(BL) Mafia Love; He who falls the hardest loses-Chapter 149: Apologize

The wet sounds of their joining echoed off the tiles, mingling with Haruki’s low moans. But the counter wasn’t enough; Hiroshi pulled out with a slick pop, leaving Haruki aching and empty, then hoisted him up, carrying him to the bedroom.

The air cooled their damp skin as Hiroshi laid him on the smooth sheets, climbing over with a predatory glint softened by affection.

Re-entering in one deep shove, Hiroshi hit that spot dead-on, wrenching a cry from Haruki. The pace quickened, bed creaking under the force, Hiroshi’s body covering his.

Warm, insistent, the slight roughness in his grips on Haruki’s thighs a mark of their short time together, a way to claim what Haruki usually directed.

Sweat slicked their skin, the room heavy with musk and the faint lavender from the linens. Haruki felt the coil tighten unbearably, every nerve firing, his control fraying as pleasure overrode everything.

’Wait . . . stop,’ Haruki panted at his limit, the overwhelming sensations teetering on too much, even as his hips bucked up subconsciously, chasing the friction, his inner muscles fluttering around Hiroshi’s length.

Hiroshi froze mid-thrust, buried deep, his expression a mix of concern and restrained hunger. ’Haruki?’ But Haruki’s body betrayed his words, clenching greedily, pulling Hiroshi closer.

When Hiroshi eased back slightly, teasing the edge, Haruki shattered his own hesitation. He rocked forward on his own, recapturing the connection, his voice breaking into a plea: ’Don’t stop . . . more, please.’

The admission fueled Hiroshi, who growled and slammed back in, thrusts turning fervent, hand wrapping around Haruki’s throbbing cock to stroke firmly.

The tension snapped like a wire. Haruki’s orgasm crashed over him, vision spotting as his release erupted in thick spurts across his chest, ass spasming wildly around Hiroshi, drawing out every pulse.

Hiroshi chased his own peak, groaning as he spilled into the condom, hips stuttering, body trembling with the force.

Hiroshi sensed it instantly, his impatience melting into tender care. He withdrew carefully, surveying the disarray. Streaks of cum on Haruki’s skin, sheets damp and twisted.

’I’ve got you,’ he said softly, kissing Haruki’s temple before rising to dispose of the condom.

Returning, he cradled Haruki against his chest, carrying him back to the bathroom. The tub filled with steaming water, bubbles foaming gently, and Hiroshi settled them both in, his hands gliding over Haruki’s body with soap, washing away the evidence with warm strokes that eased the lingering aches.

Haruki sighed, leaning into the gentleness, Hiroshi’s roughness forgotten in the afterglow although he made a mental note to warn the man next time.

He stripped the bed and fresh sheets from the closet, soft and cool, were tucked in place, the mattress fluffing under the new cover. Once clean, Hiroshi lifted Haruki, dried him meticulously, before sliding them under the covers, his arm curling protectively around Haruki’s waist.

’Sleep,’ Hiroshi whispered, lips brushing Haruki’s ear, the warmth of his body causing Haruki to bury his face in his chest.

***

Haruki groaned as he stretched. The arms around him limited his movements causing him to turn to the man.

Hiroshi was still deeply asleep as though he was the one who was rocked fiercely last night. Haruki thinking of how Hiroshi seemed to have gotten really bold last night, could not hold back the urge to grab a handful of Hiroshi’s hair.

He pulled the hair causing Hiroshi’s brown eyes to open. He met Haruki’s gaze calmly despite Haruki’s grip on his hair tightening.

"Good morning," he murmured a warm smile lifting the corners of his lips as his arms around Haruki tightened slightly.

Haruki felt the urge to pull harder but fearing that the man would lose his lush brown hair, he held back and roughly pulled the man’s hands away from his waist.

"Good morning," Hiroshi repeated as he sat up along with Haruki. He moved close to Haruki who was sitting on the edge of the bed and rested his hand on Haruki’s shoulder. "Good morning," he murmured his warm breath brushing against Haruki’s ear.

Holding back a shiver from such action, Haruki pushed the man’s head away. "Good morning," he finally replied as he rose up from the bed and stretched completely.

