Both Ouma and Kiibo laughed hysterically, still both in complete shock due to the events that had just occurred. It was a brief reunion, yes, but that only made each all that more hungry for more affection. In that way, they were alike - both wanting attention, the other having that to give. They were perfect together, despite their few disagreements. Even after a fight, either would apologise profusely and beg for forgiveness, to which they were always given.
Stepping into the house, a wave of warmth hit Kiibo, both physically and emotionally. The aura surrounding him was calm and welcoming, the fresh and festive smell of peppermint from the rows of candy canes that decorated the fireplace filled the air, causing him to hum in delight. This is what a real home was - and that was something he didn't think that he had ever experienced.
From the loudness of the two of them without any other complaints, one could only assume Ouma was home alone. Yet, Kiibo's suspicions were proved to be correct as said boy turned around, snaking his arms around the taller one's neck. His eyes were half-lidded, and a lazy smirk tugged at his lips. "I still can't believe you're here.." Ouma trailed off, tilting his head to the side. His breathing had picked up its pace, and gaze slowly travelled down to Kiibo's lips. They were cold and pale, but that was only more inviting.
"I know..! I'm just glad that I get to be with you again. And on Christmas, too!" Kiibo smiled, completely oblivious to the actions that his boyfriend had in mind. Well, that was until he felt the heat of another body press itself against his own, the contrast of flesh and metal feeling strange to both parties. The robot let out a small breath, looking down to lock gazes with a lustful one. Waiting no longer, he leaned down, connecting their lips in what seemed like their millionth kiss this evening. Not like that was a bad thing, though.
Except, this kiss wasn't like the others. Instead of being soft and loving, it was rough and filled with passion and all the pent up emotions from throughout the year, their true feelings all coming out at once in a frenzy of sloppy kisses. Kiibo began to walk forward, a hand attaching itself to Ouma's hip before backing him up against the wall. The dictator giggled against the other's mouth, yet still fully submerged in the shared ecstasy that filled the air. The atmosphere was filled with such tension that it would be easy to slice through it with a knife. All the frustration showed itself, the kiss speaking clearer than any words could.
Kiibo reached upwards, his free hand moving over Ouma's red cheeks to cup it, forcing the intimacy to deepen. So much so that mere lip-locking wasn't enough to satisfy the desires each had grown. As if reading the other's mind, both slowly began to work their tongues into the mix, either exploring the other's mouth deeply. The wet muscles rubbed together every now and then, fighting as to who would lead. Kiibo was the victor, of course.
The room was silent, the only sounds echoing through seeking to be the smacking of lips and the occasional moan that would leave their throats. Things were beyond heated now, and despite such a move being fuelled by sexual needs, the love was still evident, that being the whole reason such a thing was happening in the first place.
Eventually, however, a human's cursed need to breathe is what broke them apart. They both panted heavily, cheeks flushed with a dark hue as purple orbs met teal. They seemed to shine to brightly underneath the fairy lights that were strewn around the home. Due to the kiss being so messy, a string of saliva was the only thing that connected their tongues, as well as the spit that trailed down their chins.
"Wh-What was that for..?" Ouma laughed breathlessly, resting his head back against the wall in an attempt to regain his normal breathing pattern. Kiibo smiled triumphantly, taking his hand from the face opposite him only to point it up at the ceiling. "Mistletoe."
Looking up, low and behold, a small plant with white flowers hung directly above.
"I don't mind. I just missed how your lips felt." Ouma giggled again, pressing another quick peck on Kiibo's nose. "I hope we can pick up from where we left off later..~" Just as Kiibo was about to reply, he was cut off.
"Nope! No Ouma! Not now, at least!" He reached down and took the synthetic hand in his own, squeezing it affectionately. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get this Christmas started and you unpacked! You can sleep in my room tonight, too!" Ouma grabbed Kiibo's baggage in his free hand, using the other to still cling on. Kiibo grinned, taking this opportunity to lace their fingers together.
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After about thirty minutes of 'unpacking', both males had eventually come to an agreement. By 'unpacking', I mean Ouma dumping the contents of Kiibo's bag onto his bed and rifling through them, throwing his clothes all over the room. Kiibo trailed behind, picking up the fabrics and folding them neatly before placing them in a corner.
"Whew, that was ex-haust-ing! I'm all worn out! I needa nap!" Ouma flopped back on to his bed, ready to shut his eyes before something shone in his peripheral vision. A few boxes, which looked to be gifts. This immediately woke him up, and caused millions of questions to flood his mind, all of which he bombarded Kiibo with.
"What're those?"
"Who are they for?"
"Are they for me?"
"What's in them?!"
"Can I see?"
"Pretty pleeeeassseee?"
All of which were left unanswered.
"You'll get them tomorrow. Until then, how's about we make the most of this Christmas Eve?" Kiibo smiled, holding out a large woolly blanket. He always remembered seeing Ouma cuddled up within it during their calls and always longed to be under there with him. And now was his chance.
The supreme leader nodded vigorously, moving over to create some space for his lover, and he only crawled in, pulling the blanket up to their chins. Ouma was on his side, arms latched around Kiibo as if he was hugging a large teddy bear, his leg wrapped around his waist. The robot, however, snaked an arm around his partner's shoulders, him embracing Ouma as exactly as he was. They huddled against the warmth, basking in each other's presence.
Ouma placed his head on Kiibo's chest, nuzzling against it, only to feel an array of kisses being placed in top of his head, as well as fingers climbing themselves through his mess of violet locks. "You're so cute, you know that? Adorable."
"Am not!"
Kiibo shushed him, closing his eyes. "You can't deny it or else Santa will hear. He may be on his way, but that won't stop him from bringing you coal."
Ouma gasped. "I don't want coal! I want cool stuff, like lasers and guns! Pew, pew!" He pretended to shoot with his hands.
"Maybe if you're good and just agree with me! I don't wanna hear another word. Rest now so we can be up early tomorrow. Maybe then you'll get your presents. Until then, have sweet dreams."
"They'll be sweet, as long as you're in 'em."
