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“Mr. Sheng, I’m done,” Hua Yong said as he stepped out of the bedroom, fully dressed and ready to leave.
Sheng Shaoyou, lounging on the couch, looked up, and promptly forgot how to breathe.
Hua Yong was wearing a crisp satin shirt, the white fabric gleaming under the light. The neckline was deep, showing off the sharp line of his collarbones, while a patterned silk scarf in muted blues and earthy tones was tied loosely at his throat, draping elegantly down his chest. The back of the shirt was daringly open, fabric falling like liquid against his frame, the gleam of a thin pearl strand glinting along his spine. His trousers were tailored to perfection, the dark cut hugging his waist and legs in clean, sleek lines. His layered hair framed his face, falling just past his jaw and brushing the nape of his neck.
He was effortlessly beautiful, breathtaking, and it was unfair.
Shaoyou stood, moving on instinct. He slid his hands over Hua Yong’s waist, tugging him close, his nose brushing along his cheek before leaning back to stare at him again.
“Do you really think you’re allowed to go out looking this pretty?” he asked, voice low, eyebrow raised in warning.
Hua Yong blinked, clearly pleased, though a shy blush spread across his cheeks. For all his shamelessness, Shaoyou’s compliments always left him disarmed.
He looped his arms lazily over the alpha’s shoulders. “Can’t I?”
Shaoyou scoffed, though his jaw clenched. “You look way too fucking good. Everyone will stare at you, Hua Yong… and I’ll want to gouge their eyes out.” His grip on Hua Yong’s waist tightened as if to prove his point.
Instead of shrinking back, Hua Yong smiled, soft and infuriatingly smug. “Good. Let them stare. I want everyone to see how amazing your wife looks. I want them to envy you.” He dragged a finger down the alpha’s jaw, grazing the side of his neck, the teasing touch both tender and daring.
Shaoyou’s lips curved into a smirk. He slid his hand up Hua Yong’s back, fingers spreading against the warm, bare skin beneath the open shirt. “You say that like you’re not already mine.”
Hua Yong kissed him before he could say more. “I am yours,” he murmured against his lips. “Completely.”
The admission made something primal flare in Shaoyou’s chest. He kissed him back harder, deepening it until Hua Yong’s fingers clutched at his shoulders, until he let out a small sound of pleasure. When they pulled apart, Hua Yong’s lips were swollen, his eyes dazed.
“You’re dangerous when you look at me like that,” Hua Yong whispered.
“Good,” Shaoyou shot back, brushing his thumb over Hua Yong’s lips before letting go. “Maybe it’ll remind you not to walk around tempting people.”
Hua Yong laughed, shaking his head. “You’re talking as if you don’t tempt people every time you walk into a room, Mr. Sheng.”
Shaoyou pinched his cheek, earning a small yelp. “Don’t flatter me.”
“But it’s true.” Hua Yong pouted, lips jutting in a way that made Shaoyou want to drag him back in for another kiss.
Instead, the alpha sighed and held out his hand. “Enough. Let’s go before I change my mind and keep you locked up.”
Hua Yong’s smile widened. He laced their fingers together without hesitation. “Yes, Mr. Sheng.”
The venue was massive, the kind of grand hall built to impress even the most jaded of billionaires. Chandeliers hung high from vaulted ceilings, glittering like constellations, with polished marble floors beneath the shuffle of expensive shoes.
Every corner was lined with staff carrying trays of wine glasses and hors d’oeuvres, weaving seamlessly through the crowd of the city’s most powerful businessmen. The event was a fundraising gala, and nearly every major name was here. Hua Yong’s own company had a seat at the table, of course, but he had handed full responsibility to Chang Yu tonight. His attention, his priority, and his entire world was Sheng Shaoyou.
Hua Yong walked beside him, his arm looped neatly around Shaoyou’s, the alpha’s hand resting at the small of his back. It was as if Shaoyou refused to allow even an inch of distance between them, guiding him through the sea of faces with authority. The touch alone made heat stir in Hua Yong’s stomach, and he had to bite back a smile. Shaoyou’s possessiveness wasn’t subtle, and Hua Yong loved every second of it.
They greeted people as they passed, businessmen and their wives, old colleagues and acquaintances. Almost everyone, at some point, leaned in with a smirk and asked if Hua Yong was Shaoyou’s omega.
“Yes,” Hua Yong would answer before Shaoyou could even open his mouth, his tone smooth and shameless.
