ledbythewind | [Voice/Action] (backdated to Christmas morning)

[It kind of is too much clothing. But half the fun is in taking it off, if the grin on Naoki's face says anything. He watches at that top button is undone and then growls when that's all Richard does.]

Tease...

[He leans in to kiss and nip along his jaw, his hand sliding from his chest all the way down to his pants. Then he brushes a light touch with his fingertips down along the front of them.]

[A soft sound catches in Richard's throat and he's arching his hips forward into that touch before he can stop himself; once he regains control of himself again, a smirk creeps across his face and he turns his head to give Naoki's ear a quick bite in retaliation.]

"Turnabout is fair play," was it...?

[Naoki grins against his skin at that sound and then he's shivering slightly, mouth trailing down to his neck. He applies a bite to the skin above his pulse, sucking.]

Mmph, I suppose...

[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.

[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.

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.]

[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.]

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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[Damn but he's proud of his work, seeing Richard like that. He lifts his head to bite at Richard's lower lip but then he's drawing away. Bed. Right. It's so hard to separate himself even an inch from Richard, though. But he manages to, shifting to scoop him up effortlessly in his arms.

His legs are only the slightest bit wobbly (thank you very much) as he turns to carry him to their bed.]

[Richard lets out a startled sound and his arms automatically go around Naoki's neck to cling to him as he's scooped up-- he'll never admit to enjoying being carried like this, but it makes him feel loved and treasured. Never mind that it's a bridal carry. He's not the wife. Not at all.]

[Of course you aren't the wife, Richard. Of course you aren't. Naoki tries and fails to swallow a chuckle at that startled sound and heads over to their bed, leaning down slightly to set him on it. He grins and presses their foreheads together briefly in the process.]

[Richard takes advantage of that leaning to lean in even closer and capture Naoki's lips in a kiss, using those arms he still has around his neck to pull Naoki down atop him as he does so. There, much better.]

[That pulling elicits a surprised sound (if muffled) as Naoki settles on top of him, bracing himself with one arm by Richard's side on the bed. He kisses him back eagerly, pulling his lower lip between his teeth to suck on it and give it a brief bite.]

[The sound Richard makes is a pleased one as Naoki settles on top of him; once he's done so, he shifts his arms to Naoki's waist to tug his hips down until they're flush against Richard's. He grinds up just slightly, smirking against his lips and then giving a soft groan as Naoki bites his lip, darting his tongue out to run just the tip of it over the other's lips.]

[There's a tiny noise that catches in Naoki's throat as he moves his hips down to meet that grinding, eyes squeezing shut in enjoyment. His tongue flicks out to meet Richard's, drawing it back to part his lips in invitation for him. The hand not bracing himself moves between them so he can run his fingers up Richard's chest, stroking his skin.]

[Richard takes that invitation right away and pushes his tongue forward to slide it into Naoki's mouth, meeting his tongue and pressing against it lightly before pulling back, teasing him. That grinding and the hand on his chest distracts him somewhat, however, and he has to draw back from the kiss to catch his breath. Naoki isn't the only one whose eyes are closed right now; Richard opens them to look up at him, unfocused though they are.]

[Always with the teasing. Naoki growls softly against his lips and shifts forward a bit, drawing in a short breath when Richard pulls away. He opens his eyes to meet his, mouth tugging up at the corners before he leans in to kiss him again, tongue pressing at his lips, wanting entry.

He moves his hand up, thumb finding a nipple to stroke over in idle, repetitive motions, shifting up on his knees over him so to have better balance. Naoki slides his other hand over Richard's stomach and down to his pants, lingering there with fingers resting lightly on one thigh.]

[But the teasing is so much fun! This time Richard opens his mouth invitingly to grant entrance; it opens more in a silent gasp when that thumb finds his nipple and he arches up into that touch, wanting more.

That hand on his thigh draws a frustrated sound-- it's so close to where he wants it but not there. To retaliate, he moves one of the hands that had been resting on the small of Naoki's back down to give his rear a quick squeeze. Naoki will undoubtedly be able to feel him smirking against his lips as he does this, because he knows what sort of reaction that usually prompts.]

[Naoki can only stand so much teasing, though. Naoki takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into Richard's mouth, index finger and thumb giving that nipple a light pinch.

His thumb strokes idly up and down over his thigh, delaying slipping inward. This stops, though, and then he muffles a bit of a noise he would never admit to being like a squeak into Richard's lips, hips giving an involuntary rock forward.]

Nn.

[This time the sound Richard is muffling into that kiss is a laugh. No matter how many times he does it, Naoki's reaction to having his rear squeezed like that will never be any less entertaining, and when it means he rocks forward like that, well...

That laugh turns into a gasp halfway through and then Richard is rocking his own hips up in response, trying to grind against him to get more friction. It's pretty obvious just how much of an effect these actions are having on him by now and he wants to get more pressure on that area in any way possible. One hand fumbles down to start trying to slide his pants down, only to be foiled by Naoki's hips pressed right up against his.]

[Richard, stop trolling, Naoki is trying to get something done here. There's a noise in response muffled into that kiss, faintly indignant, and his eyes open halfway.

But he's forgetting all about that soon enough. He draws away with a short pant and a breathless chuckle, lifting his hips away with an effort so that Richard can get his pants down. Naoki's hand moves to his own pants, just wanting them out of the way--he wants nothing left between them.]

[Trolling? Richard? Never. But that grin on his face is definitely a mischievous one when Naoki pulls away, and soon enough he's laughing as well. He starts sliding his pants down almost as soon as there's enough space between him to do so; once they're off, he tosses them to the side, not really caring where they land. Now, don't mind him just making himself comfortable against the pillows, perhaps a bit more seductively than is really necessary...]

[Oh, never, of course. Naoki draws back a little, pausing in pushing down his pants to watch Richard remove his, staring for a few moments (probably longer than necessary) when Richard goes settling back against the pillows like that. He swallows thickly, gaze sweeping up and down over him.

...once his brain returns, Naoki fumbles off his pants and tosses them to the side, shifting up to him, brushing a kiss across his lips before letting his mouth trail down over his cheek and jaw and neck. His hand strokes along the outside of a thigh before slipping slowly in.]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject