Beneath the Surface: Secrets of an Obsessed Heart-Chapter 134 - 133

It was long past midnight. The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint hum of the air conditioner was the only sound accompanying the stillness of the night.

Raiden sat in a chair by the bed, one arm draped over the backrest, the other holding a glass of red wine. His bare chest gleamed under the dim light, his sculpted muscles relaxed but exuding a quiet strength. The only thing covering him was a pair of loose pajama pants that hung low on his hips, the fabric doing little to conceal the tension building in his lower body.

His gaze was fixed on Hiro who lay soundly asleep, his body snugly wrapped in the thick black duvet. His sandy-brown hair was splayed across the pillow, the soft strands catching the light in delicate waves. His cheeks had a rosy hue, glowing like that of a sexually sated woman. His lips—plump and slightly parted—moved faintly with every breath he took and damn, Hiro was hypnotizing.

Raiden exhaled slowly, completely mesmerized. How Hiro managed to entrap him like this, he didn’t know but he was in love. Hook, line, and sinker.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

He swirled his wine in the glass for a while before dipping a single finger into the glass, coating the tip with the dark red liquid before reaching out and brushing it against Hiro’s soft lips. The stark contrast of the deep crimson against Hiro’s pale lips sent a shiver of satisfaction through Raiden’s spine.

Unable to resist, he leaned in, his breath warm against Hiro’s mouth. He flicked out his tongue, licking the drop of wine off Hiro’s lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth, groaning at the sheer softness.. Hiro tasted divine. How he was able to hold himself back from jumping Hiro back in school was beyond him. Now that he had gotten a taste of Hiro, it was like his self control had been thrown in the trash and burned to ashes by an incinerator.

As he savoured the feeling, Hiro shifted slightly beneath the covers, letting out a sleepy sigh. Raiden released his lip, watching as Hiro unconsciously licked the spot where Raiden’s mouth had just been and something primal stirred inside him.

He reached out, fingers curling around the edge of the duvet, and slowly peeled it down. First, it revealed Hiro’s smooth shoulders, the pale skin glowing in the low light. His collarbones, delicate and well-defined, called to him. But Raiden didn’t stop there.

His fingers continued their slow descent, dragging the blanket further down. And then—his breath hitched as Hiro’s entire nude body lay before him, completely exposed.

Raiden swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. His eyes trailed over Hiro’s soft yet toned frame, taking in every dip, every curve, every inch of bare beautiful skin but what got to him the most were his handprints on Hiro’s fat ass, as clear as day.

Now how was he supposed to control himself when Hiro looked this tempting?

His lower body stirred in response, heat pooling low in his stomach and he quickly downed the wine, placed the glass on the bedside table, took off his pajama pants and climbed into bed. He hugged Hiro to his chest, taking a deep whiff of his scent as he began to rub is engorged cock against Hiro’s soft tummy.

He shivered, loving the smooth feeling of his skin and the sheer softness of his body. How could he ever not want Hiro? How could he control himself around Hiro? Hiro was pure seduction for him. A creature molded by whatever God there was above for him and him alone. He firmly believed that Hiro was designed specifically for him. If not, how could he want a person so much? How could love a person since childhood and not once feel like giving up? If Hiro knew the lengths at which he went to to get him, Hiro would surely call him a psychopath and leave him.

He suddenly felt Hiro shiver in his arms and a stream of warm liquid poured over is thigh. He paused and gazed down only to smile when he saw his lover’s tiny dick spurting out jets of cum. His eyes darted back to Hiro’s face which now had a sated rosy look in his sleep and he chuckled, absolutely pleased. Even while sleeping, Hiro’s body was responsive to him and he loved it.

Raiden continued to hump Hiro’s stomach until he came, shooting jets of warm cum all over Hiro’s midriff and chest. He exhaled shakily, his body twitching as he emptied his shaft on his lover’s body before hugging Hiro tight, slowly planting kisses all over his pretty face.

Hiro was his and his alone.

His to touch, to fuck, to love forever and he vowed to himself to never ever let Hiro go.

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The first thing Hiro became aware of was warmth. Solid, familiar warmth wrapped around him, enveloping him like a cocoon. His body was snug against a frame he knew too well, shielded by the thick duvet. A soft, contented smile formed on his lips as he cracked his eyes open and was happy to see Raiden.

Hiro’s smile widened.

Snuggling closer, he pressed his cheek against Raiden’s bare chest, breathing in his familiar scent of cedar, deep and calming. He stirred Raiden slightly, but instead of waking, Raiden only shifted, his strong hands sliding from Hiro’s waist to his ass, pulling him closer until their morning woods pressed together.

A soft moan escaped Hiro’s lips, his breath hitching.

How was he still able to get hard after last night? Raiden had wrung him dry, making him cum so many times that he thought his dick would be useless for a while. But clearly, that wasn’t the case.

He laid there, content to simply watch Raiden, memorizing every detail of the man who owned his heart.

Raiden’s jet-black hair, streaked with crimson in the front, fell messily over his face. His long, dark unfairly think and beautiful lashes rested against his sharp cheekbones, making Hiro a little envious. His nose was well-defined, perfectly sculpted, leading down to thin, pale lips—lips that had spent the entire night exploring, teasing, and pleasuring him into oblivion.

Hiro sighed.

He felt so stupid to have rejected Raiden so many times in the past. If he had just given in earlier, they might have already been married by now, maybe even starting a family.

A family...

The thought made something warm and deep settle in his chest.

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