Chapter 21: Mine This Time

The healer took the baby to the nursery before the heat reached its worst.

Yul had been sent along to hold her hand, and had gone with great dignity.

Then the door shut, and the bolt dropped, and Min-jun turned around.

Seo-jun was on his knees on the bed with his shirt dragged half off one shoulder.

He was flushed to the collarbone, and sweat stood at his temples.

His scent rolled through the room in thick sweet waves.

"I can't think," he said hoarsely. "Min-jun, I can't think at all."

"You don't have to."

Min-jun crossed the floor in two strides.

His own body had settled into the heavy, steady strength he had worn for twenty-five years, and he had missed it more than he would ever say.

He took Seo-jun's jaw in his hand and tilted his face up.

"Look at me."

"I am."

"Say what you need."

"You," Seo-jun gasped. "In me. Now. Please, I'm empty, I'm so empty."

Min-jun kissed him.

He kissed him deep and slow while he stripped the shirt away, and Seo-jun clung to his shoulders and shook.

The scent of him was unbearable, sweet and wet and young, and it went straight through Min-jun's skull to his groin.

His cock was already thick and aching.

He laid Seo-jun on his back on the wide bed and spread his thighs open with both hands.

Seo-jun's hole was already slick.

It gleamed in the lamplight, soft and swollen, and when Min-jun ran a thumb over it, it fluttered.

"Oh, gods. Oh, don't tease."

"I'm not teasing. I'm looking."

"Why?"

"I've waited my whole life to see you like this."

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