Jahan smirked. "Anything for my friend's husband.." he said, giving a mock bow.
Nothing could have prepared Min-jae for nighttime. Two weeks without Meical, without the closeness, it had been building, simmering, and now it was ready to explode.
Jahan had even added fuel to the fire, bringing over all the essential oils and little indulgences, making the room smell like a dream.
Meical's eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Two weeks." he murmured, voice low and dangerous. "Two whole weeks without touching you… without feeling you."
Min-jae tried to keep his composure. "We could just… sleep.." he said, though the words felt weak even as they left his mouth.
"No.." Meical growled, leaning in, hands roaming. "Not tonight. I've waited too long. And you're not getting out of this, Kaizar."
With every word, every stroke of his hands, pieces of their clothing fell away. Min-jae's protests grew quieter with each touch.
