357: 7.47 Mesmerized [M]

7.47 Mesmerized [M]

Moshe had to resist a groan because Lu Yizhou's inside was so warm and tight, it engulfed his finger completely. While he was too enamored with the sensation of Lu Yizhou around his fingers, it took him a while to notice that Lu Yizhou was completely still beneath him. Let alone moving, he wasn't even breathing!  2

It was as if he had turned into a statue and the only sign he was a hot-blooded human was the pulsating heat within him. Moshe watched as the man's lashes fluttered, brows furrowing lightly and lips pressed together into thin white lines as if he was contemplating a complex problem he couldn't fathom. Somehow, he looked so adorable like this that Moshe couldn't help bursting into laughter. 

Yes, he had indeed never prepared anyone for sex before. One of the criteria he sought in his toy was their experience. Moshe didn't care how many partners they had had before him as long as they were tested clean. The more experienced, the better. Moshe didn't like to deal with greenhorns, especially virgins who were new to carnal pleasure. Not to mention that they would be a pain in the ass, they would also be more prone to getting attached, which was the last thing he wanted to happen. 

Though, he must emphasize that never doing it did not mean he had no idea how it should go. The laughter lingered on his lips as he pressed kisses on Lu Yizhou's lips. Down there, he crooked his fingers and dragged them along Lu Yizhou's wall, up and down. In an instant, Lu Yizhou took a sharp inhale of breath and his eyes snapped open, directly meeting the sight of a smiling Moshe above him.

"Hey…" Moshe started to pump, slowly at first to let his pet get used to the sensation. He was so gentle and patient that it shocked even himself. Alas, Moshe had a hunch that he would gladly take his time, savoring each second and minute, as long as the other person was Lu Yizhou. "How are you feeling?"

Lu Yizhou shifted his hips, trying to be as still as possible. He swallowed thickly and tried to find his voice that had been lost somewhere between the hook of Moshe's finger. He hadn't even given his answer yet when Moshe suddenly added another finger. Lu Yizhou's eyes widened in surprise and his lips parted into a small 'o'. His hips seemed to have grown a will on their own, squirming and twitching once in a while. He shut his jaws with a click.

Moshe's smile deepened, sweeter like warm honey, contrary to his fingers that were moving like a bulldozer intent to raze everything flat to the ground. They curled and scratched, making a space for themselves amidst the tight cocoon. "Rule number one, pet."

Lu Yizhou tried to breathe through his mouth. "It…" He paused, swallowing. "It's hard to describe. I don't—"

Moshe's thrust suddenly bumped into a spot that caused Lu Yizhou to jerk his hips so high that Moshe was almost thrown off his lap. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyes were blown wide. For a while, both of them ceased to move, simply staring at each other with bated breath. Lu Yizhou's breaths came out shallow and quick, clearly trying to regain his composure. "That is—" he started.

Moshe deliberately thrust in retaliation into the same spot, eliciting a rough guttural groan between Lu Yizhou's gritted teeth. "Master, that is—"

"—your prostate." Moshe finished for him, gleeful. His golden eyes gleamed devilishly and that was how Lu Yizhou knew that he was finished. "You know, when you did it for me earlier… it actually felt pretty good. Of course as a benevolent owner, I have to repay the favor, right?" Moshe sat back on his heels and worked Lu Yizhou's legs open, pressing his knees to the bed just like how he did to Moshe earlier. And then without giving the man any time to react, Moshe scissored his fingers, tugging Lu Yizhou's hole wider before grabbing the dildo beside him.

"I–I can't," Lu Yizhou scrambled to say. Moshe pretended he didn't notice how Mr. Perfectly Calm Lu Yizhou, who didn't even blink when held at a gunpoint, stuttered on his words even though all Moshe wanted to do was howl out loud for the whole world to hear. Holy shit yes, he had finally cracked this man's eternally poised look! "It's not yet—"

"I know..." Moshe rubbed the head of the dildo around Lu Yizhou's hole back and forth. "...but what can you do?" Moshe let out a smirk as a rush of manic satisfaction and arousal at seeing the dildo so close to the target rushed to his head, almost making him light-headed. 

Oh…the delight of turning the table on his enemy — yes, Moshe was certain Lu Yizhou was born to be his enemy or to be exact, the bane of his existence — felt so euphoric; it almost felt as good as when Moshe was having an orgasm himself.

