First, I kiss him—basking in the fundamental truth that I love the taste of his mouth. I feel hungry for it as I lick into him, tilting my head and breathing in his clean, cypress scent.
Jun is moaning against my mouth, his hands sliding across my lower back as I lift my head—leaving his mouth to trace down his cheek with my lips and over to his earlobe. I nibble him there for a moment while simultaneously running my fingers through the thick of tight, soft curls atop his head. I fucking love his hair. Sometimes it smells like coconut oil or some rich, buttery scent. Shea or cocoa.
He gaps his thighs wider, urging me down again and into his hardness and heat. I know what he wants, but it’s breaking my stride, because I’m trying to move down to his neck. He does not want to give up the steering wheel, and I laugh. “Stop it.” He groans in response, squirming underneath me and playfully lifting into me and chasing my body. I didn’t know Jun squirmed. It’s a nice development.
Moving down from his neck, I kiss and taste his collarbone, then along the beautiful curve of his shoulder. I have no idea why, but I grab and lift his arm up over his head, then nuzzle my face into the soft hair of his armpit.
Jun giggles and I do too, but I inhale and bite him there before kissing down and over to his chest. It’s crazy, but I literally want to taste every inch of him. My nature is burning hot in my belly and up my spine, encouraging me. I caress my palm down one side of his chest, indulging in the sensual, defined curve of his pecs and the soft, fuzzy hairs there. I’m busy on the other side with my mouth, licking and tasting his nipple—feeling it harden underneath my tongue.
Jun’s hands are in my hair at this point, making it wild as I keep kissing down, dragging my hands against his body. He’s saying something in Spanish as he breathes, but I don’t speak Spanish (clearly, I should learn). It’s fine, because I’m practically in a trance the way I’m so determined, and I love the way he’s responding to everything I’m doing.
When I reach his tight little belly button, I really go to town on his flat stomach and the little curly hairs here, indulging and dipping my tongue in and out—pulling at him with my teeth.
“Jae.”
I pause, looking up at him even though I’m very busy and particularly excited about the heat and fullness of his cock hovering right below my chin. I’m surprised to see that his eyes have alighted. “Yes?”
“Can you please come up here?”
“I’m not finished! You asked me to go slowly—”
“I know, but… shit.” He throws his head back against the pillow, adjusting his spine, his chest heaving.
Dramatic. I kiss his belly again, grinning. “Someone is impatient.”
He groans and mumbles something I can’t understand, clenching the bedsheets in his fists at his hips. I really need to start studying immediately.
Looking down at him, it’s obvious where I should go next. Quite obvious. And I want him, but I skip over his groin altogether and lick the inside of his thigh. Jun is still moaning and protesting, but I drag my fingertips down the undersides of his thighs and toward his arse, then flatten myself down against the bed.
His legs are drawn up, so his beautiful body is wide open in front of me. I’ve never seen him from this angle before and I am absorbed. Sliding my hands to cup his arse, I shift forward, close my eyes and very gently lick into the warmth of him—like I’m tentatively sampling a new flavor of ice cream on a cone. Jun shifts up the bed and clenches his body.
“Shit. Fuck.”
He jerks away from me, so I’m confused. “Should I stop this? You did this to me.” When I look at him, his eyes are still burning and his skin is even a little reddened, which is usually not the case. I grin because I realize he’s flustered. He’s always the one who’s giving, so it’s like he doesn’t know how to receive.
His voice is ragged as he stares at me with indigo eyes. “I know that, but… it’s different. And if you keep going like this, I won’t last much longer.”
“Then don’t last. And stop squirming away!” I smirk, dipping back down into him. I move up from his opening to tenderly bite and pull at the heavy skin beneath his shaft—which is very hard. He sucks in a sharp breath, but then says my name when he exhales and it is glorious. Fucking fantastic. I want to stay low and play a little longer, but now I’m distracted by the fullness of his cock. I lift up, licking the underside of him in a long stroke.
Jun is swearing and breathing and saying my name, desperately, like the release he’s been fighting is seconds from overtaking him—like the swell of an ocean wave about to crash onto the shore. I lower my head, gradually taking the length of him into my mouth and enjoying every inch, because Jun hasn’t ever let me do this before, either.
He tastes… like how he smells. The same concentrated, delicious, sweet and woodsy essence that flows all through him—that wafts out from his skin and every inch of him. Christ. This has never been delicious to me before. Tolerable at best, but not distinctly enticing like this.
I relax my jaw, letting my tongue slide against him as he slowly lifts his hips up and into me. I grip him underneath his cock, willing him to finish so I can taste him fully. I realize I want it, and he feels satisfyingly thick and full in my mouth.
