Despite the snow on the ground, the streets of Ikebukuro were as busy as ever. Holiday decorations decorated the storefronts to entice potential customers to come and purchase that perfect gift. Couples were huddled close together for warmth as they scurried down the streets to their destination. It was Christmas Eve, a day for celebrating with your significant other privately before the family affair of Christmas Day. A time to exchange soft words that would be swallowed by the snow and exchange heartfelt gifts by a warm fire. For most that time will be later in the day, once the sun has set and the Christmas lights of the city set it ablaze in romance. Which is why Ichiro is currently bundled up under his comforter, trying to ignore the sunlight sneaking through the gaps in his curtains.
Normally he was a fan of the mornings as it was one of the few times he could enjoy some peace and quiet in a house of rowdy teenage boys. But the weeks leading up to Christmas had been filled with non-stop requests for Yorozuya Yamada. Snow shoveling, shopping and dog walking for those who couldn't handle the snow and ice, searching for non-existent last-minute gifts, assisting with decorating, all on top of creating a perfect Christmas for his own little family. By the time he closed the shop for the holidays he felt like the next time he'd open his eyes was to celebrate the new year. Realistically though he was planning to spend the day in bed until it was time for the evening celebrations with his boyfriend.
A smile creeps onto his face at the thought of his boyfriend. He'll probably be all bundled up in those cute pastel colors he likes, a bright pink marshmallow in the sea of people. He'll clutch Ichiro's arm and point out the lights while Ichiro focuses on how they reflect in his blue eyes. He nuzzles his pillow like it's the pink top of his boyfriend's head, sleep addled mind conjuring up the sweet fruity scent of his shampoo. He can even hear that impish giggle floating through the air, as if the other is trying and failing to be quiet. Ichiro hugs his body pillow closer to his chest in an effort to muffle the noise. The heat it emanates relaxes him further, serving to remind him of the tiny human shaped space heater he was dating.
His brows furrow as he realizes what he just thought. Even if his body pillow did generate heat, which is doesn't, there's no way it would make that much. He sluggishly moves his hands over the pillow, trying to figure out what exactly he's holding onto. It's smooth, definitely smoother and softer than anything he owns. And fuzzy? There definitely feels like something resembling fur along the edges. He gives an experimental squeeze over the smooth part once he has a fairly good handful. Whatever it is pushes back into his hand with a breathy gasp.
His mind comes screeching to a halt. Breathy gasp?
"Geez Ichiro, it's not nice to tease a guy, you know?"
Ichiro's eyes fly open, looking down to meet the mischievous blue eyes of his boyfriend. He does the logical thing one does upon finding their significant other unexpectedly in their bed and flings himself back with a shriek. He manages not to throw himself off the bed, but it's a close call. "Ramuda! Jesus fucking…what the hell? Why are you here?"
Ramuda pouts as he sits up. "Really? I come all the way here in the cold, get all dressed up for you, and that's the first thing you say? You're so boring!"
"Sorry, I-wait, dressed up? What are you…" His eyes widen as they rove over Ramuda's lithe form. He swallows, feeling heat fill his cheeks as he takes in the sight on his bed. Ramuda smirks, adjusting himself so the entire outfit is on tantalizing display.
"So ~ ? You like it?"
Speech is currently a function that's too advanced for Ichiro. His gaze starts where Ramuda is kneeling, taking in the red thigh highs topped with snow white fluff that hug his legs. There's a nice expanse of alabaster skin soft and inviting, before the white fluff at the hem of the tiniest red booty shorts Ichiro has ever had the pleasure of seeing begins. Not that he really gets to see the skin of his thighs thanks to Ramuda's fingerless gloves hiding them from view where they rest of the tops of his thighs. At least he canappreciate the vas expanse of his toned abdomen as his eyes trail up to the matching tube top. To finish the ensemble, a Santa hat currently sits on top of Ramuda's head.
Ichiro swallwos again, mouth suddenly full of saliva. His voice is rougher than usual when he speaks, "I…you…J-Jiro and Saburo…"
"Are currently not here," Ramuda sings. He crawls over to place himself fin Ichiro's lap, slow and seductive Ichiro rests his hands on that smooth waist, fingers unconsciously toying with the waistband. "They left after letting me in. You raised such good boys! "
"You let my brothers see you like this," he chokes out, overprotective brother instincts kicking in. He did his absolute best to hide the fact that he did indeed have a sex life from them. Saburo was unfortunately too smart but thankfully had enough grace to not be too obvious about the fact that he knows. Jiro though…sweet, trusting, innocent Jiro…how could he ever face him again? What does he even say to him?
