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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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.]

[Naoki tries to muster up a grin as he looks at him, face slightly flushed as he continues to move his hand along with Richard's. Leaning down slightly, he nuzzles against his neck and runs his tongue over the skin above his pulse.]

Mm...too good...

[He's cutting himself off to muffle a soft groan as he continues the movements of his hips, teeth gritting slightly to hold back more sounds on the verge of escaping, aiming for that one spot, again and again. Eyes darting up to Richard's face every few moments, taking in his expression almost greedily.]

[Richard gasps, head falling back against the pillows when Naoki's next thrust finds that spot and he jerks, arching towards it, wanting more. He's so close, right on the edge, and all it's going to take is a little bit more to send him over it.

He redoubles the pace of his own hand, shaky though it is, trying to bring himself to that peak. His breath is coming in shuddering pants and gasps now as his entire body shivers with anticipation and his impending orgasm; the hand on Naoki's shoulder digs nails in, then relaxes, sliding around to the base of his horn to just hold on for dear life against those thrusts.]

[That gasp makes Naoki growl slightly into the skin of his neck, pressing closer, wanting to hear more of those types of sounds. He slides the hand not helping Richard stroke himself move down to his hip, tilting it up slightly for the best angle to slide into him deeply.

The shiver is good to feel, too, and he purrs, moving his hand up, index finger circling and pressing down on the tip of his erection.]

[That slight pressing is all it takes-- Richard's back arches in a full-body shudder, his entire body stiffening, and then he's climaxing with a sharp cry. His hand stills, unable to focus enough to keep stroking himself through his orgasm; all he can do is cling to Naoki in the face of the overwhelming pleasure and just ride it out, hips giving little jerks up into his hand as the waves of pleasure hit him.

He does have enough sense left to use the hand on the back of Naoki's neck to pull his head down and crush their lips together in a deep kiss, however, which may have the added side effect of helping to muffle the moans and other pleased noises he's letting out right now.]

[The sound of Richard's voice like that sends a shudder through Naoki's own body and he's groaning--which is soon muffled by the kiss. He nips at his lips with a hungry noise, tongue seeking entrance as his hips keep moving, with more and more urgency. And growing unsteadiness as he desperately seeks out his own release.

He pulls away, gasping against Richard's lips, his back arching as pleasure washes over him and he's coming with a low cry of his own, hoarse and rough, muscles taut.]

[Richard feels Naoki hit that peak and pulls him into another kiss, lips parting invitingly for him, wanting to convey as much love through this gesture as he can. Because as good as this feels, part of that is due to the fact that he loves Naoki, and he wants to show him that in any way possible. The hand on the back of his neck slips around to cup the other's cheek and stroke the skin lightly with his thumb, a smile spreading across his lips in the kiss.]

[Naoki moans into the kiss, slipping his tongue into Richard's mouth, his hand lifting to cup Richard's cheek in return, his eyes closed in bliss. He turns his face into that hand as residual shivers of pleasure wrack his body, skin feeling hot. Eventually that hand on his cheek shifts, sliding up and through his hair.]

Mm...

[Richard's tongue presses forward to meet Naoki's and tangle with it, content to just kiss this way for several moments. But at last he needs to pull away for air, separating their lips just enough to breathe out three soft words against them:]

I love you.

[Naoki smiles softly as Richard pulls away, slightly out of breath, and his eyes half-closed. His hand trails through the other's hair, toying with it gently.]

I love you too.

[Now Richard is the one letting out a sound that resembles a purr, eyes sliding shut and just leaning his head into that hand.]

... I love you more.

[Why yes, that is a mischievous smile on his face.]

[Naoki can't bite back a laugh at that as he runs his fingers repeatedly through Richard's hair, fingers massaging a little along his scalp.]

I don't know about that...

[Taking note of that smile, yup.]

Oh?

[He has to stifle a moan at that massaging... okay, NOW you are cheating, sir.]

[Unintentional cheating! Maybe. Who knows, with Naoki. Either way, he's keeping up that idle massaging.]

I think it'd be a pretty close competition, for who loves who more...

But I have no intention of losing, either way.

[He moves one hand over Naoki's to run his fingers over the ring there, just enjoying feeling its presence on his hand.]

Neither do I.

[He smiles widely as he feels that touch by the ring he never takes off and leans forward, pressing their foreheads together affectionately.]

[... which of course means that Richard is just going to have to take this opportunity for another kiss. Not that he expects Naoki to protest at all.]

[You know Naoki far too well, Richard.]

[Of course he does. And he's totally not smirking a little in the kiss, either.]

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