CHAPTER 16
“Are you out of your mind?” Seyn said as soon as they entered Harry’s old room. “If I’d known about this, I would’ve never taken you to Earth with me.”
Harry’s stomach lurched with nerves. He crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Seyn gave him a telepathic smack.
Harry tightened his mental shields and glared at him.
Seyn glared back. “Don’t play dumb. What are you doing, Harry?”
Harry averted his gaze. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Right.” Seyn sighed. “You know it’s hopeless. No matter how attached you are to this human, you’ll never be allowed to be yourself with him. You’ll never be allowed to stay here. We aren’t allowed to stay indefinitely on pre-TNIT worlds.”
“No one knows where we are except for your friend,” Harry said tightly.
“Don’t kid yourself. They may not know now, but eventually they’ll find out.” Seyn shook his head, looking at him with such pity it turned Harry’s stomach. “Don’t get too attached to him, Harht. Try to keep some reasonable distance. You’re way too affectionate with him already.” Seyn gave him a pointed look. “Was it really necessary to sit on his lap and let him kiss your neck? Is it another human custom I wasn’t aware of?”
Harry blinked. Had Seyn really not realized that his relationship with Adam was less than platonic? Was he genuinely oblivious? It was hard to believe. But then again, Seyn was bonded, and the areas of his brain responsible for sexual attraction were suppressed by the bond. For all of Seyn’s bold talk, he had no experience when it came to sex and relationships. Seyn had no idea what attraction felt like. Maybe he couldn’t recognize it.
Harry almost envied him. Things had been so much easier when his body didn’t behave so strangely, drawn to Adam like a magnet. He had been addicted to Adam’s touch and Adam’s attention long before his bond had broken, but now it was so much worse. Now there was another dimension to his feelings, one that was harder to suppress.
“Promise me you’ll put some distance between him and you,” Seyn said, looking at him intently.
“I promise,” Harry said, feeling like the worst sort of liar. He would try his best, but he knew he was too weak where Adam was concerned.
To Harry’s relief, after that Seyn changed the subject. Seyn spent the next hour asking Harry about human customs and some things Adam had mentioned that confused him. Finally, after what felt like forever, he let Harry go. Harry took a quick shower in the ensuite and changed into fresh clothes, happy to find that Adam hadn’t removed Harry’s clothes from his wardrobe.
By the time he left his old room, the rest of the flat was already dark.
Harry pushed the door to Adam’s bedroom open and padded inside. Adam had left the French windows open and the moonlight illuminated the room pretty well. Coupled with Harry’s much improved eyesight, he could see everything perfectly.
Adam seemed fast sleep, his chest rising and falling evenly. He was only in his boxers.
Harry tore his eyes away and undressed to his underwear as quietly as he could. He was a little disappointed that Adam was asleep, but maybe it was for the best. He didn’t think he could keep his promise to Seyn if Adam was awake and they picked up where they left off.
Harry slipped into bed and rolled onto his side, facing Adam.
He stared at Adam’s handsome profile and felt his throat close up.
Adam was human. In the dark and quiet of the night there was no escaping that fact.
Adam was human.
And Harry very much wasn’t.
Harry might hate it, but Seyn’s concerns were valid. His relationship with Adam had an expiration date. He wouldn’t be able to stay on Earth indefinitely. Sooner or later, he and Seyn would be found and deported.
His family would never let him stay with Adam even if the Ministry weren’t in the picture. His parents would never approve or accept his relationship with Adam. They would likely be horrified.
Adam was human, a member of a pre-TNIT civilization.
