Page 31 of The Arrival
Haruka closes his eyes, solely focusing on the delicious heat and tightness of Nino’s body. The woodsy, cinnamon scent of him that makes his nature and every inch of his flesh sing. The comforting purity of Nino’s nature that radiates and fills his heart to the brim.
Haruka’s energy around them shifts and changes. It weighs even heavier in the atmosphere, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t hesitate or try to restrain it. Instead, he runs the tip of his nose against the concave of Nino’s neck, indulging in his golden skin.
Biting into him, feeding from him and being inside of him is unadulterated euphoria. A unique ecstasy that satiates the ancient entity within him—like the cool rush of an ocean wave on the hottest day, lavishing and invigorating his body. It soothes him, and he exhales in a throaty growl. Perfection.
As Haruka feeds, the compelling desire within him pours into Nino. Deep love and yearning. Wonder, passion and overwhelming gratitude—to be mated with this man. To have his rich blood, golden aura and soothing spirit as his source. His heart and mind reach out to Nino, wanting him to understand as he pulls at the edges of his mate’s nature inside of him to release it.
Nino surrenders to the pressure almost immediately, his aura pulsing out in a bright crimson-orange haze and swirling and mixing around them. Haruka moans, exhaling as he comes inside his mate. Spilling into him and holding him tightly in his grasp. Nino shudders, his frame quivering against Haruka’s chest and his voice ragged and gasping. Soon, Nino groans, his ass and thighs trembling as he comes in Haruka’s palm.
Still in his haze, Haruka pulls his fangs from Nino’s flesh and licks him, over and over. He is mindless with cleaning Nino where he fed, but also something more. Greedy and yet mollified. Profoundly contented.
Nino sighs heavily, shifting to disentangle himself, and Haruka’s mind snaps back into focus like a light switch being turned on. He shakes his head to rouse himself a little more, then withdraws himself from Nino’s body.
His mate flops down hard onto his stomach, stretching his legs out straight underneath Haruka. “Wow…holyshit.”
Still propped up with his palm flat on the bed beside Nino’s shoulder, Haruka leans closer, resting his other hand at the damp concave of Nino’s back. “Are we okay?”
Nino’s head is turned to the side against the bedsheets, but he flickers his gaze up. Without a word, he uses one hand to grip Haruka’s wrist and pulls, making Haruka tumble unceremoniously onto his stomach. “Ah—Nino—”
“Just get your ass down here.” Nino chuckles, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Haruka can feel his body rise and fall because of his awkward position halfway atop Nino’s back but also tilted against the bed.
He means to move. He intended to get off of Nino, but then, he doesn’t. He simply lies there with his mate, tousled in this stretch of long legs and arms and naked flesh in the soft chaos of messy bedsheets. He breathes in deeply as well, closing his eyes. The spring air and silence coat them like a sumptuous blanket as they lie. Beyond the open doors, birds chirp and whistle. The lake breathes in a steady hush, gently knocking against the shore.
Eventually, lazily, Haruka tumbles onto his back, drawing one leg up so that his foot is planted against the mattress and he can feel the warm breeze between his thighs. Stirring, Nino sits up slightly, his hips and stomach still flat against the bed as he rests on his elbows. He looks over, his countenance peaceful as he meets Haruka’s eyes. “That was fucking fantastic, Haru.”
Haruka grins, lifting a hand and running his fingers through the top of his still damp hair. “What is the old adage? The customer is always right?” They both snicker in a quiet huddle of laughter—in this casual, palliative bubble of intimacy.
“That was… perfect,” Nino goes on. “You know what it is?”
“Mm?”
“Whenever we make love and you bottom, I listen to you and give you what you’re asking of me. I feel like you’re in control, so I do things based on your reactions and needs.”
Haruka frowns, looking up at his mate. “Where… is this going, exactly?”
Nino shakes his head. “But whenIbottom, you don’t listen to me. You’ve got the guard rails on and you don’t give me what I want. You decide, ‘This is enough for him, this is nice and safe,’ and then you’re watching me like a supervisor. You’re not trulyin itwith me. Do you get what I’m saying?”
Haruka smiles, shifting his head toward the open patio doors and the sun-dipped expanse of pinkish-blue sky along the horizon. “You are saying that you typically feel dissatisfied with my sexual performance. That you would like to file a formal complaint with my manager.” He snickers, but Nino scootches even closer, lifting his leg so that his thigh rests on top of Haruka’s. He adjusts so that his elbows are on either side of Haruka’s head, making their eyes meet.
Nino’s amber gaze is engrossed, patient. “No. What I’m saying is, when I’m pushing my cock into you, you’re totally unraveled and uninhibited. I can tell you’re with me, mind, body and aura. I want you the same way when you’re making love to me. I want what you just dideverytime. Is that too much to ask?” He places a teasing kiss on Haruka’s mouth, then another before he lifts expectantly.
“It isn’t,” Haruka whispers. “I’ll try… I will do better. I promise.”
“Wasn’t it better for you, too?” Nino tilts and bends once more, this time lingering in the delectable kiss, parting his lips and allowing Haruka to snake his tongue into the sweet heat of his mouth. His nature is swirling again as he raises his head, chasing the kiss.
But Nino pulls away for his answer. Haruka pouts from the loss of him and drops his head back down. “Yes, it was… thrilling.”
“I could feel you,” he says, biting his bottom lip, his voice low. “I could tell how much you wanted me, and how satisfying I am for you. I love that, Haru. When I sense your raw desire like that, it turns me on even more.” Nino brushes their lips together, like friction before the spark of a fierce flame. Haruka’s eyes flutter closed from desperate want of him, but Nino speaks again.
“We have to perfect this art while we still can. Once the baby comes, there won’t be any more languid, sex-filled afternoons.”
Haruka frowns at that, sliding his hands up the soft concave of Nino’s spine. “Why not?”
“Um, because raising a child makes people very busy, Haruka.”
“I know that. But we have Asao, and also Sydney. They will help us, sometimes.”
Nino’s expression is incredulous. “Yeah,no. Asao is not going to watch our kid so that we can have sex. And no disrespect to Sydney, but I’m not sure he’s ready to be responsible for another life. He’s still getting a firm grip on his own… not that I can’t relate.”
