Chapter 137

Jin delicately ran his fingers over the curve of Hiro's cheeks. The tip of his thumbs squeezed and fondled the man's soft skin with his tears as a lubricant, which seemed to know no end. His concerned amethyst eyes searched his midnight ones.

They were drowning in melancholy, mirroring a profound sorrow. It was a somber and heart-wrenching feeling. Like how the deepest seas look when the sun is sleeping and the moon is cloaked beyond the clouds.

He knew this would happen, "I assure you. It did not hurt, my dearest. I did not even notice I had a cut until now."

Hiro shuts his eyes, his lids trembling at the word 'cut' leaving his beloved's lips. The entities screech and trudge to the ceilings in tremors as they watch their master's heart further descend into the chasm of hell.

Jin brushed Hiro's hair back, soothing him from sobbing like a child. Oh, god. He sighs. They need not be afraid anymore, "I am here with you, am I not?" He whispers. When will he stop crying?

Taking a deep breath, he pulls Hiro's face close, "Shh, hush now, Hiro." He is already here and safe in his arms. Why is he still shedding tears? Why is he still mourning? Tilting his head to the side, his thumb gently pressed against Hiro's chin, and he parted the man's thinned lips with a tug.

Please.

He averts his gaze from Hiro's lips with a gulp, his body shuddering. His throat went dry.

And suddenly, the room felt a little. . .warm.

His amethyst eyes greet his tearing sable ones. A deep emotion expands in his chest that riddles to the tips of his toes—to his very being—to the heart of his soul.

Their lips collide.

Because when he saw the quivering of the man's pupils, he knew he had to distract him.

At first, it was a simple gesture of contact until Hiro drove himself away from his last yarn of sanity. With a deep groan, Hiro desperately locks their lips once again.

His thumb brushed past Hiro's cheeks and wiped the tears from the corner of the man's eyes.

Hiro's warm tongue hungrily runs over the inside of Jin's mouth. They stop at the young fellow's bottom lip, giving it moisture before entrapping it between his lips.

Hiro's strong arms and hands wandered possessively over his body, and it did something inside him that his heart could not bring to rest and explain.

"Hiro. . ." Jin closes his eyes and arches his waist, pressing himself to him. He melts himself to his scent, feeling every bit of warmth from his muscular body as Hiro sucks and sips his wetness between his lips.

The man's long fingers slipped through the flimsy material of his patient gown, and when the warmth of his large hands cupped his bare behind. Only did he notice they did not put anything on him underneath.

He shut his eyes and did not bother to stop the sensual voice coming out from his lips. W-Who undressed him?

Hiro scooped him beneath his behind and lifted him to level their heads without breaking their kiss and was extra careful with his injury in mind.

"You knew I'm naked. . ." Jin's fixated breath stopped. The tips of Hiro's fingers had brushed against his dangling manliness. "Underneath?" His chest heaved in and out, he was out of breath.

Hiro answered him with another breath-depriving kiss and a merciless squeeze to his plump behind.

Jin tipped his head upwards. His injury completely slipped from his mind. He winced softly and felt Hiro's fast hand at the back of his head, carefully supporting him to move his head down.

Hiro grunted with a stop and moppingly shoved his face to his neck. The man's embrace was tight, and with his big hand behind his head, he could hardly move from his position, but nothing was hurting with the comfort he was having.

Jin relaxed his entire body and hugged him back. He beams. Hiro had stopped crying.

"Does it bother you?" mumbles Hiro to Jin's sensitive skin. He was back at gripping the thin yarn of his sanity and overseeing the surges of his needs.

Jin licked his lips and tasted Hiro's sweetness on his very own, "What does?" He was still out of breath. Hiro's other hand. . .

It's still gripping his butt.

"I'm afraid missing sleep has made me look. . ." Hiro pauses, his brows meeting from struggling to find the right word. "A shit."

His most baritone voice made his heart flutter, and his stomach did a summersault hearing his whining groan. He stops himself from grinning further.

"No, I believe you have also misunderstood me, Hiro."

Jin saw how Hiro's tautened shoulder and back shrunk to relaxation within his embrace and felt the man's warm and moist breath hit his neck.

Almost like a sigh of relief.

Oh my, is that what was troubling him?

He buries his fingers through his softest hair, stroking his nails on his scalp. He plants his lips on the side of his head, giving him an affectionate kiss of assurance.

"Hiro, I did not mean that you look less attractive than you already do." Why does he always think of the worst and most of all, impossible? "I am only worried about your well-being." Jin breathes. Who won't be?

This man is unbelievable.

"You are too harsh on your own body." He should learn to treasure himself more. What should he do to make Hiro understand him more easily? Oh.

He got it. "Picture me doing the same. Would it not feel pleasant, would it?"

Hiro's embrace tightened.

Looks like he understood what he was trying to say. Jin smiles once more. Good.

"I'm sorry." Hiro's voice softened, and a few seconds later, Jin felt him kissing his chin. "I am glad."

Hiro grins, and the anxious entities drift in exhaustion and relief. 'Looks like hell will not break loose today.'

A soft giggle left Jin's lips as his hand caught and blocked Hiro's naughty lips from his. "I mean, when have you been not good-looking?"

Is this man not aware of how dangerously magnetic he is from any sort of admiration in anything he wears and does? Jin shakes his head, "Although, your sleepless state is rather concerning."

It is still inconceivable to him that Hiro, out of all people, has low self-esteem.

It is depressing.

It frustrates him how this man owns a deathly charm but is so dense about it. A butterfly could be lovely all its life but is unaware of how attractive its wings are without others telling it.

How have his family and peers influenced him while growing up?

A fiery spark of determination crossed Jin's amethyst eyes, "You are handsome, Hiro." He pampered Hiro's forehead with kisses. "The most handsome boy I have ever met."

Hiro hums to his neck, pleased, his strong arms that are wrapping around his little body kept squeezing him alternately. "You still love me?"

Jin's finger travels to Hiro's left ear, and he gives it a sly pinch. Aigoo. This man is unbelievable.