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Sheng Shaoyou woke up with his whole body aching.
He blinked his eyes open, still heavy with sleep, and in an instant everything that had happened that night came flooding back. Heat rushed up his neck, spreading across his cheeks, and he quickly shut his eyes again as if that would erase the memory.
“Mr. Sheng, you’re awake?”
Hua Yong’s sweet, honeyed voice snapped him out of his thoughts, pulling him back to the present.
He squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassed, but before he could gather himself Hua Yong was leaning closer, propped on one elbow, and brushing the softest kiss against his lips.
Flustered, Shaoyou weakly pushed at his chest. “W-what are you doing?”
Hua Yong only smiled at him, unbothered, his dark eyes gleaming with warmth. “Drink some water, Mr. Sheng. You must be thirsty. You’ve been asleep for two whole days.”
Shaoyou blinked rapidly, stunned. “Two… two days?” His mind spun. That meant it had been two days since that night. Since he let Hua Yong… His face burned even hotter, and he turned his head away, refusing to meet the enigma’s gaze.
Shaoyou tried to get up, but the soreness in his body made every movement heavy and awkward. His limbs felt leaden, and his back throbbed when he sat up too quickly.
Hua Yong quickly set the glass of water back on the bedside table and reached for him. “Careful. Let me help you, Mr. Sheng.”
But Shaoyou slapped his hand away, scowling. “Don’t touch me.”
For the first time, Hua Yong’s smile faltered. He drew his hands back slowly, lips pressing into a pout as he sat up straighter. “But you can barely move. At least let me help a little, Mr. Sheng.”
Shaoyou turned his face away and ignored him, jaw tight. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and forced himself to stand.
Hua Yong stayed still for a moment, respecting the rejection, but the second he saw Shaoyou stumble—his knees giving slightly, his balance tipping—instinct kicked in. Hua Yong darted forward, steadying him with a firm hand around his waist.
Shaoyou froze but didn’t push him away this time. His silence was enough to make Hua Yong’s heart stutter. A smile tugged at his lips, relief softening his expression.
Still, as soon as Shaoyou found his footing, he pulled free and hurried forward, his pace somewhere between a walk and a run. Shaoyou’s back was straight, his hands awkwardly bracing against the small of it, his steps uneven. He was limping, clearly sore, wincing every few steps.
Hua Yong followed, unable to help himself, and thought wryly that Shaoyou looked almost like a penguin waddling across the living room. Adorable, really. But he bit his tongue, because saying that aloud would probably earn him another glare.
When Shaoyou finally stopped, clutching his back and grimacing, Hua Yong’s concern slipped past his restraint. “Mr. Sheng, does your back still hurt?”
Shaoyou snapped over his shoulder. “It’s none of your business.”
“I believe it is,” Hua Yong replied without missing a beat.
That earned him another glare, but Hua Yong didn’t flinch. He simply stepped closer, bent down, and without giving Shaoyou time to protest further, scooped him up into his arms.
Shaoyou gasped, his hands immediately pushing against Hua Yong’s chest. “Put me down! What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Carrying you,” Hua Yong said simply, his lips curving into a smile, his hold strong, and protective.
Shaoyou struggled for a moment, squirming in his arms, but Hua Yong’s grip didn’t budge. Eventually, realizing he couldn’t win against his strength, Shaoyou gave up with a frustrated sigh, cheeks burning.
“Stubborn as ever,” Hua Yong murmured under his breath, his eyes soft as he looked down at him. “But I won’t let you hurt yourself again.”
Shaoyou turned his face away, ears red, refusing to answer.
Hua Yong carried him back to the bedroom. He set him down gently on the mattress, adjusting the pillows so Shaoyou could sit upright without straining his back.
Shaoyou frowned, glaring at him as if that could hide the faint blush still painting his cheeks. Hua Yong only looked at him in awe, utterly unbothered. To him, even Shaoyou’s pout was beautiful.
