Heat
A Lamento drabblette by Chloe
There is little he can do to stop his sanga when Konoe chooses to please him in this intimate way. So Rai runs his fingers gently through silky blond hair and soars closer to the sun, nearly melting in the heat of Konoe's suckling mouth.
Rai lets his head fall back against the headboard of the inn and closes his eyes, exposing his throat, his naked body, his heart. He would bare himself to no other.
Rai knows this extraordinary little blond cat will be the death of him. Why didn't other lovers teach him about true intimacy? When did he start yearning for Konoe's bright smile?
Rai bites his lip and chokes out a moan, arching his hips up into that moist mouth. Pleasure floods his body and Konoe lingers until Rai is spent and lapped clean.
If this is love, why does it always leave him yearning for more? Konoe gives and still, Rai wants more.
This affection will ruin him to all ends. Still, Rai can do nothing but welcome this newfound intimacy. He will reciprocate, take and give, and learn to love in return.
And if love is the death of him, let it be said that Rai died well.