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

[Richter's first thoughtpattern is something along the lines of; "Aaahhh, what's happening?! Are we under attack?! Where's my weapons?!"]

[... Oh. Wait. It's just Emil. A usually rare smile appears on Richter's face as he wraps his arms around the boy to pull him closer.]

Good morning.

[Emil lets out a happy sound and nestles closer, pressing a soft kiss to Richter's lips before pulling back to nuzzle at his neck.]

Good morning, Richter.

Mm... Aren't we affectionate today?

[which doesn't mean he's complaining. On the contrary, he's enjoying it a lot.]

W-well, I, um... I was just noticing how handsome you are without your glasses, that's all.

You really think so?

[Too bad he can't see a thing without them, or he'd be walking around without glasses more often, then.]

Um, y-yes.

[Suddenly self-conscious, he blushes and hides his face against Richter's shoulder.]

[Richter just chuckles. For some reason, he's feeling a lot happier today. And what's this strange need to display affection? It's similar to the personality-change experiment, but not quite the same... Well, in any case, let's just move some of those blonde locks aside and place a kiss against Emil's forehead.]

[Despite being a bit embarrassed, Emil is also feeling strangely relaxed and affectionate. He just wants to be near Richter more than anything else right now; the fact that the other is actually returning his affections is more than he could have hoped for. He's going to shift a bit so that he's half-atop Richter, using his boyfriend's body as a sort of pillow. Yes, this is very nice...]

Mmm...

[One of Richter's hands slips underneath Emil's shirt and starts moving up and down his back, stroking his spine, on occasion fondling the base of his wings. He's perfectly happy just staying here like this, nuzzling the boy's hair and inhaling his scent.]

[Emil can't help the sudden sharp inhalation that Richter's actions elicit as that hand finds the base of his wings and just rubs gently. Richter has given him the occasional shoulder rub before, but there's something about the contact on the bare skin of his back that's causing heat to pool in his stomach in an odd but pleasant way. Come to think of it, it feels a lot like what happened that time they...]

[Hearing Emil's sharp intake of breath, Richter comes to the conclusion that the wing fondling is very much approved of. Of course, by now it's common knowledge the base of the wings is a sensitive spot, but it's always good to get more confirmation. This means he'll just have to continue the action.]

R-Richter...

[He's starting to squirm now, a faint blush tinging his cheeks. Hey, Richter, no fair making him squirm and not getting anything in return... Emil is just going to slide his hands up under YOUR shirt to tease back and run one hand down the muscles of your chest and stomach. Richter IS very nicely built, after all, and Emil has never really had the chance to touch him like this before.]

[Hearing Emil utter his name like that is like music to his ears. His chest being stroked like that is even better. Richter's eyes slip shut for a moment, but he's not about to stop massaging those wings. Obviously, it can only lead to good things.]

Mm...

[This is filling Emil with a sort of restless energy that he remembers all too well from the last time the two of them ended up messing around. One hand is still free... this is unacceptable. In a search for something to occupy it with, he ends up tangling it in Richter's hair and pulling the other man close for a deep kiss. The experiment seems to be giving him a boost as far as having the courage to initiate things like that goes!]

[It's not long at all until Richter gives a short moan into the kiss, one hand still stroking Emil's hair. Well, this is certainly one of the best ways to wake up. In fact, he's starting to feel more and more awake by the second. Restless, even. Were it any other day, he'd be concerned about the fact that this is getting him turned on. Today, though, he doesn't seem to mind as much.]

[The fact that Emil has started to sort of rock his hips against Richter's without even noticing is a pretty clear indicator that he's getting turned on by this as well. The moan inspires him to add some tongue to the kiss, slipping it into Richter's mouth to just explore a bit while his hand continues its slow, up-and-down stroking of Richter's chest and stomach. His thumb accidentally brushes a nipple on one pass down the other man's chest...]

[Oh, that feels good. Very good. A nearly inaudible gasp escapes Richter's lips as he pulls away for a second. In reflex, he moves the palm of his hand across Emil's spine, all the way down to his rear. Once he's regained his breath, he leans forward to engage in another kiss, this one even more filled with longing than the last.]

[Also out of instinct, Emil arches up into Richter's touch like a cat being stroked, the blush on his face intensifying. Sure, Richter has rubbed his back before, but he's never moved his hands that far down. Who would have thought that something so simple could feel so good? In return he kisses back eagerly, hands roving under the other's shirt to see if he can get him to make that sound again.]

[Oh, that sound comes all too easily today. Richter's feeling distinctly... sensitive right now. From the look of things, so's Emil. A content smile tugging at his lips, he continues stroking Emil's lower back, kneading it with his knuckles. Let's see if the other will make a nice sound as well.]

