Chapter 88
The air in the suite was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and the hum of the air conditioner that seemed to be losing its battle against the radiating heat of two bodies. Haru buried his face into the warm, damp curve of Raiven's neck, the scent of cedarwood now mingled with the salt of sweat and the sharp, metallic tang of arousal. He felt raw, exposed, and utterly dismantled. He was caught in a paralyzing crossfire between the lingering electricity in his nerves and a crushing wave of embarrassment that made him want to dissolve into the mattress.
"When?" Raiven breathed, the word vibrating against Haru's ear. His voice was a jagged wreck, stripped of its idol polish. His eyes were dark, overtaken with an insatiable, almost frightening hunger. "When did you…?"
"At the club," Haru replied, his voice breaking into a shuddering breath. Every time he spoke, the movement of his throat against the vibrating air sent a fresh spark down to his core.
The revelation hit Raiven like a physical blow. No one had ever done this for him. Haru was a constant paradox: a man of deep, practiced restraint who could suddenly pivot into something so spontaneous and daring that Raiven couldn't predict his next move.
Raiven's mind raced back to the VIP booth, remembering the moment Haru had excused himself for the bathroom with that steady, calm gait. He imagined Haru in the sterile, dimly lit stall, leaning against the door with his teeth gritted, sliding the device into himself while the bass of the club thundered through the walls. The mental image was so visceral it made Raiven's blood boil with a mixture of arousal and a strange, possessive anger. He hated that he hadn't been there to witness it and Haru had done this alone, that Raiven hadn't been there to see the flushed skin and the quiet, focused submission of the act. To see the flush on Haru's face in the mirror before he returned to the table to sit there, acting the part of the cool, collected observer while secretly burning alive.
He bit Haru's shoulder - not a nip, but a firm, claiming pressure that left a mark , and in one fluid, predatory motion, he flipped them over. Haru gasped as he hit the mattress, his legs falling open instinctively. He looked up at Raiven, his eyes glossed over with a lethal cocktail of pleasure and the relentless, vibrating effect of the plug still vibrating at a low, relentless frequency inside him, was turning his entire body into a live wire.
The realization hit Haru with a wave of heat: he had prepared himself for another man. He, the man who had been the great Sunghoon, had meticulously mapped out his own body Raiven. It was a thought so humiliating that Haru felt like he could choke on it, yet as Raiven's lips descended to his chest, he found himself arching into the touch, his pride burning away in the heat.
"Raiven… please," Haru whimpered. Raiven didn't give him time to spiral. Haru's lips quivered, his head tossing back against the pillows. He was being assaulted from two directions ,the frantic, mechanical hum behind him and the hot, demanding pressure of Raiven's mouth in front. He felt like a puddle of frayed nerves and high-pitched whimpers. By the time his body arched in a sudden, violent climax, he could hardly lift his fingers.
Sweat slicked his forehead, his hair matted against his temples. He lay spent, his breath coming in shallow hitches, but the internal hum didn't stop. It was a lingering, aching reminder.
"Take it out," Haru pleaded, reaching up to grab Raiven's hair, pulling him into a kiss of ferocious, unexpected hunger. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he needed to feel Raiven.
Raiven's hand reached down, his fingers finding the base of the device. He didn't pull it immediately; he moved it slightly, a millimetric shift that made Haru's eyes roll back and a loud and his toes curl into the silk sheets, a melodic moan tore from his throat. Raiven kissed him deeper, swallowing the sound.
"You did this for me?" Raiven whispered, his gaze locked on Haru's face.
Raiven slowly pulled the plug out making Haru shudder and whimper under him.
The absence was its own kind of shock. Haru's body felt hollow for a split second, a vacuum waiting to be filled. Raiven didn't make him wait. He positioned himself, his knees bracketed on either side of Haru's hips. He was shaking, his own restraint at its absolute limit. Without a word, he dug his erect member into Haru's already prepped, aching heat.
The sensation of bare, sensitive skin-on-skin was a revelation. Haru's hands flew to Raiven's shoulders, his nails digging in as his body tried to accommodate the sheer size of the intrusion. Raiven felt better than any machine. He was solid, he was pulsing, and he was there.
Haru buried his head in the crook of Raiven's neck, panting, his moans turning into a rhythmic chant of Raiven's name everytime he moved.Every thrust was deeper than the last, a heavy, sliding friction that seemed to reach Haru's very soul. Haru's legs circled around Raiven's waist, locking him in, demanding him.
The room, once a temple of quiet luxury, was now a chaotic symphony of skin hitting skin and the uninhibited sounds of two men losing themselves. Haru's hold tightened as if holding on for dear life as Haru's muscles tightened around Raiven his world narrowing down to the point of impact. He widened his legs further, tilting his pelvis to give Raiven more leeway baring himself completely, inviting the destruction.
Their movements became frantic, desperate, a race toward a finish line neither wanted to reach but both were desperate to get to. Haru felt a sudden, overwhelming surge - aHaru felt the sudden, scorching rush of hot liquid hitting his prostate, the sensation so intense it triggered a second, involuntary climax in his own body his body racking with tremors that felt like they would never stop. He fell back, his vision flickering with white sparks, his lungs burning. Raiven groaned, his body stiffening and his breath uneven.
They collapsed into a tangled heap, the only sound the frantic, wheezing gasps for air. Haru let out a weak, hysterical laugh, the tension finally breaking. Raiven chuckled against his shoulder, his lips pressed to Haru's damp skin. It felt good. It felt perfect.
