Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 585: Too Much! [M]

"You will... what?!" Mu Yuze almost choked on his saliva. Only then did his current indecent appearance dawned on him— fiery cheeks, watery eyes, kiss-swollen lips, dark bruises around his throat, and his legs wide open, putting his aroused state on full display...

He felt his hole tightening at the mere notion of it. Mortified, Mu Yuze attempted to pull his legs back, but He Juan was one step faster as he held onto Mu Yuze’s ankle and adjusted it so that his leg was hanging by the armchair. And oh, it was so... so obscene, so vulgar, the way he had his legs parted so wide as though inviting the Alpha to—

"Don’t want to?" He Juan’s fingers slipped into the hem of his stocking, caressing the naked skin of his thigh. He peered up at Mu Yuze, his silver eyes sharp and smoldering as he gauged Mu Yuze’s reaction. "Haven’t you done this before with... him?"

Unlike his previous bitter tone, now He Juan sounded as though he was genuinely interested in the answer, interested in knowing how far they had gone in the past, and Mu Yuze felt a wave of relief wash over him. It’s good that He Juan seemed to have come to his senses, for Mu Yuze couldn’t fathom how he would even feel jealous when the man Mu Yuze could see had been him and him alone.

However, that did not change the fact that He Juan was still waiting for his answer. Biting his already raw lip, Mu Yuze shook his head, unable to bring himself to voice the answer out loud.

He Juan’s silver eyes gleamed with the intensity of a predator who had successfully cornered its prey. Being the insufferable man he was, he coaxed with that deep and seductive voice of his, his fingers still drawing circles on Mu Yuze’s skin, making his calf tremble. "Use your words, sweetheart. You don’t want Gege to be so rough with you anymore, do you?"

I do, his inner omega whispered, against his better judgment. I actually like it... when Gege is being a little rough.

It spoke of the Alpha’s desperation and urgency, and Mu Yuze simply loved to see his Gege lose his cool over him. Not that he would admit it out loud. He had a hunch that he should tread carefully tonight, especially after the grave and sinful warning he had received earlier.

Blushing, Mu Yuze managed to stammer out, "W–We didn’t... we didn’t go as far as you think. We haven’t even gone all the way yet..."

"Oh?" He Juan raised an intrigued brow at the admission.

He seemed to be muttering something like ’what a lame guy’ under his breath, but Mu Yuze couldn’t be certain, not when he shifted his gaze downward and accidentally caught sight of the impressive tent in He Juan’s trousers. Under the dim ray of moonlight, the outline of his arousal strained so painfully clear against the fabric, and Mu Yuze felt his throat run dry. How had he managed to take something of that size into his mouth without dislocating his jaw before?

"Earth to Mu Yuze." His chin was being softly pinched and he snapped his head up to realize that He Juan was staring at him with an amused look. "What are you looking at? Do you want this?"

Without even batting an eyelid, he cupped his own raging erection with his large palm, and Mu Yuze released an embarrassingly needy moan from his throat. The image of He Juan pleasuring himself flashed in his mind, but he quickly shook it off. He should really stop thinking about it or else he would come untouched.

"Fuck, Mu Yuze, you’re so hot..." He Juan’s words came out more like a hiss, and then he rolled his swivel chair closer and reached out to Mu Yuze’s waist. "Don’t worry, Gege will give you whatever you want... later. For now, let’s take this off you first, okay?"

The two of them fumbled with the zipper of the suit for a while, too consumed by their urgency to be close to each other. And when the suit finally loosened around Mu Yuze, He Juan did not waste even one second to yank it off him, almost tearing a cry out of Mu Yuze’s throat when the friction brushed oh so deliciously against his sensitive cock.

"Oh..." Sucking in a sharp breath, He Juan’s gaze was locked on the space between his legs, or more specifically his weeping cock, and the slick that had surely coated his inner thighs. Mu Yuze should be ashamed— he really should, with how he was sprawled on top of the table like a sumptuous feast waiting for He Juan to sink his teeth into, clad in nothing but the fishnet black stockings, collar and cuffs.

