( Some time in the night hours of Christmas Eve, after they've dined together as a family and had their fill of wine and happiness, Javert says that he has something for him. In a large white box with a gold bow, hidden beneath an astonishing amount of tissue paper, is a delicate fur cloak and a gold hand mirror.
He wanted to give him something practical, something that Huaisang can use that also elegant and beautiful. Javert smiles and asks if they please him, his expression warm and looking as smitten with his husband as ever. )
[Huaisang doesn't understand much about this Modern Earth 'Crismis' holiday, but he's always eager for celebrations, and after making Javert participate in his solstice celebration he's happy to follow his husband's instructions for proper Crimmits festivities. Opening the box, Huaisang gasps with admiration at the sight of warm fur and embroidery, touching it reverently, but he leaves it for now since he knows he's going to want to take his time with that. So he picks up the hand mirror first, exclaiming delightedly as he admires the design work, primping over his already perfect hair for a minute before setting the mirror down again so that he can gather up the cloak. He takes time to admire the workmanship first, knowing that Javert was likely to have chosen the materials and constructed the piece himself with fastidious care, though he suspects that the embroidery was likely outsourced to a specialist, since such creative artistry isn't usually Javert's specialty.] It's beautiful. Help me put it on?
( It's as perfect as any creation of Javert's can be. He would expect nothing less from himself, and nothing less than what Huaisang deserves. His eyes watch Huaisang with adoration, reaching for the cloak when his husband asks to try it on. )
Of course.
( He takes it gently into his hands, draping it over Huaisang's shoulders and tying at the front. He fusses with the fabric a little, making sure that there is nothing out of place before taking a step back and admiring his husband. His expression softens, overwhelmed with love. )
[Huaisang grins happily back at him for a moment, dopey and adoring, then pulls up the hood, playing with it to see how it falls, how much spare room there is for taller hairstyles. He arranges it perfectly, then steps close again, sliding his arms around Javert's shoulders.] Thank you. I love you.
[Beaming with happiness, Huaisang pulls him down for a kiss.]
( Javert accepts the kiss gladly, placing his hands on either side of Huaisang's waist. He lingers in it for as long as he can, deepening it a little with his tongue, sliding it against Huaisang's own. )
Think of it as a reward for putting up with my foolishness tonight.
( He murmurs, pulling away only a little. He knows Huaisang doesn't have a much of an opinion of his religion, and that only makes him appreciate this even more. His nose nuzzles against his husband's, always with a little bit of doglike affection. )
[Fortunately Huaisang has no idea whatsoever that this is a religious holiday--even Irving's gift and note to him was lacking in religious sentiment, and if Irving doesn't find an opportunity to stuff something full of religion, clearly it's a purely secular event.] I like your foolishness. Especially when there's wine and food and I get presents.
[Giggling happily, Huaisang teases his fingers along either side of Javert's neck, fingernails lightly scraping his five o'clock shadow.] Now, should I thank you with a blowjob or by fucking you senseless?
( If that's what Huaisang thinks, Javert isn't going to correct him. His religion is still a difficult thing to talk about, and Huaisang always has more questions than Javert has answers. He doesn't know what God wants from him, but he thinks God would be pleased to see him showing a little kindness to others.
He smiles then blushes, feeling Huaisang's nail dig into the stubble on his neck and make his mind turn away from such things. )
Obligation? [Huaisang repeats, bewildered about how his husband has so suddenly lost all his wits and knowledge of Huaisang's personality, Huaisang who has never in his life felt obligated to do anything, despite the best efforts of a great many people to instill him with duty, discipline, or a sense of filial piety.]
Ohhh, right, you're thinking of how much I hate sex. Which is really very considerate of you, but I'm determined to be strong. Even though I've never before put a cock in my mouth, perhaps just this once I could manage. [His expression is pure playful wickedness, leaning up to give Javert a soft, chaste kiss.] For you.
( Javert tucks his chin into his collar, looking a little embarrassed when Huaisang begins to tease him. His cheeks are burning by the time his husband kisses him, warmed by his own foolishness and Huaisang's sordid thoughts. )
Will you wear my gift while you do so?
( He wonders, always a little bit shy when voicing his desires. )
I'm not taking it off until I have to. [Huaisang leans up for another kiss, warmer and sweeter this time, then takes a moment to gaze lovingly into his husband's eyes.] I'm kind of tempted to go upstairs to bed so I can get a good angle and actually maybe manage to deepthroat you, but you'd have to be a little more active to help me take it. Or I can go down on you here. Preferences?
( Javert's heart does a little flip when Huaisang kisses him like that, looking up at him as if he is the only thing in the world that matters. He doesn't know if he will ever stop blushing, his face still warm as his husband speaks to him. Perhaps he's had a little bit more to drink than he thought. Or perhaps Huaisang is just that much more irresistible to him now. )
I would very much like to see how much you can take. ( He says after a moment, lifting his chin a little. ) If it is too much, I will stop.
