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

[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.]

[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.]

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