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[driftsintobuffetline]

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So. It's winter, which means it's the holiday season where you circulate those online shopping "buy me these things" lists, spend too long in retail shopping lines--and realize you honestly don't know what to buy people who you know REALLY well.

I don't say this often, and you probably won't hear it again, but HALP PLS.

Shopping for: Male. Mid-Thirties. NERD. Likes space and math and robots. Dresses like an academic dork (stuffy librarian). Significant enough other that a spending limit does not exist by default. Nor is a gift objectionable due to being "too personal" or "too significant." Does not need a new watch, nor a new winter jacket. Rarely wears ties. Does not wear jewelry.


Alright, and just because: What's the BEST gift you've received?

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[mathemagier]

[The ring of his formal title brings back pleasant memories, and Hermann considers the merits of setting his laptop aside and pulling Newton into his lap to test that theory]

I still appreciate your efforts.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Newt wiggled on the arm of the chair]

Hmm mm, sure you do.

[mathemagier]

[Well that answers that.

The laptop goes to the side table, and he reaches out to encourage Newton into his lap. Hermann leans up for a kiss and strokes his fingers through his hair]

Then once we're married, we can celebrate properly without interruption..

[driftsintobuffetline]

[He carefully slides off the armrest and lowers himself onto Hermann's lap. Newt rests his forehead against Hermann's after the kiss.]

We don't seem to have a lot of trouble celebrating even without being married.

[mathemagier]

[It's nice, to have Newton's weight in his lap like this. Heavy, warm, and so close it feels like their own world. He closes his eyes and sighs a bit, content]

Well of course not. [After a year of being together, physical intimacy is easy] But I'm sure we'll enjoy ourselves all the same. ..Hm, perhaps I should repay you for your surprise.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Newt laughs, arms wrapped over Hermann's shoulders.]

Oh, we're going there, huh? And here I very pointedly avoided making any jokes about sitting in Santa's lap and you go straight to the porn anyway. I see how it is, Dr. Gottlieb. I see.

[mathemagier]

[He huffs amusement, and his fingers trail a slow path from Newton's shoulderblades to his lower back]

You've never made it onto anyone's 'nice list' throughout your entire life. So really, it's only fair isn't it?

[driftsintobuffetline]

[He squirms] Hey, I'm naughty and I still get what I want. Why bother being nice?

[mathemagier]

Hm, that sort of attitude is the reason you're often in so much trouble.

[He pinches Newt's rear for emphasis]

Really you deserve more than a stocking full of charcoal. Perhaps I can find a way to put you to better use.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Newt makes an indignant noise at the pinch and swats at him, grinning.]

I'd like you to know, Hermann, I have a really awful, like immature, stupid, stocking-stuffer joke in here somewhere. You might want to just preemptively punish me for it.

[mathemagier]

[Hermann raises a brow]

Well then, perhaps we should move this to the bedroom so I can discipline you appropriately.

[driftsintobuffetline]

No. [Just to be contrary.

He unbuttons the Hermann's collar and makes himself more comfortable where he is.]

[mathemagier]

[Well now. This is a bit risky, but he'll play along- for now. Hermann's fingers splay over Newton's backside]

How indecent. You really must be punished..

[driftsintobuffetline]

Oh no. [Newt pursed his lips--partly hiding a smile, partly in an attempt to look coy. Coy didn't last long, though.]

I'd like to see you try.

[mathemagier]

[Hermann pulls him closer, drawing Newton further up his lap and none too gentle about it. His voice drops to a whisper]

I wonder how you'd manage strung up and gagged while I took my time with you.