351: 7.41 Show Me, Pet [M]

7.41 Show Me, Pet [M]

1cw: still a little dub-con. Moshe finally realized he could do nothing against LYZ and there's also a lil violence here and there :)2

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Angry veins throbbed on Moshe's forehead and a strained groan was torn out of his throat. "I will kill you. I will definitely kill you…!" Like before, his threats fell into deaf ears. The finger inside him was long and thick, probing and stroking. The pad was coarse due to thick calluses and the short nails grazed against his insides. It stung. Of course it did. Moshe had never welcomed any touch in that place before. Lu Yizhou only slipped in a knuckle but Moshe already felt as if he was being split into two. 

His furious eyes quickly accessed the surroundings before they landed on the binding around his wrists. He wasn't a professional for nothing. Even though Lu Yizhou's technique was more advanced than he had expected, Moshe could already see how he was going to undo the rope. Yes, he could… if only his mind wasn't hindered by the intrusion on his lower half. 

"You're dry." Lu Yizhou pointed out in a matter-of-fact tone. 

"No shit, Sherlock!" Moshe laughed angrily. "Do you think I will be able to produce slick on my own?!"

"You will." The glint of determination on Lu Yizhou's eyes was the only warning Moshe got before the man suddenly ducked his head and… just like that time, licked into Moshe's asshole! Except this time he didn't even deemed it necessary to remove his finger, only tugging it aside to make some space for his tongue and in exchange, stretching Moshe beyond reason. 

"Y–You bastard!" Moshe almost bit on his tongue. He strained his neck but he could see nothing… only feel; the wet insistent tongue on his rims, the flash of teeth he would feel once in a while, and the scorching breath that brushed against his sensitive skin… There was a spitting sound, followed by a trickle of liquid that eased the movement of Lu Yizhou's fingers, in and out, deeper and deeper each time. That… That was…!

Shudders shot up his spine and sparks exploded behind his eyelids. The wet slick sounds below, the sly moves of Lu Yizhou's finger and tongue, the engulfing heat… they shimmered low in his belly and he could feel his cock begin to fill, thickening. The burn gradually eased and from then on, only numb pleasure remained.

A surprised shout escaped his lips when Lu Yizhou's finger pressed against a particular spot. It was as if he was being electrified, his toes curled up against the sheet, back arching off the bed. 

All of a sudden, there was pindrop silence. Moshe clamped his mouth shut and stilled his body, mortified at the way his body reacted to the touch. As if the whole universe was conspiring against him, a clear drop of precum trailed down the head of his cock, drawing a thin line until it landed on his twitching abdomen before severing. Moshe glared at it for being the greatest traitor. What was up with his body? How could he have reacted like this?!

Slowly Lu Yizhou lifted his eyelids, meeting Moshe's wide, furious golden eyes and then… they curved into crescents. Moshe instinctively knew that what happened next wouldn't be to his liking. "No—"

It was too late. In the next second, Lu Yizhou began to attack the same spot with the same precision again and again. Each stroke, rub and grind seemed to strip Moshe layer by layer, tearing down his mask of indifference and forcing him to admit how embarrassingly good it was. He threw his head back to the pillow, his spine arching to leave the bed and his thighs tightening around Lu Yizhou's head. "Stop—! What is this… "

Why did he react like this?! How could this feel so good…? Had he been affected by the drug inside Lu Yizhou's system through saliva?! Damn it, he had forgotten to ask Kaede whether the drug would be infectious! 

Soon, Moshe was unable to think anymore. He didn't even realize the kind of sounds he was making. High, breathy gasps and cries were knocked out of his lungs every single time Lu Yizhou bumped into his prostate. The finger inside him increased into two… then three… 

His untouched hole slowly relaxed, becoming soft and welcoming, squeezing and pulsing against the unfamiliar intrusion. A particular rough thrust sent Moshe through a spiral of orgasm, stronger than what he had experienced before. He bit his lips hard to contain the scream. His hands strained against the binding, body spasming violently as thick spurts of cum painted his stomach in waves. 

"Ha…" There came Lu Yizhou's surprised chuckle as he thumbed the drenched head of Moshe's cock, making sure to flick every single piercing there for good measure. "I haven't even touched you yet… You're so sensitive."

At some point during his struggle, the ropes had become loose. Moshe forced himself to relax, keeping his glare on Lu Yizhou as his fingers worked deftly. "Are you satisfied yet?" It came out more breathless than how he'd expected it to be. Damn it! "Biting your owner's ass, is this how you repay me for my generosity?"

"I haven't bitten your ass yet." His legs were hoisted higher until they rested on Lu Yizhou's shoulders, causing Moshe's lower half to leave the bed. Lu Yizhou kissed the bare flesh right beside his head. "But if that's Master's wish then—"

The rope finally came loose. Now! Moshe used Lu Yizhou's shoulders as a leverage to lunge forward, fist clenching furiously, intending to knock Lu Yizhou out once and for all.

