Beneath the Surface: Secrets of an Obsessed Heart
Chapter 51 - 50

Chapter 51: Chapter 50

With a soft exhale of relief, Raiden’s features softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched Hiro with affectionate amusement. He sat up and reached out a hand, gently brushing Hiro’s tousled hair away from his forehead. In that moment he confirmed that Hiro was actually real and any lingering traces of panic melted away, replaced by a sense of warmth and contentment at having Hiro close by.

He had spent a large part of the night talking to his therapist, trying to reign in his anger. Normally, when he gets angry, he becomes impulsive and does things he regrets later on. Sometimes he hurt the people around him on purpose, just to let out some steam. He became a total jerk and he hated being like that so he opted for therapy so he could get better.

He had badly wanted to hurt Sora last night but after doing a few breathing exercises with his doctor via video call, he went to his room to find Hiro fast asleep.

Hiro was just so adorable. He looked calm and slept so peacefully that it just made all his anger dissipate. Hurting Sora meant hurting Hiro and Raiden knew he couldn’t do it. Despite how much Sora had hurt him in the past, he knew that taking revenge would jeopardize the relationship he was starting to build with Hiro and he couldn’t let that happen. He had already done so much to finally have Hiro by his side. He wasn’t going to throw it all away.

"W-What are you doing here?" Hiro asked, shocked. He realised that Raiden was shirtless and his eyes widened. Did he and Raiden share a bed? How did he not know? How did he not feel him?

"What do you mean?" Raiden asked, a small smile dancing on his lips. "This is my room. This is my bed. I can sleep here whenever I want."

Hiro went silent for he realised it was true. Then he gazed down at himself. "Where are my clothes? Why am I wearing your shirt? Did you change me into this last night?"

"Your clothes are in the trash." Raiden replied nonchalantly. "How can you even call those things clothes? You don’t need them anymore. As long as you’re with me, you will never wear such rags again."

Hiro felt a little offended. Sure his clothes were worn out and they had some holes but they were still his clothes. He folded his arms, gazing at Raiden sternly. "Did you change me?"

Raiden smirked. "What do you think?"

He had quite enjoyed himself too. He had to admit that it was one of the things that calmed him down. At first, he was afraid that Hiro would wake up but when he didn’t, he became bolder. He might have also touched some parts a bit and stolen some kisses too which led him to having a cold shower. Anyway, what Hiro didn’t know would not cause any problems.

Hiro couldn’t believe it. Raiden was so close to him last night but he didn’t feel a thing. Was he that exhausted?

"Come here." Raiden said, patting his lap.

Hiro wanted to refuse instantly but then, he recalled that he was bound by his word to Raiden. Raiden had saved his sister in exchange for having him for a year. It was his duty to please Raiden. With a sigh, he crawled towards Raiden and propped himself on Raiden’s lap. A light dust of pink coloured his cheeks and ears as he sat the way Raiden taught him.

Facing Raiden with his legs spread on either side.

This certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Raiden who was quite pleased. "Good boy." He praised, raising a hand to stroke Hiro’s cheek. "You learn fast."

Hiro’s cheeks went red and he ducked his face shyly, not wanting Raiden to see. It was weird, being praised in such a way but Hiro also couldn’t help but feel somewhat good.

Raiden’s voice was deep and magnetic. It had a warmth to it that wrapped around him like a comforting embrace, soothing and reassuring.

Raiden put his hand to Hiro’s chin, raising his head so their eyes could meet. Hiro’s sandy-brown hair, tousled from sleep, framed his delicate features, giving him an endearing, slightly disheveled appearance. His champagne-coloured eyes shimmered with warmth. Though a hint of redness betrayed the fatigue of the previous night, there was an undeniable charm to his small stature and cute, slightly rumpled appearance that turned Raiden terribly on.

Hiro looked petite and adorable in his oversized shirt, which engulfed his slender frame, the neckline slipping down one shoulder. It was far too large for him so it draped loosely around his mid-thighs, leaving his smooth, creamy skin exposed from thigh to toes. Raiden smiled as he recalled the feel of Hiro’s smooth skin under his fingers when he changed his clothes last night.

"Move closer," Raiden commanded, his voice authoritative and unwavering. There was a commanding force behind his words, like the crashing waves of an ocean storm, compelling and irresistible.

As Hiro heard those two simple words, he felt no choice but to move closer. There was some kind of force in Raiden’s voice that seemed to wrap around him and pull him in. When he was close enough, Raiden wrapped his arms around his waist and did a slow grind against his butt.

Hiro shivered and held onto Raiden by putting his hands on Raiden’s broad shoulders so he could steady himself. His underwear wasn’t of good quality. It was very light and thin so despite Raiden’s sweatpants, he could still feel the turgid member grinding into him and the heat emanating from it.

"R-Raiden...ah!" He called out, surprised by the sudden move but what Raiden did next shocked him even more.

He felt Raiden directly dig his hands into his underwear and cup both his asscheeks tight, eliciting a small moan from him. Raiden’s palms felt so hot and big against his skin. His fingers played with his ass, squeezing and pulling, pressing him down again and again on that long hard rod within Raiden’s sweatpants.

"Nghh..." Hiro felt his own member quickly react and he buried his face in Raiden’s chest, feeling embarrassed to have been turned on by the situation. Ever since Raiden sucked him off and made him experience the pleasure of cumming from having a partner, he realised that he was quick to get hard.