Hiro furtively failed to contain his enthusiasm. A beam of candid warmth unfurled to the round tips of Hiro's ears, leaving marks of burning redness on his heated skin. His lips quivered weakly at how his beloved's rounded bottoms pushed and pressed to his arm.
His large hand naturally glides to the soft skin under Jin's healthy thigh, and his chest clasps hard every time his fingers sink in between the plumpness of his delicate muscles. A shiver prickles down to the arcane of his hips.
His adoring eyes went south from the stunning hook of Jin's swan neck to the softened curve of his shoulders. His gaze caught the dainty and oval-shaped marks he left on his snow skin richly tinted in brownish red.
His eyes squinted to a supple smile.
He stuck his tongue out to cover his upper teeth in his sneering grin like a child discovering his first choice of favorite candy.
To be fortuned with voluptuous thighs amidst being frailly slender, his Jin-ah is an art befitting to abolish beauty itself.
A pair of big, round, and innocent lilac eyes look at him eye to eye.
"Hurt?"
Such kind voice. . .
Hiro swallows his thoughts, a shake slipping past his lips.
"What would, Hiro?"
Hiro nervously ran his tongue over his lips. His body had almost forgotten to breathe and after taking two deep and soul-cleansing breaths, discomfort mirrors his face when he sees the pure innocence in his beloved's eyes that are too pristine for mortality.
He was left awestruck.
"Sometimes, we get wounded more from disregarding what our heart needs," Jin whispered under his breath. His mother always tells him that the more one grips to the thread, the more it tightens.
Holding onto that pain will sell one a miserable path.
The more it bleeds, the more it kills the soul.
Jin was settled in to hear Hiro's worries, but Hiro preferred to give him silence and tried easing his concern with a sweet kiss on his forehead.
Does he not want to talk about it?
Hiro walked them to the empty master's desk and placed him above the thick polished surface of dark timber wood.
It felt cold against his bums.
Then he sees Hiro looking up to avoid his gaze. His brows sloped upwards, and worry lingers in his empathetic gaze, "Relieving stress might help."
His troubles must be agonizing.
Hiro's midnight eyes distressingly drill through the fortress of the ceiling. They were wavering under his lashes from unbearable restraint. With the building pressure in his too-tight grip, he surrenders and drops the metal pole close enough to the table. He felt vulnerable.
"It indeed needs so."
Hiro shuts his eyes, his vision continuously smeared in dimming red as he clashes himself to Jin's warm embrace, "Desperately so, love."
His pouting lips thrust through the clothing of the young fellow's shoulder, and his fingers forcefully squeeze through between Jin's bottoms and the table, venting his frustration with every delicious but pants-tightening squeeze.
He buried another whispered groan through Jin's neck. Fuck.
Jin spread his hands unto the man's huge and towering back. It is concerning when Hiro is silently clinging and taped around him again like a baby koala, "Hiro, are you crying again, dear?"
The response he received was a whining 'No' as the man nestled to press himself more between his parted legs.
One more push from him and his back would surely snap and hit the table.
Jin sighs in disbelief. His head turns to the floating shelf beside the table where he is idly sitting while hugging silent Hiro, and a large and rectangular-shaped metallic box stares directly back at him.
He blinks.
"I keep it with me." Hiro kissed Jin's ear, noticing the direction his beloved was staring at. "Roughly close," he mumbles. His words were soft, sad, and firm. "At all cost."
An erratic chill ran down Jin's crest all the way to his tortured bums, but he could not care less about Hiro's sneaky petting and rubbing to his behind.
Hiro breathes, clenching his jaw and taking half a step back to hide the growing problem of his pants. He managed to do it. "Hug me, Jin-ah. I did well." The dressing his beloved is wearing is still intact.
Despite obliviously misunderstanding the situation, Jin clad his arms around the old pouting cub. Somehow, the thought of Hiro suffering from a type of trauma evokes his speculation.
"You always do well." But it was a relief to know, at the very least, he is not bath in tears.
Letting go is as painful as holding on.
He knows that more than anyone.
He leans the side of his face on Hiro's cheek as they gaze at the vault from the distance. It must have been valuable to be wanted by the ton. It even resulted in a need to abduct a hostage for its information.
"Did you happen to offend them?"
Even he had a hard time figuring out the intentions of the strangers who threw him in that place, which resides in the middle of nowhere.
Hiro looked over at Jin and purposely frowned. "Who?"
"The people who took me away."
Hiro's face hardens, "I do not remember doing so." His lips travel to his beloved's temple. He did not kill their family. . .yet.
"Their methods are questionable." Jin cannot help but think so.
If they wanted the vault, they should have robbed this house, no? But it is not like he wished for them to, yet to kidnap someone who barely knew anything about this family is a witless move.
Why? Why him?
"I just do not know why they chose to take me."
Is it because he looks the weakest?
It does make him the easiest target.
Hiro buried his lips in Jin's hair. His eyes were piercing cold through the stifling forest beyond the glass walls, but they were burning inside the scorching shadows of his eyes. A dreadful and unfamiliar emotion swelled around his human heart.
Fear.
"And they could have achieved what they wanted, love."
Jin stilled when he felt his body getting squeezed, feeling so small but protected within the man's big and warm embrace, "Achieve what they want?"
He has to know.
His eyes, once again, met the orbs of the midnight skies, and he saw something he should not have taken lightly back then.
"My death."
He found stars of passing guilt and grimness in his eyes. Jin's heart pounded achingly. It was as if someone or something had squeezed it mercilessly. He could not believe the words coming out from a nineteen-year-old man. "W-Why would they want you dead?"
And he watches the anxiety building up in Hiro's eyes as they stare into his.
"To take what's mine."