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::Closed RP for Mello and Near::

((Likely to get NSFW))

It was the first time Near had been in the position of getting birthday presents for a boyfriend, and it was somewhat baffling.

After all, if Mello wanted something, wouldn't he just get it?

Still, Near wanted to at least try to celebrate. While Mello was out, he had a house elf bring in a chocolate cake, and stacked the neatly wrapped gifts he'd gotten on the bed; the obligatory high-end chocolate, several rare tomes on spell research, a few new floggers and other interesting 'toys'...

...and Near himself, dressed in only a black leather bow.

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"Am I?" I say. I like the effect I have on him, I really do, and everything's so visible. He's obviously enjoying this. I walk over to the bed and sort the gifts out by size. "So, then, I should start with the smallest?" I say, lifting the box and turning back to him.

"I believe that's traditional." He watches Mello fondly, pleased that this is being recieved so well. "But they are your gifts."

I watch him a moment. He looks rather pleased with himself. I slowly unfasten the wrapping paper. "Do all my presents work together?" I ask before looking into the box.

He pretends to think about this.

"I'm sure you could use most of them together. One of them might be hard to combine with the others."

Although as creative as Mello is, he could probably come up with a way to work books into sex play.

I tilt my head as I bring out the toy (http://store.babeland.com/safe-sex-sexual-health/aneros-prostate-stimulator). "Yes, I see how this could go with my biggest present," I say. I look at him and it. I think about putting it in him while I finish unwrapping. "Too bad I have to wait to open that one," I say and lay it on the bed.

Near shivers a little, and smiles. How very like Mello, to prefer to inflict pleasure over receiving it.

The next package is a book that had been referenced a couple of times in books in the restricted section but not in the library. I run my hands over the cover of it and look at Near. "It's a little unwieldy, but it could be used as a paddle," I say, smirking at him.

"Wouldn't that be an abuse of knowledge?" Near teases. "And a bit hard on your wrists."

I heft the book between my hands. "It would be a use of knowledge," I say. "And, no, if I hold it right, it would be hard on your ass." I swing the book and then set it down.

The next box rattles some as I pick it up. "Hmmm...What could this be?" I say. A (http://store.babeland.com/bdsm-floggers-slappers/lollipop) selection (http://store.babeland.com/bdsm-equipment/pinwheel-and-sheath) items (http://store.babeland.com/sexy-gifts-top-pics/shunga-chocolate-body-paint) is resting inside. I look at him again. "This could be fun," I say.

"It's meant to be." Near sits up a little, the better to watch Mello's face. "Enjoyable, that is."

I smile at him. "Indeed," I say. I trail the useful end of the crop over his arm and open the next package. Another book. Just by looking at it, it's easy to see it's probably about as old as the school. It's written in old English, almost closer to old German. "This might not be such a good idea to play with," I allow, setting it carefully on the bedside table before opening the last box. About a month's supply of chocolate. I smile at him. "You know me so well," I tease.

"I've had a long time to study you," Near reminds you. "You've been the focus of a fair bit of my attention for quite some time, for a variety of reasons. It helps when it comes to choosing gifts."

I move the boxes from the bed. "Now," I say, moving toward him. "Do I have to have cake before I open my biggest present?" I run my finger over the bow again. "Or can I play with my toys now?" I ask, teasing him.

"Don't you want your cake?" Near asks in a mock-hurt tone. "I chose it so carefully, to be sure you would like it. Besides," he continues, "You can do all sorts of things with frosting."

I rub my cheek against his hair. "You do have a point," I tease near his ear. "And, I think you like being used as a plate." I don't kiss him just yet. Instead I walk over to the cake and cut a large piece. I look over at him. "You will need to lie back, though."

Slowly, intentionally making a show of it, Near eases himself back, lying supine on the bed. He crosses his arms behind his head to keep them out of the way of any cake placement.

"I like pleasing you."

I watch, like I know he wants me to. "I do make it easy on you, don't I? Simple pleasures," I tease while carefully carrying the slice of cake over and setting it on his stomach. I put the knife back on the cake plate and pull off my shoes to sit on the bed next to him. I look at him, letting my eyes follow the lines of his body. "My favorite plate," I say, trailing my fingers down his chest from the bow to the cake.

"Yours to eat from." Near trembles slightly and tries not to giggle at the soft weight on his belly. "Yours for all manner of purposes. Especially on your birthday."

"Hmmm, whatever shall I do with you, then?" I drag some of the frosting over his skin and then lick my fingers. "Tasty." I pick up more frosting and hold it to his lips. "Want some?"

Knowing exactly how it will look, Near closes his eyes, snaking out his tongue to lap at the thick frosting, and Mello's finger beneath it.

I know he doesn't think he's that attractive, but when he does stuff like that, I think that he is very attractive. I let him draw my fingers into his mouth, my other hand caressing his leg.

Sucking away the last of the frosting, Near holds Mello's finger in his mouth, rolling it between his lips and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He shifts his leg, moving it under Mello's hand.

I smile and draw my finger out. "It's been a while since we've just played, hasn't it?" I drag my finger through the frosting again, this time picking up some cake and pop it into my mouth. I look at him, in his eyes. "Do you know how much I appreciate you, Near?"

"Mello," Near says softly. "It's better now, yes? It's a good day, now. For your birthday. We can be content together, happy."

I lean over and kiss him, taking my time. "It is getting better, yes. We can be happy together, my Near."

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