Well isn't this an odd conglomerate?

Romeo knew that Eden liked the side of him. The more dominant one. The one who made demands, the one who could bite him. Every time he felt his tip against the back of the vampyre's throat he couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips. How far could he be allowed to reach? He knew he was pretty blessed in his length, but he still wondered if all of him could truly fit within his lover's mouth. At least he wanted to find the limit. "When we're married .." he had to stop himself mid sentence, just to not give in, but he had spilled a little in to the vampyre's throat. He groaned, grinning as he held back from releasing himself fully, trying to take some deep breaths, but the vampyre's slurping meant he couldn't even close his eyes without knowing exactly how Eden was going on. ".. I want to feel your insides .. I want to be the one to mount you, make you feel as heavenly as you make me feel."

The fact that he didn't even stop. By the gods he had to focus to not spill even more, his mind fogging up with the raw emotions. He could feel Eden enthusiasm, feel how he was now letting him in further and it made his eyes go wild, glowing slightly as he was very into it. His throat was just as wonderful as the rest of him, but the pressure around his tip felt godlike. His member was pulsating, flexing as it was so clear that it beckoned to give in, and yet Romeo wanted to press himself to the limits. Only, as a combination of muffled choking sounds and frequent pressure around his length, he had no choice.
His jaw flexing, opening and closing as he was twitching a little once he finally gave in to his own desires. The euphoria spreading rapidly, making the lycan forget how to breathe as he emptied himself in to the vampyre, not even sure how far down his throat it would reach. It didn't matter. All he cared for right now was how his entire body felt as if it was tingling, shivers and trembles mixing as he gave a few lazy thrusts in to Eden's beautiful mouth.  

Romeo watched as the vampyre pulled away, not seemingly not letting one single droplet go to waste. He was gasping softly, panting almost as his hand reached out to cup the love of his life's face. His thumb caressing his bottom lip, taking in the features; How his hair was slightly tussled, how caring his blue green eyes looked at him for an answer. "Eden, amore mio," he muttered, a slight rasp to his voice, having a hard time trying not to drool on himself. The vampyre had used his mouth now and again, but never to this caliber. Frankly, he felt speechless, unable to truly state just how grateful he was; How much he loved him was not up for debate, but he wanted to say it. Verbalize it so that the vampyre might understand. "Bocca bellissima," he muttered, pressing his thumb in to the still tempered mouth, groaning in sweet agony, "labbra peccaminose," pulling his thumb out to caress his lips, dragging the spit around. That was before he leaned forward, falling to his knees on the floor in front of the vampyre, pressing his lips to the wetted lips, moaning softly. It seemed like he would never be satisfied. He always longed for more, but Eden was truly his soulmate, and who didn't feel the hunger to be close to that which gave his heart so much joy?

He just didn't want the vampyre to ever let go, feeling how his clothes were grasped, he knew that he didn't want to either. Moaning as his lips separated, greeting the vampyre's tongue. Tasting himself, the saltiness of his seed lingering made him whimper with joy. Eden was his and he had taken such good care of him. He wanted to return the favor, wanted to distract him from ever having to leave. After a longing dance between their tongues he pulled away, a string of their mixed saliva still connecting them somewhat. "Let me feel your skin against mine," he pleaded. They didn't have time for much, but the vampyre could surely grant him that. The intimacy of their chests touching, how clearly every emotion was rushing through the lycan's body. Moving his lips down, he licked along his neck, even taking the opportunity to nip at his skin. His heart was beating fast, his skin burning hot as his fingers started to unbutton the other's shit. His own was still open.

