ORION.
One of the best things about moving in with Harro aside the fact that he's the perfect boyfriend, is that we can use the gym anytime we want; especially on weekends like today. The gym even has a boxing ring, which is perfect for when we wanted extreme workout.
"Let me help you with that, babe." Harro said, reaching for my boxing gloves as he undid the buckle.
"Thank you, baby," I replied with a smile as the gloves slipped off my hands and I dropped to the ground still catching my breath from boxing.
"You're welcome, my love," he said, his face lighting up with a gentle grin. He then picked up a bottle of water and handed it to me. "Here you go!" I accepted it gratefully, taking a sip while he organized our workout equipment.
Once he finished tidying up, he grabbed our phones and handed mine to me. I noticed a couple of missed calls from Athena so I dialed her number immediately and placed the phone to my ear while taking another sip of water as I waited for her to pick up.
"Riri, finally!" Athena exclaimed a little too loud making me laugh.
"Hey, Tina! I told you we'd be working out at the gym before we even started. What's up?" I reminded her. I was curious about what could be so urgent for her to have called more than once.
"I thought you'd be done by now! How much working out do you even need?" I could hear her playful sarcasm, and I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn't see me; and I turned to Harro when he tapped my shoulder gently.
"Let's go," he mouthed, gesturing towards the gym's door. I nodded in understanding and followed him as we exited the gym.
"Riri? Are you listening to me?" Athena asked, bringing me back to our conversation.
"Yes, Tina, I'm listening. Go ahead!" I responded, moving up the stairs behind Harro.
Since we returned from our two-week vacation a few days ago, Harro and I had been working from home. It felt strange going back to the office immediately after such an amazing time away.
As Athena talked, I listened intently until we finished our conversation. After hanging up, I quickly changed out of my sweaty gym clothes and joined Harro in the shower.
"Is my cousin still in Paris?" he asked, turning to face me while wiping water droplets from his face. I nodded and informed him of what I'd just learned.
"They're coming back to Alderan together." He handed me the washcloth, clicking his tongue.
"I can't believe those two are officially dating," he said in disbelief, which made me laugh.
"Stranger things have happened," I told him, and he nodded in agreement.
"I guess so," he conceded, turning around as I helped him wash up.
While we didn't anticipate the girls making their relationship official this soon since it looked like they just wanted to have fun, I'm not so surprised they did. Stranger things have indeed happened—and our relationship for instance is one of those surprising twists. It's just something that happens when you're truly in love with someone I guess.
"What do you want for your birthday, babe?" Harro suddenly asked, changing the topic. I wasn't prepared for that question or the change of topic, but it made me happy that he was thinking about it. I leaned closer to his ear.
"I want you for my birthday," I whispered, my smile widening when he shivered at the huskiness of my voice.
"You can ask for more than one gift, you know?" He tried to sound casual, but I could tell he was affected by my words. I pretended to think about it, even though I didn't actually need anything else for my birthday as long as I had him. But I knew he wouldn't rest until I asked for something.
"You'll have to come somewhere with me later as my second gift," I said, an idea forming in my mind for something I'd been contemplating doing.
"Where?" he asked, curiosity shining in his eyes as he briefly turned to me, and I made a zipping motion across my lips.
"I'm not telling, you'll know when we get there," I responded playfully, and he groaned in frustration.
"You still haven't asked for a real gift," he whined, making me laugh.
"I did! I said I wanted you for my birthday, and I think I want my gift now," I teased, my lips grazing the shell of his ear.
He gasped as I pushed him gently against the shower wall. "You're not being fair," he protested, breathless.
"All is fair in love, baby," I replied mischievously, and I felt his body shake, which meant he was laughing.
Soon enough, our playful banter faded into a comforting silence as I explored his body with my mouth. Our fingers were laced together against the wall. Slowly, I slipped inside him, my lips still pressed against his ear, relishing in the warmth that enveloped us. When he felt comfortable, he urged me to move, and I did, my movements slow and steady at first, then picking up speed. It always feels like magic being inside him, each thrust driving me wild, savoring every stroke and our shared moans.
"Fuck!" Harro moaned, throwing his head back against my shoulder when I reached for his hard cock and began to stroke him. I wanted him to feel just as good as I was feeling, and with his loud moans and growls, I knew I was succeeding.
Each motion brought both of us closer to the edge, and as our lips met in a deep kiss, our hips moved together in a sensual dance. My hand continued to work on his erection while my thrusts quickened, and soon enough, we reached climax together, breaths fast and ragged—the shower was the only place echoing our bliss.
Harro's legs wobbled as I slipped out of him. "Whoa, easy there!" I chuckled, wrapping my arms around him to prevent him from falling. He groaned, resting his head on my shoulder.
"This is all your fault!" he said between breaths.
"Guilty as charged!" I replied proudly, trailing kisses down his neck, and he wiggled in my hold, which made me hiss with pleasure when his ass brushed against me.
"Clean me up and carry me to the room. Don't you dare try anything funny!" he commanded, trying to sound serious but failing to hide his laughter. I complied, enjoying his playfulness.
Once I carried him to our bedroom, I helped him get dressed while he lounged like royalty, issuing humorous demands. I didn't mind; I loved when he acted spoiled.
Once he settled down, we headed downstairs for breakfast. I took over the cooking while he watched me closely, his eyes never leaving me as I moved around the kitchen. I had gotten much better at making meals, so he didn't have to worry about me sending us to the hospital anymore.
We talked about everything while I cooked, but I still wouldn't tell him where I wanted him to accompany me later that day, no matter how many times he asked. So, he resorted to guessing. I laughed so hard, clutching my side when one of his guesses was a strip club! Each of his attempts were wrong of course, but it was fun watching him try.