Underneath him, Lu Yizhou held his breath in preparation. Moshe kept his eyes on the man's stiff expression that betrayed nothing of the nervousness he felt within, smirking as he pressed the blunt head of the dildo past the rim, pulling out a harsh exhale from Lu Yizhou's lips… 

…and then he stopped and pulled it away. Ignoring Lu Yizhou's stunned look, he inspected the size of the head and compared it to Lu Yizhou's hole as if this was a fucking experimental research. "Hmm… still too narrow." Moshe scrutinized the dildo almost in derision. "There's no way you can receive it inside you like this. Why the hell did I order this size again? Ah right, I thought it would be fun to reduce you to tears but as of now… I can't seem to be patient long enough until you're ready."

Moshe pulled his fingers out and Lu Yizhou gasped from the unfamiliar burn that made his cock twitch in interest. His inside was still pulsating, the remnants of Moshe's fingers were still as vivid as daylight. They hadn't even gotten to the main thing yet but Lu Yizhou's whole body was already drenched in sweat, even more than when he was the one fucking Moshe earlier. He subconsciously tried to close his legs but was hindered by Moshe between them.

"Hush," Moshe cooed softly, stroking his hip as if in comfort. Just like how Lu Yizhou did to him earlier, again. Lu Yizhou had no idea whether to laugh or cry. Moshe was so adamant on paying him back equally, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. The anticipation was going to drive him insane. 

Moshe continued with a shit-eating grin on his face, relishing on Lu Yizhou's suffering, "You're so brazen when you're the one doing this so why are you so quiet now? Have you understood my feelings back then? It is scary huh… to be forced to face something you have no idea of."

Lu Yizhou's breath faltered. "I'm sorry," he conveyed with sincere remorse. But Moshe was having none of it.

"Rule number four." Moshe clicked his tongue in disappointment. "You have broken two rules in less than ten minutes, pet. One more… and you will get a punishment. Remember that." Then he put the dildo aside in order to finger Lu Yizhou again, unhesitatingly attacking his sweet spot with renewed vigor. 

Lu Yizhou let out a strained gasp, veins popping out of his forehead. He was gritting his teeth so hard that they cracked but still, his groans and moans still sounded so damn loud in his own ears. Moshe was watching him almost piously, engraving every single reaction to mind and when he saw Lu Yizhou holding himself back like this, he reached out to grab Lu Yizhou's face roughly, forcing his lips to open. 

"Rule number five…" Moshe chuckled, golden eyes gleaming with intent. "Make some noises, baby. The louder the better."

Left with no choice, Lu Yizhou was forced to comply. He could no longer think of anything soon enough though, because the pleasure was building higher and higher in his lower belly, coiling in his gut and tightening his muscles. It was the telltale signs of an orgasm, same… but also different at the same time. Moshe was set on making Lu Yizhou go through what he had previously as he did not even bother to touch Lu Yizhou's leaking cock, focusing on the spot deep inside Lu Yizhou instead. Two fingers increased to three… and then there were four…

Lu Yizhou was positive. He was going to die today.

"Master, I—hnrgh!!" 

The words were lost in Lu Yizhou's throat. However when he fell apart, he did it with his entire body — head to toe. He was twitching violently as if having another seizure — but this time, the one that made his toes curl up. With his brows knitted deeply, eyes tightly shut, and hair spreading loosely around the pillow… he was a magnificent sight to behold. The orgasm took him by storm, eradicating every thought in his mind that the only thing left was the pleasure deep within him, his pulsating cock and the wild throbbing of his insides.

He was flushed crimson, especially the corner of his eyes, neck and chest. It infused color into the blue rose tattoo on his pectoral in a way that was both artistic and stimulating at the same time. Adding on to the splatter of creamy liquid across his stomach and his dark colored cock that was still twitching from the aftermath, he looked like a piece of divine artwork. A living masterpiece that could steal everyone's breath away.

With much difficulty, Moshe tore his eyes away from the blissed-out Lu Yizhou to see the sheet that had been torn off by the monstrous strength of Lu Yizhou's grip. "Holy shit…" Moshe breathed. He clicked his jaws shut in time to swallow the saliva that almost dribbled out of his mouth. But the fierce glint in his eyes had said everything.

Moshe was inexorably, irrevocably… mesmerized. 

He was too late. The irreparable damage had been done.

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