Oh yes, because being named after a sledgehammer is so noble. You're as thick as a hammer sometimes.
[Now he was really teasing, especially since it seemed to him that Maul was deeply proud of that name. It was definitely one of a kind, and Reaper fond it. Such an exotic looking race deserved fierce names, especially when they were warriors of merit. Still, he was allowed to tease Maul about his name to off-set the Crouton name. It was an ongoing pretend feud, and he definitely enjoyed it.
He still wasn't certain about the outfit. Maybe he should have toned done the highlights. Then he received the kiss and tension left him as he leaned in. Okay, so maybe he hadn't done terribly this year despite his continual bad mood about it.
He squished his large package, then he made a show of shaking it. Back the squishing and feeling along it before he was carefully opening the paper on it. He pulled out a black fur... something. He stopped and pulled off his gloves so he could run his bare hands over the fur, his eyes half closing in pleasure before he was shaking out the full length of it.]
Please tell me you killed something, skinned it and this is my gift?
[He leaned over, gently headbutting Reaper with his horns when he mentioned his head was as thick as a sledgehammer. He'd show him just how thick it was. But right now was Christmas and he didn't feel like starting anything unless it was definitely going to end in rough sex.
He waited eagerly to see if his second present would go over as well as the first one had gone. He grinned, all his sharp teeth on display, when Reaper look pleased with the gift. He'd gotten it in one. Of course Maul would have been the type to slay something and present its hide to his lover as a Christmas present.]
As it turns out, some of the monsters around here have the most luxurious pelts. I asked some of my followers where to find them and then took it to a shop to be turned into a blanket.
[He knew he'd pay in the best possible way for the sledgehammer comment, but that was fine. He would enjoy it because Maul was an excellent distraction when he wasn't in the best moods. They were decided good for each other for such things, though he had fewer outlets for bringing up his mood than Maul. He liked to keep it that way.
He ran a hand over the smooth black fur, digging his fingers into how luxurious it was. It was big enough that it would cover almost all over him too. It was quite the thoughtful gift, and he knew that he would get some use out of it given his current living situation.]
It's perfect. [He lifted it up and shook it out to get a full sense of the size before he turned it over and wrapped it around his and Maul's shoulders as he turned his head to pepper little affectionate kisses along the Zabrak's jaw and cheek.] You certainly know how to make Christmas acceptable to endure. I will get good use of it.
[He sighed and groaned happily as Reaper began to kiss him. Looked like Christmas this year was turning into something wonderful. Maul could definitely get used to this holiday coming year after year given how successful the last two had been for him.]
It is better than letting you turn into Ebenezer Scrooge.
[Yep, Maul had read 'A Christmas Carol' after he'd been given the book last year as a Christmas gift and knew what the references from it now meant.
He leaned into Reaper, running his hands over the man's body and showering him with affection. This day was all about spending it with those he cared about and loved, so Maul was going to gladly spend the next couple of hours having sex with Reaper until the two of them were too exhausted to continue.]
[Reaper paused at the mention of A Christmas Carol character, and he shook his head. It wasn't that he was cheap, but it was more that he had suffered his losses which made Christmas a painful prospect to have to endure. Yes, he could put more effort into the holiday, but doing so still made him see the glaring chasm of the people, experiences and traditions that he had given up in the name of revenge, in death.]
I'm more the Grinch, not Scrooge.
[He allowed himself to be distracted from thinking too hard of the whys he disliked endeavoring Christmas. He took a more passive track, letting Maul have control though it didn't mean that he was inactive at all as he knew better than to draw attention to his own emotional well-being. He wouldn't ruin Maul's joy with his own melancholy, and he had compartmentalized so much more.]
[Maul kissed Reaper along his neck and the bit of his chest he could reach without removing the man's clothes. Then with a predatory growl he lunged forward and pinned him to the ground with the new black blanket beneath him, nuzzling him gently along the edge of his jawline.]
Well then. Let's see if we can thaw out that cold heart of yours regardless.
[Reaper's hands lifted so he could drag his claws down Maul's back, digging in for the best kind of pressure through clothing. Then he grunted as he was slammed and pinned to the ground, wriggling so he could dig himself into the blanket of fur as his armour began to waver and melt into his body.]
If anyone can do it, I suppose you have the best chance.
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Date: 2022-01-19 06:17 pm (UTC)From:[Now he was really teasing, especially since it seemed to him that Maul was deeply proud of that name. It was definitely one of a kind, and Reaper fond it. Such an exotic looking race deserved fierce names, especially when they were warriors of merit. Still, he was allowed to tease Maul about his name to off-set the Crouton name. It was an ongoing pretend feud, and he definitely enjoyed it.
He still wasn't certain about the outfit. Maybe he should have toned done the highlights. Then he received the kiss and tension left him as he leaned in. Okay, so maybe he hadn't done terribly this year despite his continual bad mood about it.
He squished his large package, then he made a show of shaking it. Back the squishing and feeling along it before he was carefully opening the paper on it. He pulled out a black fur... something. He stopped and pulled off his gloves so he could run his bare hands over the fur, his eyes half closing in pleasure before he was shaking out the full length of it.]
Please tell me you killed something, skinned it and this is my gift?
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Date: 2022-01-20 06:33 am (UTC)From:He waited eagerly to see if his second present would go over as well as the first one had gone. He grinned, all his sharp teeth on display, when Reaper look pleased with the gift. He'd gotten it in one. Of course Maul would have been the type to slay something and present its hide to his lover as a Christmas present.]
As it turns out, some of the monsters around here have the most luxurious pelts. I asked some of my followers where to find them and then took it to a shop to be turned into a blanket.
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Date: 2022-01-21 08:39 pm (UTC)From:He ran a hand over the smooth black fur, digging his fingers into how luxurious it was. It was big enough that it would cover almost all over him too. It was quite the thoughtful gift, and he knew that he would get some use out of it given his current living situation.]
It's perfect. [He lifted it up and shook it out to get a full sense of the size before he turned it over and wrapped it around his and Maul's shoulders as he turned his head to pepper little affectionate kisses along the Zabrak's jaw and cheek.] You certainly know how to make Christmas acceptable to endure. I will get good use of it.
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Date: 2022-01-22 09:30 am (UTC)From:It is better than letting you turn into Ebenezer Scrooge.
[Yep, Maul had read 'A Christmas Carol' after he'd been given the book last year as a Christmas gift and knew what the references from it now meant.
He leaned into Reaper, running his hands over the man's body and showering him with affection. This day was all about spending it with those he cared about and loved, so Maul was going to gladly spend the next couple of hours having sex with Reaper until the two of them were too exhausted to continue.]
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Date: 2022-01-22 05:14 pm (UTC)From:I'm more the Grinch, not Scrooge.
[He allowed himself to be distracted from thinking too hard of the whys he disliked endeavoring Christmas. He took a more passive track, letting Maul have control though it didn't mean that he was inactive at all as he knew better than to draw attention to his own emotional well-being. He wouldn't ruin Maul's joy with his own melancholy, and he had compartmentalized so much more.]
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Date: 2022-01-23 02:13 pm (UTC)From:Well then. Let's see if we can thaw out that cold heart of yours regardless.
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Date: 2022-01-23 04:57 pm (UTC)From:If anyone can do it, I suppose you have the best chance.