Chapter 131

Jin flutters his thick lashes, his eyes gaping at the serenity of the evening as Hiro's strong arms lower him down with needless care, and when the water touched his toes and sipped through his socks, he gasped, the soft sound leaving his lips after the skipping beat of his heart.

It is warm.

"The waters. . ." 

He stopped to lift his head and looked up at the man with a smile of bewilderment painted on his lips. "They are warm, Hiro." 

"You like it warm," whispers Hiro, nodding his head lightly in approval. His midnight eyes were fixed on how the waters below Jin turned red with blood. His thick brows met, worried. 

It was not long before Jin's smile dropped from his face. His brows, too, furrow upon noticing something off behind Hiro's stiffness. 

With a bit of suspicion of the cause, he, too, grew extremely concerned, his heart now uneasy. He unhurriedly releases his hold on the man's shoulders. 

"I do love the warmth," Jin responds. He tried standing independently on his own two feet. 

Why the sullen frown?

His eyes had refused to study the ravishing body of water around them, and instead, he examined the captivating existence in front of him. Too appealing for his beautiful brows to furrow in trouble.

What is he thinking again?

With the warmed pebbled rocks below his feet, it was therapy for his littlest wounds. 

Oh. He shuts his eyes, moaning. 

It feels good.

It's relieving.

"Thank you." He beams at Hiro politely. 

As far as he could remember, he never did say these words to him often, but he hoped his undying sincerity somehow would reach him. 

He watches how Hiro's firm expression crumbles into what seems closer to awe before the man bends and shoves his head to his shoulder. 

Jin could feel the hotness of his lips sticking to the skin of his neck and he prevented himself to shudder defenselessly. 

When this too feels good. 

He sighed and consoled the sad man. "What is worrying you?" He mumbles to Hiro's ear. 

Whenever a weak emotion crosses and appears on the man's face, Hiro would always have the habit of hiding it from him. 

He used to find it adorable—too irresistible, but he is bothered about why he does that. 

Why does he ever do it? 

He frowns.

Hiro should know his emotions are valid and that there is nothing to be regretful of showing them.

Hiro's hands around his waist slip into an embrace. An embrace that was different and comforting, tightly warming him from the inside. 

"Your wounds hurt." 

Perhaps no one ever acknowledged his limitations? Jin shoved his lips to Hiro's softest hair. Oh, "No, it does not." 

My sweet Hiro.

So he was worried about his wounds.

Hiro breathes, breaking in unwanted tears, "But they are bleeding." 

Jin could not help the faint smile on his lips. "It stings, but it does not hurt anymore." Well, a little. 

But it is bearable. "The blood had probably dried from my socks." 

He hushes Hiro down with a gentle pat and caress on his wide and lean back. This man is more depressed about his wounds than him. 

He turns his head to look around, and his lips gradually part, appreciating what he is seeing.

This place is truly breathtaking. Is Hiro not seeing this? 

He never had the opportunity to admire the forest at night. 

Not until this moment. 

It was a concept he had only often seen on the internet, and he never truly thought it existed out of what AI could generate. 

He kissed the edges of Hiro's red ear, 

"Stop crying and bathe with me." It is such a lovely night for them to miss. 

Oh, how fun it will be!

"Yes?" Jin peeks at Hiro, grinning from ear to ear as he wipes the warm tears from Hiro's cheeks. Please say yes. 

Hiro was at a loss for words, his tears silently falling from his eyes, bewitched by how the moonlight touched Jin's vibrant paleness. "Yes. . ." He utters half-awake, utterly spellbound and freed from his grief. 

Jin was glowing. He was just. . .lovely.

And he would do anything not to ruin such a gentle smile on his beloved's lips. 

When charmed Hiro released the eager young fellow, Jin had turned to face the lake, the smile on his plump and swollen lips the widest the subtle entities around them had ever seen. 

Jin leisurely took off his upper clothing, the petite figure of his back facing the man when an inevitable draft suddenly brushed through him, startling him. 

His clothes slip past his grip, and a whispered sigh of relief flees his lips as his arm catches it just in time. 

That was close.

It would cause him great grief if it fell on the bustling waters. 

Were there such endearing creatures in the forest?

He inhales through the mixed smell of wood and sea in the air, shutting his eyes in contentment. 

This must be paradise. 

He only knew one naughty cub who loved nothing more than teasing. 

The forest reminds him of Hiro. 

Dangerously beautiful and mysterious.

Although the lake has been inviting him for a dive, he cannot swim and entrust himself to avoid drowning in death. "Hiro," He sweetly calls. 

This might be the first time he has lowered himself in requesting Hiro's tallness for assistance. 

He is keen to get rid of the stickiness of his underwear. He glimpses back, "I think it's deep—"

He pauses, blinking. Hiro's face has gone red.

Dipping his head down, the man sealed his lips for a noisy kiss. 

Kai groans, his voice deep and tempting. His brows were furrowing in restraint before he hid his bashful expression on Jin's shoulder again, leaving the young fellow completely baffled. 

"My dear." 

His brass voice slurs to Jin's reddened ears, and it is already too late for him to compose himself from embarrassment. He, too, could feel the extreme redness of his cheeks. 

He had wet himself again. 

Hiro's hands dropped from the sides of his waist, and with the man's chin resting at the end of his collarbone, he could feel his wide midnight eyes gawking at him from the side of his face. His large hands grope his pair of buns.

He weakly trembled and waned under his gaze as he turned his head and glanced at the devilishly playful man.

Hiro pursed his lips, "I want to swallow you whole."

Oh, just how expert he is in teasing.

Jin nervously licked his lips, his heart wavering, and swooned at the man's sweet torture. 

"I want to eat you, Jin-ah." 

Hiro's touch crawls to the button of his trousers, making him gulp.

"Haven't you done enough a while ago?" He replies in a bashful whisper. His shaking amethyst eyes peek at Hiro, witnessing how the man's lips part.

Hiro squashes his face to his little sprout's neck, internally groaning.

Jin blinks when he is suddenly scooped up from the waters, his legs high midair. 

He wrapped his arms around Hiro's neck. His high-pitched squeal was cut off as a familiar pair of lips locked and sealed his to another deep and breath-depriving kiss. 

He can hear the harsh waters gushing below them as he moans. Hiro was running, his long legs forcefully resisting the surges of water, yet he was held safely in the man's arms, away from the wave's fervor madness. 

His dilated eyes stared at Hiro as the man opened his eyes to meet his. They were dark and needy. 

"Hold your breath," Hiro whispers in his tight kiss.

A tongue licked the trembling surface of his lips before pushing itself between his teeth. His hand tightened its hold, and he opened his mouth wide. 

He held his breath, and amidst the thundering of his heart, he felt the warm water embrace him. His heart silently pounded as he heard nothing but the peaceful waters as they sank deep.

Deeper where their hearts become one.