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It’s - building pressure in his body, like he’s going to burst. “Nnh,” Aruto says, and keeps saying, all other words escaping him at the moment.
Jin looks up from where he is, all bright eyes and bright smile, like he’s not currently pushing cold fingers into Aruto so hard that Aruto can’t even think right now. Then again, Aruto can’t really think in general. That was the agreement. He doesn’t want to think, and Jin said he learned what gets humans to stop thinking about nightmares-
Jin pulls his fingers out and presses in again, three instead of two, and Aruto forgets his train of thought again .
He’s usually - he usually hates this. There’s an arm over his breasts, and he wants to cross his legs so that Jin doesn’t see, but Jin’s smiling at him like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“You’re cute like this, Zero-One,” he says, and Aruto’s whole body flushes. Cute? When he’s - when his whole body is like this …?
“Aah-” He can’t let anything out except small noises, and he claps a hand over his mouth. It’s like his body isn’t listening to him, hot and soft and pliant, and he can’t do anything but listen to it in turn.
“Don’t cover your mouth.” Jin’s pouting. What did Aruto do to make him upset? God, his head’s spinning, his heart squeezing and pounding in turn. It’s like he’s melting into Jin’s grip, falling apart and into pieces that can only be aligned back together - it’s not who he was, not really, but maybe it’s more beautiful like this.
He’s - his whole body is embarrassing, he’s embarrassing, it’s awful, but Jin’s pupils are blown wide to the point Aruto can almost see the reflection that holds the him Jin’s seeing in them. Something beautiful. Something - worth it, maybe.
Jin’s free hand gently tugs his wrist, leaving Aruto’s fingers trailing against his skin as it moves away - he’s hyper aware of his own body, of the way he feels present rather than detached, the flash of heat circulating through it like a second heartbeat. Or a first heartbeat, really -
Someone’s whining. It takes a moment for Aruto to realize it’s his own voice, body shivering as Jin pulls his fingers out again, trailing against Aruto’s labia - there’s a shocking realization of just how wet he is, something slick against the inside of his thighs, enough that his face flushes again.
Jin’s free hand moves to his breasts this time, though. For a startling second, Aruto almost asks him to stop - and he knows Jin would, it’s not fear that he wouldn’t. It’s just - he’s never -
“Cute,” Jin repeats. “Cute.” He pulls at one of Aruto’s nipples under where his hand is covering, twisting, enough that it doesn’t hurt but it feels - warm. Warm, warm, his whole body is so warm, that heat like something burning inside of his veins.
Burning falcon
, his mind offers, and Aruto laughs a little - though it dissolves into another whine. He feels so loud. “Everyone’s gonna - know,” Aruto says, like they’re in public and not his shitty apartment.
“Let them!” A grin, wide and toothy, and the idea of everyone knowing - the fact that he is nothing but Jin’s right now, the president of Hiden Intelligence getting broken into pieces by a humagear, every little piece
owned
- is like a jolt to his entire body. “You can be mine, then, Zero-One!”
Aruto does moan, then, a noise like “ahhn”, nothing coherent or understandable. Maybe that has to do with how Jin presses in, his thumb on Aruto’s clit, pressing hard - and maybe it has to do with the idea of giving himself up, becoming someone else’s completely. It’s lovely. It’s too lovely to bear. The fact that anyone would - want him that much -
Aruto’s shaking. His head’s seizing up, heart squeezing - he’s probably going to come, already, just by being taken care of like this - but he doesn’t want this moment to end. The feeling of being full, his heart and body both, is indescribable. Warm, that’s all he can put words to. That feeling of pure warmth. A comforting feeling, rather than burning up, at this point.
“Jin,” he says. And then he says it again, and again. “Jin - Jin -” There needs to be reverence put on the name, for how it’s made him feel like something worth it. Built him up from scratch.
Before he realizes it, Aruto’s pulling Jin down on top of him, holding him close. It’s a strange sort of hug, but Jin holds him back with his free arm.
“I’m here, Zero-One.”
Maybe, maybe, he can see himself being loved like this. A little bit at a time.