Chapter 128

Compulse, chained and confined with the reverence of such delicate and genuine innocence, a fortuitous obsession consumed Hiro's empty soul. 

"Please, say it again," whispers Hiro with brows furrowed out of desperation and chest aching in longing.

It was yielding him away from humane sanity—from any thoughts near decency of his dear beloved. 

Hiro could feel all his senses blurring in the scope of time, wanting and allowing himself to be completely devoured by greed. 

But yet . . . 

His Jin-ah is so frighteningly beautiful that he fears even his mildest touch could break the alluring curves of his body. It pains him to know how can this world treat and hurt such an angelic existence, and the underserving of his beloved's kindness has the sumptuous sense to live. 

Hiro's eyes darken. 

Never had he begged for anything perilous as it has always been in his favor, but how dare such insignificant beings lay their hands on his Jin-ah. 

Compelling fury rushes through his veins, and he can feel the craving itch of murder within his palms. 

He had been patiently careful and cherished Jin-ah deeply and yet they defied their chances to live in peace and made his little sprout suffer and hurt.

Hellion appeases through the glooming gravity of hatred in the cavern, and it is a matter of seconds before unrested dark souls spread and grow in the forest in search of tireless revenge.

A pair of soft and warm lips pressed onto Jin's cheek. 

Hiro hummed deeply in his throat. This world does not deserve Jin-ah's kindness. 

His sinful heart was already charred by the devil, and he'd never been grateful until now that everything worked under his favor. 

"You are precious," Jin whispers back to Hiro, and the slight tint of pinkness on his cheeks spreads to his ears. He purses his lips. This man is always making him repeat everything he has already said. 

He wonders if it is his way of teasing or if his voice is just coincidentally inaudible due to his shyness. 

After noticing the meek and shy smile secretly growing on the man's lips, Jin sighs and smiles. His heart completely melted in awe. 

Really, what a simple heart Hiro has. 

The man's long and unwaxed hair gently brushes against his skin, and Jin shuts his eyes as Hiro's unending tiny and supple kisses approach his left eye.

Taking a deep cleansing breath, "You have always been." Jin tilts his head and leans. "Always." His lips were trembling, but his heart was giddy and at peace. 

Hiro is his peace.

He planted a tender kiss on the man's forehead, and when his lips parted from his strands of hair, he quivered. "Too precious . . . "

"To whom?" 

Hiro's palm pushes against Jin's aching member, squeezing him, and his long fingers slip deeper beneath the trembling young fellow. A deep gasp for air and strength left Jin's lips. His soul had completely left his body upon feeling traces of fingertips alternately kneading and pressing to his dripping wetness. 

"Ah." 

Jin jumps and mutters a meek cry when Hiro's lingering finger presses a tight spot. 

"T-To me."

Hiro's wide and drunken eyes meet his, further intoxicating him. "It's twitching," he whispers in surprise without an ounce of shame.

Jin's cheeks burned red as wine. "It's because you keep t-touching it!" He whisper-shouted back at him. 

Hiro lowered the trembling young fellow and Jin could feel himself personally sitting above such massiveness he did not want to acknowledge before two large and warm hands slipped and groped his round behind, squeezing him and pulling him close with one swift pull and distracting him with a long and breath-depriving kiss. 

Closing his eyes, Jin flinches at the sneaky hands slipping inside the suit jacket he was wearing. Wet, hot, and sensual. Hiro's passionate lips locking with his were warm and Jin further loses strength at the sound of the man groaning while sipping his saliva in between their kisses. 

His body weakened at the familiar sensation so rich and vivid. For the first time, his cold body was burning. 

Warm . . . 

He pushes his hip outward, and the friction of rubbing his pressed body suddenly turns his nipples back to life. His lips gradually fell open. He was paralyzed for a moment at the odd sensation he had just felt, and Hiro took his chance to devour his mouth completely. 

A helpless whimper ripples in Jin's throat and his shoulders shook fervently at the feeling of something squeezing itself between his pair of buns, it was parting his bottom to half. 

And it was warmer than the hands currently undressing the jacket off his shoulders. 

"H-Hiro . . ."

With a ragged breath, "Hmm?" Hiro immediately responds. 

His hand that was stripping Jin's jacket off stopped midway on Jin's elbows. 

Its tightness causes Jin to slip his arms back and arch his back. 

Two conflicted midnight eyes glimpse up at Jin and his arching chest. Even with the scarce light given, it was impossible to further pass through the man's dark and reticent eyes. 

Hiro yanks the jacket farther back, and Jin gulps with parted lips and watches how his body bends more flexibly than he expected. 

Wide amethyst eyes look down at the man, who tips his head to the side and bites the bow's locket on his neck. 

Jin could sense the dampness of Hiro's lips against his adam's apple. A shiver left his swollen lips as the material snapped and loosened around his neck before it fell. Hiro managed to catch it and hid it in one of his pockets.

He could hear and feel Hiro's rash breathing on his neck. 

"Hngg."

In a split moment, Hiro abruptly pulled away, blinking and panting before helping him out of the jacket that was straining his arms. 

When Hiro finished taking off his layer of clothing, a hint of fear was imminent on his handsome face, and his trembling hands wrapped around Jin—holding him, hugging him, and burying his frown deep in his shoulder.

Fluttering his lashes in bewilderment, Jin's lips parted, confused. "Hiro?"

Hiro didn't respond shortly and only tightened his embrace. 

"I'm sorry." 

Hiro tilts his head and presses his pointed nose to the skin of his neck. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Jin's tensed shoulders relax and his gaze softens. 

This is why he can never help but feel safe around this man. 

A smile gradually blooms across his lips and rosy cheeks.

Silly, Hiro. 

How could he be saying that when he's the one who looked so troubled between them? 

"I was not." 

Gulping, his fingers touch Hiro's shoulders and distance his body a bit as soon as Hiro takes the hint and loosens his grip. 

His bright lilac pupils gaze at the lovely pair of raven eyes before him, and his hands move to the buttons of his neck and chest. 

He spread the material gently, exposing his chest and perky buds that were utmost desperate to part from the material. 

He could not endure it any longer. Every time it rubs on his clothes his body would only react weirdly.

Somehow, he breathed in relief and felt a warm draft of hissing air fan past his skin. 

He looks at the silent man, and his heart stops. His bright red cheeks burned brighter seeing Hiro quietly watching. 

No.

He was staring.

Why is he staring when there is nothing worth looking at?

Jin presses his lips together. "Y-You can touch it." 

Hiro's fingers flinch from his waist.

Jin looked away, his voice was lower than a whisper. "But only a little bit . . ."

But he doubts if there's even something for him to touch.