An old man, one Hua Yong hadn’t bothered to learn the name of, swirling the wine in his glass. “So this is your omega, Mr. Sheng? Hm, I can’t blame you. He’s stunning. You’ve caught yourself quite the jewel.”
Shaoyou’s brows twitched, clearly annoyed, but Hua Yong only smiled sweetly and said, “He didn’t catch me. I chose him.”
That earned a round of laughter, and another acquaintance clapped Shaoyou on the shoulder. “Careful, Mr. Sheng, your omega has claws. Better keep him close.”
Another voice from behind chimed in, teasing, “Or should we start calling him Mrs. Sheng?”
Shaoyou stiffened, expecting the smile to drop from Hua Yong’s face, expecting him to bristle at the insult because what enigma would tolerate being called that? But Hua Yong only tilted his head, lips curving into a smile.
“I don’t mind,” Hua Yong said. He leaned against Shaoyou’s arm as if to make a point. “Mrs. Sheng has a nice ring to it.”
The teasing only got louder. “Ah, then it’s settled. Mrs. Sheng it is!”
Shaoyou turned sharply, glaring at the man who spoke. “Enough.” His tone cut through the laughter silencing them instantly. The message was clear: there were limits to what he tolerated, and they were dangerously close to crossing it.
But Hua Yong tugged gently at Shaoyou’s sleeve, shaking his head, his smile unwavering. “It’s fine, Mr. Sheng. Really.” He angled his face toward the group, unbothered. “If anything, I’m proud of it. I’m his, after all. Why wouldn’t I be Mrs. Sheng?”
The truth was, he loved it. He was more than content to be called that. He wasn’t embarrassed. He wasn’t angry. He had dressed the way he did tonight on purpose, the satin shirt, the pearls, the effortless grace.
It was all to play the part he wanted most: Sheng Shaoyou’s wife.
Mrs. Sheng.
Socializing was never his strong suit. Hua Yong didn’t like people. He never had. The chatter, the small talk, the fake smiles. None of it mattered to him. The only person who mattered, the only person he wanted to be around, was his Mr. Sheng. But for Shaoyou’s sake, he tried. He smiled, he shook hands, he laughed when he had to. As long as Shaoyou was there beside him, his hand always on his back or his arm brushing his, it was bearable.
They eventually settled at a long table near the stage, side by side. Hua Yong leaned into him often, just enough to feel the warmth of his shoulders.
The speeches dragged on, the businessmen around them loosening their ties as the wine flowed. Their conversations soon devolved into rambling about numbers and industry gossip, words slurred with arrogance and liquor. Hua Yong tuned them out, uninterested. He only needed to glance at Shaoyou to know the alpha was still politely listening, his expression composed. He was too kind for his own good sometimes, Hua Yong thought, hiding his sharp edges behind that confidence.
But Hua Yong wasn’t paying attention to the words. He was watching Shaoyou.
His side profile was maddeningly beautiful: the sharp line of his jaw, the slope of his nose, those almond-shaped eyes that gave nothing away, full lips pressed in a neutral line that somehow demanded authority without a single word. His dark hair that was styled to perfection yet soft enough that a few strands fell loose across his forehead, the kind of detail that made him look untouchable yet devastatingly human at once.
His clothes fit him like a second skin, cut to flatter the strength carved into his body. The sleek double-breasted vest traced the breadth of his chest and shoulders, tapering down to his small waist that spoke of discipline and hours carved out for training. Beneath it, the white shirt stretched crisp and clean over his toned muscle, the rolled sleeves exposing his forearms that were roped with veins. Even the loosened tie seemed deliberate, a studied nonchalance that only heightened the sharpness of his frame. Broad where it needed to be, lean where it counted.
Every inch of Sheng Shaoyou radiated dominance. Sitting there, perfectly poised in his tailored vest, sharp jaw and sleek watch catching the golden light of the venue, he looked untouchable. He was so fucking hot that Hua Yong’s mind went straight to filth. He wanted to bend him over right there, tear that vest open, and fuck him until he was screaming his name in front of all these self-important businessmen.
Shaoyou, of course, was too focused on the ongoing discussion to notice the way Hua Yong was practically eyefucking him, undressing him in his mind, his imagination already replaying the memory of Shaoyou flushed and wrecked beneath him. The way his alpha looked under him, sweat-soaked hair sticking to his temples, mouth open on broken moans, eyes glazed over made Hua Yong’s cock twitch in his trousers just thinking about it.
