Hiro's spare fingers skim the smallness of Jin's back, his touch wandering him to a trailing study. His nails outline the shallow curve of his spine, his lower lids beaming to a quiet and amused smile as his touch moves to the fine-fettle arc of his beloved's waist. Jin curved his body to his tickling touch, pressing himself more on top of him.
The temperature of his body rises, his pupils shaking in admiration. His hand found its way up to grasp Jin's nape, firmly pressing against his skin—withholding his head from moving. But it was nowhere near as good as the breadth of his palm. They cocooned over the young fellow, making his neck look as thin as a sparrow in the impressive length of his hand.
It was only Jin's ample behind that Jin proudly thanked his mother for his size inheritance.
"Darling." Hiro leans to Jin's ear, his tongue tracing the entrance of the trembling young man's mouth, swallowing his throaty moans and breath, "Who is rushing you? Slow down a bit, my love." His voice is as gentle as his touch.
Hiro's brows crease upon hearing a high-pitched response, a pure sound of pleasure that chatter his last resolve.
Tilting his head, Hiro deepens the contact of their lips. His tongue enters and stretches Jin's mouth—groaning in need of his breath-depriving hunger that seemed only to fuel his desire. A feathering sensation spread across his shoulder blades and chest, making the back of his head prickle and every muscle of him pumping with adrenalin. The nerves of his fingers shake against Jin's soft flesh, his heart drunk in placebo intoxication.
His mind was a step away from losing its scope to reality, "Please, love." Hiro whimpers in two lower tones.
His beloved's injury. . .
"Let me," he begs, "Let me love you."
Jin whimpers, being voiceless and enslaved to the sensations, making a slow imprint on his body and consciousness. Hiro pressed his lips to the tears streaming down his cheek, kissing his worries away, and his whispering words to him were as warm as his breath—but he could not decipher them and hummed his best to respond because his mind was nowhere near reality but in the deep space of inclination. His body was new to the feeling.
Like a flavor bound to covet his innocence and shame away from him, never allowing him to return to how he was before these loving lips claimed him.
The two corners of Hiro's curved lips mold perfectly to the shape of his swollen lips as his finger bends, rubbing the same spot inside him, back and forth. Over and over again.
Instead of running away in fear, his body desperately accepted it like the last drop of water in a hopeless and deserted heat. His back had hurt from arching, yet the scraping pleasure was numbing him. The texture of Hiro's trimmed nail presses and pokes against his insides. His mouth falls open, breaking from the spell of Hiro's gulling kisses as he whimpers his cries.
"H-Hiro. . ."
He could not see through his tears but could feel the pair of obsidian eyes intently staring at him and a thick finger entering and leaving his hole, penetrating him deep every time he pushed his finger to its roots inside him.
His body continues to quiver.
"I love you too," Hiro repeatedly mutters like a prayer, his damp lips leaving his mouth to caress the flushed of his cheek. "My Jin-ah, my lovely Jin-ah. I only love you."
Jin's heart hammers inside his chest. His thighs soon began to shake. His toes curl, and his hips struggle to keep still. The arms around him tightened, and frantic lips latched to him again, blowing air straight into his lungs.
"Shh. Breathe." Hiro mumbles in a heavy breath, "Please, love."
He shuts his eyes in defeat and starts breathing air through his nose. He surrenders his weight to Hiro's arms, his nails drilling into the flesh on Hiro's shoulders, and lets himself submit to him.
Hiro curves and rotates his thrusts, reaching his finger deeper into Jin's clenching tightness. It was warm—moderately hot but soft. His eyes under his furrowed brows skate past the slenderness of Jin's back, studying the rattling movement of Jin's blessed roundness and the swollen entrance clamping over his finger, swallowing him. He sees them pursed outward, sucking him tighter every time he pulls out and pulse ferociously against the shape of his knuckles as if stopping him—not wanting to put an end to their fondness.
His lower lids squint over the raw hunger inside his greedy eyes, his hitching breath vacating and entering against the itching thirst of his lips.
My little darling, you do love me here as well.
Jin's finger curved and gripped the muscles of Hiro's back, his sobs buried deeply in his throat. He felt the excessive tightening of his chest. It was as if he was shackled—soul and consciousness chained to hysteria as he struggled to breathe for life. The gentle push underneath the side of his jaw to shut his hanging mouth was his very salvation. He breathed through his nose. Hiro soughed to his lips, sharing his warmth of breath as his finger quickened inside him.
