The words cracked through the air like thunder, and for the first time, Dorian faltered.
Dorian's hesitation lasted barely a heartbeat before it twisted into rage. His grip turned bruising, his eyes feverish.
"So what if I force myself on you?" he growled. "You're too damn pretty, Kaizar. That face, that body, why'd you have to be cursed with both? I want to fuck you, ram my cock into you, until all you can scream out his my name.."
Min-jae's stomach churned as Dorian yanked his trousers open, dragging out his cock, thick and hard with sick excitement.
He shoved it toward Min-jae's face, his breath ragged.
"Go on.." Dorian sneered. "If you can bend for Meical, then suck me too. What's the difference?"
Min-jae's gut lurched. The sight alone made bile burn at the back of his throat.
He clenched his jaw, turning his face aside, but Dorian didn't care. He fisted himself furiously, groaning, until the hot mess of his seed spurted across Min-jae's cheek and jaw.
