Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 586: Bigger and Hotter [M]

Following those words, He Juan began to move his hand, and Mu Yuze’s head fell back, his mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

He Juan was spot on when he said that Mu Yuze was close. He had been, since the Alpha released his pheromones and scented him as though he wanted to drown Mu Yuze in his intoxicating scent. And as He Juan dug his thumb into the sensitive tip of Mu Yuze’s head, Mu Yuze couldn’t hold back any longer and released himself all over the man’s hand, his back arched sharply off the table and his nails digging hard into He Juan’s shoulders, clinging onto the man like a lifeline. Rope after rope of thick cum spilled out of his cock, some even slipping out of He Juan’s fingers.

"G–Gege..." Mu Yuze’s body quivered violently from the aftermath of the intense orgasm. All the while, He Juan continued to lavish him with kisses and praise, whispering to him what a good boy he was, how he wished to mark Mu Yuze and worship his entire body from head to toe...

Mu Yuze lay sprawled on the table, his mind still shrouded in the afterglow of his climax. His breathing was ragged, crimson hue spreading all over his body. Through his blurred vision, he saw He Juan staring at him with an intensity that could rival the sun. His pupils were blown wide, a light flushed adorning his cheekbones. He was gazing at Mu Yuze with sheer awe and astonishment of a man who had crawled out of the pit of hell, only to see the breathtaking scenery the world had to offer.

Another shiver raced down Mu Yuze’s spine, though this time it had nothing to do with the orgasm. It’s me, the realization brought a swell of pride to his chest. I am the one who makes Juan-gege look like this...

Mu Yuze might have just come, yet strangely he did not feel satisfied. At all. On the contrary, this session seemed to have awakened a primitive hunger within him. An aching hollowness gnawed at his core and his hole produced another gush of slick, he was sure that the table was ruined by now.

Not enough... it was not enough at all...

He needed something— something bigger and hotter, something that could satiate his hunger. He needed something that could stuff him full until he was bursting...

He Juan must have gleaned something from his expression because his silver eyes darkened even more, if that was possible. Mu Yuze could feel the Alpha’s cock stirring from where it was pressed against his thigh. "Mu Yuze..." He Juan’s growl was full of warning, and Mu Yuze had to resist the urge to purr. How could He Juan make his simple name sound so... divine yet sinful at the same time? It was like the three characters ’Mu Yuze’ were a part of a forbidden scripture, and the way He Juan spoke of his name was akin to a prayer— for chaos, for destruction. Mu Yuze watched as a drop of sweat traced its path down He Juan’s cheek, as the man gritted out, "You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"

"What?" Mu Yuze croaked, his throat still raw from all the screaming. He had no idea what he looked like right now, but he had a general gist of it. And oh, to think that he could affect He Juan this much, it filled him with an unprecedented sense of superiority. "I didn’t even do anything..." he grumbled under his breath, fluttering his dark and wet lashes.

He Juan finally let go of his flaccid cock. Mu Yuze shuddered as the cool air met the sticky residue, and he promptly sucked in a breath, eyes going wide in shock, when he felt He Juan’s fingers wandering south, stroking and gliding until they reached his entrance.

"So wet," He Juan commented with a click of his tongue, feigning annoyance when he was anything but. And Mu Yuze felt himself growing even wetter because he was truly weak for this kind of Gege— hot, mean, and demanding. "Do you think this place needs my attention too? Hmm?"

"Ah... ah..." Mu Yuze was unable to hold back his cries whenever He Juan’s fingers teased his rim, so very close to where he yearned for them to be. Breath hitching, he clung onto the broad plane of He Juan’s shoulders for purchase as he desperately attempted to rock his body, grinding against those long and calloused fingers. "Please... please, Gege! I need..." he babbled incoherently, the words not even registered in his mind. All he knew was that he wanted, and he would soon die if He Juan did not give it to him.

"What?" He Juan sounded utterly breathless as he asked. "What do you need, Mu Yuze?"

Alas, before Mu Yuze could say something like begging for He Juan to fuck him senseless, He Juan abruptly tensed, his gaze snapping towards the door.

The sudden reaction managed to wipe off a fraction of haze covering Mu Yuze’s mind, allowing him to hear the unmistakable footsteps that rapidly approached where they were. Mu Yuze had not even had the chance to react when He Juan moved with lightning speed, snatching a jacket draped over the chair and covering Mu Yuze’s body with it.

Almost at the same time, the door slammed open and a familiar voice cried out, "Fuck, Mu Yuze, are you alright?! I smelled your pheromones and—"

"GET OUT!" He Juan’s voice thundered in the room, his eyes aflame with fury, seething at the notion of his mate’s naked form being seen by another person.

"Uh," Kang Guanyu managed, intelligently. He must have assumed that something untoward had happened to Mu Yuze, considering how he would never take off his gland patch when he was still on duty, and hence he had come running without even taking a good look at the situation. When his gaze collided with He Juan’s furious ones, he let out a surprised yelp, slapped a hand over his eyes, and stuttered out, "S–S–S–Sorry for the intrusion!"

He hastily retreated and slammed the door shut with enough force to shake the walls.

I’m going to murder him, Mu Yuze thought darkly as he propped himself up, wrapping He Juan’s suit jacket more securely around him. I will murder him and toss his body on the highway so he will be run over by countless trucks.

Unfortunately, the intimate atmosphere in the air was completely ruined by Kang Guanyu’s sudden appearance, allowing Mu Yuze to regain his rationality that had been thrown out of the window the second He Juan lay his hands on him.

"Are you okay?" He Juan helped him to sit up properly, and Mu Yuze grimaced at the sensation of slick pooling beneath his butt. He Juan appeared visibly annoyed as he asked, "Do you know him?"

"Mn," Mu Yuze answered absent-mindedly, as his mind was calculating the possibility that he could hold onto his suit jacket and add it as a new collection for his nest. "He’s the colleague who participated in this event with me, Kang Guanyu."

"...Who?"

Sensing something odd from He Juan’s tone, Mu Yuze raised his head to see the man with his brows furrowed. "Who did you say his name is?" he asked again with a complex look in his eyes. "Kang Guanyu...?"