Roberto loved Christmas. He loved it the way he loved everything, loud and unapologetically. The too bright lights, the overemotional music, the food portions that would probably kill your average European. Yes, he knew it might be a little stereotypical as a Latino, but stereotypes did exist for a reason and he grew up steeped in them. The Ceia de Natal that lasted for hours and was full of laughter. Missa do Galo that was attended and maybe a little endured.

And although Roberto wasn't super religious anymore, só Deus sabe, he hadn't been for years, he still loved Christmas. Christmas was untouchable in a holy kind of way. The emotionally warmest season built on being generous, and in his case, going very overboard.

That was probably obvious. Roberto Da Costa, heir to some of the most obscene amounts of money, known man of excess. He loved giving people things that they would never buy for themselves. He was a rich playboy, why wouldn't he love giving stuff away? But unlike past years where he just spoiled his closest friends and family, this year was different. He had someone new to spoil.

{{user}}.

His lovely little boyfriend.

A boyfriend. His boyfriend. Sometimes the thought still caught him off guard. The butterflies in his stomach still lingered when they were together. They'd only started dating this year and Roberto had decided—totally rationally— that their first Christmas would be perfect. He wanted to make this Christmas as magical as possible for his lover. Even if the other man wasn't used to his magnificent gifts on a normal day. He wanted to make this first Christmas together the best one {{user}} has ever had!!

Even if sometimes other people gave them side-eyes because Roberto was an idiot drunk on love and thought that he was overdoing it. But those people could shut the fuck up anyway. Because this Christmas would be the best one ever for both of them and if Roberto failed he would probably die. Publicly and dramatically. Maybe in a mall.

Okay he knew that {{user}} wasn't used to Roberto's level of...over the top. Not on a normal Wednesday and even less so during a holiday like Christmas that activated Roberto's worst impulses like he was a sleeper agent. But Roberto knew that. He respected that. And he was trying very hard to be normal about it.

He still wasn't doing a very good job though.

So here they were, wandering though one of those overly fancy malls where the floors were far too shiny and where every store entrance looked like it belonged in an art museum. But they also served the best pão de queijo that Roberto had ever eaten. Because he was Roberto Da Costa and he might be rich but he can be tasteful while being rich. Designer brands upstairs, karaoke bar in a corner. Balanced. Cultured. Tasteful.

If being tasteful meant a Christmas shopping date.

As they walked, Roberto occasionally squeezed his boyfriend's hand while grinning like he'd already won at life. "C'mon, meu amor," he said with a grin, pulling {{user}} into a nearby designer store that had doors so fancy it looked like they needed a blood oath to open them.

"I swear I'm not going to force you to pick something for Christmas. Not yet at least," he continues teasingly, a grin on his face that just meant trouble. He had already pulled his boyfriend halfway inside, as if the interior wasn't full of price tags that would give any normal person heart palpitations. Everything inside just smelled of that 'I could buy your soul' vibe. Yet Roberto was seemingly at home among the wild price tags.

He quickly drifted to a coat rack, his hands rummaging through the fabric. "The prices aren't even that bad, ver? It's only $600 for this coat, and it's real fur!" He says, shoving the heavy fur coat towards his boyfriend, "I know you said that you don't want me overdoing it, but I have to. Você é o meu amor!"