Page 64 of Lore and Lust
Haruka urges him back into the room and closes the doors. Facing Nino, he smoothly slides his hands inside his tuxedo jacket at his shoulders, encouraging him to remove it. Nino shrugs out of it, tossing it onto a nearby armchair. Haruka pulls his bow tie apart with his long fingers, then unfastens his shirt buttons.
His gorgeous, wine-colored irises have already returned. Nino is mesmerized as he quietly leans into Haruka and kisses him, taking his bottom lip between his own before dipping his tongue into him. When Haruka’s hands are at his belt buckle, Nino pulls up from the kiss. “Can I undress you? Tell me how.”
Haruka smiles with his eyes, seductive and focused on Nino as he lifts his hands to remove his outer coat. It slides from his square shoulders, down his long body and onto the floor. He takes Nino’s hands, guiding them past his waist and around to the thick, knotted material of his belt at the small of his back. Nino holds him close as he unties it, the warmth of him pressed into his hips making Nino’s breathing short and his hands shaky. Haruka quietly sprinkles kisses on his face and jawline as he works. When the belt is finally loose, it unravels from his body and falls to their feet.
Nino unties a second, thinner belt before he finally pulls the beautiful material of the kimono from his shoulders, then lets it slide and fall from Haruka’s tall frame. But when Nino is met with another, lighter set of robes and belt, he laughs. “Why do I feel like I’m playing with a Russian nesting doll? How many belts and robes do weneed?”
Haruka snickers, throaty and deep, while he continues littering Nino’s neck with kisses.
“Is there another layer underneath here?” Nino frowns, untying the third belt and holding in his laughter.
“No,” Haruka says, his voice muffled from his face being pressed into the curve of Nino’s collarbone.
Nino swiftly unties the belt, then parts the light material of the second robe at Haruka’s chest. He pulls it over his shoulders, urging Haruka to drop his arms and allow the fabric to fall from his body. When it does, he is completely naked. Gloriously so. His lean, sculpted body is washed in the moonlight spilling in from the glass doors behind them. Nino swallows, gratuitously taking in his beautiful almond skin, dark hair and bewitching eyes.
Haruka steps into him, pressing his bare body against Nino’s suited frame as he takes his mouth. He laces his arms around Nino’s shoulders and slides his fingers into his hair. Nino embraces him tightly, gliding one hand up his spine and the other down to grip the firm curve of his ass. Everything about Haruka registers as cool and refreshing. As if nature has uniquely cultivated him from its most beautiful elements—spring rain, the starry midnight skies and roses in full bloom.
As much as Nino loves the pressure of his body against him and the feel of his nakedness underneath his hands, it isn’t enough. He needs more. He wants everything.
Haruka breaks the kiss. Keeping their bodies tight and their foreheads pressed together, he whispers, “Shower?”
“Please,” Nino breathes. Haruka clasps his hand and guides him toward the master bathroom.
* * *
After what was unquestionablythe 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.