And though Shaoyou tried to hold onto his irritation, the truth was it felt far too good to be held like this, to be cared for, to be seen.
“I’ll cook breakfast. Wait for me here, I’ll be back when I’m done,” Hua Yong said as he tugged the blanket up to Shaoyou’s shoulders, tucking him in like he was the most precious thing in the world.
“There’s no need for that. I can do it myself,” Shaoyou argued immediately, frowning.
Hua Yong chuckled. “How can you cook when you could barely stand just now?”
Shaoyou glared at him, his ears tinged red. “And whose fault is that?” he snapped.
Hua Yong pressed his lips together, trying to stifle the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, but he failed miserably.
“Get out,” Shaoyou muttered, looking away, the faintest blush on his cheeks.
Hua Yong’s smile softened. He leaned down just enough to brush his lips across Shaoyou’s hair before slipping out of the room.
When he came back, he leaned over Shaoyou, and whispered, “Breakfast’s ready.”
Shaoyou shifted back suspiciously, eyeing him with a narrowed gaze. “I swear, if you try to carry me again, I’m not going to eat.”
Hua Yong raised both hands in surrender. “Alright, no carrying. I’ll help you walk.”
He slid an arm around Shaoyou’s waist, guiding him toward the table. Shaoyou grumbled under his breath the whole way but didn’t shake him off this time.
The moment Shaoyou sat down, his eyes landed on the steaming bowl. His lips curled in distaste. “I don’t like porridge.”
From behind, Hua Yong’s arms wrapped around his shoulders in a loose embrace. “I know.”
Shaoyou’s head snapped toward him, eyebrows raised. “You knew, and you’ve been cooking it for me all this time?”
Instead of answering, Hua Yong nuzzled against his cheek, the tip of his nose brushing Shaoyou’s warm skin.
“Mr. Sheng, you have to be careful with what you eat… or you’ll upset your stomach. We don’t want that, right?”
When the meaning sank in, Shaoyou almost choked on his own spit. His face flamed red, and he shoved at Hua Yong’s arm, glaring furiously. “You— shameless—”
But Hua Yong only tightened his hold, refusing to budge. “Eat, please? Hm?” His voice was coaxing, the kind of tone that made Shaoyou’s resolve crumble.
Shaoyou inhaled deeply, trying to summon up his pride, but in the end he picked up the spoon with a muttered curse. He hated how easily Hua Yong could make him give in.
The first bite surprised him. The porridge was mild but comforting, the warmth spreading through his empty stomach. Or maybe it was just because he was starving, but it wasn’t bad at all.
Hua Yong sat close beside him, watching intently as Shaoyou ate, his smile unrestrained. Every time Shaoyou lifted the spoon, Hua Yong leaned in just slightly, eyes shining as if he was the one being fed.
When Shaoyou finally noticed the way his mouth was open, he scoffed. “You’re old enough to feed yourself, Mr. Hua.”
“But food tastes better when you feed me,” Hua Yong replied, batting his lashes.
Shaoyou groaned under his breath, but still offered him a spoonful. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, but Hua Yong gladly accepted the bite, humming happily like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
They ate like that, with Shaoyou pretending to be annoyed and Hua Yong looking far too pleased with himself. By the time the bowl was empty, Shaoyou’s shoulders had relaxed without him noticing.
When he moved to gather the dishes, Hua Yong stopped him immediately, covering his hand with his own. “I’ll do it. Just stay there.”
Before Shaoyou could argue, Hua Yong was already stacking the bowls and carrying them toward the kitchen, still humming contentedly.
Shaoyou blinked rapidly. He had never had anyone take care of him like this. All his life, he had been the one taking care of others, the one cleaning up after their mess. Hua Yong was the first person who had ever done it for him without being asked.
The realization sat in his chest. His fingers drifted up to rub the back of his neck, his teeth worrying at his lower lip as he watched Hua Yong at the sink. The enigma’s sleeves were rolled up, his head bent slightly as he rinsed the dishes, the domestic scene so simple, so ordinary, and yet to Shaoyou, it was almost overwhelming.