But he couldn’t find it in himself to think anymore as He Juan propped his thighs up, dragging those sexy lips across the skin right above his stocking. Mu Yuze had to bite back a whimper as the Alpha’s scorching exhale fanned his sensitive skin, so very close to his core.

"Mu Yuze, you’re just so..." He had no chance to hear the continuation of He Juan’s sentence because right after that, He Juan bent down and took him all the way down to the base.

And scream Mu Yuze did.

"G–Gege...!" His upper body fell backward and the back of his head collided with the table with a resounding thump as a tight and scorching heat enveloped his overly sensitive cock. He arched his back sharply, his legs spasming, but He Juan’s strong hands held him firmly in place like an immovable steel.

He Juan hollowed his cheeks and began to suck Mu Yuze off in earnest. Each sensual stroke of his tongue sent electrifying heat coursing through Mu Yuze’s body, down to the tip of his toes. He took Mu Yuze apart so expertly as though he was born to do this, as though Mu Yuze was nothing but a pliable clay he could knead and play with as he pleased.

When He Juan’s heated tongue swiped across the sensitive spot on his underside, he screamed so loud that the sound ricocheted off the walls. He was sure that he saw stars behind his eyelids from the intense pleasure that sent shockwaves through his core. He couldn’t even react as He Juan hooked his leg over his strong shoulder.

Oh God, it was too much... this pleasure... this fiery inferno blazing in his veins... it was all too much!

His hands scrambled to grab onto anything for purchase, yet there was nothing on the table he could hold onto. Until eventually, he could only bury his fingers into He Juan’s hair, tugging on it, as the man’s movement became more intense. Mu Yuze had never felt something like this before— such a maddening sensation that threatened to unravel him down to every fiber of his being. It felt like he was riding in an out-of-control train that could crash at any moment. And it scared him, not knowing whether he would get out of this alive; not knowing what would have become of him once He Juan was done.

He did not even realize that he had started sobbing until He Juan pulled himself off with a wet pop and rose to his feet, hovering over him. A tender hand cupped his face and wiped away his tears.

"What’s wrong, Xiao Ze?" He Juan asked in a hoarse voice, his lips a vibrant crimson. His eyes were almost black in color due to the suppressed lust, yet the sight of his mate’s tears overrode everything. "Are you hurt? Did I do something wrong?"

Mu Yuze shook his head, though he must have looked unconvincing with the tears that flowed down his face. Like a child who finally found his safe haven, he reached out both arms and clung onto He Juan’s shoulders tightly, hiccuping, "I–It doesn’t hurt. I’m just... scared..." The last word was spoken so softly that He Juan almost did not catch it. "It feels... too good..."

Mu Yuze’s cheeks burned at the admission. Here he was, being pleasured by his beloved Gege, yet he had gone and ruined it with his cowardice. How pathetic you are, Mu Yuze!

Contrary to his expectations, He Juan did not tease him at all. Instead, his eyes softened, and he began to shower soft kisses all over Mu Yuze’s face and neck until Mu Yuze moaned and chased his lips for more, not caring even if he tasted his own release there. He Juan chuckled, "My bad. I was too hasty, huh?" Before Mu Yuze could say anything in response, He Juan pressed a lingering kiss on his forehead and murmured, his voice brimming with tenderness and love, "Thank you for using your words with me, Xiao Ze. You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?"

There must be magic in the cadence of He Juan’s voice because once again, Mu Yuze found himself relaxing. His head became all light and floaty thanks to He Juan’s praise. "Mn... ’m good..."

"Good boy, so good for Gege..." As He Juan planted another kiss on his eyelids, his palm began to glide down the smooth surface of Mu Yuze’s stomach, taking hold of the omega’s leaking little cock. Mu Yuze keened softly, and He Juan hushed him, saying, "It’s okay, you can hold onto Gege. You’re close, aren’t you? I will be merciful this time because it’s your first, but after this..." he chuckled, his eyes dark with meaning.

"Don’t think that you can stop me even if you cry and beg for mercy, my sweet little rabbit..."