"Good boy."
After Jin stiffly meets Hiro's timid and wavering gaze, his head slurs into a blur of numbness. The only thing he is conscious of is the hotness fanning between his thighs and the rushing melodies of his adrenalin.
Realization crashed into his body like lightning. The stinging fervor burned him through his flesh where Hiro's hands fondled earnestly. The crisis where he is alone with a man no more or less than a young adult with raging hormones, and firing such innocent yet flirtatious words seems like he wishes to be pinned down, bloody and breathless, that would surely turn him into a worrying state.
Oh, the danger.
He could do nothing but only wait for its dripping sweetness to subside.
Pushing his internal struggle to the side, he focused on the matter at hand. Jin caught Hiro quietly breathing in and out.
Hiro was silently whispering and counting numbers with his hot breath rampaging through his shivering parted lips. Unknowingly, the bags under Jin's eyes curve into an amused smile.
He grins from continuously studying Hiro's tightly shut lids. It was adorable.
What makes it more amusing is that the man's face was impassive, yet the redness of his cheeks had spread to his ears and all the way down to his jaw as if someone had scratched him too hard on the face.
To stop a giggle from coming out of his lips, Jin cannot help but chew on his bottom lip, "Oh? What was that?" He teases. The innocent tone of his voice mildews through the thick and intoxicating ambiance vivaciously around them.
He confesses he is impressed with Hiro's self-control, but seeing him so forsakenly wrapped around his influence. It was why the rebellious vixen desired to skate its way into his consciousness.
A strong sense of anticipation mixed with excitement bites the tip of Jin's toes as he bends over to the man's flushed ears. He smells the scent of musk and leather from him. Hiro smells good.
"Something just touched me, dearest." He whispers, not wanting to take a break from teasing him just yet.
Hiro's brows crumpled at his statement, and Jin held his laughter within his stomach when the man wordlessly submerged his flushed face to his chest. But what Jin did not know was if Hiro was further hiding his shyness from him. . .or something else.
So this is what it feels like. . .
To obtain such an unexpectedly dangerous advantage over him, he did not know sinning could be this sweet—addicting. They said seduction could drown someone defenselessly and retain them like puppets.
He gulps. He always wonders if it is true or a hoax.
He dare not try and find out further. He is aware of the risk—the risk of being pinned down and not sparing any of his buds or behind a peaceful morning. Having to taste full control as he did right now was never on his resume.
He purses his lips, but teasing the man feels as wonderful as revenge.
Feeling giddy of savoring a bit of dominance over such a big man, he felt no harm could go his way as he made it this far. So he became a menace himself and welcomed the scorching threat with a sweet grin on his lips.
He sets his hands on Hiro's shoulders, stopping the man from attempting to lift him further off the table.
Does he think he could escape from his crime?
Oh, Hiro.
Feeling worse than being chained to no escape or having his body massacred to death, Kai Hiroshima abodes the hint from his beloved's signal too well. His arms instinctively froze around his little sprout's hips. They bounce against his wrist at every knead of his palms to Jin's handful behind, further provoking his senses to run rampant.
He groans in defeat, giving up on his attempt for salvation. He blew a deep puff of scalding breath and dug the tips of his long fingers into Jin's bounty flesh. He clenches his jaw hard. The gut-wrenching pain in his pelvis grew worse and caused torment to his two awfully frustrated orbs hiding in his grey sweatpants.
His rationale continues to leave the room together with his dripping patience.
Damn it.
Jin's cheeks flush in lush pink. His petite body was trembling while being oblivious to the damage he enfolded.
Jin innocently ponders inside his head if he has dug his own grave. The man looks pitiful in getting bullied like this, but how ironic is it that the protective shorts he is wearing under the patient's dressing were no use in protecting him even from the man's needful hands? It is too loose on him.
A long and anxious breath grazes past his slightly shaking tongue and lips. His deep lilac eyes left the man's fiery gaze and redirected his attention to his own thin fingers against Hiro's broadest shoulders.
It seems like it.
Hiro is not the only one touching.
He attempts to compose himself and flatten his hands to the man's bulging muscles. He can feel the warmness of Hiro's body seeping through his shirt. May the heavens forgive his humane mind as it once again consumed and entrapped in bewilderment.
"They are big." He internally gasps. He loves how warm Hiro feels.
Hiro's wet lips hit his forehead, and the man's rapid breathing fans down to moisten the roots of his lashes as his appreciative eyes study the firmness of Hiro's muscles beneath his dainty fingers.
"They are?" Hiro whispers back.
Jin hums in response and carefully moves his hands. His soft touch journeys down to the man's no-different-toned arms. They were even bigger, pressing tightly against his hips, and seeing them perfectly latched around him and how closely intimate their bodies have been, his entire nervous system quavered. His heart comes in sync with every pump of ringing heartbeat from the growing rod pushing further to the space between his bottom cheeks.
And his soaked flower against the man's stomach was no better than obvious.
Jin traces a few of his fingers to the sculpting veins in Hiro's enormous arms, and his breath hitches, his pupils turning dilated. They emerged in a fascinating pattern, perfectly kissing his tanned skin. He finds them too manly and beautiful.
But he loathed his mind for illustrating the possible image of Hiro's seemingly friendly rod he remembered he had touched but yet to meet.
He swallowed, feeling a lump stuck in his throat.
And that was his limit.
He was too naive, but his desires were burning immensely in his ignorant heart. Drought swept his throat, and his chest tightened. He was curious.
That alone was dangerous.
Jin discreetly thrusts his hips back, and the sensation sharply sweeps him off his sanity. Hiro's massive hardness was now kissing his throbbing hole from behind and his shoulders quivered, desperately wanting to rub the pain of his lower body away.
It looks like his teasing banter finally fired back at him.
He pressed his thumb against Hiro's skin and was surprised that his finger could bounce by half a centimeter with ease.
He glances up through his lashes, "Am I not heavy, Hiro?" He could barely even understand what he was saying. He was panting.
Hiro was not using any strength, and he had been holding him since earlier. Here he was worried that the man might have been finding it burdensome.
Hiro's compelling and darkened gaze settles a few inches away from him.
"Not at all."
They are the same penetrating eyes he grew familiar with in the cave. . .in the lake.
Jin nervously ran his tongue over the dryness of his lips from the suffocating sexual tension sitting between them, and he was forced to painfully swallow the silence that followed.
What kept his mouth shut was not because he felt offended where his usually insecure self most likely would, but because of the confusing incitement it brought him. His heart was recklessly fluttering with his saneness fleeing from his consciousness.
Desire courses through every vein in his body, pushing his rationality past a limit he did not know could be so provocatively sweet.
May their parents forgive them.
It might get more. . .and more dangerous.
Hiro's right hand released its grip on his left butt cheek and slipped out of the flimsy material of his clothes. The man's arm swings back and catches his left foot.
He gasps.
Hiro wrapped his fingers around his ankle.
What is he doing?