Beneath the Surface: Secrets of an Obsessed Heart
Chapter 156 - 155

Chapter 156: Chapter 155

Hiro loved how gentle Raiden was being. Sex with Raiden in the past few days had been rough and he loved it but he also loved that Raiden knew to be gentle.

Raiden continued to finger Hiro, making sure he was perfectly prepared before withdrawing his fingers, replacing them with the wet bulbous head of his massive dick. He teased Hiro, pushing in just a bit and pulling out, rubbing his precum all around the spasming hole until Hiro couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh God, Raiden please...” He whined. “Please put it in.”

Raiden chuckled, pleased by the reaction he got and when he finally slid inside, Hiro gasped, head falling forward onto Raiden’s shoulder, fingers clawing down his back.

“Shh, baby,” Raiden whispered, kissing the curve of his neck. “I’ve got you.”

They moved together in the water, slow and intimate, the heat of the bath matching the heat coiling between them. Each thrust was unhurried, each moan swallowed by kisses, each touch laced with love.

Hiro clung to Raiden like he was the only thing keeping him afloat, and maybe he was.

Raiden’s arms tightened around Hiro as he drew him close, his breath hot against Hiro’s ear. The world seemed to fall away—there was only the sound of their pleasure, water lapping gently around them, the soft crackle of candle flames, and the steady thrum of Raiden’s voice.

“You’re so beautiful,” Raiden whispered, his lips brushing Hiro’s ear with every word. “So sweet. So perfect.”

Hiro shivered, breath hitching as he melted deeper into Raiden’s chest, his hands gripping at Raiden’s broad shoulders.

“You feel so good,” Raiden murmured, kissing just beneath Hiro’s jaw. “Every inch of you. You drive me crazy, baby.” He let his hands glide over Hiro’s body slowly, gently squeezing the soft flesh. “You amaze me, Hiro. Every single day. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Hiro whimpered softly, overwhelmed. His head lolled slightly, and he turned just enough to look over his shoulder at Raiden, eyes hazy, lips parted.

Raiden captured Hiro’s face in his hands and kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, then down to his jaw and neck, his voice growing hoarse with emotion. “I love you, Hiro. I love you. I love you so much...” he whispered over and over again between kisses, his mouth trailing warmth and devotion along Hiro’s neck and collarbone.

Hiro could hardly process the words anymore, but his body responded, arching into the affection, needing more of it—more of Raiden. His fingers clutched at Raiden’s arms, holding on like Raiden was the only solid thing in the world. Hiro melted into it all, into him, into the safety and intensity of being completely known and completely loved.

A soft moan slipped past his lips as he felt the hot white tingling of his orgasm crashing down on him. “Raiden...” he whimpered. “I’m close.”

Raiden held him closer, mouth never leaving his skin. “I know baby,” he whispered. “You have my permission. Cum.”

As if Hiro’s body was accustomed to Raiden’s commands, his climax immediately came like a wave. Soft at first, then crashing, dizzying. Hiro cried out Raiden’s name, his body spasming over and over again as his little dick shot out warm sprays of cum in the water. He hadn’t even realised when Raiden took off the cage.

Raiden wasn’t too far behind this time. He buried his face in Hiro’s neck, groaning low as he came, arms wrapped around Hiro tightly like he never wanted to let go.

They stayed like that for a while, bodies joined, hearts still racing, the water cooling around them.

Finally, Hiro let out a soft, breathless laugh as he remembered something. “If we’re late to the party, it’s your fault.”

Raiden chuckled, kissing his cheek. “Absolutely fucking worth it.”

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The road curved gently up the hill, flanked by immaculately trimmed hedges and statues of angels and lions. Han drove smoothly, as always, the sleek black chevrolet gliding through the tall wrought-iron gates that swung open silently.

At the crest of the hill, the towering mansion came into view—an imposing structure of cold elegance. Massive stone columns framed its grand entrance, dark mirrored windows stared blankly out at the night, and spotlights bathed the facade in a soft, golden glow. The grounds stretched endlessly, lined with symmetrical trees and blooming flowerbeds so carefully maintained they looked sculpted.

In the heart of the circular driveway stood a grand mermaid fountain, her arms outstretched, water cascading from her palms in shimmering arcs. She was carved from rose-hued marble, jewels set into her eyes, and golden seashells clinging to her torso. The pool she rose from was lit from within, giving the illusion that the mermaid glowed under the night sky.

Inside the car, Hiro stirred slightly when he felt the car coming to a stop. He was nestled comfortably against Raiden’s side but as they neared the fountain, Hiro’s eyes lifted, a frown drawing a small crease between his brows.

Raiden noticed immediately.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft, fingers instinctively twitching to reach for Hiro’s hair—but he remembered how much time Hiro had spent gelling it back into sleek perfection so he retracted his hands and instead, gently rubbed Hiro’s shoulder with soothing circles.

Hiro’s eyes remained fixed on the mermaid as he murmured; “I think... I recognise this place. I don’t know why, but it feels like I’ve been here before. This mermaid looks very familiar.”

Raiden frowned lightly, for Hiro could still remember the mermaid but couldn’t remember him. He was tempted to tell Hiro about their past but then, it wasn’t the time to talk about it. He still had to go in and face his bitch of a stepmother.

He took Hiro’s hand in his and lifted it to his lips, pressing a warm kiss to the back. “Maybe you’re mixing this place up with somewhere else. My family is not the only one in Tokyo that has a mermaid fountain.”

Hiro hummed, not quite sure because this mermaid was unique and he couldn’t remember seeing it anywhere else but it wasn’t something he wanted to dwell on. After all, he was here to support his boyfriend and protect him from his evil stepmother.

The car pulled up right beside the fountain and came to a stop. Han stepped out and quickly circled to open Raiden’s door. A swarm of photographers and reporters were already waiting some spaces away and the moment Raiden emerged, they surged forward like a tide, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of questions, cameras flashed in a blinding frenzy.