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At first when Juliana invited Arven to spend the holidays at her house with her family he felt apprehensive. He’d never had a real family Christmas. What if he messed something up or there was some tradition he didn’t know about? What if her mother didn’t like him? It had always just been him and Mabosstiff since his dad was always busy with work or just… not here anymore.
But Juliana had refused to let him spend Christmas “all alone” (Mabosstiff was right there!) and he eventually relented with the promise that of course he could bring his beloved dog pokemon and that her family had only very casual holiday plans.
When he had first walked into his best friend’s house Arven was greeted immediately by a very pretty older woman. Juliana’s mother welcomed him with a smile and a kiss on his cheek which caused him to blush and stutter his copious thanks for allowing him to stay here. Mabosstiff settled in immediately and was curiously approached by the family Skwovet. Arven smiled and motioned to his buddy to accept the invitation to play with the squirrel pokemon. The dog barked joyfully and needed no further incentive to bound playfully after the squirrel.
Following his friend up the stairs, he faintly heard Juliana’s mother warning the pokemon not to get too rowdy. Juliana was chattering away as he set down his bags on the floor of her bedroom. It was a spacious loft filled with plushies and shelves filled with books. There was a very lived in and cozy feel.
Juliana turned around after helping him settle in his things “Hey just make yourself at home, I’m going downstairs to grab something real quick!” Arven just smiled wryly and waved her off as he continued to check out his friend’s room. It had a lot more personality than her dorm to be sure, with a giant greedent plush taking up space on the floor and the books on the wall covered various pokemon topics.
His mind started to wander, wondering if he had ever gotten any plush toys from his dad when he was little. Probably not. He was always too busy and never tended to be home during the holidays. The best present he ever got from his dad was Maschiff.
Juliana returned at this point, interrupting his almost-descent into melancholy. And she had a weird look on her face and had something obviously hidden behind her back. Arven gave her a look. “I hope you didn’t get me any Christmas presents, because I didn’t get you anything and I’d feel really bad!” He warned her.
“Noooo, don’t worry this is for both of us! But, uhh it’s also a secret.” Juliana said as she pulled out a large wine bottle.
Arven’s mouth dropped in shock. “Juliana!” He said in a scandalized whisper, “We can’t drink that!”
“Shhhh not so loud! It’s fine, my mom will never miss them. I swear she buys wine just to have and never drinks. It’s almost like they’re just decorations.” She soothed him and handed him some large fancy labeled vintage.
He eyed her skeptically even as he took the proffered bottle. “You know you’re more of a troublemaker than I thought. But I guess I can’t let you do this all by yourself…” Arven said as he pulled the cork off the bottle to take a hesitant sip.
“Aww, you know you love me.” Juliana giggled as he took a sip, and the giggles only intensified as Arven made a choking noise at her statement.
Arven opened his mouth as If to say something but blushed and thought better of it before taking a larger swig of the drink. This time he did not choke but he regretted chugging as the flavor of the alcohol was extremely pungent.
He made a face as he handed the bottle back to Juliana and she grabbed it with eager hands in spite of how bad it looked like it tasted. She took a quick swig and quickly also stopped to consider and swallow. “That sure does.. taste.” She said slowly, taking another tentative drink. “It’s not awful.” She concedes, handing the bottle back to Arven. “But I wouldn’t drink it if it didn’t do anything.”
Arven nodded and took another long sip. “It’s not as bad as I’d heard, I guess.” He swirled the wine in the bottle a bit, his arms starting to feel a bit heavy. He drank some more before handing it back. “You get used to it pretty quickly.” He said, sitting down on the bed now. He was starting to feel really hazy..
He looked up and casually watched Juliana down about twice the amount he’d just drank. His eyebrows raised a little bit as Juliana sunk down slowly to the floor before resting her head on the bed.
Arven watched with a bit of fond concern. “Careful little buddy, don’t move too quickly, you'll make yourself sick.” He followed this up with a pat on the head before his brain caught up with him. But the alcohol dulled it a bit so he didn’t quite flinch back at the strange look Juliana gave him.
Obviously the wine was starting to take effect but he didn’t feel worried about it. In fact, he didn’t feel nervous at all like he normally would. He drifted back into his head to look back at Juliana when he caught her still staring at him with that strange look. Arven still looked confused, until she started scooting ever closer to him. She put her hand on his thigh. His thoughts quickly came to a screeching halt.
“Ummm… Juli?”
Arven whispered as his muscles felt like they were full of static the moment Juliana got close enough to rest her head droopily against his thigh. She was so small, she could barely sit up straight enough to rest her whole head on him.
“Mhmmm…I just thought of something.”
Juliana started to reach up and slowly moved her other hand to his opposite leg and pulled them apart, lifting her head to settle it on his lap.
