ORION.
Harro and I sprawled on my bed, both shirtless, his warm body resting against mine in a way that felt utterly hypnotic. The soft light of the room cast a golden hue around us, wrapping us in a tender cocoon that felt both peaceful and electric. As he gazed up at me, an expression of sheer beauty illuminated his features, his eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and mischief.
"You're in a good mood!" I said teasingly, a playful grin spreading across my face as I attempted to gauge his thoughts. He smirked cheekily, his lips curling in that charming way that always made my heart flutter.
"You're one to talk," he retorted playfully, his eyes glinting with playful challenge, and I couldn't help but laugh, a sound rich with joy that echoed through the room. I ran my fingers through his hair, cherishing the softness beneath my touch, each strand warm and inviting.
He was right—I was undeniably in a very good mood. Having spent time apart had intensified my feelings for him, making every moment we shared feel like an exquisite gift. I had missed making love to him more than words could express, and now that we were finally together, I found it impossible to keep my hands off him. My heart surged with gratitude and desire, overwhelming me in the most intoxicating way, making this quiet evening together feel like a sacred retreat from the world.
"You know, I was thinking..." Harro began, his voice trailing off.
"Oh dear! This can't be good," I teased, interrupting him playfully, a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. He shot me a mock glare, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You sound like every time I say something, it's something bad. Most of my ideas are great!" he declared, a smile breaking across his face, brightening up the moment. I couldn't help but chuckle in response, acknowledging the truth in his words. He has this remarkable knack for coming up with brilliant ideas, a few of which scares me.
"You were thinking?" I prompted gently, urging him to return to the train of thought that had sparked my curiosity.
"I was thinking, we should go on vacation. Somewhere beautiful and quiet," he said, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. I nodded, a smile spreading across my face, fully embracing his suggestion. It truly was a fantastic idea.
"I'd like that very much," I replied, feeling a warm sense of anticipation. It was high time we dedicated some moments just for ourselves, away from the bustle of everyday life.
"See? That's your proof that not all my ideas are bad," he said, beaming with triumph. I couldn't help but laugh.
"You're right, that was a great idea," I praised him as he leaned in and kissed me deeply. The warmth of the moment enveloped us, but then a mischievous glint flickered in his eyes, and a knowing smile crept onto my lips. I realized I'd fallen for one of his little tricks.
"You've got to be kidding me," I exclaimed, feigning disbelief, while laughter bubbled up between us.
"Just hear me out first," he replied, his voice smooth and enticing.
"I should've known that great idea of yours was just buttering me up for a not-so-great idea," I teased, shaking my head in playful exasperation. It was a familiar dance, one I always seemed to participate in, falling victim to his charming ways time and again.
"Come on… just hear me out first, please," he coaxed, his voice gently persuasive and laced with a sigh of hopeful insistence, eyes locking with mine as he waited for my signal to proceed.
"You know how much I love you, right?" he began, his tone earnest and filled with warmth. A soft laugh escaped my lips, amusement dancing in my eyes at what seemed like a preamble to a confession.
"It must be pretty bad if you're trying to win me over with sweet words," I teased him. In response, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to my lips with playful confidence, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Telling you how much I love you is just stating a fact," he replied, his voice tinged with cheeky delight, "but this kiss… that's the bribe." I shook my head at his mischievous antics, unable to suppress the affectionate grin that bloomed on my face.
"Thank you for sharing the difference with me, baby. Now, please, just out with it already. You've stalled long enough." I couldn't help but wonder what he had been hesitating to say.
He hesitated for a moment, meeting my gaze with an earnest intensity that made me increasingly curious. "I was thinking," he started, then paused looking into my eyes. "When you go over to take the family portrait for your father's birthday...wouldn't it be lovely if you stayed for dinner?"
My reply was instantaneous, cutting through the moment like a sharp edge. "That's not happening," I declared firmly, watching as a resigned sigh escaped his lips.
"Come on, love," he whispered, his voice soft yet insistent, his breath warm against my ear. "It won't hurt to have dinner with them." His fingers traced gentle patterns along my arm, coaxing me to give in.
"You know I don't like it," I murmured, my voice tinged with unease. The thought of sitting across from my family, their eyes heavy with unspoken judgments, made my stomach twist. Every dinner had ended in tension or silence, and now, with everything that had happened, it would only be worse.
"You don't have to like it," he said, his tone is tender but firm. His lips brushed against my collarbone, sending a shiver through me. "I'm just asking you to play nice for a couple of hours. That's all." His words were a plea, wrapped in the warmth of his affection. His kisses trailed lower, each one a soft, lingering fire, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the way his mouth felt against my skin—soothing, electric, alive. But then, abruptly, he stopped. My eyes flew open, searching for his, the absence of his touch leaving me breathless and wanting
"Do it for me?" he asked, his voice low and earnest, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made it impossible to look away. He waited, patient but unwavering, knowing full well I wouldn't get what I wanted unless I answered him first.
"Fine," I sighed, relenting as I rolled my eyes playfully. "I'll have dinner with them and play nice. Now, will you please continue?" My voice was a mix of exasperation and anticipation, urging him to pick up where he left off, to return to the way his touch sent sparks racing through me.
A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his lips, and I could see the mischief dancing in his eyes. This little devil, always knowing exactly how to sway me, how to bend my will with nothing more than the warmth of his hands and the hunger in his kisses.
"You can be so stubborn when you want to be," he teased, his voice light and affectionate as he leaned in closer, his smile softening the edges of his words. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch lingering as if to remind me that, stubborn or not, I was entirely his. And in that moment, I didn't mind one bit.
"You're one to talk," I said, my voice laced with playful defiance. He was far more strong-headed than I could ever be, and we both knew it. Harro's smirk only widened at my retort, his eyes gleaming with that familiar mix of mischief and desire. Without a word, he shifted his focus, his hands moving with purpose as they found the waistband of my pajama bottoms. In one smooth motion, he slipped them off, leaving me exposed to the cool air—and to him.
I felt his breath warm against my skin before his tongue swiped across my hard-on, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through me. My back arched instinctively, a gasp escaping my lips as he continued, his mouth working in ways that left me utterly undone. Each flick, each stroke, drove me wild, pulling me deeper into a haze of pleasure I never wanted to escape.
After what felt like an eternity—or maybe just a moment—he paused, lifting his head just enough to meet my gaze. "Seems you like my reward," he breathed, his voice rough and teasing, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
"Stop talking," I growled, my voice low and husky with desire. In one fluid motion, I pulled him up, crashing our lips together with fierce intensity. The taste of myself in him was intoxicating, igniting a fire within me. With a swift movement, I flipped us over, positioning myself above him, our bodies pressed close.
My eyes locked onto his, burning with unspoken passion. "I'm not done claiming my reward yet," I breathed, my voice deep and low. I felt a shiver run through his body, am obvious reaction to the raw need in my voice. His eyes, once bright, now darkened to smoldering pools of hunger and unbridled want.
Unable to resist any longer, I captured his lips in a searing kiss. It was deep, passionate, and all-consuming. We moaned in unison, the sound muffled by our joined mouths, as we finally allowed ourselves to surrender to the primal hunger that had been building between us. In that moment, nothing else existed but the two of us, lost in a haze of desire and the exquisite pleasure of finally giving in to our deepest cravings once more.