Beneath the Surface: Secrets of an Obsessed Heart-Chapter 99 - 98

With this in mind, he opened Raiden’s towel and Raiden’s huge dick immediately came up, slapping him on the mouth. There was a clean musky scent which made Raiden’s cock even more attractive. He felt Raiden stiffen under his touch and he smiled. He could also pleasure Raiden. It would be nice for them to cum together.

He looked at the wet bulbous head of Raiden’s dick which was letting out a steady stream of pre-cum and directly began to lap at the it like it was a lollipop.

Raiden gasped but he didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead, he went faster, sucking and licking at Hiro’s hole. He couldn’t believe Hiro was taking the initiative to suck him off and fuck it felt so good.

Hiro cried out in pleasure and vented by wrapping his lips the best he could around Raiden cock while stroking the rod with both hands.

Feeling the sudden heat around his member made Raiden’s body quiver as he groaned against Hiro’s hole. Fuck. Hiro was going to make him blow.

Both of them worked to pleasure each other. Hiro felt that Raiden tasted salty sweet and he couldn’t get enough. Due to his position, he could not get all of Raiden inside his mouth but he did his best, occasionally taking Raiden out and running his tongue around the shaft, kissing and licking while playing with Raiden’s heavy balls.

At the same time, he was grinding his ass, against Raiden’s face, shivering whenever that talented tongue slithered into his hole. Raiden didn’t forget his front either. He kept pumping and stroking, driving Hiro insane the same way Hiro was driving him crazy. He was trying as much as he could to not snap his hips and fuck Hiro’s mouth.

They both continued to pleasure each other at a frenzied pace and when Raiden felt that familiar contraction of Hiro’s entrance, he knew his baby was ready to blow and so was he.

With a few more sucks and gentle pumps, Hiro opened his mouth to a silent scream as his penis erupted. Wave after wave of hot cum spurted out of his dick, coating Raiden’s fingers and abdomen. Not long after, Raiden groaned as he found his release, shooting ropes and ropes of hot cum over Hiro’s mouth which spilled down his neck and dropped back onto his abdomen and thighs.

Hiro swallowed the ones that got into his mouth and licked the ones around his lips, already liking the taste of Raiden. Salty and sweet.

Raiden gently moved Hiro unto the bed and took some wet wipes from the bedside drawer. He pulled Hiro into his arms and proceeded to wipe his face clean.

"I can’t believe you did that." Raiden said, feeling surprised.

Hiro giggled, feeling quite proud of himself. "I can’t believe I did it either." He also didn’t hesitate to add; "But I liked it and I’d do it again too."

Raiden could not believe his ears. Hiro’s words scared him but excited him at the same time. He cleaned all the cum around Hiro’s neck too then leaned over and claimed his lips in one of the sweetest, softest, most endearing kisses Hiro had ever had. He had a lot of things he wanted to say, a lot of things he wanted to tell Hiro but couldn’t do to fear of being abandoned. He could not lose Hiro. Not now. Not ever.

So he just poured his feelings into the kiss, hoping that someway, somehow, Hiro’s heart would understand.

After a quick shower, Raiden dressed Hiro in another comfortable long shirt and carried him downstairs for dinner. Mrs. Shoyo, had prepared a simple but delicious meal which they ate quietly, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

As the evening drew to a close, Raiden carried Hiro back to bed. They snuggled under the covers, and Raiden held Hiro close as they talked quietly. He listened to Hiro talk about his childhood, telling him stories about his favourite holidays. What Hiro didn’t know was that Raiden was present at every single one. It didn’t matter where in Japan Hiro went. Raiden was always there, silencing watching him, protecting him, and enjoying watching him have fun with his siblings.

In the past, Raiden started doing it because he was interested in Hiro’s life and the way he interacted with his siblings because he had step-siblings. None of which like him in any way so he was a bit envious of Hiro back then. How Hiro was able to bask in the love and attention his older siblings gave him.

Raiden wanted it too. Family. He craved their warmth and togetherness. When they played, he often pictured himself within them, throwing snowballs, eating together, taking pictures, riding bikes and skateboards, baking cookies, sewing costumes, everything.

He craved them all.

When his feelings for Hiro began to develop, he started to see that life. He started to envision Hiro beside him and their kids around them. He wanted a lot. He wanted around seven to eight. Ten if possible. He even did his research and saw that both he and Hiro could give their sperms so they could get little versions of themselves running around. Money was not a problem.

All he needed was for Hiro to say yes the day he decides to propose.

After talking for a while, Hiro began to feel sleepy.

"Sleep baby. I’m right here." Raiden whispered, planting a kiss on his forehead to which Hiro smiled.

"I like you Raiden." He whispered, his eyes fluttering close. "I like you a lot."

Raiden kissed the top of Hiro’s head, his fingers gently stroking Hiro’s hair. “I like you a lot too, baby." His hands moved gently over Hiro’s body, caressing him with soft, soothing touches.

Hiro felt completely cherished. He snuggled closer to Raiden, letting the warmth of Raiden’s body lull him into a deep sense of contentment. He let out a soft sigh as he drifted off to sleep.

Raiden smiled, pressing one last kiss to Hiro’s forehead. “I love you too, Hiro. More than you can ever imagine."

With Hiro nestled securely in his arms, Raiden closed his eyes, holding Hiro close as he also drifted off to sleep.

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Pain.

That was all Sora’s brain could register. He didn’t know for how long he was subjected to this agonizing feeling but it felt like forever.

It was a relentless torment that consumed him, gnawing at every fiber of his being. His body felt like a collection of broken parts held together by sheer agony.

He was kept in a dark windowless room and the darkness around him was oppressive, suffocating, and cold, the air biting at his bare skin. He wasn’t allowed to wear clothes. He wasn’t allowed to walk. He had to be on his knees at all times, crawling like a dog. It was completely humiliating and degrading but he had to do it. Otherwise, he would be beaten and he wouldn’t be given any food.

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