While Harry thought humans were interesting and really fascinating, he was well aware of the fact that people back home didn’t share his opinion. At best, pre-TNIT civilizations were looked down on. At worst, they were despised. Having an intimate relationship with a member of a pre-TNIT civilization was unheard of. In the eyes of society, such a relationship would be considered no better than modern humans would regard a relationship with a Neanderthal. As far as Harry knew, even before entering the Union of Planets and becoming subject to the Ministry’s laws, his planet had very few relations with pre-TNIT civilizations. Calluvians took pride in being one of the oldest civilizations in the galaxy and tended to look down on younger civilizations like Earth. Harry had always thought that such an attitude was in extremely poor taste, but he was aware that most people back home thought differently. His parents said he was naive. His sister said he was too idealistic. Ksar said he was too soft.
They would never understand or approve.
Swallowing, Harry moved closer to Adam, just a little.
Adam frowned in his sleep, his brows knitting together before his eyelids fluttered open.
“Haz?” he muttered, reaching for Harry. “C’mere.”
Harry rolled over until his face was against Adam’s bare shoulder. He was so relieved Adam didn’t seem to be angry with him anymore.
“What time is it?” Adam said, a hoarse layer of sleep still in his voice.
“Twenty minutes past one o’clock,” Harry replied, closing his eyes. He dragged his nose over the curve of Adam’s biceps, inhaling deeply. “I love your scent so much. I missed it. Nothing smells as good as you.”
Adam snorted. “I’m sure there’s something that smells better.”
Not to me.
Harry shook his head. There was something about Adam that made him feel so…primitive. When he was with Adam, he didn’t feel like a prince of an ancient civilization. He felt like a slave to his body and its impulses. He felt like shoving his face into Adam’s armpit and breathing in his masculine scent and sweat. Mine. My man. He felt like begging Adam to mark him up everywhere. He felt like Adam’s, in every possible way.
A crooked smile twisted Harry’s lips. “I want to smell of you so much I think I’d happily let you piss on me.” He was joking. Mostly.
Adam gave a strained laugh. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”
“Why not?” Harry said, kissing Adam’s shoulder softly.
“Because I’m just a red-blooded man,” Adam bit out. “And you’re engaged to someone but say you want to smell of me. Do you realize how it looks, Harry?”
“Pretty bad?” Harry said, rubbing his warm cheek against Adam’s shoulder. He did understand that from Adam’s point of view, Harry was engaged to someone, had a romantic relationship with someone, so it was wrong of him to want Adam. But it wasn’t like that. Harry wished he could explain it to Adam, but he didn’t know how. Adam wasn’t Samantha. He couldn’t tell Adam that it was an arranged marriage without Adam asking more uncomfortable questions—questions he couldn’t answer honestly.
“You probably think I’m a terrible person,” Harry said. He would think he was a terrible person if he were in Adam’s place and had the same limited information Adam did.
Adam heaved a sigh. “I just can’t reconcile things I know about you with things I see.”
“What do you see?”
Adam propped himself on an elbow, facing Harry.
They were so very close.
Harry wet his lips, his heart thudding hard against his rib cage. He put his hand on Adam’s chest. Adam’s heart was beating fast, too, his skin warm under Harry’s palm. Human body temperature was a little higher than that of Calluvians, and Adam always felt wonderfully warm. He felt even warmer now.
“I see…” Adam trailed off, his knuckles stroking Harry’s cheek, then down his neck.
Harry shivered, goosebumps running over his skin. He leaned into Adam’s touch, sucking a breath in when Adam’s hand moved down his chest. He moistened his lips and stared at Adam’s mouth hungrily, a now-familiar need stirring in his body. He wanted. He wanted to attack Adam’s mouth with his: kiss it, bite it, and lick into it. He wanted to yank Adam on top of him, spread his legs and beg Adam to make him feel good with his cock, like last time.
When Adam’s hand moved to stroke his quivering stomach, Harry couldn’t take it anymore.
“Let’s have sex,” he blurted out. “I want to have sex with you. So much.”
Adam made an odd, strangled noise that sounded like half-laugh, half-groan, his body stiffening, his muscles almost vibrating with tension. “Haz—”
“Please,” Harry said, slipping his hand into Adam’s boxers and pulling out his cock. He stroked it greedily. It felt amazing in his hand, both hard and kind of silky.