He shifted in his chair, restless, his gaze sliding to Shaoyou’s profile, his body, the veins on his forearm flexing where he rested it casually on the table, the loosened tie dangling at his throat. God, he’s too fucking good-looking. How am I supposed to sit here and not touch him?
So Hua Yong slid his hand casually onto Shaoyou’s thigh under the table, nothing too noticeable, just a light touch at first. But when he squeezed, his fingers digging into the firm muscle, he felt Shaoyou’s body tense.
He didn’t stop.
Slowly, he began drawing circles with his fingertips, feeling the fabric shift under his hand as he crept higher and higher until his palm brushed against Shaoyou’s crotch.
That got his attention.
Shaoyou’s head snapped toward him, eyebrows raised in warning. The look said everything: what the hell are you doing?
Hua Yong only shrugged, the corners of his mouth curving into the kind of innocent smile that wasn’t innocent at all. He even batted his lashes, mouthing silently, What?
Shaoyou immediately grabbed his wrist, dragging his hand away and holding it tight in his grip like he could actually control him. His palm was hot, his grip firm, and Hua Yong felt a shiver crawl up his spine. But he wasn’t deterred. He wanted to behave, really, if Shaoyou hadn’t come out tonight looking like sin incarnate. How could he behave when his alpha looked this fucking good?
Why not have a little fun?
So he twisted his hand out of Shaoyou’s grip, earning another glare from him, before sliding it right back onto his thigh. This time, he was bolder, and he moved straight to the bulge between Shaoyou’s legs and palmed him through the expensive fabric of his trousers.
Shaoyou froze, eyes wide, breath catching in his throat. “Stop,” he hissed under his breath, his lips barely moving, his jaw locked tight.
Hua Yong tilted his head, smiling at him with a challenge written all over his face. “What are you going to do, Mr. Sheng?” His voice was so low only Shaoyou could hear it, a teasing purr that scraped right against his composure.
He traced the outline of Shaoyou’s cock with his palm, rubbing, teasing, pressing harder until he could feel it thickening under his hand. Shaoyou’s composure started to unravel in the subtlest ways: the small twitch in his jaw, the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed, the shallow rise of his chest as his breathing grew uneven.
A broken sound slipped past Shaoyou’s lips, a choked groan that made two men at the table glance over, brows raised.
“Mr. Sheng? Are you alright?” one of them asked, concern laced in his voice.
Shaoyou’s throat worked as he forced his words out, strained but even. “I’m fine. Just… a little tired.”
They nodded and turned back to the conversation, none the wiser.
Hua Yong smirked, victorious. Shaoyou was sexy like this, trying to keep control, trying to stay dignified while his cock hardened under Hua Yong’s hand. His grip on Hua Yong’s wrist tightened, nails digging into his skin as if to warn him, don’t push me further. But he didn’t pull him away. He didn’t stop him.
Because as much as he told himself he shouldn’t want it, Shaoyou wanted everything Hua Yong gave him.
Hua Yong leaned in slightly, close enough that his lips nearly brushed Shaoyou’s ear. “You’re hard,” he whispered, wicked and pleased. “And you’re letting me touch you. Doesn’t look like you want me to stop.”
Shaoyou’s breath shuddered, his composure slipping another inch, and Hua Yong’s smirk widened.
When Hua Yong’s fingers slid to his belt buckle, fumbling with it, that was finally when Shaoyou snapped. He got up from his seat so fast that his chair scraped back loudly, drawing attention, and he forced a stiff smile at the curious onlookers.
“My wife’s had too much to drink,” Shaoyou said smoothly, one hand gripping Hua Yong’s arm tight, acting calm but his knuckles white where he held him. “We’ll be leaving now.”
Hua Yong let his head loll against his shoulder, pretending to be drunk as Shaoyou dragged him out of the venue. Inside, he was practically buzzing with arousal, loving the tension simmering between them.
His lips twitched into a smug grin that only Shaoyou could see. Got you, Mr. Sheng.
By the time they reached the parking lot, Shaoyou was fuming.
He yanked the car door open and all but shoved Hua Yong inside, the enigma laughing breathlessly at the rough handling. The motion made Hua Yong’s satin shirt ride up, baring a strip of pale, smooth skin at his waist. The gleam of the fabric against the glow of the parking lot lights made the flash of skin look sinful, like it was there just to tempt him.
Shaoyou’s gaze snagged on it, and his pupils dilated before he could stop himself. His restraint was hanging by a thread.
