Page 30 of The Arrival
Nino steps into him and Haruka lifts to his toes, playful as he wraps his arms around his naked shoulders. Nino pulls him flush with his body, gripping his waist and guiding him in a slow dance. He turns them, switching their positions so that Nino’s spine absorbs the heavy pour of the shower. His mate tips his head back, letting the water soak his hair before lifting his head and using one hand to smooth back his coppery mane. Nino smiles. “Hello, gorgeous.”
Haruka leans even closer until they’re nose to nose. With heavy lids, he brushes their lips. “My angel.” They kiss. The connection is firm and hungry, with Nino grunting in a way that makes Haruka’s spine tingle.
Their mouths move, deep and searching as if synchronized—fusing in a slow, practiced rhythm. Nino kisses down, tracing Haruka’s jaw and into the concave of his neck. He sweeps his lips against his damp skin, provocative and concentrated as his arms wrap even tighter around Haruka’s waist, drawing him into the heat, wetness and hard friction of their bodies.
Closing his eyes, Haruka lifts his chin, wanting Nino to take of him. To indulge in him and satisfy his every biological, physical and emotional need. Haruka knows that it is impossible to be all things to his mate and fulfill him in totality. He understands that such dependency would create turmoil within the foundation of their bond and would only lead to disappointment. Frustration and bitterness.
But in his heart, he wants to give what only he can. Acceptance and trust. If he cannot reasonably give Nino everything that he needs, Haruka desires to at least offer refuge. A faithful, loving and safe space where they can shelter life’s storms and recharge together.
As Nino’s palms caress up the length of Haruka’s spine, he bites down hard. Haruka gasps from the force and pleasure of his mate’s fangs elongating and sinking deeper into his flesh. His eyes are alight as he opens them, staring up into the hazy blue sky filled with wispy clouds. The intensity of Nino’s bite resonates all throughout Haruka’s body and it makes his knees weak.
He drinks deeper, gripping Haruka’s back and waist even tighter. Nino is pulling and stirring the ancient entity within him. Like a ravenous beast made of fire, it thrashes within him, threatening to break free and overrun everything, anything in its path.
With his mouth agape, his eyes wide, Haruka gasps for air. He has to set it free. There’s no other choice.
Just as Haruka’s knees buckle from the pressure building inside of him, Nino pivots, pressing Haruka’s back against the stone wall. Haruka lifts his leg to half cradle his mate and Nino’s palm is there, gripping and holding underneath his thigh to fully support his weight as the passion of his aura expels from every pore of his body. From every inch of his damp flesh.
Haruka succumbs to the pleasure—emotionally, physically, he is swept up in the glorious rapture of his nature being liberated. As Nino feeds, Haruka feels the soft but powerful thoughts radiating within his mate’s mind. They echo within Haruka like heartfelt stanzas or amorous declarations.
You are flawless to my nature. You are perfect for me. I love you more than you can ever truly comprehend.
Nino moans as the elegant thoughts flow into Haruka, making him weak. The rosy, ambient light of his aura surrounds them. Haruka’s body trembles, satiated in his mate’s arms.
His mind had been relaxed before, but his consciousness has shifted colors—crimson and starved for something more. Something concrete, almost feral as the sensation slithers across his naked, wet skin. Haruka pants as Nino lifts his head from feeding. His mate’s eyes are glowing in golden-scarlet light.
When he looks into Haruka’s face, a knowing smirk pulls at the corner of his beautiful lips. “Does the panther want to fuck me?” Haruka answers with a ravenous kiss, his mouth pushing into Nino’s to feel his tongue slick against his own—to be further inside him somehow. To feel and taste him.
Nino pulls up from the smoldering kiss and his gaze is frisky. “I’ll take that as a yes?”
“Yes,” Haruka breathes, craning his neck to reestablish their connection. Chasing Nino’s perfect, full and sweet lips. But Nino steps away, quickly turning off the showerhead before taking hold of Haruka’s hands and guiding him back toward the bedroom.
NINE
MOOD
Everything inside of Haruka feels alive, electric but also stripped bare—exposed to where the weight and energy of his aura are in full bloom. Liberated.
It feels marvelous. He enjoys the sensation as he pulses into Nino’s warmth—his tight body stretched and yielding to the hardness of Haruka’s shaft. But through the thick red haze of his passion, he watches. Mindful. Always careful.
Nino’s spine is concave, his ass in the air as he rests down on his elbows and knees in front of Haruka on the bed. His thighs are gapped wide, and droplets of water from the shower still dot his golden-tanned fleshed. Or perhaps the sheen is from the labor of their love-making—from their bodies being enfolded by the sultry spring air flowing in through the open patio doors.
As he pushes into him, Haruka reaches around to firmly grab Nino’s equally hard cock within the palm of his hand. When he grips his length, Nino’s spine arches and he groans in wanton pleasure. His mate huffs, breathless as his voice passes through his lips. “You’re not with me.”
“I am,” Haruka assures him, his voice low. He rocks into Nino again, gripping and jerking his shaft in his fist. Nino inhales sharply, then speaks on an exhale.
“Not all the way…” He takes a breath, swallowing. “You’re holding back—I can feel it.”
Haruka leans forward, placing one palm flat against the bed beside Nino’s shoulder so that he’s close to his ear. “My love, my aura is fully released.” He closes his eyes, kissing underneath Nino’s ear, then another soft press to his neck. “What more should I do?”
Nino’s body subtly rises and falls in heavy breaths. He turns his head to the side, judging him with one glowing iris. “You’re always like this when you fuck me—like, detached. Hovering above us and watching instead of being down here with me.”
Something in Haruka’s chest drops. Fissures. He feels like a child that has been caught red-handed in a lie. His cheeks burn as he presses his forehead to Nino’s temple. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Nino cranes his neck a little more, urging Haruka toward his mouth. He dips, entwining their lips in a soft, messy kiss. Nino pulls away, his voice desperate. “You have me, tesoro. I’m already yours, so give meeverything.”
Understanding, Haruka shifts and rocks into him once more. Nino’s breath hitches as Haruka kisses the top of his spine, then around to the concave of his neck.
Nino wants his mind. Clear of thought and prudence. He’s demanding it.
