CHAPTER 83: CHAPTER 83: R18(1)

Jahan smirked. "Anything for my friend’s husband.." he said, giving a mock bow.

Nothing could have prepared Min-jae for nighttime. Two weeks without Meical, without the closeness, it had been building, simmering, and now it was ready to explode.

Jahan had even added fuel to the fire, bringing over all the essential oils and little indulgences, making the room smell like a dream.

Meical’s eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Two weeks." he murmured, voice low and dangerous. "Two whole weeks without touching you... without feeling you."

Min-jae tried to keep his composure. "We could just... sleep.." he said, though the words felt weak even as they left his mouth.

"No.." Meical growled, leaning in, hands roaming. "Not tonight. I’ve waited too long. And you’re not getting out of this, Kaizar."

With every word, every stroke of his hands, pieces of their clothing fell away. Min-jae’s protests grew quieter with each touch.

Meical whispered, each phrase hotter than the last, "God, you feel so good. You’re mine, and I’ve missed every inch of you. I’m taking it all tonight."

Min-jae’s breath hitched. He felt the warmth spreading through him, the resistance crumbling. "Oh... fuck it.." he muttered. "I’m going to get fucked either way."

Meical’s grin widened as he pressed closer. "Damn right you are.." he said, voice rough with need, every word dripping with desire.

The tension, longing, and heat of two weeks collided into one undeniable, urgent reality.

Tonight, nothing would hold them back.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was a conquest. Meical’s tongue plunged into his mouth, a hot, wet claiming that tasted of whiskey and pure, unfiltered want.

Min-jae groaned, his own hands finally coming up to tangle in Meical’s hair, pulling him closer, surrendering completely. They kissed like they were fighting, like they were starving, teeth clashing, lips bruising, each man pouring two weeks of frustrated longing into the connection.

Meical broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down, his teeth scraping along Min-jae’s jawline, down the column of his neck. He nipped at the sensitive hollow of his throat, then soothed it with his tongue. "I’ve missed every inch of you.." he rasped, his breath a brand on Min-jae’s damp skin.

He pushed Min-jae back onto the bed, his body following, a heavy, welcome pressure. His mouth found a nipple, and he didn’t just suck, he laved it with his tongue, circling the tight nub until it was pebbled and sensitive, then closed his lips around it and sucked, hard.

A sharp, electric pleasure-pain shot straight to Min-jae’s groin, and he cried out, his back arching off the bed.

"Yes?" Meical hissed against his skin, moving to give the other nipple the same devastating attention. "You like that? You like my mouth on your tits? I’m going to suck them until they’re raw, Kaizer. Until you’re begging for my cock."

Min-jae could only writhe, his mind a whirlwind of sensation. The ache between his legs was unbearable, his cock straining, leaking onto his stomach. Meical’s hands were roaming lower, pushing his thighs apart, palming his ass.

"Look at you..." Meical growled, his voice thick with lust. "So eager. Two weeks without my dick and you’re falling apart at the first touch."

"Shut up, it’s not like that.." Min-jae gasped, but there was no heat in it, only a desperate need.

Meical’s smirk was wicked. He shifted, his body sliding down the bed until his face was level with Min-jae’s aching cock. He didn’t take him in his mouth. Instead, he nuzzled the inside of his thigh, biting the sensitive muscle there, making Min-jae jump. He licked a hot, wet stripe from the base of his balls all the way up the shaft.

Min-jae’s head thrown back, a strangled sob escaping his lips. "Meical, please."

"Please what?" Meical’s voice was a low taunt. "Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it."

"I want your fucking mouth.." Min-jae demanded, his hands fisting the sheets. "I want your tongue on my cock. Now."

That was all the permission Meical needed.

He opened his mouth and took Min-jae in, deep, all the way to the back of his throat in one smooth, practiced motion.

The heat was absolute, a wet, velvet vice that made Min-jae see stars. Meical sucked him hard, his tongue working the underside of his shaft, his head bobbing with a ruthless rhythm.

His hands cradled Min-jae’s ass, pulling him even deeper, and Min-jae could do nothing but take it, his hips pumping helplessly into that perfect, devastating heat.

"Fuck, your mouth.." Min-jae babbled, his coherence shattered. "So good. So fucking good. Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop."

Meical pulled off with a wet pop, his own breathing ragged. He crawled back up Min-jae’s body, his eyes black with desire. "I’m not going to stop.." he promised, his voice rough. "I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.."

He reached for the bottle of oil Jahan had left on the nightstand, slicking his fingers. He didn’t waste time. He pushed one finger into Min-jae’s tight hole, and Min-jae gasped, his body clenching around the intrusion.

"Mhm ." Meical murmured, working the finger in and out. He added a second, stretching him, his other hand pinning Min-jae’s hip to the bed.

"This cunt is fucking starving for me, isn’t it? Clenching around my fingers like you’ll die if I don’t give you more."

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Min-jae cringed a little, Meical had no filter during times like this.

"I will.." Min-jae moaned, pushing back against Meical’s hand. "I fucking will. Give me your cock. I need it. Please, Meical."

And unfortunately...so did he.

Meical slicked his own cock, the hard length of him pressing against Min-jae’s entrance.

He leaned over, capturing Min-jae’s mouth in another searing kiss as he positioned himself. "You’re mine.." he whispered against his lips.

And then he pushed inside.

The stretch was immense, a breathtaking fullness that made Min-jae cry out into Meical’s mouth. He was so fucking big, splitting him open, and it was everything.

Meical buried himself to the hilt, pausing for a moment, his body trembling with the effort of holding still.

"Fuck, Kaizar.." he groaned, his forehead resting against Min-jae’s. "You feel... god, you feel perfect."

Then he began to move.