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Meical's lips dragged away slowly, deliberately, as though tasting the last of Min-jae's breath before letting him go.
Min-jae panted hard, his chest heaving, his entire body trembling against the solid wall of muscle holding him up. He was flushed, dizzy, his lips tingling so much it almost hurt.
For a moment, their foreheads touched. The closeness was unbearable and every inhale carried the faint warmth of Meical's breath.
Meical's gaze burned into him, unwavering. His thumb brushed along Min-jae's lower lip, slow and possessive, leaving his mouth parted in helpless surrender.
"If I don't stop now…" Meical's voice was low, hoarse, sending a dangerous shiver down Min-jae's spine. "You won't leave this chair tonight."
Min-jae froze. His heart thudded violently against his ribs, a lump catching in his throat.
He tried to laugh, tried to mask the way his body betrayed him but the sound came out broken.
"Y-you're bluffing."
Meical didn't answer. He just leaned in, so close Min-jae thought their mouths would meet again.
For a second, Min-jae wanted it—God help him, he wanted it.
But instead, Meical pulled back, slowly, his smirk sharp and knowing.
The kiss had ended, but it hadn't ended.
And that was worse.
Min-jae pressed a shaky hand to his lips, glaring half-heartedly to cover up the storm inside him. But even as he turned away, he knew sleep would be impossible tonight.
Not with the taste of Meical still clinging to his mouth.
Not with the fire still crawling under his skin.
Meical's gaze lingered on his face, thumb brushing across Min-jae's lip.
"Did you enjoy it? You're all red and trembling… I can feel you throbbing."
Min-jae's face burned. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Tch. That's just a biological reaction!"
But then his eyes narrowed, a sharp little smile tugging his lips.
"...And don't say it like it's only me. You're hard too."
The words dropped heavy between them.
For a second, even Meical blinked, his smirk faltering before curving wider, deeper, like a predator pleased with its prey.
"Mm. So you noticed." His voice was low, rough, dangerous.
Min-jae froze when Meical shifted just enough for him to feel it—thick, hot, and undeniably real, pressed against his thigh.
His eyes flew wide, and he almost jolted out of the chair if not for Meical's iron grip holding him down.
"Wh—why are you—"
"Because of you." Meical cut him off, his gaze dark, his lips brushing so close Min-jae could barely think. "You drive me fucking insane, Kaizar.."
The words alone made Min-jae's body quake, but when Meical's hips rolled the slightest fraction, Min-jae gasped, clinging to him as though he'd drown otherwise.
The chair groaned in protest. Meical smirked against his lips. "If we keep this up, the chair won't survive."
He didn't give Min-jae a chance to argue instead he stood, sweeping Min-jae effortlessly into his arms.
Min-jae's breath stuttered as he was carried, his head pressed against Meical's shoulder, until his back met the cool sheets of the bed.
The sudden contrast made him shiver.
The sheets whispered beneath him as Meical lowered him onto the bed. Min-jae swallowed hard, the air thick, his skin prickling under the weight of Meical's stare.
He shouldn't look—he really shouldn't—but his eyes betrayed him, dragging downward until they landed on the straining bulge in Meical's trousers. His breath hitched. Even clothed, it looked… obscene.
He realized then how exposed he was, dressed only in Meical's shirt, his thighs bare against the cool air.
And then he felt it: Meical's palm sliding over his waist, down his thigh, firm and unyielding. Fingers spread, urging his legs apart before tugging him closer.
Min-jae's heart nearly stopped.
His hand trembled as it rose, hesitated, then caught the zipper of Meical's trousers. He shouldn't—God, he shouldn't but the metallic rasp filled the air as he dragged it down. The cage gave way, freeing the beast within.
His eyes widened, heat rushing through his face as his breath stuttered. Even after seeing it for the third time… he still couldn't get used to the size.
The heavy weight of it pressed against his stomach, the sight both terrifying and intoxicating.
Before he could stop himself, his own hand faltered downward. With a shaky breath, he freed his own cock, the cool air making him flinch. He dared not meet Meical's eyes.
They couldn't have sex, he wasn't ready, not for that. But there were… other ways.
And if the wild, burning hunger in Meical's gaze was anything to go by, those ways would be more than enough.
The air left Min-jae's lungs in a silent, shocked rush. His gaze was locked downward, his entire world shrinking to the narrow, scorching-hot space where their bodies met. His own cock, slick and straining, pressed flush against the thick, heavy length of Meical's.
It was a sensation that short-circuited his brain.
Heat. So much heat. It wasn't just surface warmth; it was a deep, radiating pulse that seared his skin. The friction from that single, motionless point of contact was already overwhelming.
He could feel the powerful, steady thrum of Meical's heartbeat through it, a primal rhythm that echoed the frantic pounding in his own chest. His own flesh seemed to leap in response, a twitch of pure, unadulterated need.
He was frozen, paralyzed by the raw, undisguised intimacy of it. This wasn't like before. This was… more.
Meical watched him, his dark eyes drinking in every minute shift in Min-jae's expression—the parted lips, the wide, dazed eyes, the faint tremor that started in his thighs and spread through his entire body. A low, gratified sound rumbled in Meical's chest.
He didn't give Min-jae time to process, to retreat. He simply leaned in, one hand sliding up to cup the back of Min-jae's neck, and captured his mouth in a deep, claiming kiss.
It was nothing like the first kiss. This was all-consuming. Meical's tongue delved inside, tasting him, dominating him, swallowing the tiny, helpless sounds Min-jae made. It was a kiss that promised everything that was to come, a preview of the possession his body was about to experience.
And as he kissed him, Meical's other hand moved.
His fingers wrapped around both of their lengths, his grip firm and sure. Min-jae jolted against him, a muffled cry lost against Meical's mouth.
Oh god.
The sensation exploded, doubling, tripling.
The smooth, hot slide of his own cock against Meical's, now lubricated by their combined pre-seed, was slick and sinful.
But the feeling of Meical's strong, calloused fingers encircling them, creating a tight, perfect tunnel of sensation, was what truly undid him.
Meical's hand began to move, a slow, deliberate stroke that dragged a ragged moan from Min-jae's throat.