Page 53 of Lore and Lust
Has he ever truly allowed himself to let go? To acknowledge his innate desires, release his aura and embrace the vampire that he is designed to be? To submit to the thing inside him that is fueled by his ancient bloodline—explicitly made to lure and entice, to give and receive much pleasure.
To love deeply and be loved.
Being with Nino progressively stirs that entity. Haruka has never fully accepted this part of himself. Not even when he was bonded. Then, he had tried, but was told that he was at times “overwhelming.” As such, he has always focused on the aspects of himself that are outwardly tangible. His talents and expertise. His dignity and civility. What would happen if he indulged for once? If he finally gave in to the deep passion within himself and trusted someone?
* * *
The sun risesand Nino finally stirs. Haruka is lying beside him, waiting. He is lazily running his fingers through the soft coppery waves atop his head. Nino slowly opens his eyes as he rests on his back, the morning light making his amber irises even more captivating. He grins. “Hey.”
“Good morning.”
Nino’s handsome brow furrows. “You’re not usually up this early. Did you sleep?”
“Some. My mind was preoccupied. Are you going for a run this morning?”
“Preoccupied?” He yawns and stretches his spine. “I don’t think so. I usually run five days in a row before I take a break, but yesterday was six. I should probably let my body rest.”
Leaning down, Haruka softly presses their mouths together. He only lingers for a moment before pulling away and gazing into Nino’s peaceful face. “I will help with this.”
He sits upright, shifting the heavy covers off of them as he straddles Nino’s thighs. His friend is wide-eyed as Haruka presses his hands to Nino’s waist, then urges his nightshirt up to expose his taut, honey abdomen. His skin is perfectly clear and gorgeous. The delicately sculpted muscles and dusty, golden-coppery hairs there make Haruka’s mouth water.
Understanding, Nino grabs the hem of his shirt, lifts and swiftly yanks it over his head. When his upper body is fully exposed, Haruka breathes his cinnamon essence, simply taking him in. Nino’s voice is almost a whisper. “Haru, what are we doing?”
Haruka’s eyes glow to life, his nature twisting with want in his core. “May I feed?”
“Of course,” Nino breathes.
Haruka moves again, this time encouraging Nino to spread his thighs. Nino lifts his knees, his chest rapidly rising and falling. Haruka settles between his gaped legs, resting himself low so that his face hovers just above his belly. He can feel the hardness of Nino’s arousal against his chest as he leans down to lick his stomach. He hungrily drags his tongue up Nino’s salty flesh, following the deep definition of tight muscle to the right of his navel.
He bites down into Nino’s abdomen, feeling it clench underneath his mouth as he pulls. Nino’s blood is woodsy and spicy as he swallows and breathes. In exchange, Haruka pours his gratefulness and desire into Nino’s body. He drinks deeper, sensing the metaphysical border of his intrinsic nature. Nino moans loudly as he exhales, shifting his firm body underneath him in his pleasure. The movement only encourages Haruka, and he sucks hard again, willing the handsome male to let go and submit to him.
Nino trembles and breathes Haruka’s name in ecstasy as his aura releases. Yet again, the rush and heat of it is effervescent and full of life—pure and golden. It encloses Haruka’s body like a warm cocoon, making him pull his mouth from Nino’s stomach in a gasp. Haruka’s knotted aura is pulsing and threatening to break free. Nino’s bright energy embraces him tightly, urging him to release what is inside of him—to allow the two entities to meet and entwine together.
Pressing his forehead down to Nino’s belly, he clenches his eyes shut. Out of habit, he forces the knot within him to tighten. He can’t let go. He isn’t ready.
“Haru?”
The bubbly pressure of Nino’s aura subsides. Haruka lifts his head, blinking. He takes a deep breath, registering the rush of Nino’s blood swirling throughout and nourishing his body. When Haruka looks up at him, his beautiful chest is still rising and falling from shortened breaths. His face looks unsettled.
“Did I hurt you?” Haruka asks, troubled by his expression.
“No—I…” He runs his palm down his face. “That was amazing but… I—You should probably get up. I need to—I should clean up.”
Haruka frowns, not following. He shifts against Nino’s body to sit up, then pauses. He understands. Haruka looks at him, his eyes patient. “Nino, you do not need to be ashamed of your body’s reaction. This is natural.”
“Right, okay. But if you get up, I can go take care of it really quick.”
They only watch each other for a moment before Haruka swiftly wraps his fingers inside the waist of Nino’s pajama pants, then smoothly urges them down around the curve of his ass and to his thighs. Nino protests in shock as Haruka quickly sits up and pulls the cotton pants down and off his body, tossing them onto the floor.
Haruka immediately settles back down between Nino’s long, tanned legs. Without hesitation, he eagerly licks up the inside of his firm thigh. Nino writhes and swears while Haruka diligently cleans his body, lazily dragging his tongue across Nino’s skin where his raw release has settled. Every aspect of this purebred tastes divine—his woodsy, spicy essence resonating strongly all throughout his body.
When he grips Nino’s shaft, he considers briefly, but only licks and cleans the tip. His nature within him is already twisting and threatening to voluntarily release. It is taking considerable effort to keep it constrained. Plus, they need to be careful. Haruka sighs.This will not be easy.
When he’s finished, he slowly crawls and kisses up the center of Nino’s tight stomach and chest—fully indulging in his sumptuous body. He presses his lips to the nape of his neck before finally hovering over Nino’s handsome face. Haruka smirks. “In truth, it wasmymess to clean up.”
“Jesus.”
“I felt strongly that I should take responsibility for my actions.”
