Chapter 104: Secrets (Part 2)

"How did you grow so tall?"

Hiro squeezed his parted lips to Jin's ear and blew air to it softly, earning his faint laughter serenading all the way through his giddy heart. His midnight black eyes torched in too much blistering affection that even he could not comprehend and resist such fearing fervor for someone.

How can someone be anything nowhere hostile and stained?

Uncorrupted, sincere, tender . . . and small.

Amidst the dangerous havoc of change Hiro had long conceded to develop within him, his gaze was delicate like the warm draft peacefully dusting through a rosemary field. His warm beaming smiles feed the trail of redness in the young fellow's ear.

He will never be weary hearing the dear rapture of his short gasping breaths.

In a haystack of noxious and cold-blooded polities puppets, his little sprout manages to live with empathy that can lightly be taken advantage of.

Before knowing it, another settling and discomfiting sense of emotion swelled through his body, despising the idea to hell's gate.

No.

"Hiro?" softly speaks Jin, getting anxious about his stillness.

Crossing a protective arm over Jin's shoulders, Hiro hums dearly close to his neck. His eyes were ablaze. "My great-grandfather was Russian."

Scientifically, it's where the tall genes within his heritage started, along with its dose to the savagery of this monstrous nest.

What should he do?

What should he do to let Jin remain by his side that he would never consider leaving?

Jin cocks his head to the other side, intrigued. His destructive curiosity was already at its peak. "Russian?"

Hiro fluttered his eyes in half and said, "Tak toch noh."

His masculine and foreign accent rang and vibrated through the passage of Jin's sensitive ears, sending tingling forth shocks to his body.

It was one he did not expect to find appallingly sexy.

Quite unfamiliar and new.

He didn't know that a language could sound so downright sensual that it brought drenching wetness to the center of his thighs. His lilac pupils study the midnight stars inside Hiro's eyes when he drew his head back. He can see them slowly uncover the truths he wanted to grasp.

Well, this man himself screamed sexiness, to begin with.

With toes anticipatedly curling to the sheets, he glances at the man with continuous astonishment, baffled and blushing, "What does that mean?"

How many languages can he speak?

"Exactly," replied Hiro with a proud grin sculpted on his thinned pursed lips. "Vih mneh nrah vi tsis, my dear." He whispers like an expert heartbreaker to his poor unguarded heart.

"And that means I like you."

Jin rods his eyelashes back and forth, his regard dropping to Hiro's lips longer before looking away unnoticed. "I like you too."

I-Interesting. Really interesting . . .

This man does have superior and distinguished features, one that's most likely to belong to a foreign man in his lavish aristocratic cravat of noble heritage.

He immediately shoos the splitting image out of his head . . . but on second thought, that will surely be a splendid sight.

With his revelation, it makes clear sense now where such chef-d'oeuvre is sculpted from. Hiro is both beautiful and mannish, almost as if he's Apollo's exemplary replica, a dangerous walking bachelor who can sweep waves of hearts with his coal black eyes alone.

Wherever his trials may lead, it seems to him that mercy has always been under Hiro's favor. He has an irresistible face and charismatic presence that would not lack attention and praise shrouding around him.

Whilst he busied himself absorbing another yet set of plunging thoughts of him, Hiro wordlessly slipped himself back to bed.

He laid his wide shoulders and back flatly on the mattress as his brusque palms slid down to Jin's slim waist, feeling the thinness of his shape and holding him steadily above his bearing erection.

He grins ear to ear like a sly fox.

Despite that, Jin's body had grown stiff as his heart swayed to the man's mischief. A continuous shudder left his throat at the shameless crusade of his covered but bulging tent throbbing against him from underneath, slipping and persistently pushing itself to the narrow space between his buns.

His cheeks seethe to a lovely red. His shaking hands seared above Hiro's hardened abdominal muscles out of reflexes, and he tried to push himself up in spite of loving the warmth of his skin under his palms.

Hiro yanked his waist back down.

"Hngh." His shoulder blades quivered visibly at the impact, feeling himself utterly drenched and uncomfortable down there.

Jin breathes heavily, his head in a stir blur.

Why is he doing this again all of a sudden?

Seeing the man's lips warping to his usual teasing smile that reached to every hidden corner of his bright and lively dark eyes, Jin momentarily ceased to exist.

He was fascinated by the boyish sight of him.

He just looks happy—too precious.

Oh, Hiro.

The great morning light indeed successfully brought exposure to his handsomeness.

To be this charming should be a sin.

It's not healthy for his confused heart.

It was only then that his ignorance stopped on its track when realization occurred to him like a strike of lightning. "Oh"

Now he understood.

Jin squints his eyes down at him with his lips pursed, his unsettled face tangible over his redness.

This misbehaving man was flexing his family's well-brewed genes, which by chance, if God may say served perfectly well to rot him with envy.

He continues to pout. Hiro might just as well tell him directly that he's short.

He knows that he has always been shorter and weaker than his peers, and there's no doubt that he grew tired of hearing the same thing growing up from the people around him.

Kai's fingers fiddle against Jin's coat which appeared too massive against his delicate curves. Then his amused eyes darted down to the narrow space of the young fellow's lifted gown. He bit his grinning bottom lip as his burning gaze settled fondly at the center of Jin's slim and pale thighs.

He rolls his tongue between his lips, his grin stretching wider.

He likes this position too.

Jin soughed with a heavy heart, unduly unaware of the man's palatable thoughts of him before humming his dejected tune of sorrows, "I thought you were Japanese?"

Considering their family's obvious preference for names, who wouldn't have thought so?

"I am." His long arm reached over to him, and his callous thumb ran over his sleek collarbone, stroking his fragile temperance while swiping the jacket out of the way.

It slips and falls from Jin's trembling shoulders, cascading down like pooling waters around his waist.

"About a quarter, I believe so," added Hiro in a strained whisper, gently peeling the thick fabric from him and hurriedly tossing it off the bed.

His dark gleaming eyes feast at the too low hollow neckline of Jin's last piece of clothing that's shielding him from his provocative control.

The corners of his pink bud were gazing back at him from the very well-trimmed stitching of silk.

Hiro gulped.

"I don't quite understand." Jin bats his lashes with innocent confusion reigning in his vivid expression. "Enlighten me."

Hiro looks up at him. His gaze was covered with dark lust.