"Does teasing me entertain you?"
Hiro scraped his straight teeth at the small hickey he had painted under Jin's right ear, his lips smooching and pampering kisses over his mark. It was an undisclosed part, adequately unnoticeable unless his beloved moved his head up, which should be avoided, utmost. To limit extending his unfortunate injury.
A pair of amethyst eyes buffered to softness while staring down at his whining lover—the contrast of their frames in size nestled between the towering pillars and columns of Hiro's room. With a place so massive and arms too little around a giant to hold, his mighty heart was fierce and never wavered to be filled with the cup of his sometimes-overbearing affection.
Jin's slim fingers brushed and ran over the freshly grown hairs on the rear back of Hiro's head, "Are you complaining, darling?"
Hiro's usual used endearment for him hangs sweetly in the air when it escapes his lips. At that moment, the world seemed to disappear in a blur and nothing mattered to him but them.
Hiro stays still but breath-shaking at the young fellow's touch, "Who?" he presses his nose to the velvet skin of Jin's neck, hiding his smile, "I dare not. Who dares?"
The corners of Jin's lips lifted to an amused smile, wanting to eye him questioningly, but the naughty man was hiding from the arrows of his gaze. Oh, Hiro. "How odd, I thought I heard you, no?"
"Guilty, love," laughs Hiro.
His sweetened baritone voice sent tremors to their vibrating bodies. His fingers wander and play on his nape and shoulders, his feather caress admiring his body and simultaneously calming him from sulking.
He never thought he would be mending a needy lover.
"Hiro?"
"Jin-ah?"
"I am just curious about one thing. Have you done this before?" He tried not to sound too imposing about it but failed. He breathes deeply, sucking enough courage to continue in a gentle whisper. "Have you touched a man before?"
"Hm? Touched?"
Jin exhaled the breath of courage he borrowed, carefully selecting his words, wanting him to understand where their conversation was going.
"Yes, but intimately and sensually." He leans and rests his chin on the side of Hiro's head.
The man's following silence sparked his interest further. Despite promising to be understanding, he cannot help the abrupt ache in his chest at the image of his beloved embracing another. It never occurred to him now. He should be lucky to have at least gained his favor.
But, could anyone blame the anxiousness of his heart?
Hiro knew his erogenous places—wonders in his body he never knew existed or cared to discover himself. Fear itself had plagued the corner of his heart—thinking about it, there was just no way an inexperienced man could deliberately make someone climax consecutively three times.
"Why such a question?"
Hiro's voice began to drop with a tinge of confusion.
"Darling, do you not recognize what we did together the past weeks?"
Hiro's head snapped up, his broad eyes shaking in ample fear while searching the bandage on Jin's head, afraid that it was bleeding again.
"Where does it pain you, Jin-ah?"'
His large palms cup Jin's tiny face with extreme horror and grief, "The very first day we met? Our first kiss? The day you showed me your chest—"
Jin interrupts Hiro's frantic panicking by covering the man's lips with his hands, his pale cheeks burning in sizzling heat while his shoulders and arms quivered nonstop in embarrassment at his words. "H-Hiro, that is not what I am trying to say! I did not lose my memories."
He says to him in one swift breath, witnessing how the man's eyes relax a little after a blink.
Hiro draws Jin's wrist from his mouth, and he leans closer, hating the littlest distance between them. He turned his head and kissed the center of his beloved's palm. His obsidian eyes eye him knowingly a few inches away. "I'm listening."
"J-Just like what you did in my. . .behind."
"Whichever? My finger or—"
"B-Both." Jin stammered. Now, it was his turn to be flustered.
Definitely, both.
"Was it unsatisfactory? I am as depressed that we have to stop right there, love, but I cannot permit the risk of your injury."
Jin's shoulders fell, at ease but in awe, "Hiro. . .Did you think I asked you that question because I was unsatisfied?" His voice was soft. Good, God. Where does this man ever find and pull such thoughts?
It came to a point where it baffles him how Hiro's consciousness works.
"My concern is that you may have done it with someone else before." He briefly shifts his eyes away again.
He does not know why, but occurring to be curious with obvious jealousy unsettled him.
"Why would I?" Hiro said without missing another second.
"No? Before we met?"
"Never."
Hiro's hand which was flatly warming Jin's stomach with his arm snaped around his tiny frame had gone south, cupping his beloved's slouching and tired maleness and squeezing his fingers between his butt, pressing his now quiet hole and covering his sensitivity from the open air.
They fit perfectly.
Jin had to press his knees together, startled. His shaken eyes meet Hiro's enthralling gaze, seeing through the sincerity and hurt in his wavering pupils, and with that, his defenses crumble.
Guilt swallowed his heart.
"Look at me, darling." Hiro's delicate words carried a hint of pain. "Whom else could I touch but you, Jin-ah?"
Moved by his words, Jin felt his stomach and heart do a synchronous summer sault, and he squirmed to calm himself and his weak heart down despite his confusion. But with the suspect himself holding and caressing his softness—his vulnerability at his hand, Hiro might as well tell him to jump off a bridge, and he would do it in a heartbeat without questioning him.
But unlike before, he cannot be swayed now. It is different—what they just did brought serious consideration to their relationship. It might work on him from the past. He would likely let things slide without questioning Hiro on purpose, but he will not let him go without interrogation now. . .now that they are lovers.
