Reincarnated As Young King of Meteor City(Meruem-HxH)

From the zenith of the towering skyscraper, the journey to their palace was nearly instantaneous when Haruto unleashed his full speed. As a streak of green ripped through the night, every Nen master in the vicinity could sense the surge in energy. The night's embrace was disrupted momentarily, replaced by the fervor of two souls intertwined in destiny.

When they materialized in Haruto's chamber, Canary was momentarily disoriented by the sheer speed of their travel. Her surroundings gradually came into focus: the lavish furnishings, the drapes that danced lightly with the night breeze, and Haruto, his very aura filling the room with a palpable intensity.

Without a word, he stepped closer, the distance between them evaporating as quickly as their journey had been. The tension in the air was palpable, the weight of the evening's events mixed with the raw emotion of the moment. The charged atmosphere was only heightened by their closeness.

Their eyes met, and in that gaze, a world of emotions swirled—desire, understanding, hesitation, and longing. The weight of their shared history, combined with the gravity of the present moment, pulled them inexorably closer.

He bridged the gap between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. This wasn't the gentle exploration of their earlier encounter. This was raw, filled with the pent-up emotions of the night, and the unspoken feelings that had been simmering between them for longer than either would admit.

Canary's hands found their way to his hair, tangling in the soft green strands, as Haruto's hands settled on her waist, pulling her closer. The room, filled with the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the open balcony doors, bore witness to a moment of pure, unadulterated connection.

As the intensity of their embrace grew, Canary's back pressed against the soft fabric of the luxurious chaise longue behind her. Haruto's hand traced a fiery path up her arm, sending shivers down her spine. The sound of their rapid breathing echoed in the vast chamber, punctuated only by soft murmurs and sighs.

"Haruto," Canary whispered, her voice catching in her throat, her hands exploring the contours of his back, urging him closer.

His reply was a soft growl, his fingers tangling in her hair, tilting her head back to access the sensitive skin of her neck. The sensation of his lips there, coupled with the barely restrained power she could feel emanating from him, left her breathless.

Haruto pulled back, gazing into her eyes, the depths of his feelings laid bare for her to see. "Canary," he murmured, the weight of his emotions giving his voice a husky quality, "Do you know how long I've wanted this?"

She reached up, tracing the outline of his lips with her fingers. "Show me," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire.

As the distance between their lips vanished, the world seemed to blur around them. Haruto's hands traced the curve of her spine, pulling her closer until no space remained between their bodies. They fell back onto the bed, the soft silken sheets enveloping them as their kisses grew more fervent.

With each stolen moment, they explored and discovered one another, their actions speaking louder than words ever could. The energy between them crackled, a storm of passion that threatened to consume them both.

Haruto paused, his gaze searching Canary's. "Are you sure?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty marring his usually composed demeanor.

Canary nodded, a smile touching her lips. "I've never been more certain of anything."

Their lips met again, the world outside forgotten, as they he started to undress her, kissing her neck.

Their movements were sure and steady, as they explored the terrain of each other's bodies.

The sensation of his lips on her skin was the only connection to the outside world that Canary required. She felt as though she were floating, the only anchor the weight of his body holding her in place.

The intensity between them was heightened by the mystery of the past moments, by the hunger for more. As his lips continued to explore her body, the only thing Canary wanted was to feel him inside of her.

"Haruto," Canary moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, "Please…"

He rose up so that he could look into her eyes. In that moment, as the two looked at each other, the world around them vanished, leaving only the two of them.

The fabric tatters under his hand, revealing soft, dark skin. The air stirred, the sheer curtains rustling as they moved, the fabric dancing across her body.

His lips found the curve of her neck, the unruly mane of green hair tickling her skin.

His hand trailed down to the curve of her body, the side of his warm palm settling between her breasts.

His lips found the hollow of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. She let out a quiet sigh, her body relaxing into the soft mattress behind her.

He worked his way down across her collarbone and found her peaked nipples, the tips standing out against the lace of her bra.

She arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as he found her breast, the light touch sending a shiver through her body. "Haruto," she whispered, an arch tone to her voice.

"Canary," he breathed, his voice filled with her heat and desire.

Hooking his fingers under the straps, Haruto pulled them off her shoulders, letting the fabric of her bra fall away. He peered down at the sight before him, seeing the inviting sight of her hardened nipple.

His tongue found the tip, lapping at it gently, running along the edge of the areola. She let out a breathless moan as he settled in, lavishing the tip with soft, wet strokes.

Her right hand tangled in his hair, her body writhing underneath him in pleasure. She had never been touched like this, she had been with someone who made her feel so wanted. As he continued to give her nipple his attention, his hand traced down her body, reaching for the rest of her dress.

Canary's head fell back, her eyes closed as she surrendered to the sensation of his lips on her skin.