A part of him couldn’t believe his own boldness. That part of him told him to be ashamed of how much he wanted it—wanted to have actual sex with someone who wasn’t his bondmate, with a member of another species, with a man Harry’s race would consider little better than a barbarian. But that part of him was very small and grew weaker with every passing minute. Harry didn’t care. He didn’t care what people back home would think of him if they could see him now. He wanted Adam, wanted everything he could get, wanted to have Adam inside him—wanted Adam to fuck him. The word “fuck” had always seemed dirty and vulgar to Harry, both in Calluvian and Terran languages, but now he thought it fit the base want burning his body. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted Adam to fuck him. He wanted it with a desperation that was worsened by the knowledge that his time with Adam was limited.
“Let’s have sex,” Harry said, squeezing Adam’s cock. “I want you so much.”
Adam cursed and suddenly rolled on top of him, pinning him to the mattress with his long, heavy body. Adam’s thigh pressed between his legs, against his hard cock, and Harry whimpered. Wrapping his legs around Adam’s hips, he surged up and kissed Adam clumsily, licking into his mouth.
Adam groaned and returned the kiss, his tongue thrusting into Harry’s mouth in a rhythm Harry longed for him to do with his body. Squirming, Harry ground against Adam’s cock, trying and failing to relieve the ache in his groin. “Adam,” he whispered against Adam’s mouth.
“What, babe?” Adam murmured between the long, wet, dizzying kisses.
“I need,” Harry said, squirming fruitlessly under Adam, trying to pull him closer. “Need you.”
Adam turned his head to mouth at Harry’s ear, his breathing unsteady. “What do you need, Haz?”
Harry’s brows furrowed. Hadn’t he made it clear already? “Need you to fuck me.”
Adam drew in a harsh breath. “Are you sure?” he said, his voice so deep it was nearly unrecognizable.
Harry nodded dazedly, gripping Adam’s buttocks. “Want to feel you inside me.”
Adam made a low, growling sound before dragging his wet mouth down Harry’s neck. “Yeah,” he rasped, sucking love bites into Harry’s skin. “Yeah. We just need—” Adam tore himself away with a muffled curse and reached out for the drawer. He rummaged in it for a few moments before swearing again. “I have condoms, but I’m out of lube.”
Harry blinked at him, unsure what he was talking about. “Doesn’t matter,” he mumbled, trying to pull Adam back onto him.
Adam laughed harshly. “We need lube, Haz. I need to prepare you, to open you up for my cock.”
Adam’s cock.
Harry shivered, his own cock throbbing and his hole leaking, so empty. He shook his head. “I don’t need it,” he managed “I’m ready, I swear.”
He could see Adam’s frown as he peered at him in the darkness. “Harry—”
“I’m ready,” Harry nearly whined, grabbing Adam’s hand and shoving it in his underwear. Bypassing his hard cock, Harry pressed Adam’s fingers against his slick hole and whimpered at the contact.
Adam drew in a sharp breath. “Did you prep yourself for me before coming to bed?” He pushed a finger in and Harry shuddered. Yes, this was what he had needed so badly. Distantly, he realized that Adam was asking something and nodded, hoping it was the correct response. He didn’t care—as long as Adam kept him filled up.
Adam stroked the inside of Harry’s hole with two fingers, scissoring them. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. Harry wanted more. Harry wanted—he wanted… He looked at Adam’s cock, standing thick and long, and his hole clenched around Adam’s fingers.
“Want,” Harry said, reaching down and grabbing Adam’s cock’s again. It was even harder now. Harry whined, imagining how good it would feel, filling him up and stretching him to the limit. “Put it in.”
Adam swore under his breath, knocked Harry’s hand away, and quickly rolled something on his cock.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he said, settling between Harry’s thighs.
Harry did and watched impatiently as Adam guided his cock inside him. Harry let out a quiet, blissful sigh as the hard length filled him slowly. Too slowly. Frowning, Harry moved his hips, trying to get it deeper.