Would there ever be a time where they wouldnt behave as if they were just meeting after being separated for what by the looks of it could’ve been forever? Eden hoped not. Because it felt so intense, it felt good. To be longed for like oxygen, by none else than the love of his life? When the kiss was broken, he felt the need to lean in once more, his hands tensing around the lycan’s clothes.
“I’m glad you’re not asking me to stay in that tone.” He spoke, a little hoarse and rasp, and yet his words were soft. He stretched his neck for the lycan’s lips, opening the buttoned up shirt he was wearing, every button he matched with the lycan’s pounding heartbeat. “I’ll reschedule my flight. I want you to come over when I’m done. We’ll be gone for the weekend.” He spoke low to spare the lycan from hearing just how ravaged his voice was.

Romeo felt the anticipation in his body, hearing Eden speak so soft tones, the lingering rasp to his voice from taking him so deep. Of course the lycan wasn't stupid. He was aware of how far down he had been allowed to go, and yet hearing him speak through those rough vocals it just made him long for him once more. Was he just a horny teenager? No, he didn't think so. What they had was more than just lust and hormones. He felt it deep down whenever their skin was touching. It was a feeling he knew few would ever get to experience, but for a lycan it was very primal. Eden was his mate. He was the one he would dedicate his life to, and perhaps that was why he was so needy all the time.
He watched as the shirt was being opened too slow for his liking. He wanted to reach out, rip it open and just feel him already! Ah, yes, patience was not on his side, but he felt the urgent need to be close to him. The next words, spoken as demands, made small shivers run down his back. Nodding eagerly, he kissed down the vampyre's chest as more and more of the shirt was opened. "On one condition," he smiled, a little deviously perhaps, gritting his teeth as he saw the last button be opened, moving his hands to touch the bare skin, hissing softly under his breath as he felt the vampyre up. His eyes moved back to greet the blue green ones, "on our way back .. I want us to join the mile-high club," smirking rather satisfied, but he was being very serious.

He would definitely be late, but since Romeo was touching and kissing him like he was now, he did not mind at all. Eden was sure that he could meet whatever condition that Romeo had for his demand, as long as the lycan would meet him whereever he was going. His eyes moved down to look at the warm hands touching his cold skin. He did love the sight and feeling. “Mile-high club?” He repeated. That wasnt a term he was quite familiar with, if at all. But by the look on Romeo, he did want to know what it was.

He couldn't help himself. He wanted to be with Eden wherever he went, but perhaps crossing something off of his list of places he wanted to quote on quote do it with the vampyre could sweeten the deal of him having to be gone for a week. The vampyre looked confused and he chuckled a bit, kissing him around his nipple, breathing in his scent, not wanting to let go of him just yet. "I want you to fuck me while we're up in the air," he whispered teasingly against his skin, biting down over his now stiff nipple.

He lifted a hand to hold the lycan’s head as he was kissing him over. He folded his lips, his breath a little hasty as he looked at him. Romeo’s whisper made him groan and open his mouth lightly to breathe through while he was already imagining it. “I wish I didnt have to go.” He whispered, grabbing Romeo firmly by the hair. “Fuck…” he hissed, knowing he had to. How else would he ever find out if his mind’s scenario would be outdone by reality? He needed to calm down.

"I know .. But you have to," he sighed, as he let go of his nipple, licking it gently. He pulled away, looking at the vampyre's face, "I'll come see you and we'll spend the weekend catching up," he promised, leaning in to kiss him gently. They had to get off of one another or they might never separate. "Go work .. Your future husband will be there to help you unwind once the week is over and done with," he muttered, kissing him once more for good measure.
Getting off of him a little reluctantly, he closed up his pants, biting his lower lip as he swore he just needed a bit of time before he was ready for another go. However Eden had to leave as to not be late for his flight. "Text me when you land," he said, helping the vampyre up if he needed it.

He was right, he had to. As tempting as it was to just stay here and indulge more in his warmth and smell. The promise he hummed at, looking at the lycan with hungry eyes. He greeted his lips, but it only left him longing for more.
“Stop..” he muttered softly, folding his lips for a moment in anticipation of his own thoughts. The lycan had really built up his hopes now. “.. I wont be able to focus on work this week if you keep reminding me about the end of it.” He chuckled but also meant it seriously.
“I will.” He agreed, taking the lycan’s hand and getting up on his feet. He closed his shirt and took in a few deep breaths and changed the track on his thoughts. “I love you.” He said. Just as he had said when they began, he wanted to remind him now that they were finished.

