"Hiro-san… Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured. He rocked his body against Hiroki's, conveying his intentions.

"Idiot! Get off! We're not alone! Fuyumi is right here!" Hiroki protested in a bark-whisper. Without warning, Fuyumi was lifted out of his hands. Hiroki glanced up, and Nowaki resurfaced from Hiroki's jaw line. Akihiko stared back down at them, pursing his lips as he held Fuyumi up in his arms.

"Allow me to relieve you two of your brat, you horny idiots," Akihiko said. Hiroki let out a strangled sound from the back of his throat, his face practically combusting.

"A-A-A-Akihiko," Hiroki sputtered, trying to shove Nowaki off of him.

"Don't bother," Akihiko said, waving his free hand dismissively. "I have no right to interrupt makeup sex. Consider it payback for letting me and Misaki use your couch."

Hiroki wished he could disappear into a hole. Before he could wish death upon himself, however, a wrapped gift plopped down onto his chest.

"Merry Christmas," Akihiko said. "I'm taking Fuyumi up to sleep with Tomi-chan. Use your time well."

Akihiko turned on his heel and headed up the staircase before Hiroki could protest. Nowaki, meanwhile, was simply looking dazed as he caged Hiroki in on the couch.

"Okay, now Fuyumi's gone," Nowaki said after a short pause. He licked his lips and lowered his head once more, nipping at Hiroki's jaw. He pulled away with a sigh. "Surely you're not cold anymore…? Or maybe now, you're getting hot? Want to take off some of our clothes?"

Hiroki growled, a snappy retort sharp on his tongue. Before he could voice it, however, Nowaki nipped a sensitive area of his jaw and he gasped, shuddering under his fiancé's overwhelming body. Nowaki began peeling away Hiroki's scarf, and Hiroki's eyes snapped open.

"Wait, wait, wait!" he exclaimed, pushing Nowaki off of him. "I… you have one more Christmas present."

Nowaki blinked curiously, sitting up and allowing Hiroki to scramble off of the couch.

"Really? What is it?"

Hiroki pinched his lips together as he stood before Nowaki, his knees wobbling.

"Um…" he whispered. He squeezed his eyes shut and unwrapped the scarf from his neck with slow, deliberate movements. He peeked through cracked eyelids at Nowaki, who sat up completely on the couch and was watching him intently. Hiroki groaned in humiliation, holding the scarf up in front of his neck. "Ugh… don't stare at me like that."

Hiroki swayed uncomfortably, peeking over the top of the scarf at Nowaki, who blinked at him in confusion. Hiroki chewed his lip, letting the scarf slip from his fingers and flop to the floor.

"Hiro-san, what are you-" Nowaki began. Hiroki flushed scarlet as his eyes flicked down, spotting the red jingle bell collar. Nowaki's eyes widened, and he snapped his gaze back up to Hiroki's eyes. "Hiro-san, what is that on your neck?"

"N-Nothing," he stammered. He gulped and reached up to pop the first button of his shirt with trembling fingers.

"You're wearing a collar," Nowaki breathed. He moved to stand from the couch, but Hiroki jumped away and halted him with raised hands.

"Don't move just yet," Hiroki said shakily. Nowaki frowned and settled back into the couch, leaning back and watching Hiroki with hungry eyes. Hiroki gulped and stepped forward once more, moving down to the second button, then the third. His legs felt like jelly by the time he got to his last button. He squeezed his eyes shut and allowed his shirt to slide off of his arms and flop to the floor behind him. He crossed his arm over his chest, hooking his fingers on his upper arm as he brushed back a stray lock of hair with his free hand.

"Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered. Hiroki glanced at him, recognizing the face that had once told him to be confident in himself. He shakily moved his arms down, still clasping them nervously over his slightly raised stomach.

"Um… just… just try to ignore the stretch marks, okay?" Hiroki mumbled, running his thumb over a red scar on the underside of his belly. "And… I've got a little pouch… right here, but when I lay down, it's not that bad… so…"

"Hiro-san."

Hiroki glanced up at Nowaki, who smiled at him gently.

"Wh-What?"

"You are beautiful."

Hiroki blushed so heatedly that he could practically see the distortion in the air in front of him.

"Please continue, Hiro-san. Don't leave me hanging, you have my full attention," Nowaki urged, his eyelids lowering in desire. Hiroki nervously clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides.

