Episode 5

Akihiro’s breath hitched, trapped between the leather seat and the heat of two bodies pressing in on either side. His chest rose and fell rapidly, every nerve screaming with confusion—fear, longing, anger, and something far more dangerous.

Hajun’s lips lingered at his ear, whispering against his skin. “You taste exactly like I dreamed.”

Haru’s hand slid lower, fingers grazing the curve of Akihiro’s hip through the fabric of his clothes. His touch was gentle, almost trembling, yet his eyes burned with hunger. “Don’t push us away, Aki. You’ve been ours since the beginning.”

Akihiro turned his head sharply, trying to break free. “Stop—this isn’t—” But his protest melted into a sharp gasp when Hajun caught his chin, forcing his lips apart with a bruising kiss. The rough press of tongue and teeth sent shivers down his spine, heat pooling low in his stomach despite his desperate attempts to resist.

Haru leaned closer, his lips brushing the other side of Akihiro’s neck, soft but insistent. He mouthed at the skin just below his ear, leaving warmth, then heat, then the sting of teeth. A small sound escaped Akihiro’s throat before he could silence it.

“Don’t,” he whispered, but his voice broke.

Hajun pulled back just enough to study him, golden eyes dark with obsession. “Don’t what? Don’t make you remember how much you wanted this too?”

The words struck deep. Memories of childish embraces, promises beneath the persimmon tree, the warmth of two golden lights beside him—Akihiro’s defenses cracked, his body betraying him even as his mind screamed to resist.

Haru’s hand slid beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers tracing the line of his waist. “You’ve grown… but here—” he pressed his palm against Akihiro’s racing heartbeat, “—you’re still the same. Still ours.”

Akihiro’s breath came ragged, torn between panic and need. His fists clenched weakly against Hajun’s chest, but Hajun caught them effortlessly, pinning them above his head against the seat. His dominance was absolute, his kiss returning, hungrier than before, devouring every sound Akihiro tried to make.

The car windows fogged thicker, the world outside erased. Only heat, breath, and the suffocating closeness of two obsessions remained.

Haru shifted closer, his knee brushing against Akihiro’s thigh, his hand slipping higher, bolder. The gentleness in him was gone now, replaced by the quiet intensity of someone who had waited too long. His lips trailed from Akihiro’s neck to his collarbone, marking the pale skin with desperate reverence.

Akihiro’s body arched instinctively, a choked moan breaking free before he could stop it. His eyes widened in horror at the sound, but Hajun’s smirk deepened, predatory.

“There it is,” Hajun murmured, his voice low and rough. “The sound I’ve been starving for.”

Haru’s breath ghosted hot against Akihiro’s skin as he whispered, “You can’t hide from us, Aki. Not anymore.”

Pinned, trembling, his mind a storm of resistance and surrender, Akihiro felt the truth sink deep into his bones. The twins weren’t boys anymore—they were men, relentless and unyielding, and their obsession had only sharpened with time.

And in the suffocating heat of the car, beneath their golden flames, he realized with a rush of fear and longing—his heart was already burning.

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