Adam hissed. “Haz, slow down. You’ll hurt yourself.” Despite his rational words, he sounded gone, his hands stroking Harry’s thighs and his cock starting to move inside Harry.
“Don’t want slow,” Harry managed, moaning as Adam started thrusting harder. “Feels good. I didn’t know sex would feel so good.”
Adam let his weight press Harry into the mattress. “I’m your first,” he muttered into Harry’s neck, gripping Harry’s thighs hard as he slammed into him. “No one’s ever done this to you. Just me. Just mine.”
The possessiveness in Adam’s voice sent an insane thrill through Harry’s body. Panting, he moved to meet Adam’s thrusts. He wanted more, harder, deeper, but for some reason, Adam kept changing the angle and length of his thrusts. Harry whined in frustration, clutching at Adam’s back, trying to pull him deeper.
“Shhh,” Adam said. “Or your friend will hear us.”
Harry flushed, remembering that Seyn was on the other side of the wall. But his embarrassment didn’t stop him from wanting more of Adam’s cock, and he keened, meeting Adam’s thrusts, his hole clenching on Adam’s cock. It felt so good inside him, so very good, thick and perfect, but he wanted more.
“Fuck, I can’t find your prostate,” Adam grated out, muscles tense and brows knitted in concentration as he continued changing the angle of his thrusts.
“Prostate?” Harry croaked, not understanding.
“Christ.” Adam half-laughed half-groaned, lips dragging over Harry’s neck as his cock pistoned in and out of Harry. “I feel like I’m robbing the cradle. But I want—you—so—badly.” Each word was punctuated by a hard thrust. “Touch yourself, baby,” Adam said. “Stroke your cock for me. You’re so pretty, so beautiful—feel so wonderful.”
Harry practically preened from the praise. He did as he was told, slipping his hand between them and grabbing his neglected cock. The relief was immediate. He let out a long moan and started moving his hand hard and fast, at the same rhythm as Adam’s thrusts. But he still needed more. “Harder,” he whispered brokenly, squeezing Adam’s back with his legs. “Want harder—need—please.” He was so, so slick, aching from the inside, sobbing out every time Adam pulled out his cock. He knew it wouldn’t hurt no matter how rough Adam was with him; he just wanted harder and deeper. “More!”
Adam pulled out, making him whine. He put Harry on his hands and knees before slamming back into him, deep and hard. Harry cried out, his eyes moistening. Yes, right there. It felt so good, so satisfying. He no longer cared that Seyn could likely hear him, moaning wantonly with each deep thrust. Adam was groaning, too, the mattress creaking under them, the headboard knocking against the wall with the force of Adam’s thrusts.
“God, fuck fuck fuck,” Adam growled, biting at Harry’s back, his hand closing around Harry’s cock and pumping it hard. “So fucking tight, so good, so perfect for me—” His cock hit something inside him.
Harry sobbed out and felt his world explode, immense waves of pleasure rocking his body and stealing his breath away. He fell on the mattress, feeling boneless, his head spinning with pleasure. He could feel Adam’s hands roving over his skin, petting, stroking, guiding him through the aftershocks, even as Adam continued thrusting into him. Although Harry felt sated, Adam’s thrusts still felt good and he kind of didn’t want Adam to ever stop.
But he stopped eventually, groaning, his body stiffening on top of him.
Harry sighed in disappointment when Adam pulled out. “You could’ve stayed in me.”
Adam chuckled, rolled onto his back and pulled Harry into his arms. “Insatiable,” he muttered, his voice already sleepy. “Never thought you’d be such a handful in bed.”
Harry didn’t know what to say to that. Was it bad? Or was it a compliment?
Before he could ask, he felt Adam’s drift off to sleep.
Smiling, Harry buried his face in Adam’s armpit and did the same, feeling safe and loved in Adam’s arms. Home. This felt like home.