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Mobei-Jun can smell Shang Qinghua’s scent even before he enters the main hallway leading to his chamber’s doors. It hits him hard and without mercy, making his steps stagger by just a bit as the pheromones stink past his skin and right into his blood. It’s enough to have him dizzy and incapable of higher thought. Everything regresses to its most basic form as only one thing drives him forward and that is his omega.
Shang Qinghua’s heat doesn’t come as a surprise as they have both been anticipating it for weeks. It has finally started to develop a clear cycle with its efforts in trying to sync up to Mobei-Jun’s rut. Something that was inevitable as they live in close proximity to each other and they have been mated for almost a year now. So with Shang Qinghua’s heats having a steady and consistent appearance every three months, preparations were easy to make.
His preheat had hit about four days ago and that had been a challenge for Mobei-Jun despite how muted Shang Qinghua’s scent was. It hadn’t fully blossomed yet but held enough strength to drive up Mobei-Jun’s ferality. He had found it hard to keep his hands off of Shang Qinghua and often pulled his mate away from his duties to nuzzle against his scent gland. He’d breathe in deep until that muted scent invaded his senses and draped itself over his taste buds. It was enough but also not enough and he’d always growl whenever Shang Qinghua tried to untangle himself from Mobei-Jun’s grip.
“My King, I still have a lot of work to do back in An Ding,” Shang Qinghua would repeat, weakly pushing at Mobei-Jun’s shoulders. He had been trying to get as much work done as he could before his heat rendered him useless. Mobei-Jun understood that but didn’t necessarily care as all he wanted was his mate to be close to him at all times. “I really need to - ah, My King!”
That had just been Shang Qinghua’s preheat.
So when this morning came and Shang Qinghua was flushed and covered in sweat, his scent heavy, Mobei-jun very nearly lost his mind. Shang Qinghua mewled sweetly for him, already desperate and begging as he rutted against the silk bed sheets. But Mobei-Jun had to attend to some matters quickly, all of them needing his presence. He cursed lowly, his cock already plump within his pants as he struggled to get himself dressed. He could feel the promise of a knot swelling at the base of his hard length and it was like Shang Qinghua could feel it too as he whined loudly.
“My King, p-please don’t go,” he whined so beautifully, his hips still moving messily against the increasingly staining sheets. There was no rhythm to how he moved, only the frantic push of an omega in heat in need of release. “I-I need you so bad, ah hah, alpha please .” His voice was tinged with tears and it looked like he was about to cry, like the very idea of Mobei-Jun walking out of their chambers would shatter him. It would shatter Mobei-jun too and fuck, he didn’t want to leave when his pretty omega needed him the most.
It was with a pitched sob that Mobei-Jun broke and moved towards the bed with impressive speed. Shang Qinghua chirped happily around another sob and allowed himself to be pulled to the edge of the bed where Mobei-Jun stood. He was so pretty, his jade skin pinked and a blank canvas for his mouth, his warm eyes darkened by his arousal and his hair a mess as it stuck to his sweat-slicked skin.
The meetings could wait until he helped Shang Qinghua get the edge off, at least, and he fell to his knees, rested Shang Qinghua’s legs over his shoulders and worshipped the sensitive skin of his omega’s inner thighs. He nipped and licked and sucked until splotches of red appeared, bruises destined to form and Shang Qinghua was shaking. Slick gushed from his small hole and Mobei-jun leapt forward to catch it with his tongue. He moaned appreciatively, continuing his ministrations until Shang Qinghua was tagging at his hair, his loud cries filling the air as he pleaded Mobei-Jun to touch him more.
Mobei-Jun groaned, his cock throbbing eagerly, as he continued his path up Shang Qinghua’s inner thighs before his lips kissed his hole. The taste was far more concentrated here and both that as well as the scent had Mobei-Jun’s hands gripping a little too tight at Shang Qinghua’s hips. His groans were impossible to mute as he lapped at Shang Qinghua’s hole like a man dying of thirst and breathed in until all that he could smell was Shang Qinghua. It was delicious, the taste and scent of him, warm and inviting, the best delicacy to ever exist. Regardless of how many times he had experienced this, absolutely nothing else could compare to the sheer pleasure he got from this.
