137 Chapter 133
With cheeks seething in deep auburn red, a soft hollow appears between Jin's lips as its tender texture parts in complete and utter shock.
His helpless body went rigid, and his back turned numb and cold. He was frozen, like a statue, and it felt like the world had disappeared from his sight as the tiny pupils of his lilac eyes enlarged—applause at the most refined torso that was just humanly impossible to exist before his eyes.
His heart had gotten swayed in disbelief.
Its throbbing unfamiliarity was overwhelming, and just like that, nothing and no one else mattered to him anymore.
Unbelievable. . .
Suddenly, it felt too challenging for him to breathe.
That was how prevailing Hiro's dominant masculinity was.
Why did God refuse to make every man so breathtaking as he? Hiro could look at him and even make his nerves forget to blink and breathe.
Furthermore, his delusional fantasies did the man no justice. He is horrified.
He had envisioned what it looked like in his dreams from constantly holding him in his arms despite firmly getting a hold of his build. But gaping at the actual figure of his physique in front of him made his pursuits ridiculous and appeared too underestimating.
He should be ashamed of himself!
Skating the loose material off his arm after the other, Hiro removed the damp polo he was wearing. Unlike Jin's garment, which had sunk deep into the waters, Hiro rolled the subtle material in his hands, shaping it into an oval loaf. He then carefully places it behind Jin's head and neck, lessening a bit of his worries.
"Are you well?" Kai whispers, his beautiful brows churned upwards in worry with his deep dark eyes staring right through Jin.
Hiro grew aware of his beloved's speechless gaping, and it brought a giddy and ticklish sensation deep in his chest. Its thrilling fulfillment brought bewilderment to his obsession as it only sucked him into aviating commitment. Oh, my Jin-ah.
The dark souls quivered at the pungent scent of his euphoric mood. Although the bottomless devotion was further smothering them to suffocation, they could only breathe in respite that their master was perfectly oblivious to their savior's loud and more questioning thoughts.
Jin gulps at Hiro's question. 'Am I well?' His throat ran dry.
After seeing him half naked?
He swallows again.
Well, is he?
Honestly, he has to figure that out himself too. He is as confused as his heart.
His mind had gone blank, and a puppet response left his lips, "I-I seem to be."
But never did his amethyst eyes leave the sight of Hiro's handsome face, and he stopped the urge of his pupils to lower to the man's masculine body that was hovering temptingly too close above him.
His cheeks could not be redder.
Hiro nuzzles Jin's cheeks, his lips lightly brushing against his beloved's earlobe, smelling the faint and soft fragrance of him, "Are you uncomfortable somewhere, darling?"
Jin's behind twinges hard, and he realizes the danger too late. He should have known. It was Hiro's invincible charm that could control his thirsting insanity.
He drives heaven's forbidden desire and sanity from him.
His blood that coursed through his body burned, he was heating up, and the stimulus of Hiro's dangerous statement paired with such sweet endearment alone made him vulnerably weak even as a birthed male— forced to confront his already flustered heart.
He bites his lower lip in further horror.
He neither felt anything closer to what a man should feel, but a woman to a man.
The revelation did not bring much surprise to his body but a hinge of fear and excitement. His body was yearning and wanting.
He was. . .desiring.
The compelling feeling of his body craving Hiro and not wanting what this man had physically out of jealousy but wanting it pressed and rubbed against him caused a shiver to run through his spine.
Jin shudders weakly.
And at this moment, he knew he was under the man's sweet mercy.
Smiling softly, Hiro longed and leaned for Jin's lips. Its plumpness has been tempting him way too much. His eyes beamed in too much awe.
Yes, that's it, love.
Look at me, look at only me, my love.
Hiro's hands wandered to find Jin's in the waters, and when he found his tiny cold fingers, he spread and intertwined them with his. Grinning, he traced small wet kisses on his beloved's shoulder and neck.
"I love you . . ." Hiro whispers, his voice soft while licking the tender spot under Jin's ears.
Jin shuts his eyes. He frees his tight bite against his lower lip. He opens his mouth wide as a breathy moan leaves his throat.
"Oh, darling, I love the sound of that, but can you keep your eyes open for me, love?"
Hiro kisses the slight tint of pinkness on Jin's trembling shoulder, his warm lips painting supple wetness against his skin.
"Look at me, Jin-ah."
Jin's heart pounded at the courtesy and kindness of his plea. He asked so nicely, and he could never bear to ignore the soft tone of his deep voice. Oh, my sweet Hiro.
Ready to put his soul at stake, Jin flutters his eyes open, and his heart and jaws instantly drop when Hiro draws his trembling hands out from the waters.
Hiro plants his lips on Jin's pale knuckles, leaving every finger of his hands a kiss before he guides Jin's open palm to his body—laying them on his chest.
Jin's eyes turned large, and Hiro grinned childishly at his reaction.
Startled, "Ah!" Jin shrieked when they moved beneath his touch, feeling its striking vibration as Hiro immersed himself in laughter.
G-Good God…
Hiro tips his head to the side and smiles cheekily with his lips and eyes closed, "Aren't they pretty?" His grasp on Jin's wrist loosens. Giving Jin complete permission and control.
Embarrassed, Jin ends up shutting his eyes again and nods his head in a state of panic, not fully grasping what is happening.
He was rock-frozen. He can feel his hands burning and aching. Sweet Moses, they are massive!
"Jin-ah, I want to see you out of breath, but not like this. You have to breathe, my love."
And as annoying as it got to him, he heard another loud laughter from the man. Jin opened his eyes, his brows knitting together at his nonstop teasing and banters.
"I. . .I am breathing!" Jin pouts and lowers his voice. "It's just not noticeable. . ."
"Oh, is that so?" Hiro murmured with one brow lifted, his smiling lips trailing the soft curve of Jin's collarbone down to his chest. "My bad." He gives Jin's beautiful flush left nipple a smooch.
It twitched against his lips, and he restrained himself from swallowing it and quench his thirst. He curses internally when his too-happy friend aches more painfully.
"Yes," Jin replies confidently. He flutters his eyes up at Hiro. Please. Please, believe his silly lies.
He is utterly ashamed already.
The man's hands slide up once again, and Hiro locks both of his wrists tightly with one hand, guiding his touch south—down to his insanely eight packs of rock-hard abs.
"Well, I thought I just took your breath away." The trees ruffled at the wind, and Hiro sat straight and swept his damp hair back with his other hand. "I guess I am not that desirable?"
What is he saying?
He is so. . .perfect.
Jin felt the back of his head boiling, and he knew any minute from now, the pressure would push all the blood in his body out of his nose.
C-Crazy. . .
This is crazy!
A rough clink of a belt was all he heard before his shaking fingers were escorted to grope another insane hardness.
Hiro shamelessly begins grinding his hips into his hands.
The corners of Jin's amethyst eyes quiver.
W-What—
He looks up and sees Hiro's eyes are shut. His head was tipped back and his visible and sharp Adam's apple danced, up and down.
Hiro was biting his lower lip, and his deep and throatful groans tickled his ears.
Jin's heart leaped. He felt his soul leaving his body, and a liquid flowed out of his nose.
A painful ring covets his ears.
"Darling!"
His sight turns completely dark, giving him a sense of déjà vu.
And the last thing he remembered was the twitching monstrous fellow on his palms and the burning flames of his cheeks.
He could not imagine what it looked like, but it did no justice to his twelve-inch pink school tumbler.