Lovers. He beams secretly. "I take as if you never dated someone else before?"
"Darling, is it necessary?" replied Hiro, looking at Jin attentively for his response. Did his Jin-ah want an experienced lover?
Jin scarcely and carefully shakes his head, wanting to get rid of the unnecessary fear he saw in the man's eyes. "No, there is nothing wrong about it, Hiro."
However, shock is an understatement to express the amount of surprise he is in right now. Hiro barely recalled any good days in his preadolescence to mention, he hardly had any friends, and he never dated?
Jin's heart turns heavy while studying Hiro's face. He cups the man's cheek and lovingly caresses his skin with his thumb. To think he whined about his mood swings and unnatural behavior when knowing deep down it has a cause. He failed to understand that part of him. This. . .This is too painful to bear. His heart aches.
Jin purses his lips, but that is also not a reasonable excuse for him to act so brazen and overbearing.
Then, had no one ever disciplined him when he was younger? Or care to understand him?
Oh, Hiro. 'My, sweet, sweet boy.'
Hiro's father appears wrapped in wealth and success, but his relationship with Hiro has been strange—if he recalls all the interactions he witnessed. It was as if they shared nothing but a name.
Could the issue be related to Hiro's mother?
Not fully comprehending what had just happened to grant him a sudden fortune, Hiro's lower lids curve to a pleased smile as he leans to his beloved's pursing lips, mistaking it as a gesture asking for a kiss. His hand moves, unconsciously caressing Jin's softness and swollen lower mouth. A contented sigh left as a whimper from the giddy nerves of his body.
Jin blinks back to reality. He was too engrossed in his thoughts for a moment to notice. Hiro's face covered his sight as it touched his, soft lips pressing against him, and lids shut close. He moans internally and squirms under his touch. His hand reaches for the man's moving arm, telling him to halt as he is still sensitive from earlier. "Hiro-ah. . ."
Hiro's hand stops in response, but he is still clutching him as he turns his head, groaning against his parting mouth and deepening their kiss.
Already aware Jin has a short span of breath, Hiro pushes back his control after his last tongue stroke and rests his forehead against his panting little lover, waiting while admiring the afterglow on Jin's flushed paleness that compliments the plumpness of his red lips with moist purple eyes like gems staring up at him—holding his soul captive. . .captivated.
He felt his existence crumbling in question.
Jin's half-squinted eyes alternately stared at the man's penetrating pupils that were sinking deeper right through him as seconds passed, sending shivers and quakes over the wake of his body. He gulps and lowers his voice.
"Not even someone you were interested in the past?"
Hiro's intoxicated gaze repeatedly falls and gapes at his mouth, then stumbles back to his eyes, fighting his battles quietly, "None, but you."
Jin moves, ghostly brushing his lips and chin against him, his whispering words warmly touching their skin as much as the warmth spreading his chest. "Was this why you also act touch-deprived? Am I also your first love?"
Hiro sucked a deep breath, following the strokes of his lips in hopes to steal another kiss. "Also?" The rim of his eyes brightened like they held a thousand stars inside.
"I'm your first love, Jin-ah?" His hand squeezes him as he tips his head to the side, resting it on his own shoulder as a faint redness spreads his cheek while shyly peeking at him, "I, alone?"
Oh, my.
The corners of Jin's lips lift and his eyes search him in utter disbelief. Did he not hear the first half of his sentence? "I asked you first," He laughs and leans to him to rub their noses together, "Yes."
Apart from his high school days solely focused on supporting K-pop artists, his life had rather just been medications, mochi, and school.
Hiro smiles upon hearing his words and wanders into his personal thoughts.
"To think we did rub a few more times than you could imagine, darling." His eyes were shining. They were beaming. "And you experienced them with me."
A laugh escaped Jin's chest, amused at his logic, "You are, silly. Who else would dare do those things to his own to-be-stepbrother?"
"I wonder."
Hiro's dimples shoveled holes in his cheeks as he leaned to kiss his lips.
"His hands certainly did not behave like a brother in your car, in his bed, in your apartment room, at that desk over there. I forgot to mention the hospital. As well as the parking lot?"
"But how do you know where to touch me from behind—" Jin blinks and stops. "My apartment room?"
He can feel Hiro freezing at his words.
He could remember every moment he had with him, but nothing close to being that sexually intimate in their apartment just after the day he met the man.
Were they that intimate back then? "I think we should leave that one out."
"Is that so?" Hiro whispers, his other arm embracing him beneath his chest, pushing his bosoms up that were full of bite marks. "You were simply too tempting modeling burgundy silk pajamas"
Jin's laugh slowly died down. What? "When was that?"
"Midnight."
"I think you are messing with me."
Jin pokes his cheeks, earning a laugh from the man. How does Hiro know he has silk pajamas? Could he have seen his closet when they were endearingly fighting over his underwear? He shakes his head at the silly memory. He never truly understood why Hiro was so stubborn to ask for his underwear prints.
The somehow funny memory now holds a dear place in his heart. Hiro's oddness keeps him entertained.
He could never predict what he would do or say next.
"Messing and wanting to make a mess of you are two different things, darling."
Hiro pampered kisses to Jin's cheek, grinning at the sound of his beloved's laughter, but his ears perked, sensing the flooring's vibration from a few miles away. His eyes turned sharp.
Footsteps.