He leaned over without thinking, one hand gripping Hua Yong’s waist hard enough to bruise, caging him against the seat. Hua Yong’s back was pressed into the leather with a soft thud, and Shaoyou’s breath fanned against his cheek.
“Hua Yong,” he growled, voice ragged, and guttural, the sound of a man who was one second away from breaking, “you’re a fucking menace. You know that?”
Hua Yong tilted his head back against the headrest, lips curving into a smile. He pouted, batting his lashes with mock innocence. “Am I?”
That little taunt made Shaoyou’s lips twitch into a smirk despite himself. He hated that Hua Yong could still get to him so easily, but he always did. Always.
“Don’t play innocent,” Shaoyou muttered, his voice low, thick. “You knew exactly what you were doing in there.”
“And what was I doing, Mr. Sheng?” Hua Yong asked sweetly, tilting his chin up in challenge, eyes gleaming.
Shaoyou’s hand slid upward from that strip of exposed waist to Hua Yong’s stomach, fingers splayed wide against his warm skin. Hua Yong sucked in a sharp breath at the touch, shivering, his cock twitching with need just from that single movement.
“You’ve made my cock hard,” Shaoyou rasped, the words slipping past his lips before he could stop them. His eyes were dark, intense, locked onto Hua Yong’s. “Take responsibility. Won’t you?”
Hua Yong’s laugh was soft, wicked, curling at the edges with triumph. “Gladly,” he whispered, sultry, and thick with want. He grabbed Shaoyou by the nape and pulled him down, crashing their mouths together.
Their teeth clicked, messy, but Hua Yong didn’t care. He captured Shaoyou’s thick bottom lip between his teeth, biting down and nibbling on it. Shaoyou groaned, the sound deep and guttural, vibrating against Hua Yong’s lips.
When they pulled apart for air, Hua Yong licked his lips, his eyes half-lidded. “You taste good when you’re mad,” he teased.
Shaoyou’s chest rose and fell fast, his forehead pressing briefly to Hua Yong’s as if he needed the grounding. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, but his hand was already sliding lower again, gripping Hua Yong’s thigh tight.
“Then at least you’ll die happy,” Hua Yong quipped, leaning in for another kiss, his smile against Shaoyou’s mouth both infuriating and intoxicating.
Shaoyou kissed him back, hungry, messy, desperate. He tilted his head, parting his lips to invite Hua Yong in. Hua Yong didn’t hesitate, slipping his tongue inside, tangling with his, tasting the wine still lingering on Shaoyou’s mouth.
Shaoyou moaned into the kiss, his hand gripping Hua Yong’s thigh hard, grinding against him like he couldn’t wait another second.
Hua Yong’s patience snapped. He grabbed Shaoyou by the shoulders and flipped their positions in the back seat. The alpha landed against the leather with a startled grunt, and Hua Yong caged him in, straddling his thighs, his palms flat against the seat on either side of Shaoyou’s head.
God, the sight of him like this. Sheng Shaoyou, who was so put-together, so untouchable in the eyes of everyone else, was laid out beneath him, eyes blazing, lips kiss-bruised and parted, chest rising and falling with quickened breaths. It was Hua Yong’s favorite thing in the world, seeing him like this, knowing he was the only one who got to.
He leaned down and claimed Shaoyou’s mouth again, kissing him rough and deep, drinking from him like he couldn’t get enough. At the same time, his hand slid down until it was pressing against the bulge in Shaoyou’s trousers. He rubbed slow circles, the heel of his palm grinding against the hardness there until Shaoyou’s composure broke.
The alpha smirked at first, cocky, clearly pleased at the attention. But then Hua Yong squeezed, and Shaoyou’s smugness melted into a sharp gasp, his mouth falling open under Hua Yong’s kiss.
“Sensitive, aren’t you, Mr. Sheng?” Hua Yong murmured against his lips, fingers stroking him through the fabric.
Shaoyou shot him a glare that was ruined by the flush on his cheeks and the way his hips jerked up for more. “Shut up.”
Hua Yong chuckled. His hands moved to Shaoyou’s shirt, tugging it up his torso and exposing hard planes of muscle. He pushed the fabric higher, until it bunched just under Shaoyou’s chest.
“Bite it,” Hua Yong ordered, voice husky.
Shaoyou’s brows furrowed. “What?”
“Hold it in your teeth. Come on, be good for me.”
