7.68 Until The End [M]

Lu Yizhou was breathing raggedly, every cell in his blood past the boiling point. With Moshe throwing him such a provocation, how could he resist? He pulled away a bit so that he could hike Moshe's legs up his shoulders, intending to lick him open and loosen the tight muscles using his tongue. But then, when he glanced down, he saw Moshe's puckering hole glistening with clear liquid, slightly puffy at the rim… 

Shock hammered down on Lu Yizhou like a thunderclap and he sucked in cold air. "You—"

Moshe smirked like a cat that got the cream, so smug that his eyes curved crescents. Lu Yizhou's chest heaved, he knew Moshe had put him where the man wanted him to be. But right now… he couldn't even bring himself to care. Lu Yizhou had thrown all logical thinking to his hindbrain and the only thought repeated in his mind was 'I am going to die, he definitely wants to kill me'. "Did you prepare yourself?" He rasped in disbelief. "For me…?"