Hiro's locking grasp around Jin's ankles loosens, and his long fingers trek upward, gliding and itching over the softness of Jin's skin. The tips of his callous fingers press and knead his beloved's unbelievably under-baked muscles.
He exhales in awe.
He starts to question how it was possible for someone built with every inch of delicateness overlooked to withstand the turmoil of this world.
Hiro traces the soft curve of Jin's slim calves and his member throbs. There was too much heat teeming through his veins.
His body felt like in hell.
His hand freezes as he reaches Jin's thigh, and his piercing midnight eyes lower at the sight of Jin's luscious lips. Another quenching thirst fills up his throat.
'I will protect you, my love.'
Jin's plump lips, which were swollen from their past rigorous activity, parted at Hiro's starving touch, and the same addictive aroma of the young fellow's supple breath tickled Hiro's nostrils, pushing his mind to hysteria.
Hiro clenches his jaw and grits his teeth behind his tightly shut-thinned lips. He tips his face down closer, and his lips linger an inch away from the chaste flavor of sinful sweetness. Promising to contain his too-violent urges from dreadfully spilling, he holds his breath, forced to regard every rapid and painful contraction of his chest.
His sweet torture. His lifeline.
He gulps.
His sweet dear love.
A ball of nervous breath escaped Jin's flared nostrils, and he unconsciously welcomed Hiro's knee-weakening fragrance. His flushed cheeks turn numb, and he is contradicted about how to help himself from making a fool in front of the man he would kneel to admire.
'Oh heavens, why does this man smell so good?'
It was inciting his head to further madness. He cannot help but bite his tongue between his straight teeth as his soul wavers at the intense penetrating eyes burning holes right through his face. The man his weak heart excessively admires was eyeing him back as if he were the sweetest candy in a store.
"What is it, Hiro?"
If there was something he learned about himself, he discovered he found joy in indulging the man's magnetic seduction. He was naturally drawn to them and was powerless enough to put himself out of danger. He is only human.
Well, ignoring a six-foot-six-inch tall and arousing man seems like the perfect resort for his downfall.
He had yet to ascertain himself as deserving enough to take on women, but he had already failed miserably. If he is this weak to Hiro's charms, what makes him better than any other woman out there?
Amidst his predicament, Jin was unprepared for the words that would paddle through his ears and pomposity, further testing him to his final defeat.
"You promise to grant me a wish, love."
Hiro mumbled to Jin's left cheek, and his busy lips peppered the young fellow with dry and supple kisses on the same spot.
His sweet coaxing precariously paired with such affectionate endearment was functioning well. "Yes, I did so," Jin answers, closing one eye to avoid the man's blessed and pointed nose from poking him to blindness.
"Yes? I believe there will be no further regrets from here, love."
Hiro's sneaky palm was recently on Jin's thigh, had now managed to slickly skim around the young fellow's clothed bum and reach for the zipper of Jin's protective shorts.
"You have my word." The oblivious young fellow replies and hums.
Jin doubts if the man would let it go even if he did decide to turn away from his oath. However, he is not regretful of the trade. It even brought him a great advantage as it seemed to be the only way to avert Hiro's attention. It worked better than he expected. Besides, he protected the man's reputation from being misperceived by the staff. Although he presumes Hiro forgot about their agreement. It turns out the man has a fair memory. He pouts.
But when does Hiro stops kissing him?
'Oh, dear.'
Jin's shoulders recoiled. He felt fingers grazing the sensitive skin of his lower waist. It tickles. It brushed a sensitive spot he did not know would fetch shivers down his spine. A place no one else had touched and felt. "Your heart's desires, isn't it?"
It is what he remembers.
The corners of Hiro's eyes curled into a pleased smile. "Yes, my love."
The threat of danger had successfully slipped out of Jin's head. He would love to understand more of his heart. Oh, someone, please rescue him. The man was eyeing him, yet once again sucking his soul dry and bringing further dampness to the center of his thighs.
Carrying himself far, at this point, he has no life to reject whatever this man may ask of him. The malicious scoundrel in his head skyrocketed upon seeing the anticipation lingering in the man's gaze.
