NEMESIS: HATE AT FIRST LOVE.

ORION.

"Are you absolutely certain that you don't have to go back to the party?" I asked, gazing down at Harro as he nestled his head in my lap, his eyes closed in contentment. We'd finished showering a while ago, and the warmth of the moment still lingered between us.

He shook his head, his white hair rustling against my thighs. "What about your grandmother?" I added, my concern for his family's expectations evident in my tone.

Harro's lips released my finger, which he'd been gently sucking on, and he looked up at me with a reassuring smile. "I've been to these parties for years, and trust me when I say Grandma has got her hands full. She won't even know we left," he said, his voice low and soothing.

I nodded, accepting his words, and my mind was finally at rest. The gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed was hypnotic, and I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of his tongue as he continued sucking my finger. Fuck, I don't know what he's doing but it feels so freaking good to stop him.

After a while, I opened my eyes as I gazed down at Harro's naked chest, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the bite marks scattered across his beautiful skin, knowing I was responsible for it. His waist was hidden beneath the crisp white bed cover, a reminder of our passionate lovemaking.

After his heartfelt confession, we shared a romantic bath, making love in the shower and continuing on the bed. Now, we're laying on the bed, his chest on my lap as I rested the back of my head on the headboard.

Harro's words of affection still echoed in my mind. He whispered "I love you" into my ears as I thrusted into him, and as we reached climax together, he asked me to be his boyfriend. The request was almost laughably cliché, given the intimate position we were in. Yet, I couldn't help but be swept up in the romance of the moment.

A wide smile had been plastered on my face since he told me he was in love with me. Earlier, when I'd left the party feeling heartbroken, I had no idea he would come after me, profess his love, and turn my world upside down.

As I reflected on my behavior, I realized I'd been too caught up in my own fears and doubts. I'd failed to consider his feelings and give him the benefit of the doubt. Thankfully, I'd apologized for my mistakes, and though he was still reeling from being fucked, he just nodded his forgiveness obviously unable to formulate real words.

"What are you thinking about?" Harro asked making me open my eyes. His voice low and husky, as he climbed onto my lap and got comfortable. His soft, naked ass rubbed against my dick, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I twitched involuntarily, wondering how I could be feeling this way again so soon after our passionate lovemaking.

"You know, just stuff." I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fire building inside me. His lips brushed against mine, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Oh, yeah? Tell me about them." he whispered, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. My hands instinctively wrapped around his waist, holding him close as we gazed into each other's eyes.

"I was thinking about how things have been since I met you..." I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "How I've been...I don't know, different, I guess. And I couldn't help but wonder if this is who I've always been and just didn't know it." I confessed, my heart pounding in my chest.

Harro's response was a soft humming sound, his eyes never leaving mine. "And?" he prompted, his voice encouraging me to continue.

"People used to say I was like my father," I confessed, the words tumbling out of me like a long-held secret. "I hated it because I thought that meant I'd grow up to become cruel and disloyal like him." I paused, the memories still bitter in my mind. "I wish I'd been more like my mom."

Harro's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against mine, as he entwined our fingers he said...

"It's basic anatomy that fifty percent of you is from your father," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You can't do anything about the fact that, he's half of you, but the other fifty percent is from your mom, whom you love so much." He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Just focus on that fifty percent and let it triumph. Even in a drug trial, the chances are less than fifty percent most times and yet, breakthroughs still occurs."

His words were like a balm to my soul, calming the doubts and fears that had haunted me for so long. I felt my mind reeling, trying to process the simplicity and profundity of his statement.

"That was absolutely beautiful, thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as our foreheads touched. Harro's smile was radiant, and his eyes shone with warmth.

"You have me now, I'll protect you from him, no matter what." he vowed, his words infused with sincerity. I felt a surge of emotion, and my lips brushed against his in a gentle kiss, conveying the depth of my gratitude. His words had touched my heart, and I felt my love for him swell. Yet, I still hadn't mustered the courage to reciprocate his earlier declaration. Perhaps I was waiting for the perfect moment.

His next question broke the spell around us, and I chuckled quietly. "Does this mean I'm your first boyfriend?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. The term "boyfriend" still felt unfamiliar, but I was growing accustomed to it.

"You're the only man I've ever been with, so I'd hope so." I teased, trying to sound nonchalant. Harro's face flushed, and he smiled shyly.

"You're the only person I've ever been in love with, so technically, we're each other's first," he said, his logic adorable, if a bit unconventional.

