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(Aw ❤️) Julius’s heart melted the moment he saw how Yukie reacted to his gift. Gods, he was just the cutest, so adorable in that unguarded, vulnerable way that always struck Julius right in the chest. The way Yukie held the bracelet close to his heart, as if afraid Julius might snatch it back, only made him look even more precious. Julius would never take it from him. “Exactly,” Julius murmured softly, leaning closer closer, “I wanted you to have something physical of me—something you can keep with you. And because I’m a little selfish too, I want something of you with me as well.” A small, warm smile tugged at his lips. “And don’t worry, it won’t break. I reinforced the threads with my magic.” He noticed the way Yukie’s shoulders tightened, the quiet tremble of emotions threatening to spill over, the kind Yukie always tried to hide. Julius saw straight through him. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms gently around the back of Yukie’s neck and pulled him into a soft embrace. “It’s alright, love,” he whispered into his hair. “It’s okay to feel deeply when you’re happy. Honestly, I can’t always put my own feelings into words when I see you like this. But… maybe ‘full’ fits. Like I’ve done something meaningful. Or ecstatic, because the person I love cherishes something I made with my own hands.” He drew back just enough to see Yukie’s face, cupping his cheeks tenderly. “I’m just so happy you’re happy. You deserve the best of everything.” Julius leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to each of Yukie’s eyelids. “Oh, baby…” His voice softened when he noticed the tears slipping down Yukie’s cheeks. He kissed each eyelid again, slow and reassuring. “Don’t cry,” he whispered, offering a warm, steady smile before pulling him into another tight embrace. At least these were happy tears. His mate was just a big, soft marshmallow—no matter what form he took. Yes, Yukie could be a terrifying demon to the rest of the world, powerful enough to lay waste to anything in his path. But never with Julius. Around Julius, he tried so hard to act perfect, to never show the cracks he thought might repel him. But Julius always saw right through the act. He held Yukie closer, skin against skin, feeling the rapid heartbeat thrum urgently against his own chest. Julius pressed his cheek to Yukie’s temple, breathing him in, grounding him. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. “Always.” ---------------------------- Haruhi’s moan, thick with pleasure and laced with a challenge, reverberated through Yumro’s chest. The mirror, now misted with Haruhi’s release, reflected a scene of raw, untamed desire. Yumro watched the crimson blush spread across his mate’s skin, the way his body trembled, a symphony of sensation. Haruhi’s fingers, still tangled in his hair moments ago. Haruhi’s breathless demand for more, was the only fuel Yumro needed. The scent of him, an intoxicating brew of sweat, high-end cologne, and pure, raw arousal, made the werewolf’s head spin. He looked down at his mate, the flush across his skin matching the deep crimson of the shredded costume. Haruhi was a masterpiece of undone lace and delicious vulnerability. He pulled Haruhi away from the mirror, turning him to face him again, the red thong now a damp, stretched suggestion against Haruhi’s skin. The torn stockings, a casualty of their earlier passion, hung in tattered ribbons around Haruhi’s thighs. “You called me wolfy,” Yumro murmured, his voice thick and low as he nudged Haruhi’s jaw up with his thumb. The pet name tasted like raw meat and honey on his tongue. “The wolf takes what is offered. And you offered me everything tonight.” He lifted Haruhi, carrying him effortlessly from the wall, his gaze sweeping over the tattered costume. “This ‘piece’ of yours,” he said, his fingers finding the remaining lace of the stockings, “it’s already begging for mercy.” He tugged, and the lace gave way with a soft rip, freeing Haruhi’s leg. “You’re going to be naked by dawn,” Yumro promised, a wicked glint in his golden eyes. He carried Haruhi back to the bed, dropping him onto the silken sheets. The red heels clattered to the floor, forgotten. He spread the dress, a crumpled crimson puddle, beside them on the bed. He leaned in, capturing Haruhi’s lips in a deep, consuming kiss. The wolf within him howled, a joyous, primal sound. This was his mate, his to cherish, his to devour. And the night was still young. He reached for the thong. Hooked a claw around the string and pullef the silk until he heard the faint, satisfying *snikt* as the material gave way, ripping over Haruhi’s hip. Just as his cock penetrated his ass agin. “Ah!” Yumro grunted, unable to hold back his own sound of pleasure as Haruhi’s internal muscles tightened in response to the tearing. The thong was gone, joining the stockings and the dress in a messy heap of red beside the bed. Haruhi was magnificent, completely exposed and throbbing in his hands. Yumro shifted, driving his hips forward, initiating a slow, punishing rhythm that made the bed frame creak. He focused entirely on the sight of Haruhi’s face, watching the pleasure sharpen his features. He felt the rapid *thwack-thwack-thwack* of Haruhi’s heart against his chest, a frantic beat that matched the intensity of their coupling. “You think you have enough stamina?” His teeth grazed Haruhi’s shoulder, a warning nip that promised more. He dipped his head, drawing in the heady scent of Haruhi’s neck. Then pinned Haruhi’s wrists above his head, forcing him to witness the intensity in Yumro’s own golden eyes. “We’ll see. I’m not letting you sleep any time soon.” Yumro watched his mate’s lips part, letting out a series of high, desperate moans, a sound that drove the demon werewolf wild with possessiveness. He accelerated his pace, the air filling with the sound of wet, rhythmic *slaps* and Haruhi’s ragged gasps. He hammered his hips deeper, finding that perfect, sensitive spot. He intended to fulfill the promise of an endless night, until they were both nothing but spent, satisfied husks. This was far from over.