CHAPTER 29: CHAPTER 29: PUT YOUR SMART MOUTH TO WORK(R18)

Min-jae stood by the window for a long moment, staring at the map spread across the desk.

The North. It was vast, white, and cold, the kingdom’s quiet frontier. His lands there were small compared to Meical’s reach, but they were his, and he’d been thinking of expanding them.

Creating roads, shelters, proper furnaces for winter... things the people there deserved.

But that was only a thought for now.

He turned as the door opened. Meical stepped in, carrying a tray of food. The faint steam of the soup drifted through the room.

Min-jae blinked, a bit taken aback. "I thought I said I wasn’t eating tonight."

"You did.." Meical said, setting the tray down. "But I wasn’t about to let you starve just because you said it once."

Min-jae sighed but took the seat behind the desk anyway, his gaze settling briefly on the map again. "You really don’t know when to listen."

"I do listen.." Meical replied, his voice even. "But I may not always agree."

That drew a faint smile from Min-jae before it faded again. "Then tell me something. You’re so calm about what you did to the Amagis. Why are you so sure the king won’t do anything?"

Meical leaned against the desk beside him. "Because the king’s not an idiot. He knows the Amagis overstepped. I did what he couldn’t afford to do publicly."

"Meaning your reach goes further than it should.." Min-jae murmured, tracing one finger along the edge of the map. "Just how far does it go?"

Meical gave him a sidelong glance. "Far enough to keep you safe. That’s all you need to know."

Min-jae exhaled softly, letting it go. "Fine. Then another thing, have you called Mr. Usher? I want to know if the clothes are ready. Don’t tell me you’re still throwing a tantrum from that day.."

-_-

Meical’s lips twitched. "I forgot.." he admitted. "I’ve been... busy."

"You’re always busy."

"Still I fulfil your every demands and I’m still by your side.."

Min-jae rolled his eyes but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "What’s your age again?"

Meical raised a brow. "Thirty. Why?"

"Thirty?" Min-jae blinked. "You’re... quite old, then."

The smirk vanished. Meical shot him a glare sharp enough to cut through the air.

"Old?" he repeated. "You make it sound like I’m halfway to the grave."

Min-jae leaned back, feigning innocence. "Well, compared to m..." he stopped himself, almost saying my other self, but bit his tongue. "...you’re definitely older."

"How much older?" Meical pressed, suspicion flickering in his gaze.

"Five years.." Min-jae said quickly.

"Then it’s barely anything." Meical crossed his arms, voice dripping with mock offense. "Are you dissatisfied now that I’m not young enough for you?"

Min-jae couldn’t help it, he laughed. "You sound like you’re throwing a tantrum."

Meical stepped closer, resting his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping him in place. His voice dropped low, teasing.

"My body still works very well, you know."

Min-jae smiled, raising a brow, as he stared at Meical.

"Is that so? From research, men in their 30’s often have a decrease in stamina..."

-_-

Meical’s eyes darkened. "Want me to prove it?"

Min-jae tilted his head, his lips twitching. "You sound a little too confident for someone who’s pushing past thirty."

-_-

Meical’s brows rose. "Is that supposed to be an insult?"

"Of course not," Min-jae said, smiling sweetly, the kind of smile that usually meant trouble. "I just think a man your age should be careful. Wouldn’t want your back giving out halfway through sex or something."

A muscle in Meical’s jaw twitched. "You really don’t know when to stop talking."

Min-jae leaned forward on the desk, chin in hand, deliberately goading him. "Oh? Did I hit a sore spot, my lord?"

Meical’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them. He stepped closer, until Min-jae had to tilt his head back to keep looking at him.

"Keep testing me, and you’ll regret it.." Meical said quietly.

"Testing you?" Min-jae laughed softly, standing now, his tone dripping with mock innocence. "I’m just asking questions. You’re the one getting defensive."

That did it.

In one smooth motion, Meical caught his wrist, pulling him forward before he could react. Min-jae stumbled, the back of his knees brushing against the chair. Meical shifted his weight and somehow, Min-jae found himself caught between the man’s legs, his hands braced on his thighs to steady himself.

He froze. For a second, neither of them spoke.

Meical’s smirk was back, lazy and entirely too pleased. "Seems like you’re the one in an awkward position now."

Min-jae shot him a glare. "Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to be proving something? Why am I the one trapped here?"

"Because.." Meical murmured, his tone smooth and infuriatingly calm, "you challenged me. So you should test the limits yourself."

Meical’s hands slid from his wrists to his shoulders, applying a gentle, inescapable pressure. The silent command was clear. Min-jae’s knees hit the plush rug beneath the desk, the position feeling both unnatural and shockingly right.

He looked up, the scale of what was before him finally, truly registering. Meical was huge, the thick outline of his cock straining against his trousers, and a fresh wave of anxiety, hot and sharp, tightened Min-jae’s throat.

"You talk so much shit for a man on his knees.." Meical growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floor. His fingers worked the fastenings of his pants, the sound of the zipper a harsh zzzp in the quiet room.

The heavy weight of him sprang free, and Min-jae’s breath caught. It was more intimidating up close, thick and veined and already leaking. The musky, masculine scent of him filled Min-jae’s nostrils, a smell that was purely, powerfully Meical.

This was his third time seeing it and again, he still wasn’t used to it.

"Well?" Meical prompted, his hand fisting the base of his cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. "You questioned my stamina. My age. So prove your fucking hypothesis, Kaizar. Put that smart mouth to work."

Hesitantly, Min-jae leaned forward. His tongue darting out, giving it a timid, flat lick along the underside.

The taste was salty and musky. But his movements were clumsy. He tried to take the head into his mouth, but his jaw ached immediately, and he could only manage the very tip. He bobbed awkwardly, his teeth scraping lightly, his motions were amateurish and rushed.

Meical let out a low, dark chuckle. "Fuck, you’re terrible at this." He didn’t sound angry. He sounded hungry. "You’re just slobbering on it like it’s a fucking ice pop. Is that all you’ve got?"