Page 49 of The Vanishing
He unwraps Haruka’s body, but only for a moment to swiftly lather his fingers and crawl them down and between his soft flesh. Nino keeps hold of his belly and kisses his upper back while easing two fingers inside. Haruka relaxes, gripping the headboard and pushing back to encourage him.
“I want to try something.” Nino swallows, his body stiff with arousal.
“Mm,” Haruka breathes.
Focusing, Nino closes his eyes. The warm energy deep within him swirls. He channels it, making it flow like hot honey up his core, through his veins and down the sinews of his arm. When it reaches his fingertips inside his mate, he presses it outward, soft, like candlelight. Faint and with just enough heat.
“God—” Haruka sucks in a breath, then exhales a deep moan through parted lips.
“Does it hurt? Should I stop—”
“No… n-no. I’m—it’s…” Haruka pants and swallows, chest rising and falling underneath Nino’s palm as he holds him.
“Panther, are you sure?”
Haruka blows out a breath. “Yes, don’t… please don’t stop.”
Nino focuses, manifesting the gentle glow of his energy through his fingertips again. Haruka tenses and huffs, but Nino trusts in his assurance and doesn’t stop this time. Knowing his mate’s body even better than his own, he twists and rubs his warm fingertips within his inner walls, stroking just the right spot. A soft moan escapes Haruka’s lips, and Nino has never heard him make this sound before: something like pleasure and purring smooshed into a singular, luscious expression.
He practically melts in Nino’s embrace when he spills over in ecstasy. His rosy aura fills the bedroom, wild and free like an ancient, mythical creature. Nino whispers against his ear. “Are we good?”
Haruka is trembling in his arms, his eyes closed. “Sogood…”
Removing his fingers, Nino hooks his thumb into the waist of his pajama pants. He pulls the soft material down to free himself, grips his shaft with a slick palm and gradually guides himself inside. Haruka meets Nino’s intention, arching into the friction and wetness of their joined bodies. His mate’s skin is always cool to the touch, but inside is delectable heat: warm, tight and perfect.
Instead of rolling his hips, Nino pauses. Everything within him is threatening to overflow—Haruka’s smell and the soft sounds of his pleasure, the feel of his body submitting to him, his aura all around him.
Realizing their lack of movement, Haruka turns his head. “What is it?”
Nino moans in a sigh, enjoying the stillness of him within his embrace and his body warmly wrapped around his shaft. He brushes his nose along the curve of Haruka’s neck. “Ti amo molto.”
“I loveyou,” Haruka says, amusement in his deep voice. “Why… have we stopped?”
“Because I want you to come first and I was too close to the edge.”
Haruka chuckles warm and deep. “It does not matter.” He smiles, lifting a hand and running his fingers into Nino’s hair at the back of his head. He turns just enough to where Nino can catch his mouth in a lazy kiss.
“It matters to me,” Nino whispers against his lips. “You like it when I feed from you while I’m inside you.”
Haruka’s body stiffens, his eyes wide. Nino can practically feel the flush of shame radiating off his mate’s skin.
“Why are you embarrassed?” Nino prods, smiling. “I just notice you come really hard if I do that.”
“I…” Haruka turns his head away, taking a breath. He squirms but Nino holds him tighter.
“Technically, it’s just another yes or no question.” Nino kisses the back of his neck, softly, just at the center. “Do you want me to bite you?”
His mate’s voice is quiet, just above a whisper. “Yes…”
Nino reaches up and unravels Haruka’s hair from its tie, letting the length of it fall and spill down his back. He runs his fingers into it, gripping and pulling Haruka’s head to the side before he bites down into his flesh.
Haruka tenses underneath his mouth, but Nino pulls, feeding to indulge his mate’s intrinsic nature—to fulfill and stir his emotions. He pours his affection and gratitude into him, wanting to offer at least some notion of how much he means to Nino and how deeply he loves him.
While he feeds, he rolls his hips, rhythmic and thrusting, until Haruka spasms, groaning as the climax overtakes him. The sound of his voice and the feel of him unraveling within his arms push Nino over the edge. He allows himself to let go, his own body shivering from the satisfying rush of release as he holds Haruka tight.
When they’ve mutually relaxed from the exquisite high, Nino disconnects their bodies, grabs Haruka by his waist and pulls him from the headboard. Gently, he guides him to lie against the mattress. Haruka’s eyes are closed, his long dark hair wild, as if he’s been caught in a violent storm.
Breathless, Nino glances at the headboard. “We made a mess.” He crawls forward, stretching the length of his body and then resting his weight on top of him—into the damp, rosy and sex-infused scent of him.
