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

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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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[Again Richard's hand is finding its way to the back of his neck in an affectionate but gently possessive gesture, thumb stroking lightly over the skin right where it meets the horn. It's funny, really, how very normal that horn seems to him now, something he doesn't even think twice about-- well, beyond the fact that it's a very nice erogenous zone that he can use to his advantage.

... but then Naoki's hand is moving between his legs and coherent thought is rapidly deserting him, and his eyes fall shut again as he arches up against that touch. Who is teasing whom here?]

[Naoki shivers and purrs unsteadily at that touch, arching into it--sensing the possessiveness behind the gesture as a rush of want as well as love surges through him. The nip at his neck and following brush of his tongue might be gentler in the wake of it.

A soft chuckle slips out of Naoki, his hand finding the other's erection and giving it a firm stroke from base to tip, fingers lingering without moving to repeat the motion.]

[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.]

[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'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.]

[There's something so very intimate about that caress of Naoki's thumb against his cheek that makes his entire body warm with both love and desire. He swallows those groans as he kisses him back, muffling the sound with his tongue; he's trying to hold back from arching up and rubbing himself against Naoki, but at last that thin thread of remaining control just snaps and he's bucking, grinding himself on his boyfriend with a low moan that gets lost in that kiss.]

[Feeling him bucking and grinding like that, Naoki muffles a sound into Richard's mouth, though he has to pull away with a short pant for air after a few moments, lingering close enough that their breaths intermingle. He closes fingers around the bottle, uncaps it with slightly shaking hands and coats his fingers. The other hand he trails down over Richard's side and to his thigh, thumb rubbing circles over the skin.]

Open your legs wider...

[That's all the incentive Richard needs to spread them enough for Naoki to settle between them if he wants. The grin on his face is both teasing and seductive-- and then his own hand is sliding down between them to grasp at Naoki's hand and stop him before he can actually do anything. Oh no, he's got something else in mind...]

[Naoki does indeed settle between his legs, murmuring and shifting in close. He only pauses when Richard takes his hand. He blinks and lifts his head slightly to seek out his eyes.]

Richard?

Give me the bottle.

[He hopes he doesn't need to say anything more than that-- it should be obvious enough why he wants it.]

Ah...

[Naoki doesn't even hesitate (though he does swallow a bit) before handing it to him, a hand absentmindedly smoothing up and down over Richard's thigh.]

[With a smile, Richard adjusts his position against the pillows for a better angle and then coats his own fingers. Then, slowly, teasingly, he moves his slick hand back down, one finger just circling before pressing lightly against himself, breath catching in his throat as he does so.]

[Naoki shifts back just slightly, watching with widened eyes and licking his lips unconsciously. Heat spreads out from his stomach, gaze fixed on his hand as his palms continue stroking slowly over Richard's thighs.]

[There's a slight sound somewhere between a gasp and a whimper as he pushes that first finger in, but it quickly settles into a pleased moan once he gets it further in and begins to move it, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. His other hand encircles himself to give a shaky stroke and he bites back another moan, hips giving a slight twitch upwards as he tries to focus on giving Naoki a bit of a show.

Isn't this much better, Naoki?]

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