(BL) Mafia Love; He who falls the hardest loses-Chapter 84: Desiring )(

Their saliva mixed with blood as their tongue moved in a sensual dance. Haruki was taking things slow as he wished, but Hiroshi had other ideas. He deepened the kiss and even slid his hand into the man’s exposed chest.

His fingers, untamed, pressed the nipples when he touched them before pinching them between his fingers. Haruki seemed taken aback by the man’s sudden actions and tried to pull away from the kiss.

The doctor stopped him, his grip on the back of Haruki’s neck and kept Haruki where he wanted him to be. He pulled his hand from under the man’s shirt and held Haruki’s waist before pulling him up from the seat.

He met Haruki’s angry gaze, but at that point, he had made up his mind not to give up. He pulled Haruki’s frame against the kitchen table before finally pulling away from the kiss with Haruki caged between his hands.

"Have you lost your mind?" Haruki glared at the doctor as he asked. His brows were drawn tightly together before he commanded, "Let me go."

"I don’t want to," Hiroshi rebelled. He leaned closer and stole a quick kiss from Haruki. "I am just trying to be the best host I can be."

"I never asked you for this," Haruki warned him calmly with the right amount of coldness in his gaze for Hiroshi to know he was making a mistake.

"I know, but..." Hiroshi began. He looked down, the rebellious look he had earlier disappearing fast. "I just felt like touching you," he explained as he finally moved his hands and took a step back.

He warned himself sternly. He had not been thinking when he took the first step towards Haruki earlier. He did not know what came over him.

He could not attribute everything to jealousy. This was not the first time he got jealous, but this was the first time he was dumb enough to attack Haruki this way.

"I am sorry I got out of hand," he apologised, casually trying to hide the rapid beating of his heart in his chest. Haruki could kick him away from himself from that moment on, and he would lose all the opportunity in the world to ever be with Haruki ever again.

Haruki just needed to read further into his action. If it was driven by physical desire, he was almost certain that Haruki would overlook it, but if Haruki knew the heavy emotions that had pushed him to act that way, he would cut him off forever.

Hiroshi watched Haruki’s anger disappear with his words of apology. He could read Haruki’s thoughts, but he could not help feeling relieved that Haruki was no longer frowning and his brows had relaxed.

To Haruki, sex was a means of venting, and he had nothing he wanted to vent about with the man, so he never wanted to get intimate with the man.

He simply wanted to sleep over at the man’s place for reasons he didn’t want to admit. He had been too busy with work and thoughts of work for the past week, and he had been unable to sleep well.

The excitement and nervousness of the big project they had ahead of them had him unable to close his eyes to sleep peacefully. When the doctor came, he was able to sleep well.

He was not one to have sleepless nights unless something big was coming, but since he knew he wouldn’t be with his tablet or any other work device in the man’s home, it was the perfect place for him to relax and sleep well.

But since they didn’t meet frequently so he was understanding of the doctor’s need, so he reached forward and just like the man had held him to kiss him, he pulled the doctor in for a kiss.

Hiroshi was shocked by the sudden move to kiss him. He deepened the kiss quickly, but before he could take things further, he remembered he neither had a condom nor lube at home.

He could ignore the first, considering they were exclusively with each other at the moment, and he knew more than anyone about Haruki’s health, but the second was very important.

Well, unless they don’t take things to the end like what they did in his new car. Haruki, noticing the doctor was distracted and hesitating, pulled away from the kiss.

He walked past the doctor before asking, "Where is the bathroom?"

The doctor froze, staring at the space that Haruki once stood in as he asked himself several questions which he could not answer. He simply concluded that Haruki was bored with him. He felt at a loss but went after Haruki to show him the bathroom.

He showed Haruki the new supplies he had made available in the bathroom and turned to leave the bathroom.

"I am angry with you," Haruki said before he could leave.

He turned to him with his double-lidded brown eyes widened by Haruki’s words before returning to their normal size. He looked down, wondering if it was because of what he did in the kitchen.

He began to be certain that it was, after all, was there any other reason why Haruki would be angry with him. "What did I do?" Hiroshi asked, trying to sound as respectful as he could.

Haruki ordered him with a trace of coldness in his voice, "Look at me."

His eyes moved without wasting a second and met Haruki’s obsidian eyes. Haruki’s eyes were expressionless, but he said nothing in response to the doctor’s question.

Haruki unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, and gave it to the doctor. He unbuckled his belt and let the tailored suit trousers fall to the floor before stepping out of them. All he was left in were a pair of briefs that hid his lower body from the fixated gaze of the doctor.

Hiroshi’s hungry eyes scanned Haruki’s lean and well-toned frame. The darkening of the skin around the nipples he had pinched earlier, his well-defined chest muscles sculptured, tempting Hiroshi to continue what he had begun.

Haruki was beautiful, too beautiful to be real. His abs were clean and flat with subtle ridges that spoke of the strength he had. On the side of his abdomen, there were almost unnoticeable scars left, each with stories that remained despite their faded, almost nonexistent state.

His skin appeared neat without any blemish as the lights of the bathroom shone on him like a spotlight meant for someone as powerful as Haruki alone. He swallowed his self-control out of the closed window of the bathroom as he felt heat rush downwards.

His gaze equally went downwards to the only piece of clothing Haruki wore. He hung Haruki’s shirt aside before going for the trousers on the bathroom floor. He picked up and kept it aside properly, along with the shirt, hoping to continue what they started when Haruki turned and walked to the shower.

He could see the faint tattoo on Haruki’s toned straight back as though the artist had begun but was never able to complete his job. It could almost go unnoticed unless focused on.

He has never bothered to focus on it or even ask what they were and why the tattoo looked that way in the past, but he could feel his curiosity build up as they subtly flexed along with the muscles of Haruki’s back as he turned the shower on.

"What are you, a pervert?" Haruki asked, glancing back at the doctor.

The doctor was tempted to give a positive answer to the question, but he pressed his lips together and undressed as Haruki began to shower. He stepped into the spacious shower cubicle, and the overhead shower rained down on his skin.

His aim was not to get clean but the opposite. He enveloped Haruki’s frame in his arms, and he put both of his hands to use. One of them went to Haruki’s chest and the other to the lower part of Haruki’s body.

"I thought you would leave," Haruki said, his voice sounding more like a moan than scolding.

"How could I?" the doctor asked, turning the shower off.

They were both sweaty by the time they were done. The doctor looked up at Haruki from his position. His knees hurt slightly, and so did his lips and scalp, but the pain he felt was the only reason he had shot twice when Haruki had only released once.

"Stand up," Haruki ordered when the man looking at him from below continued to remain in that position.

The doctor licked his lips before reaching to wipe the excess on other parts of his face.

He wanted to badly to tell Haruki he could remain there because there was something that made Haruki look even more gorgeous from that position, before he could only swallow those words down along with some of the white stuff that got into his mouth.

Haruki ignored the man’s heated gaze and turned the shower on again. He washed off and left the bathroom while the doctor took more time in there. He wore a fresh set of underwear and went to the bedroom.

Without a single care in the world, he fell into the softness of the bed and passed out as soon as he got under the covers.

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