard start begging for more first.]

Ahh--!

[Richard's getting close to begging, that much is obvious. He's barely managing to hold himself back from just grinding against Naoki until he reaches his climax, but even that wouldn't be enough-- he wants more, wants Naoki inside of him.

His hand redoubles its movements over and around his wings, rubbing circles into the skin at the base before trailing up over the wings and then down again. He wants to be able to do more to please him, but it's hard between the position he's in and that touch that's still short-circuiting his brain.]

[Naoki squeezes his eyes tightly shut, movements slowing at the feeling of that hand and he groans thickly, resisting the growing urge to just take him. But he's holding back as best as he can, his hand continuing to move over him in strokes, thumb stroking back and forth over the tip.]

Richard...tell me what you want.

[He shifts, burying his face in the other's hair until his lips find his ear, which he nips at and runs his tongue over slowly.]

There used to be thirteen, only twelve now... Or maybe even eleven. But each one does have an element to correspond with.

[There's a low, breathless laugh as that stroking of his wings slows as well and he nuzzles his face into Naoki's hair. If Naoki were to take him now, he wouldn't object at all.]

It isn't obvious?

[That question trails off into a gasp when Naoki gives his ear a bite and then soothes it with his tongue, another shiver making its way up his spine.]

Nope...you're going to have to tell me.

[Naoki nips again at his ear, drags one of his hands up to Richard's chest, fingers toying with a nipple. He shifts to press down against him, giving a slow rock of his hips, grinding them against the other's with a soft noise made low in his throat.]

[Richard tries, but he can't hold back the whimper that escapes him at that action. One of his hands trails down to trace mindless patterns at the small of Naoki's back, though the hand stills, distracted, each time Naoki touches him again.]

I want you.

Mmm.

[Naoki shifts, leans up to kiss him then, stroking his thumb along Richard's jaw, his hips keeping up that slow rocking, though he groans softly into his mouth with each movement. His other hand drifts away toward the bedside table to go digging through the drawer.]

...I was thinking... We don't have this 'Christmas' in our world, do we?

It's pretty easy! All you've gotta do is take snow and build up some walls and a roof. I think there's more than enough snow for that.

So like a sofa fort, only with snow. That does sound like fun. Perhaps I'll try making one with Naoki and Isamu once they finally wake up.

No, we don't. That's why I was so curious to learn more about it, because it seems that there are many people here from worlds who do celebrate it.

I have many, many lovely girls that I have welcomed into my heart!

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