When the Mate is Away - A Short

Warm

With an insanely loud clap of thunder, Haru's eye shot open, and he sat bolt upright in bed. His heart threatened to beat itself out of his chest and his breath caught in his throat.

"Holy sh-" he cut himself off, glancing around the room. He frowned, reaching out a hand to flick the switch of the light on the bedside table. Nothing happened and he rolled his eyes.

"I am NOT going outside to mess with that generator," he said to himself, tugging the sheets up to his chest. He scowled, more for his own good than any other reason.

"Kazuo's the one that's good with that stuff..." His voice trails off into the empty room and he pouts, lying back on the pillow, pulling the sheets to just under his nose and staring at the lines on the ceiling. He wanted Kazuo to be home with him. He loved storms, but the lightning bothered him, and he would feel safer with his lover nearby to tell him that he loved him, and he was safe. He thought about how Kazuo would gently touch his cheek, smile and say the words only he knew would soothe him. The brief touch of Kazuo's lips against his. The gentle parting of lips and tongue slowly caressing his bottom lip.

Haru shifted uncomfortably on his back, tugging the sheets even further up over his chin. If he kept thinking things like that, he'd end up... he glanced down, and his cock stood rigidly in protest against the sheets. As he stared, it twitched and his hand immediately slid under the cover to grasp its base. As his fingers curled around his hard flesh, a jolt of pleasure shot through his body and he pressed his head back and down into the pillow.

"Kazu..." he whispered, the name gently caressing his ears like a lover's embrace. His other hand gripped the sheets at his chin as he started a slow, steady stroke with the other. With each press down to his base, he raised his pelvis in a subtle thrust, and a soft moan fell from his lips. It felt amazing, and little spirals of pleasure began to build in his abdomen and dance across his lower back. "Mmngh..." He rocked his hips harder as his pace increased, and his free hand moved from the sheets to finger the erect flesh of his nipple. A sharp inhale, and he spread his legs, setting his feet flat on the bed and tightened his grip, his breath coming in shallow bursts as pre trailed down his shaft.

His moans began to come faster, and as his thoughts filled with memories of being impaled, claimed by his lover, his body tensed, shuddered, and he cried out. Spurts of cum shot from his pulsating length and covered the sheets, his chest, even grazing his shoulder. He drew his bottom lip between his teeth and groaned as he rode out the orgasm, bucking and jerking his pelvis until it calmed and left him with a fuzzy feeling in his stomach.

He laid there, unmoving; images of his member buried to the hilt in Kazuo's mouth, of himself, bent over a chair or pressed against the bed... Haru's cock twitched and he looked down at it lying thickly against his abdomen. He was still very aroused and he chuckled lightly to himself. Being an Omega was manageable usually until things got like this - him starting his heat and his lover being nowhere to be found. It was okay, though, as he knew Kazuo'd be home soon, and he had at least 24 hours before he was fully in heat.

He slid his hand down his stomach, across his chest and trailed his fingertips through the cum glistening along his body. It felt amazing and his cock began to throb, demanding yet more attention. But, instead of giving in, he closed his eyes as images of his lover played behind his lids. He lost himself in these, and after a few moments, his hand found his aching center again, and after a few heavy strokes and a loud groan of frustration, he released himself and sat Indian-style on the bed.

Pouting, horny as hell, and without anything to really do about it, he glanced around the room. The rain was falling harder now, and the cool current of air drifted into the room from outside. He found this out as he stepped from the bed, his feet meeting with the cold surface of the wooden floor. Lightning flashed and something bright caught out the corner of his eye just as a loud clang echoed throughout the house and the lamp on the bedside table flickered on. The power was back, and Haru couldn't help but feel a bit of relief. Now, he had other things to take his attention off his... demanding... erection. Television, food, a game... he glanced back towards the item that caught his eye. A camera...