It felt too much like a home he wasn’t sure he deserved. He tried to fight it, to remind himself that Hua Yong lied to him and deceived him. He shouldn’t like this so much. He shouldn’t want Hua Yong, shouldn’t let him crawl under his skin like this. But deep down, Shaoyou knew he had lost from the very beginning.
When it came to Hua Yong, he could only ever bend, never break away.
When they were back in the bedroom, Hua Yong laid easily on the bed with a book in his hands, flipping pages with focus. Shaoyou, meanwhile, sat propped against the pillows, scrolling through his phone to catch up on all the messages and updates he had missed for the past two days. The room was quiet, comfortable in a way that gnawed at Shaoyou’s carefully built walls.
When he finally set the phone aside and stood up, Hua Yong’s hand shot out, catching his wrist.
“Where are you going, Mr. Sheng?” Hua Yong asked.
“Shower,” Shaoyou replied with a roll of his eyes. “Are you going to follow me there too?”
Hua Yong’s head immediately perked up. “Can I?”
Shaoyou froze, heat flooding his ears. He tugged at his hand, blushing hard. “Are you crazy?”
Instead of letting go, Hua Yong leaned closer, looping his arms around Shaoyou’s waist and pressing his face against the small of his back, muffling his words against the thin fabric of his sleep shirt. “Please, Mr. Sheng. I wanna shower with you.”
Shaoyou’s heart fluttered at the warmth of Hua Yong’s touch, at the way his voice curled around him like honey. He swallowed hard, refusing to give in. “No.”
“Please—” Hua Yong’s arms tightened, as though he could hold him in place with sheer stubbornness.
“I said no,” Shaoyou cut him off. He reached down, prying Hua Yong’s hands off his waist one by one, ignoring the pout he knew was forming behind him.
When he was finally free, he walked toward the bathroom without looking back, his ears still burning.
Behind him, Hua Yong let out a small sigh, dropping back onto the bed. Still, a smile tugged at his lips. Even Shaoyou’s rejections, prickly and short-tempered, were endearing to him.
And as for Shaoyou, no matter how firmly he had said “no,” his heart was still racing like he had said “yes.”
While showering, Shaoyou’s mind couldn’t help but wander.
He leaned against the tiled wall, eyes shutting tight as memories of that night slipped through the cracks of his control. Hua Yong above him, his weight pressing him into the sheets, the heat of his lips stealing every thought from his head. Shaoyou remembered the way he had moaned Hua Yong’s name, breathless and shameless, how he had begged him to go deeper, harder. He remembered the dizzying way Hua Yong had kissed him until he couldn’t think straight, how good it felt to give in.
And worst of all, he remembered the thick girth of Hua Yong’s cock filling him completely, the delicious ache of it pressing against his walls.
His whole face went hot at the thought, and low in his stomach, heat began to coil dangerously.
“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, glaring at the spray of water. His cock already hard and straining. He cursed himself, twisted the dial, and hissed as cold water rained down on his skin. Anything to calm down, anything to stop himself from imagining Hua Yong’s hands, Hua Yong’s mouth, Hua Yong whispering against his ear.
He rushed through the rest of his shower, refusing to give himself a single indulgent touch. By the time he stepped out, he was fully clothed, but he was still half-hard, frustrated and embarrassed.
And there he was, Hua Yong, sitting obediently on the bed, waiting like a loyal pup for his alpha to return. His posture was relaxed, but the moment his eyes landed on Shaoyou, they lit up, and Shaoyou’s heart raced.
Shaoyou quickly looked away.
“Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong said gently, patting the bed beside him, “let me dry your hair.”
“I can do it myself,” Shaoyou muttered, but before he could finish the thought, Hua Yong was already tugging him down, guiding him to sit on the edge of the mattress.
The dryer whirred to life, the air brushed through his damp hair as Hua Yong carefully ran his fingers through the strands, combing them out with such tenderness that Shaoyou couldn’t help but smile. Hua Yong’s body pressed close behind him, brushing against his shoulder, his back, again and again until shivers crawled across his skin.
