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For now, he didn’t have to fight the feeling of being wanted, of being cared for in a way that was almost overwhelmingly intense.Chang’s hands began to move again, this time lower, moving with deliberate care, as if exploring every part of Kenji’s body, making sure there was nothing left untouched, nothing left to doubt.“You don’t have to say anything,” Chang murmured, his voice a low caress, “just feel.”And Kenji did. “And you will. Gay sex Every part of you—mine.”Kenji’s chest tightened with a soft rush of emotion. “I am. “And you will. In this moment, he was completely his.“You’re mine,” Chang’s voice was low, but it had a weight to it that grounded Kenji, pulling him even deeper into his own vulnerability. Chang’s control was undeniable, and there was something comforting about it. He wanted to pull back. “You’ve been so tense,” he murmured, his tone calm but thick with authority. He let himself feel, surrendering completely to the moment, to the touch, to the undeniable pull between them.Kenji’s body was relaxed beneath Chang’s touch, the tension he’d been carrying melting away slowly, like wax dripping from a candle.