[Grinning at that response, Huaisang takes his hands and tugs at him, drawing him upstairs to the bedroom.]
Undress for me, [he commands, but then goes to settle on the bed himself still fully-clothed before deciding again.] Actually, I'll be right back. Let me go change into something to wear under the cloak. Stand and wait once you're undressed.
[Winking playfully, Huaisang flits out the door to his own bedroom and his closet. He's much quicker about a change of clothes when it doesn't involve rearranging his hair, back in just a few minutes with the cloak back on, held closed in the front to conceal what he has on under it.
Taking a seat on the bed, Huaisang primly arranges the cloak around and beneath him, and then lounges backward so that it falls open around him, revealing the sheer gauze lingerie beneath. He settles so that his neck tips back over the edge, wiggling so that the angle is comfortable for him but straightens his mouth and throat for easier access. Smugly satisfied with the aesthetics of the situation, Huaisang then lets his eyes flick over to his husband.] Come here.
( Javert takes his time undressing, folding his clothes as neatly and as primly as he can as he waits for his husband to return. His cock is already half-hard — swelling between his legs as it has been for most of the afternoon. Huaisang could get him to come so easily, with little more than a glance and a word, if he wished to.
He looks up eagerly when his husband returns, his eyes following Huaisang across the room as he settles himself on the bed. The cloak tumbles around him beautifully, his body decorated in soft chains and translucent fabric, looking up at Javert with a pleased expression. I would do anything for you, he thinks, gazing at Huaisang until the other man beckons him over. Javert comes to the edge of the bed, the tip of his cock brushing against Huaisang's lips. )
Fuck my throat, [Huaisang answers, lips quirking with mischief as he says something so dirty.] Or as best as we can manage. You'll have to do most of the movement, and take it slow. You know my reactions. You'll know if I need you to pull back. As long as I don't start tensing up, just keep going.
[He speaks against Javert's cock, nuzzling and kissing at it until he's communicated everything he needs to. Then he licks the flat of his tongue over Javert's cock, moaning a little with want as he opens his mouth and reaches his hand backward to grab Javert's hip, pulling him forward.]
( Javert flushes deeply at those words, looking down at Huaisang and watching as his lips brush against his cock. Every little sensation makes him tremble, and it's all Javert can do not to thrust against him right then and there. But he waits for Huaisang to bring him to hardness, his cock swelling eagerly as his husband takes him into his mouth and sucks. )
I will not last.
( He says, pushing his cock a little further past Huaisang's lips, reaching down to place his hand on Huaisang's hip. )
You are far too arousing like this. I could finish just from looking at you.
[Huaisang answers with a pleased sound, rumbling around Javert's cock. He flicks his tongue against the sensitive underside of the head, pleased to be able to enjoy his husband from a new angle.
His legs shift a little, hips lifting instinctively as his cock hardens. Urging Javert a little deeper, Huaisang hollows his cheeks around him, making a few more little noises of pleasure. He catches Javert's hand, moving it to the side of his neck, wanting a little bit of help and support for his neck.]
( Javert's hand is quite large, wrapping around the side of Huaisang's neck and further, his fingers wrapping around his nape as the other man slides him further into his mouth. It's impossible for him not to whine, his cock jumping in Huaisang's mouth as he sucks and hums with pleasure around him. Javert's gaze near strays from him, looking down at his husband with wonder and with a soft pumping of his hips.
He doesn't want to overwhelm him, knowing that Huaisang's mouth is not quite the size to take him comfortably. So he eases into him, sliding his cock between his lips as slowly and inexorably as he can, watching his husband carefully for any signs of discomfort. )
[Huaisang moans and whimpers when he can, noises silenced as Javert's cock nestles against the back of his throat and then resuming as his husband pulls back again. He helps urge him forward and back with the lightest of signals, fingers against Javert's hips curling slightly to pull him forward and pressing back to get him to withdraw, barely a twitch of his fingers but clear enough as a signal, and Huaisang knows that Javert is always alert to the lightest of commands from him.
He shakes his head a bit as he pulls Javert forward again, trying to relax his jaw and throat. He pushes him back again, all the way out, so Huaisang can breathe and swallow and lick his lips, then pulls him forward once more, trying again, then again, until finally his throat accepts the intrusion and lets Javert slide in deeper, not quite to the hilt but nearly. Huaisang holds him there for a moment, his own cock aching with desire, then pushes him back again, panting softly to recover.]
( Javert doesn't fuck into him with very much force, his cock sliding in ever so slowly, not moving at all unless Huaisang tells him to. He knows his husband doesn't like the roughness quite as much as he does, and Javert is not at all in the mood to be brutal even if he was.
