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Min-jae shifted uncomfortably under the weight of that smile. His chest felt tight, his pulse annoyingly quick, like he was already caught in sothing he couldn’t shake off.
When ical’s gaze lingered too long, it was unbearable. Heat curled low in his stomach, unwanted, distracting.
"You..." Min-jae started, then stopped. His eyes darted away, to the quill, the ink, the firelight, anywhere but those dark, steady eyes.
ical’s chair scraped lightly against the floor as he rose.
Before Min-jae could retreat, a strong hand caught his wrist. In the next mont, he was pulled forward, his balance gone. He let out a startled breath as he landed squarely on ical’s lap.
"Wha—!"
ical’s hands wrapped firmly around his waist, holding him in place. Min-jae instinctively squird, but that only made the grip tighten.
Now, his legs straddled ical’s waist, their faces inches apart, breaths brushing.
"Let go.." Min-jae muttered, his voice thinner than he wanted.
ical didn’t. If anything, he pulled him closer, chest to chest, as though the act of holding him was the most natural thing in the world.
"Even though you are a man..." ical’s voice was low, steady, threaded with heat. "...you seem to arouse just as a woman would. Is it your beautiful face? The way you fit so well in my arms? Or perhaps..." his thumb brushed over Min-jae’s hip, deliberate, "...your personality. You make think in ways I normally wouldn’t."
Min-jae’s throat went dry. His pulse raced so fast it almost hurt.
"The last ti we did it..." ical’s gaze didn’t waver. "...I wasn’t at my best. I made it less enjoyable for you. I want a redo."
Min-jae blinked, stunned. Redo? His mind scrambled. What did he an by redo? His stomach twisted tighter, a rush of nerves he tried to laugh off.
But the heat in ical’s eyes made it impossible.
His lips parted, but no words ca. Could it be... was he really... gay?
No. Absolutely not. He shook his head quickly. Anyone in his position would feel flustered, right? Anyone would.
ical smiled faintly at his nervousness, his expression almost tender.
"I want us to make love.." he said simply. "I’m sure you can already feel it."
Min-jae’s heart dropped to his stomach.
Make love?
Make love?!
He froze, his mories flashing sharp and raw.
The last ti’s pain, no was enjoyable.
He inhaled shakily, then forced a smile, eting ical’s gaze head-on.
"No can do. It’d be a lie if I said I wasn’t scared. Until I can prepare myself... let’s stick to kissing."
His eyes hardened, sharp with warning. If ical pressed, he was ready to fight his way out.
But ical only sighed, his grip tightening around Min-jae’s waist as though he couldn’t bear to let go.
"I am sorry.." he said softly. "Your first ti with left a scar."
ical didn’t give him ti to argue. The apology was still warm on his lips when he leaned in, catching Min-jae’s mouth in a kiss that stole the breath straight from his chest.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was commanding.
ical’s hand slid up, thumb angling Min-jae’s chin just so, forcing his lips open.
His mouth claid Min-jae’s with unyielding precision, tongue sweeping in like he owned every corner of him.
Min-jae’s heart stuttered, then raced. He let out a muffled sound, half protest, half sothing shafully needy.
His fists pressed weakly against ical’s chest, trembling, pushing... but the man didn’t budge.
Instead, ical’s arm locked tighter around his waist, anchoring him firmly on his lap, dragging him flush against the solid breadth of his body.
His other hand slid down Min-jae’s back, spreading wide, possessive, hot through the fabric.
The kiss deepened. It grew rougher, more consuming, as if ical were determined to draw out every sound Min-jae didn’t an to make.
And Min-jae—damn him—was making them.
A choked moan slipped free, low and humiliating, his lips parting wider as his body betrayed him.
His toes curled, thighs tightening instinctively around ical’s waist, every nerve in him sparking alive.
What was happening to him? He should fight. He should shove this man away.
But instead his chest arched, pressing closer. His fingers clutched at ical’s shirt, clinging instead of resisting, as if he were terrified the kiss might end.
ical’s mouth moved like fire and command, coaxing, devouring, drawing every bit of control right out of him until Min-jae thought he might fall apart completely.
This wasn’t just a kiss.
It was surrender.
ical’s lips crashed down again, firm and unrelenting, and Min-jae’s world spun.
It wasn’t just the kiss, it was the way ical looked at him before it. That gaze... dark, focused, like nothing else existed.
Like Min-jae wasn’t just soone he wanted, but soone he refused to let go of.
It shook him to his core.
The kiss pressed harder, deeper, forcing a sound out of him he hadn’t even known he could make. His breath hitched, chest rising and falling too fast, while heat pooled low in his body. His thoughts tangled, scattered, barely stringing themselves together.
Why is he looking at like that?
Why... does it feel like my whole body is burning?
Why do I want more?
ical’s hands weren’t idle. One splayed firm against Min-jae’s back, keeping him pinned close, the other gliding up into his hair. He tilted Min-jae’s head just slightly, deepening the kiss, making escape impossible.
Min-jae gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly. He squird, but every move only dragged him tighter against the broad chest beneath him. His legs trembled where they wrapped around ical’s waist, his fingers curling into the fabric at ical’s shoulders.
He wanted to deny it.
He wanted to tell himself he wasn’t enjoying this.
But his body betrayed him.
Fuck he was enjoying this.
Every ti ical’s tongue slid against his, every ti their lips clashed, Min-jae felt sothing dangerous uncoil inside him, sothing shaless, sothing desperate.
What’s wrong with ...?
Why does it feel so good?
Why do I... want to be swallowed whole?
When ical finally drew back, their lips parting just enough for air, Min-jae was gasping, dizzy. His lashes trembled as he dared to et that gaze again, those eyes, burning with possession, with heat, with sothing so raw it made Min-jae’s chest ache.
And ical... smiled faintly, as if amused by Min-jae’s dazed state.
Like he already knew, Min-jae couldn’t fight him. Not really.
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