(BL) Mafia Love; He who falls the hardest loses-Chapter 148: Desire (M?)
"Yes," Haruki replied calmly. "I am having very dark thoughts about you," Haruki added a small smile lifting the corners of his lips.
Hiroshi felt chills down his spine. He could feel the danger in the coldness of Haruki’s eyes that his smile didn’t hide. He wondered what thought could cause his gaze to get so cold but somehow, he didn’t feel scared, a wave of excitement flooded his mind.
"What thoughts?"
Haruki smiled at the question. Seeing the curiosity in the man’s brown eyes, he wanted to tell him. He wondered what changes he would see in those eyes when the man heard what his thoughts were but he shook his head instead.
"I want to work out downstairs, you can go to sleep," Haruki told the man.
How would Hiroshi who has had enough sleep during the day feel the urge to go to sleep when Haruki just arrived? He held Haruki’s wrist and stopped him from leaving.
Haruki looked down at his wrist with the man’s hand wrapped around it and he sighed. Why was the doctor acting so lovable? This was the reason he had those thoughts. This was the reason why he wanted to keep the doctor locked up.
The thought that the doctor won’t even try to leave was so enticing that he wanted to try it. A pet so obedient, especially one as handsome and appealing as Hiroshi. He sighed and shook his head.
"Stop playing," Haruki warned the man. He tried to make his warning sound light but he also hoped Hiroshi got the danger signals in his words. He wanted to directly warn him not to play with fire.
Hiroshi released his wrist. Feeling satisfied that the man got the warning but also dissatisfied about not seeing that pleasing side of the man, Haruki decided to work out so he could go to bed as soon as he could.
Hiroshi had other thoughts. He wrapped his hands around Haruki’s waist and pulled him closer to him in a tight hug and inhaled deeply with his nose pressed against Haruki’s neck. Haruki felt warm, present, he didn’t want to let go.
After a whole day of doing nothing essential and without seeing Haruki, he wanted as much as he could get from Haruki but Haruki wanted to leave just when he got to see him. He didn’t find that act delightful.
His arms tightened around Haruki’s waist. It was as though he wanted to absorb the man into his being, to become one with him, to inhale more of that scent, to feel more of that warmth and presence.
Haruki waited patiently for the man to release him but after a minute still in the same position with the man’s arms tightly pulling him against his body with his waist, he tapped his shoulder and said, "Release me so I can go to bed early."
Hiroshi reluctantly released the man. He slumped down on the sofa as he watched Haruki turn his back to him and leave. The study became quiet and felt dark even with the lights on. He frowned and ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh.
He returned the book he was reading to the shelf and went to the room. He took a cold shower to snap himself out of his thoughts. He got under the covers to sleep but even after lying with his eyes closed for more than half an hour, he could not fall asleep.
He shook his head with a deep groan as he rose up from the bed. He walked to the balcony and sat on the sofa allowing the cold breeze to blow through his hair with his eyes closed. It was as though he was begging nature to take its course.
If he was nursing a sick body, he wouldn’t have time to feel lonely in the house. He would be hoping to get better and by the time he was well, he would be allowed to go back to work, back to his daily life.
"What are you doing?" Haruki asked standing at the door leading to the balcony.
"Resting," Hiroshi replied biting back the urge he felt to tell Haruki he was trying to fall ill.
Haruki wore a sceptical look as he met his gaze. "Let’s sleep," he told the man with a tired sigh.
Hiroshi rose up obediently. He walked to Haruki but instead of going to the bed as expected, he hugged Haruki once again just as tightly as he did in the study.
It was as though he had finally lost the control he still had in the study as he remained in the same position even after Haruki tapped him and told him to let go.
The scent, the feel of Haruki’s warmth, he pressed his lips against Haruki’s neck and patted his lips to suck on the skin. "Let go," Haruki warned his voice significantly colder but Hiroshi ignored his words and continued to suck on the skin.
When Haruki repeated his words, Hiroshi released his waist and took a step back. He met Haruki’s gaze and smiled warmly. "I just missed you so much," he murmured glancing away when he noticed how cold Haruki’s gaze was.
Haruki sighed and nodded in understanding before walking to the bathroom, leaving these words, "Go to sleep, I will shower first."
How many days already and they haven’t had sex? Haruki could see the man losing control and he could easily guess what the man wanted but how he stopped every time was so amusing. It was as though the man was fighting so hard not to lose.
There was something absolutely enticing about seeing Hiroshi fighting against his desires towards him. Haruki wore a smile as the hot water pounded against his shoulders as he stood under the shower spray. He wondered how long the man would be able to hold on before he begs.
His dark hair plastered to his forehead, rivulets tracing down his chest and abs, washing away the tension of all he had to deal with lately.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Hiroshi stepped into the bathroom and undressed. Hiroshi’s warm brown eyes locked onto Haruki through the glass, a flicker of something sharper than his usual tenderness, impatience, perhaps, laced with a desire to push back against Haruki’s control.
"Missed you today," Hiroshi said, his voice low and edged, sliding the shower door aside to join him. Water soaked his light brown hair instantly, and he pressed close, his broader build crowding Haruki against the tiles.
Haruki’s pulse quickened, but he didn’t pull away. Usually, he’d seize the reins, dictating the pace as Hiroshi until they both shattered. Tonight, though, he yielded.
Hiroshi’s lips crashed onto his in a kiss that started tender but turned insistent, tongues sliding together with a hunger that spoke of their days apart. Hiroshi’s hands gripped Haruki’s hips, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise faintly, a slight roughness.
"Let me," Hiroshi murmured against his mouth, one hand trailing down to cup Haruki’s ass, kneading the firm muscle. Haruki nodded, breath hitching, allowing the shift.
Hiroshi’s fingers dipped lower, teasing the cleft, the water easing the way as he circled the tight entrance. The initial press of a digit inside drew a sharp inhale from Haruki.
Hiroshi worked him open methodically, adding a second finger with a twist that grazed sensitive walls, the slight impatience showing in the firmer thrusts of his hand.
Haruki’s member stiffened against Hiroshi’s thigh, arousal spiking amid the vulnerability, the steam thick with the scent of their warming skin and faint soap.
Tension built like a storm in Haruki’s core, his body clenching around the intrusion even as he leaned into it, nails digging into Hiroshi’s shoulders.
The doctor’s free hand pinned Haruki’s above his head, a dominant move that sent a thrill through Haruki. Their kiss deepened, messy and wet, Hiroshi’s teeth nipping Haruki’s lower lip just hard enough to sting.
Satisfied with the loosening, Hiroshi withdrew his fingers, eliciting a soft groan from Haruki. He guided them out of the cubicle, water sluicing off their bodies onto the floor.
Hiroshi lifted Haruki onto the counter with effortless strength, the cold stone biting into Haruki’s heated skin, making him hiss. Hiroshi stepped between his spread legs, his thick member now sheathed in a protection and glistening with lube nudging insistently at Haruki’s prepared entrance.
Haruki met Hiroshi’s gaze, his usual control simmering beneath the surface, but he held back, whispering, "Take it."
Hiroshi thrust in slowly at first, the burn of entry pulling a gasp from Haruki’s throat, his walls yielding to the girth. Inch by inch, until Hiroshi was fully seated, hips flush. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
The counter’s edge pressed into Haruki’s back, a sharp counterpoint to the fullness blooming inside him. Hiroshi’s hands braced on either side, caging him, and he began to move, slightly rough snaps of his hips, impatience driving the rhythm.
Haruki’s breaths came in ragged bursts, his body rocking to meet the drives despite the intensity, his hardened member leaking steadily onto his abdomen.
