After what was unquestionably the most sensual shower of his life, Nino finds himself on his back in Haruka’s large bed, having (somehow) failed to reach the hot spring.
His eyes are closed as he lies against the cool, plush comforter, a thick pillow tucked underneath his hips and his knees comfortably drawn up. He exhales, stretching his lower back and relaxing his body around Haruka’s long, slick fingers pressed inside him. Haruka leans over, kissing a firm line down the center of his chest and toward his stomach while moving his fingers even deeper.
The heat of Nino’s aura is fiercely radiating outward like a smoldering fire. His eyes are burning bright and he can’t pull his nature back at all. Can’t contain it. Suddenly, it has its own mind and intentions. When he feels the hardness of his shaft sliding into the warm wetness of Haruka’s mouth, Nino arches his neck and groans loudly—the heat of his nature rushes down his abdomen and wills everything inside him to release.
Haruka twists his fingers, gently stretching Nino’s body as he licks and sucks his length inside his mouth—tasting and caressing him with his tongue. Nino writhes against the pillow supporting his lower back, teetering on the edge of climax. He lifts his head, breathless. “Haruka.”
He opens his evocative eyes. Slowly, Haruka pulls his head up. He moves to hover over Nino again, but Nino’s breath catches when he smoothly presses a third slick finger into his body. Nino swallows, his chest heaving. “I want you inside me. I’m ready.”
Leaning down, Haruka rests their foreheads together. Nino lifts his chin to catch his mouth, opening himself and wanting to deepen their contact. When Haruka parts his lips and meets his tongue, Nino sighs from pleasure. He tastes like his own rosy essence and sex. It makes Nino’s head spin.
With their mouths joined and moving together, Haruka removes his fingers. Nino feels him settling the tip of his shaft against the soft flesh of his body. Gently, Nino lifts his hips, encouraging the intrusion—wanting it like he’s never wanted anything in his long life. Haruka presses his tip inside and Nino breaks the kiss, sucking in air from the initial shock and satisfaction of the intimacy. Haruka takes his time pushing deeper, his wine eyes gradually morphing into bright crimson.
Soon, Nino’s body is completely relaxed—as if a switch has been flicked on. Or off? The warm pulse and fullness of Haruka has unexpectedly settled the deep discontent and angst he’s been feeling within his core for the past few months. He hadn’t realized how uncomfortable it was until this moment, when the thing is finally resting. It’s like a wave of loving calm is washing over him, swelling from within him.
He slides his hands down Haruka’s spine, then cups his ass, bringing him even tighter and deeper into his body as he spreads his thighs wider. “You feel really good like this, Haru… It feels like you’re calming something inside me.”
Haruka breathes, closing his eyes as he rests on his elbows. Nino slowly sinks his hips down, then rolls them back up into Haruka as he grips his cheeks tightly with his palms. Haruka’s red eyes flash open and he inhales sharply. He lowers his head so that his mouth is near Nino’s ear. He whispers, “You… were incredibly provocative tonight.”
Nino closes his eyes. Haruka kisses his neck as Nino repeats the movement with his hips, pulling away and then deliberately driving them back up and into him. Smooth. He swallows a groan from the slick wetness of their contact. Nino is breathless as he speaks, the pressure of arousal set firm in his belly. “Did I surprise you?”
Haruka lifts his head, lazily licking into him to press their mouths together before responding. “You did.” He sighs, staring into Nino’s eyes. “It was difficult… for me to focus.”
Biting his lip, Nino lowers his hips into the soft pillow at his back again, then grinds himself up and into Haruka’s shaft. Haruka gasps in a breath, clenching his burning eyes shut. Nino smiles, satisfied as he exhales. “Is that what turns you on, Haru? Diplomacy?”
“Perhaps?” Haruka says, his face devilish as he slowly rocks his hips against Nino’s body—smoothly pumping in a steady rhythm. “In association with you, many things arouse me.”
Haruka’s movement has rendered Nino speechless. He shivers, feeling the warm prickling of the orgasm building and expanding low in his groin. Nino lays his head back, opening himself and willing the sensation to overtake him. He needs relief from the heavy tension building between them.
Nino breathes in and the atmosphere unexpectedly shifts. His eyes flicker open as a beautiful crimson haze slowly caresses and moves up his body. It makes the dusty golden hairs on his arms stand straight.
This is Haruka’s aura. Usually it’s strictly stifled, and his aroma is subtle like the distant recollection of a scent rather than something active within the present.
Nino can discern it clearly now. It’s perfectly crisp, sweet and clean. A cool breeze on a vibrant spring morning. This is different from when he heavily presses his nature outward defensively. In this moment, it’s light and airy, like an enchanting, passionate fog slowly engulfing everything it touches.
With his senses flooded by Haruka’s essence, the need for him that lies deep inside Nino spikes. He wraps his arms around Haruka as he carefully shifts and rolls their bodies. When the purebred is on his back, Nino sits upright against his knees. He smoothly repositions himself back down, slowly taking Haruka’s shaft back into his body.