He allowed Shang Qinghua to ride his face as he hardened his tongue to catch on Shang Qinghua’s rim with each push of his hips. He sank into the euphoria of being between his omega’s plush thighs, surrounded by his scent and greedily gulping down each burst of silk that fell into his mouth. He pulled Shang Qinghua down harder on his tongue with his hands still on his hips and listened to the deliciously stuttered and increasingly pitching whimpers as Shang Qinghua quickly found his first orgasm of the day.
“ A-alpha !”
Mobei-Jun opened his mouth wider to receive the immense gush of slick that came with Shang Qinghua’s orgasm. He swallowed it down with a pleased hum and relished every oversensitive twitch Shang Qinghua gave when he licked for the more he could find. Leaving a few chaste kisses on his trembling thighs, Mobei-Jun gently lowered Shang Qinghua’s legs down and stood with his usual grace. He stared down at Shang Qinghua and the sight he made, beautiful as he still shook with the intensity of all he felt and only sated for now.
Shang Qinghua met his eyes before smiling, reaching out for him and Mobei-Jun couldn’t resist going into his arms. They shared a deep kiss, Shang Qinghua moaning at the taste of himself, before Mobei-Jun gathered enough strength to pull away.
“I’ll be back soon, Qinghua.” Mobei-Jun promised and that earned him a pout but he knew that Shang Qinghua understood. With a nip to his bottom lip and a nuzzle against his cheek, Shang Qinghua squirmed against him until his knee slightly brushed against Mobei-Jun’s bulge. He laughed softly as Mobei-Jun barely suppresses the shiver that runs down his spine.
“I know you will,” Shang Qinghua replied, not letting go of Mobei-Jun just yet. “Or else I’ll come look for you myself.”
Mobei-Jun huffed a laugh before giving Shang Qinghua one last kiss and reluctantly pulling away.
That had been three hours ago and three hours is an eternity to an omega in heat in need of their alpha. So Mobei-Jun leaves the moment his duties are done and arrives before his chamber’s doors with Shang Qinghua’s scent thick and heavy in his throat. It overwhelms all of his senses entirely and has him nearly going to his knees as he pushes the wide doors open. They fall shut behind him as Mobei-Jun moves with one purpose in mind and he finds that purpose stumbling his way out of bed. Shang Qinghua has one of the bedsheets wrapped around his shaking frame, his face flushed and his eyes dazed as he stares at Mobei-Jun, blinking slowly.
They simply stare at each other, standing less than ten feet apart yet neither of them makes the first move. Mobei-Jun watches Shang Qinghua carefully, making sure that his omega is alright and waiting to see what he does. His eyes momentarily shift towards the bed and take note of the nest that Shang Qinghua has built within the hours of his absence. It’s not fully complete, Mobei-Jun knows, as it’s missing items from Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe but he knows that it’s enough. The majority of it contains his clothing and his scent and just that alone is enough to comfort his omega greatly.
Shang Qinghua sways on his feet as the flush on his cheeks gets darker and Mobei-Jun can smell the copious amount of slick coming from him. Staining the inside of his thighs and trailing down his slender legs and if that doesn’t make Mobei-Jun’s need skyrocket to even bigger heights. He wants and he wants so badly that it hurts. His cock is has been aching to bury itself into Shang Qinghua all morning, to plunge in deep and fill Shang Qinghua with all that he spills. He had nearly popped a knot twice within the three hours that he has been away because he couldn’t think of anything else.
All he could think about was Shang Qinghua under him, crying for his knot as he pleads Mobei-Jun to breed him. Shang Qinghua covered head to toe in his marks that fuel a possessiveness like no other and dripping with white from when his hole can’t take any more.
He wants, he wants, he wants and that want bubbles up in a low growl as Mobei-Jun has neared his breaking point.