"Um… I need to… take my uh… socks off," Hiroki stammered. Nowaki tilted his head in bewilderment as Hiroki went to him and turned around. He promptly sat down in Nowaki's lap.

"That doesn't hurt, does it?" Hiroki asked gently, putting his hand on Nowaki's formerly bad thigh.

"O-Of course not," Nowaki said, his voice strained. "I stopped using the brace a while ago!"

"Good. But if you push me down, I'll put my clothes back on. And there's still more for you to see besides my collar," Hiroki said, glancing over his shoulder. Nowaki licked his lips in response. Hiroki turned back toward the front and raised one foot. He slowly peeled his sock off. As he did so, he ground his hips into Nowaki's lap, earning a grunt.

"Sweet Jesus," Nowaki hissed. Hiroki felt his fingertips graze his hips in the desperation to grab on and bounce him. Hiroki smirked smugly and finished pulling off his first sock. He slowly lowered his leg, then raised the other one, effectively pivoting his body on Nowaki's lap. Nowaki groaned, and Hiroki peeked over his shoulder to see Nowaki lolling his head on the back of the couch. Hiroki pulled off the sock and stood, earning a whine of protest.

"Do you want to see your Christmas present, Nowaki?" Hiroki asked softly, his voice raspy with lust. He swayed his hips, and Nowaki's gaze flicked down to his groin.

"Show me," Nowaki growled. Hiroki slowly reached up to trail his hands all the way down his chest and stomach to the waistline of his jeans, where he dipped his thumb into the denim cloth.

"Are you sure? It might be a little too ecchi for your tastes."

Nowaki shifted, bracing himself on the armrest like he was going to stand again.

"Hiro-san, if you don't stop teasing, I'm going to shove you down and give you the worst rug burn of your life," Nowaki said throatily. Hiroki snickered.

"If you say so," he said. He slowly reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans. He shimmied out of them and cast them aside, leaving him in his boxers. When he looked down at himself, all of his confidence immediately disappeared, and he blushed even harder than he had before. He shuffled awkwardly, nervously brushing a lock of hair behind his ear.

"Hiro-san?"

"You know, maybe this isn't such a good idea," Hiroki mumbled, clenching his fists.

"Why?"

"It's embarrassing."

Hiroki's head snapped up as Nowaki stood from the couch.

"I-I-I-I told you, I'd get d-d-dressed if you a-attack me!" Hiroki spluttered. But Nowaki stepped forward only to put his hands on Hiroki's bare shoulders.

"We've been together for eight and a half years, Hiro-san," he murmured. He reached up to caress Hiroki's cheek. "Surely there aren't any more embarrassing things to hide from each other."

"W-Well…"

"Hiro-san. I know you love toy stores. I know about the birth mark shaped like a heart on your inner thigh. I know you are more susceptible to wet dreams when you sleep on your back," Nowaki listed. Hiroki's blush quickly spread to his chest. "I know that you can blush all the way to your knees. When extra provoked, your big toe blushes, too."

"Shut your mouth!" Hiroki hissed, gritting his teeth.

"I know all of your moans. I know that you absolutely love getting your nipples teased. I know every single embarrassing thing about you Hiro-san. I'd list off more, but these are just too tempting right now," Nowaki said, glancing down to Hiroki's quivering nipples. Before Hiroki could protest or say anything, Nowaki picked him up and swung him around. The next thing he knew, he was sprawled out on the couch, his leg awkwardly hanging over the back of the sofa. Nowaki fell to his knees beside him and immediately set to work on Hiroki's left nipple, running the flat of his tongue across the rosy red bud.

"Uhn," Hiroki grunted, tipping his head back as he braced himself on his elbows. Nowaki resurfaced from his ministrations.

"Hehe," Nowaki giggled randomly. "It's soft."

Hiroki snapped his head back up and glared at his idiot fiancé.

"Why are you so obsessed with how soft they are?" Hiroki snapped. Nowaki smiled at him.

"Because it's fun watching them harden," Nowaki said. Hiroki blinked and looked down, where one nipple was hard and standing at attention, while the other was still soft and smooth.

"Whoa," Hiroki said absently. He reached up to prod at his soft nipple. It immediately began to harden.

"See?"

"Do yours do that?"

