Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 88: Mu Yuze’s Marks [M]

He Juan had the urge to fasten the buttons again to hide his body from sight, but he fiercely held himself back for some reason he could not comprehend. He forced his tensed body to relax against the couch and flashed a laid-back smile toward Mu Yuze, which was the complete opposite to what he was feeling right now.

"It’s okay, you can be honest," he said. "Gege won’t get mad at you."

Mu Yuze had not taken his eyes off He Juan’s chest — not even one second from the start. He nodded sagely, "Indeed, it’s a little ugly..."

Perhaps it was how easily Mu Yuze admitted it, or perhaps he was just too taken aback by Mu Yuze’s brutal honesty, He Juan did not feel that hurt upon hearing the truth. Instead, he let out a mirthful chuckle as though amused at Mu Yuze’s deadpan reaction.

As it turned out, Mu Yuze was not done yet.

He rubbed his fingertips on the edge of the pinkish scar, earning him another muffled groan from He Juan. And then his eyes flicked up at He Juan for a split second before returning down again. He murmured under his breath, "...but I don’t hate it."

"...Pardon?" The question came out breathless. He Juan was so enamored by the ticklish and unbearable sensation of Mu Yuze’s fingers that he did not catch what the other had just said.

"I said..." With a deep inhale, Mu Yuze held onto the opening of He Juan’s shirt and tugged hard— the sound of fabric being ripped echoed harshly in the quiet house, followed by the clinking of buttons flying noisily all over the ground.

He Juan’s jaws dropped open, dumbfounded. His shirt was in tatters now, hanging over his shoulders and displaying all of his hidden scars in their glory. The culprit, Mu Yuze, merely harrumphed in satisfaction. This time He Juan saw it clearly – the faint curve on the corner of Mu Yuze’s lips. He licked his bottom lip, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes. "...They’re Juan-gege’s scars. Of course, I will like them."

He Juan’s pupils trembled and his mind buzzed as though someone had smacked him right on the head.

He had no idea which surprised him the most — Mu Yuze’s rough manhandling, his passionate words, the first genuine smile he showed, or... all of the above. He Juan was akin to an overheated machine that was overwhelmed by data, his brain lagging behind a beat. As such, he still could not react even when Mu Yuze inched closer.

"Oh—!" He Juan gasped in shock when he found a hot, moist sensation running across his chest. T–That was... Mu Yuze’s tongue! Oh goodness, Mu Yuze was licking his—

As if it was a mirage, all the previous composure He Juan showed vanished miserably with a poof, replaced with an inexplicable panic and fluster. His grip around Mu Yuze’s slender waist tightened, whether it was to pull the omega away or to encourage him to continue, even he could not say for certain.

"Xiao Ze, you... what are you doing?!" He forced the question through gritted teeth. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Mu Yuze raised his eyelids to peer up at him and the tip of his lashes swept across He Juan’s sensitive skin. He Juan felt as if someone had locked his body in an electric chair, making his pulse jump wildly along with each of Mu Yuze’s movements.

"Can’t you tell?" He informed He Juan in a matter-of-fact tone, as if his words were not a bomb that would send He Juan straight into a cardiac arrest. "I am going to put my marks on you now."

He Juan shuddered violently and his cock swelled even harder within his pants. Oh God... to think that one day he would expose his hideous body for another person to see, and that aforementioned person did not show any disgust he’d expected. Instead, he took his sweet time... pressing one kiss after another, mouthing and licking, on each line of He Juan’s scars. He acted with so much gentleness that it became increasingly tortuous for He Juan to bear.

Each kiss that landed on his scars felt like a burning brand. An invisible mark. Mu Yuze might not give him even a single hickey, yet He Juan felt that this was even more potent than that.

It was as if Mu Yuze was carving his mark right on He Juan’s soul. One that would not disappear for this lifetime and the lifetime after that...

He Juan bit his bottom lip so hard that he tasted blood on the tip of his tongue. His entire body was on the verge of exploding, like a volcano which had bellied a land of magma for centuries. For the lack of any leverage, He Juan subconsciously grasped onto Mu Yuze’s shirt, and the sheer garment was abruptly torn into rags under his uncontrollable strength. He only registered that he was holding something in his hand which he tossed aside without even a glance.

Then, in the next moment...

He learned the bliss of having Mu Yuze’s naked skin pressed against him. "Oh God..." he let out a pained grunt when Mu Yuze suddenly went limp on his chest, his cheeks flushed deep red as he glared accusingly at He Juan for tearing his clothes apart.

He Juan could not endure being in this passive state anymore. Shrugging the tattered shirt from his body, he hoisted Mu Yuze up until the omega was sitting directly above his aching cock. Both of them groaned at the same time from that one point of contact. They were clearly still separated by a few layers of clothes, yet it was as if that touch had reached deep into their soul.

"Gege... what—" Mu Yuze hastily gripped He Juan’s shoulders for support. Yet before he could do anything, He Juan’s mouth was suddenly on his chest, making him gasp out loud. "Ah...!"

"Ssh... it’s okay. Don’t be afraid." He Juan hushed him softly. "Gege will not hurt you." In his inebriated state, he subconsciously released a strand of soothing pheromones to comfort his omega, not realizing that it would only serve to drive the latter even more insane.

He Juan was obsessed with the silky and smooth sensation of Mu Yuze’s skin as he ran his palms across Mu Yuze’s naked back. His eyes zeroed in on the taut pink nipples amid the pale expanse of Mu Yuze’s fair skin, unable to tear his gaze away. He Juan swallowed once, then without giving himself a chance to think twice, his mouth moved to close over the right bud.

His eyelids fluttered close as he clamped the hard nipple between his teeth, then sucking it into his mouth as if he wanted to suck something out. The tip of his tongue darted out to tease the hard nub again and again, flicking and rolling around playfully, earning him a violent shudder and harsh cries from the omega that were nothing short of divine.

"Ah... gege! No... t–that place is...!!" Mu Yuze clung desperately onto him, his fingers clenching tightly on the Alpha’s long hair. His breathy moans were pure pleasurable torture that caused He Juan’s last shred of control to snap.

His hand glided over Mu Yuze’s sweaty back, following the delicate arc of his waist before slipping in through the hem of his leather pants.

"Oh God, Xiao Ze..." He Juan groaned when his fingers made contact with a patch of dampness. "You’re so wet..."