Chapter 147

Jin flutters his eyes open. His vision starts to clear up. He observes the quiet man before him who is breathing heavily, and finds his overly red-stained cheeks standing out in the bright light. He had memorized how the flush blends with his undertones, and it has always been one of the most adorable things to like about him.

The pungent color had smeared over Hiro's cheeks down to the square of his jaws as if he was running a fever or who among Haru's friends had brutally scratched him in the face, unlike the shade of conflicted darkness in his eyes, which were threatening beneath the soft furrow on his brows.

With a bit of distance between them, he took the littlest chance he had to catch his breath. His amethyst eyes lose focus and turn to look at Hiro's parted lips. They were glistening—wet with the mixture of their saliva, the evidence of only one of their few episodes. He blinks his eyes a few times, his tears pausing between his long lashes.

He inhales deeply.

Hiro's lengthy fingers slip up to cup his small bare chest and give his bosoms a squeeze. His nipples perked outwards in response to the sudden pressure.

Hiro leans in, his shaking pupils fixated on the tautness of his peachy nipples. "Here?" He whispers, his lower lids squinting in half above his ruddy red cheeks—his face inching and growing closer.

His hushed breaths hit against Jin's skin, and the young fellow arches his back, his inner belly clenched and itched over the forbidding sensation.

Hiro's breath was hot and moist.

Ardent enough to make his body shudder in submission.

He held out a quiet whimper, his toes curling inwards. "Y-Yes." He choked through his words. His mouth falls wide, the emotions in his chest disturbing his consciousness to notice he was holding back his breath in anticipation this entire time.

The hard tips of his perking nipples started pulsing, and the paleness surrounding the base of his buds had turned to the same reddish hue on Hiro's face—swelling from pressure and sensitivity. He clenches his toes and notices thicker moisture leaking from the throbbing monstrosity behind his waist, distinct from the slimy consistency on his inner thighs. He bites his lower lip to stop it from trembling. He then shuts his eyes out of embarrassment and frees the moans he had been restraining.

A warm tip of tongue poked the slightly creased foreskin of the tip of his left nipple, gently pushing it upwards before it flattened and pressed him down, earning an earthy gasp from him.

"They are twitching," Hiro mumbles and presses his pointed nose to the softness of his skin, huffing in his scent. The numbing redness on half of his face spread to his nape as the haze of hunger clouded his grinning eyes, "I think they love me too." His words slur as his thorough tongue moves and sucks.

Jin grasped to Hiro's unmovable shoulders. He shuddered again, his eyes hollering to roll back as he breathed for further strength, "D-Darling. . ." Wait.

The endearment barely even left his voiceless call.

Hiro's chin drew back from pushing underneath his chest, his wide tongue rubbed over his bead to a stop, and his canine teeth loosened around the base of his nipple. His midnight pupils turned attentively up to him as his mouth leaves from clamming over his chest with a loud popping sound.

"Mhnn!" Jin flinches, his shoulders stopping momentarily from shaking. He looks down at him. His breath tethers when he spots a bite mark circling around the base of his beaten bud, drenched in something, not from his own. Disbelief floods his expression.

This. . .This naughty man!

His shivering hand reaches the side of Hiro's face to give him a good pinch, reasonable enough for what he did. Yet Hiro tilts his head to lean to the cold touch of his fingertips, his eyes shutting half-close in a dainty and alluring curve—smiling timidly at his work and then up at him.

His lower lip trembles between his teeth, and so did his weak heart falters. His resolve and motive continue to melt in defeat, his willpower losing a war that had yet to start.

His careful fingers extended to wipe the corner of Hiro's lips instead, brushing the wetness clean and sighed at his messiness.

"You are drooling," Jin whispers to him and finds the playful midnight eyes sizing up his chest and stops a glance to the other side—to his unscratched right nipple. His shoulders quivered at the skin-crawling sensation he could remember. . .so well.

Hiro turned his head and kissed his finger on the corner of his mouth, "It loves me as much." He mutters in begging tones to his small kisses.

"You d-don't know that." Why is he saying something so embarrassing?

Glistening eyes of innocent mischief looked up to him.

"I can love that one more, Jin-ah."

Jin puckers his lips to a pout and attempts to pull his finger away. Hiro bit his knuckles, locking his lips around him. He gasped. The softness of his tongue rubbed the front of his thumb and sucked his entire finger inside his mouth.

"I'm starting to sweat, Hiro." Jin shifted against him and was aware of the stickiness of his lower body.

Hiro catches his wrist with a smile stretching on the corners of his lips while pulling him closer. His mouth stuffed around his untouched nipple and spared it no mercy.

"Please?"

"Ahh." H-How could he say that when he is already sucking him.

His shoulders were numb. It felt like an hour had already passed. He could no longer feel the muscles on his thighs and behind. He cannot determine which heartbeat is his with the ringing volume in his ears, but he is held. He was pleasured. His petite form was adored. . .

And that was all that mattered to vanquish his unresolved insecurity.

Hiro gives Jin's nipple a last peck. His small bead bounced and slid past the surface of smiling lips. Hiro's sultry kisses traverse up to his beloved's right cheek, "My darling. My Jin-ah." His voice wavering in too much affection.

