BACK TO YOU.

ORION.

The air was thick with the crispness of early evening as Orion stepped into the living room, the familiar scent of sandalwood and brewing tea wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. He sighed, letting the tension seep out of his weary frame. The family portrait session had been exactly as he expected—strained smiles, forced laughter, and the polished veneer of family unity that always crumbled the moment the cameras were off.

"Hey, baby!" Harro's voice cut through his thoughts, warm as the glow of the setting sun spilled through the large windows. He was in the kitchen, hands busy but eyes lighting up the moment he caught sight of Orion. Tension melted away as their gazes met.

Orion felt a smile stretch across his face, dimmed only by the weight of expectations he had just stepped away from. "Hey, you!" he replied, his voice softer than usual, as if the world had dimmed in the best way possible.

Harro emerged from the kitchen, carrying two steaming mugs of chamomile tea. The careful motion of pouring the tea seemed to radiate familiarity and intimacy to Orion, a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. Harro approached, his eyes searching and tender, as if he could read every unspoken word in Orion's heart.

"It was that bad, huh?" Harro asked, arching an eyebrow with a playful smirk as he handed a mug over.

Orion wrapped his fingers around the warm ceramic, savoring the heat. "You could say that," he chuckled lightly, swirling the tea. "I think I'm officially worn out from playing nice"

Harro's expression shifted, sympathy mingling with affection. "You're home now, you don't have to play nice for me," he said softly, stepping closer, the subtle scent of cedar from his cologne mingling with the aroma of tea.

Orion sighed, his exhaustion suddenly evaporating in the warmth of Harro's presence. "I know, that's why I couldn't wait to get back to you," he admitted, looking into Harro's eyes, his heart swelling with an unvoiced desire.

Harro reached out, brushing his thumb gently along Orion's cheek, and the simple touch sparked something deep within him. "Then let's forget all about that, it's done." he murmured, leaning in closer. The warmth radiating from Harro was intoxicating.

Orion had been taking it easy while making love to Harro not wanting to overwork him despite Harro's protests, so before he could second-guess himself, he leaned in the rest of the way, his lips capturing Harro's in a soft kiss, hesitant at first, then growing more urgent. The world outside faded completely, the stress of the day dissolving as he lost himself in Harro's sweetness.

As they pulled apart, Harro's hands slid to Orion's waist, pulling him closer. The kiss had ignited a fire in Orion's chest—he could feel the pulse of desire throbbing between them, primal and raw. "God, I missed you." he whispered, his breath warm against Harro's skin.

"Missed you too," Harro replied, his eyes darkening with need. With a look that sent shivers down Orion's spine, he took a step back, leading him toward the dim glow of his bedroom.

The moment they crossed the threshold, the air shifted. The room was drenched in soft golden light from the bedside lamp, casting gentle shadows that danced on the walls. A sense of intimacy wrapped around them like a cocoon. Harro approached first, brushing his fingers lightly across the fabric of Orion's shirt. Each touch was a spark against his skin.

"Let me help you with that," Harro said, his voice a low murmur as he began to unbutton Orion's shirt, his fingers brushing against the smooth skin beneath. Orion's breath quickened as he felt each button yield, the sensation of Harro's fingers igniting a warmth that coursed through him.

"Damn, you're beautiful!" Harro breathed, his hungry eyes devouring every inch of Orion exposed skin beneath the open shirt.

Orion felt a blush creep up his neck as his heart raced. "I thought I told you already, it's weird to call me beautiful," he replied teasingly, trying to maintain a lightness, but the tension between them crackled like electricity.

Harro stepped closer still, his grin mischievous, his hands moving to Orion's shoulders as he turned them around until Orion was pressed against the wall. The cool surface felt delicious against his heated skin, contrasting with the fire burning in his chest. Harro held him steady, their faces inches apart, the heat between them palpable.

"I want to make you feel good," Harro said, his voice thick with emotion. "Let me show you."

With that, Harro's lips crashed against Orion's again, deeper this time, igniting something wild and desperate within them. The kiss turned urgent, a quiet storm of yearning that spiraled into something fevered. Orion melted against Harro, surrendering to the heat, to the need for this connection more than anything else in the world.

Harro's hands roamed over Orion's chest, fingers digging lightly into the muscles as if memorizing every contour. Orion moaned softly, the sound echoing in the sensual space between them. He pulled Harro closer still, pressing their bodies together until there was no space left, no air between them.

"Please!" Orion gasped as Harro grinded against his hard-on, the word escaping his lips like an invocation. He wanted all of Harro, he wanted to lose himself completely in this moment.

"Then take me," Harro breathed, his voice low and full of submission.

As they moved together, the world outside faded completely, leaving only the soft sounds of their breathing, the muffled heartbeat of desire, and the intoxicating chemistry that ignited every nerve. They collapsed onto the king sized bed, limbs tangled, kissing feverishly, losing track of time as they explored each other, the fabric of their love becoming a shared tapestry of passion and intimacy.

They became each other—every kiss, every touch a declaration of love and longing, ecstasy and surrender. In their haven, Orion and Harro discovered not only the joy of their bodies entwined but the profound connection of their souls, solidifying the unbreakable bond that brought them back to each other again and again.

As the night deepened around them, they ceased to be individuals, becoming instead a shared heartbeat, a symphony of love that resonated in the quiet hours, an art piece painted with laughter, gasps, and whispered promises.