Chapter 356 - 7.46 Make Up For Mistake [M]
cw: this is the beginning of the switch between them. Not yet getting to the main thing but you may skip if you’re uncomfortable with it
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When Moshe strode out of the walk-in cabinet, he deliberately unbuttoned his dress shirt, one by one, starting from the very top whilst hiding the dildo behind his back.
Lu Yizhou was sprawled on the bed with his back leaning against the headboard. He had taken his trousers off and left them on the floor in a messy heap, whereas all the buttons on his dress shirt had been undone, hanging open obscenely to show his chiseled chest.
His silvery eyes zeroed in on Moshe as soon as the latter appeared, dark and hungry, and his hand — that was wrapped around the base of his stupidly big dick — stilled as he realized what Moshe was doing. "Moshe...?"
Good, he was so surprised that he forgot to include the title. Moshe held back a smile and proceeded to unclasp two more buttons. He had never felt this way toward his previous partners before. Seen, exposed... wanted.
Previously when he was fucking his toys, he would mostly still wear the formal clothes from work. He wouldn’t even bother to pull out his tie, only loosen it and tucked the end to his chest pocket. Then he would roll up his sleeves, pull out his dick and get on to work. Only when he was done would he finally go to shower, washing off the grime and sweat that had been sticking to him all day otherwise he wouldn’t be able to get asleep. That had always been Moshe’s routine.
But now... the sheer intensity in Lu Yizhou’s smothering gaze was enough to send shivers down his spine. They zoomed in on his prominent collarbone that was gradually exposed, going down and down, greedily following the movement of Moshe’s fingers. Like a tease he was, Moshe deliberately halted in the middle of the room, his fingers lingering on the last two buttons.
When Lu Yizhou finally realized that he didn’t have any intention to continue, he snapped his gaze back to Moshe’s face, narrowing impatiently. Moshe knew that from the open gap of the shirt, Lu Yizhou could see the swirl of black and crimson ink that traced across his skin. Wasn’t this what the man had always wanted to see? Moshe bit back a wicked grin as the hand behind his back tightened on the dildo.