Ramuda shakes his head, laughter falling from his lips. "No way, this is for Ichiro's eyes only! Plus it's way too cold to walk around like this; I'd turn into a popsicle! Although…"
Ichiro's breath hitches as a gloved hand slips underneath his shirt. The faux fur tickles his skin, causing his muscles to tense as goosebumps rise. He doesn't miss the wicked gleam in those blue eyes before Ramuda leans in, pressing every inch of his body against Ichiro's. The heat of his smaller body seeps through his clothes, serving to further his intoxication from that sweet scent so unique to his boyfriend. Lips ghost along his cheek as they make their way to deliver words dripping with that honey rich voice Ramuda would occasionally use.
"I don't think I'd mind if you were the one to eat me up."
He's barely pulled away before their lips are pressed together. It's slick and filthy, tongues immediately seeking each other out. Ichiro smirks as Ramuda shudders and moans into his mouth, pressing harder against him. It's adorable how worked up he gets whenever he thinks Ichiro is 'dirty'. It had been a bit surprising considering how well-kempt the designer is, but he had explained it once. Something about it being a power trip sort of thing? The only part Ichiro really understood was that morning sex was amazing and Ramuda was happy. Any thinking beyond that just wasn't required.
He runs his hands down Ramuda's sides to feel up his thighs and ass. What little fat Ramuda manages to accumulate seems to gather solely in his thighs and ass. A fact that Ichiro was thankful for every time he managed to cop a feel of those heavenly soft thighs or squishy cheeks. It's in the midst of his worship that his fingers brush against something hard, right where Ramuda's puckered entrance is. The gentle touch has the other shuddering, grinding against his rapidly hardening dick with a fervent moan. Ichiro pulls away, snapping the thin string of saliva connecting their lips as he speaks.
"Ramuda…is that…?"
Ramuda has the audacity to look bashful, head turned tot eh side as he fidgets in Ichiro's lap. "You always work so hard during the holidays. You need to rest too you know? So before I came here I did all the work. "
Ichiro almost wants to cry at how thoughtful yet simultaneously cruel Ramuda could be. That little brat knows how much he loves opening him up like a carefully wrapped Christmas present. He rubs his fingers against the base of the plug, pushing on it a little to get him to jerk in his lap. He's no stranger to sex toys thanks to the designer, but he hasn't felt one like this before. Instead of a flat base it feels like it's curved; he can't imagine how one would sit on it if it's as inflexible as it feels. He slips his hand into the back of Ramuda's shorts to get a better feel. Like this he can tell it's one of those glass ones and that the base is curved like a hook. He smirks, grasping the base and thrusting it a little bit in and out just to hear the other man moan.
"Ngh…t-teaing Santa will get you coal you know!"
He laughs, nuzzling against his neck. That sweet fruit scent invades his senses as he takes a deep breath. "Oh really? And what does greeting my impressionable younger brothers at the door with your ass stuffed get you?"
"I was hoping it'd be my boyfriend's dick, but he's being such a meanie right now," Ramuda grumbles. Ichiro hums, pressing an apologetic kiss to the fair skin of his neck.
"Alright, I'll be nice. How about you show off your hard work then, huh?"
Ramuda nods before placing a hand in the middle of Ichiro's chest and easing the other back into his pillows. He keeps that hand there while he readjusts himself to press his ass firmly against his groin. The base of the plug brushes against his cock, pulling moans from the both of them. Ichiro's hands move to rub at his hips and thighs as they rock against each other in an all too familiar way. The only thing that would make this perfect was if he could sit up to kiss him breathless. Unfortunately, with that hand pressed against his chest, all he can do is watch Ramuda move and arch against him like the little tease he was. At least he was allowed to touch this time; too often he was completely at the mercy of the other's whims and desires. Not that he doesn't enjoy it every time, but there's only so many times you can cream your boxers before you start thinking that maybe you're dating an asshole.
