Beneath the Surface: Secrets of an Obsessed Heart-Chapter 151 - 150

“I love you too.” He whispered, rubbing his hips against Raiden’s bare stomach, the silver cage pressing against his abdomen.

“Um, Raiden...” Hiro called when Raiden didn’t say anything about the thing holding his dick captive. “It hurts... a little. What... what is it?”

Raiden chuckled quietly, brushing Hiro’s hair back as he trailed his fingers down to the locked device. “That, sweetheart, is your cock cage,” he said, gently. “It’s part of your punishment. You’re not allowed to cum more than once a day and this’ll help with that.”

Hiro let out a soft, almost petulant whine. “But... is there any way to lift it? The punishment I mean.” he asked, lips brushing Raiden’s collarbone. “I don’t like this cage.”

Raiden laughed, the sound low and warm as he kissed the top of Hiro’s head. “Maybe,” he said. “If you keep waking me up like that... I might consider it.”

Hiro’s cheeks and ears went a deep shade of red. He didn’t even know how he mustered up the courage to do that. How would he do it everyday? But then, he really didn’t like the cage. With a shy but determined nod, he murmured, “Then I’ll do it. I’ll wake you up like that every day.”

So long as the cage would be taken off and he’d be allowed to cum. Besides, he didn’t mind. He enjoyed sucking Raiden off. It was the only time he could focus on Raiden’s reactions to his touch and they were amazing. To think he could make someone like Raiden feel this way.

Knowing that Raiden made those expressions and sounds because of him filled him with happiness and pride.

Raiden chuckled, pulling him closer, wrapping both arms tight around him. “That’s my good boy,” he whispered before kissing him again.

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Hiro sat quietly in the passenger seat of Raiden’s sleek black car, the low hum of the engine and the soft murmur of Raiden’s voice on the phone the only sounds in the space between them. His gaze, however, was fixed not on the road ahead, but on Raiden himself.

His man looked effortlessly lethal and devastatingly handsome in a black three-piece suit, tailored perfectly to suit his broad frame. The top two buttons of his crisp white dress shirt were undone, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest—toned, pale skin that Hiro had traced with his fingers just that morning. The memory made heat rise to his cheeks and his eyes flicked upwards to Raiden’s hair. He didn’t want to get turned on. Not with the cage still trapping his dick. Raiden had refused to remove it no matter how hard he begged.

Raiden’s dark hair was slicked back, the only rebellion being the few crimson-streaked strands that had fallen forward, framing those intense, smokey-grey eyes. Eyes that had looked at him with raw, unfiltered pleasure a few hours ago, eyes that had made him feel powerful, wanted, needed. There was a thrill that bloomed in his chest at the thought. That he could make someone like Raiden come undone.

Hiro’s fingers were curled gently in Raiden’s left hand, resting between them on the console. Even as Raiden spoke to his secretary—Miss Ling, judging by the clipped, professional tone—he never let go. In fact, Raiden gave his hand a slow, deliberate squeeze, thumb gently brushing over his knuckles.

Raiden was still on the call, but when their eyes met, he smiled—a warm, knowing smile that made Hiro’s heart stumble in his chest. Then, with an arch of his brow, Raiden mouthed: ‘What are you thinking about?’

Hiro’s face flushed a deeper shade of red, the tips of his ears burning as he quickly looked away, flustered but unable to stop the shy smile that tugged at his lips.

Raiden’s fingers tightened slightly around his once more and Raiden took the hand to his lips, brushing a tender kiss over the back of his knuckles. The touch was warm against Hiro’s cool skin, sending a flutter through his chest that spread all the way down to his toes. His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at Raiden—this man who was strength and shadow and quiet tenderness all at once.

He wondered just how he ended up with someone like Raiden. What did he do to deserve such a man? A man that treated him like a princess, like his entire world.

Raiden ended his call smoothly, tapping his airpod. “Would you like to see your sister today?” he asked, glancing at Hiro with a soft smile. “Or is there something else you want to do?”

Hiro thought about it for a moment then said; “My sister. It’s been a while since I saw her.”

Raiden nodded and turned the wheel smoothly, changing direction. “What about school?” he asked after a beat. “Have you thought about it? Do you want to go back?”

Hiro shook his head. “I’m not sure I want to go back to school right now,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to their intertwined fingers. “I used to want to study photography, but I don’t know anymore. I’m not really interested in it now.”

“Then what are you interested in?” Raiden asked, his voice low and curious, stealing a side glance at Hiro. Fuck, Hiro looked so cute when he was thinking. Then again, Hiro always looked cute. Especially in the jeans and pink baggy sweater. Hiro had chosen his clothes but he was the one who chose what Hiro was wearing underneath. A pink lace thong and fuck. He could vividly recall how Hiro’s caned ass looked in them. Pink, plump, and very eatable.

Hiro raised his free hand to his chin, unaware of his boyfriend’s thoughts. “I’m not sure... maybe food?” he said slowly. “Michi and I visited a bunch of restaurants that week you travelled and every time I tried a new dish, I felt something...”

His eyes lit up and he sat up as he started to speak enthusiastically. “Like this little jolt of excitement? I don’t know if you get what I’m saying. Like, I felt so happy. Especially when I tasted something totally unexpected—like this creamy uni pasta at that seafood fusion place, or the strawberry curry from that experimental spot in Yeonnam. It was like... like art, but edible. I started keeping notes, rating dishes, even imagining how I’d improve them if I ever made them myself. It was fun.”

Raiden smiled, genuinely interested as Hiro’s voice grew more animated, hands gesturing now as he spoke.

“I think I want to explore that more,” Hiro said with a small laugh. “Not cooking exactly, but food. Restaurants. Tasting. Critiquing. Is that weird?”

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