Shaoyou moved, trying to edge away, but Hua Yong followed easily, leaning into him without hesitation. His thighs pressed against Shaoyou’s, until Shaoyou crossed his legs tightly, his blush spreading down to his neck.
It didn’t take long before Hua Yong finished, clicking the dryer off and setting it aside with a satisfied hum. Then, without warning, he leaned down, his nose brushing along the side of Shaoyou’s neck.
Shaoyou stiffened, his breath catching as Hua Yong inhaled deeply.
“Hm,” Hua Yong murmured. “You smell so good, Mr. Sheng.” His nose trailed lower, along the line of his collarbones, his lips grazing lightly against his skin.
Shaoyou jerked back, his pulse hammering. “Get off of me—”
But Hua Yong only leaned in closer, his lips ghosting against the shell of his ear. “You’re hard, aren’t you?”
Shaoyou’s eyes flew wide in shock, the tips of his ears burning crimson. “What are you talking about?” he snapped, scrambling to his feet.
Before he could get far, Hua Yong’s hands caught his waist, pulling him effortlessly back down onto the bed. In one swift motion, Hua Yong placed him onto his lap, holding him securely as if he belonged there.
“Hua Yong—” Shaoyou glared at him, struggling, his palms pressed against the enigma’s chest as though to push him away. But Hua Yong’s grip was unyielding.
“Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong murmured, his hand sliding up to the back of his neck. He cupped it gently, fingers threading into his hair, guiding him down until their mouths collided.
Shaoyou tried to push him away, palms pressing weakly against Hua Yong’s chest, but the longer Hua Yong kissed him, the harder it became to resist. It didn’t take long before his resistance melted into nothing, his lips parting on a shaky sigh as he began to kiss Hua Yong back.
Hua Yong smiled against his mouth, the curve of his lips tender even as he deepened the kiss. He loved Shaoyou pliant like this, his proud alpha soft and warm in his arms.
Shaoyou tilted his head slightly, granting Hua Yong more access, and Hua Yong didn’t waste the chance. He caught Shaoyou’s bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently before releasing it, only for Shaoyou to capture his upper lip in return. The back-and-forth was dizzying, sweet and hot all at once.
Then Hua Yong’s fingers threaded into his hair, tugging firmly to tilt his head upward. Shaoyou groaned at the pull, his lips parting instinctively, and Hua Yong slipped his tongue inside. Their tongues brushed together, the taste of him flooding Hua Yong’s senses, and it felt so fucking good that a low sound rumbled from his chest.
They kissed and kissed, until Shaoyou’s lungs were begging for air. Hua Yong finally pulled back, lips swollen and wet, just to let him breathe. Shaoyou’s chest heaved as he panted, eyes half-lidded, dazed and pretty. His lips were slick with saliva, shining in the light, and Hua Yong’s dick hardened even more at the sight.
“My alpha looks so wrecked already,” Hua Yong murmured, brushing a thumb along his cheekbone.
Shaoyou shot him a glare, but it lacked its usual sharpness.
Hua Yong didn’t give him much time to recover. His hand slid down, starting from Shaoyou’s thighs until it reached his crotch.
When his palm was pressed against the hard outline straining through the silk of Shaoyou’s pants, Shaoyou hissed, his whole body jerking.
“You’re so hard for me, Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong said, lifting his eyes to meet Shaoyou’s through his lashes.
Shaoyou opened his mouth, the beginnings of an argument forming on his tongue, but the moment Hua Yong cupped his cock, and gave it a squeeze, the words dissolved into a shaky gasp. His lips parted helplessly, his head tipping forward to rest against Hua Yong’s shoulder as pleasure clouded his thoughts.
“You were gonna say something?” Hua Yong smirked, soft and smug at once, his thumb rubbing circles over the hard length he held. He adored having Shaoyou like this; straddling his lap, their faces close enough for him to see every expression, every little crack in Shaoyou’s mask of pride.