"I don't know what that means, but thanks for informing me," I said with a chuckle, my eyes drifting downward to his arousal. "So, are we going to do something about a little junior down there? I think it wants our attention." Harro's face flushed, and I claimed his lips in a tender kiss.

"I might not be as good as you, but I can give you head if you want," I whispered into his ear, my voice barely audible. His eyes widened, and he gazed at me intensely, as if searching for any sign of hesitation.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to do something you're not comfortable with," he began, but I silenced him with another kiss.

"I want to," I assured him, my voice filled with conviction. "You're just going to assist me a little." He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing, before nodding in agreement.

I flipped us over, positioning myself above him. As I gazed down at his long, beautiful hard cock, he looked up at me nervously. Before I could change my mind, I lowered my head and slid my tongue across his tip, I felt him shiver as I tasted him and I smiled.

Memories of how he had expertly sucked me before flashed through my mind, and I became determined to make him feel just as good.

I savored the moment, my tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes around the tip of his hard erection. His moan was music to my ears, and I couldn't help but smile, knowing I was on the right track.

As I took more of him into my mouth, his hiss of pleasure was intoxicating. His hands flew to my hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands as his hips began to move. I felt his cock glide in and out of my mouth, and he expertly controlled his pace, slowing down when he sensed I needed a moment to adjust to his length.

It was as if he was guiding me, teaching me how to pleasure him, and the thought filled my chest with warmth. I couldn't believe the turn of events that had led me to this moment – giving my boyfriend a blow job. The mere thought of having a boyfriend still sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"Fuck...your mouth feels so incredibly good on my cock," he gasped, his breath hitching as his fingers tightened around my hair, creating a delicious tension. A warm rush of desire surged through me, and I couldn't help but feel my own cock twitch in response; apparently, I was discovering a thrilling liking for his roughness.

"Oh, yes! Fuck yeah...that feels so amazing!" he moaned, the intensity of his voice rising with every exquisite pull of my mouth. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and as I glanced up, I noticed his face twisted in pleasure, his brow furrowed and his lips parted. The unmistakable twitch of his cock told me he was nearing the edge, and a rush of excitement filled me as I continued to drive him closer to that peak.

I focused intently on taking him deeper, pushing my limits as he thrust himself into me, yet I could only manage so much. "Baby steps," I reminded myself, feeling a mix of determination and pleasure. Low growls escaped his throat, vibrating through the air, amplifying the tension surrounding us.

His cock pulsed rhythmically, sending waves of anticipation coursing through me. As he tried to pull my mouth away, a surge of defiance surged within me; I held on tighter, savoring the moment. Then, as if he couldn't hold back any longer, his seed poured into me, a warm rush that filled my senses, leaving us both breathless and consumed by the intensity of our shared ecstasy.

The taste was sharp and tangy, an acidic sensation that was surprisingly not unpleasant—nothing like sugar, but it had its own unique allure. I swallowed instinctively, then licked my lips, mimicking the way I had seen him do. His eyes widened in surprise and appreciation, and before I knew it, he had pulled me up close, our lips crashing together with an urgent hunger.

"That was fucking sexy. Are you sure you haven't done this before?" he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. I chuckled softly, a glimmer of confidence in my voice as I replied, "I'm a fast learner." With that, I leaned into his touch feeling more hornier then ever.

"Think you can handle another round?" I asked, my voice laced with desire, and Harro's smirk was nothing short of breathtaking. This gorgeous, beast of a man seemed to radiate an aura of unbridled passion. His father was right, he's simply insatiable.

"I'm stronger than I look, love." he whispered, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. "Don't go easy on me." His words left me stunned, wondering what fueled his insatiable appetite for our lovemaking. How could he always be ready, always wanting more of me?

As the beautiful moonlight shines through the room in a calm, ember glow, I gently flipped him onto his stomach, feeling the silk sheets slide beneath us. Positioned behind him, the anticipation hung in the air, thick and tantalizing. Leaning in closer, I could hear his ragged breathing, I bent down to whisper in his ear, my breath mingling with the gentle AC breeze filtering in through the open vents, "I don't think I'll ever forget this trip."

As my lips brushed against his earlobe, a playful nibble elicited a soft moan, a sound that resonated deep within me. Slowly, I slipped into him, our bodies moving in rhythm, each thrust carrying us closer to the edge of an unforgettable experience. His responsive growl sent a shiver down my spine, a visceral reminder of our shared desire.

"Then," he murmured breathlessly, his voice barely above a whisper, "let's create enough memories to last a lifetime." Each word was a promise, one filled with the warmth of the setting sun and the infinite possibilities of the night ahead.