Returning from the bathroom, Love snuck carefully back into bed, doing his best not to wake Hart. He wasn't sure how long they had slept, and he didn't care either. He wanted to stay here with Hart's slender body curled against him, the whisper of his soft skin against his own. Once they left the warm blankets and soft pillows, their day would be filled with hard decisions, each of which would carry the possibility of terrible consequences. He wasn't scared for himself, but he wanted to keep Hart, and the others, safe. He looked down at the man in his arms, gently brushing stray hairs off his face he sniff kissed his temple.
"You're much more romantic than you look," Hart said without opening his eyes, a coy smile played across his beautiful pouty lips.
"And you are more cunning than you look, pretending to be asleep." Love replied, kissing his forehead.
"I wasn't pretending, the bed got cold when you left, and it woke me up. You got back in bed so carefully it seemed like a waste of your effort to tell you I was awake." Hart opened his soft brown eyes that were heavy with sleep. Repositioning, he snuggled deeper into Love's chest.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Who doesn't sleep well with an angel in their arms?" Asked Love, with a wink.
"It's nice to see you appreciate me for the perfection I am," Hart said, batting his eyes.
Love couldn't help but laugh. "You are ridiculous," he said, grabbing Hart around the waist and pulling him up so he sat straddling Love. Caught off guard Hart's eyes widened in shock as he flung his arms out to steady himself before regaining his composure.
"Ridiculous, but gorgeous?" asked Hart, arching an elegant brow without missing a beat.
"Always." Love said before pulling Hart down for a kiss. He couldn't help but nibble on those pillowy lips. Hart bit back.
"How do you like it?" he asked.
"Jokes on you, I love it !" Love said, rolling over and pinning Hart against the bed. He began kissing Hart like a madman. Starting from the top of his head he worked his way down, Hart squirmed underneath him laughing as he tried halfheartedly to get away.
"Now, who's being ridiculous!" he asked as he thrashed around the bed.
"I…Don't…Know…What…You're…Talking…About…" Love answered between kisses.
Hart decided to change tactics, wrapping his legs around Love he launched his own assault of kisses, before long it turned into a race of who could undress the other faster.
Clothing was sent sailing between kisses and nibbles, their bodies covered in red marks and wet trails. In only a few moments Love kissed his way down Hart's throat as the sound of Hart moaning sent shivers down his spine. Flicking his tongue across Hart's deep pink nipples he bit them gently.
"Mmm, sweet like strawberries." Love said.
Harst smacked him half-heartedly. "How can you still make bad jokes at a time like this?" he said, his voice whiny and breathy.
"You don't like my jokes?" Love feigned shock.
Hart groaned, "Will you please stop talking and put that big mouth of yours to good use!" he said exasperated.
"Good use?" Love cocked his brow. "Like this?" he said diving down he took Hart's cock in his mouth all the way to the base, then pulled back swirling his tongue around the tip, and added just the smallest amount of pressure.
"Yes, ah, exactly like that!" Hart gasped, arching his back, he pressed deeper into Love's mouth as his nails scratched across Love's shoulders. As he arched his back again Love slipped a finger inside, and pressed up, enjoying Hart getting harder in his mouth as he writhed beneath him.
"Mmm, no, Love stop I don't want to cum till you are inside me," Hart whined.
Love, let go and crawled up to look in Hart's eyes.
"You want me inside you?" Love asked.
"You heard me don't make me say it again" Hart looked away blushing.
Love grabbed Hart's chin, turning his face back so Hart had to look into his eyes.
"What do you say?" Love asked, his deep voice was serious, he could feel Hart melting under him.
"Please, Love, let me feel you inside me." Hart replied.
"Good Boy," Love said before kissing him deeply. Pouring lube into his hand, he let it warm up a bit first before sliding his hand between Hart's thighs. Slowly, one finger at a time he massaged the lube into Hart. While his hands were busy below his mouth was busy teasing Hart's neck and nipples, Love was careful to avoid letting Hart capture his lips in a kiss, enjoying the whimpers of frustration as he was denied over and over. Sitting up, Love slowly stroked himself, allowing Hart to watch the lube covering him from tip to base. A gentle touch to Hart's leg was enough to get him to spread his legs. Love smirked as he repositioned and began teasing Hart's hole. Rubbing it with his tip, he would start to press forward like he was going to put it in only to withdrawal again. Biting his lip, Hart's fingers knotted up the sheets in frustration, he was so cute trying to restrain himself. The view of Hart beneath him was too much. Love couldn't hold back, finally giving into what they both wanted.
