[Backdated to the beginning of the Valentine's Day event]

[knightofratatosk]

[Waking up next to Richter is a daily occurrence for Emil... in fact, by this point, he thinks of it as odd when he doesn't. What isn't normal, however, is waking up next to Richter with a sudden inexplicable urge to cuddle up against him, nuzzling and dropping little kisses all over the other man's face and neck. Why hadn't he ever noticed how attractive Richter was with his glasses off like this?]

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[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

Nn.

[Richter leans forward to briefly nuzzle the other's neck, before kissing him on the lips. Despite the lack of experience he has in this area, he can completely understand why Emil's anxious about this. At least they're properly prepared this time; a tube of lotion, seemingly quite a good form of lubricant, is lying in the cabinet drawer. He's not about to push his luck though, instead calmly massaging the boy's lower back a bit more.]

[knightofratatosk]

[The massaging seems to be doing a good job of relaxing him as he practically melts into Richter's touch with another pleased moan. Yes, this is good, but it would probably be even better if he could just get these darned pants off. Sitting up a little on his knees, he starts trying to slide his pajama pants down without interrupting the kiss... it's a little more difficult than he had anticipated due to certain regions being rather tight, however.]

[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[Realizing what Emil is trying to do (emphasis on trying, here), Richter decides to try and help the poor kid out. His fingers gently tug at the pants here and there to ensure it slides down properly. There's no doubt things will be more pleasant without those last articles of clothing.]

[knightofratatosk]

[A slight blush spreads across his cheeks when they finally manage to get the offending piece of clothing off, leaving him completely naked. He knows that such a reaction is silly; it's not like Richter hasn't seen him naked - like they haven't done things - before, after all. But this time... this time he realizes that he wants Richter to look at him, and the thought is at once embarrassing and exciting.]

[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[The pants are dropped carelessly next to the bed before Richter turns his attention back to Emil. Indeed, it's not like he hasn't seen the boy naked before. However, all the previous times he'd resorted to averting his gaze. He didn't want to embarrass the other, nor could he stand to watch for too long. Yet for some reason, he now finds he can't really look away. A faint smile appears again, before he turns his gaze up to meet Emil's eyes. Meanwhile, both hands move back to the boy's hips.]

[knightofratatosk]

[This time Emil leans forward so that he can press himself up against Richter's body, gasping a bit at the skin contact. Oh, that feels good... A part of him is surprised at how he can be this aroused from nothing more than some kissing and massaging; the rest of him is more focused on finding a way to relieve some of the steadily-growing tension. Hey, Richter, you need to get your pants off too. Feeling suddenly bold, he slips a hand beneath the waistband of the other's pants to touch him.]

[judge-evening.livejournal.com]

[That action managed to catch him off-guard. Richter can't help but give a sharp gasp, his fingers reflexively clenching. The skin contact was already very pleasurable, but this is much better. Following that, he wastes no time in sitting up a bit more, both hands moving down to his pants to try and get them off. It's difficult, though, with the way Emil is still sitting on top of him.]

[knightofratatosk]

[That gasp causes Emil's stomach to tighten in a very pleasant way and he runs a gentle hand up and down the length a few times, brushing his thumb over the tip at the end of each stroke. Once Richter sits up, though, he quickly realizes what the other is trying to do and climbs off with more than a bit of reluctance so that Richter can remove his pants. He's going to take this opportunity to nuzzle and plant little kisses all over Richter's neck and collarbone, one hand sliding down between his own legs just to attempt to lessen the growing ache there.]