“You’re… you’re an asshole,” Shaoyou choked out, but there was no bite.
“Yeah?” Hua Yong laughed, leaning up to brush a kiss at the corner of his lips, then another along his jaw.
He rolled his hips up, grinding against Shaoyou’s crotch. His hands slid from his waist, tracing upward, pushing at the hem of his clothes. Inch by inch, the alpha’s skin was revealed beneath Hua Yong’s palms, and he couldn’t help but sigh at the feel of it.
Shaoyou shivered, his fingers twitching as though he wanted to push him away but couldn’t bring himself to. His eyes fluttered shut when Hua Yong’s hands finally settled against his bare sides, thumbs rubbing soothing circles there.
“See?” Hua Yong whispered against his lips, kissing him once more. “You don’t have to fight me. Just let me take care of you.”
Hua Yong rolled his hips up again. The friction made Shaoyou whimper, the hard line of his cock grinding against Hua Yong’s own, both of them so painfully hard.
“Ah… Hua Yong,” Shaoyou moaned when Hua Yong bucked his hips particularly hard.
“Do you feel good?”
“Yeah…” Shaoyou admitted, eyes squeezed shut, his face burning. His lips parted with a needy sigh. “Want more.”
Hua Yong didn’t need to be told twice. He would give Shaoyou anything he asked for. He slid his hands down, tugging at the waistband of Shaoyou’s pants until he pushed them down along with his underwear. The alpha’s cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, and Shaoyou whined, ducking his head to bury his face in the crook of Hua Yong’s neck as if to hide.
A breathy laugh slipped out of Hua Yong. He cupped Shaoyou’s face and tilted him back up, coaxing him to look at him. “Is my alpha shy?” he teased. “You don’t have to be. I love you. I love your cock.”
Shaoyou’s blush went all the way to his ears. “Hua Yong,” he tried to scold him, but it was weak and unconvincing.
Hua Yong laughed again, kissing him sweetly, stealing his words away. Shaoyou melted almost instantly, giving in to the kiss like he always did, his lips pliant and warm under Hua Yong’s.
During the kiss, Hua Yong’s hand wrapped around Shaoyou’s cock, fingers stroking along the length. Shaoyou moaned into his mouth, the sound breaking the kiss, his forehead falling forward to press against Hua Yong’s again.
“So pretty.” Hua Yong’s lips brushed Shaoyou’s cheek before returning to capture his swollen mouth again. His strokes were slow at first, savoring every gasp, every moan, especially when his thumb teased the slit, making Shaoyou flinch and shudder with a choked sound.
When Hua Yong picked up his pace, pumping him faster, Shaoyou’s breathing grew ragged, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. His lashes fluttered, his eyes glazed with heat and embarrassment.
Hua Yong moved then, flipping them so that Shaoyou was sitting against the headboard, his back cushioned by pillows. Shaoyou instinctively snapped his legs closed, flustered, trying to turn away to hide himself.
But Hua Yong caught his knees, spreading them apart. “Be good for me, alpha,” he coaxed, settling between them.
Hua Yong’s gaze roamed over him, admiring every inch. Shaoyou’s legs, pale and smooth like porcelain, made him shudder with want. They were so flawless it drove him insane, made him want to mark them up with his mouth and teeth until they bore his claim. Slowly, he traced the length of Shaoyou’s thigh with a single finger, from knee to inner thigh, until he reached his cock again.
He wrapped his fingers around him once more, stroking languidly, eyes flicking up to watch Shaoyou’s face as he leaned down. Without hesitation, Hua Yong took him into his mouth.
“Fuck—” Shaoyou gasped, his head knocking back against the headboard as pleasure spiked through him. His thighs twitched, trembling as his lips fell open around moans.