As soon as Love was inside him Hart spread his legs wider allowing him further in. The pressure and warmth of Love's cock threatened to overwhelm him as Love thrusted deeper inside, over, and over. Love kissed him deeply as they both moved together, gasping, and moaning. Hart moved to wrap his arms around Love's neck but before he could Love grabbed both his wrists forcing Hart's hands above his head. Obediently, Hart grabbed the headboard allowing Love complete control and access to his body.
Love's breath hitched in his throat as he looked down at Hart, wrists together gripping the bottom of the headboard forced his back to arch slightly, his legs spread open, knees up feet planted against the bed allowing him to push his hips up so that his hole could accept all Love had to offer. His body covered with a light sheen of sweat caught the light, with the heightened emotion of the moment Hart's magic seeped out of him covering not only himself but love and the bed in a fine shimmer. It was beautiful and gave off the feeling they were in a completely different world from the one where they lived their everyday life.
"Wow" was all Love could mutter. It seemed inadequate, but it was the only word that came to mind at the moment. Love began to move again slowly this time watching each thrust run through Hart's body, he began stroking Hart's cock, the closer Hart got to losing control the more his magic poured out till they were in a glistening sea of color that moved in waves with their bodies. The slower he moved the harder Hart's hole twitched as it took in every inch of his cock.
"More" Hart pleaded. "Please, Love, I need more." Hart begging was intoxicating. Love leaned forward, finally kissing Hart, stifling his moans as he slammed into him over and over till finally Hart stopped kissing back his voice filling the room as they both started to cum. Gripping the top of the headboard with one hand, Love reached down with the other to stroke Hart, wanting to feel him throbbing because of him. As Hart came, he clamped hard on Love holding him inside so not a drop of his hot liquid would escape. Looking at Hart quivering under him he slowly licked the Cum from his hand waiting for Hart to relax so that he could pull out.
"You are shameless!" Hart said with a nervous giggle at the erotic display before him.
"Only for you" Love winked. Slapping him playfully, Hart finally relaxed allowing him to slide out. Love settled next to him on the bed. "Shower?" he asked, kissing Hart on the forehead.
A little while later Love sat on the edge of the bed while Hart stood over him helping him towel dry his hair.
"It's good enough, sit with me I want to talk to you before we go downstairs" Love patted the bed next to him.
Hart nervously took a seat. "Your hair's a mess" he muttered while still holding the towel.
"I don't know about Phet, but I have seen firsthand the aftermath of the Phaiwannasorn family in Kram's life, I don't want him to put you or Phet at risk. Sometimes it feels like I'm losing Kram. He's my best friend and sometimes it feels like he's already gone. I'm afraid that stopping the Phaiwannasorns is the only thing keeping him here. It's as though he doesn't have a plan to live past vengeance and I don't want to see him willingly walk into death just to finally stop them. I can't watch that happen." Love's voice was shaking with emotion as he finished. Softly Hart picked up his hand entwining their fingers.
"I know what you mean, sometimes I think I will show up and Phet will be gone, I hug him just to make sure he's real. Other times it's the same Phet he was before all this happened. Lively, happy, full of ideas and plans for the future but it never lasts. He might be fine one moment then the next he says he should have died. He survived but at what cost? I'm honestly not sure if killing Khom will free Phet to live his life or if it will free his soul to move on and he will dissipate before my eyes like in the movies." Hart leaned against Love and put his head on his shoulder.
"We won't let that happen. They are both strong, even broken they are strong, this time we will protect them, and I will protect you." Love sniff kissed Hart's head then let out a sigh.
"Come on, let's go make breakfast." Hart squeezed Love's hand before standing. "I wonder if the other two are awake yet?"
Love chuckled. "Kram is probably four cups of coffee deep into his morning, the man has more coffee than blood in his veins most days!"
Just in case, Love grabbed his gun from the bedside table where he had left it the night before. Tucked it in the back waistband of his pants and pulled his white t-shirt down over it. Hart waited at the door in his light blue and white kimono over a tank top and shorts. They descended the steps whispering and giggling. Love sneaking in kisses every chance he could while Hart giggled and smacked at him in half-hearted attempts to escape. They made their way through the house to the kitchen expecting to find at least Kram awake, instead the whole house was silent, no smell of coffee came from the kitchen. Love was instantly on high alert. Grabbing Hart's arm, he put his finger to his lips in a keep silent gesture. Pulling his gun, he motioned for Hart to stay behind him.