80 Chapter 77

Hiro captures his pulsing buds between his thumb and forefinger and gently pinches them without his consent, taking Jin completely by surprise as his sensitive body convulses weakly from the shuddering stimulation as he lets out a quiet and breathy gasp, continuously reeling over the thunderous chill slowly and painfully taking over his delicate body, fanning the flames of his soul alive.

"Jin."

Hiro breathes out his name closely to his burning ears, his hot breath harshly fanning against his now twice sensitive skin.

Seeing the quivering young fellow beneath him flush in a stunning shade of sanguine redness, the corners of Hiro's lips lift in admiration whilst Jin wanted to tuck himself away in shame as he helplessly welcomed all the different and newly unfamiliar sensations in his body that are ringing directly to his clenching behind.

His head was in pure bliss of its unfamiliarity and contentment.

"Jin-ah."

Hiro sang his name once more and the silent young fellow arches his back and presses his aroused chest further to the man's sinful palms as he lets out another low and shivering moan when Hiro twists and pulls his vulnerable nipples repeatedly.

"Haa . . ." Jin's dewy lips part and a sharp gasp escapes from his lips. His throat was running parch and his body was now completely imprisoned and defenseless by his awoken libido.

N-No more. It feels s-strange.

He was already pushing his thighs close and pressing his knees together when he felt his member meekly hiding its foreign excitement that was now pulsing painfully under its garment.

Hiro brushes his lips sultrily against his as he continues to converse him with utmost tenderness, "Does your head still hurt, Jin-ah?"

Jin's firm grip on the man's wide shoulders tightens as he tries squeezing his perfectly honed muscles. They were hard and tense or was it the fact his shivering fingers had gradually lost their strength?

He slowly shakes his head, completely distracted. Without intending to know the danger he has provoked and welcomed in.

Slowly, Hiro placed his large palm on the back of his head as he carefully pushed him down the bed and everything around them seemed to have drifted apart. They gazed at each other's heated eyes, his warm and anxious amethyst stones over his passionate and dark ones. They were gleaming lividly down at him full of raw and untamed emotions.

Hiro cuts the distance between their lips and finally met each other's longingness, and the leisure pleasure and pull charging between them felt wrong yet too tempting to engulf in.

It was addicting, nauseating, and breathtaking.

All taking his breath away and making his head spin for straight seconds.

Jin finally gave in and shut his eyes. He whimpered silently when he was defenselessly trapped with the man's weight weighing him down the bed further.

Hiro's lips were relentless as it moves against his, and his heart hammered nervously inside him when he felt the tip of the man's intrusive tongue graze and came knocking at his lips to open.

Following his lead, as he doesn't know much about kissing, Jin hesitatingly opened his mouth.

"Ngh~"

Hiro tilts his head further and slips his tongue inside him. Their nose poked at each other's faces whilst their tongues meet and danced from within. His heated eyes stared at the lovely expression on the young fellow's face, but he couldn't get enough of him. He wants more—more of him to pleasurably explore.

Jin moaned and he never knew that a kiss could be this sweet and addicting. It was different . . . and intense. His body suddenly flinched when he starts to notice something's hurting and throbbing somewhere within him—one he was quite familiar with when that dream occurred to him. And probably even worst. It hurts . . .

And Hiro must be really psychic when he gently kneads unto his scalp from the back of his head, calling for a bit of his attention as their intense kiss was momentarily adjourned, though he can perfectly see the shaking control over his worried slate black eyes.

He immediately breathes for air amidst feeling the man's worried eyes already burning holes in his face.

"Tell me where it's hurting you."

He's aware Hiro sounded alarmed and yet, "D-Down . . . there." He says and shuts his eyes again from shame as he tries to shrink more to the bed beneath him.

Erection.

He's not that dense to not know what that is and what causes it. He's sober and conscious to have acknowledged that his body was indeed at the peak of its arousal.

At such age, it was his very first, well—presumptuously not, but it all occurred with the very same person.

Hiro.

Whom he felt his ardent gaze and heavy breath before him.

Hiro leans and slips his tongue inside his parted lips again, and this time his movements carry desperateness. His undeniably large hand from the back of his head traveled down to his flushed nape and his murmurs between their kisses were like a sweet captivating melody as Hiro pressed his hips down against his erection between his already parted legs.

"You should know that you aren't alone," he darkly whispers and very gently thrusts his hips forward, rubbing himself against him.

"Ah—"

Hiro cuts off his cry by lifting his chin and sucking the tip of his tongue feverishly as he picks up speed.

Jin can't help but slowly spread his arms to the man's lean back, feeling the perplexing movement of his every thickened biceps. The sensation, the bone-chilling stimulation feels somehow familiar to him and his head brought him back to his dream.

The creaking sound of the bed's furnace beneath him and the erotic sound of their breaths in sync blew him away from reality.

"Jin."