Shaoyou looked a little embarrassed, but he obeyed, biting the edge of the shirt between his teeth, his arms dropping uselessly to his sides. The sight nearly drove Hua Yong insane.
Shaoyou’s chest bared, flushed, his shirt clenched between perfect teeth, eyes glaring up at him with humiliation and arousal.
Hua Yong lowered his head and began kissing along his chest, peppering soft kisses from his sternum to his stomach. He lingered, his tongue tracing along ridges of muscle before moving back up, where he caught one of Shaoyou’s nipples between his lips.
“Ah—” Shaoyou’s breath slipped past clenched teeth, muffled by the fabric he was still holding.
Hua Yong grinned against his skin, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, licking and sucking until it hardened under his mouth. He tugged at it with his teeth before lavishing the same attention on the other side, alternating between licks, and sucks that made Shaoyou writhe beneath him.
Shaoyou’s hands had found his shoulders, gripping tight enough to bruise, his hips bucking up helplessly, trying to grind against Hua Yong’s body. The friction made Hua Yong’s own cock ache, heat curling low in his stomach.
He pinned Shaoyou back down, hands firm on his waist. “Patience, Mr. Sheng,” he teased.
Shaoyou groaned, letting his head fall back against the leather seat. “You’re infuriating.”
Hua Yong only laughed, breathless, and reached for his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle made Shaoyou’s eyes snap open in surprise.
“We’re doing it here?” Shaoyou asked, his voice husky, half in disbelief.
Hua Yong’s grin was wicked. “You think I can still wait until we get home?”
Shaoyou’s gaze burned into him, like he wanted to memorize this exact moment. And Hua Yong loved it, loved being the only one who got that look. It was his favorite thing in the world, the way Shaoyou’s attention was solely on him, like he was the center of his universe.
Without another word, Shaoyou’s hands moved, impatient. He helped Hua Yong unbuckle his belt, tugged at the zipper, and even lifted his hips off the seat so Hua Yong could strip him properly. Pants and underwear came off in one go, tossed carelessly aside.
Shaoyou’s cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, the sight making Hua Yong’s mouth water. He reached out, tracing a finger along one thick vein, watching Shaoyou flinch and curse under his breath.
“Already so hard, alpha?” Hua Yong teased, his voice velvet-soft. “Leaking everywhere like this… just from my hands?”
“Just—hurry up!” Shaoyou bit out.
Hua Yong wrapped his hand around the heavy length, stroking slowly at first, enjoying the weight of it in his palm, the way the head glistened with pre-cum. His own cock was straining painfully against his trousers now, but he couldn’t stop looking, couldn’t stop savoring the sight of Shaoyou like this.
Shaoyou looked wrecked already, his lips parted, kiss-swollen and slick, saliva shining at the corners of his mouth. His chest heaved, his pretty almond eyes blown wide with lust as they stayed fixed on Hua Yong.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Hua Yong whispered, picking up the pace of his strokes, jerking him faster, tighter.
Shaoyou groaned, head falling back, but his hand still shot up to pull Hua Yong down into another kiss. Their mouths crashed together, desperate, teeth clashing, tongues tangling. Shaoyou bit at his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Mm,” Hua Yong hissed into his mouth, half in pain, half in arousal.
“Suck my cock,” Shaoyou ordered, a little breathless, his dominant tone slipping through even as he shook under him.
Hua Yong’s lips curled in a filthy smile. “As you wish.”
He kissed his way down Shaoyou’s stomach, tongue teasing along the sharp lines of muscle until he reached the base of his cock. He licked a long stripe up the shaft before circling the tip with his tongue, paying careful attention to the slit.
“Ah, fuck,” Shaoyou gasped, his hips jerking.
Hua Yong sucked just the swollen head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, teasing, tasting every drop of pre-cum. Then he pulled back, dragging kitten licks all along the shaft.
“Stop teasing,” Shaoyou growled, but the way his hips bucked up gave away how much he wanted it. He was losing patience, his alpha composure crumbling.
“But you look so good when you’re desperate, Mr. Sheng.”
Hua Yong dragged his tongue flat along the underside of Shaoyou’s cock from base to tip, stopping to swirl around the swollen head. His lips hovered just over it, his breath hot, teasing, refusing to give in. “I like watching you fall apart.”
Shaoyou’s jaw clenched, his hands fisting at his sides to keep from grabbing him. “Hua Yong,” he warned.