It's when he starts to toe the line of frustration at being denied more of Ramuda's body that the other slides from his lap to stand at the foot of his bed. He shivers at the loss of warmth and friction, which pulls a laugh from the man staring him down. "Aw, miss me already? Don't be sad, I'll be back soon. "
He grips the waistband of those tiny red shorts, giving Ichiro a wink as he turns. He spends the next few minutes being an absolute tease, pulling on the waist only to let it snap back in place with a gasp. Tugging them down far enough that it squeezes the swell of his ass only to pull them back up. Ichiro has worked hard to develop his patience, had to out of necessity to raise his brothers, but Ramuda's teasing always managed to gnaw away at every last thread until there's nothing left. He sits up, ready to grab the other man and undress him himself. As if on cue Ramuda bends forward at the waist, essentially folding himself in half as he pulls the shorts all the way down.
The little wiggle of his hips wasn't necessary to get Ichiro's attention focused on his hole, but it was definitely appreciated. Nestled snugly between his cheeks was a red and white hook, beginning one of them to reach out and pull it. Ramuda answers its call as he reaches behind him to grasp the glass and slowly pull it out. The red and white swirl together in stripes down the long length of the plug. Ichiro's not sure why it looks familiar, but in his defense watching how Ramuda's rim tries to keep it inside doesn't leave a lot of room for any thoughts other than 'God I wish that was me'.
After what feels like an excruciating eternity the plug is pulled out. Ramuda turns back to face Ichiro, twirling the toy around his finger. Dimly Ichiro wonders if he'll let him suck it before kissing him again. The idea is killed by Ramuda tossing it to the floor as he speaks. "You know, this candy cane felt nice and all, but I think I know one that would feel much better. "
Ichiro's cock twitches in his shorts as those blue eyes focus on it. He watches with rapt attention as Ramuda places a little foil packet between his teeth before climbing back into the bed. It's agonizing watching the condom swing back and forth with every slow, calculated movement of that pale, lithe body. His fingers twitch with the overwhelming urge to touch, to pull Ramuda back into his lap so he can be stuffed just how they want. But he's learned by now that Ramuda's generosity has its limits, that just because he was allowed to touch earlier doesn't mean he is now. His restraint is rewarded by those slim fingers gripping his shorts and pulling them down. He's wracked with a shiver as his cock springs free, cold air hitting the already moistened tip.
"Wow, already so excited for me," Ramuda laughs, ripping open the foil. He rolls the red and white striped condom over Ichiro's cock, just as slow as his other movements. "Hey, do you think you're even gonna last?"
Ichiro opens his mouth to reply. Instead all that comes out is a guttural mona as Ramuda chooses that moment to sink onto his cock. Thanks to their schedules it's easily been a month since they've last ben able to be intimate with each other. His cock is already throbbing inside that tight wet heat, threatening to spill his seed like a recently bedded virgin. His hands tightly grasp slim hips, looking for anything to help him keep a hold of his sanity and dignity. The action has Ramuda giggling again, teasing smile on his face.
"Aw, this reminds me of the first time we fucked." Ramuda leans down, purple ends of his hair brushing against Ichiro's shoulders. "You made the same cute faces, and you were just as twitchy then too."
He doesn't give Ichiro a chance to defend himself, lifting his hips before sliding back down. Blue eyes slip closed with a moan as his cock rubs against those velvety walls. Ichiro can't stop the twitch of his hips upwards even if he wanted to, mind focusing solely on being as deep inside Ramuda as possible. Whatever teasing remarks he'll make are worth the surprised little gasp that falls past those petal pink lips. He can't even bring himself to pretend to look apologetic when Ramuda fixes him with a pout.
"You're being awfully naughty today." He bops Ichiro on the nose to accentuate his point. "And after you said you'd be nice too!"
"What can I say? You make me wanna misbehave."
"And you call me a brat." Ramuda leans back, resting his palms behind him on the bed. An easy smirk crosses across his face as he speaks. "Keep your hands right there and stay still! And absolutely no cumming before I do, 'kay?"
