Gently moving his hips again, he shut his eyes, and a deep moan left his open mouth at the feel of Hiro's warm hardness perfectly shaping itself through the hollow space in between his two twitching bottoms. When his eyes fluttered open, damp raven eyes stared through the core soul of his heart, and he was confused as to what was hysterically spinning him to dipsomania.
Hiro. . .
Jin's lips quivered to utter another moan as gentle hands gripped his waist with deep tightness, eyes speaking colors of red.
Was it his deep need to be within an arm's length of this man? The intoxicating scent he smelled emitting from his body? He pants as his body continues to twist and turn, and soon, he finds himself short of breath.
"Hiro-ah, w-wait. . ." He cannot breathe.
"Hm?" Hiro hums to him response. His soft panting breaths are too warm against his lips.
"Jin-ah?" Their lips brush, and they share each other's tepid breaths.
Jin shuddered. He, too, could not bear to tear his gaze away from him, "My stomach. . .my stomach feels w-weird, Hiro-ah." Has the few shuddered gasps he released that were making his lungs twist to uneasiness? "I'm s-scared."
He does not know what to do.
What his body is feeling. It still feels new.
Not to mention. . .It is much more intense than last time.
Lips touched and pecked his upper lip.
"Shh—It's alright, I'm sorry."
Never had he felt more compliant of being exposed, to risk his vulnerability—disheveled state, with nothing more to see but the bandaged injury on his head, the thinness of his wrist unprotecting him from gradually losing strength, the heat on his gruesome dying paleness, or maybe his ridiculed height and stamina.
"I would not let anything hurt you anymore."
Hiro's lips travel to kiss the tears in his eyes. His voice is kind, and his squeezing touch around him is tender and careful.
Jin's gaze lowers to a squint, and he hums softly in slow understanding as his warm tears run dry. "Promise?"
His lips puckered, and his shoulders eased and slackened from tension. He did not know how long it was, but they stayed there forehead to forehead before Hiro whispered to caress his frightened heart.
"From heaven northbound to the fires of the south," mutters Hiro, breathy and quiet.
Their noses clink and touch. Jin looked up to meet his eyes without moving his head, and his anxiety was momentarily forgotten.
Hiro's stared back at him in bottomless gravity.
His eyes softened. Was the room always this warm? The burning sensation biting his cheeks had started to feel numb.
"Thy conqueror pledges."
His chest fluttered when Hiro traced him with the tip of his nose until he felt lips touching his forehead, shushing its invoice from within.
"Until the sun in my voyage burns no more, so will I confound the light of my throne."
Hiro's lips move down to the space between his brows, his whispering words soothing him.
"To end with no defeat. . ."
Straight to the tips of his nose and down to his lips.
"And bound this heart to thy glory and honor."
A chill ran through his back, and he felt a mixture of cold breeze and a humid caress of many fingers from his shoulder blades all the way down to the toes of his foot. Shaken, he moved his head to look back.
But sees no one.
"No submission."
His puzzled eyes moved back to the front to find Hiro's lids tightly shut close while guiding his pale hand to where his beating chest lay. It was beating rapidly like his, and he stared back at him, confounded at his words. He felt something clasping around his chest, and the temperature of his body continued to rise.
Hiro opens his eyes. "Until death in thy hands and thy mercy of this conqueror's sun."
Word after word, he stared at him without a blink and ended his statement with a supple kiss to the back of his hand.
While he could only freeze in his place, overwhelmed as he broke the silence that stretched between them, "How do I respond to that, Hiro?" He whispers.
"Choose."
Jin's brows furrow upwards, "Choose?" His amethyst eyes softened as his shivering hands cupped Hiro's face and brushed the man's quiet tears dry.
"Take me." Hiro inhales into his hand. Take my oath, "Choose me, Jin-ah." Accept me.
Jin softly smiles. This man is always so sweet and earnest with his words. Sometimes, he could say the most unexpected words to ask for assurance. Didn't he already tell him that in the murky cave after all the passion they have shared? He groans. But, oh, he is too sweet. No, he is absolutely adorable. He groans again in defeat. He wants to tease him more, but he cannot do that right now. He cannot risk more tears, "I did, I do, and will always do, dearest."
Even if Hiro might come to ask him every day, his answer won't change.
The subtle breeze from behind touched the strands by his ears, but oddly enough, his hair brushed and fell behind his ear instead. A quiet shudder left his lips. The coldness over his shoulders and back dispersed along with the weight chained unknowingly around his heart was gone as if it weren't there, as if the strangeness was to his imagination.
"I'm glad." Hiro embraced him, "I can't bear to live when you are not near me," he muttered to his skin.
He did not know what happened. He was at a loss for words his emotions could not name. The sight of the needle piercing through the back of his left hand did not seem so hideous and horrid. It, rather, gave him a sense of pride of authority. He puckered his lips and made two kissing sounds. Hiro instantly peeks up at him, his eyes slightly wide, before placing his embarrassed face close to his. Cheeks in feverish red, drunken eyes squinted down to his pursed lips, and lips trembling in anticipation.
