Happy WednesdaY

Parker unlocked his apartment door and dropped his suitcase at the entrance. He didn’t bother turning on the lights. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. He took off his jacket and threw it over the back of the couch as he walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of water. Before he could open it, arms wrapped around his waist, and a familiar scent followed.

“Hmm… my aimar,” a soft voice whispered in his ear, and a kiss brushed his neck. “I miss you so much.”

Aoi. My solidas amanas. My home.

The bottle slipped from Parker’s hand as he turned and embraced the body that fit so perfectly against his chest. He closed his eyes, burying his face in his lover’s hair, breathing in the jasmine that always calmed him after a heavy day.

“I love coming home to this,” Parker said, leaning back and capturing Aoi’s lips in a kiss that set his very soul on fire. His beast purred as their bond magick curled around them, warm and alive, wrapping him in the familiar presence of his mate. One hand slid up to cradle the back of Aoi’s head, deepening their kiss, while the other settled at the small of his back and pulled him flush against his body. Aoi’s fingers dug into his waist, and Parker moaned. He licked Aoi’s sweet, soft lips before sinking deeper into the kiss.

Aoi made a soft sound against his mouth, and Parker swallowed it, tilting his head and kissing him again. Slower this time. Deeper. He brushed his tongue along the seam of Aoi’s lips, and when they parted, Parker groaned. Aoi pressed closer, his body fitting against Parker’s as if there had never been a time when they hadn’t belonged together.

Fuck, I can never get enough of this man.

Aoi’s fingers curled into his shirt as their tongues met, the kiss losing some of its tenderness as Parker pulled him closer. Their breaths mingled between kisses, neither giving the other enough time to catch more than a mouthful of air before their lips found each other again. Parker lightly bit Aoi’s bottom lip. The faint taste of blood hitting his tongue sent a jolt straight through him, and his beast surged beneath his skin, wanting more. His cock pulsed, hardening and pressing painfully against the zipper of his pants.

Parker reached down and gripped the backs of Aoi’s thighs. Aoi immediately wrapped his legs around Parker’s waist as Parker lifted him onto the kitchen island without breaking their kiss. Aoi’s hands slid into his hair, holding him close as Parker stepped between his spread thighs. Parker gripped Aoi’s hips and dragged him forward until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. When Parker ground against him, Aoi moaned into his mouth and rolled his hips right back.

“Fuck,” Parker breathed against his lips.

Aoi kissed him again before Parker could say anything else, and whatever restraint he had left started slipping. His hands moved over Aoi’s body, down his sides and beneath the edge of his shirt, his palms finding warm skin. Aoi shivered beneath his touch but didn’t pull away. Instead, his legs tightened around Parker’s waist as his hips moved against him again. Parker’s beast growled with satisfaction.

Mate.

Until next time

Gia