352: 7.42 So Sensitive [M]

7.42 So Sensitive [M]

Inside the soundproofed room, restrained gasps and grunts reverberated through the air, heated in their intensity, interlacing with it were the wet squelching sounds that contained so much obscenity even without having to look.  2

Moshe's eyes were glazed as his head lolled to the side, hands grabbing onto the anchor on the bedpost above his head for purchase. He was muffling the sounds he made by burying his face into the crook of his elbows, mortified by how loudly they echoed in his ears. His ears were ringing and his head was filled with curses toward this ungrateful pet. 

He would definitely teach Lu Yizhou a lesson after this, Moshe swore on his life. That this was only a one-time thing! Nothing more! He was just helping his pet out— yes, this was his responsibility as an owner. This… This kind of thing Lu Yizhou was doing to him would stay in this room forever. No one except the two of them would know and whoever breathed a single word would be met with Moshe's wrath—

The fingers inside him halted, followed by a grip on his chin, forcing him to surface up from his imaginary rampage. Lu Yizhou's silver eyes, blown wide and so dark that the light only caught on their outer rings, appeared in front of him. "Look at me, master." Moshe's eyes couldn't help but trail down to follow the movement of his lips — wet and glistening with… Moshe's cum. Lu Yizhou had taken the initiative to clean Moshe's cock, lapping it with renewed eagerness and making guttural sounds so divine that Moshe ended up coming all over again — which he also licked clean. "I will be disheartened if my hard work isn't acknowledged by Master. So don't take your eyes off me, okay?" 

Moshe snorted, but it came out more like a breathy sigh. He was already too exhausted to truly access what he was feeling at the moment. Look at this man acting all weak and clingy. Everyone who heard him would think that Moshe was the one who acted cruel when in fact, he was truly a beast clad in a sheep's fluffy clothing! 

Moshe forced out through gritted teeth, "Who told you to work hard, huh? Nobody will say anything even if you are sleazy!"

Lu Yizhou's eyes crinkled. "But I want to work hard for Master." In the next moment, his fingers began to move again and just like that, all words evaporated from Moshe's brain. 

Lu Yizhou's presence was awfully solid and powerful as he loomed over Moshe. His gaze was tangible, a dark and loving caresses as he took in every single one of Moshe's expressions. The flush on Moshe's cheeks deepened. He felt awfully exposed… seen in a way that nobody had before. It was like he had left the protection of his hard and impenetrable shell; so weak and vulnerable that he could be defeated with a single poke. The thought made his heart pound in anxiety.

However, as if guessing his line of thoughts, Lu Yizhou bent down to pepper kisses on his face, especially his lips that were parted into gasps, sucking and nibbling on his lower lip as if he was a bee intend to suck out every drop of nectar there was from the blossoming petal and in return, carrying the seed of touch away to help Moshe blossom magnificently. Moshe's body trembled all over and the previous dark thoughts in his mind vanished faster than the morning dew under the heated sun.

"Beautiful… so beautiful, the most beautiful person I have ever seen." He muttered in between kisses. "I love you… I love you so much."

The combination of his lethal caresses and the sweet words were too much for Moshe to take. Flustered, he bit down on Lu Yizhou's lips enough to draw blood. "Quiet." He knew that acting tough to cover his true feelings was a cowardly thing to do but at the moment, that was all Moshe could do — with the onslaught of sensation that Lu Yizhou was forcing him to take. "Why are you yapping so much? Just directly get on with the act and spare me the meaningless talk!"

Lu Yizhou's eyes narrowed sharply and all of a sudden, the fingers that were gentle and affectionate turned rough and violent, almost maddening in their intensity. Moshe threw his head back with an unabashed groan, neck bared which Lu Yizhou instantly latched on with his teeth, catching on the swell of his jugular. 

Being held at such a vulnerable point was the first time for Big Boss Moshe. His mind abruptly crashed down, exploding into whites that cocooned him with the swirl of euphoric delight. How high Moshe reached his orgasm was how violent he slammed back to his body, breathing ragged as if his chest had caved in. Nothing had ever tired him out like this, not even long session of sex all night. 

Third… Moshe counted fuzzily. He had come thrice whereas Lu Yizhou… 

Let alone coming, he hadn't even released his cock from his trousers! The bulge sat heavy and full, the outline clearly defined with the way Lu Yizhou was propping Moshe's thighs with his legs. Anger interlaced with extreme arousal inside Moshe. Exactly who was drugged between the two of them?!

"Directly go on with the act, huh?" Lu Yizhou slowly pulled out his fingers, eliciting another muffled moan from Moshe. He didn't go far away, only stroking and circling around Moshe's softened rims. The fact that Lu Yizhou could thrust in again anytime without warning was doing wonders on Moshe's body in a way he didn't want to delve further into. "So, when Master is fucking his toys… he didn't prepare them like this?"

This time Moshe's scoff came out loud and clear, conveying his disdain. "Prepare them? For what? They knew what they were coming for so they always prepared themselves before meeting me."

"Hmm…" Lu Yizhou's eyes turned unreadable. Dark and fathomless. Moshe's scalp tingled akin to the moment when he sensed the telltale of an assassin coming his way. "So you don't need to do anything. You only need to order them to suck your cock, to make you fully hard… then you will 'directly get on with the act', is that right?"

Moshe swallowed. He had a hunch that whatever answer he gave here would be wrong. But Moshe wasn't a mafia leader for nothing. Since the day he was born into this world, he had already been surrounded with dangers from all sides. Brushing with death scythe was as ordinary as a midnight snack for him. He wasn't the one who backed down from a challenge, especially not from Lu Yizhou. What was this pet compared to all of the assassins he had met before?

Hence Moshe tipped his chin up arrogantly and replied with a casual air. "That's right."

"Master is so sensitive…" Lu Yizhou reached out to touch Moshe's cock as if caressing a lover's face, so gentle that it sent shivers down Moshe's spine. Rather than arousal, it was more of caution of danger that was looming in front of him. "If a blowjob is going to make him come, how can he fuck his toy and satisfy them?"

As soon as the meaning behind those words registered in Moshe's mind, his whole face instantly flushed crimson. It traveled to the tip of his ears down to his neck and if Moshe was shirtless right now, then they would be able to find out how far the color had spread. This fucker…! Moshe's eyes spewed out flames. How dare he…! He had never been so sensitive, had never known that his body could react like this either!

On the contrary, he had a relatively low level of arousal and hence he only called his toys when he was particularly stressed. That was also where the rumors about his prowess in bed came from. His stamina was great because he needed longer than average to come. But this… he had ever reacted like this to Lu Yizhou and Lu Yizhou alone!

It was as if his body had transformed into a musical instrument under Lu Yizhou's hands. Just one touch, one pluck and one caress was enough to draw out melodies. The more the strings trembled, the more enthralling the sound he let out. And Lu Yizhou was particularly proficient in 'playing' him with his obnoxiously beautiful fingers. 

Moshe let out a harrumph to toughen up his cracked dignity. "So what if I am sensitive? I won't get tired no matter how many times I come. It was often those toys who couldn't keep up with me!"

"Good." Lu Yizhou smiled as if he had gotten the answer he wanted and Moshe belatedly realized that… he seemed to have fallen into a trap? At long last, Lu Yizhou unzipped his fly and tugged his trousers and boxer down just enough to free his cock. Moshe gasped when the scorching head rubbed against his hole, spreading the wetness all around messily. "I was afraid that Master would get tired after coming thrice… but it seems like I can lay my concern to rest."

Moshe sputtered. "Fuck you—"

Lu Yizhou held his hips in a death grip and began to push in. 

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