Haru’s Love (A Stepbrothers BL Harem) - Chapter 109

Mason was finding it hard to hold back. Fuck, but Haru was simply divine to look at. Stunning. In fact, he had found it hard to hold back since he had walked into the garden around the side of the manor an hour earlier and saw Haru in that kimono with the long blond wig and wearing makeup, standing there posing and smiling that serene, beautiful smile of his. He had looked like an exotic maiden in the fairy garden in a painting, and Mason had felt his blood run hot with desire.

He had feigned tiredness, to put it bluntly, and had excused himself from the group when they were about to start with the snorkeling session. Then he had taken a taxi and came here, as planned with the aid of Isaac, standing there in the distance, watching Haru, his heart swelling with delight every time the boy laughed. He’d wait until the photo shoot was done, and then he’d pounced.

And pounce he did.

Fuck, but the kimono, that long blond hair, and the makeup. Those lips—those glistening, ruby-red lips—were driving him crazy with yearning.

“Mason?” Haru asked, his voice soft and shaky, which drew Mason’s attention. The man shifted his gaze from the boy’s lips to his eyes, which were large as they stared at him.

Fuck, but the boy was beautiful, breathtakingly so. Suddenly, he had the urge to see him naked. He wanted to touch the boy’s milky skin. Fuck, but it was hard keeping himself in check when all he wanted to do was to strip that kimono off the boy and let it lay haphazardly about his body with certain parts exposed—his arms, his chest with the rosebud of nipples fully aroused, legs, and of course, his cock, which was rock-hard and sticking out, imploring to be mercilessly ravished until loads of cum spurted out.

The sexy image only drove Mason mad with desire even more, and the man snuggled his face against Haru’s neck, kissing the boy repeatedly, hotly, with a passion. His hands eagerly slipped under Haru’s kimono, caressing the boy’s skin and working toward the nipples.

“Mason,” Haru groaned. “We’re outside.”

Mason wasn’t listening to Haru’s begging, however, not especially when he had found what he was looking for.

His finger brushed against the boy’s rosebuds, and Haru moaned, his body quivering. Mason thought the action was both erotic and cute, and he teased some more, pressing his thumb on the nipples and then rolled and pulled at them.

Haru sucked in his breath, hot sensations rushing through him. “Mason…” he groaned out softly, his hands held tight to the man. “I told you, we’re outside…”

“I know,” Mason said darkly. “Just a little more. I swear I won’t be able to make it to the end of the day if I can’t satisfy myself in kissing and touching you.”

He peeled away the top half of the kimono, exposing Haru’s milky-fair skin. Then he moved back and took his time drinking in the exotic sight. Dark eyes, ruby-red lips, cheeks flushing rosy, smooth skin, and dark-pink kimono.

Unable to contain himself, Mason leaned forward and claimed Haru’s lips once again, kissing the boy hotly, with a passion.

His lips crushed demandingly against the boy, tasting and teasing, and then he hungrily plunged his tongue into that inviting mouth. And the moment he did, their tongues intertwined and danced, stroking and caressing, mixing their heat and more. He took his time sucking at the boy’s tongue, which made Haru groan continuously, his body quivering against him.

When he finally moved back, Haru was breathless and looking so dazed, Mason was mesmerized. Shifting down, he trailed sweet little kisses along the boy’s body until his mouth was at the boy’s nipple. There, he kissed the pink bud and then stuck his tongue out and licked it.

“Mmm…” Haru groaned.

The sound of Haru crying out in pleasure only excited Mason even more, and he opened his mouth and devoured the nipple, sucking at the rose hotly, which made Haru squirm and writhe against him.

“Mason…” the boy sang out softly. “Mason…”

Mason finally let the nipple go and moved up to kiss him on the lips again, gently and slowly this time, savoring the moment, simply tasting the boy. When he was finally done and felt his craving for the boy ease a little—a very little—Haru relaxed against him, his body weak and hot. Mason wrapped his arms around the boy and then kissed his forehead.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit,” he said. “Before we go back.” When he’d have to share Haru with Aiden and Noah, which he wasn’t looking forward to.

A little later Haru finally calmed down after that ravishing and started putting his kimono back on properly. Mason helped, a smile on his lips.

“What?” Haru asked. “I don’t like that look in your eyes. I know something is up.”

“Nothing,” Mason said. “Just thinking…”

Thinking that he’d have to ask Sakura if he could keep the kimono and the wig. The tabi socks and the zori shoes, too, if possible.

