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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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[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?]

[Naoki swallows thickly as he watches him, loving seeing the way Richard is moving, the sounds he's making, liking the knowledge that the other is doing this for him most of all. And he can't help but separate one of his hands from roaming over Richard's skin to move down to himself, biting down on his lip to hold back a sound as he strokes himself slowly, needing the relief, however slight.]

[It's probably a good thing that Richard has his eyes closed right now or he'd likely get distracted by what Naoki is now doing. Instead, he's too focused on sliding his finger in and out to get himself ready... until his finger brushes right up against that spot on a push in and he's gasping and arching his back as he tries to find that spot again and apply more pressure where he needs it most. The hand that was stroking himself stills, then starts up again with firmer and rougher strokes than before. It's clear that this is going a long way towards helping him get ready.]

[Naoki can't help but to lean closer to him, as though to get a better look. A soft groan slips out of him before he can think about stopping it, both from watching and the movements of his hand over himself. His other hand slides slowly up Richard's stomach and chest, just to touch.]

[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.]

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