But unfortunately, Lu Yizhou had anticipated it sooner or later, had always been keeping an eye on Moshe's every act. He wouldn't be so overconfident thinking that he could restrain Moshe, this veteran in tying people up, for a long period of time. At the same time when Moshe moved, Lu Yizhou pushed himself forward and dropped his whole weight on Moshe's body, pinning him to the bed with sheer force.

But that meant he couldn't avoid the punch that landed straight on his right cheek. His head flew to the side but his body was an impenetrable fortress, not budging even a bit. 

Not satisfied, Moshe used his other hand to punch Lu Yizhou's left cheek, but this time Lu Yizhou dodged in time so only Moshe's knuckle grazed against his skin. But that alone was enough to tear a thin single line which was slowly oozing blood. Who knew what would happen if that attack landed on him? His brain would definitely be concussed again. 

He turned back and smiled at Moshe's furious face, blood trickling down his lips which he made sure to lick very, very slowly. The taste of blood on the tip of his tongue was making him crazier, especially when he recalled that it was mixed with Moshe's essence. Moshe's eyes fleeted down to follow the movement and his momentum faltered slightly. That split second opening was enough for Lu Yizhou to once again gather Moshe's hands above his head.

"You… You dare…!" Moshe's lower body was bare, and in such a position, Lu Yizhou's clothed erection pressed right onto him. 

Moshe thought that this beastly pet would advance with the act, uncaring of everything around him but then, he surprised Moshe by laying his head on Moshe's shoulder, the hand not restraining Moshe's wrists slowly lowered to stroke his thigh as if to offer some comfort and slowly… he relaxed his entire weight on Moshe like a fucking gigantic teddy bear.

Moshe gasped. He couldn't breathe, fuck it! This pet was doing it on purpose!

"Master…" Lu Yizhou pressed his nose to the base of Moshe's throat, licking the hint of tattoos that were peeking out of his collar. He slurred, "Master, you taste so good… so sweet. Won't you help this lowly pet just once…?" As he talked, Lu Yizhou began to roll his hips and grinded against him. Slowly at first, hesitant and gentle as if fearing he would scare Moshe away.

Moshe's pupils dilated and he caught his breath at the sensation that seized his lower half. The rims of his eyes were tinged with red. He was enraged, both at Lu Yizhou and himself. More at himself, actually. His pet had just… had just fingered him and what? He fucking came just on that? Without even any stimulus on his cock?! 

He became more livid when Lu Yizhou deliberately brought his drenched fingers to his lips and lapped on them eagerly, humming. "Sweet… so sweet, Master. I can't get enough of you." His words were garbled as if he was drunk on it but Moshe knew that it was all temptation, an act to make him lower his guard. 

It was the devil's ruse. A bait, a trap just waiting for him to fall in.

Moshe was his prey and in this room, there would be no letting go.

"Master, please…" Lu Yizhou grinded his hips faster and rougher. Moshe stifled the moan that almost fell off his lips. "Master, can I…? Master…" Lu Yizhou began to nibble and nip on the flesh of his jaws, soft and ticklish. He sounded so weak, so pitiful, so endearing that it would sway anyone's heart — and to Moshe's dread, his own heart too.

The feeling of those warm lips and the hot, fiery breaths landed on Moshe's skin like a brand, seeping deep into his core. Moshe held his breath as alarms began to blare inside his head. He could feel it. With every touch that glided across his hip, every grind of Lu Yizhou's cock, every nip and soft pleading words… they were scraping his defense bit by bit, turning it thinner and thinner until it was barely hanging on its last thread. It was so terrifyingly fragile that Moshe felt his head go blank.

Just one more push. Just one more push and his years of principles, restraint and self-control, all of them would collapse into ruin like a fragile sandcastle in the face of a powerful wave… and oh, for the very first time, Moshe realized that… he seemed to have met his match. 

It wasn't like his heart was made of rock. It's just that… he hadn't met someone who was able to shake him down to his very foundation. 

He stared up the ceiling to bemoan his fate before turning to look down at Lu Yizhou, seeing how the bruise on his cheek was slowly turning purple. It looked hideous on his attractive face. His brows were furrowed in pain and through his erratic movement, Moshe could sense how desperate he was.

What did he say again? A pet's well-being was his owner's responsibility? Moshe cursed his jinx mouth. 

"Master…"

"Shut up! Stop acting so weak, it doesn't suit you." Moshe snapped sharply before heaving out a long-suffering sigh. Could anyone blame him for being so powerless? "You want to fuck me, right?"

Lu Yizhou lifted his head in a whish, eyes bright and glittering. This sly bastard! Moshe gnashed his teeth. He knew it, he was utterly being played at and the worst thing was, he wasn't actually strong enough to get through this! Moshe bared his teeth, swords unsheathed and arrows drawn.

"How desperate are you? Show me, pet." Lu Yizhou would be dreaming if he thought Moshe was going to go down without a fight. "Maybe… I will be generous enough to let you do that."

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