He breathes heavily, panting as if he is trying to catch his breath, his body shuddering and cock throbbing as it slides down Huaisang's throat. )
That's it. You're doing very well.
( He praises, echoing Huaisang's soft noises of pleasure as his cock slides out and then back in. )
[Huaisang groans as Javert slides out again, letting himself get lost in the slow rhythm of it, the feeling of being so totally filled. He flicks his tongue over the head of Javert's cock again as he eases back, wanting to capture the taste of him before it escapes and drips down the back of his throat.
His free hand reaches down to grasp his own cock, squeezing to give himself some warmth and sensation but not otherwise letting himself get distracted. He needs to focus on the pattern of his breath, on keeping the rhythm and keeping his throat relaxed.
( He's not the only one feeling a little bit overwhelmed — Javert is of the same mind, shuddering every time his cock slides all the way inside his husband's mouth, moaning as his tongue teases the head. The sight of him spread out on the bed is enrapturing, dressed in nothing but soft fabric and jewels, touching himself as he brings his husband to pleasure. Javert falls into a bit of a slow rhythm, thrusting in as far as Huaisang can take him before granting him relief. )
You won't make a mess of the bed, will you? It is Christmas tomorrow. I want you to swallow every drop so I won't have to change the sheets.
[Huaisang pinches Javert's hip for that, a sharp reprimand for his disrespect. He doesn't care about this 'Christmas' holiday, and is willing to make Javert change the sheets for no reason other than his own pleasure. Is he really in the mood for this color of bedspread today? He suddenly has some doubts. It would be unacceptable for it to clash with his lovely new cloak, after all.
He's a little tempted to push Javert back and scold him properly, but he's too pleased with his gift and this position, the satisfaction of fitting Javert fully down his throat, with Javert's balls bumping against his nose. A pinch is enough, and he's willing to continue, though he won't be surprised if Javert takes that reprimand more seriously.]
( Javert makes a sudden, surprised noise of pain, his hips stilling against Huaisang's mouth as he tries to comprehend what he just did. He trembles a little, suddenly feeling very guilty and unsure of himself — how dare he speak that way! To his dominant of all people! Javert removes his hand from Huaisang's neck, trying to pull away from him. )
Stop. Please, I wish to stop.
( He isn't going to bother with any sort of "safe word" — he always thought such a thing was pointless, he would never tell anyone to stop when he didn't mean it. There's a little bit of anguish in his voice, and if Huaisang doesn't try to stop him, he'll turn and make a sharp escape toward the bathroom. )
[Huaisang is not at all surprised when that sends Javert into a panic. Huaisang hardly ever has to reprimand him, so that was a relatively very sharp reprimand, and Javert has spiraled into self-recrimination for less. He releases his husband easily, though he makes a little sound of loss when Javert pulls back, disappointed at the physical loss even though he knows they have to deal with the emotional situation.
But then Javert is moving away from him, which is immediately unacceptable, Huaisang always wants him close when either of them is upset. Trying to reorient himself both physically and mentally, Huaisang gets a little tangled in the cloak trying to sit up and his voice just rasps when he tries to talk, a sound unrecognizable as Javert's name, so he snaps his fingers once in command. His gaze is heated with reprimand, though he's much more annoyed by Javert trying to flee than he is by his foolish words.]
( Javert doesn't make it very far — only halfway across the room before Huaisang snaps at him. He trembles violently, standing very still and keeping his head low to the floor. Shame overwhelms him, filling him with so much embarrassment he can't help but feel a little self-conscious of his nudity.
He turns and tries to will away his body's reaction, looking up only for a brief moment. He lowers his gaze and shudders once more, too upset to even speak when his husband is so irate. )
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He wanted to give him something practical, something that Huaisang can use that also elegant and beautiful. Javert smiles and asks if they please him, his expression warm and looking as smitten with his husband as ever. )
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Of course.
( He takes it gently into his hands, draping it over Huaisang's shoulders and tying at the front. He fusses with the fabric a little, making sure that there is nothing out of place before taking a step back and admiring his husband. His expression softens, overwhelmed with love. )
It is a gift in itself to see you like this.
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[Beaming with happiness, Huaisang pulls him down for a kiss.]
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Think of it as a reward for putting up with my foolishness tonight.
( He murmurs, pulling away only a little. He knows Huaisang doesn't have a much of an opinion of his religion, and that only makes him appreciate this even more. His nose nuzzles against his husband's, always with a little bit of doglike affection. )
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[Giggling happily, Huaisang teases his fingers along either side of Javert's neck, fingernails lightly scraping his five o'clock shadow.] Now, should I thank you with a blowjob or by fucking you senseless?
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He smiles then blushes, feeling Huaisang's nail dig into the stubble on his neck and make his mind turn away from such things. )
Please, Huaisang. There is no obligation.
