Time slowed as Hakko woke from his lustful state to remember Poe was new to positive partners and good times. Everything Hakko recalled about Poe’s past focused on Sawyer and bathroom quickies. Hakko had to make sure it was better than any other experiences Poe had. It was going to take Poe flying and keep him among the stars. Poe deserved that.

Poe made a noise as Hakko stopped playing. He blinked as he fought to focus.

“Hakko?”

Reverently, Hakko rolled them until Poe was on his back and Hakko was resting on his side beside Poe. Hakko gazed at Poe lying on his bed with his blankets surrounding him, and he was in heaven. He needed to convince Poe of that.

Poe’s body was rangy and lean. He wasn’t as emaciated as when he first appeared in Hakko’s life, but he was still too thin in Hakko’s opinion. Poe was a work of marble art, and Hakko ached to worship him. Gazing at Poe spread out before him, Hakko decided to give Poe his truth.

“You’re a vision, Poe. You’re what speaks to my heart, and it tells me being here is the best thing.” Hakko whispered, his hand ghosting along Poe’s limbs.

Poe shook his head, denying Hakko’s words, but Hakko leaned over and kissed him, telling Poe all Hakko believed about them and their future.

Hakko nipped the sharp line of Poe’s jaw, savouring the smoothness as he went along Poe’s neck to the stark line of his collar. He worshipped Poe’s chest with his mouth. Hakko pinched and tugged on Poe’s nipples while grinning at the catch of breath as Poe reacted beautifully. Hakko imagined he was the sculptor adoring his subject as he uncovered the secrets Poe tried to hide.

He did adore Poe. With his every fibre. Despite Poe’s odds, he was here in Granite at the same time Hakko was. And Hakko understood the hands of fate were working in their favour.

Poe’s hand rested on the back of Hakko’s head as Hakko explored every surface of Poe’s decadent body—something Poe would deny having, but Hakko would repeat. Hakko judged how well he was doing at keeping Poe hot by the clench of Poe’s hand in his hair and the breathy sounds filling the air.

Hakko paused when he found himself at Poe’s belly. The heat from Poe’s cock called to him, but he had to know. His gaze travelled up Poe’s flushed chest to meet Poe’s black eyes. “Poe?”

“Hmm?”

“Checking in. I need to make sure you’re okay.” Hakko stroked the silky skin where Poe’s hip bones were most prominent.

“Hakko.” Poe’s voice was low and grumpy, allowing Hakko to continue to explore.

The hip was Hakko’s favourite part of the body, where sharpness met softness. He peppered kisses along the smooth flesh, gathering some of Poe’s ethereal scent. Hakko sucked and licked his way along the concave joint toward Poe’s groin. His cock was steel and leaking as Hakko traced a small pattern along the sparsely furred base. Poe jerked, and his hand pushed Hakko’s head hard to his pelvis. Hakko waited until Poe relaxed before continuing.

He licked a wandering path up the cool shaft until he reached the flared head. The essence of Poe dribbled out enough for Hakko to get a hint of Poe’s flavour. It was everything he imagined a vampire would taste like, spicy and chocolaty.

Poe grew more vocal as Hakko devoted his whole attention to Poe’s cock. His voice was hoarse and quiet as he swore. Hakko trailed his tongue along the sensitive rim on top of his cock as he attempted to force Poe to let go. It was a tall order. Something Hakko had to back off from. This was all for Poe, not for Hakko to assert his own needs. Hakko kissed the thick vein on Poe’s cock and continued his exploration of Poe’s sensitive body. Gently, he lifted Poe’s ass and shoved a nearby pillow under it.

“Hakko?”

The worry in the way Poe spoke had Hakko’s attention. “Are you comfortable? Is that okay? Are you happy?”

“Just wanted to know what you were doing,” Poe whispered. His hands dropped to his sides, and Hakko caught Poe’s fingers nervously plucking.

“I’m just exploring. I’m learning everything about you,” Hakko answered. He soothed the tense muscles in his legs with soft, repetitive pets. Hakko bent the stiff legs at the knee and placed Poe’s feet firmly on the bed. “If there’s anything you don’t want me to see or do, let me know. I’ll stop.”

“But why there?” Poe’s question was stark in its confusion. Hakko sat back on his haunches and considered Poe. He had to give the right answer.

“It’s you? It’s where I can smell you the best and taste you, your flavour. It’s also bloody pleasurable for me to do this.” Hakko stretched to kiss Poe on the mouth. Poe’s eyelashes were damp, and his lips were bloodred from the constant worrying. Hakko kissed the pain and doubt away. He poured everything he felt into the kiss, hoping it would guide Poe into some understanding.

“But it’s the—” Poe stared at the ceiling and shook his head. “I’ve never received pleasure from that part. It’s just an orifice.”

Hakko swallowed back the words that would hurt Poe. He kissed Poe’s forehead roughly before pressing his own against it. “It’s a hell of a lot better than an orifice. May I show you?”

Poe took a deep breath and nodded. Judging by the expression on his face, he wasn’t as keen on this as Hakko.

“It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. And I will stop if it’s not to your liking,” Hakko assured Poe again and kissed him before rifling through his bedside table for a small pot. He settled back between Poe’s legs, where Poe’s cock had gone a bit soft from his concerns.

Hakko kissed both knobby knees as he found his place again in between Poe’s thighs. He nuzzled the richly scented crease where pelvis joined leg before turning his attention to Poe’s long cock.

He sucked on the spongy head as he thought about how to make sure Poe received pleasure from ass play. Hakko adored it, and it was one of his favourite parts of having sex, both for his partner and himself.

Opening his pot of slick, Hakko inhaled the citrusy scent. The contents were a guilty treasure, and it always allowed him and his partners to relax and be more receptive to sensual satisfaction. He offered the small jar for Poe to smell before taking a bit out.