Hua Yong moaned around him. He kept his gaze fixed at the alpha, drinking in every change of Shaoyou’s expression. Shaoyou tried to hold eye contact, his lashes fluttering, but every time the pleasure overwhelmed him, his eyes squeezed shut, his hand clenching tightly in Hua Yong’s hair.
“Ah, ngghhn—” Shaoyou’s voice broke when Hua Yong took him deeper, tongue swirling along the underside of his shaft. His other hand pumped the base, stroking in rhythm with the wet pull of his mouth, until Shaoyou was crying out more.
The alpha’s hips bucked despite himself, shallow thrusts upward as if he couldn’t hold back anymore. Hua Yong groaned around him, and when Shaoyou finally pushed at the back of his head, urging him deeper, Hua Yong let him. He let Shaoyou fuck into his mouth, choking once, tears pricking his eyes, but he didn’t stop. He wanted to give him this. He wanted to make him lose control.
Shaoyou’s thighs shook violently, his entire body tensing. “I—ah—I’m gonna c-cum.” His grip tightened in Hua Yong’s hair, his other hand shaking as he pushed him away, but Hua Yong didn’t budge.
With a strangled cry, Shaoyou came, spilling hot down Hua Yong’s throat. His whole body trembled as waves of pleasure wracked him, his back arching against the headboard.
When it was over, Shaoyou’s chest heaved, his eyes wide in horror as he realized what he had done. “Hua Yong, y-you’re crazy! Why did you—”
But Hua Yong only wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, smiling up at him with adoration written plain across his face. “Mr. Sheng tastes so good.”
Before Shaoyou could sputter out another protest, Hua Yong leaned up and kissed him, swallowing whatever words he had left. And though Shaoyou thought he should push him away, should scold him for his shamelessness, he found himself kissing him back instead because resisting Hua Yong had always been impossible.
Hua Yong hadn’t planned on going all the way. He was still worried Shaoyou’s body might be sore, still recovering from the heat and the permanent mark, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt him.
But then Shaoyou looked up at him through his lashes, his face flushed, lips swollen from kissing, and whispered, breathless:
“Fuck me.”
Hua Yong’s brain short-circuited. He swore his heart stopped beating for a moment. Every ounce of restraint he thought he had dissolved in an instant, because when it came to Shaoyou, he had never been one to deny him anything.
Leaning down, Hua Yong kissed him again, pouring every ounce of love and hunger into the press of their lips. Shaoyou kissed him back, but Hua Yong could feel the tremor in his hands, the nervous energy running through him. This time was different. Last time, Shaoyou had been caught up in the haze of heat, lost to instincts. Now he was completely aware, every touch, every movement, and that knowledge made his heart pound wildly against Hua Yong’s chest.
“I need to prep you first,” Hua Yong murmured against his lips.
Shaoyou nodded quickly, though his face was burning. He watched Hua Yong move to the side table to grab the bottle of lube.
“Take your clothes off,” Shaoyou muttered when Hua Yong returned.
The enigma’s lips curved into a small smile. “Yes, sir,” he teased, but he obeyed without hesitation, stripping quickly until his clothes were discarded on the floor. Shaoyou swallowed thickly at the sight of him, his own body heating all over again.
Hua Yong slicked his fingers generously with lube, then leaned down to kiss Shaoyou once more before parting his thighs, baring his tight little hole. Shaoyou flushed scarlet and threw his arm over his face, hiding as much as he could.
“It’s okay,” Hua Yong whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his knee before lowering his head. “Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.”
Shaoyou didn’t answer, too embarrassed, but his body arched off the bed with a gasp when he felt Hua Yong’s finger prodding at his hole. Slowly, Hua Yong slipped one finger in. His walls clenching tightly around it, his mouth falling open.
“Breathe for me, Mr. Sheng. Relax,” Hua Yong coaxed, kissing the inside of his thigh.
Another finger followed, stretching him open, and then a third. Shaoyou’s breathing was ragged now, fast and uneven, his chest heaving with every shallow breath. Hua Yong moved patiently, scissoring and curling his fingers until Shaoyou’s thighs trembled and little noises escaped his lips no matter how hard he tried to hold them back.