But Jin doubts if Hiro can relay his message well.
"Then what does my dearest want?"
If there is one thing he is convinced of, it is Hiro's scarcity of experience in informal communication, which the man must work to master. Hiro is young, and his vocabulary should sound his age too. God knows how daunting it will be for them both to be arranged inside a room swarming with teenagers between their ages. He does not know what to do, and pondering the consequences if he fails to stop Hiro's temper already dreads him.
A slight frown kisses his lips. He remembers the reason for his stiffness, and it is understandable. Hiro did not have friends to use and display informality in his younger years.
"You."
Jin's heart just fluttered, "What about me?"
Hiro gave Jin's cheek a last smooch, and Jin's head tipped teasingly to the side as he noticed the redness spreading to Hiro's neck.
Hiro resembles a tomato.
A lush and ripest red tomato.
How undyingly tempting.
"I want you," Hiro said in soft plea.
"But you are already holding me, dearest."
Hiro hesitated, torn between conflicting thoughts for a brief moment.
"However, the scenario of you alone assaults my sense of virtue, Jin-ah."
'Oh, Mr. Sweet formal tomato.'
Jin cups Hiro's face, "And that means?" He waited for an explanation, but all he saw was a little black-eyed boy still struggling to find the right words. He stroked Hiro's chin with his thumb, "It is okay. We can take it easy from here."
"Me and you?" Jin whispers. The uneasiness leaves his body upon noticing the restlessness in the man's eyes is gone. From what he understood, Hiro's wish involves him. That is a good clue.
Hiro repeats Jin's words over and over, and learns from his statement, "Me to you."
Jin beams at such an eager student he has, "What are you thinking about me?"
The remaining anxiousness swirling inside Hiro's eyes vanished with every crisp of its evident shadow, and the loudness of his thoughts burned and sipped through the affection in his eyes. His lips were warm—too warm as they strayed too close to the corner of Jin's mouth.
"Morally unfitting thoughts," whispers Hiro.
'Bingo.' Is what Jin thought so, but he ran his tongue over his upper teeth. Unfortunately, it was his turn to grapple with his unsought feelings regarding the man's honesty. "T-The right word would be naughty, love."
Upon hearing the name of affection in his call, Hiro's eyes gleam in delight.
On the other hand, Jin tries to swallow the lump in his throat as he does not know if he should be pleased about successfully helping the man figure out a simpler transcript of his morally unfitting needs or if he stupidly escorted himself into jeopardy.
Hiro's fingers lingered at Jin's lower waist and toyed with the zipper of his shorts, swirling the small metal between his long fingers as the tips of his nose followed the subtle scent of Jin's sweat on his cheek, and across his ear.
His drunken eyes puncture and fixate on Jin's unguarded ear.
"Naughty things with you," Hiro murmurs before tipping his head and licking the edges of Jin's perky lobe.
Jin shuts his eyes at the feel of the man's lips rubbing, kissing, and sucking his earlobe. His breath hitches, "Ngh—L-Like what?"
Hiro stopped to look at him with cautious, clear, and beseeching eyes.
"Kiss."
His voice deep—begging.
Jin bit down on his lower lip, unsure if he concealed the wide grin that threatened to spread across his face. He pursed his lips, ready to give the man his requested kiss, yet with one swift tug of Hiro's chin down, he passed by the man's open and welcoming mouth.
Instead, he gave the tip of Hiro's nose a nice wet kiss, intentionally provoking him. When he opened his eyes, what greeted him was a questioning pair of eyes and a hanging jaw gaping at him horridly as if he had done something as dreadful as a taboo.
Jin blinks in pretentious innocence, "Why? I thought you wanted a kiss?"
Hiro's head instantly shakes violently from side to side, doubtlessly dissenting what he said.
"I need you. . . " Jin holds his breath. "I need you to be more specific, darling." The man was groaning and lamenting before him, and he was not sure how much longer he succeeded in containing his laughter.
Hiro's head turns away upsettingly, and his sulking eyes peer at him from the side. They were watering with signs of tears.
Oh dear. His teasing might have gone too far.