Hua Yong chuckled, soft and wicked, and pressed open-mouthed kisses along the thick length, leaving trails of spit that glistened in the dim light. His tongue traced the vein running along the shaft, kitten-licks that were featherlight, before he pulled back just to blow cool air over the slick skin.
Shaoyou hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking despite himself. “You little shit… stop playing games.”
“Mm, but I like games,” Hua Yong purred, glancing up at him with wide, feigned-innocent eyes, his lips glistening. “And you always lose, Mr. Sheng.”
Before Shaoyou could snap back, Hua Yong finally parted his lips and sank down, inch by inch, until the head brushed the back of his throat. He gagged lightly, eyes watering, but refused to pull away. He moaned instead, a filthy, guttural sound that vibrated down Shaoyou’s cock, sending a shudder through the alpha’s body.
“Holy fuck,” Shaoyou cursed, his head slamming back against the seat. His composure shattered completely as his hands flew to Hua Yong’s hair, tangling tight in the dark strands, trying to anchor himself.
Hua Yong bobbed his head, slow at first, hollowing his cheeks on the way down, then flattening his tongue to drag along the shaft as he pulled back. Wet, messy sounds filled the car, saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin.
Shaoyou looked down, eyes dark, lips parted as his chest rose and fell in harsh pants. His smirk was there, but it was wrecked, ruined by the pleasure coursing through him. “Look at you,” he rasped, voice rough with need. “On your knees for me. Fucking perfect.”
Hua Yong moaned in answer, the sound muffled around the thick cock stretching his throat. The vibration made Shaoyou groan louder, his hips stuttering forward. Hua Yong quickened his pace, bobbing faster, sucking harder, until Shaoyou’s breath grew ragged and desperate.
“Ah, fuck, Hua Yong…” Shaoyou’s legs began to tremble, the muscles in his thighs twitching as his composure slipped further. “I-I’m gonna cum.”
He tried to push Hua Yong’s head back, to give him warning, but Hua Yong only growled around him, refusing to budge. Instead, he forced himself down deeper, swallowing around him, his throat spasming in a way that made Shaoyou’s vision blur.
“Fuck,” Shaoyou’s body jolted, every muscle seizing as he came hard down Hua Yong’s throat. His fingers fisted almost painfully in Hua Yong’s hair, holding on for dear life.
Hua Yong swallowed, not spilling a drop, then pulled off with a filthy pop. His lips were swollen, his chin slick with spit, and he immediately climbed back up to straddle Shaoyou’s lap. Without pause, he crushed their mouths together, kissing him hard, sloppy, forcing his tongue past Shaoyou’s lips so he could taste himself.
Shaoyou groaned into the kiss, his body still shaking a little from his release, but his hands were already gripping Hua Yong’s waist like he couldn’t get enough. “You’re insatiable,” he panted against his lips, even as he kissed him back hungrily.
Hua Yong kissed him like he was starving, devouring every sound Shaoyou made as if he couldn’t get enough. His tongue slid deep, his teeth catching Shaoyou’s swollen bottom lip, tugging, biting, soothing with another kiss. Every groan Shaoyou let slip only made him hungrier.
While their mouths moved together, Hua Yong’s hand slid lower, his fingers trailing across Shaoyou’s thigh, the movement deceptively slow. He traced idle patterns up the inside of his leg, nails scraping lightly against his skin, until he reached the heat between them.
“Don’t—” Shaoyou tried to speak, but his words dissolved into a shaky inhale when Hua Yong pressed harder.
“Don’t what?” Hua Yong murmured against his lips, taunting. “Don’t make you feel good?”
Before Shaoyou could argue, Hua Yong brushed his knuckles against the base of his cock, down further, until his fingers ghosted over the tight ring of muscle hidden there.
Shaoyou flinched at the sudden touch, his body jerking against Hua Yong’s chest. His hips twitched, breath stuttering, nails digging into Hua Yong’s shoulders like he wanted to push him away but couldn’t muster the will.
Hua Yong rubbed slow circles over his rim, teasing, coaxing, and waiting for him to give in. He kissed him again, slow this time, coaxing his lips open, sucking on his tongue until Shaoyou moaned into his mouth.
“Relax for me, Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong whispered against his lips. “I’ll take care of you.”
Shaoyou shuddered, eyes fluttering half-closed, but he didn’t stop him. When Hua Yong pressed the tip of one finger in, he tensed, muscles clamping down instinctively.
“Nnngh,” Shaoyou hissed, his nails biting into Hua Yong’s skin. But then Hua Yong kissed him again, and buried the finger all the way in.