When Hua Yong finally pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, Shaoyou’s body sagged against the sheets, dazed, his chest rising and falling as if he had already been undone.
“You okay?” Hua Yong asked as his hand stroked slowly along his own cock, slicking it with lube.
Shaoyou only nodded quickly, unable to form words, his lips parted as his eyes stayed fixed on Hua Yong’s face.
Hua Yong’s breath hitched as he lined himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against Shaoyou’s hole. He moaned when he sank in slowly, inch by inch, until he bottomed out completely. Both of them cried out, Shaoyou’s knuckles turning white from how tightly he gripped the bedsheet.
“Fuck, so tight,” Hua Yong groaned, burying his face into Shaoyou’s neck. He didn’t move yet, letting Shaoyou adjust, pressing soft kisses along his jawline.
Shaoyou cupped Hua Yong’s face and pulled him into another kiss. The response was immediate, needy, as if kissing Hua Yong was the only thing keeping him grounded.
A moan slipped from Shaoyou’s lips when Hua Yong gave a shallow thrust.
“More?” Hua Yong whispered.
Shaoyou bit his lip, his eyes half-lidded and dazed. “Y-you can go—ah—faster…”
That was all Hua Yong needed. He adjusted his grip, pushing Shaoyou’s legs higher, holding them securely in one arm as he pulled back and thrust in again, harder this time.
Shaoyou moaned, the sound ripping from his throat, the veins in his neck popping out. This angle had Hua Yong’s cock driving deeper inside him, brushing right against that spot that made his vision blur.
“There?” Hua Yong panted, thrusting again. “Right there, alpha?”
“Yes—ah—y-yes.” Shaoyou’s back arched, his walls squeezing tight around Hua Yong’s cock, milking him.
Hua Yong’s restraint snapped. Each thrust harder and deeper than the last, kissing him between gasps, swallowing every moan, every cry. Watching Shaoyou unravel beneath him like this—so gorgeous, so vulnerable, so his—made Hua Yong dizzy with love and want.
Shaoyou’s body was trembling, his thighs shaking as he clutched at Hua Yong’s shoulders. Hua Yong could feel his own release building, the heat coiling low in his stomach.
“Mr. Sheng—fuck, I’m—” Hua Yong gasped, and with one last deep thrust, he spilled inside him, moaning against Shaoyou’s lips as he kissed him through it.
Shaoyou, already wrecked, clung to him weakly, barely able to respond, his breathing uneven and broken. His pretty eyes fluttered, his lips slick and kiss-bruised, and Hua Yong thought he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
When he finally pulled out, Shaoyou winced at the overstimulation, a small whimper escaping. Hua Yong quickly grabbed tissues, cleaning Shaoyou gently.
“Let me—” Shaoyou tried, embarrassed, reaching to cover his face.
“No,” Hua Yong said, catching his hand and kissing his palm. “Let me take care of you. Please.”
Shaoyou huffed, flustered, but let him. Hua Yong cleaned him carefully, then dressed him in fresh clothes. He had to force himself not to stare too long at Shaoyou’s beautiful body, every pale inch of skin making him hard all over again. He shook his head quickly, trying to calm down.
When he was done, Shaoyou was already drowsy, his eyes fighting to stay open. Hua Yong laid down beside him, immediately wrapping him up in his arms. For the first time, Shaoyou didn’t fight him. He simply melted against his chest, his body fitting perfectly in Hua Yong’s hold, as if this had always been where he belonged.
“You were so good for me, Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong whispered into his hair, kissing the top of his head.
Shaoyou blushed, even in his half-asleep state. “Shut up,” he muttered weakly.
Hua Yong only smiled, his chest swelling with warmth. He held him closer, tucking the blanket around them, listening as Shaoyou’s breaths evened out.
And as sleep claimed the alpha, Hua Yong thought to himself that there was no place in the world he’d rather be than here, holding the man he loved, safe in his arms.