The train rattled softly along the coastal tracks, the salty breeze drifting in through the window, carrying the tang of sea and distant gulls. Kaein leaned his head against the glass, eyes half-closed, but every now and then glancing at Lior, who sat across, elbows resting on knees, hands lacing and unlacing with quiet impatience. The subtle scent of gardenia and something uniquely Lunar clung to Lior, and Kaein felt it tug at his Alpha instincts even though it was tamed, controlled, familiar.
"You're quiet," Lior murmured, voice low, teasing, leaning closer. The scent of him brushed against Kaein's skin, making the Alpha pulse in ways that weren't quite about urgency—more about closeness, desire, possession. "Thinking about the resort? Or just… missing me already?"
Kaein let out a soft chuckle, brushing his fingers along Lior's hand, entwining them. "A little of both," he said, voice warm. "I keep imagining you in the sand, arguing with seagulls, and I… need to see that." He paused, lips twitching into a small smirk. "And maybe remind you that you're mine before anyone else can."
Lior's grin was slow, predatory in a playful way. "Oh, you'll remind me, won't you?" he said, leaning forward, hand brushing a strand of hair from Kaein's temple. "Every second, my Alpha." The words weren't possessive in a raw, dominating sense—they were affectionate, intoxicating, curling around Kaein like the tide brushing the shore.
The resort itself appeared just as the sun began its descent, spilling gold and rose across the waves. Whitewashed buildings clung to the cliffs, and the sound of rolling surf provided an intimate soundtrack as they stepped onto the platform, luggage in tow. Kaein's pulse quickened at the familiar brush of Lior's hand against his lower back, guiding him through the crowds, a subtle reminder of the bond that pulsed between them—permanent, unbreakable, yet tender.
Their suite overlooked the bay, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the sea in a painterly display. Kaein dropped his suitcase onto the bed and immediately gravitated toward Lior, hands curling into the nape of his neck, lips brushing against his jaw in an idle, possessive kiss. "Finally," Kaein murmured, pressing his forehead to Lior's. "No flights, no classes, no distractions. Just us."
"Just us," Lior echoed, letting the weight of his body lean against Kaein's, their pheromones mingling in the quiet space. "You smell… familiar. Comforting. You've been with me all day, and I can't… I can't get enough." He pressed his lips along the curve of Kaein's shoulder, letting his hands trace gentle arcs along Kaein's sides, playful and possessive at once.
Kaein shivered, the sensation crawling across him, warmth spreading through his chest. "I could get used to this," he whispered. "Us… anywhere, together. Even with your clinging, Lunar-self."
"Oh, you like it when I'm clingy," Lior teased, brushing a thumb along Kaein's jaw. "Even if I don't admit it, my Alpha, you know it makes you feel… safe. Owned. Loved."
They spent the rest of the evening unpacking slowly, savoring each small motion: Kaein folding shirts with Lior leaning into him from behind, arms draping possessively, lips pressing fleeting kisses to his shoulder; Lior arranging the toiletries while whispering soft comments about Kaein's hair, the curve of his neck, the way he smirked when caught off guard. Witty, their small white cat, trailed after them, hopping onto suitcases, rubbing against legs, purring. Kaein's laughter mingled with Lior's low chuckles, filling the suite with warmth that even the approaching night could not diminish.
The next morning, sunlight spilled into their room, painting their bodies with golden streaks. Lior stirred first, wrapping his arms around Kaein's waist from behind, nuzzling the back of his neck with slow, deliberate affection. "Morning, my Alpha," he murmured, voice husky but tender. "Sleep well?"
Kaein stretched against him, letting his eyes drift closed for a moment. "Better now," he said softly, turning in Lior's embrace, letting their lips meet in a languid, lingering kiss. Fingers threaded into hair, lips teasing, gentle bites here and there—every movement a dance of familiarity, dominance, desire, and love.
Breakfast was a quiet affair. Kaein's family arrived mid-morning, laughter spilling into the suite as hugs were exchanged. His mother fussed over the arrangement of their luggage, checking if the bedding was comfortable, while his younger sister nudged him, eyes twinkling. Lior stayed close, a quiet sentinel of presence and subtle dominance, letting the family see the bond, the affection, the tethered energy between the two men. Every glance, every shared smile, every brush of hands was a reminder: this was permanent, undeniable.
Kaein took them all on a tour of the resort and nearby coast. The air was crisp, carrying the smell of salt and sand, and the waves sparkled like scattered diamonds. Lior's hand never left Kaein's, and Kaein could feel the heat of his presence even through layers of clothing—a constant, grounding current. Their banter was light, teasing, seductive in undercurrents: a brush of hands too long, a lingering look, whispered words meant only for each other amidst the family chatter.
In the evening, back in their suite, the seductive undertones deepened. Kaein leaned against Lior, tracing patterns along his arms, lips brushing along the edge of his jaw. "I can't stop thinking about you," he whispered. "Even with everyone around, even here… I need you."
Lior's hands were firm yet tender, fingers pressing along Kaein's spine, pulling him close. "You are mine," he said softly, voice deep and resonant, vibrating against Kaein's ear. "Always have been. Always will be." He pressed a slow, teasing kiss along Kaein's shoulder, letting the pheromones hum between them, soft but undeniable.
They moved to the balcony, sea winds teasing at their hair. Kaein rested his head on Lior's shoulder, watching the sunset as Lior's arms wrapped securely around him. "Do you think… after this, when we get the certificate, life will be… easier?" Kaein asked quietly, a tremor of vulnerability in his tone.
Lior tilted Kaein's chin gently, forcing his gaze. "Life will always have chaos," he murmured, thumb brushing across Kaein's lips. "But together, nothing can unbalance us. You, me… Witty. Even the storms, we'll handle."
Night fell, bringing a quiet intimacy. The suite glowed with soft light; the ocean's pulse echoed faintly in the background. Lior guided Kaein to the bed, slow, deliberate touches across familiar curves, teasing, claiming, but with care and reverence. Their kisses were long, deep, seductive yet tender—mouths moving, lips brushing teeth, whispered soft names, hands roaming without haste.
Kaein arched instinctively, feeling the pull of pheromonal desire, tempered by trust, guidance, and the bond they had forged. Lior pressed himself close, teasing along Kaein's jawline, shoulders, letting subtle dominance blend with tender care. Every sigh, every groan, every shiver was a symphony of longing and reassurance.
Even with Witty curled at the foot of the bed, the small cat pawing at their entwined hands occasionally, the world felt contained, intimate, theirs alone. Their laughter mixed with soft moans, whispered affirmations, playful claims, and tender confessions, a perfect balance of sensuality and love.
By midnight, bodies tired, hearts racing, Kaein rested against Lior, fingers entwined, foreheads pressed together. "I could stay like this forever," he whispered.
"You will," Lior murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to Kaein's temple. "Forever, my Alpha. Always."
The night outside was quiet, the ocean murmuring lullabies, their apartment above the waves a sanctuary. Witty purred, curled between them, the scent of gardenia and wisteria lingering—a subtle reminder of dominance, love, and belonging. Even as they drifted into sleep, fingers entwined, lips brushing occasionally, every touch, every sigh, every shared breath was a promise: their lives, their bond, their desire were now inseparable, permanent, tender, and true.