It doesn’t take long before Jun grunts, his body tensing as I feel and taste him come. I breathe and swallow, relaxing my gag reflex until he’s spent and finished. As he comes down from the high, I feel his fingers threading into my hair and gripping against my scalp. He urges me up his length and I blink, surprised. I was so focused, I hadn’t realized that my eyes alighted while they were closed.
His chest is slowly rising and falling and his glowing eyes are soft. “I want you inside me.” His hand moves down from my hair to caress and cup my too-warm face in his palm, and I smile. As I sit upright, Junichi lifts and slides the second pillow from beside his head so that it rests underneath his hips.
“I haven’t even stretched you yet.” I grab the lube, make quick work of wetting my fingers then toss it away.
“We can do that together.”
“Together?” I ask, crawling my fingers toward his opening, then very slowly push one inside him. He exhales and closes his eyes. I can feel him relaxing around my finger.
“Does this feel alright?” I ask. I’m carefully pulsing my finger in, then dragging it back.
“Mm,” Jun breathes, his eyes still closed. “You’re perfect. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” I grin, steadily working. “I’m enjoying you—I always do—but… I don’t usually get to do these things.”
“Because I don’t let anyone do these things.”
Eventually, I draw back and ease two fingers inside. Jun groans, but then I feel him relax around me again.
After a couple of minutes of this, he surprises me when he moves his own hand between his legs, caresses his finger against my lubed hand, then slowly adds a third finger into himself to help me stretch him. Holy shit. He closes his indigo eyes tight and arches his neck to what we’re doing. Gasping through parted lips, he’s stunning, and I have to remind myself to breathe.
Our fingers pulse and stretch him, and with my free hand, I switch between caressing his tight tummy and gripping and squeezing his shaft. My aura has been pretty quiet since Jun pulled it in the bathtub, but watching him breathe and writhe underneath my hand is stirring it up again. Also, the urge to feed from him is starting to flood my consciousness. I’ve been focused on him, and my priority is that he feels comfortable with me and in this moment, but my hunger for him is slowly engulfing my senses like a dense fog rolling into a harbor.
“I’m ready.” He groans, opening his glowing eyes. I swallow hard as we gently remove our fingers.
I crawl forward, and Jun glides his palms against my hips to bring me down and closer to him, but my voice is serious. “Tell me if I should stop.”
He shakes his head against the pillow, biting his lip again. “You won’t need to stop.”
I grab myself as I rest lower in between his legs. My anxiety is present. I can feel it humming just at the edges of my consciousness, but I ignore it and stroke myself, trying not to get into my own head and focusing on this beautiful man underneath me.
When I place myself at his opening, Jun caresses down my skin and grips my arse with both hands, urging me inside. I slowly push through, watching him close his eyes and breathe with his mouth open slightly. He’s so warm and tight, his large hands clenching me. It’s honestly enough to push me over the edge right now when I haven’t done anything. But I inhale and close my eyes, then blow it out, focusing.
Before I even have a chance to pump into him, he shifts his hips up and into me. My breath catches, and I rest down on my elbows so I’m just above his face. Our foreheads and noses are perfectly in line, gently touching. He grips and drives himself into me again—tight and hard. His breath is puffing against my lips as they brush together. There’s no way I can keep this up for much longer. He feels too good, his scent is overwhelming me and my nature is hot and going wild. Everything is swelling like fire in my groin.
“Jun, I—” He grips me and rolls his hips up into my shaft this time, and I breathe a sound I only make when I’m with Jun.
He doesn’t speak, but tilts his head and places the softest kiss on my mouth. I feel one of his hands crawl between my cheeks, and his finger is teasing my opening as he drives himself into me again. When he sweetly brushes his nose into me, that pushes me over. I groan and let everything burning in my groin flourish, let it simultaneously rush out of me and up my spine to my brain. It makes our connection even wetter inside Jun and it makes me tremble.
While I’m still in the throes of it, the urge to feed from him is crippling—the desire and need almost painful. I haven’t fed from him at all since we’ve been back together, and I was afraid to ask, but now my body is shaking from want of it.
“Feed, sunshine. You don’t ever need to hesitate.”
I don’t know how he knows, but all I can do is lean down and lap my tongue against his neck before I bite into him and feed gratuitously—completely indulging in his divine blood. This blood I was awakened with. This blood that is, has been and will always be an integral part of me. I love him and the taste of him more than anything, so I pour it into him, wanting him to understand how much he means to me. How grateful I am for him.
When I’m done, I open my eyes, and the blueish-violet light is surrounding us again. Warmly cocooning us and making the dimly lit room brighter. I lick his neck, but when I try to pull out of his body, he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight against him.
“Thank you,” he says, exhaling. “For giving me this. All of this.”
I’m about to tell him that I would give him anything he wanted. Everything. But his chest is rising and falling in a slow rhythm underneath me and his eyes are closed. His grip is still warm and tight around my back and waist, so I don’t move. I let him hold me, even though he’s gradually falling asleep.
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