Whatever My Mate Wants [M]
The sight of his little mate begging him so prettily like this had He Juan sucked in a breath, a tingling numbness spreading across his scalp.
Not yet, he told himself. He could feel his self-control barely hanging by a thread, and he could descend into rut at any moment. But he firmly told himself that it was not time yet, and he had to prepare Mu Yuze as much as possible so as to avoid hurting him later.
Alas, Mu Yuze was not exactly helping in that regard either.
Utterly unaware of how dangerous his soft plea was, Mu Yuze blinked up at him with dark, glossy eyes, lips swollen red from their earlier make-out session. He was so wet that He Juan could practically taste his arousal in the air, and the notion that his mate was already in this state even when they had barely started made the corner of He Juan's lips pull into a silent snarl.