Hello again people!! Thank you again for all the likes and reblogs on this story. I get very happy about it !!! Soooooo, hm, this is part three of this fic, I suck at writing smut, so Iām sorry in advance for it and for misspellings. Enjoy your reading š¤š¤
"Are you fucking kidding me ? ..." Peter said as he entered the hotel room just to see Aro comfortably sat on the huge couch, his legs elegantly crossed his hair still short; Peter didnĀ“t like that cut, his Aro has long hair, just below the shoulders. Damn it ! Aro was not his. The vampire seemed not to be bothered by his presence and he looked utterly amazed by a Mexican soap opera, it was a sight that made the butterflies on Petersā stomach flutter. It was fun to watch a supernatural being so amazed by something so silly. It also made a small smile grace the hunterĀ“s lips.
"What are you doing here ? Didnāt I just sent you away ?ā Peter said pretending to be angry at Aro.
āDarling !ā Aro said cheerfully, taking his eyes away from the huge screen to stare at Peter āYou took so long to arrive, I wondered if anything had happened to youā then the vampire turned his eyes to the tv again, and kept talking āI took the liberty to order your dinner. Is already waiting for you on the table, darlingā
Peter sighed in resignation and walked to stand in front of the TV Aro's red eyes on his. He could feel those red eyes on his body, cataloguing each centimetre of him. It wasnāt an unpleasant feeling.
"I thought it was clear, darling." the brunette said, arching an eyebrow. And this time it was Peter who arched an eyebrow and clicked his tongue in fake annoyance.
āOf course, it was, you fucking pervertā¦ā The illusionist said and rolled his eyes āYou just want to fuck me ... You know what ? it will never happen ! Ever !ā
ā Too bad !! I was so confident of itā Aro replied in a mocking tone āNow go have dinner Peter ! Or it will get coldā Peter growled frustrated and threw his hands up stomping out into the dining room. Aro would not be leaving anytime soon, the vampire would make his life a living hell. The young magician sat at the table and shouted at his dinner. A salad, a soup and a glass of orange juice.
ā Who do you think you are ? My mother, you monster?ā Peter said loud enough for the other to hear, while jabbing an arugula leaf angrily with his fork eating a mouthful of the salad and chewing between grumbles āFucking leechā¦.ā in a few seconds, Aro was in front of him watching him, he was without his suit and only with the button-down black shirt, the necklace that indicated his bloodline hanging from his neck making Peter reach the juice and take a sip just to look away from his chest.
"I haven't eaten anything for years, but I guess the rules of etiquette haven't changed that much," Aro said, dragging the chair next to Peter and sitting on it, crossing his legs elegantly, his fingers entwined on his legs, his gaze amused. Those eyes.
"Getting to know you better," Aro said simply, adjusting in his chair and staring at him. Peter finished his salad and his glass of juice and leaned back in the high-backed chair with armrests. The chair resembled a throne. The way Aro watched him now made him shiver. His eyes turning burgundy, his lips parted, the breath Aro didnāt need hitching in his throat . "This chair reminds me a lot of a throne I have back home....Now darling, IĀ“m wondering how would you look like sitting in my throne...ā Aro said in a low voice, closing his eyes and licking his lips slowly. Peter bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning at the sight of that tongue, as he remembered the feel of that cold, soft mouth on his, suddenly the vampire uncrossed his long legs sliding to the floor, getting on one knee as he stared at Peter, reaching for his hand, this time his hands were gloved, kissing his fingertips in a false gesture of submission āI only ask you one chance, Peter. Just a chance for you to see that I'm not like the scum that killed your parentsā¦ā the vampire said, while kissing PeterĀ“s fingers, the back of his hand, then placing fluttering kisses on his wrist āPlease, my king. One chance, and if I fail, I will leave and never look for you again. ā The Kisses went up his arm and back to his wrist.
"And - and how are you going to convince me of giving you this chance?" Peter tried to speak with a little authority getting in the game, when the other's tongue touched his skin, Peter whimpered. He knew he was not in control of the situation; it was just a game where Aro had unfair advantages, and that soon the positions would reverse.
"I don't know, my king." Aro continued their little game. "What do you suggest?" This time he was watching Peter with a look of innocence, expectation.
"A kiss," Peter gasped, closing his eyes and saying it at once before he could regret it.
"As you wish, my king." Aro slowly lifted himself off the floor, holding Peter's hand while they changed their current positions; Aro sat on the chair that looked like a throne pulling Peter into his lap. The vampire stared at him with a little of affection the possessive way that Aro kept their bodies flushed together, the magician's arms snaking around the vampire's neck, one hand twining in the black locks, the yellow light from the chandelier that hung in the ceiling above their heads, the gray-blue walls behind them giving the scene a perfect frame. "Just to make you more comfortable, my king." Peter closed his eyes first and allowed himself to be kissed, that soft, cold mouth on his he moaned desperately it felt like he hadn't kissed Aro in years when actually it was only a few hours ago. This time what bothered him was the texture of the silk gloves Aro wore that touched his skin beneath his shirt, as it slid down his spine, tracing his spine as his own fingers messed the vampireĀ“s hair. Feeling the frustration of his lover Aro removed his gloves at superhuman speed and put his hands on his lovers hips skin, sliding them up and down his sides, drawing circles with his thumb and delighting in the little moans that came in response. Gently Aro lowered his mouth down the hunter's neck, holding on not to take a bite no matter how tender he was afraid to overdo it, the way Peter's blood smelled to him. Gods. Thanks to the gods, he had enough self-control. He didn't want to lose control with Peter, didn't want to break any of PeterĀ“s limbs if they made love. They should not be doing this either. But Aro was selfish, when came to things that brought him pleasure. Especially now that he had found his cantante.
Peter had taken off his own shirt by throwing it on the floor and the vampire knew his darling would want to take his clothes off too, but Aro was not ready for that. The vampire was not prepared to let himself go and enjoy all the sensations that their skin touching would bring him so he distracted the hunter, settling him better on his lap, accommodating Peter's back on his chest by putting an arm around his waist. Aro placed his chin on his loverĀ“s shoulder, pulling his cock out of pants and underwear, sliding his hand from the base to the tip, feeling the shivers of pleasure that ran down PeterĀ“s body marvelling how Peter writhed with pleasure on his lap, moaning his name, moving his head a little to kiss AroĀ“s jaw, his ear, and even though their skin wasn't touching properly it was overwhelming to feel the warmth that came from Peter through the fabric of his dark clothes. Where he was cold, Peter was hot and warm and made his whole mouth fill with that sweet poison. As Aro wanked him, he kissed Peter's shoulders, grazed his teeth through the long neck, nothing to mark Peter. They both thought it was a shame, but they would not say it aloud.
"Aro ...." Peter whimpered , writhing in his lap, the brown eyes clouded with pleasure. "Bite me, please." It was a weak, sighed, almost begged plea that the vampire was sure that if his heart beat it would stop beating for that very second, Peter bared his elegant neck just for his pleasure. Maybe he should ignore the request, pretend not to hear it, but the lean body of the other seemed to expect him to do so with increasing anxiety and expectation and pleasure. And suddenly he didn't know how to say no or ignore it, he just ducked his head and licked a piece of Peter's neck increasing the speed of his hand, closing his mouth around PeterĀ“s neck sucking a lovebite that would last for days . They orgasmed at the same time. After a few moments of them sitting there just enjoying each other presence, Peter nuzzled AroĀ“s neck and said in sleepy whisper
"We have a deal, bastard." Aro chuckled.
Henceforth it would be the gods and the stars above their heads and the mortal and immortal beneath their feet
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