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Lotus had been crying endlessly. Nothing soothed her, not rocking, not whispered comforts, not even Methas’s strongest attempts at patience and calm. He paced the room with her in his arms, patting her back gently, holding her close, murmuring soft words against her tiny ear. Still, her cries echoed through the chamber, sharp and restless.
Finally, exhausted, Methas settled Lotus onto the bed and sat beside her. She continued crying, her little fists clenched, her face red and damp with tears.
His own eyes burned.
A being powerful enough to compel minds, snap necks, and bring down entire monarchs stood completely helpless before this fragile life.
Methas pressed his fingers against his temple, fighting the tears threatening to spill. Moon Dal wasn’t home , called away for a late business meeting, leaving Methas alone with their distressed pup.
The air in the room carried a faint but pungent scent, something sharp and burnt beneath the warmth, a clear sign of Lotus’s agitation.
Taking a steady breath, Methas unbuttoned his shirt and carefully drew Lotus close. Almost instantly, her cries softened. Her tiny fingers curled against him as she began to feed, her breathing slowly evening out while he gently patted her back.
Soft sobs lingered, but the storm passed.
Soon, full and comforted, Lotus drifted into sleep against his chest.
Relief washed over Methas, followed closely by fear.
It had been seven months since Lotus had entered their lives, yet he still hadn’t fully adapted to the changes in his body. The vulnerability, the exhaustion, the unfamiliar instincts, sometimes it all felt overwhelming.
But for this small being in his arms, he would surrender every time.
Methas looked down at her peaceful face. Lotus’s tiny hands were gripping his shirt tightly as she breathed softly against his chest. Warmth filled his eyes — a deep, instinctive love he had never known before.
He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“I’m sorry, kiddo,” he whispered. “I’m not a very good Papa… but Papa is trying his best.”
A tear slipped down his cheek, and he brushed it away quickly.
Fatigue eventually pulled him into a light sleep beside her.
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Later that night, Moon Dal returned home.
The room told the story before anyone spoke. Rumpled sheets. Curtains still open. The air heavy with the burnt cedar scent of stress and unrest.
Moon Dal immediately understood, their pup hadn’t been feeling well.
His gaze softened when he spotted Methas lying on the bed. He looked exhausted, hair falling messily across his forehead, his expression soft and vulnerable even in sleep. Lotus lay beside him now, quietly entertaining herself, careful not to disturb her Papa.
Moon Dal gently covered Methas with the sheets before lifting Lotus into his arms.
“You little troublemaker,” he murmured fondly. “You really wore my husband out.”
He peppered Lotus’s cheeks with playful kisses until she giggled, her small hands flailing happily.
Lotus suddenly grabbed a fistful of Moon Dal’s hair, tugging mischievously, as if avenging herself for being called a troublemaker.
Moon Dal laughed. “Oh, my daughter is a fighter.”
The soft laughter and movement stirred Methas awake. He rubbed his eyes slowly, blinking until his vision cleared.
“Oh… you’re home,” he mumbled sleepily.
Moon Dal turned toward him with a smile. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m home.”
He leaned down and kissed Methas’s forehead gently, still holding Lotus ; who continued giggling in his arms.
Methas smiled faintly. “She’s very mischievous. She cries nonstop when she’s with me, and look at her now , giggling like an angel with you.”
Moon Dal kissed his cheek. “You deserve even more for taking care of her.”
“Paaa… Paaaa… Paaa…”
Both of them froze.
Their heads snapped toward Lotus.
She was staring up at Methas, her lips forming clumsy little sounds, something close to a word. Something dangerously close to Papa.
“Oh my God… Moon,” Methas breathed, eyes widening. “She’s calling me. She’s saying my name.”
He quickly reached out and took Lotus into his arms, holding her close to his chest.
“Papa’s little girl,” he whispered excitedly. “Say it again.”
The room filled with layered warmth — Moon Dal’s familiar cedar scent blending with Lotus’s soft, milky sweetness. The air felt peaceful, safe, full.
Methas gently swung her in his arms, laughing softly as emotion welled in his chest.
“That’s Papa’s girl,” he murmured proudly. “Yes… tell your Dada that you’re actually my girl.”
Lotus babbled happily in response, unaware that she had just stolen both their hearts completely.
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Methas sat on the bed, waiting for Moon Dal to return.
The moment Moon turned back after placing Lotus in the cradle, his eyes caught a breathtaking sight.
Methas had slowly tugged one side of his shirt down, revealing smooth porcelain skin. His collarbone stood sharply defined, his long neck exposed in quiet invitation.
“Well,” Methas murmured softly, eyes glinting with playful challenge, “want a bite? Let me teach you how a vampire feeds.”
Moon gulped, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the bed beside his man.
He wrapped his arms around Methas, tight with need, yet careful and reverent. Methas melted easily into his embrace, fitting against him as if he belonged there.
A soft, pleased growl escaped Moon’s throat, almost like a quiet howl of happiness. He began pressing slow, lingering kisses along Methas’s exposed shoulder, each one warm and unhurried.
He didn’t waste a single moment, trailing gentle, lazy pecks across every inch of skin he could reach,as though thanking the universe for gifting him such a beautiful partner, as though worshipping Methas with every breath and touch.
While kissing him, Moon gently cupped Methas’s face and looked into his eyes.
“You are my most precious gift, Methas.”
Methas’s eyes shone with quiet happiness. Almost playfully, like a teasing pup, he brushed his tongue lightly against Moon’s lips.
Moon inhaled sharply, instinctively licking his own lips, tasting the faint trace of his husband still lingering there.
He nuzzled his cheek against Methas’s and whispered softly near his ear,
“You’re the only reason for my happiness. Thank you for being my peace.”
Their heartbeats echoed between them, steady and loud in the quiet room.
Methas wrapped himself around Moon, his gaze lingering on the gentle rise of Moon’s throat. His legs hooked loosely around Moon’s waist while his fingers threaded into Moon’s hair, holding him close. Soft, breathless sounds slipped from their lips, carrying the warmth of shared desire.
Outside the window, the moon stood silent and glowing, a quiet witness to their closeness and devotion.
Moon and Methas kissed deeply, unhurried and reverent, exploring each other’s warmth as if sealing their bond with every breath.
Methas’s breathing grew fast and uneven, yet somehow it carried its own rhythm — a quiet language of love between them.
He was the first to break the kiss. A delicate strand lingered briefly between their lips, a fragile thread bearing witness to their closeness.
Moon groaned softly in protest as the warmth of his husband’s lips faded. Hungry and restless, he pressed a lingering kiss to Methas’s ear, then trailed downward slowly, unhurried, savoring every inch of closeness.
When his lips finally reached Methas’s neck, he paused for a heartbeat, breath warm against sensitive skin.
Then, gently, instinctively, he sank his teeth into the soft flesh.
Warmth flooded his senses — rich, metallic, intimate — grounding him completely.
“Moon… ah… my love…” Methas breathed, his voice trembling with sensation as his fingers tightened in Moon’s hair.
Moon licked the wound he just left on his husband's neck and looked at Methas face as if he's fine.
Methas nodded and took his shirt off revealing his breasts. " You always wanted to try it." He said while looking into his husband's eyes teasingly. He held his breast in his hand and with another hand he held Moon's face " let me feed you, so, you know what's the taste of your husband's milk!?"
Moon howled at the sight and opened his mouth. Methas put his heavenly breast in Moon's mouth. Moon started sucking on it like a pup. Methas held Moon by his neck , while with another hand grabbed his hair and let Moon have all the meal he wanted. Both shared the intimacy they longed for.