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

[That hand slipping up over his skin draws a shudder and a quiet sound, his eyes opening halfway to look at Naoki and smile at him. When he notices where Naoki's other hand is, that smile widens, and he slides his own finger in just deep enough to brush against that spot again. It should be obvious to Naoki when he finds it-- his back arches just slightly, head falling back onto the pillows as he struggles to keep his eyes open, to watch Naoki's response to this.]

[Naoki licks his lips unconsciously as he notices Richard's eyes open and that smile on his face. He swallows thickly and bites back another groan as he watches his reaction, hand quickening its pace moving over himself as he rocks his hips a little, panting quietly. His other hand comes to rest on Richard's chest, thumb stroking back and forth over his nipple. Just watching this is driving him crazy, heat burning low in his stomach.]

[Naoki isn't the only one getting more and more worked up here-- Richard's slipping in a second finger now, squirming and pressing himself down onto them each time he pushes them in, mouth open as he pants for breath. That thumb stroking his nipple feels almost too good, and he wants Naoki NOW, patience be damned. But he's not quite ready yet and he knows it, so instead he'll just keep working his fingers with little gasps and cries whenever they brush against that spot within him that sends a jolt of pleasure up his spine.]

[Naoki shifts so as to pinch his nipple gently between forefinger and thumb, murmuring his name softly. He's watching those fingers as Richard works them, expression hungry and eyes dark with want. He reluctantly draws his other hand away from himself, closing it around the other's erection and giving it a hard, rough stroke, wanting to see him squirm and make even more of those noises that he is.]

Naoki--!

[Oh, that was unexpected, and he can't help but buck up into that rough stroke, his other hand reaching down to grasp at the sheets. The fingers within him are moving faster now, more urgently-- he doesn't want to wait a moment longer than he has to, and he suspects Naoki doesn't either. But between that hand on his erection and those fingers pinching his nipple, it's growing increasingly hard to concentrate...]

[Naoki has to bite back the powerful growing urge to ask him now? because he wants him, he wants to take him this second and he doesn't want to wait. In response to the sound of his name, he growls and pinches at his nipple again, the thumb of his other hand swiping over the tip on an upstroke, pressing down slightly. He's fixated on his fingers, darting glances at his face now and again, to watch his expressions.]

[And at last Richard just can't stand it any more and slides his fingers out with a low sound of loss, moving to spread his legs wider as an invitation. At this point he doesn't even really need to say anything-- his body language should be loud and clear. Take me now.

Of course, he's still going to be a tease and move his own hand down to give Naoki a firm stroke in retaliation, and also as an incentive, because that's just the way he is.]

[Naoki groans and jerks his hips into the touch and then he's nearly scrambling to position himself, breaths short and ragged in anticipation. He slides his fingers up along Richard's thighs, teasing a bit as well, but he can't for long before he's gripping one hip, the other moving to guide himself inside.

He has to grit his teeth, muscles tensing right away because he wants to thrust in fast and hard. A tiny groan wells up in his throat as he presses in slowly, little by little, and it's good, so good he can barely control himself.]

[There's an answering moan finding its way out of Richard's mouth as Naoki presses in, legs lifting up to wrap around his waist and draw him even closer, coax him further inside. It never gets any less enjoyable the more they do this; if anything, it just gets better as they learn more and more about each others' bodies, what they like most, where they're sensitive.

And Richard is taking advantage of that knowledge right now to lean in and run his tongue over the markings on Naoki's chest. As he does so, he gives a quick squeeze of his muscles, wanting to see how Naoki reacts to both actions at the same time.]

Nngh--

[Naoki shudders and moans, his hips jerking forward on instinct as he feels that tightening around him and the warmth of his tongue over those too-sensitive markings. He gasps a bit for breath, struggling to get himself under control again and resume that slow sliding in.

His voice is rough and husky from need, eyes half-closed as he looks down at him. One palm goes dragging up Richard's side.]

T-that's cheating...

Is it really cheating if it benefits both of us?

[But his own voice is shaky as well; that sudden jerk of Naoki's hips sent a jolt of pleasure up Richard's spine, and his breath may be coming just a bit faster now as a result, his cheeks just the slightest bit flushed. Oh, he's having fun with this, and he'll just tighten his muscles again to see if he can get a similar reaction out of his boyfriend a second time.]

[Naoki goes to respond but the feeling of that tightening around him has him groaning, clutching at Richard's waist and giving a hard thrust of his hips forward. Burying himself inside him fully in the process. He pants, struggling to get his breathing under control.]

S-still not...playing fair...

[As though for revenge, he lowers his head and drags his tongue over a nipple, trapping it between his teeth for a moment.]

[There we go, that's exactly what Richard wanted. When he feels Naoki settle fully inside him, he smirks, moving to give those markings another lick... until there are teeth on his nipple and he's gasping, arching up into that wet heat with a noise somewhere between a gasp and a groan. There may have been a slight protest in there as well, but that quickly died on his lips at the pleasure he's now feeling from that action.

... yeah, neither one of them is really playing fair now, and Richard doesn't mind one bit.]

