CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 95[R18]

The tension in the room shifted, the air thickening with a new, electric heat. Pinned beneath Meical’s weight, Min-jae could feel the hard ridge of him, a relentless pressure against the curve of his ass even through the layers of fabric and towel.

His heart hammered against his ribs, a wild, frantic rhythm that seemed to echo in the quiet room.

"Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what I’m doing, Kaizar. I’m not even hiding it." Meical’s voice was a low, rough growl against the shell of his ear, a stark contrast to the gentle man from their walk.

His breath was hot, sending a fresh wave of shivers cascading down Min-jae’s spine.

His hands, once casually around his waist, slid down, pressing firm and possessive on Min-jae’s hips, grinding him back just enough to make his intention—fuck, his intention was clear.

Min-jae’s protest was a weak, breathy thing. "Meical, wait—"

"No more waiting." The words were final. Meical’s mouth found the sensitive spot where Min-jae’s neck met his shoulder, and he didn’t just kiss it.

He bit. Not hard enough to truly hurt, but with just enough possessive pressure to make Min-jae gasp, his back arching instinctively.

A sharp, pleasant sting bloomed on his skin, followed by the soothing, hot slide of Meical’s tongue.

Mmmph.

Meical’s hands didn’t stop. One stayed anchored on his hip, holding him in place, while the other slid around, fingers splaying across the flat plane of Min-jae’s stomach, pulling him back even more firmly against that undeniable, thick heat.

The soft terrycloth of the towel was a maddening barrier.

"You feel that?" Meical whispered, his lips moving against Min-jae’s damp skin. "That’s what you do to me. Every fucking time you look at me. Every time you bite your lip when you’re thinking. Every time you fix the damn sheets." He punctuated each sentence with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips. A slow, sensual grind.

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This was the first damn he had fixed the damn sheets!

A helpless moan escaped Min-jae, his fingers twisting in the sheets he’d just so carefully smoothed.

He was losing himself, the fear and guilt from the garden dissolving under the sheer physical onslaught of Meical’s want. "Meical..."

"Turn your head.." Meical commanded, his voice thick with desire. "I want to taste you properly."

Slowly, Min-jae turned his head, and Meical was there. Their lips met not in a soft exploration, but with a hungry, immediate heat.

It was a kiss that held back nothing, a deep, claiming kiss that stole the air from Min-jae’s lungs.

Meical’s tongue swept into his mouth, tasting of mint and something uniquely, intensely him. Min-jae met the thrust with his own, a soft, desperate sound catching in his throat.

"Aah.."

He was drowning in it, in the wet, hot slide of their mouths, the scratch of Meical’s stubble against his chin, the heavy, rhythmic pressure against his ass.

Meical’s hand left his stomach, coming up to cup his jaw, holding him right there, locked in the kiss, as if he could devour the words Min-jae couldn’t say.

When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, a thin strand of saliva connected them for a second before breaking. Meical’s eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"I’m going to take this robe off you now.." he murmured, his voice a gravelly promise. His fingers found the tie at Min-jae’s waist. "I want to see what’s mine."

The simple knot gave way with a soft shhh of fabric.

Meical didn’t peel it away slowly. He pushed the robe apart, baring Min-jae’s back, his shoulders, the dip of his spine, down to the perfect, pale curves of his ass. The cool air hit his heated skin, and he shuddered.

"Fuck, Kaizar.." Meical breathed out, the words full of reverence and pure, unadulterated lust. "Look at you." His calloused palms smoothed over the exposed skin, tracing the lines of his body as if memorizing them.

Then he leaned down, and Min-jae felt the hot, damp press of his mouth on the small of his back.

A wet, open-mouthed kiss.

He trailed lower, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin, and Min-jae held his breath, anticipating... what? He didn’t have to wait long.

Meical’s tongue, hot and flat, licked a long, slow stripe from the top of his cleft down.

Min-jae jolted, a shocked, strangled cry tearing from his throat. "Meical!"

"Mmm, you taste fucking incredible.." Meical groaned against his skin, his voice vibrating through Min-jae’s entire body. He did it again, slower this time, more deliberate, savoring it.

Llllp.

Then he used his thumbs, gently but insistently, to part him, and dipped his tongue into the tight, hidden space between.

Min-jae buried his face in the mattress, his moan muffled by the sheets. His hips twitched, pushing back against Meical’s mouth of their own accord.

It was disgusting, it was filthy, it was the most intense thing he had ever felt.

Meical was lapping at him, sucking gently on the tender flesh, nibbling him carefully.

Every of his nerve ending was on fire.

"I could spend hours right here.." Meical growled, his words a hot promise against Min-jae’s oversensitized skin. "Just tasting you. Making you shake.."

His hands were moving again, one continuing its possessive hold on Min-jae’s hip, the other sliding around his front, his fingers trailing through the coarse hair below his navel.

Min-jae’s own cock, achingly hard and neglected, jerked at the proximity of those seeking fingers.

Meical’s hand wrapped around him, and Min-jae cried out, the sound ragged and broken.

The touch was firm, knowing. A perfect, tight fist.

Meical began to stroke him, a slow, torturous rhythm that had Min-jae’s toes curling.

The soft, slick sound of skin on skin.

All the while, Meical’s mouth was still working on him, his tongue circling, probing, driving him out of his fucking mind.

The dual sensations were too much. The intimate, dirty wetness at his back and the relentless, perfect friction on his cock. He was panting, his entire body trembling, teetering on a edge he knew they couldn’t cross yet.

"Meical... fuck... I’m close..." he gasped, the warning torn from him.

Meical released him instantly, his hand smoothing up his stomach to his chest, pinning him back down against the bed. His mouth left his skin with one last, lingering kiss. "Not yet." he murmured, his own breathing ragged. "I’m not nearly done with you."

He shifted above him, his weight settling more fully, and Min-jae felt the damp head of his cock, freed from the towel now, nudge insistently against his soaked entrance.