Fuck if he didn't enjoy being bossed around while that pint-sized powerhouse was taking his dick. He doesn't even realize he's agreed until Ramuda starts to ride him so slowly it should be considered criminal. His grip tightens to the point that he knows dark bruises are going to blossom where his hands were. The thought of seeing those marks whenever Ramuda stretches or bends in a way where his shirt lifts fuels his arousal. He bites his bottom lip, doing his best to stay still just like Ramuda asked. It's damn near impossible with how Ramuda clenches around him without warning at random intervals. The wicked smirk he gets each time he flinches and moans only serves to make his arousal burn hotter deep in his gut.
Ramuda shifts so that his gloved hands are splayed over Ichiro's chest. Even through his shirt the touch burns. "Geez, you're so sensitive. I meant it when I said no cumming before me!"
He uses his new leverage to slowly lift his hips before dropping harshly back down. The movement has them both gasping and shutting their eyes. A dangerous play on Ichiro's part as it allows his senses to focus on other, previously unnoticed details. Like how Ramuda's sweet scent is beginning to mix with the heady musk of sweat and sex, or the quiet squelch of his hole that's almost drowned by the pants and moans that spill from his lips. His fingernails start to dig into slim hips, crescent shaped marks sure to appear on the delicate skin once they're done; Ramuda shivers, finally setting a faster pace. Ichiro forces his eyes open to watch the show. He's mesmerized by how Ramuda's cock bobs in time with his thrusts. The pink head glistens, a few drops of precome having already leaked onto his stomach. He can feel his mouth water with the urge to take it in.
"Mngh…you're lucky I, ah, I'm just as sensitive." Ramuda's voice pulls his gaze upwards until he meets half-lidded blue eyes. Ichiro feels hypnotized, unable to do anything but listen. "Leaving me alo-oh-one, for a whole mo-uh-onth. That's really mean."
"Ramuda," Ichiro moans. If he were in his right mind he'd tell him he's just as guilty for being busy. If he were a little farther gone he'd beg him to touch, to take what he needs. As he is now all he can do is moan the other man's name and hold on to him tightly. Ramuda tightly grips his chin, leaning down until their foreheads are almost touching. The air between them is hot, the cold of December already forgotten.
"Better make it up to me," he breathes against Ichiro's lips. He closes the distance between them, lips crashing together like a force of nature. Ichiro takes it as an invitation to plan his feet in the bed and meet every one of Ramuda's thrusts. He grasps Ramuda's cock, frantically stroking it in an attempt to keep pace with their movements. Every sharp cry, every wanton moan, every gasping breath from Ramuda he swallows as if he's dying of thirst and it's the only water around for miles. But while his thirst may be quenched the fire inside him isn't. If anything the sounds only stoke the flames higher, brighter, until they threaten to consume him. Ichiro grits his teeth, silently begging Ramuda to finish before he's burnt to a crisp. His pleas are answered when Ramuda tosses his head back, back arching as his mouths opens in a silent scream.
Ichiro always finds him breathtaking when he comes undone. It's when his face is the most honest, the most open. A bright red flush always sits in the apples of his cheeks. Thin pink eyebrows always bunch together before relaxing. Ichiro's so focused on his expressions that he doesn't mind the cum splattering over his shirt. As far as he's concerned Ramuda can ruin a hundred shitty sleep shirts as long as he gets to see him do it every time.
It isn't long before Ichiro is following him over the edge, spilling inside the condom with a groan. By then Rmauda has already slumped over to rest against him, arms wrapped loosely around his neck. While every inch of him feels like it's made of lead, Ichiro manages to bring his clean hand up to gently pet his pink hair. Ramuda hums, nuzzling at his neck and pressing a chaste kiss there as a reward. The sound of their heavy breathing fills the room; Ichiro lets his eyes slip closed, fully intending to fall back asleep just like this.
"So head to the showers and get handsy there?"
Ichiro's eyes fly open to stare at him in disbelief. Ramuda meets his gaze, looking as serious as a recently fucked pastel man can. "No way you want to go again so soon."
Ramuda puffs out his cheeks as he sits up. "You can't possibly think I'd be satisfied with just one round. I went like a whole month without my super cute, super sexy boyfriend! I'm like, all pent-up!"
Ichiro groans, flopping back into the pillows. So much for being well-rested for the holiday festivities.
A/N: Between my love-hate relationship with the song "Santa Baby", having to google Christmas themed sex toys, my lack of time management, and my general inability to write, it's a minor miracle this fic exists at all.