376: 7.66 Giving You Permission

7.66 Giving You Permission

Half an hour ago.2

Moshe's throat was dry, very very dry. He poured himself another glass of wine and downed it down in one gulp, yet nothing could soothe the thirst that was currently coursing through him. He couldn't take his eyes off the man on the screen. So vivacious that even the highest quality camera couldn't quite capture his finesse. 

He moved as if having a tango with the air, from the tip of his fingers to the soles of his feet… every strand of muscle was carefully controlled. Ruthless, savage, beautiful.

"Perfect…" Moshe breathed. Yes, this was what he wanted to see. Lu Yizhou, who didn't hold himself back. Lu Yizhou, who exploded with power and elegance. Lu Yizhou, who moved with a single intent to get rid of anyone who stood in his way. To him. To Moshe.

Without even taking his eyes off the screen, he fumbled to call Thirteen. 

"Do you need something, Sir?"

It had not even been five minutes since the battle started, but Moshe could already see the outcome. "As soon as he wins, I want him here. Do not waste even one second." Without waiting for a response, he hung up on the call and immersed himself in Lu Yizhou's aggressive silhouette.

His mind couldn't help but wander. If he and Lu Yizhou were to fight each other, who would win? Would Lu Yizhou yield to him and let him press the man down to the ground? Or would he dominate Moshe with his entire weight until he couldn't even move an inch? Moshe had never swallowed defeat easily but if it was Lu Yizhou… maybe he would gladly let himself be devoured.

His tongue darted out to lick his chapped lips and his heartbeat quickened in excitement. Goodness, he couldn't wait to play with this dangerous beast of his again. 

The next half an hour passed by in a blur. With every glass Moshe drank, the hotter his skin became. He had turned up the air conditioner yet sweat still beaded on his hairline. He was torn between the dilemma of wanting the battle to end right now so he could have Lu Yizhou to himself, or keep watching the man like this until eternity. 

Of course, Lu Yizhou would win. Moshe had no doubt about it but goddamnit, he didn't expect the man to have such an easy victory! He burst out into a fit of hearty laughter, helpless and exasperated in equal measure.

Even amidst the messy brawl, Lu Yizhou did not forget to flick his eyes to the camera everytime he knocked someone down. His expression was blatantly provoking. For some reason, Moshe could even hear him even through the screen. "This is what your men amount to, Master? How weak." 

Moshe showed a grin with all sharp teeth, his fingers tapping impatiently on the wine glass. "Hurry up and come to me, gorgeous."

If the wait for the conclusion of the battle was dragging, then the seconds when Lu Yizhou disappeared from the surveillance on his way to Moshe's room were plain tortuous. He almost lost control of himself a few times, fingers hovering on the button to connect him to Kaede, to demand angrily what took them so long. But in the end, he managed to hold himself back. 

Patience, Moshe. You wouldn't stoop so low just because of a few fucking minutes of wait.

And lo and behold, the moment when Lu Yizhou approached the door, Moshe was on the verge of bursting. His breathing was quick and shallow, and his heart was beating so hard that he could hear nothing but its loud echo. Goddamnit, was he nervous to see Lu Yizhou…? He, Moshe Morelli? How embarrassing! There was no way he would let the man see what kind of effect he was having on him, though. 

Moshe forced himself to sound lazy. "Come in. What are you waiting for?" 

When the man finally appeared in front of him, in flesh and not through surveillance cameras, Moshe's head turned blissfully blank. He could do nothing but drink in the sight of his pet. His strawberry blonde hair was wind swept from the fighting, the kind of mess that looked effortlessly beautiful on him. There was a cut on the corner of his lips and his knuckles were bruised and bloody. Yet at that moment, Moshe couldn't think of anything more wonderful that could compare.

Fuck, Lu Yizhou was so hot…

Moshe's throat constricted and fingers tense around the glass. He hastily put it down lest he broke it due to the nerves. Wouldn't Lu Yizhou know how nervous he was then? No, he couldn't let it happen!

He hadn't even opened his mouth yet when Lu Yizhou suddenly dropped down on his knee — how could he manage to look so exquisite even like this was something Moshe couldn't fathom — and as if he was set on driving Moshe to the edge, he leaned in. Soft hair brushed against the bare skin of his calf, followed by a series of searing, gentle kisses on his toes that shook him down to the core. "Master… I'm sorry to have made you wait."

Moshe's breath hitched on his throat, a jolt running down his spine. He vividly heard something within him snapped — whatever kind of image he desperately tried to maintain be damned. The next thing he knew, he had gripped Lu Yizhou by the collar and hauled him up. Propping himself up by elbow, he surged forward to catch the man's lips into a messy, passionate kiss. So hasty that their teeth bumped into each other. 

Moshe hissed in pain, his reservoir of patience drier than desert, and tilted his head. As soon as their lips melded together, zings of electricity ran through Moshe's body and almost immediately, he liquified into Lu Yizhou's arms like a block of butter under the sizzling heat of flame.

Yes, yes, yes, his mind chanted as he parted Lu Yizhou's lips to seek his searing tongue. How could he ever go on without this for days? How could he ever push this man away? How could he ever think he could manage without kissing these alluringly lush lips again?

He let go of Lu Yizhou's collar in lieu of wrapping his arm around the man's neck, fingers raking through his soft hair and messing it up further. The other slid in through the hem of Lu Yizhou's shirt to touch the bare, sweaty skin, to feel the delicious shudder that wrecked across the man's body... Moshe let out a breathless moan as his fingers traced the edges and ridges of Lu Yizhou's abs before gliding up to feel his thunderous heartbeat under his palm. This heart was beating for him, only for him. 

Moshe was practically clinging onto Lu Yizhou like a leech in his current position. But Lu Yizhou, this ungrateful pet, did not even touch him! He let his arms hang uselessly at his side, body tensely held in an uncomfortable line. 

"Why…" Moshe bit down on Lu Yizhou's bottom lip harshly and licked the blood that oozed out with ravenous hunger. His voice came out more like a whine, but it wasn't registered at all in Moshe's hazy mind that was drunk of Lu Yizhou's presence — his breath, his warmth, his saliva, his scent, everything. "Why won't you touch me…?"

"Master…" Lu Yizhou let out a deep groan as if enduring great agony. His brows furrowed and droplets of sweat left their trail down his gorgeous face. The silver eyes that were transfixed on Moshe were dark, ravenous, the thin string of restraint barely holding itself together. Moshe shivered from the sheer ferocity in that gaze alone. "This pet is dirty from the battle. If you can allow me to take a shower…"

Moshe laughed in disbelief, furious that Lu Yizhou could give that kind of flimsy excuse. "Fuck that dirt," he spat out passionately. 

If Kaede were to hear him right now, the poor man would have collapsed from shock. This was the word from the man who hated dirt more than anything?!

He tightened his fist on Lu Yizhou's hair and pulled, eliciting a surprised hiss from the other. "As your master, I order you to touch me. Do you hear me?" He whispered intensely, golden eyes blazing in the mixture of anger and lust. "Put your fucking paw on me and do whatever you want. I am giving you permission to let loose, pet."

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A/N: I haven't written this arc to the end yet but I estimate it might be longer than our currently longest arc (Arc 3 - 75 chapters) so please bear with me :))

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