“So…” Haru licked his lip. “Umm… Are we going to have a serious conversation with Aiden and Noah later?”

Mason nodded. “Mm-hmm. When we get back to New York.”

Haru nodded. “I know you said you’ve told Aiden, but what about Noah? I just know he’s going to flip. Sharing me with Aiden is hard enough for him. Now that he has to share me with you, too…”

Mason chuckled. “He’ll manage. If he can’t stand the arrangement, he’s welcome to leave. Which, by the way, is better for both me and Aiden.”

Haru raised a brow. “You’re sly, Mason.”

“I’ve always been in last place in your eyes compared to Aiden and Noah. I’m not going to let that continue any longer now that we’re in a relationship. I have to step up my game.”

The boy looked flabbergasted. “I didn’t know this was a competition.” He chuckled nervously. “Please don’t go overboard. I don’t think I’m worth that much trouble.” He shrugged. “Besides, I just want us to live a peaceful life together.”

Mason nodded. “Yeah.”

They both got up then, and Haru tumbled back down again. “My legs,” he said. “They’re numb.”

Mason bent slightly, and with his arms about the boy, he lifted him up, which surprised Haru.

“You don’t have to do that,” he stammered.

“You said your legs are numb,” Mason commented, chuckling.

Haru was quiet as Mason carried him across the exotic garden through the field of wild flowers. Eventually, they came to the winding pathway again. Walking up, they finally reached the side garden near the pond, and Haru tapped on Mason’s broad shoulder.

“Put me down. I don’t want people to see me looking like a damsel in distress.”

Mason burst out laughing. “A cute damsel in distress,” he said as he put the boy down.

With his feet on the ground, Haru fixed himself up again, elegantly inserting the long strands of the blond wig behind his ear. Mason was pleasantly surprised the boy didn’t bother to pull it off completely. After all, he did say he disliked dressing up as a girl.

“That wig looks so natural,” he said.

Haru nodded. “It’s real hair, not synthetic. And it fits just right on my head, Sakura made sure of that. I wear a wig cap under so it won’t fall off.”

Mason touched the strands, feeling them against his fingers. “You’re right. It’s real hair.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Done with making sure he looked presentable again, Haru turned on his heel and was about to walk off when Mason caught him by the wrist. When Haru gave him a questioning look, Mason returned the look with a smile as he moved his hand and interlaced his fingers with the boy’s.

Haru shifted his gaze to their hands, and when he noted their fingers interlacing intimately, his cheeks turned a shade of red.

Mason started moving, drawing Haru along with him since his grasp was firm on the boy. Of course, Mason was surprised Haru didn’t pull away, which pleased him more than he liked to admit. Holding hands was proof that they had come to an understanding and were dating, which he was determined to show to the world.

They were about to turn the corner into the front courtyard of the mansion when Haru stopped short in his tracks, his eyes large. He looked freaked out as hell, because before them were the Princeton brothers, and of course, the Davis brothers and their friends. Everyone had returned from the snorkeling session and were getting out of the cars. As usual, they were loud and jovial.

“Can’t we wait until they go into the house first?” the boy whispered desperately. “Then I can run upstairs and change.”

Mason tugged the boy closer to him and said, to his amusement, “Too late. Noah saw us.”

“Huh?” Haru poked his head around Mason and peeked. To his utter mortification, Noah was coming their way. “Quick, hide me!” he whispered demandingly.

“From your own boyfriend?” Mason asked, chuckling in amusement.

“Don’t be an ass, Mason,” Haru snapped.

“Hey, Mason!” Noah called out.

Haru shifted himself to hide behind Mason, his face buried against Mason’s broad back. Of course, Mason was still holding on to the boy’s hand firmly. He wasn’t going to let it go.

Mason asked Noah, “How was the snorkeling?”

Noah came to a stop and said, “It was fun. We had a great time. Too bad you missed out. Haru and Isaac, too. But maybe next time, eh?” It was then he noticed Mason holding a hand, his fingers interlacing with another, and he was curious. He tilted his head to the right to peek at the person who was obviously working hard on hiding themselves behind the brother. He could see long blond hair and a lovely slender frame adorned in a beautiful dark-pink kimono.

To Mason, he asked, “Who’s that?”

Mason nearly burst out laughing. Fuck, Noah didn’t recognize Haru? Seriously? Well, he had to admit that if he didn’t know, he wouldn’t have recognized the boy, either, dressed up like that.

