“So you don’t mind? At all?” Hiro asked, still surprised at Raiden’s nonchalant attitude towards the issue. Sothing made him feel like Raiden actually wanted people to know.
“I don’t.” Raiden answered. “No one can do anything to us even if they know. Now, co and try this on.” He shook the white suit in his hand, looking eager to see Hiro in it. It made Hiro feel like Raiden was even more concerned about the clothes than his reputation. He shrugged. Well, if Raiden didn’t care then why should he? He collected the white suit and walked back into the changing room.
Raiden watched as he did so. Well, he watched Hiro’s ass as Hiro walked, feeling his crotch tighten at the sight of those tight bubbly buns swinging sexily with each step. When Hiro disappeared behind the door, he closed his eyes and groaned as his mind conjured up a hundred images of the things he could do to Hiro behind closed doors. Things he had imagined and replayed in his mind more than a thousand tis since the day he first masturbated to Hiro’s picture and realised he was gay and attracted to Hiro.
He shook his head, trying to dispel the images for he already knew the kind of torture they would bring. Especially since he couldn’t go all the way with Hiro just yet. He would have but after what had happened in the hospital and how he lost control, he decided to take things slow and let Mother Nature work her magic. Maybe it would be Hiro who would ask for it.
A wide grin appeared on his lips as he imagined Hiro begging him to fuck him. He sighed. What an amazing day that would be. He would tie Hiro up, edge him repeatedly until Hiro couldn’t take it anymore then fuck him and let him have the best orgasm of his life! Oh how amazing that would be.
He suddenly felt a little liquid run down his nose. He touched it and wasn’t surprised to find out that it was blood. Calmly, he took out a handkerchief and wiped it, trying to reign in his wild imaginations. It wasn’t the first ti he was having a nosebleed due to his vivid perverted imaginations about Hiro.
anwhile, in the changing room, as Hiro stood in the white suit, feeling its soft fabric against his skin, a wave of emotions crashed over him like a tidal wave. It had been four long years since he had last worn a suit of similar colour. In fact, he could rember when clearly. It was a night etched in his mory with both pain and sorrow.
The mory flooded back to him, unbidden yet relentless. It was the night his parents were supposed to launch their ground-breaking new product, a mont they had all been eagerly anticipating. His parents had spent years perfecting the drug and had finally done it but instead of a celebration, the night had ended in devastation.
Hiro could rember the flashing lights of the police cars, the confusion and fear that had gripped him as he watched his parents being escorted away in handcuffs. Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. The weight of that night still lingered heavily upon him, a burden he had carried silently for years. Not to ntion that since his parents were put behind bars, he had never set eyes on them even to this day. No matter how many tis he went, both of them refused to see him until he got tired and stopped going entirely. It was at the mont he realised how much he missed them but there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t force them to see him.
Anyway, it was all in the past. He wiped his tears and put on a smile as he brushed the suit and stepped out of the changing room. His sister was still alive. His brother was okay. He was okay. Everything was going to be fine.
Raiden’s eyes widened when he set his eyes on Hiro. He thought the black suit was fine but the white suit was even better.
The pristine white suit draped elegantly over his fra, accentuating his lean fra. The crisp lines of the suit highlighted Raiden’s impeccable taste, and its luxurious fabric added an air of sophistication to his deanour.
Against the backdrop of the white suit, Hiro’s sandy brown hair took on a warm, sun-kissed glow, creating a striking contrast that draws the eye. Each strand seems to catch the light of the room, adding depth to his overall appearance. His champagne-colored eyes sparkled with a subtle intensity and innocence that made Raiden’s heart lt. He felt like he was falling for Hiro all over again.
He gestured Hiro to move closer and when he did, Raiden frowned, imdiately noticing that sothing was wrong. Hiro’s lashes were glistening with moisture and he looked sad. “What’s wrong? You don’t like the suit?” he asked, concerned.
Hiro shook his head. “I like the suit. Nothing’s wrong.”
Raiden didn’t believe Hiro one bit. He had watched and observed Hiro closely for years. He knew when sothing was bothering Hiro and he could bet on his life that Hiro had cried.
“Sothing’s wrong.” He insisted. “What is it? What made you upset? Are you hurt sowhere? Tell .” He began to inspect Hiro’s body for any kind of injury.
“It’s nothing, Raiden.” Hiro said, taking a step back. He was a bit surprised that Raiden had caught him instantly. He didn’t even cry much and he had made sure to wipe his face clean. How could Raiden tell? Even his brother was not able to tell whenever he did it. He then tried to change the topic. “I’m okay. What should I try next?”
But despite his attempt to brush off Raiden’s concern, Raiden refused to let it go. He stepped closer and enveloped Hiro in a warm embrace.
"Hiro," He murmured softly, his voice filled with compassion, "Tell what’s bothering you. Please. Whatever it is, I’m here for you. You can trust .” He couldn’t take it knowing Hiro was upset. He also didn’t care if the reason was minute. Whatever upset Hro was huge to him and he would try all he could to make sure Hiro felt better.
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