Min-jae glared at him, though the effect was sowhat ruined by the flush creeping across his cheeks. "You know very well, you’re not going to do that.." he muttered, but he made no move to push ical away. If anything, he found himself leaning into his touch, his body responding despite his best efforts to stay composed.
ical chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. "Maybe.." he conceded, his hand moving again, this ti with a firr, more purposeful touch. "But you don’t seem to mind all that much."
Min-jae opened his mouth to retort, but the words dissolved into a soft moan as ical’s fingers pressed deeper, the cloth long forgotten.
At that mont, he knew there was no hiding it, ical had him exactly where he wanted him.
"Relax.." ical murmured, his voice softer now, almost soothing. "Let take care of you."
And though every fiber of Min-jae’s being scread at him to resist, to push back against the vulnerability of the mont, he couldn’t.
He trusted ical, wholeheartedly, entirely and as the cloth moved with deliberate care, he let himself surrender to the touch of the man he had co to like.
He cleaned with painstaking slowness, each pass of the fabric a deliberate caress that coaxed blood to rush downward, thickening and heating his flesh under the ministration.
Min-jae’s head fell back against the pillows, a soft groan escaping his lips before he could cage it.
He was fully hard now, achingly so, the evidence of his arousal standing taut against his stomach, utterly ignored by ical’s focused attention.
Just when Min-jae thought the sweet torture couldn’t intensify, ical’s touch moved again. He discarded the cloth into the basin with a soft splash. His bare hand, now slick with a fresh pour of the herb-infused water, glided lower, past the base of his cock, over the sensitive skin of his perineum.
Min-jae’s eyes snapped open. "ical—"
"The physician was very specific," ical interrupted, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. His gaze was locked on his own work, his expression one of intense concentration. "Every part of you must be clean to prevent infection." His index finger, slick and warm, pressed against Min-jae’s entrance. "Especially here."
The touch was a bolt of lightning. Min-jae gasped, his back arching off the bed, a sharp pain from his ribs instantly forgotten in the wake of the shocking, intimate contact. It wasn’t invasive, not yet. It was a slow, circular pressure, a maddening tease that made every nerve ending scream for more.
"You... you, you’re going too far.." Min-jae breathed out, his voice shaky, his hands fisting the sheets.
"I am thorough.." ical corrected. His finger didn’t press in, but it didn’t retreat either. It just circled, a relentless, gentle pressure that was lting Min-jae’s resolve into a puddle of desperate want.
He shifted his weight, his free hand coming to rest on Min-jae’s inner thigh, gently pushing his legs further apart. The silent command, the utter vulnerability of the position, sent a fresh wave of heat through him.
"Is this still part of your duties?" Min-jae managed to ask, his voice strained.
ical finally looked up, and the mask was gone. His eyes were black with a hunger Min-jae recognized intimately, a look that promised devouring. A slow, wicked smile spread across his lips.
"The most important part."
And then his head dipped down.
The world dissolved into sensation. There was no more physician, no more orders, no more pretense.
There was only the wet, hot heaven of ical’s mouth enveloping the head of his cock, sucking gently, and the relentless, circling pressure of his finger.
Min-jae cried out, a ragged, broken sound as his hips bucked off the bed. ical’s hand on his thigh held him down, a firm, unyielding weight, pinning him in place for this exquisite tornt.
His back arched, a jolt of pain from his side flaring white-hot, but it was consud, utterly devoured by the pleasure crashing through him. He was panting, his vision spotting, every thought scoured away except for the feel of that mouth, that tongue, that—
The pressure at his hole finally, blessedly, gave way. ical’s finger, slick and insistent, pushed inside him. It was a slow, burning stretch that stole the air from Min-jae’s lungs.
He was so tight, so unprepared, and the feeling of being opened so carefully, so deliberately, was overwhelming. ical’s mouth never stilled, his tongue working a relentless rhythm on his cock, a perfect, devastating counterpoint to the slow, shallow thrusts of his finger.
Pleasure coiled, tight and urgent, deep in his gut. He was monts away, teetering on a precipice built from embarrassnt, from tension, from a need so profound it felt like terror. His fingers tangled in ical’s hair, not to guide him, but to anchor himself to reality.
ical added a second finger.
The stretch burned, a delicious, unbearable fullness that tipped him over the edge. A hoarse, shattered cry was torn from his throat as his release ripped through him, his body seizing, his vision whiting out completely.
Waves of intense pleasure rolled through him, each one wringing a gasp from his lips, his body trembling violently under ical’s steadfast hold.
Slowly, gently, ical withdrew his fingers and released him, sitting back on his heels. Min-jae lay boneless, spent, trying to rember how to breathe. The fire crackled. His heart hamred against his bruised ribs.
ical picked up the discarded cloth, rinsed it in the now-cool water, and began to clean him again, his touch reverent now, devoid of its earlier teasing.
He said nothing, simply tending to him with a focused tenderness that made Min-jae’s throat feel tight.
Once finished, ical pulled the sheets back over him, tucking them around his shoulders. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Min-jae’s ear, his voice a low, possessive whisper.
"Now you’re clean."
-_-
"You bastard! Do you enjoy teasing !"
ical chuckled as he discarded the remaining water and cloth. He dried his hands, walking to the wardrobe to pick out clean clothes for Min-jae.
"What’s the fuss about? I cleaned you, did I not?"
-_-
"Yes. But why am I the only one who’s hard? Is your dick broken?"
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