This close, Malcolm’s beard brushed Seong-Jae’s jaw, teased against his cheek and throat. “Deep scrapes.” Malcolm made a soft sound, rumbling low in his throat, deep enough for Seong-Jae to feel the vibrations. He pressed closer, his entire body against Seong-Jae’s side, all heat and firmness and hard-sculpted granite. His hand covered Seong-Jae’s without so much as an if-you-please, massive and enveloping him in warmth. Seong-Jae stiffened with an odd jolt in the pit of his stomach, jerking his head up, glaring at Malcolm, but the man didn’t even notice. He was completely and utterly
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