Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 583: Just A Little Ticklish

He Juan nuzzled his face closer to Mu Yuze, as close as physically possible. He had never really been a fan of physical touch. Even after discovering that Mu Yuze was his mate, his instinct was more focused on how to provide for him, how to make him happy and satisfied. And He Juan was content with only that – or at least he used to.

Until now.

Until he learned how cozy and comfortable it was to be embraced by Mu Yuze, to have Mu Yuze’s fingers carding through his hair, smoothing down the wayward strands that had become messy due to his tugging earlier. He Juan felt so relaxed that he could literally fall asleep on his feet. Oh how he wished they could stay like this forever...

He let out a soft hum. "Did I?" he asked, more to hear Mu Yuze’s voice than to chase after an answer.

He had never meant to doubt the sincerity of Mu Yuze’s feelings. Even back then, when people walked out on him one after another, only Mu Yuze stubbornly remained by his side. Only Mu Yuze pleaded for him to stay, accepting him for who he truly was despite all the atrocious crimes he had committed.

However, that was already seven years ago. It was a time long enough to change someone entirely. Moreover, with how Mu Yuze had glimpsed the ordinary life he could’ve had with the past He Juan, it made him afraid that... perhaps, Mu Yuze would think that he was too much. Perhaps XIU, with all of the sins weighing down on this name, would be too much for him to endure.

But here Mu Yuze was, telling him with words and actions that he could take it, that he had only ever wanted He Juan alone.

How could such a lovely and beautiful soul exist in this world?

It made He Juan feel silly now for competing with a rival who essentially did not exist. It seemed like he had to work harder to regain his memories if he wanted to make Mu Yuze happy. He Juan made that mental note in his mind to do just that.

Mu Yuze, unaware of his hidden intentions, earnestly began to recount, "Well, for starters, you bailed me out of jail when I was fourteen, and... hmm..." a breathy sigh slipped out of his lips as He Juan showered tender kisses on the side of his neck, and he bared his neck willingly to grant the man wider access. "And you... took me into your house, fed me delicious food, bought me clothes, celebrated my— s-stop that! If you keep this on, I won’t be able to finish my sentence!"

He Juan chuckled and playfully licked a stripe over Mu Yuze’s neck, though his eyes quickly turned somber as he spotted the darkening bruises on the omega’s delicate skin. "Does it hurt?" He asked, his fingers caressing the discoloration with feathery touch.

Another toe-curling shiver ran down Mu Yuze’s spine, and he bit down on his lips to muffle the embarrassing sounds he might make. His breathing came out in ragged gasps as a hint of moisture clung to his lashes. Did He Juan even realize the intoxicating effect his touch had on Mu Yuze? How easy it was for him to render Mu Yuze’s rational mind useless?

"...What?" He asked breathlessly because he, for the love of God, could no longer remember what they were talking about in the first place.

"This," He Juan tapped on the bruised area of his neck, and he pulled back to give Mu Yuze a concerned look. "Does it hurt? I was so rough with you."

Mu Yuze needed two full seconds to register what He Juan was talking about, and his eyes widened when it finally clicked in his mind. Goodness, he would have forgotten it if not for He Juan’s reminder! Under the Alpha’s unwavering gaze, he shook his head and replied, "It doesn’t hurt at all..."

"Are you sure?" He Juan sought his eyes, while his hands moved behind Mu Yuze to examine his back. "I also slammed you on this table. This would surely—"

"Mnn!" An involuntary sound escaped Mu Yuze’s lips when He Juan stroked the sensitive area around his shoulder blades. Mu Yuze instinctively shied away from the touch, but that movement only sent himself further into He Juan’s embrace, close enough that his nose almost smacked into He Juan’s chin.

For a moment, both of them froze. Mu Yuze, too mortified by the sound he had just made and He Juan, too enthralled.

Taking a deep steadying breath, He Juan continued his inspection as his fingers trailed along the area where he assumed was the most affected by the earlier slamming, and in return, Mu Yuze squirmed even closer, his stuttering exhale brushing against He Juan’s jugular. "G–Gege..." he whimpered, almost in a plea.

He Juan let out an inquisitive sound from his throat. "What is it, my little bunny? Does it really hurt?" Even though his tone still sounded genuinely concerned, his fingers seemed to have grown a will of their own as they slowly traced the line of Mu Yuze’s spine, counting the jut of his vertebrae from the top to bottom. He Juan merely used the tip of his fingers, but Mu Yuze’s reaction was nothing short of spectacular as he arched his back so beautifully, another exquisite moan escaping his lips.

The way Mu Yuze responded so intensely to his touches was akin to a gasoline fanning the wildfire within He Juan, morphing it into a blazing fiery volcano. The silky sensation of Mu Yuze’s skin was too addictive; he was consumed with the visceral urge to mark this man inside out until he was reduced into a whimpering, crying, and pleading mess. Oh how heavenly would that sight be...

"N–No..." Mu Yuze forced his swollen tongue to work, struggling to respond to He Juan’s earlier inquiry. He grasped He Juan’s arms, attempting to push them away, but the strength he used was so feeble that it hardly made a difference. "Not hurt, it’s just a little ticklish..."

He Juan reached out another hand to lift Mu Yuze’s chin, and his heart stuttered at the sight of the omega’s dazed and intoxicated eyes, the deep beautiful flush on his cheeks, and his kiss-swollen lips that were parted in quick puffs of breath. He looked like he’d just had his fair share of liquor.

It couldn’t be... was Mu Yuze drunk on his pheromones?

The sight of his mate, so soft and pliant in his arms, was awakening a dormant part in He Juan that he always fought to suppress. Now that primal urge was thrashing against the cage of his composure, threatening to break it down to pieces. The color of his eyes darkened as his hand slowly, ever so slowly moved upward until he cupped the back of Mu Yuze’s neck, right where his gland was located.

Mu Yuze keened, his head dropping to He Juan’s shoulder as he trembled all over. "Gege... gege..." sweet pleas fell from his alluring lips again and again. The scent of an aroused omega in the air was so potent that He Juan felt like he would die if he did not taste it from the source – right this instant.

"Xiao Ze is so sensitive..." he purred, a hint of dark amusement in his voice. "Have you always been like this or... is it because of me? Hmm?"

Succumbing to his desire, he leaned in and planted his lips on the warm skin above Mu Yuze’s gland.