Chapter 144

Distraught that it only took his prudent heart three seconds to give in and be gobbled by ill guilt, Jin presses himself to Hiro's tense body and takes a clear peek at the man's face.

'Oh, dear.'

He would have never guessed it would lead to this.

The pupil of his amethyst eyes dilates, and his iris glimmers in deep lavender gold from the reflections of the gold engravings on the walls around them. His line of sight exclusively fixates on Hiro's exceptional features, inspecting him in both awe and admiration from the soft curve of his forehead to the hollow space before his sharp, straight, and proud nose.

'He is annoyingly handsome.'

It is unthinkable to deny, but he does not know how frequently he has thought of that despite constantly seeing him up close just like this. Perhaps aside from Hiro's bank cards never declining is his powerful face card to match.

Oh, dear, who is he to talk?

Even he struggles to refuse or say no to such a face.

Gazing at the man's wet, red, and monstrous pair of lips that could suck the soul out of him, he sighed after seeing Hiro's bottom lashes damply sticking to each. 

"Look at me," Jin whispers.

But the man pretended not to hear what he said when he obviously did.

"Hiro."

". . ."

'This sulking cougar!'

"Hyung." (Big brother)

Jin's lips suppress a victorious grin from appearing when Hiro instantly turns his head with his brows set to maddening wrinkles after hearing what he just called him.

Before getting to listen to an earful protest from the man, Jin urgently covered Hiro's pouting lips with his as he was left with no options but to feed unto this man's dreadful neediness, hoping it would halt all chances of him shedding yet again another tear.

Is he dating or babysitting him?

Aigoo, at this point, he might just have to face the demand to accept both as an answer.

"Don't sulk, Hiro-ah."

He whispers between Hiro's trembling pair of lips. His fingers held the man's face affectionately, making sure Hiro would not look away from him again, "I am sorry for teasing you." His caress tours down to follow the flush redness of Hiro's skin and stops at his sharp jaws.

Hiro closes his eyes in response to his beloved's soft appeal of reconciliation, "More please." He mutters under his breath.

For God to provide a finest creation to his destructive soul, it was not a leeway of coincidence but a need, his peace, his solution—the missing puzzle to understand what it is like worth living day to day and night to night. The forming tears in his midnight eyes cowered in gratefulness as it occurred to him that it was an unfamiliar vulnerability to even disseminate gratitude towards humanity and divination. 

The conceivable existence of his beloved proves the controversial reality of kindness above evil.

God is truly merciful to not abandon him, unlike what he did to the devil when he is no different from the origins of his sacrilegious heart.

Jin pampered his clingy cougar's lips with fondness. His showering kisses were loud but soft, gentle, and slow. Each only lasted a few seconds, but it was the gentlest love his lips could provide, "Forgive me?"

Hiro's eyes opened deliberately after a few seconds, and the fiery need with an unreadable emotion in his gaze was piercing. Oh, Hiro.

"Always, love."

The man's clear raven eyes flutter in half, showing the adorable bags under his eyes due to his negligence of sleep as the corners of his lips stretch. He was smiling.

Hiro was smiling at him.

Jin returns his sheepish grin with a genuine smile of his own. "That's my boy."

Hiro whimpers. Fuck. "I damn love it when you call me that."

Their lips locked, and this time, Jin did not count how long it lasted. It sustained long enough for his lungs to struggle to get air as Hiro's hands aside from crushing the meat of his behind, it was not long before he felt the waistline of his shorts loosening and the zipper slipping past the center of his buns.

"Open your mouth for me, Jin-ah."

Hiro's lips rub and suck Jin's tongue and mouth alternately, deeply groaning at such anesthetic flavor and every painstaking pulse of the erupting canyon inside his pants.

Jin inhales back his own scalding sigh to a refreshed gasp when the man's handy fingers thoroughly undo the zippers of his poor shorts and effortlessly yank the edges from both sides. He hears the fabric tearing as the rest of the material continues to rip, shocking him. It falls and slides along his slim legs before it stops and hangs around his ankles.

He tossed the slits of fabric with a flick of his feet, and they quietly plummet to the floor beneath them.

"You just ripped my shorts."

The nurse would not be pleased to find his absence in bed, let alone see his nudity.

Jin's breathing becomes jagged, realizing that he is now fully naked underneath, but there is not much of him to cover in the first place.

"That won't be the only thing ripping, love."

Turning beetroot red at his provoking statement, a hinge of excitement resonated in his chest, oblivious if Hiro was pertaining to his remaining cloth or something else, but he was not given a second to think because his naughty and needy lover was circularly stroking his bare behind followed by another hard and distracting squeeze. His mind coiled at the biting sensation it brought deep within his lower stomach. It was churning, twisting his mind to hazard.

'Oh, but heavens, it feels good.'

He pushes and arches his back, pressing his bottoms more to the man's burning palms as he loses himself in Hiro's passionate kneading.

The man raids his mouth once more with a possessive moan of his name and twirls his tongue in need. Jin pulls his legs up, and with his skillful toes, he pinches the cottoned fabric of Hiro's sweatpants between his gripping toes and pulls the material down.

He breathes through their deepening kiss when Hiro's thick bottoms easily glide at the mercy of his toes but shortly halt to a stop, unlike the sopping mixture of their saliva escaping past the corner of his mouth.

"Darling, that is dangerous."

Hiro glides his tongue over the surface of his beloved's lips and lowers to the route of Jin's escaping wetness as his brusque arm avidly enfolds around his little sprout's waist, ruffling against his remaining cloth to shambles.

Jin beams, his toes pausing from pulling. "Oh?"

His hands then reached for the man's cheeks when their kiss led astray to his jaw. He tips his head to the side and slides his tongue above Hiro's warm ones.

"But dearest, I'm just playing fair," Jin mumbles to his mouth.

He swings his leg back, and his toes aim for Hiro's sweatpants from the front. With one quick and hard pull, the sweatpants eventually slide, leaving his toes numbing for pain.

The material falls perfectly to the floor, but an alarming loud thud of something hard slapping against the table causes his shoulders to flinch in surprise and his lips to form a small 'o' shape.

His shocked amethyst eyes snap up.

Hiro has his eyes shut close with a pained expression etched all over his face. The man had stopped breathing and leaned to bury his face on his shoulder. His quiet wince did not escape his ears.

Jin freed his swollen bottom lip from chewing on it too hard and gasped.

He did not need to take a look behind him to know what hit the table and made such a heavy and abrupt sound.