“Wha-? Juliana, what are you doing!” He whispered harshly, not quite believing this turn of events. Juliana shushed him, pointing downstairs to where her mother was no doubt sleeping.
Arven thought his face couldn’t possibly get any redder as Juliana started softly petting his leg, but he still didn’t move. It was like he was entranced. His hands tightened on the white sheets.
“I wanted to give you another Christmas present.” She smiled lazily at him as her petting started to get dangerously close to his inner thigh.
“Juli, I don’t think, I-“ He cut off when she put her hand on his crotch and all his breath left him in a rush.
“Is this ok?” She asked and shifted her head up to him to look him in the eye, watching him carefully despite their mutual inebriation.
Arven nodded and moved his hand almost like he was going to touch her but stopped and let his hand grip his opposite thigh instead. She just let out a content little sigh and kept stroking him through his pants and- Arceus, Arven thought he might just die if she kept doing that but he would also die if she stopped. His grip tightened and he grunted at the effort it took not to draw blood.
It was so hot. Was it always this hot in here before? Arven tugged at his plain tshirt but then Juliana pressed into his now-hardening dick and he whined and pressed his hand into his mouth to muffle it.
“Shhh. You have to keep quiet, Arven. Why don’t you lay down and I’ll take care of you, ok?” Juliana stopped with her heavy petting and stood up to face level with him. She still kept one hand on his dick though as she slowly pushed him down on her bed.
“Wh- I- Juliana..!” Arven whined quietly. He felt so fuzzy but he didn’t want to stop. He was almost confused at what was happening, but he trusted Juliana completely, so he wasn’t scared. He just wanted more.
His head hit the pillow. He felt flushed, the pricklings of sweat starting at his back. Juliana started to get on top of him, her smaller frame slowly draping over him, the movement obviously tinged by alcohol.
He wanted to touch her.
He reached up to do something but realized he wasn’t quite sure where to place his hands. Juliana laughed just a little bit and Arven’s expression turned to that of a kicked puppy before she reached to put one of his hands on her chest.
Arven’s expression immediately changed to that of wonder. He kneaded the tender flesh through her shirt, marveling at the plush feeling. Juliana’s resulting squeak was also intriguing. He pinched a nipple experimentally and she let out a strangled whimper.
Starting to breathe heavily, Juliana sat up and Arven had to pause his ministrations. She moved down his body until her face was level with his crotch. Arven lifted his head to peak up at her. Her hands started unbuttoning his pants and getting to the zipper before Arven hastily whispered, “Juliana, I’m not- I’ve never-”
“Shhh.. Let me take care of you.” She replied, unzipping him and moving to get his pants some of the way down. She reached in to pull out his hardening length and he hissed when she made contact.
Juliana stroked down his cock curiously and Arven had to quickly shove his hand in his mouth at the whimpers he let out at her touch.
“I wish I could hear all your pretty noises. Maybe next time we’ll wait ‘til we have the house to ourselves.” She said, her strokes becoming more confident.
Arven was so preoccupied with hearing a “next time” that he was caught completely by surprise when Juliana took the head of his dick in her mouth. He groaned loudly and fisted one hand in her hair. He tasted copper.
Juliana started to move up and down on his dick and Arven thought he was going to come right then. He almost wanted to beg her to stop just so it would last longer. It felt like there was something white hot searing through him. It was settling slowly, but building and Arven bit back curses as she started bobbing even faster.
He fisted his hand in her hair almost on reflex and Juliana choked out a moan around his cock. It struck Arven like a bell. Almost like an animalistic feeling surging over him. He tugged Juliana off his dick and pulled her up frantically to kiss her.
She was visibly shocked at the fact he pulled her off mid blowjob but that quickly melted away when Arven put his mouth on her.
It was a little desperate but neither of them cared. A click of teeth, the press of lips, gentle nips. She swipes a tongue over Arven’s lip and he groans softly.
Juliana slips her hands under his shirt to feel the planes of his chest and digs her fingernails in, dragging down onto the tenderness of his belly. She bit down on his bottom lip.
Something frayed snaps in him. Arven growls and grabs Juliana by the shoulders to flip her on her back. She makes a surprised noise before Arven is on her again and she lets out the most desperate noise he’s ever heard.
“Fuck, Arven- Please-!” She gasps out, clutching at the arms on either side of her head.
He moved his mouth along her jaw, laving his tongue along soft skin and coaxing out more begging as he got to her neck. “Now who needs to be quiet?” He murmured as he lowered himself and pressed hard into her lap.
The quiet begging abruptly turned to a muffled cry as Juliana brought her arms up to her mouth. But Arven quickly grabbed both offending limbs and pressed them flat onto the bed.
“My turn.”