Chapter 377 - 7.67 On it [M]
Moshe almost let out a relieved cry when his body was slammed against the divan, Lu Yizhou’s body followed soon afterward, all tense and heavy in passion. Oh how he had missed this heat, this solid weight that rendered him breathless, this intense gaze that made him feel as if the whole world had faded away... He was one second away from tearing Lu Yizhou’s clothes to shreds if the man were to show an ounce of hesitation.
Lu Yizhou placed one broad palm — hot, very very hot, Moshe noted, but it could just be because he was too sensitive — under Moshe’s thigh, intending to lift it up his elbow but Moshe beat him to it. He parted his legs, locked his heels behind Lu Yizhou’s back and yanked him down so their bodies were pressed closely together.
He let out a delightful gasp as he sensed Lu Yizhou’s clothed erection pressing against his thigh, the cotton sweatpants did nothing to hide its girth and temperature. Lu Yizhou was already hard — and fuck it was scorching, Moshe thought every spot they were touching was going to catch into fire.
The hem of Moshe’s black robes were hiked up as a result and Moshe waited. It did not take long. Laughter arose in his throat the moment he saw Lu Yizhou’s pupils dilated in shock, realizing... that Moshe did not wear anything underneath.
Veins popped up in Lu Yizhou’s forehead and the gaze he directed toward Moshe was pure disbelieving. "No underwear...?" Lu Yizhou’s cock gave a twitch inside the cocoon of his sweatpants. His face twisted, seemingly unable to decide whether to be angry or aroused. His voice edged into a desperate hiss, rough and dangerous. Yet somehow Moshe’s mind just screamed more, more and more. "Really, Master...? You’re in this building with a bunch of hot-blooded men, who might come here to meet you anytime... and you are only wearing this piece of thin robe?"
"Aren’t you a bit too eager...?" His tone rose higher and higher, and his palm glided up Moshe’s bare thigh, pushing the hem further up until the fabric pooled around Moshe’s waist almost obscenely. With this, the outline of Moshe’s cock was clearly defined.
Moshe should have been humiliated to be treated like this yet all of his attention was solely focused on the gorgeous man above him. Oh, Lu Yizhou looked the best when he was blazing in fury like this. Moshe couldn’t even afford to care about his steadily leaking cock that betrayed how composed his face was. Lu Yizhou seethed when Moshe didn’t answer. "Tell me. Do you really wish to let them see you like this? Master...?"
Moshe chuckled breathlessly. Hell, he had forgotten the thrill of playing on the edge of the knife with Lu Yizhou. He trailed his fingers along Lu Yizhou’s tensely clenched jaw and tickled his chin like he would with a puppy, eyes twinkling with mirth, challenging, "What do you want to do if they indeed see me like this, huh?"
Not that it would happen. For starters, this area was off-limits and could only be accessed by either Kaede or Moshe himself. Not even Thirteen, who had been working in this institution for years, had ever stepped into this place.