HIS ORION?

ORION.

"I just realized you have a lot of beauty marks on your body," I said, my fingers tracing the constellation of dark freckles scattered around his body down to his waist. Harro's skin shivered beneath my touch, and I smiled, reveling in the way he responded to my caress. I loved the way his body seemed to come alive under my fingers.

"I was told my late mother had a lot on her body too," he said, his voice low and introspective. "Do you like them?" I nodded, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "I love everything about your body" The warm water cascaded down our naked bodies, creating a sensual mist that enveloped us.

As I shampooed his hair, I asked, "Do you miss her?" Harro's head shook slightly beneath my fingers, and he replied, "No, she died right after I was born, so apart from her pictures, I don't know her. I'm grateful she gave me life but It's hard to miss someone you don't know, you know?" His words were laced with a hint of melancholy, but I understood his point.

Eager to shift the conversation to more pleasant topics, I said, "It just occurred to me that I haven't gotten a birthday gift for your grandmother," I said, my hands continuing to massage his scalp as the warm water cascaded down his hair. "What should I do? Is it too late to go out?" I asked, feeling a slight pang of guilt for forgetting such an important detail.

Harro's response was reassuring, his voice calm and collected. "Don't worry about that, I've got it covered. Your outfit for tomorrow too." He leaned into my touch, his eyes closing in bliss as I continued to shampoo his hair. It was clear that he was savoring the intimate moment, enjoying the gentle strokes of my fingers.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, "Did you take my measurements while I slept? What else did you do to me while I slept?" I teased, my voice laced with amusement.

"How do you know what size and kind of suit to pick?" I pressed on, genuinely intrigued. While I wasn't concerned about the gift, the fact that he'd chosen a suit for me sparked my curiosity.

"My fashion sense is impeccable, as you know," Harro said with a chuckle, his voice filled with mischief. "And I did more than take your measurements while you slept – nothing you didn't enjoy, of course," he added, his voice low and husky. He rubbed his ass against my dick, sending a jolt of electricity through my body, and I groaned in response.

"Your size down there is XL, by the way," he teased, referring to condom size, and I spun him around, our faces inches apart. My dick hardened again, and I could feel the tension between us building.

"You're all clean now," I said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the desire burning within me. "Let's get you out of here before you catch a cold." Harro smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement, and I knew he was far done from teasing me.

"If you'd let me do what I wanted to do to you sooner, we would have been out of here ages ago," He said with a cheeky grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. My face flushed with a warm blush. When he dragged me into the shower with him earlier saying he needed help with washing his hair, I knew his intention was seducing me into fucking him.

Despite my initial resistance, I eventually succumbed to his charms, unable to resist the persuasive power of his touch. I had tried to heed his father's advice, to set boundaries and maintain some semblance of control, but it was no use. I was powerless against Harro's allure.

As we stepped out of the shower, I helped him dry his hair, my fingers tangling in the damp strands. "You heard what your dad said, I can't let you have your way all the time," I said, attempting to deflect the thoughts that had begun to haunt me. But the truth was, I was deeply in love with him, and the thought of him leaving me when he's had enough left a bitter taste in my mouth.

"Don't listen to my dad, he's being a spoil-sport because I don't visit him very often." Harro said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "And I don't have anything against you saying no to me, but why'd you choose something that would give you pleasure to start with?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I couldn't help but laugh at his words. He was right, of course – I had thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of his mouth wrapped around my dick and how his tight hole swallowed me completely. "It was the first thing you'd asked me to do since he said that, so I guess I was practicing?" My words came out like a question, and he chuckled, his voice low and husky.

"Cute!" he murmured under his breath, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Just then, my phone rang, shattering the intimate moment.

"Athena," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, as her face appeared on the screen. Her bright smile and sparkling eyes were a stark contrast to my current state of mind. "Did I have to call your office before finding out you followed your boyfriend to Germany? Am I still your best friend?" she teased, her voice laced with a hint of mock hurt.

I stared at her, speechless, as she added, "So, is he in the room? Why are you so quiet?" Her eyes scanned the screen, searching for any sign of Harro. My breathing grew shallow as I felt his warm breath on my neck, his hand gently wrapping around my waist. He leaned in, his expression unreadable, and gazed into the camera.

Athena's eyes widened, and her voice turned squeaky with excitement. "Oh. My. God!" she exclaimed, her smile stretching from ear to ear. "He's even more gorgeous than I imagined!"

"I heard you two are best friends," Harro said, his voice calm and collected, but with a hint of possessiveness. "Nice to meet you, I'm Harro. But if you're interested in my Orion," he paused, his eyes glinting with a subtle warning, "I'm afraid we won't get along." My eyes widened in surprise at his bold claim, my mind racing with the implications of his words. His Orion?

Athena, on the other hand, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the exchange. Her smile grew even wider, and she squealed with delight, her hands flying to her mouth as if to contain her excitement. "He's all yours!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "I leave my best friend in your care. OMG! Can we be friends?" She asked, her eyes shining with eagerness as she awaited Harro's response.

I watched in amazement as Athena, the renowned supermodel and CEO, fangirled over Harro. Her usual poise and composure were replaced by a girlish excitement, and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"I think we're going to be good friends," Harro said, his dazzling smile illuminating the room as Athena squealed with delight. I hung up the phone, still reeling from the unexpected exchange. They made plans to meet up when Athena returned to Alderan next week.

As I turned to Harro, I muttered, "What just happened?" My eyes were wide with wonder, and his laughter was infectious. He chuckled at my dumbfounded expression, clearly amused by my reaction.

How could Athena be so accepting of the fact that I was sleeping with a man. Did she have a secret fascination with same-sex relationships? I couldn't wrap my head around it.

Harro's smug smile was infuriatingly charming. "I guess you haven't figured it out yet, Orion. A lot of people find me quite charming and irresistible." he said, his confidence oozing from every pore. He settled beside me on the bed, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You're the first person who didn't think that when we first met," he added, patting my shoulder. I turned to him, and memories of our first meeting flooded my mind. I'd thought he was handsome, but my anger towards my father and his sudden arrival had overshadowed that initial impression.