[Voice/Action] (backdated to Christmas morning)

[ledbythewind]

[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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[ledbythewind]

[Only if you ask nicely~]

That's right, we need to make breakfast. I don't suppose you'd help us if we asked?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

It'll take even less time if we all cook.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

What? No it won't. Eggs don't cook faster with more people staring at them.

[And anyway, that misses the point of cooking for him.]

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[ledbythewind]

Then you can make some toast to go with them.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Just. Grinning at that.]

See? There's something.

[They will find things for you to do, Isamu. So lazy.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Dammit all. Fine.

[He hopes you like it burnt. :|]

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[ledbythewind]

Thank you, Isamu.

[And he's going to get the eggs out of the fridge now.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki chuckles softly and moves to the cupboards to get out the pans to set on the burner.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[BURNT TOAST COMING RIGHT UP.

Well all right. He's not that bitter, and he can do this with little problem.]

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[ledbythewind]

[They'll have him trained yet at this rate.

Richard will just be helping Naoki out with whatever is needed and let the chef do his work.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki may argue his being a chef but soon enough he's finishing up and putting the food on plates, glancing between them both.]

Wanna eat this in the living room?

[Logic = couch is more comfortable than kitchen table and fire is nice.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Doesn't matter to me either way.

[That's a yes.]

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[acclimatized]

That must be quite a lot then.

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[ledbythewind]

Lately, yes, but it is a good way to keep myself occupied.

[voice]

[ledbythewind]

Like making snowmen and snow angels?

[voice]

[ledbythewind]

I suppose your opinion of that would all depend on whether you like snow or not.

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[ledbythewind]

Then the living room it is.

[AND THEN THEY CAN OPEN PRESENTS ahem.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Richard, the presents aren't going anywhere.

Picking up those plates and heading on in, then!]

[ledbythewind]

[Another almost-moan escapes Richard's mouth as he tilts his head back to allow Naoki more access to his neck. He really does love it far too much when Naoki makes marks on him like that...]

But I take this to mean that you approve of my gift from that statue.

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[That's a very good thing, considering Naoki loves leaving marks on him. He purrs into his neck, running his tongue over the mark he left and shifting closer. His fingers get to work slowly opening up the buttons of his shirt, brushing kisses, nipping and licking at Richard's skin as it's exposed.]

You know, I think I just might.

[ledbythewind]

We'l have to... be sure to thank them for it... mmm.

[It's getting increasingly hard for him to think under that assault of nips and licks, hands coming up to tangle themselves in Naoki's hair in encouragement. Slowly at first, but then with increasing confidence, he begins to massage at his scalp with his fingertips, knowing how much the other likes that. Two can play at that game, like he said.]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki makes a low rumbling noise of approval, pressing his head up into that hand, his eyes half-lidded with enjoyment. He finishes undoing that last button and pushes Richard's shirt off his shoulder, not even waiting for him to get his arms out of it before his palms go skating up over his stomach to his chest.]

Mmhm...

[He's not paying attention anymore, nope. Instead, he's occupied nipping down to lave his tongue over a nipple.]

[ledbythewind]

Naoki--!

[That tongue brushing over his nipple sends a spike of heat straight to his stomach, turning his knees to Jello. Where is the bed again...? He's starting to want to sit down on it.

One hand slips down just slightly to rub the skin at the base of the horn, tracing a finger over the markings there and scratching just the tiniest bit.]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki smirks a bit and delivers a gentle little bite to it, peering up through his hair at Richard's face. Then he shudders in pleasure with a soft gasp, neck arching up into the touch of Richard's hand.]

Ah...

[Yeah, bed would probably be a good idea at this point. Just give Naoki a moment while he tries to get his thoughts straight.]

[ledbythewind]

[Richard's face is the picture of bliss, cheeks flushed, mouth slightly open as he pants for breath, eyes half shut. Feel proud of your work, Naoki, because he's quickly turning into a puddle of mush here.

He gives the markings one more little scratch before his eyes open, dazed, looking around to try to remember where the bed is.]