Summer turned his head a little, so he could breathe, and huffed a chuckle. “You say that like I don’t have any idea what it might be like, you dork.”
“Well…I can’t compare, but I’d imagine it’d be a lot different for you this time around,” He playfully bit down onto one cheek before slipping his fingertip inside ever so slowly. “Okay?”
“Hnnn,” Summer said incoherently. Sensation shot up his spine, first from the bite and then the finger, and he writhed, mostly involuntarily, jamming his hips against the sheets. “D’n’ stop.”
There didn’t seem to be much to say to that. After a moment, determined to recapture the mood, she said brightly, “Hard to invade where you’ve been invited. Mom will be disappointed if you don’t come to dinner, anyway.”
“…I’m meeting your mom?” he squeaked and gazed at her with an expression of horrified awe, terrified of screwing up and embarrassing her, but eager to meet someone so important in Summer’s life.
She raised her eyebrows at him bemusedly, laughing a little at his terror. “And my dad, and my twin … you’ll be fine! Just be yourself.”
He twitched, a jolt up through his body of simultaneous surprise and desire. After a second, he lifted his hips minutely, a sort of silent apology for the abrupt motion.
“Just you wait until I’m inside…I can’t even find the right words to describe how amazing it is,” he breathed out, voice somewhat muffled as he pressed another kiss to his skin, continuing to gently trace his way around the skin.
Summer turned his head a little, so he could breathe, and huffed a chuckle. “You say that like I don’t have any idea what it might be like, you dork.”
“Watch Mythbusters, eat finger foods, drink hot chocolate, and lounge around with my new toys,” she reeled off. One hand crept up to finger the charms on her new necklace. “It’s not very exciting. What about you?”
“Maybe you can find some room to let me squeeze in and invade your holidays?” he suggested and watched her with a tender smile, then he averted his eyes as he hunched down with embarrassment. “I…well, I’ve not celebrated Christmas in…years. There just didn’t seem much point until now…”
There didn’t seem to be much to say to that. After a moment, determined to recapture the mood, she said brightly, “Hard to invade where you’ve been invited. Mom will be disappointed if you don’t come to dinner, anyway.”
“Cold,” she laughed, even as the metal warmed up to her skin. “It’s fine, love.” She pulled her hair over one shoulder, piling it up in her lap, and looked back at him over the other shoulder. “Happy Christmas.”
Automatically reaching out to smooth her beautiful hair back, he beamed and kissed her sweetly, pulling her into a hug. “Happy Christmas, Summer. Now, what do you normally do for the holidays?”
“Watch Mythbusters, eat finger foods, drink hot chocolate, and lounge around with my new toys,” she reeled off. One hand crept up to finger the charms on her new necklace. “It’s not very exciting. What about you?”
He couldn’t swallow that moan, and shifted again, rubbing himself against the bed. “If you ask me that again I’m going to kill you,” he said, slightly breathless. “Assuming I’m not so boneless I can’t move. Then I’ll just get the cat to kill you, later.”
“I’m sure you’ll get me back at some point.” He chuckled and curled his fingers around his hips, effectively pinning him to the bed as he moved down even lower. Pressing a kiss to Summer’s lower spine, he coaxed his legs apart and tenderly traced a fingertip around his entrance.
He twitched, a jolt up through his body of simultaneous surprise and desire. After a second, he lifted his hips minutely, a sort of silent apology for the abrupt motion.
“Mmhmm,” Summer sighed out slowly. Tingles ran over his skin, the fine hairs rising and falling. He shifted against Isaac’s slow hands, trying not to moan with impatience. “You could do this for hours, couldn’t you?” he whispered.
Scooting closer down so that he could press a kiss to each of his boyfriend’s cheeks, he laughed and caressed the insides of his thighs, shifting against his skin. “Oh, I could — but I think you’d end up killing me before that,” he teased and cupped his rear, massaging the flesh in his hands. “Is this okay?”
He couldn’t swallow that moan, and shifted again, rubbing himself against the bed. “If you ask me that again I’m going to kill you,” he said, slightly breathless. “Assuming I’m not so boneless I can’t move. Then I’ll just get the cat to kill you, later.”
Disregarding the truly terrible job of wrapping (why he hadn’t just put it in an envelope, she didn’t know), she ripped the paper off and discarded it for Helios to find. When her eyes fell on the necklace, she sucked in a delighted breath. “Oh, Isaac.” Gently she brushed her fingertip over the metal, before holding it out to him. “Put it on me?”
A faint blush stained across his cheeks and he looked pleased that she appeared to like this gift, even if it wasn’t homemade. Nodding, he took the necklace from her outstretched fingers, before gesturing for her to turn around, pressing a kiss to her neck as he fastened the necklace around her. “How does it feel?”
“Cold,” she laughed, even as the metal warmed up to her skin. “It’s fine, love.” She pulled her hair over one shoulder, piling it up in her lap, and looked back at him over the other shoulder. “Happy Christmas.”
A very muffled snort came from the pillows. “I thought the word for men was handsome.” He writhed a little, shivering under Isaac’s gentle touch and the interesting feeling of the bedclothes against his cock.
“Alright, you’re beautiful and handsome, okay?” He sighed dramatically and mapped out the other male’s flesh under his fingers, hands ever so slowly moving lower and lower. “Feels good, huh?”
“Mmhmm,” Summer sighed out slowly. Tingles ran over his skin, the fine hairs rising and falling. He shifted against Isaac’s slow hands, trying not to moan with impatience. “You could do this for hours, couldn’t you?” he whispered.
She smiled back, eyes crinkling. “It’s fine! I just made it because I’m poor and making things is cheap.” She tweaked the wrap a bit around his throat.
“It’s the best present that I’ve ever had, Summer.” He admitted and stretched out his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. After a moment, he pulled away and bent down to grab a lumpy parcel with mismatched wrapping paper, before handing it over to her. “I’ve been saving for a while for it…”
Disregarding the truly terrible job of wrapping (why he hadn’t just put it in an envelope, she didn’t know), she ripped the paper off and discarded it for Helios to find. When her eyes fell on the necklace, she sucked in a delighted breath. “Oh, Isaac.” Gently she brushed her fingertip over the metal, before holding it out to him. “Put it on me?”