[Much to Emil's embarrassment, a rather loud moan escapes his lips before he's even aware of what he's doing. Well, Richter certainly got the nice sound he wanted, but Emil is a little flustered by how desperate it sounded-- yeah, he's more sensitive than usual as well. Quickly he starts trying to push Richter's shirt up in an attempt to act like he didn't just moan like that. You heard nothing, Richter.]

[If he didn't have a mouthful of Emil's tongue right now, Richter would've produced a word similar to "heh". Instead, all that's heard is a sort of amused, muffled grunt. He also certainly doesn't mind getting rid of his shirt. To make matters easier, he'll give Emil a hand and pull it off himself.]

[And now the dilemma... break the (very enjoyable) kiss to admire Richter without a shirt, or keep kissing him and let his hands do the exploring? It's not like he hasn't seen Richter shirtless before, after all; they share a bedroom and have seen each other coming out of the shower in towels plenty of times before. However, this will be the first time he's actually let himself openly stare. On all other occasions he's only allowed himself a brief glance before looking away to keep his imagination from running away from him.

... but the kiss is nice, and he's not quite ready to end it just yet.]

[Whatever the choice, Richter will approve of it. While the kiss is indeed extremely enjoyable, he wouldn't mind if Emil decides to break it off and stare. Usually, the half-elf is fairly self-conscious of his body. Today, though, he has the distinct opinion Emil can watch as much as he likes. Speaking of which, there's another shirt rubbing in-between them. Richter's hand leaves its placement on the boy's rear, instead grasping the cloth tightly. He should be able to pull that over Emil's head without breaking the kiss for too long.]

[You read his mind, Richter. It's getting far too warm in here for clothing, plus he was starting to become annoyed by the shirt preventing him from feeling Richter's skin against his own. Something tells him that would feel very pleasant indeed, so he'll allow the other to tug the shirt off without any complaints. Once it's off he does in fact sit back a bit to admire his boyfriend with an appreciative gaze. He likes what he sees, oh yes.]

[Were Richter actually wearing his glasses, he'd be able to appreciate the view as well. Sadly, a skin-colored blur in the shape of a blonde-haired human isn't exactly something to his liking. He'll just have to make up for it with his other senses, meaning a hand is moving up Emil's chest, towards his collarbone. His fingers caress the boy's neck for a moment, before continuing upwards, to his cheek.]

[The sensation of Richter's fingers on his bare skin causes him to shiver a bit, his throat going suddenly dry. He can't figure out why he suddenly wants this so badly, but the feeling is starting to become overwhelming and he shifts slightly, leaning into the gentle touch almost automatically. His own hands reach out to mirror the other man's movements on Richter's chest; wow, Richter really is nicely built. He's just going to feel those muscles now, hope you don't mind.]

Edited 2009-02-22 00:36 (UTC)

[If it were anyone other than Emil touching him like that, Richter would've probably killed them. Now, however, he can't help but appreciate how good it feels. An urge to pull the boy into another kiss strikes him, but apparently Emil is still intent on enjoying the view. Until that's passed, he'll just have to continue stroking the other's cheek gently.]

[Once more, on purpose this time, Emil brushes a thumb over Richter's nipple to see if he'll make that gasping sound again. That really turned him on for some reason he can't explain-- it was just a noise, why did it get him so excited? The cheek-stroking is nice too...]

Richter, I want...

[He knows what he wants, he's just having a hard time vocalizing it. Hopefully Richter will understand what he means by this.]

Mm..

[Oh, Richter understood, alright. He understood only too well. It's for this reason that he leans forward to kiss Emil on the lips again, both hands immediately slipping down to the boy's waist. It's kind of insane that he actually wants to do this right now, but on the other hand... He did tell Emil they'd know when the time was right. It seems perfectly right this morning.]

[Emil's hands settle over Richter's almost right away in silent encouragement as he leans into the kiss. Yes, he's a little nervous about doing this, but the sheer want is quickly drowning that out. Most importantly, he trusts Richter not to hurt him. Richter might be able to feel that his hands are trembling slightly, though.]

[It's certainly not going unnoticed. The last thing on Richter's mind right now is forcing Emil into something, no matter how pleasurable it might be. This is why he breaks away again, trying to look deeply into the boy's eyes.]

Are you sure this is what you want?

[Emil swallows hard before he answers.]

I'm sure.

[And he means it; he does want this more than anything. After all, he's had more than a few pleasant dreams about it, it's just that he's never done this before and doesn't really know what to expect. The fact that Katou said his experience hurt isn't doing anything to assuage his nervousness, either.]

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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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

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