Then, the fog of the afterglow began to clear. Haru's laugh died in his throat as felt the slick, warm spill of Raiven's release inside him.
"You didn't wear a condom!" Haru almost shouted, his eyes snapping open.
Raiven stilled above him, his forehead still resting on Haru's . He had been so entranced, so utterly engrossed in the reality of Haru's surrender, that the thought of protection hadn't even flickered in his mind.
"It's fine," Raiven tried to reassure him, his voice still thick with the aftershocks of pleasure.
"It's not fine!" Haru protested, the panic rising. He had read about people doing it "raw" in the modern world, but he never thought he would be one of them. He was a man of plans - he had literally bought everything required for a safe, calculated night, and yet Raiven had just bypassed it all.
"What if we… what if we get an STD? I haven't done this in... I mean, we didn't check!"
"Haru, breathe," Raiven said, lifting himself up on his elbows, looking down at Haru with a gaze that was soft "We won't. I'm very careful, Haru. I get tested regularly for the agency's health insurance, and I haven't been with anyone else since I met you. I would never endanger you like that."
Haru looked at him, his pupils still dilated, searching for a lie.
"Besides," Raiven added, a wicked, suggestively low tone returning to his voice, "didn't it feel better? Knowing there was nothing between us?"
He lowered himself again, kissing Haru's jawline. Haru felt himself melting again, his body betraying his brain's logicHaru wanted to argue. He wanted to give a lecture on safety and the statistical risks of unprotected encounters. But he couldn't deny it; the feeling of Raiven inside him had been transformative ,he could feel the pulse of Raiven's veins, the sheer, raw power of the connection.
"Let's go again," Raiven whispered breathlessly, his member already beginning to stir again against Haru's thigh.
Haru looked at him, genuinely shocked. "Again?" Haru asked but it was weak as he pulled raiven in a kiss and started moving his hips against the member inside him.
Raiven let out a wicked grin. "Don't worry, you aren't an Omega. You won't get pregnant," he joked,
Before Haru could even process the ridiculousness of the joke or ask what an omega was, Raiven thrust back into him, silencing his protests with a deep, possessive kiss.
The next time Haru opened his eyes, the light in the room had shifted from a hazy violet to a bright, unapologetic afternoon gold. He tried to move, but a groan escaped him as every muscle in his back and thighs screamed in protest his skin was hypersensitive to the touch of the sheets.
He didn't think Raiven had that much energy stored up. He couldn't even remember when they had finally stopped. It had been a marathon of "just one more time" until the dawn had started to grey the edges of the curtains.
He shifted his weight, realizing the bed wasn't the disaster he had expected. Raiven must have cleaned him up and changed the sheets while he was asleep. A level of domestic care that made Haru's heart ache even more than his body.
He felt a warm, heavy arm drape across his waist, pulling him back into a solid chest. Haru didn't resist; he didn't have the strength to if he wanted to. He buried his head into Raiven's chest, listening to the steady, slow thud of his heart.
"You're awake…" Raiven groaned, his voice rumbling through his ribs and into Haru's ear. He had clearly been awake for a while, just content to watch Haru sleep.
""What time is it?" Haru asked. Or tried to. His voice came out as a pathetic, scratchy rasp.
"It's afternoon," Raiven told him, his hand beginning to trace lazy patterns on Haru's hip.
Haru's eyes snapped open. He tried to sit up, but a sharp, stinging pain shot up his spine. "Agh! Shit!" He collapsed back onto the pillows with a scowl. "Se-hee… she's going to the airport. We were supposed to see her off."
"Manager Kim already took her and Hae-rin," Raiven said, pulling him back down firmly.
"They left a few hours ago. You don't have to worry about a thing. I sent them a message earlier saying we were 'indisposed.' You don't have to worry."
"You told them that?" Haru asked, horrified. "They're going to know. Se-hee is going to have a field day with this."
pulling Haru even closer until they were chest-to-chest. "I wanted to hold you more."
Haru looked at him the blue hair messier than ever, the faint stubble on his jaw, the look of utter contentment on his face. "You really are a dog, Jae-wook."
"I told you I would wreck you," Raiven countered with a smirk. "Then you went and introduced a vibrating variable into the equation. I couldn't hold back."
"You broke my body," Haru complained, pointing to a dark bruise on his thigh.
Raiven's expression softened instantly. He leaned down, his lips meeting the bruise with a ghost of a touch. He leaned down and began to kiss Haru's shoulder, then his collarbone, then the backs of his hands and each finger.
"Where does it hurt?" he asked between kisses.
"Everywhere," Haru complained, already melting under the attention.
"Well, in that case," Raiven said, moving until he was hovering directly over Haru, his eyes filled with a terrifyingly pure devotion, "I will have to heal you."
"With what? Medicine?"Haru scoffed, but a smile broke through his defensive scowl
"With my kisses, of course," Raiven said, his nose brushing against Haru's. "They are magical. Highly therapeutic."
Haru laughed ,a real, genuine sound that made Raiven's heart swell. He watched as Raiven continued his "healing" assault, kissing his knees, his thighs, his chin, and finally, his lips. His hands lay loosely over Raiven's back, his fingers tracing the scars and muscles of a man who worked too hard.
As Raiven's mouth found his again, Haru let his hands fall loosely over raivens back himself to drown in the feeling of being loved.