Min-jae glared at him, though the effect was somewhat 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 Meical away. If anything, he found himself leaning into his touch, his body responding despite his best efforts to stay composed.
Meical chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. "Maybe.." he conceded, his hand moving again, this time with a firmer, 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 Meical's fingers pressed deeper, the cloth long forgotten.
At that moment, he knew there was no hiding it, Meical had him exactly where he wanted him.
"Relax.." Meical murmured, his voice softer now, almost soothing. "Let me take care of you."
And though every fiber of Min-jae's being screamed at him to resist, to push back against the vulnerability of the moment, he couldn't.
