They had not seen each other in over 8 years and yet here they were….. in bed….. Again. Not that the sex wasn't good. In fact it was literally the best Harp ever had. No guy or girl could even com close to making him reach the zenith of pleasure that Peter fucking Hale had brought him to every time he hopped into the smug asshole's sheets. Harper remembered spending what felt like a week glued to the older man's dick. Then he left for college and spent 5 years in hell double majoring in art education and sculpture. Upon returning to Beacon Hills he found himself with a 2 year old godson, Mieczysław, courtesy of his oldest friend Claudia, a new job as the Beacon Hills high art teacher, and on the radar of one Talia Hale. She bumped into him at Whole Foods and seemed to have made it her life's goal to burn holes into his skull with her eyes and sniff him whenever their paths would cross. Harp ignored her, but he was always aware of her presence. It took a whole month, probably probing that cryptic ass of a vet he asked about animal shelters for information on him, before she invited him into her home for dinner under the guise of 'we special people should stick together'. Upon entry into the majestic piece of architecture known as the Hale house Harper is greeted by the smirking face of one Peter Hale. Talia's behavior made a bit more sense after that revelation.
Harp groaned in pain as he stretched out on the large bed under the amused gaze of his bed partner.
"So I'm sure by now your entire family has heard us go at it." He said falling back into the plush pillows below him.
"I think we should go a few more rounds, just to make sure the kids are good and scared." Peter grinned nipping at the other man's mole dotted skin.
Harp rolled his eyes and huffed. Even though they screwed like champions he knew the other was holding back on him. It was time to nip this in the bud.
"If you went all out instead of holding back your wolfy strength you could be putting me to sleep every round." Harper sighed pulling out one of his handmade cigarettes.
Peter froze at the younger's words with his mouth slightly open in shock. He stared into Harps violet and grey heterochromatic eyes in slight fear and apprehension.
"Don't worry bright eyes your secret safe with me." Harp sighed exhaling the lavender and sage scented smoke. "Hell, I'd be a hypocrite if I did out you."
Peter gave him a curious look.
"And why would that be?" He asked cautiously.
Harper shrugged taking another drag of his cigarette.
"I'm a dryad didn't your sister tell you?"
The arrogant asshole known as Peter Hale was actually rendered speechless. Harper guessed he never learned how to identify forest nymphs.