Log; Happy Birthday, Boyfriend

[ambitious_muse]

Who: Sigma (native) and York (native)
What: celebrating York's birthday. privately.
Where: Sigma's apartment
When: Saturday morning (17 October; backdated)
Warnings: some adult content

The problem with having a clever live-in boyfriend is that Sigma has no idea how to hide his birthday present. Clearly, the solution is to not keep the present in the apartment. Still, what to get him?

Ultimately, it was the beignets that gave him the idea. He ends up not getting anything until the morning of; then, an hour before York would wake up, Sigma sneaks out of bed. A note on his pillow should keep York from worrying if he wakes up early. Sigma takes a spare outfit into the bathroom so he can change quietly later, then puts on street clothes and he's ready to hit the store and the Green Fairy.

He's home within a half hour of York's usual wake-up time, arms loaded with groceries and a latte for York. Hopefully the smell doesn't wake York. Moving quickly, Sigma snatches a length of gold ribbon from the bag and hurries into the bathroom. He stowed the skinny jeans that York loves in here and his soft brown button-up shirt that he bought for the party at Errera tonight. He unbuttons the sleeves, though, and only does the second-to-last button up the front so his shirt hands open. All the easier for York to see his collar, which he puts on now. Last of all, he slips the ribbon through his belt loops and ties the biggest bow he can manage.

There. The first part of the present is wrapped. Now he snatches everything else and carries it to the bedside table: the cinnamon spice latte, whipped cream, caramel and chocolate syrups, fresh strawberries, and even a little bowl of powdered sugar. For a final touch, he sets the cuffs beside them. Hopefully he did a decent job rigging up the headboard so they can use the cuffs more effectively. For now, though, he gets into place, climbing onto the bed and straddling his boyfriend.

"Hey, birthday boy," he croons. "I brought you breakfast in bed and a present to unwrap."

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[depthlesslock]

York kisses him fully and completely, his hand still holding the ring, other fingers brushing over his neck while his free hand slides up and down his toned back.

[ambitious_muse]

Humming at the touch, Sigma slips his arms close to York's sides and trails his hands along his chest.

[depthlesslock]

York presses up into the touch, his hand leaving the ring to gently run two fingers under the the collar, brushing over Sigma's skin. Then he reaches for the one done bbutton, undoes it and slips the shirt off.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma laughs low in his throat. He really likes that shirt, but for now, it'll only be in the way.

[depthlesslock]

Funny how part of what makes clothes like this so appealing is getting to take them off your partner. York would point this out, but his mouth is busy with other things at the moment. His hands roam over Sigma while he kicks the covers off him.

[ambitious_muse]

Keeping York's mouth busy is the name of the game this morning. Sigma licks at his lips before pulling back just enough to let the covers fall away.

[depthlesslock]

York's lips part to let him in and his hands find his way down to Sigma's hips and then further down to his butt. Damn, he does love these jeans on him.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma's tongue trails along the inside of York's lips. He also loves these jeans, especially when his boyfriend responds like this. Those hands make him shiver and arch back into those fantastic hands.

[depthlesslock]

He moans, his tongue meeting Sigma's as one hand moves back over his hip to find the bow at the front of his jeans and pulling it loose. He chuckles as he does because it's brilliant and ridiculous and so totally them.

[ambitious_muse]

Oh, so he's unwrapping his present first?

Actually, that's completely understandable. Sigma will be more comfortable for breakfast once he's out of his jeans. He licks under York's jaw when he laughs.

[depthlesslock]

He moans as he always does when Sigma teases him there. He pulls the ribbon out and teasingly brushes it over Sigma's face, then sets it down to one side and goes back to easing his pants open.

[ambitious_muse]

The ribbon makes him laugh harder. It feels nice to be free of those jeans. Climbing into bed calls for more flexibility than jeans allow, after all.

Not that he helps. York is more than capable of opening his own present.

[depthlesslock]

Getting the jeans down takes work, given how tight they are, but between them, they mange it and once they're off, York wastes no time in running his hands up Sigma's bare legs.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma leans in to kiss him again, no longer hungrily but teasing. Little kisses along York's jaw should do the trick.

[depthlesslock]

York lets him tease for a bit, then chases his lips until he manages to catch them with his own.

[ambitious_muse]

As usual, he's more than happy to have been caught. Sigma sprawls against him once more for ease of kissing.

[depthlesslock]

He lets out a pleased hum at the increased contact between them and his hands run all over Sigma's form as they move against each other.

[ambitious_muse]

Forget unwrapping him. York's hands may undo him entirely. Laughing against his lips, Sigma lets his hands slide up York's shoulders and neck to cradle his jaw.

[depthlesslock]

York turns his head a little so he can nuzzle against one of Sigma's palms, warm on his skin. Kissing him again, his hands settle on his hips and he rocks up against him.

[ambitious_muse]

The motion leaves Sigma moaning against York's lips. Is that what he wants? Sigma would have trouble denying him even if it weren't his birthday. He squeezes York's hips gently with his knees in understanding.

[depthlesslock]

York gasps, his hands tightening on Sigma's hips, but he looks up in question, double checking that Sigma's good to go further.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma grins at him. "So. How should we start your birthday?" He asks.

[depthlesslock]

'Will breakfast get cold if we have seks now?' he asks, also smiling.

[ambitious_muse]

"Your latte might," he admits. "The rest--you can probably guess." He's pretty sure York knows what the toppings are for.

[depthlesslock]

York glances up to get his first proper look at the food Sigma had brought in. There's a surprising amount of toppings and a lack of something to put them on. ...Except for...

'I'm so proud of you,' he teases, the slow grin of realisation spreading over his face.