Chapter 133: Chapter 129
The moon was up in perfect twilight, noises of the wailing breeze caressing against the scrubs and hushed trees ripples through the cavern's thickened walls. A sweltering hitch of skipping breaths touched Jin's face, and his young heart jumped in confoundment, lost in the sensations it brought to his deep and untouched parts.
His chest heaves up and down, and he wonders.
Has the night always been this. . .warm?
Ample and susceptible amethyst globes were sucked into the silent and cryptic midnight eyes, so mysterious, yet so apparent.
They gazed straight back at him with a hint of dotingness and an unknown emotion so robust that was scorching in every nook and cranny of Hiro's eyes, and yet his heart chose not to wield from the man's mellow embrace around his waist that was tender and tamed.
Its regard brought him solace and relief but fanned the wild melody of his heartbeat amassed.
He always has a soft spot for gentle and delicate men, far too precious to share with this world.
And he realized it was not the typical night that brought him candid warmth and neither the breeze's change of temperature nor the misty air inside the cavern that brought redness to his plump cheeks and pale body.
Kai Hiroshima leans, his raven eyes looking up at the young fellow with thick and fine brows furrowed upwards in grave worry as he carefully lays his head on Jin's left shoulder.
"Are you really allowing me?"
Jin's heart thaws in awe as the man lightly mumbles against his clothes and his face buried away far from his sight.
His cold hands slid up to the man's firm shoulders and head and his fingers dived through his healthy hair. His shoulders rest and settle from turning tensed, at peace.
He tilts his head and sniffs the manly scent of Hiro's shampoo. Jin held him as if he were the most fragile being in the world. "Do you want to?"
How can someone be powerfully built, stiff, and mean-looking, yet so thoughtful, ambivalent, and kind?
But he is ashamed of himself. He knows fairly well there is nothing he could offer the man's hands to touch other than his dull and plain cold skin that he himself is not fond of.
Jin tries his best to take a peek at the quiet man, and after seeing Hiro biting his lower lip like a child before nodding his head, he can't help but silently laugh in astonishment.
Oh my.
Hiro paces his head up and down, intimately rubbing his cheek against Jin's coldness through his set of thin cloth before thrusting closer and kissing the back of the young fellow's ear.
Shutting his eyes, "I thought it was only possible in my dreams." With a brief whisper, Hiro inhales through the sweet and agonizing mixed scent of his beloved's hair and skin.
Jin's eyes flutter in half as he bites his swollen bottom lip. However, an immediate release followed after feeling his lips' increasing plumpness. It was as if some monster had tormented in sucking them.
His cheeks scorch in deep redness. "You dreamt of touching me?"
He was dumbfounded and stunned—he could feel his jaw hanging.
Kai looks at the vulnerable young fellow, and his moist lips crawl toward the beautiful tint on Jin's cheeks.
"I do," whispers Hiro. More than one could foresee.
His midnight eyes looked at Jin, begging despite his dark secrets and desires. "My heart had never yearned for something so desperately."
He was numb all his life. He didn't feel like a human.
Jin presses his lips together and closes his eyes. "Your heart's desires. . ." And he felt that his was near to burst into two. He was embarrassed.
Hiro desires him.
"Yes, my heart's desires."
The man really does love repeating what he says, but perhaps that could be the sole reason for the comfort he felt from his reassurance.
"But there's nothing special on another boy's chest." He hides his trembling fingers behind him. "They are no different from yours."
Really. . .it is.
The fact that the man is making it appear so special provokes his delusional heart to fall into a slight taste of delight.
With brows unexpectedly furrowed, "No!" Hiro sternly opposes.
The man held Jin's face with his large palm steadily positioned under the young fellow's jaws.
"If it is, then why am I burning and yearning?"
He was cupping half of Jin's face, his long fingers pressed against the softest texture his rouged hand had held. Heat flared all over his body.
So soft.
Jin's tight lips quivered as it puckered part open like a duck. But although his cheeks were squeezed, it was not too tight for it to hurt.
Moreover. . .
"It is not the same," whispers Hiro, appearing unhappiest and broken.
He sounded devastatingly shattered as if condemning why could no one understand his standpoint.
The corners of Jin's eyes turn wide.
Is he . . .
A depressing curve appears on Hiro's pair of delectable brows. "It can never be the same!"
Jin blinks. He's pouting.
Oh my.
Hiro's pouting.
"Hod ghu doughit," Jin utters his response and ends up sounding inaudible to decipher.
On cue, Hiro loosened his grip on his cheeks, and although embarrassed, Jin had to repeat what he said.
Because the blazing inquisition inside the man's eyes may not let his lips be forsaken for another day.
"How did you do it?"
A soft and doting smile then paints across his lips. His eyes shut to a merry and silent curve. "Don't frown, Hiro-ah."
His sweet and gentle voice slurs to Hiro's twitching and reddened ears, shaking his vulnerable black heart.
Jin's lids slowly lift open, still grinning at quiet and pouting Hiro. "Show me how you would touch me in your dreams."
The man flinches, his dark eyes staring at his beloved's vibrant lips.
"May I?" Hiro whispers, his hot breath bringing warmth to the young fellow's giddy heart.
How many times has he asked for his permission? Jin chuckles at him, "Why not?" He whispers back, giving the man a slight tease.
He was mocking Hiro's usual alluring tone that no less works to break down his guard.
And he was happy the effect seemed to work both sides.
The reason as to why they have been whispering the entire time they are residing inside the cavern is a mystery to him.
Nobody is here to hear any of this anyway.
Nobody . . .
After seeing the lovely color vividly spreading on the corner of Hiro's cheeks and the childlike smile plastered above the soft expression on his face, Jin let himself be bewitched sinfully once again as he admired the man's very existence.
How the tables have turned.
But still, how beautiful of a man he is.
Hiro moved to lift his arms, his eyes never leaving Jin's face, cautious of the slightest disturbance he could see.
With one gulp, his massive hands lurched inside Jin's thin clothing. His heated palms at last softly caress the beautiful curve of Jin's thinnest waist and stomach. His groin burned in merriment. He internally shuddered as dark desire slowly swallowed him.
His burning touch moves north, thwarting under the light bump of Jin's chest. He cups and squeezes him.
"Ah." Feeling the itching fervor of his fingertips directly touching his sensitive skin that was close enough to his vulnerable pair of buds, Jin couldn't help but let out unsteady gasps of air and open his mouth in pleas.
His pupils were shaking, his heart thumping. A weird sensation enveloped his chest, and his mind was clouded—now in disarray.
Gradually slipping from his sanity, Hiro could not detour from temptation. He heavily drags his eyes down, and lustfully feasts at Jin's achingly squeezed bossoms that fit in his palms alone.
His darkened eyes smiles at the sight of the young fellow's plump and inviting buds. "Jin-ah."
Jin could hear both of their breaths getting heavier. He shut his eyes as two awfully large thumbs press his chest.
A whispered moan left his lips again at the rabid feeling of odd itching sensation at the tips of his nipples. "H-Hiro."
It's itchy.
He felt them pulsing in need of salvation, and his sight started to blur in searing tears of too much stimulation.
He pants. Please. . .don't stop.
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