Hiroshi’s smile broadened at Haruki’s response. He got down from the bed too and followed Haruki into the bathroom.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Haruki turned and glared at the man.

"I need to use the bathroom too," Hiroshi replied moving closer to Haruki.

Haruki wondered what they had served his doctor to make him so fearless. After the tossing about of last night, the man seemed energised. The only thing preventing Haruki from holding his aching as he walked was his ego.

Hiroshi moved even closer despite Haruki’s glares. He hugged Haruki and slid his hands up and down Haruki’s body, focusing on his pressure points.

His touch was gentle before he slowly increased the pressure slightly. Haruki bit the inside of his lower lip, but he could not bite back the hum he made with the increase in pressure.

"Can I clean up first?" Hiroshi asked. He wished they were at his home, it would have been easier for him to go downstairs to prep something for Haruki himself but he was in the main house with a couple of very talented chefs.

Haruki closed his eyes and allowed himself to lean into the man’s chest as the massage continued.

"If you don’t have anything urgent to do now, could you sleep a bit more?" Hiroshi asked even though his first question went unanswered.

"I have woken up," Haruki murmured. "Will you massage me first?" Haruki asked after a few seconds. With the careful massage, he felt the urge to yawn.

"Sure," Hiroshi replied. Hiroshi led Haruki back to the bed. His fingers skillfully moved over Haruki’s waist. "My brother will come over as usual to play golf."

"Hmm," Haruki replied nonchalantly as his eyes blinked sleepily.

***

When it was about saving his brother, Aki was ready to go on his knees to beg Haruki but as soon as he saw Haruki stepping down from the golf cart, he felt his hands tremble on his side.

Clenching his fist tightly and pressing his teeth together painfully, he still could not rein in the lava ready to erupt. With every step Haruki took with Hiroshi coming from behind, the less he could control himself.

He rushed forward throwing a fist towards Haruki’s temple. Haruki was pulled backwards by Hiroshi. Two guards rushed forward blocking his path in a couple of seconds. Their eyes were cold, it was obvious they would not hesitate to hurt Aki if need be.

Haruki’s eyes widened slightly before a small smile reduced their size. "You are gutsy," Haruki murmured. He knew that punch was coming and had no intention of stopping it.

He wanted to allow Aki to vent his anger after all, his elder brother had almost died. Hiroshi stopped meaning he had no need to bother about compensation to the victim’s brother.

Hiroshi’s action of shielding him with his body made his gaze turn cold. He tapped Hiroshi and nodded when Hiroshi turned to him but the man stood firmly unwilling to move away.

Aki sighed and looked down at his clenched fist.

"Fine. I won’t do anything."

Hiroshi still stood in front of Haruki his gaze calm. His eyes were not hostile but it was not difficult to notice that his usually warm eyes had lost all atom of warmth.

"Apologise," Hiroshi said firmly meeting Aki’s gaze. He could understand why Aki tried to attack Haruki but he wasn’t accepting such behaviour.

Aki’s eyes widened. He had never seen his brother this defensive of anyone. With every second he pressed his lips tightly unwilling to apologise, the colder his brother’s gaze got. He could see that if he didn’t apologise, he could lose the relationship he had with his brother.

"What are you waiting for?" Hiroshi’s voice came out colder than he intended as he spoke. He thought of that punch hitting Haruki. He imagined what damage it would do to the man’s beautiful face. The thought of it made his heart ache beyond comprehension.

Haruki feeling Hiroshi’s grip on his wrist tightened could understand how angry the man was with his brother. He wanted to tell him there was no need to do that after all, Aki had come to play with them and there was no need for him to be hostile to his guest however, he remained still.

He allowed Hiroshi to hold his wrist to keep him hidden behind him. There was something heartwarming about receiving such protection. It went way beyond simply what was happening at the moment to how he would have loved to be hidden behind someone when he suffered as a kid.

He looked up at Hiroshi’s broad back shielding him and the corners of his lips lifted softly. If he had such a back protecting him from the discrimination and hatred of the world when he was young, he would have had a much happier childhood.