Jin can't help but mumble helpless and clipped noises naturally leaving his lips in between his breaths whilst feeling his little member about to explode from the friction and stimulation of a hardly imaginable largeness stroking and moving against him.

Before knowing it his warm tears slid down from the corner of his eyes as his fingers clench around Hiro's sleeved polo shirt. Something . . . something's coming o-out.

Hiro's hand slips inside his hospital gown and his warm callous hand skims over his delicate and soft skin until it reaches and stops right above his chest, his deft fingers fiddling and teasing his throbbing nipples once more.

"H-Hiro . . ."

"My Jin."

*Screech*

The sound of the door unlocking and a short surprising squeal of a woman startles them both.

They froze from what they were doing, their bodies stiffening as they stared at each other warily before they tilt their heads towards the door, revealing a sight of a different young nurse who bowed to her waist and apologized briefly towards them.

"W-Wr-ong room!" She kept her eyes tightly close as she turns, flustered, and shuts the door behind her again.

A prolonged and awkward silence reigns the entire room that was once bath with their groans and soft moans as they hear her hasty footsteps echoing from the other side of the door—in the presumptuously empty corridor.

Jin and Hiro brought their eyes towards one another again and the young fellow blinks when his soul just recently left his body.

Jin shivers and exhales warily, feeling his now shaken and too terrified member is continuously being squashed by a pulsing beast amidst what just happened.

Hiro groans and devastatingly drops his head to his little sprouts neck, hiding the extreme forlorn and pained expression on his face to Jin's pale neck despite being momentarily bewildered at its softness. He starts cursing the nurse inside his dark thoughts, the door, the goddamned clinic, and Zien who's outside knocking at the door right now.

His umbra black eyes blazed dangerously like they never did before, upset.

"Young master, is everything alright, Sir?!"

It must have been alarming to see the nurse's odd behavior upon departing.

"Just kill me now," murmurs Hiro lifelessly at the great luck that has been withdrawn upon him and the unchangeable strong desperateness of his other half.

One moment he was in heaven then the next second he's in hell's clout.

He curses again as he was good as dead, to begin with.

Jin covers his face in embarrassment with one hand, his purple pupils shaking while his other hugs the whimpering man above him whom he thought was also breaking from embarrassment.

She . . . The nurse . . .

"I told you to never speak of death lightly. Hiro w-where are we?" he asks, still breathless as he couldn't believe what just happened.

"At a nearby clinic," the man's imaginary ears slump down in great disdain, his killing instincts provoked.

Should he put this clinic off the map?

"I . . . I don't like it here," whispers Jin. He always hated everything about hospitals and hospital gowns. Right now he just wants to be anywhere but here.

"I figured out," Hiro mumbles darkly. "We should leave then."

Cause if he stays here for another minute while carrying the different loathe he has for this place, he might as well hunt down the proprietor's name and hell knows what he can do with just that.

"Will I be the one pulling the rope?" says Jin looking at the man in front of him with such glowing eyes, gone the meek, seductress, and tempting being he was a moment ago.

Hiro stared at him with such confused and appreciative eyes, and even though it wasn't necessary, He can't help but agree to his suggestion, finding it already difficult to refuse such request when the young fellow's gaze on him could already strip his erection into half.

He frowns with great loss and forced himself to neglect his large tent once more.

He'll wait. He'll hang on just a little bit more.

Hiro breathes and embraces his little sprout's slender waist. The young fellow gladly wraps his arms around his neck as he rises from the bed, carrying him with him.

Out of blue, Jin suddenly tightens his hold around him. The sides of their heads and cheeks were already pressed too tightly against each other for him to move his head.

He place his other palm flatly on Jin's back and his worries slowly killed him when he felt Jin's feeble body shivering against him. What's wrong?

Jin held his breath, shut his eyes, and hold unto Hiro for dear life. He was too afraid to look down. With Hiro's towering height, he can already feel how high up he was in midair.

Reluctant, his slim arm reaches and tries to find the rope despite not looking, and Hiro secretly assists him by pulling the rope closer to his hand and once more pat and caress his back gently to calm him down as if he was a child.

The scene quite gives him déjà vu from his lost childhood memories, but before his head could throb in pain from the shattering images, he chooses not to dwell on it further as he pulls the rope and waits.

He waits and waits, but nothing happened.

Slowly, he opens his eyes and turns his head to the rope in his hand.

The material itself felt heavenly soft between his slender fingers. He pulled it again and waited, but not even a sound can be heard next, and he concluded it must have been purposely done that way for security purposes.

He frowns somehow disappointed. He was expecting to hear a chime bell, at least.

Hiro can't help but press half of his grinning face against his little sprout's cheek, silently chuckling in amusement at the way Jin's expression changes without caution.

"Let's cover you up." He says dearly as his large hands give his small round behind an amp and loving squeeze.

He's too adorable for his own good.