“Why don’t you take a look?” he said.

An incensed gasp came from behind him, followed by a pinch at his lower back.

“Ouch!” He laughed.

Noah was even more intrigued as to who the beauty was hiding behind Mason. He stepped closer to inspect. The person waddled around to the opposite side, rotating Mason in the process so that Noah was once again facing Mason.

The man frowned. What the fucking hell?

He shifted to the other side, and again, the person waddled in the opposite direction, and Mason was still facing him.

At this point, Mason’s side was aching from so much laughter and he was about to double over. Noah, on the other hand, had enough of this rotating about and said, “Mason, who are you hiding behind you?”

Mason, tears of laughter in his eyes, said, “I’m not hiding anybody.”

“Noah, Mason, you both coming in or not?” Aiden’s voice came from the distance.

Noah waved. “In a second. Actually, Aiden, come here. Mason’s hiding somebody interesting behind him. She’s wearing a cute kimono.” He chuckled. “Reminds me of Haru when he wore that kimono back in Japan. Man, I wish I could see him in that again.”

Aiden strolled over and then came to stand in front of Mason, too. The man flicked his gaze to the slim body behind the brother. That height, the build, and the way the person moved reminded Aiden of Haru, and he took a closer look.

Haru, sensing Aiden to his left, shuffled to the right to avoid the man, hoping the brother would give up and head on into the house, thus leaving him alone. No such luck, however, as he moved to the other side, Noah surprised him by doing a peekaboo.

Haru gasped, his face inches from Noah, who look stunned as hell the moment the man came face-to-face with him.

“Holy fuck!” Noah swore in astonishment. “Holy fuck!” He repeated as he caught the boy by the arm and pulled him away from Mason. “Haru?”

Haru, giving up on going inconspicuous, snapped, “Of course it’s me. Who else do you think it is?”

Aiden finally got to see the boy, too, and he was, naturally, stunned beyond belief. Damn, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the boy. Haru was exotic and gorgeous.

“That was my reaction, too, when I first saw Haru in those,” Mason said, chuckling.

Noah asked, “You’re wearing a kimono for Sakura’s painting?”

The boy nodded.

Aiden said, “Is that why she made us all go snorkeling, the Princeton brothers included?”

Haru said, peeking about to see if everyone in the courtyard in the distance had gone into the house already, “Right, now that you’ve seen me like this, you have to help me get into the house without drawing anyone’s attention.”

The boy expected his three boyfriends to band up and aid him, but he was sorely mistaken.

Noah said, as he bent his knees slightly and then scooped Haru up in his arms, “Aiden, get the damn car. Mason, I assume you’ve finally confessed to Haru and Haru has accepted you, since you guys were holding hands. Now, message Sakura and apologize to her because she won’t be getting the kimono back.”

Mason shook his head. “Noah, you’re a hothead as always.”

“Noah, what the hell are you doing?” Haru demanded. “Put me down, you idiot.”

“No way in hell,” Noah said, turning on his heel. “You moping around for three days because of Mason not only drove me crazy, but deprived me of any sexy time with you, too. I’m at my limit.”

Haru turned to Aiden and begged, “Aiden, do something. This idiot is kidnapping me.”

“We’re taking you back to the cottage,” Noah said. “That’s not kidnapping.”

Aiden said, “Noah, put Haru down.”

Noah stopped short and asked, “Are you serious?”

“I’m not about to let you do anything Haru doesn’t like,” Aiden said firmly.

“Ugh!” Noah sighed in exasperation. Then he reluctantly put Haru down, who stumbled back because of the zori shoes. He collided against Aiden, and the man chuckled.

“You’re stumbling all over the place,” he said.

“It’s the shoes,” the boy mumbled.

Mason said, “Say, Haru, wouldn’t it be better if we go back to the cottage and you can get changed there? There’s a lot of people in that house. There’s no way you’d get in without anyone noticing.”

Mason’s logical explanation made Haru eyes widened, and the boy nodded. “You’re…right. Okay, we go to the cottage; I get changed quickly, and then we come back for dinner.”

Aiden, his eyes on Mason, smirked at the brother’s sly tactic.

Noah took a step forward and enthusiastically scooped Haru up in his arms again. “Good plan. Let’s go before anyone notices.”

“Oy! I can walk, you know,” Haru said.

“With you stumbling around? I don’t think so,” the man said, chuckling.