The crude, graphic words sent a violent thrill through Min-jae, a surge of fear and a shocking, white-hot bolt of pure want. His own cock, which had been half-hard with a confused mix of terror and arousal, throbbed painfully, now fully erect and leaking against his stomach.
Meical didn't wait for an answer. He manhandled Min-jae onto his hands and knees, the moss soft beneath his palms. A sharp, stinging slap landed on his ass, making him jolt and cry out.
"Arch that pretty back for me," Meical commanded, his voice dropping into a guttural register that brooked no argument. "I want to see everything."
Min-jae obeyed, a broken sob catching in his throat. He felt impossibly exposed, spread open. He heard a slick, wet sound and flinched, expecting the invasion. But it was Meical's tongue that first made contact, a broad, hot stripe from his balls right up to the tight, clenched furl of his hole.