“Good,” Hua Yong coaxed, his voice like velvet, kissing him through the tension, swallowing every sound. “So good for me.”
He held still for a moment, letting Shaoyou adjust, pressing kisses from his lips to his jaw, down his throat. He lingered there, sucking at the warm skin, leaving red marks that would bruise later, dragging his tongue across his pulse until Shaoyou shivered.
When Hua Yong began moving his finger, slow thrusts dragging against his sensitive walls, Shaoyou moaned with every push.
“Mm, ah, Hua Yong,” Shaoyou groaned, his head falling back against the seat, his chest heaving.
Hua Yong smiled against his neck, then slid a second finger in. Shaoyou gasped, legs twitching, his body clenching down around the intrusion.
“Too much?” Hua Yong asked softly, kissing the corner of his mouth as he started scissoring him open.
Shaoyou’s breath hitched, his words spilling out in a broken mess. “N-no… just—fuck, feels so good. Keep going.”
Hua Yong rewarded him with more kisses, savoring the taste of his lips before trailing lower. He dragged his mouth down Shaoyou’s chest, tugging at his vest until it fell open, lips finding bare skin. He sucked at one nipple, rolling it between his teeth until Shaoyou gasped again, arching into the sensation, fingers clawing tighter at his shoulders.
“Sensitive here too,” Hua Yong teased, flicking his tongue over the swollen bud before moving to the other, giving it the same attention. His fingers never stopped, thrusting deeper, faster, scissoring him open while Shaoyou writhed beneath him.
By the time Hua Yong pressed a third finger in, Shaoyou was trembling, incoherent moans spilling from his kiss-bruised lips. He tried to hide his face against Hua Yong’s neck, but Hua Yong caught his chin, tilting his head up.
“Don’t hide from me,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to his. “I want to see you.”
Shaoyou’s eyes fluttered open, glazed with lust, his lips parting on a broken moan as Hua Yong curled his fingers just right, hitting the spot that made him see stars.
“Hua, ngghn, fuck, slow down—”
“No fingers could ever prepare you for my dick anyway,” Hua Yong said, pulling them free with a wet sound. He kissed Shaoyou roughly, biting his lip before holding him by the waist and maneuvering him until Shaoyou was straddling his lap.
Shaoyou was panting hard, hair sticking to his damp forehead, his chest flushed red. He leaned in for a quick kiss before pulling back just enough to whisper breathlessly, “Why are you still wearing pants when I’m half-naked?”
Hua Yong laughed, amused. “Then take them off.”
Shaoyou didn’t hesitate. Impatient, he nearly ripped Hua Yong’s trousers trying to tug them down, tossing them aside before pulling at Hua Yong’s satin top and dragging it off his body. Hua Yong helped, tossing it into the mess of clothes in the corner of the car.
When they were both naked, Shaoyou froze, his eyes landing on Hua Yong’s cock. His expression was almost horrified, even though he had taken it countless times before.
“Fuck, how are you so big?” Shaoyou said, mouth dropping open in disbelief.
Hua Yong smirked, wrapping his hand around Shaoyou’s waist. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”
Shaoyou ignored him, but he reached down and wrapped his fingers around Hua Yong’s length, stroking slowly from base to the tip. Hua Yong’s head fell back against the seat, eyes squeezing shut as he groaned.
“Mr. Sheng, fuck…”
Shaoyou’s thumb smeared the wetness from the slit, spreading it slowly over the flushed head, teasing every sensitive ridge. Every nerve in Hua Yong’s body screamed at him to thrust upward, to bury himself inside that tight heat where he belonged, but he forced himself to hold back.
Barely.
“Enough,” Hua Yong growled, as his fingers dug into Shaoyou’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Stop teasing.”
He lifted Shaoyou slightly, his hands guiding him as he lined the thick, flushed head of his cock against his rim. The first push was shallow, just the head breaching him, and the burn made Shaoyou’s face twist, his lips parting with a hiss.
“Fuck, ah,” he gasped, his forehead dropping to Hua Yong’s shoulder, his chest heaving. His whole body shuddered as his hole strained to take the intrusion.
Hua Yong’s grip tightened on his waist, grounding him. His own head fell back, a guttural moan spilling from his lips at the hot, clenching squeeze around just the tip. “Holy shit… so tight. You’re already choking me, alpha. Haven’t even taken me all in yet.”
