Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 621: Gege’s Good Boy [M]

"...Khh!" Tears sprang up in Mu Yuze’s eyes at the sudden and forceful intrusion.

His throat spasmed as his gag reflex kicked in. He scrambled to back away, but it was futile for He Juan’s hands were keeping his head in place. He could only grab onto He Juan’s thighs amid his desperation, nails digging in to anchor himself. His entire body trembled and shuddered, too overwhelmed by the fresh wave of arousal that left him dripping wet.

"Ah, fuck..." He Juan threw his head back and groaned out loud. His eyes were screwed shut, teeth grinding and face contorting in sheer bliss and pleasure. The sensation of Mu Yuze’s narrow throat squeezing and massaging him was beyond words, making his head go blank in that split second. He almost thought he was going to cum right then and there.

Holy shit, Mu Yuze was not exaggerating when he said that he could make this quick, but... how could He Juan allow it to happen? His pride and dignity as a superior Alpha was at stake here!

Grabbing the base of his own shaft, He Juan clenched his jaws and attempted to regulate his breathing. He opened his eyes to find Mu Yuze looking utterly wrecked.

Tears welled up in his red-rimmed as he struggled to breathe, his skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration. His cheeks were flushed so red that blood could be squeezed out of them, and his lips... oh those beautiful lips had never looked more alluring wrapped around his cock, with saliva dribbling down his chin. As He Juan withdrew slightly, Mu Yuze shot him a scathing glare, though it only served to fuel He Juan’s excitement.

Goodness, since when did he become such a sadist? Alas, he simply couldn’t help himself. The sight of Mu Yuze in tears, mouth stuffed full with his cock was just so... so...

"Tsk, what a messy eater," he clicked his tongue in faux annoyance, eliciting a tiny choked whimper from the omega’s throat. Mu Yuze’s eyelids fluttered shut when He Juan stroked his hair, tears sliding down his cheeks. "Sweetheart, do you know what you look like right now? You look like... ugh, like you’re born for this – to take my cock. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?"

Following those words, He Juan slowly pushed himself inside inch by inch, until Mu Yuze once again choked and gagged around his length. He blubbered, more tears and saliva staining his face.

"Sssh..." He Juan cooed softly, though he had no idea himself that an almost savage grin was spreading across his face at the moment. His fingers traced the bulge on Mu Yuze’s throat, almost addicted to the sensation. "You can take it. Good boy, just breathe. Yes, that’s right... move your tongue, sweetheart... mmm, if you can’t take it all in, just use your hands. Yes, that’s Gege’s good boy..."

Despite his forceful demeanor, his words were nothing but sweet and encouraging. Mu Yuze whimpered, feeling himself sinking deeper and deeper into the subspace where everything was fuzzy, and the only thing mattered was He Juan’s words. With each praise uttered from the Alpha’s mouth, his throat gradually loosened and he managed to take in more than half of He Juan’s massive length – a remarkable achievement he failed to accomplish the first time around.

The taste of precum was bitter on the base of his tongue, but the warm and musky scent of his Alpha’s pheromones turned it into the world’s most delicious cuisine, or the highest quality of drugs.

All too soon, he found himself addicted to the fullness in his mouth, wishing that the Alpha would just ram his entire length inside and use him like a fleshlight. He had to behave well... he had to open his mouth wider and become Gege’s good boy... more, he wanted more!

Without him realizing, he began to bob his head on his own, no longer needing He Juan to guide him. He moaned around the pulsating girth, striving to take his Alpha in deeper and deeper, careful to tuck his teeth in. He even sobbed in protest when the other withdrew.

He Juan was right – he could take this. He was born to do this. Oh, what a sinful and depraved thing he was. But he couldn’t find it in himself to be ashamed, if it meant he could bring his Alpha to heavens.

"—hiss!" He Juan sucked in cold air when he and Mu Yuze began to move in tandem.

When he pulled out, Mu Yuze would suck on his tip and swallow the precum, and when he thrust in, Mu Yuze would work on his throat and try to take him deeper still. Their rhythm grew faster, wilder and hotter, until He Juan could feel the pleasure coiling higher and higher, sending a wave of tremor all over his body. Amidst it all, he did not forget to shower his omega with fervent praises,

"Yes, fuck... that’s it! Harder, sweetheart. Hnngh, what a good boy. You’re being such a good omega for me, aren’t you? I’m going to—!"

All at once, climax rushed through him like a volcanic eruption, and he released all of his load into his omega’s mouth, who was more than eager to devour everything he was given.

He Juan swore he saw stars behind his eyelids. It was the most intense, mind-blowing orgasm he’d ever had in a long while – outside of his rut, of course. And Mu Yuze, the little minx, drove him crazier by lapping up his length and cleaning him up as though he hadn’t had enough.

When all was said and done, he peered up at He Juan through his damp lashes and inquired raspily, his slender frame trembling from the force of his own orgasm. "Haa... h–how is it...?"

As if he had not taken He Juan apart and pieced him whole again.

Laughing breathlessly, He Juan pulled him up by the arm, cradled the back of his head and crashed their lips together, tasting himself on the omega’s tongue. "It’s perfect..." he whispered once they parted, his voice rough on the edges. "You did an excellent job, omega. But too bad, you took six minutes and thirteen seconds."

Smooth laughter bubbled out of his throat at Mu Yuze’s dumbfounded look. "How would you like your punishment? Hmm?"

***

When He Juan walked out of the police bureau, not even a strand of his hair was out of place. His suit remained neat and immaculate, and he definitely did not look like someone who had just gotten a blowjob. "Sorry to make you wait," he beamed at Chen Youzhi, perhaps brighter than usual. "I had to make a detour to the bathroom."

Wholly oblivious, Chen Youzhi accepted the excuse with a nod and led him toward the car. "Judging from your expression, I guess everything goes well?"

He Juan gave a blink before chuckling softly. "Oh yes, it does. Come to think of it, why is Prime Minister Liang looking for me? Did she need something?"

"No," Chen Youzhi shook his head, opening the car door for He Juan. "Don’t worry, it’s nothing at all. She was just—" his words abruptly halted once he turned his head and had a good look at He Juan’s face. Alarm etched across his face. "Why are you sweating so much? Are you feeling unwell, Boss?"

"Ah, this?" He Juan haphazardly wiped his forehead and found that his palm indeed came out damp. He gave a casual answer as he slid into his seat naturally, "Nah, I’m good – better than ever. Tsk, you have no idea how hot it is inside, Chen’er. I feel like I’m about to be roasted alive!"

Chen Youzhi suspected that the man was lying, but he had no evidence to back his claim. Thus he could only give He Juan a skeptical look before closing the door. But then when he took the driver’s seat, he noticed He Juan frozen on the back, staring at his own hand with a rarely seen stunned expression.

"Boss?" Chen Youzhi furrowed his brow. "If you—"

"Chen’er..." He Juan cut him off. Slowly, he raised his head to meet Chen Youzhi’s eyes through the rearview mirror, a disbelieving laugh slipping off his mouth. "Do you happen to know... my rut schedule for the past seven years...?"