Captivated (BL)

Jin could almost feel his heart poking out from his chest. Realization courses through the veins of his brain, and he munches his lower lip to stop it from trembling. He nervously sucks a deep breath, and its warmth riddles over the walls of his dry throat. His chest heaves up and down. Hiro's body temperature has warmed him, but still, he cannot discern whether the redness staining over his pale fingers was because of the rising hotness of his body or the embarrassment flooding his consciousness.

He had never experienced something so overstimulating, where it was impossible to clear space in his head for thoughts.

He sensed the fingers clutching his behind tightened with moist lips sliding further into the crook of his neck. He heard a timbered groan that was too manly for the good of his confused heart, tickling the entrance of his ear.

Jin was silently there, crushed breathless, naked, and pupils dilating with rosy redness biting his glowing four pale cheeks.

He could no longer imagine the shock on his face, as his anxiousness regarding the man's big problem was unthinkable to dismiss. He could not help his mortification.

Hiro's literally 'BIG' of a problem.

"I assumed you wore anything under. . ." The stammering words manage to leave his lips. His voice was soft, brimming with politeness despite the cold shiver that had tracked down his spine.

Jin felt his own member throb achingly upon remembering how harsh the impact sounded, where even the sentry angels that were watching them could be torn between weeping and rejoicing at the man's fortunate bottom weight.

"No."

Hiro's answer was surprisingly submissive, quiet—too quiet, nearly comparable to a sob.

He frowns. His hands and fingers slip through the damp strands of Hiro's hair, wanting to cover the man in his littlest embrace. Oh god. Hiro was sweating, "I am sorry. I did not know you usually do not wear one."

After all, this is his home.

Hiro shrinks further to the side of his neck in his embrace, his back bulging more as he bends. "Too suffocating," Hiro whispers, his words slurring a bit from his agony.

"And I should have known," Jin murmurs, forcibly barring the images in his thoughts as he pats and combs Hiro's head with his hands. He condemned himself for the worst demise at the horrible crime he had committed.

The sound of it was like a twat of whip slamming against the hard wood. Who knew Hiro's erection could be so . . . rigid. His mind wanders to the unstoppable voices of the back of his head before he can stop it. Just how frightening is its length and hardness to revolt against the pressure of his sweatpants . . . and give the poor table a good spank.

Hiro parts his lips and blows air into the hollow space of his beloved's neckline, provoking the touting bud that peeked through him, tempting and ever so inevitable for him to worship. Jin writhes and struggles in his embrace. His breath mimics the loud and lively heartbeat of Jin's chest. Their hyperventilating breaths danced with the silence reining the room.

A dainty pout sculpts Jin's swollen lips when the strength of Hiro's grasp against his behind slips, lowering him.

'It must have hurt him so much'.

His subconscious thoughts bathe him in worry and guilt. But he never knew Hiro's 'manliness' was trying to stop and warn him. Oh no. This is bad. This is so bad. He might have painstakingly risked his future children.

The passing thought fetched a strange pleasure in his aching heart. Children . . . He knew Hiro would eventually want and need to have them. He did. There was no way that thought could have been ignored, and deep down, he knows nothing and no one could ever prepare him for that day.

He might shed all the fluid his eyes could plead to all divinities for it to be possible for him to provide. He could beg all he wanted, but such prayer is even sinful for God to hear in consideration.

There are just qualities so needful to a man that only women could ever deliver. Amidst what only he could offer was his unguarded heart and unbreakable attachment to this love. He smiles sadly, but Hiro would make an excellent father. He wishes to at least witness that.

Tiny kisses trail from the side of his neck to his jaw and bring him redemption from mourning over something that has not happened yet. He blinks the moisture in his eyes and bites his lower lip between his teeth.

"I love you," softly whispers Hiro.

And just like that, his anxiety for the future retreats to the shell of his heart. He utters a moan, feeling a hard squeeze again from his behind.

He cannot imagine how red they are now.

Hiro was pressing them apart.

A short shudder left his gaping lips. Something pulsing and brimming with damp warmness touched him from beneath. It pressed the soft surface between his testicles and the mouth of his behind, poking. His nipples, which were hiding in his last clothing, come to life, aching at the sudden sexual contact.

The man shuddered to his ear before thrusting. His stiff tip drew wetness past his clenched hole, squeezing through his plump behind, and kissed the back of his waist. The corners of his lids widen, exposing the shaken violet eyes under such burning dark eyes staring at him above his head.

Hiro frees the hold of his bottoms, and he hears a faint smacking sound of his cheeks clipping and pressing the wet, hot, and throbbing problem flatly pressed between half of his supported weight and the wooden table.

Oh god . . . 

And it was pounding . . . pulsating in madness like it has a life on its own.

Hiro pleads Jin's name in a whisper and grips his waist tightly. A knee-weakening shudder left his lips, and just like that, he felt exposed. Warm fluid overflows from his crammed wetness. Its warmness rolls down and soaks their pressed skin. His eyes searched for the sneaky raven globes that he found were already gawking at his reaction with a drunk gaze, upturned brows, and red rose cheeks.

Hiro was shivering slightly.

This man wants him. Hiro wants him. In a way, a man does to a woman. His heart inside his chest and lower pelvis plummets. A deep ache and need pulse inside his lower belly and behind. His breath hitches, and he does, too.

His body was aching, too.

He encircles his arms around Hiro's neck. He arches his hips forward and slowly pulls back, watching Hiro's startled pair of eyes and the redness of his cheeks spreading through his ears and neck. The building friction of the soft fabric of their clothes hugs his penis as he grinds himself above the man's tangible attachment to him and the idea of it sent shivers to his nerves.

"Nghh." It felt good. Too good. And they were both dangerously aware of that. "A-Again?" he pants.

Hiro's grip on the curve of his waist hardens, leaving marks on his pale skin.

Jin leans. His trembling lips kiss the side of his face.

Hiro was crying—wheezing to his ear. "Please. . ."