His eyes and soul cried out, and the cold sweat cloaked his frozen body. His sight turned bleak—dark in split seconds, and an electrifying quake together with a rash pull of release within his lower abdomen left him gasping before his depleted energy shut him down mentally.
He came.
Hiro freezes. His surprised eyes stare down at Jin's small and trembling frame above him. His heart quaver in weakness, and his gaze softened. His obsidian eyes lower to his face. Moist eyes, glistening marks of fresh tears, and glowing flushed cheeks. His hand from his nape left to brush his hair on his cheek, damp in his painless tears, and he slipped them behind his ear. Not even managing to lift an eye, love?
Jin's soft pants serenade his wavering control.
Emotions Hiro had never dealt with before clouded the judgment of his unnurtured heart. His lips thinned, and he did not know what to do with the growing frustration in his chest—the urge to do more, to please him, to handle him more carefully, to show how many promises he could grant in exchange for this privilege alone which the devil inside him does not deserve.
His grievance traveled north and swelled in his eyes instead.
Jin keeps a steady breath. The heartbeat he heard from Hiro's chest and the loud pulse from his very own traveled to the back of his head. He did not give in to drowsiness as he recuperated, listening to every beat of life for a few seconds before opening his eyes.
The man's imposing side profile sanctifies his poor eyesight. His heart pauses, entranced. He admires every mellow curve and sharp corner of the structure of Hiro's face. Meanwhile, the man solely focuses on wiping their wet mess with the shirt he disregarded. He was meticulously drying him from behind all the way to his front.
Yet, his heart completely drops as he catches the quiet tears falling from his two crestfallen eyes—the chaos behind the silence of his lips.
"Why the sad tears?" He whispers, his cheek pressed to his chest. They flex, meandering upwards every moment when Hiro's arm lifts his thigh for better cleaning. He listens to the sound of his heart, hoping to know the answer from there.
Hiro's wide eyes searched for him before he saw how they narrowed--tears worsening.
"Darling," Both concern and relief were heard in Hiro's voice as his trembling lips found Jin's forehead. "Your stamina barely handled."
Those sweet and gentle words smashed his heart in awe. He tried to stay still, but a hushed laughter left his lips. He could not explain the overwhelming sense of embarrassment. "Have you thought about it all by yourself again?"
Oh, Hiro.
Worrying about everything was very much like this man's concerning trait. "I managed, dearest. I am alright."
"Barely, darling," Hiro emphasizes.
His eyes pierce up at him, "Three times. I came three times." That fact alone shocks him, too.
The corners of Hiro's lower lids were rife in color, mirroring his embarrassment before whispering back his response, "Though rubbing and a finger alone?"
Jin turns red, "Who wouldn't?" He whisper-shouted, sighing internally. Oh, this is more embarrassing than he thought. "That was the first time someone else had done that to me." He felt like he peed on his pants in kindergarten all over again.
Hiro's mouth curved into his usual sheepish grin as he finished cleaning him, his eyes beaming. "Another first achievement of mine?" His brusque arm encircles him, sliding and resting his large hand on the small of his bare back. "Me alone?"
Once Jin was out of discomfort, only then did Hiro yank his waist higher, seemingly trying to pull him away from something. He might know why.
Hiro sleeps his face on the meekness of his beloved's shoulder, "Never allow anyone else to touch you like that or hear your sounds of love."
His moans? "And why, Hiro?"
Hiro buried his face to his neck, whining, "You have me." He mumbles to his skin, sulking, " I am your man. Am I not?"
Jin laughs heartily and wraps his frail arms around him, "I was teasing you." He whispers to his ear and watches them turn red. They spread to his nape as Hiro groans in response.
"You might as well kill me, darling. My heart was scared for a moment."
"Hiro, I told you not to speak about death lightly."
"Forgive me, love. Merely a slip of the tongue." The strands of Hiro's hair fell past his forehead and slipped above the glimmering fondness inside his midnight eyes that turned their attention to the bandage on his head. "Is your head alright?"
"Which head?" Jin purrs and pokes the side of Hiro's waist.
He felt Hiro purse his lips to his neck, sucking a portion of his skin, and his laughter turns loud. "Hahaha. Both are alright."