Haruka opens his mouth to speak but Nino rocks hard against him, making him exhale a rough grunt of pleasure. Nino repeats the movement again and again, needing Haruka to release—to let go and give in to this beautiful nature of his that’s somehow calling out to Nino.
With his body writhing underneath Nino and his fingers digging into his hips to encourage his movement, Haruka arches his lower back and cries out. He clenches his eyes shut, his entire frame trembling. Slowing, Nino closes his eyes. He gasps, surprised by the sensation of Haruka’s warm release making their contact even more slick inside him. Nino wraps his fingers around his own shaft and lifts his head, finally allowing his body to succumb to the abundance of sensations.
When his body unwinds from the height of pleasure, he looks down at Haruka underneath him. His breathing is ragged and his glowing red eyes are filled with the haze of sexual gratification. His hair is mussed as he lies against the pillow. For the first time since Nino has known him, he looks completely relaxed and open. Perfect.
Nino bends down toward his chest, gratuitously inhaling his intoxicating, rosy aura as it still envelopes them. Haruka lifts his chin and parts his lips expectantly. Nino meets the gesture, lovingly entwining their tongues in a sensual kiss. When Nino raises his head, Haruka’s fingers are tangled in the back of his hair. His voice is low and ragged as he stares into Nino’s eyes. “Would you like to feed from me?”
Nino’s chest tightens. “Are you sure?”
Haruka nods against the pillow, his burgundy eyes soft but unwavering. “You have consent.”
A new rush of warmth and excitement washes over Nino’s body. His heart swells as he moves one hand up to meet Haruka’s free hand lazily resting on the pillow beside his head. Smoothly, he slides their palms together. They entwine their fingers as Nino bends down once more, licking Haruka’s neck to savor the cool, sweet taste of him before softly biting into his skin.
He exhales a sigh as he feeds, amazed at the sublime pleasure of his blood—of everything they’ve done tonight. The rich complexity of Haruka’s blood is so filling and like nothing Nino has ever tasted. He can feel it coursing through his body and revitalizing him, strengthening him in a way that he has never experienced.
In exchange, he focuses his mind. Pouring his sincere love and desire into Haruka. He thinks about how elegant and intelligent he is, and how much he loves simply talking to him. He thinks about his deep, bubbly laugh and how it sounds to his ears like music or an exotic bird’s mating call. He thinks about his wry sense of humor, mesmerizing eyes and how, if he could, he’d be content to spend every single day of his life in Haruka’s charming, enigmatic presence.
Nino takes a breath and pulls again, but something happens. He opens his eyes, startled. It feels as if something has jerked or rumbled, but he doesn’t know if the shift has occurred within himself or if something happened externally within the room. He stops feeding and licks Haruka’s neck. He lifts his head. Haruka’s brows are furrowed tightly, confused and wary. He felt it too.
“Haru… what was—”
Nino gasps sharply, his voice cut off from the rush of his nature forcefully pouring out of his body in a haze of brilliant golden light. Haruka’s body tenses and stiffens beneath him, his eyes blazing red again just before he forces them shut. The haze of Haruka’s aura intensifies and brightens, powerfully twisting and moving around their bodies.
His eyes wide, Nino watches as their two energies swirl and intermingle, like two beautiful snakes engaging in an ancient mating ritual. But as soon as Nino discerns what’s happening, the two energies fuse in a flash of vivid orange light, then slam back down in a rush of warm air against their naked bodies.
Nino inhales sharply again, feeling the heat of his vampiric nature enclosed within him. It’s different—heavy and stiff. He can’t move at all. For about five seconds, both he and Haruka are completely motionless, their eyes staring. Unable to speak. The intense thing deep inside Nino is squirming, adjusting. There’s a pull of pressure as if he’s linked to Haruka by an invisible and heavy chain.
Soon, the thing settles and relaxes, the weight of it becoming warmer and lighter. It felt daunting at first, but slowly, it offers an incredible sense of peace and security as it swells in his abdomen. Nino swallows, taking another deep breath to stop his body from quivering.
Just as he’s beginning to unpack what’s occurred, fear slices through his mind and down his spine like a machete. Intense fear, disbelief and anxiety flood his mind and heart, and the sudden intrusion of foreign emotions frightens Nino. The sensations are so strong, but unfamiliar to his mind. He knows these feelings, but they’re not his. He doesn’t feel this way and there’s no clear rationale for their existence.
Haruka shifts to slide his body upright, pushing away from Nino as he sits straight with his back pressed into the headboard. Nino sits up as well, staring at him. He sees the expression in Haruka’s eyes and he understands. These unexplained emotions Nino is feeling—this fear and terrible sense of panic—they aren’t his. Even though they radiate so severely inside him, they don’t belong to him.
They belong to Haruka.
Thirty-Seven
For a moment, everything is silent. Completely still. Nino’s body is tense, his mind busy trying to process the wild scatter of Haruka’s severe emotions while his body spasms from the unfamiliar energy settling within him.