He tossed his thorn shirt to the side and held Jin's pale hands in persistent tenderness, guiding and putting them around his neck. His other hand lowers to the young fellow's inner thigh, pressing and tracing his tensed muscles before swinging an arm under his right knee, lifting and spreading his beloved with one leg.

"You are begging my love elsewhere too."

Jin hiccups. His heart completely stopped.

"It hurts my heart that you did not tell me," Lips nibbled and played his earlobe. "Then what will be the worth of my existence, my love?"

He lifts his shaken eyes and meets Hiro's deep gaze. His heart was at his throat, wanting to say 'no'. That was not what he intentionally wanted to convey, but his words could not leave but be punctured inside him as he gasped.

"Just who am I?" Hiro thrust his dripping erection gently against him, the full greed in his eyes declared as he moved again at a consistent pace, "If I refuse such request of my dearly beloved."

"Ahhh." Jin's brows crimp upwards as his nails dig into Hiro's shoulder, his skin stretched, his weak points exposed. His round behind was perfectly parted to cram and slide against half of Hiro's throbbing dick. His jaw sags as he pants a cry. H-Hiro's dick. Ngh! It is big—huge—too huge that it put him through earlier anxiety, but still. Something felt missing.

The increasing sensation on his lower stomach did not pacify the itchiness he was feeling somewhere deep inside him.

His swollen nipples rub against Hiro's hard chest, and he quivers. The luscious moist of his tongue peered above the swollen tissue of his lips as starving eyes continued to bore holes through his face.

"Jin-ah. . ."

Hiro's swiftness picked up, and he tried his best not to lift his head to ignore his injury. W-Warm. . .Too warm. He slumps and slides his fingers to the softness of the man's hair. His throat runs dry. He could not feel his waist and legs but the eccentric sensation of either their wetness lubricating the sinful deed of their love. A relieving pleasure flooded his consciousness as strong arms steadied him in a tight grip, hips slapping against his tautened muscles as quickly as the startled tears in his eyes.

"Jin-ah." Hiro bemoaned, his half-squinted eyes leaning closer to rest his forehead against his. "Darling. . .the couch is wet."

"Ahhh—. . .nghh." Panting, the stirring pulse in his stomach swam up to the back of his throat as his hips hardened to numbness. The building pressure in his pelvis this time came too soon, intense—dragging his sight to seven grades lower of blurriness. Fingers pinch the last clothing he is wearing from the front, sliding it up and freeing his erection. His hardness bounced to a slap against the muscles of Hiro's abdomen, and his gasps turned to a quiet whimper. Warm lips captured his right aching bud.

Surprised, his eyes widen.

Hiro flicks his nipple with the center of his tongue. A wet fluid oozes out of him, lubricating the head of his pulsing groin. Fingers wiped his fresh discharge, and his face came crashing and moaning against Hiro's. He was clenching and throbbing everywhere. His consciousness only returned to him when he felt something rubbing and tracing the creased surface on the entrance of his hole together with the shivering palm pushing his sumptuous behind upwards.

"Here too." Hiro pants and pleads in his kisses, "I want to love you here too." And push his finger inside his twitching entrance.

His pale hands clench in the man's arms as he shudders. W-Wait. W-What—His eyes widened as he slowly felt the length of his finger inserting inside his body—inside him—inside. . .close—too close to the itchy sensation inside his hips. He pressed his trembling lips to Hiro's shoulder and shut his eyes. His inner thighs convulsed from impaired strength as his eyes rolled back to his head. He felt the world stop in a blur, the paintings on the wall disappearing in a misty fog, and time intercepted as he surpassed the height of his first-ever release without stimulating his front.

He came.

H-How? He could not stop trembling. It. . .It felt good.

Hiro embraced Jin's limp body. His nervous breath hits the side of his beloved's head before he, too, shoves to hide his red face to the side of Jin's neck.

"You are accepting me so well, Jin-ah."

Jin flinched when something dabbed against his sensitive wetness. It was the muscles of Hiro's abdomen. He was panting—Hiro was panting. "Mhm!" He pressed his lips more to Hiro's shoulder. He shuddered twice, his lips hurting against his teeth, and his muscles clenched around the finger inside him at the sudden movement he made.

"You're tight."

Hiro's other arm slowly lowered his leg and he was distracted by the ostracizing ache of his surprised muscles. His hips push down, shoving the man's finger deeper into his tight walls, accidentally pressing and poking through into a soft thin spot with his fingertip—provoking the itchy sensation inside him and he instantly cums again in a cry.

"Ah!" His throat hurts from crying. "D-Don't m-move. T-That. . . i-it feels strange." His fingers clenched around Hiro's hair tightly, guilty that it might hurt, but his tears persisted. "H-Hiro-ah. It feels weird. I f-feel strange."

"But Jin-ah."

Hiro groans hard through his strongly furrowed brows and licks across the curve of his jaw. His hand reaches to cup his other neglected pair of butt, squeezing it aggressively where neither of them cared it would leave a mark. "Darling, you are the one moving your hips."

The tears falling from Jin's squinted eyes drop to Hiro's flushed cheeks, and his trembling lips lean to give him an apologetic kiss. "I. . .nghhh— I a-am."

But his waist would not stop. Nghh. S-So good. "I—I'm sorr—AHHH!"