He Juan knew that Mu Yuze was on heat suppressor and he had his gland patch on as well, yet for some reason, when he said those words, he could sense the omega's scent exploding even sweeter, denser and wilder, encasing him in an intoxicating warmth he did not want to pull out from. Ever.
A brief chuckle slipped off He Juan's lips, raspy and devastating, as he took in the untouched nub of Mu Yuze's chest into his mouth, earning him another sensual gasp from the other. His hand moved to undo the zipper of Mu Yuze's leather pants. However, because He Juan was not looking, he could not find it even after a while and quickly grew frustrated.
The veins on his arms bulging, He Juan exerted strength and the high-quality imitation mini leather pants were also torn to shreds and joined its predecessor on the floor below.
