Captivated (BL) || V1: A Chaotic Beginning || COMPLETED✅

Chapter 49

"I want to kiss you," murmurs Hiro.

And an ear-piercing ringtone causes the young fellow's shoulders to flinch and bat his lashes anxiously as his gaze shies away from the man's outspoken sincerity and diverts his attention towards his drawer that has been left open.

Jin's fingers slowly clench around the hem of his uniform, his heart trembling and palpitating once again inside his chest. Lately, he's been experiencing occasional tightening of his chest and butterflies in his stomach whenever he's with him. If Hiro knew that, would they do that again...?

Ah,

What is he thinking?

How delirious of him lusting over a man who's been forbearing towards him.

Jin couldn't afford to meet the man's gaze due to the guilt he felt from his absurd thoughts. But why does he have to say t-that out loud? He didn't even bother warning him a while ago before he did.

That k-kissue (k-kiss)...Does he want to do it again?

He did say he wants to kiss him, did he really mean what he said?

A light caress from the young fellow's cheek brought his scattered thoughts to one place and as Hiro's thumb stroked against the lovely color of his cheeks, his eyes were screaming tenderness.

"Don't be wary of me. I wouldn't do it even if the devil pushed me to."

Unknowingly, disappointment washes over him, "Why not?"

And the provoking word already left Jin's mouth before he could even stop himself and the aftermath of his startled expression brought the man's vanquishing grin to come into the light.

His supple touch went south, down to claim his small chin before pressing his thumb gently against it as the calming warmth he felt inside his chest broke past the depth of his malicious cove. The feel of his flesh was the softest, warm and cold at the same time. He was exactly what he describes him as. A holy piece his sinful and hideous hands were forbidden to touch and hold to begin with.

Even he had forgotten about the itchiness of his palms. He didn't notice that they have long disappeared elsewhere as he grew accustomed to having it since he can remember, but in return, he had to dwell on the aching demand from his maleness which never once came into his mind the need to satisfy his growing tent.

His brows furrow. It's another first after all...

"I'm more worried about you crying after if I did so." He admits the hypocrisy he holds upon being violent but never does he want to use force on him, and at the very least wipe his tears again.

The sight of it brought him enough heartache to repent.

Repentance...He could get to know that.

"I didn't mean to cry when it happened..." Jin looks up at him. The picture was far wider than what he thought so. He felt fear more than everything else. Fear towards himself when his immodest heart forgot its morals and starts to beat and accept his presence starting to grow within him.

He, too, has sinned greatly.

"I was just surprised, but don't carry all the blame on yourself. I was completely sober and sane when it happened," Jin responds and he knows it almost felt like he was lecturing a child.

He's really a saint. Hiro thought so and his demonic lair blared in awe for this little man.

"C-Come to think of it. I d-didn't dislike it..." Sure it was his first time, he was inexperienced, but he knew it was...intense.

Hiro shrinks, his head bent down low, away from his gaze as his playful fingers continue to travel down to the second button of his uniform, playing and swirling his fingertips repeatedly around its circular edge, silently panting. The temperature of his body rises more, burning with his increasing desire for domination, which the young fellow may not be able to thoroughly stand halfway.