Trash Can Guide by Daldare

24-25

note: I have issues with word and with nicotine right now. With word because it deleted the entirety of proofread ch 24 and 25 and with nicotine because I wanna stop taking snus and I can't sit still nor concentrate

Anyway I dont want you guys to miss out but the following is NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL. 

I'm also not sure if I'm gonna buy the 6. (laast) volume to translate it...

 24. A wound is a new memory

I hadn't realized it because his gaze was fixed on Hayan's face, but everywhere his eyes touched was the color of flesh. All thought seemed to come to a standstill at the crisp muscles pulsing beneath the hand on his shoulder.

I had seen so many people naked, but this was the first time I had ever seen Hayan naked. Surely this sight of other people had only frightened Nabin.But now his heart was pounding again, not with fear, but with something else.His senses were heightened to the point where I had to swallow the saliva that had pooled in his mouth.Our gazes locked with a strange heat in the air. I felt like a butterfly caught in a spider's web. Strangely, I found myself wishing the spider wasn't just watching, but approaching."Sorry."

Hayan's voice was even lower. Nabin's fingertips twitched at the scratchy, pensive tone.

"Do you want him to take you to your room?"Nabin didn't know why it sounded like he wanted to be with his. Maybe it was the secret voice whispering in his mind that made it sound that way."I want to be with..... with you."

His piercing black eyes were framed by long lashes that fluttered and framed his thin face. The tips of their noses brushed against each other as they slowly tilted their heads. ...... "You can stop anytime if you're scared."At the distance of a single finger, Hayan paused, as if to put the brakes on himself.It wasn't as if he didn't know what sexual contact meant to Nabin, so he always tried not to cross the line.

He clenched his fists so that his palms would leave marks whenever his hands tried to skim over his delicate waistline, as if he wanted more.

And yet, the desire to connect with Nabin built up inside of him so strongly that at times I had to fight off extreme hunger.Instead of answering, Hayan spontaneously reached out for the feel of his lips on his, pulling them down the back of his neck and around his waist. Already, his cock was struggling to break free of its master's restraints.

The feel of their tongues intertwined, and he stroked his naked, trembling body as if to soothe his. I struggled with the sensation of touching only through the fabric.His fingertips slipped beneath the flimsy fabric, and the prominent bones brushed against his fingertips like piano keys.I touched it lightly, then drew it into his mouth, curling his tongue around its shyly receding length. The sound of flesh melding pierced his ears louder than thunder."Ughhh......."

I cradled his tiny head in his hands and plunged his tongue deep into his mouth. He made a noise, but felt the hand on his shoulder loosen and a slender arm slip around the back of his neck.

It took all the patience he could muster to keep from losing his cool.At the moment, Nabin was trying to adjust to him as best he could. But every time his hands and tongue skimmed over the intimate flesh, his body flinched and trembled, as if the wounds of the past could open up at any moment.

"Ha, ha.......A slender thread of a sob stretched between parted lips, then snapped.The long lashes were long since wet with tears.He dabbed at the corners of his eyes, which were redder than usual, and pressed a small, light kiss to his white, swollen lips."You don't have to push yourself, Nabin." He gasped, his body too tender to hold Hayan.Despite taking care of himself and others so they wouldn't skip meals, Nabin's body hadn't gained any weight.