Smiling, Jin leans and gives Hiro's lips a soft peck, "I didn't know you could sound so poetic."
Hiro's eyes secretly brightened with an unknowing smile, "How could I not when you have been the poem of my affection?"
Jin could not help the laugh to escape from his stomach. His laughter radiated through the spacious area, too massive, but could not shackle the giddy atmosphere hurling around his chest. His heart felt light, and he had never reached this peak of happiness until he met a man so earnest and honest. "It's maddening, but I am not complaining. You do not sound cheesy despite sounding like how my English history book would."
"Cheesy" There was a long pause. Dairy? Milk? Hiro's brows furrow.
Jin gulped, bit his lip, and tilted his head, stopping his smile from growing when Hiro looked at him and did not seem to get his joke. Jin sighs.
"If it makes you that happy. Then I will embrace cheesy." There is a person Jin-ah must not meet. "But you can't cross paths with him." He hid his mopping face on the shoulder of his beloved. His Jin-ah cannot laugh like that in front of that retired man who has yet to rest two meters below the dirt. Not them. Not anyone. Ever.
His brows scrunched thinking about it, the thinned frown on his lips pressed against the slightly warmed skin of his beloved. He moved his pelvis in frustration.
"Mn."
Jin hums at the familiar sensation deep in his lower stomach while continuously hearing the lewd sounds of their wet skin rubbing together.
The sounds are embarrassing.
"W-Who?—nghh."
He felt something lacking.
A hand slid over his back and held him by the neck. Warm lips pressed to his mouth, silencing him as another arm encircled around his waist, lifting him from the edge of the wooden desk in a swift breath.
He gasps when the building sensation deep within his stomach disperses. No. . .
W-Why?
"I know, darling." Hiro briefly whispered to his lips when their head leveled each other and started walking away from the table, carrying him in his arms and his IV pole with his leg.
The amber shadows of Hiro's beautiful dark eyes pierce through his questioning lilac eyes.
And yet they were more pleading than his.
Moaning impatiently, Jin kisses him again, his timid grin stretching wide. He swung and wrapped his legs around the sides of the man's stomach, and at the moment, he did not care wherever Hiro would take him.
"I don't want you to ignore your injury."
Without breaking their kiss, Hiro turns, sliding his IV pole to the side, and leans back to sit. As soon as the soft material touched Jin's knees, Jin thrust forward, inching closer to the man's body, slid his tongue inside his mouth, and groaned at the hint of sweetness and flavor.
"Darling." Hiro sucked Jin's mouth, smelling the thinness of both their breaking patience.
His tongue thrusts deep as warmth flutters in his sinful yet happy heart. He reached for the collar of his own shirt and ripped it in half, his hands itching, the tips of his fingers burning in a surge he never felt before. He brushed his torn shirt off the breadth of his shoulders. His arms pulled his dearly beloved closer by the waist, and his chest squeezed tightly at the soft and plump texture of Jin's smallness pressing and sitting on him.
His. Not anyone. Not another man with black hair and black eyes, but him.
His and his alone.
The quivering young fellow studied the moisture of Hiro's sweat lubricating his bare, naked, and wide shirtless chiseled body. He was beautiful. Hiro was so beautiful. Instead of fear, he was at the mercy of the adequate shape of the man's chest, where all his buttons must have suffered to keep them contained. His wavering gaze stopped at the deep V line of Hiro's hips and gained no further access to his asset to flaunt from below.
He was sitting above it.
Throbbing. Wet. Burning hot.
This. . .This is what women are drawn into.
He gulped, recalling the huge vein he saw sculpted on Hiro's lower abdomen. Its traces were long—beautiful against his shape, outlining down to something he could never bring himself to imagine what it may look like out of fear. The world may not know the real thief of Zeus' lightning bolt.
Hiro's body alone is a walking canvas.
Jin could not do anything but melt as he squeezed himself to him. His tongue had been sensually nibbed, pulled, and sucked while mirroring the pace of the hard slickness that spared no distance to his twitching entrance from beneath and his aching beads.
Consumed by the weakening heat of his body, he sinfully slid his knees to the sides, lowering and putting more pressure and weight on the contact of their bodies—against the hard rod between his opened legs. He still felt them pounding twice underneath his pair of trembling beads that had been squished to numbness.
"Hnghh." He gasps and opens his eyes, grinding. His groin and skin can feel the texture of his veins. His vision blurred through his warmed tears. It f-feels too good.
"Hiro-ah."
He blinks, his tearstained once again glistening over his cheeks and drips to his chest. A drop hit the sides of his nipple, and he whimpers, weakly pulling the loose neckline of his patient's gown to exposure. "I-It feels itchy h-here." He sobs. Every time his nipples hit the material of what he was wearing, felt strange with a light feeling of pain.
His pale fingers quivered at the growth painfully ripping his ass apart.