[Naoki grins--or almost does--at that, giving it a gentle nip and then laving his tongue soothingly over it. There's a distinct sense of pride (or perhaps smugness) for a moment before he's turning his attention back to his task. Licking and even sucking lightly for a moment, one hand moving to stroke over his arousal--

All the while not moving his hips an inch, despite the almost overwhelming want to.]

[Now it's Richard's turn to moan as his hands come up to tangle themselves in Naoki's hair and just hold his head there where he wants it, to get more of that attention to his nipples. He's a little frustrated at the lack of movement of the other's hips, but that hand stroking him almost - almost - makes up for it. He leans his own head down enough to press a brief kiss to soft hair before he begins to massage with his fingertips, just slowly and gently at first, wanting to do something to make Naoki feel good as well.]

[Naoki continues his nipping and licking at one before letting his head drift over to lavish attention on the other, interspersing bites on the skin in between. That kiss and subsequent massaging has a surge of affection washing through him, a low purring starting up in his throat. He shifts, giving his hips a slow rock, muffling a quiet groan into Richard's chest, eyes shut in bliss.]

[That purring makes Richard smile, so he continues that massaging, one hand wandering down to the nape of Naoki's neck before making its way back up into his hair. He can't help but chuckle a little, though his breath catches in his throat when Naoki rocks his hips, his own arching up in response. Just being close like this makes him every bit as happy as the sex itself, and if it weren't for the fact that his body is reminding him that they were in the middle of something, he'd be happy to stay like this for a while.

... but he can't quite resist the urge to give his muscles another squeeze. If Naoki is going to tease, he'll tease right back.]

[Naoki shivers all over, groaning, when Richard does that again and his push in turns into a hard, rough thrust. Growled out into his chest,]

Richard...

[He grips at his hips, giving his nipple another light bite before he tilts them up slightly for a better angle. He glances up at Richard's face, inhaling a bit before drawing his hips back just enough so he can slam in the next time, searching out that spot that'll drive the other wild, muffling a groan with gritted teeth.]

Ah-!

[That rough thrust is exactly what he wanted. He may be just a bit of a masochist, but he enjoys rough sex the same way Naoki does. A little pain mixed in with the pleasure only serves to heighten said pleasure, and the bite to his nipple draws a gasp and what might have been a murmured "more" before Naoki is slamming back in and all coherent speech is driven from his mind. Automatically his legs tighten around the other's waist in an attempt to hold him there, get more pressure on that spot that the thrust just brushed up against, but not hard enough...]

[There's a low growl muffled into Richard's skin, and he presses all the deeper into him, against that spot. He rocks his hips a little to try to hit it again, give the pressure that Richard wants, and at the same time gives his nipple another bite. His hands drag over Richard's stomach and around to his back, fingers dragging up and down over the line of his spine.]

[And Richard's arching again once Naoki hits that spot, one arm sliding down from where it had been massaging his scalp to dig nails into his shoulder and scratch lightly at the skin there while he tries to muffle a loud cry at that bite. That arching will make it easier for Naoki to slip his hands beneath Richard and stroke his back, Richard shivering every so often as those fingers trail up and down his spine.

His other hand shifts down and around between them to begin giving himself some relief as Naoki moves, knowing just how much the other enjoys watching him do that.]

[Naoki groans roughly at the feeling of his nails, arching into them as his hands slide to the small of Richard's back. He drags his fingers up and down slowly, dragging them down when he thrusts in, as though to pull him down to meet him and get deeper in the process.

There's a soft noise that leaves him when he sees that hand out of his periphery, lifting off of him just enough so he can fix his eyes on that hand. He purrs shakily in approval, his next thrust rougher than intended.]

[That next thrust is hard enough to cause Richard to flinch just a little, but it's good, and he's not about to tell Naoki to stop, not when his own hand is working himself and adding to that heat that's now reaching a low boil in his stomach. He's not about to object to the whole "deeper" thing and in fact even arches up more to help make that easier.

With the hand that's on Naoki's shoulder, he experimentally drags his nail along one of the markings. It's not hard enough to cause bleeding or too much pain, but definitely hard enough to be felt.]

[Don't think Naoki doesn't notice that flinch and he makes a hazy mental note that he should probably slow down a little. Or ease up. That's very hard to do, however, when he's watching Richard move his hand over himself and then he's sliding down his own hand. He covers Richard's hand with his, lending help in stroking, even if his are somewhat uneven.

Of course, it falters when he feels that nail running over his markings and a soft hiss slips out through his teeth as he presses slightly into it. There's nothing but approval here, because that one touch makes his body feel like a live wire, muscles tense in the wake of the rush of pleasure.]

[Easing up too much would cause protests, especially now that Richard's other hand is occupied with adding to his own pleasure. He starts, looks up at Naoki's face as that hand covers his, but then he's smiling and allowing the other to help him stroke-- that unevenness just makes it even more arousing, and there's something about that touch that is so very intimate.]

Good...?

[Not that he really needs to ask; Naoki's reaction is proof enough of that.]

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