Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 91: Big Frenzy Mess [M]

At first, Mu Yuze was still a tad disoriented, too dazed from the onslaught of pleasure that rolled through his whole body to comprehend what He Juan was talking about. Yet as soon as his hand bumped against a certain hard, solid and thick length, any lethargy and languidness on his eyes dissipated without a trace and his whole person entered a state of great alert.

He was a professional criminal investigator, after all. Every single day, he would go on a morning run around the neighborhood to keep up his physique. Not only that, because he was an Omega whose body inclined to the slender side, he had to work extra hard to catch up with his Betas and Alphas colleagues. When all was said and done, his physical endurance was higher than ordinary people and it did not take long for his body to heat up again once he held He Juan’s scorching manhood in his palm.

Mu Yuze’s eyes snapped up to He Juan, wide and unblinking.

Even through the layers of clothes, he could already sense the waves of heat emanating through it. It was hot, so hot that Mu Yuze thought his skin would be burned along with it. His heartbeat, which barely slowed down after the earth-shattering orgasm, suddenly throbbed to life again, twice as fast and irregular.

He Juan leaned close and grazed the tip of his nose gently against Mu Yuze’s cheek, inhaling his unique scent. His thick hair spilled over his shoulder like a bowl full of black silk, and on Mu Yuze’s body it felt so ticklish that he could not help but squirm. "Gege..." he murmured in a low and raspy voice, a hint of imploring in his tone. As for what he wanted He Juan to do... he could not bring himself to say it out loud...

"Hmm?" He Juan tilted his head a bit to peck the corner of Mu Yuze’s lips. Not satisfied, he peppered a few more kisses along the line of Mu Yuze’s mouth and said huskily, "If I didn’t remember wrongly, you said that... you want to touch it directly? Am I wrong?"

He Juan heard Mu Yuze’s breath softly hitch on his throat and the slender hand in his grasp shook ever so slightly. He fought against another groan on the tip of his tongue, his head lolled softly to the crook of Mu Yuze’s neck. He Juan’s entire body was as taut as a bowstring ready to be released, yet he did not even dare to move. He merely leaned close to Mu Yuze and nuzzled his face on the spot where the omega’s pheromones felt the warmest and thickest, his breathing coming out in quick pants as he urged the omega to move. "Xiao Ze, Mu Yuze... Precious, help gege, okay?"

The way he acted like a spoiled child shocked Mu Yuze down to the core. In his memory, this person had always been calm, composed and handled everything that came his way with a callous and almost cold-blooded way. He was the most steadfast person Mu Yuze had ever known, and all of a sudden, he recalled himself thinking all those years ago that when he grew up one day, he would want to become like this person.

...Where had He Juan learned to act weak and pitiful like this?

Alas, it was undeniable that this method... seemed to work well against Mu Yuze. Too well, in fact.

It was clear that he was suffering so much to the point where he sweated non-stop. The subtle furrow on his brow and his tense jaw had proven how close he was to the edge. Considering how weak and unguarded Mu Yuze was right now, it would be so easy for him to force the other person to help him reach the peak. Yet he didn’t. He would rather show this docile and defenseless side of him and pleaded in a strained voice. He would rather wait for Mu Yuze to make the first move than to do it himself. Just like a wild, fierce beast who deliberately rolled over to show his most vulnerable tummy...

Mu Yuze’s pupils trembled. It was as if there were thousands of sharp arrows piercing through his heart at once, making it sour and painful. Heart drumming in his throat, he took a deep breath as if bracing himself for what might come. Then his hands tremblingly moved to unbuckle He Juan’s belt. All the while, He Juan was as stiff as a statue. If not for his overheated body and the rapid drum of heartbeat against his chest, he could even pass as an immovable rock.

Mu Yuze buried his face into He Juan’s shoulder, face burning, as his hands fumbled to pull down the zipper of He Juan’s trousers and tugged his boxer brief down. Almost in an instant, his length sprung up as it regained freedom and slapped against Mu Yuze’s hand, eliciting a surprised gasp from the latter.

This was the solid proof of Juan-gege’s desire for him...

He Juan let out another guttural groan. He eased back slightly and stared at Mu Yuze with a pair of pupils which almost resembled slits, panting heavily. "Precious, can you do it yourself or..."

"I can," Mu Yuze gritted out in a quiet voice, surprising the other for how swift his answer was.

But soon, He Juan could no longer think of anything more. A pair of hands, whose shape and outline he had come to be familiar with, closed around his length in a firm and unyielding grip. Another groan was punched out of He Juan’s chest, rendering him breathless.

There was a layer of calluses on Mu Yuze’s fingers, evidence of his hard work through years as an officer, and when they glided over He Juan’s throbbing length, He Juan only felt as if half of his soul had floated out of his body and the other half barely clinging to his consciousness.

It was not like he had not played with himself before. When he was in the mood, he would go to the bathroom and solve his erection with his own hand rather than ignoring it until it went away by itself. However, it was never this... insane. Devastating. It was like every cell in his body had suddenly gone rabid, turning his insides into a big frenzy mess.

Their gazes were locked tightly as Mu Yuze started to increase the pace. Both of his hands moved at the same time, squeezing and kneading, and his fingers... oh God, He Juan had no idea whether the omega did it on purpose or it was completely coincidental, but those fingers were grazing against his sensitive spot each time, turning He Juan almost mad with the floodgate of desire that suddenly rammed open inside him.

When He Juan finally exploded in Mu Yuze’s hands, he could not even utter anything other than his omega’s name.

"Oh God, Mu Yuze...!" his last utterance almost sounded like a tortured cry of a sinner to his Creator. Then with a violent shudder, he released his load all over Mu Yuze’s abdomen, chest, and there were even a few drops which splattered to his cheek. He could not help but stare, enraptured, at the heavenly sight beneath him. To the point where he did not even realize that he had torn off a patch of leather from the couch from how hard he was gripping onto it.

Mu Yuze’s eyes were wide, dazed and bewildered, as he reached out to touch the viscous mess on his body.