"No. I'm always hard for Hiro-san."

Hiroki pinched his lips together in humiliation, but before he could yell, Nowaki crawled up onto the couch and pressed in between Hiroki's legs, kissing and sucking his neck. Hiroki shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut, huffing as Nowaki lowered his kisses to Hiroki's collarbone. Hiroki shifted on the couch, sighing with pleasure. He gasped, however, as something dug into his back.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed. Nowaki resurfaced from Hiroki's chest, alarmed. Hiroki reached under him and pried out the present Akihiko had left him. "Oh, I forgot to open this."

"Oh man," Nowaki said. He laughed grimly and lowered his head onto Hiroki's chest. "Cock-blocked by a Christmas present. Who would have guessed?"

"Shut your mouth, idiot. I'm glad I found this before we forgot about it completely. Akihiko would guilt trip me straight to hell," Hiroki said. He unwrapped it and opened the box under the wrapping paper.

…and squealed in surprise.

"What is it? What was in the present, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked as Hiroki lifted it up and out of his reach.

"Nothing!" he barked, his entire face becoming bright red.

"Show me," Nowaki demanded, trying to pry the gift out of Hiroki's hands.

"No!" Hiroki shouted. When Hiroki didn't let go, Nowaki lowered his head and bit Hiroki's nipple. He gasped and Akihiko's gift fell out of his hands and onto his chest. Nowaki grabbed it and looked inside.

"Ohhh," he said, raising an ebony eyebrow. "Maybe I'm not so cock-blocked after all."

Hiroki covered his face in mortification as Nowaki pulled a large bottle of candy-cane scented lube out of the box.

"Hehe, Hiro-san's going to smell like a candy cane for weeks," Nowaki cooed. Hiroki lowered his hands, furrowing his brows.

"What do you mean?"

Nowaki smiled as his eyelids lowered deviously.

"Tonight, we're going to use this entire bottle."

Hiroki gulped and licked his lips nervously. Of course, Nowaki saw it as an invitation, and without warning, their lips were clashing. Hiroki's eyes fluttered shut and he draped his arms loosely over Nowaki's shoulders, arching his body into the kiss. Nowaki moved to get into a better angle, but his knee bumped lightly into Hiroki's already straining groin, earning a grunt.

Jingle.

Nowaki pulled away, furrowing his eyebrows and looking around. Hiroki panted beneath him, his swollen lips still looking for more.

"What was that?" Nowaki asked.

"Mmm… what was what?" Hiroki asked heatedly, blinking lustfully up at his fiancé. Nowaki pursed his lips in confusion before lowering his head once more to resume their kiss. Tongues danced and heads swiveled desperately, drawing tiny, smothered moans from Hiroki's chest. Nowaki shifted again.

Jingle.

"There it is again!" Nowaki exclaimed, wrenching away from his fiancé. A trail of saliva snapped between them, some of it splashing down onto Hiroki's heated chest. He lolled his head dazedly.

"I don't know what it is, baby," Hiroki slurred, too deep in his lustful stupor to realize what the sound actually was. "I need it so bad, Nowaki...please…"

Hiroki bucked his hips.

Jingle.

Nowaki's eyes shot down to Hiroki's boxers-clad groin.

"Hiro-san… Hiro-san, get up," Nowaki said.

"Eh…?" Hiroki mumbled. Nowaki got off of him and grabbed him by the shoulders. After some struggle, Hiroki was standing before Nowaki, wavering on his feet. Nowaki held him steady by the hips, staring at the tent of Hiroki's boxers. He grabbed the pair of boxers by the seams and tore them down.

Hiroki's throbbing erection sprung out.

Jingle, jingle.

Around the base of his dripping organ was a little ribbon, tied up into a cutesy bow. Two jingle bells sat on either side of the bow. Nowaki simply stared at it, and Hiroki began to come down from his high.

"Uh… this wasn't m-my idea… sorry, I'll take it off," Hiroki said sheepishly, reaching up to grab the tails of the bow to untie it. Nowaki, however, grabbed his wrists.

"No," he said quickly. Hiroki nearly flushed purple under the intent gaze of his fiancé.

"Wh-What are you staring at?" Hiroki asked loudly after a few moments of prolonged silence. Nowaki looked up at him, his eyes darkened with pure lust.

"We're not going to have enough lube."