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"Aah, fuck.."
It was too much. The kiss, the hand, the crushing, delicious pressure.
Every pull of Meical's fist sent jolts of white-hot pleasure straight to Min-jae's core. He could feel every ridge, every vein, the overwhelming difference in their sizes creating a friction that was perfectly maddening.
He was melting, dissolving into the bed, into Meical's touch.
Meical finally broke the kiss, his own breath coming in harsh gusts against Min-jae's wet lips. He didn't stop the relentless, twisting motion of his wrist. His eyes were locked on where his hand worked their bodies, a look of fierce, hungry possession on his face.
"Look" Meical commanded, his voice a raw, guttural thing. "Look at us."
Min-jae's eyes, heavy-lidded and glazed, drifted downward. The sight stole what little breath he had left. His own pale, leaking length was sheathed alongside Meical's much thicker, fairer one, both glistening, both sliding together in a slick, rhythmic dance within the circle of Meical's fingers.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
He didn't read this in the novel!?
A broken sob escaped him. His hips gave an involuntary, stuttering thrust upward, seeking more of that impossible friction. His hands, which had been gripping the sheets, flew to Meical's shoulders, his nails digging into the hard muscle there, anchoring himself as the pleasure began to coil, tight and urgent, deep in his belly.
"M-Meical…" he choked out, a plea and a prayer.
Meical's pace increased, his strokes becoming faster, more purposeful. The sound of skin sliding against wet skin filled the room, a lewd, rhythmic music that matched their pounding hearts.
He dropped his head, his forehead resting against Min-jae's, his eyes burning into him.
"That's it.." he growled, his voice thick with his own need. "Let me feel you. Let me feel you fall apart for me."
He shifted his grip slightly, his thumb swiping over the sensitive tips of both their cocks on every upstroke, smearing the fluid that leaked freely from them.
The world narrowed to that single point of contact. Min-jae could feel the tension coiling unbearably tight, a spring wound to its breaking point.
His back arched off the bed, a silent scream forming on his lips. He was right there, teetering on the very edge, his entire existence focused on the rough heat of Meical's hand and the command in his dark, burning eyes.
"Aah, ah, yes.."
Meical watched the ecstasy shatter across Min-jae's face, feeling the telltale tremors begin to wrack his body. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Min-jae's ear, his voice a dark, velvet promise.
"Now. Come for me.."
The command was a detonation. A white-hot shatter of pure sensation tore through Min-jae, his body seizing as his release painted their stomachs in hot, pulsing stripes. The world dissolved into a shuddering, breathless void, his cries muffled against Meical's shoulder as he rode out the waves of his climax, each tremor wringing another helpless gasp from his lungs.
Meical held him through it, his own breathing ragged, the thick, musky scent of their passion saturating the air between them. He watched, enthralled, as the final aftershocks left Min-jae boneless and pliant beneath him, his eyes glazed and unfocused.
"Ah fuck.."
Min-jae floated in a hazy, sated warmth, the frantic beating of his heart slowly beginning to steady.
He felt spent, utterly consumed, and for a moment, he thought it was over.
That the storm had passed.
He was wrong.
Meical's grip on him loosened. But instead of collapsing beside him, Meical shifted back, his intense gaze fixed on Min-jae's face.
He studied the flushed cheeks, the parted, swollen lips, the dazed look in those wide, emotional eyes. The air, thick with the smell of sex, grew heavy with a new kind of tension.
A slow, predatory smile touched Meical's lips. His eyes darkened, the possessive heat in them banked but far from extinguished.
He leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that scratched against Min-jae's oversensitive nerves.
"I want to see you touch yourself, Kaizar."
The haze shattered.
Min-jae's eyes, which had begun to drift shut, flew open. A fresh jolt of something hot and sharp lanced through his spent body.
His breath hitched, catching painfully in his throat.
What?
He stared up at Meical, confusion and a flicker of panic warring with the raw, nervous energy now sparking back to life inside him. "I… I just did…"
"No.." Meical corrected, his tone leaving no room for argument. His thumb stroked a slow, possessive line through the mess on Min-jae's abdomen. "I made you come. Now, I want to watch you do it. For me."
The command was explicit, humiliating, and unbearably erotic. A deep blush flooded Min-jae's pale skin, from his chest to the tips of his ears.
His gaze dropped from Meical's intense stare, falling to his own hand, lying limp on the sheet beside his hip. It felt like a foreign object, heavy and incapable.
"I… can't.." he whispered, the protest weak even to his own ears. His body, moments ago lax with satisfaction, was now humming with a renewed, anxious awareness.
He felt exposed in a completely new way.
This wasn't about what Meical could wring from him; it was about what he would willingly give, under that scorching, judgmental gaze.
"You can.." Meical murmured, his voice dropping into that dark, velvety register that made Min-jae's insides clench. "And you will." He settled back on his heels, a king on his throne, his own magnificent body on display. His eyes never left Min-jae's face.
"Show me how you please yourself when you're alone in your bed at night. Show me what you think about."
The implication sent another wave of heat through Min-jae. His fingers twitched.
Hesitantly, as if moving through water, his hand crept downward. His heart was hammering again, a frantic, panicked rhythm that echoed in his ears.
He couldn't look at Meical. He focused on the ceiling, on the faint texture of the sheets beneath him anything but the dark eyes drinking in his every movement.
His fingertips brushed his own slick, sensitive flesh, and he flinched at the contact.
It was too much, too soon.
A soft, broken sound escaped him.
"Fuck.." he let out.
"Look at me, Kaizar."
The command was soft, but absolute. Min-jae's eyes, wide and shimmering, were dragged downward until they met Meical's.
The raw hunger he saw there stole the air from his lungs. Meical wasn't just watching; he was devouring the sight, committing every twitch, every hesitant gasp to memory.