Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 692: Perfection [M]

Before Mu Yuze’s last word could settle in the air, his vision abruptly tilted on its axis and the next thing he knew, he was sprawled on the bed with He Juan looming above him, between his legs.

Mu Yuze’s heart began to race erratically in his chest, but the warm concern he sensed in He Juan’s eyes, silently checking if he was okay, dissolved the last traces of his apprehension. He reached out and hooked his arms around He Juan’s neck, pulling him closer.

"Gege..."

A tiny sound escaped his throat when He Juan leaned in, arms braced on either side of him, kissing the side of his neck. He subconsciously tilted his head up as He Juan sucked a mark there, his mouth hot and insistent. Not content with just one, He Juan left a few more hickeys, reducing Mu Yuze into a gasping and trembling mess.

They had not even done anything yet, and Mu Yuze already felt his entire body turning soft and pliant, blossoming under his Alpha’s gentle touches and kisses. He tried to rub his legs together to alleviate the aching emptiness he felt there, yet it was proven difficult with He Juan’s solid presence between them.

Oh, blame this all on the passive heat for making him so needy and sensitive!

Amidst the intoxication, He Juan held the hem of his shirt and tugged it upwards.

"Up and off," he instructed with a low chuckle. Droplets of sweat left their glistening trail on his bronze skin, making him look twice as hot and sexy. "We have to prepare you first before my rut fully settles in. I don’t want to hurt you later."

How unfair, Mu Yuze thought as he bit down on his bottom lip, his cheeks flushing crimson as he raised his arms and let He Juan remove his shirt for him. Was it the charm of a mature man? Even after He Juan lost his memory, his smooth-talking remained unchanged, so effortlessly turning Mu Yuze all hot and bothered simply with a few words of his.

How could he utter something so embarrassing without batting an eyelid? It made Mu Yuze realize all over again how he was no match for this man.

Sensing that He Juan had become strangely silent, he peeked through his lashes and saw He Juan’s solemn gaze fixated on... his waist? Oh no, how could he forget? He still had a large and ugly bruise there from the repulsive Alpha’s kick! Not only that, he also had quite a lot of small bruises and abrasions marring his skin!

"D-Don’t look..." Mu Yuze felt his cheeks turn hot from embarrassment as he attempted to turn his body sideways to hide the bruise from He Juan’s eyes. On another note, wasn’t the light too bright here? Shouldn’t they turn it off?!

Before Mu Yuze could bring it up, however, He Juan firmly held his knee, preventing any attempts to evade his gaze. His touch was gentle yet resolute, leaving no room for Mu Yuze to squirm around.

"G–Gege... ah!" A startled cry escaped Mu Yuze’s lips when, without warning, He Juan bent down to press his lips right on where the large bruise was. Mu Yuze was so shocked that he almost jumped out of his skin, his breath hitching as he felt He Juan’s warm and moist tongue lapping on the hideous discoloration.

The sensation of that nimble tongue running across his sensitive waist was so... oh God...!

"Don’t—!" His hand instinctively flew to He Juan’s hair, trying to pull him away to no avail. "Gege, don’t lick there... it– it’s ugly— oh!" The breath was punched out of his lungs when He Juan bit down lightly in admonishment.

Tears sprung up Mu Yuze’s eyes as he trembled under the gentle brush of He Juan’s hot breath fanning across his lower abdomen. His toes pushed against the mattress, overwhelmed by the onslaught of the pleasurable sensations rolling through his body. He could feel slick oozing out of him, drenching his inner thighs.

Goodness... why hadn’t he realized how sensitive he was before?!

He was so out of it that he failed to notice when He Juan pulled down his pajama trousers together with his boxer, revealing his arousal under the bright lights.

"G–Gege!" Mu Yuze shrank into a little crimson shrimp. Not because of fear, of course. He had shown his naked body to He Juan once before, after all. It was all due to the bruises on his body!

This matter had completely slipped off Mu Yuze’s mind altogether as he was too distraught by He Juan’s unconscious state. Now that they had reached this point, would the sight turn He Juan off? T–They were all so ugly...

"Not ugly," He Juan rasped as if he could read Mu Yuze’s mind. He lowered his body until he was positioned on the same level as Mu Yuze’s feet, and then under Mu Yuze’s disbelieving gaze, he began to kiss his way up the omega’s ankle, focusing on the horrendous handprints, the abrasions and other bruises marring the omega’s milky skin. His kisses were all so tender and careful as if he was afraid to hurt Mu Yuze more, yet it was also like he was trying to erase the haunting sensation of the others’ touches on Mu Yuze’s body.

"Every wound, every bruise, and scar on your body..." he exhaled hotly, emotions surging in his tender silver eyes. "They’re all perfection in my eyes. So don’t hide yourself from me, precious."

Witnessing his Alpha, the man he had longed for for the better part of his life, worshiping his body in such a pious manner, caused the corner of Mu Yuze’s heart to crumble, and he couldn’t suppress a sob that escaped his lips.

How, every single time... how was it that this person could make him feel so secure, so wanted, cherished and treasured? Mu Yuze had very little trust in himself, believing that he was not up to par with other Omega in terms of delicacy and sweetness. Yet each time, He Juan managed to toss his doubt into oblivion and convince him that everything about him was beautiful.

I love you, he thought desperately. I love you, I love you, I love you, I lovelovelove—

Biting down on his lip, Mu Yuze blurted out before he could second-guess himself. "G–Gege..."

When He Juan cast an inquisitive look his way, he tremblingly reached out, grabbed He Juan’s wrist, and guided the Alpha to the spot between his legs where it had been dripping wet and aching with emptiness.

"Hurry..." he mewled, pleading unabashedly. "Touch me here..."