His growl is immediately responded to with a pitched mewl and that’s all Mobei-Jun needs as he goes to ravish the omega in front of him.
Shang Qinghua responds beautifully to his touch and arches into his hands with a relieved purr. The bed cushions their descent and Mobei-Jun turns Shang Qinghua onto his knees with rough hands, plastering his chest against his mate’s as he fumbles with the ties of his pants. It’s not long before he’s thrusting into Shang Qinghua with a low groan, his teeth sinking into a shoulder that houses his mating bite. He bites into it on the first solid thrust and Shang Qinghua chokes on his breath as he comes too quickly.
Mobei-Jun fucks into Shang Qinghua with a harsh pace and growls his pleasure into the crook of his neck as he goes harder and deeper. Shang Qinghua’s hands claw at the bedsheets as his cries of ecstasy flood Mobei-Jun’s ears and his scent only grows stronger which serves to pull Mobei-Jun into a deeper realm of ferality. He licks at the sweet blood that oozes from Shang Qinghua’s fresh wound before pushing up and gripping Shang Qinghua’s hips firmly to fuck him right on his dick.
A beautiful wail comes from his omega and Mobei-Jun grunts when that slick hole clenches around him.
From this position, he’s able to see the delicious curve of Shang Qinghua’s back and the bounce of his ample cheeks as they’re slammed against his hips. His hands are so large as they hold onto Shang Qinghua’s narrow hips with enough strength to bruise and his thumbs meet when they slide up to curve around his slender waist. Shang Qinghua is so small compared to him, so easily moveable and wonderfully pliant and it only adds fuel to the burning fire in the lower bit of his stomach. He’s fucking Shang Qinghua back onto his cock like he’s merely a doll, made for his own pleasure and it’s almost like Shang Qinghua knows what he’s thinking due to a spurt of slick that hits his pelvic bone. Fuck, Mobei-Jun feels his knot forming and soon it’s pressing against Shang Qinghua’s tight hole with its need to get in.
“A-alpha, My King, please,” Shang Qinghua pleads at the feeling of his king’s knot against him. “Please, please, please, knot me. Knot me and breed me, I need it, I need it, I-!”
“Such a good and pretty omega,” Mobei-Jun rumbles, pleased before he roughly pulls Shang Qinghua back onto his knot and it pops in.
“AH-!” Shang Qinghua gasps before he’s trembling with a loud scream and coating Mobei-Jun’s pants in slick as he comes and comes and comes. His scream fades into a shaking sob as he’s still coming and Mobei-Jun prolongs it further as he fucks Shang Qinghua through his orgasm as his own is fastly approaching. With how Shang Qinghua is rapidly clenching around him and how he still fucks back into every push that Mobei-Jun gives, the burning fire within him roars into a melting inferno.
His mouth finds Shang Qinghua’s shoulder again and his teeth bite down on the mating mark as he comes heavily into his omega. The bite prompts another orgasm from Shang Qinghua who shivers through it and that, in turn, causes Mobei-Jun to come harder. His vision is blinded by white-hot pleasure and he can feel his claws tearing into Shang Qinghua’s flesh as he loses himself. He’s still coming when the initial burst fades but he momentarily catches his breath as Shang Qinghua is still attempting to find his.
Mobei-Jun gently unlatches his teeth from Shang Qinghua’s shoulder before softly licking up the blood that wells up. Once he’s satisfied, he moves onto showering his mate with affection and Shang Qinghua purrs tiredly but happily, Mobei-Jun responding with his own satisfied rumble as they nuzzle each other. Mobei-Jun settles them into a comfortable position with his knot keeping Shang Qinghua nice and full.
There’s no urgency now and they can relax in the post-coital bliss while regaining their strength for the next rounds to come.
Mobei-Jun pecks Shang Qinghua’s cheek and smiles when his omega giggles, tilting back his head so he can kiss underneath his jaw.
“Thank you, My King.” Shang Qinghua says softly, eyes glowing with affection.
Mobei-Jun’s heart trembles in his chest.
“Anything for Qinghua.”