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Ohhh, right, you're thinking of how much I hate sex. Which is really very considerate of you, but I'm determined to be strong. Even though I've never before put a cock in my mouth, perhaps just this once I could manage. [His expression is pure playful wickedness, leaning up to give Javert a soft, chaste kiss.] For you.
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Will you wear my gift while you do so?
( He wonders, always a little bit shy when voicing his desires. )
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I would very much like to see how much you can take. ( He says after a moment, lifting his chin a little. ) If it is too much, I will stop.
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Undress for me, [he commands, but then goes to settle on the bed himself still fully-clothed before deciding again.] Actually, I'll be right back. Let me go change into something to wear under the cloak. Stand and wait once you're undressed.
[Winking playfully, Huaisang flits out the door to his own bedroom and his closet. He's much quicker about a change of clothes when it doesn't involve rearranging his hair, back in just a few minutes with the cloak back on, held closed in the front to conceal what he has on under it.
Taking a seat on the bed, Huaisang primly arranges the cloak around and beneath him, and then lounges backward so that it falls open around him, revealing the sheer gauze lingerie beneath. He settles so that his neck tips back over the edge, wiggling so that the angle is comfortable for him but straightens his mouth and throat for easier access. Smugly satisfied with the aesthetics of the situation, Huaisang then lets his eyes flick over to his husband.] Come here.
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He looks up eagerly when his husband returns, his eyes following Huaisang across the room as he settles himself on the bed. The cloak tumbles around him beautifully, his body decorated in soft chains and translucent fabric, looking up at Javert with a pleased expression. I would do anything for you, he thinks, gazing at Huaisang until the other man beckons him over. Javert comes to the edge of the bed, the tip of his cock brushing against Huaisang's lips. )
What would you like me to do?
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[He speaks against Javert's cock, nuzzling and kissing at it until he's communicated everything he needs to. Then he licks the flat of his tongue over Javert's cock, moaning a little with want as he opens his mouth and reaches his hand backward to grab Javert's hip, pulling him forward.]
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I will not last.
( He says, pushing his cock a little further past Huaisang's lips, reaching down to place his hand on Huaisang's hip. )
You are far too arousing like this. I could finish just from looking at you.
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His legs shift a little, hips lifting instinctively as his cock hardens. Urging Javert a little deeper, Huaisang hollows his cheeks around him, making a few more little noises of pleasure. He catches Javert's hand, moving it to the side of his neck, wanting a little bit of help and support for his neck.]
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He doesn't want to overwhelm him, knowing that Huaisang's mouth is not quite the size to take him comfortably. So he eases into him, sliding his cock between his lips as slowly and inexorably as he can, watching his husband carefully for any signs of discomfort. )
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He shakes his head a bit as he pulls Javert forward again, trying to relax his jaw and throat. He pushes him back again, all the way out, so Huaisang can breathe and swallow and lick his lips, then pulls him forward once more, trying again, then again, until finally his throat accepts the intrusion and lets Javert slide in deeper, not quite to the hilt but nearly. Huaisang holds him there for a moment, his own cock aching with desire, then pushes him back again, panting softly to recover.]
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He breathes heavily, panting as if he is trying to catch his breath, his body shuddering and cock throbbing as it slides down Huaisang's throat. )
That's it. You're doing very well.
( He praises, echoing Huaisang's soft noises of pleasure as his cock slides out and then back in. )
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His free hand reaches down to grasp his own cock, squeezing to give himself some warmth and sensation but not otherwise letting himself get distracted. He needs to focus on the pattern of his breath, on keeping the rhythm and keeping his throat relaxed.
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You won't make a mess of the bed, will you? It is Christmas tomorrow. I want you to swallow every drop so I won't have to change the sheets.
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He's a little tempted to push Javert back and scold him properly, but he's too pleased with his gift and this position, the satisfaction of fitting Javert fully down his throat, with Javert's balls bumping against his nose. A pinch is enough, and he's willing to continue, though he won't be surprised if Javert takes that reprimand more seriously.]
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Stop. Please, I wish to stop.
( He isn't going to bother with any sort of "safe word" — he always thought such a thing was pointless, he would never tell anyone to stop when he didn't mean it. There's a little bit of anguish in his voice, and if Huaisang doesn't try to stop him, he'll turn and make a sharp escape toward the bathroom. )
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But then Javert is moving away from him, which is immediately unacceptable, Huaisang always wants him close when either of them is upset. Trying to reorient himself both physically and mentally, Huaisang gets a little tangled in the cloak trying to sit up and his voice just rasps when he tries to talk, a sound unrecognizable as Javert's name, so he snaps his fingers once in command. His gaze is heated with reprimand, though he's much more annoyed by Javert trying to flee than he is by his foolish words.]
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He turns and tries to will away his body's reaction, looking up only for a brief moment. He lowers his gaze and shudders once more, too upset to even speak when his husband is so irate. )
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