One-Shot Transmigration: Sorry I'm Here To Ruin Your Happy Ever After Chapter 16: Why does it feel so good(3)

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"Aah, fuck.."

It was too much. The kiss, the hand, the crushing, delicious pressure.

Every pull of ical’s fist sent jolts of white-hot pleasure straight to Min-jae’s core. He could feel every ridge, every vein, the overwhelming difference in their sizes creating a friction that was perfectly maddening.

He was lting, dissolving into the bed, into ical’s touch.

ical finally broke the kiss, his own breath coming in harsh gusts against Min-jae’s wet lips. He didn’t stop the relentless, twisting motion of his wrist. His eyes were locked on where his hand worked their bodies, a look of fierce, hungry possession on his face.

"Look" ical commanded, his voice a raw, guttural thing. "Look at us."

Min-jae’s eyes, heavy-lidded and glazed, drifted downward. The sight stole what little breath he had left. His own pale, leaking length was sheathed alongside ical’s much thicker, fairer one, both glistening, both sliding together in a slick, rhythmic dance within the circle of ical’s fingers.

It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

He didn’t read this in the novel!?

A broken sob escaped him. His hips gave an involuntary, stuttering thrust upward, seeking more of that impossible friction. His hands, which had been gripping the sheets, flew to ical’s shoulders, his nails digging into the hard muscle there, anchoring himself as the pleasure began to coil, tight and urgent, deep in his belly.

"M-ical..." he choked out, a plea and a prayer.

ical’s pace increased, his strokes becoming faster, more purposeful. The sound of skin sliding against wet skin filled the room, a lewd, rhythmic music that matched their pounding hearts.

He dropped his head, his forehead resting against Min-jae’s, his eyes burning into him.

"That’s it.." he growled, his voice thick with his own need. "Let feel you. Let feel you fall apart for ."

He shifted his grip slightly, his thumb swiping over the sensitive tips of both their cocks on every upstroke, saring the fluid that leaked freely from them.

The world narrowed to that single point of contact. Min-jae could feel the tension coiling unbearably tight, a spring wound to its breaking point.

His back arched off the bed, a silent scream forming on his lips. He was right there, teetering on the very edge, his entire existence focused on the rough heat of ical’s hand and the command in his dark, burning eyes.

"Aah, ah, yes.."

ical watched the ecstasy shatter across Min-jae’s face, feeling the telltale tremors begin to wrack his body. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Min-jae’s ear, his voice a dark, velvet promise.

"Now. Co for .."

The command was a detonation. A white-hot shatter of pure sensation tore through Min-jae, his body seizing as his release painted their stomachs in hot, pulsing stripes. The world dissolved into a shuddering, breathless void, his cries muffled against ical’s shoulder as he rode out the waves of his climax, each tremor wringing another helpless gasp from his lungs.

ical held him through it, his own breathing ragged, the thick, musky scent of their passion saturating the air between them. He watched, enthralled, as the final aftershocks left Min-jae boneless and pliant beneath him, his eyes glazed and unfocused.

"Ah fuck.."

Min-jae floated in a hazy, sated warmth, the frantic beating of his heart slowly beginning to steady.

He felt spent, utterly consud, and for a mont, he thought it was over.

That the storm had passed.

He was wrong.

ical’s grip on him loosened. But instead of collapsing beside him, ical shifted back, his intense gaze fixed on Min-jae’s face.

He studied the flushed cheeks, the parted, swollen lips, the dazed look in those wide, emotional eyes. The air, thick with the sll of sex, grew heavy with a new kind of tension.

A slow, predatory smile touched ical’s lips. His eyes darkened, the possessive heat in them banked but far from extinguished.

He leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that scratched against Min-jae’s oversensitive nerves.

"I want to see you touch yourself, Kaizar."

The haze shattered.

Min-jae’s eyes, which had begun to drift shut, flew open. A fresh jolt of sothing hot and sharp lanced through his spent body.

His breath hitched, catching painfully in his throat.

What?

He stared up at ical, confusion and a flicker of panic warring with the raw, nervous energy now sparking back to life inside him. "I... I just did..."

"No.." ical corrected, his tone leaving no room for argunt. His thumb stroked a slow, possessive line through the ss on Min-jae’s abdon. "I made you co. Now, I want to watch you do it. For ."

The command was explicit, humiliating, and unbearably erotic. A deep blush flooded Min-jae’s pale skin, from his chest to the tips of his ears.

His gaze dropped from ical’s intense stare, falling to his own hand, lying limp on the sheet beside his hip. It felt like a foreign object, heavy and incapable.

"I... can’t.." he whispered, the protest weak even to his own ears. His body, monts ago lax with satisfaction, was now humming with a renewed, anxious awareness.

He felt exposed in a completely new way.

This wasn’t about what ical could wring from him; it was about what he would willingly give, under that scorching, judgntal gaze.

"You can.." ical murmured, his voice dropping into that dark, velvety register that made Min-jae’s insides clench. "And you will." He settled back on his heels, a king on his throne, his own magnificent body on display. His eyes never left Min-jae’s face.

"Show how you please yourself when you’re alone in your bed at night. Show what you think about."

The implication sent another wave of heat through Min-jae. His fingers twitched.

Hesitantly, as if moving through water, his hand crept downward. His heart was hamring again, a frantic, panicked rhythm that echoed in his ears.

He couldn’t look at ical. He focused on the ceiling, on the faint texture of the sheets beneath him anything but the dark eyes drinking in his every movent.

His fingertips brushed his own slick, sensitive flesh, and he flinched at the contact.

It was too much, too soon.

A soft, broken sound escaped him.

"Fuck.." he let out.

"Look at , Kaizar."

The command was soft, but absolute. Min-jae’s eyes, wide and shimring, were dragged downward until they t ical’s.

The raw hunger he saw there stole the air from his lungs. ical wasn’t just watching; he was devouring the sight, committing every twitch, every hesitant gasp to mory.