In Waiting
“Mnhhhh, yeah.” Haruka moans, leaning in to kiss Rin again, this time deeper and slower than their frenzied first mating. They fit so perfectly together that it’s almost unbelievable. They were definitely meant to be mates.
“Rin…” He whispers, pulling back only to press kisses down Rin’s jaw to his neck, nuzzling against the bite mark he made earlier. “Mnhh, Rin…” He wants to thrust, but at the same time he feels like he could stay seated in Rin like this until the knot physically connects them.
He can tell when Haru is starting to become restless, a small twitch in the muscles of his thighs and back that gives him away, and Rin smiles at the restraint Haru is showing just for him. Rin gently moves his hand through Haru’s hair and presses a kiss against his forehead.
“You can move now,” he says and rocks his hips against Haru’s, groaning as the cock inside of him shifts.










