Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 72: Leave Your Marks

"O–Oh, I see..."

He Juan knew that what Mu Yuze said was reasonable. A collar was a must when it came to BDSM, especially when the role Mu Yuze was going to play was a sub. No matter how ignorant He Juan was, he still knew that one thing. But still, it did not prevent him from getting nervous!

Marking their belongings with their scent was a distinct trait of an Alpha’s nature, almost like an instinct that was already carved into their blood ever since they manifested. As such, He Juan dazedly rubbed the collar with his own scent all the while mulling over the words Mu Yuze had said earlier. If... If he had not heard wrongly, Mu Yuze had said that He Juan would be the one to... put the collar around his neck? He would be doing it and not the omega himself??

"Enough," Mu Yuze grabbed his wrist before he could overdo it. His cheeks were already flushed due to the smell of Alpha’s pheromones in the air. "Now put it on me." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

So he really did not hear wrongly! He Juan stared at him for one long moment before asking in a strained voice. "Are you sure?" He knew that this was only for their mission’s sake. But allowing him to do something like this, he could not help but get... ideas. Some very wicked and dangerous idea that... next time, Mu Yuze would let him do it again...

Mu Yuze simply nodded, without knowing how that one movement had set He Juan’s heart ablaze. Swallowing, He Juan took a few steadying breaths to brace himself before he said, "Okay. Then... I will do it, okay?"

As if all Mu Yuze wanted was to see the entire world on chaos, he added, "Don’t waste too much time. You haven’t scented me yet."

He Juan’s hands shook so badly to the point where he almost dropped the collar. But fortunately, he managed to calm down and spare himself from the humiliation. Heart pulsing in his throat, He Juan unclasped the collar and held it toward Mu Yuze’s neck.

He almost stopped breathing when Mu Yuze willingly lowered his head in a gesture of submission, letting He Juan lock the collar behind his neck. From He Juan’s position, he could clearly see the graceful arc of Mu Yuze’s fair swan-like neck, the soft strands of hair on his nape as well as... his gland that was covered by a transparent layer of patch... Oh dear Lord in Heaven, please give him the strength!!

With a composure that shocked even himself, He Juan placed the black leather collar around Mu Yuze’s neck, leaned his head forward and steadily tightened the clasp bit by bit. His voice was oh so low and hoarse as he asked, "Is it too tight?"

He could feel Mu Yuze’s exhales across his cheek, so warm that they almost scorched his composure to bits. This close, he could smell the faint scent of sweat and pheromones still clinging onto Mu Yuze’s skin. "No, you can... tighten it a little bit more," he murmured. "Yes, like that."

"...Okay." After making sure that the collar was in place, He Juan drew back and offered Mu Yuze a tight smile. "Done."

He slowly let go of the breath he did not know he was holding. Good job not to mess up, He Juan! Even then, the back of his shirt was already covered in sweat and he could feel a droplet sliding down from his hairline, leaving a wet trail down his temple to his cheek. Oh dear God, the sight of Mu Yuze wearing a collar that smelled heavily like him was so... He Juan could not even begin to describe the thrill he was feeling right now.

Their gazes collided in midair and in an instant, the air was charged with a strange current that made He Juan’s heart palpitate.

It was Mu Yuze who broke eye contact first. His gaze shifted to follow the wet trail of He Juan’s sweat on his cheek before oh so slowly falling on his lips. He Juan sucked in a little breath and he could not help but feel a little light-headed due to the steadily rising temperature. They were close enough that their breaths intermingled with each other, and He Juan could catch the faintest tremble on Mu Yuze’s lashes. He looked like he had something to say.

His lips moved to inquire, "...Xiao Ze?"

"I think... we should show a more solid proof of our relationship," Mu Yuze uttered with a soft voice. "Or else those people will not believe us. After all, they are all... enthusiasts."

He Juan instinctively knew that what the omega was going to say would not be good for his heart. Yet as if bewitched, he still found himself asking, "What are you suggesting?"

Mu Yuze inhaled deeply as if preparing himself for what to come and then, he tilted his head to bare his neck for He Juan and pointed at a few spots of delicate skin that was not covered by the collar. "Here, here and here. You should... leave your marks here. Where people will see easily at a glance." He raised his gaze and met He Juan’s widened ones. "...So that everyone there will know that I belong to you, Juan-gege."

No matter how mild He Juan’s temper was, how patient, gentle and tolerant he was, there would be a time when he could not endure it any longer. Starting from those little teasing nibbles on the doorway this afternoon, the provocative outfit, the sexy collar and then now... He Juan was akin to a bowstring that had been strained to its maximum. Now hearing those words coming from his omega’s lips, he instantly snapped.

Before he even realized what was happening, he already yanked Mu Yuze from the driver seat into his lap, held his slender waist in a tight grip and latched his lips on the exposed collarbone of the omega.

Mu Yuze let out a sharp gasp and his hands shot out to tug on He Juan’s long hair. Alas, that little pinprick of pain on his scalp only served as a stimulant to He Juan’s thrilled nerves. He pressed the omega closer to him until there was no space between them and then, he started to mouth on his skin.

"Hmm, gege...!"

Panting heavily, He Juan licked away the salty sweat on Mu Yuze’s collarbone, intoxicated. Oh God, he tasted good... so damn good that He Juan could not bring himself to stop! His mind was buzzing and he could not think straight anymore. Every lick he gave, every soft cry that he managed to draw out of Mu Yuze’s luscious lips, every tug on his hair when he sucked a bit harder... they were akin to an aphrodisiac that made his cock swell hard. Only when he could not savor the taste of Mu Yuze’s skin anymore did he relent and leave bite marks one after another, light and heavy, alternating between nibbling and sucking.

He Juan was akin to a beast which had been granted freedom and for the first time, went rampage to his heart’s content, seizing what should have belonged to him from the start.

In a blink of an eye, a cluster of hickeys could be seen on Mu Yuze’s neck and sternum akin to petals of cherry blossom that landed intimately on the pure land of snow, tinted heavily with the scent of rosewood and whiskey.

He Juan had no idea to what extent his greed lay when it came to the person in his arms. As it turned out, he had greatly underestimated himself.

Soon, he was left unsatisfied with this little area and wanted more. He forgot where they were, the mission they would carry out, their responsibility for the night — everything. The only thing left in his mind was to possess this person completely, marking him inside out until there was nothing left untouched.

And hence, he slipped his hand into the hem of Mu Yuze’s flimsy shirt and started to tug—