"I love you too," he said, watching as the vampyre covered up. However he wouldn't let him leave with his hair such a mess, doing his best to put it back in to place. While also taking the liberty to steal a brief kiss, trying not to linger too long as he had already demanded more than he should've.
When Eden left, Romeo went down to the kitchen to have what was essentially brunch at this point. He was feeling the hunger more now that the vampyre had left.

Romeo had finished up his food, the servants talking amongst themselves about the fact that Kareema had returned. He remembered the pictures. Perhaps it would be a good thing to get out of the way, but besides that it could be used to spark some imagination - if he was feeling naughty that was. Walking in to the dining room he frowned as he drew nearer the table, calling a servant to ask if they had the pictures. They always seemed to eager to clean up a mess, so perhaps they had simply stored it away from him. However the servant had not seen the pictures since delivering them to Eden earlier. He frowned further before deduction made a roll and he knew who had taken them: Kareema.
He walked up the stairs, heading towards her bedroom and arriving at it he knocked on it. Just because she entered without warning, didn't mean that he would simply just do that. He had too much respect for himself. "Kareema?" he called through the door as he felt impatient. He was not in the mood for another confrontation.

Truly, what was up her ass that made her so stiff? He grit his teeth a little, his jaw tensing as she seemed so smug about it all. He knew she hated what him and Eden had, so why was she still here under this house as if she had any right? However as she said she had burnt the pictures he stepped in to her room, "why would you do that?" he asked, trying to be calm but he was clearly upset. Eden had left now, he couldn't just call for backup and even so he was on his way to the airport. "It wasn't yours to burn," he stated, folding his arms in front of his chest, trying his best not to raise his voice.

Romeo shook his head. Women! Why were they always in his way? He had to scoff, "you doing me favors sounds very unlikely," he said, though there was still hurt in his eyes. He felt betrayed by her, but this wouldn't be the first time. "How would you feel if I started going around burning pictures of you and your loved ones?" was this her way of getting back at him? Her stoic face didn't show, but he could only imagine how satisfied she had felt watching those pictures burn. "Me and Eden had been discussing going public .. My family wanted to use those pictures for blackmail, but if we put them out before them, they wouldn't have that dirt on us." By the gods she was a stupid woman!

She blinked and pulled a confused expression as he called it unlikely. Why would he say that? Just because she didnt approve of him and Eden? The question felt almost absurd. "It's not the same thing. I dont have to hide who I'm with because I know it's wrong." she argued. The pictures didnt look like something you'd want to savor. He explained the use of the pictures but she had to chuckle, simply because of how insane it sounded that they were even planning that! "Going public? Are you looking to ruin everything?" she asked, because that could not end well at all. What was driving this insanity? Could the lycan not see how it would do them no good?

Wrong. There she went again, using words to define something that she had no right to define. He felt the anger bubble up in him, shaking his head no. He was not going to let her narrowmindedness get the better of him. He was angry, yes, but he was not going to lash out just because she was jealous. And he knew she was. He could see how she viewed him and Eden, how she despised what they had because she didn't have that. Was it perhaps because she had a crush on Eden? Was that why she kept staying here instead of going home to her own place?
However his control could only keep him back for so long. Her outburst made him take a step closer, though he kept his hands in fists down along his side as he stared her down. "I still don't see how that is for you to judge," he said, though he was now more audibly angry as well as visually. If looks could kill she would've died right this second. "The world is never going to understand us anyways; You are a clear image of that," he said, pointing his finger at her, his arm shaking with anger. He was still hurt by knowing that even under this roof he wasn't accepted. "But you don't give a shit about me, no, you worry about the Parish name, about what implications it will have on Josette." She was so stuck in her way that he could hardly tolerate looking at her.