3.8 My Pleasure

Hyeon turned his head away, covering his face with one hand, faced with a posture so explicit that there was no way he could misunderstand what was being requested. Since he had dismissed his aide a moment ago, no one would enter the office until the new reports were brought in as instructed. Unless a sudden accident occurred—though such a thing likely wouldn't happen, and shouldn't happen. Still, it was a request so embarrassing that Hyeon found it difficult to simply give his permission.

“…….”

Do you really have to do it right now? If he had asked to suck it once, it would still be embarrassing, but he could at least understand it as a result of being starved for desire after spending several days away. But not asking to suck it, but asking to be allowed to suck it. Now that the initial stage—where his belly didn't look much different from usual—had passed and it was starting to swell slightly, his tastes were quite peculiar. When Hyeon didn't grant permission immediately and avoided his gaze, Mikhail quickly rubbed his cheek against Hyeon's thigh. He could feel the Alpha's firm member, tucked away inside his underwear, beginning to react.