Shaoyou whimpered against his skin, his nails sinking into Hua Yong’s back hard enough to sting. “It’s—fuck—it’s too big. I don’t think I can—”
“You can,” Hua Yong rasped, his voice softening as he turned his head, kissing the shell of Shaoyou’s ear. He mouthed down his neck, soothing the burn with licks, bites, and soft kisses. “You always take me. You were made for this cock. Breathe, Mr. Sheng. Let me in.”
Bit by bit, he lowered him down further, Hua Yong’s cock stretching him open inch by inch. Shaoyou’s muscles trembled, his thighs shaking as the thick shaft slid deeper, forcing his body to yield.
Every movement had Shaoyou gasping, broken sounds spilling uncontrollably from his lips. “Ah, hnn, fuck—”
“Good boy,” Hua Yong murmured, voice rough with restraint. He dragged his lips across Shaoyou’s throat, sucking at the spot just under his jaw as he held him steady. “Halfway there. You’re doing so well. Taking me so deep.”
Shaoyou clenched hard around him, his body resisting, and Hua Yong groaned through gritted teeth. He smoothed a hand up and down Shaoyou’s spine, his other hand kneading his ass as he coaxed him lower. “That’s it… let me in. Let me stretch you all the way open.”
Finally, with a shaky cry, Shaoyou sank the rest of the way down, his body swallowing Hua Yong to the hilt. The sudden fullness made his eyes roll back, his mouth falling open on a wrecked moan.
“Fucking—ngh—ahhh,” Shaoyou choked out, burying his face in Hua Yong’s neck. His shoulders trembled, his nails raked down Hua Yong’s back, leaving angry red trails. “It’s—shit—it’s too much.”
Hua Yong’s own composure cracked as he groaned long and low, his head falling forward until his forehead pressed against Shaoyou’s shoulder. His cock pulsed deep inside that vice-like heat, the stretch nearly unbearable. “Fuck. You’re squeezing the life out of me, Mr. Sheng.”
Shaoyou whimpered, voice muffled against his skin. “I’m so full… so fucking full, Hua Yong.”
“You can take it,” Hua Yong promised, pulling back just enough to capture his lips in a rough, wet kiss. “You always do. You’re beautiful like this, stuffed full of me.”
He stayed still for a long moment, letting Shaoyou adjust, kissing him through the tension, through the shudders of his body. His hands never stopped moving, stroking down his spine, massaging his hips, pressing soothing circles against his waist.
And then, when he felt the smallest bit of relaxation in Shaoyou’s body, Hua Yong rolled his hips, thrusting upward once, hard and deep.
Shaoyou broke with a strangled moan, his whole body jolting, his walls clenching down tight. “A-ah!”
He did it again, fucking up into him with force, the sound of skin slapping filling the car. Shaoyou was reduced to a moaning mess, every thrust punching a sound out of him.
“Fuck, fuck, Hua Yong it’s so deep,” Shaoyou gasped, his voice breaking into high-pitched moans that had Hua Yong gritting his teeth to keep control. “Ah.”
Hua Yong’s own breath was ragged, his hips slamming upward into the tight clutch of Shaoyou’s body. “You feel so fucking good, Mr. Sheng. Fuck.”
Shaoyou’s head was still buried against his shoulder, his voice muffled against his skin. “Too big, f-fuck, you’re too fucking big—ahh—”
“Look at me,” Hua Yong demanded, one hand gripping his jaw and forcing him to lift his head.
Shaoyou obeyed, his eyes half-lidded and glassy, lips swollen and wet, face wrecked with pleasure as Hua Yong drove into him over and over. His moans filled the car, obscene and needy.
“Nnghh, ah fuck, Hua Yong. It feels so good.”
Hua Yong growled, his thrusts growing harder, faster, every slap of their bodies echoing inside the car.
Shaoyou’s fingers grabbed his hair, yanking hard, his mouth falling open as he screamed Hua Yong’s name, his body clamping down around him like a vice.
The car reeked of sex, the air thick with the sound of wet squelches and their moans, both of them spiraling higher.
Hua Yong had been pounding up into him with force, every thrust wringing out desperate sounds from Shaoyou’s throat, when suddenly he stopped moving.
Shaoyou’s eyes snapped open in shock, his chest heaving as he panted against Hua Yong’s shoulder. “Wh-why did you stop?”
Hua Yong just smiled, his hands on Shaoyou’s waist, keeping him impaled on his cock. “Do it yourself,” he said.
Shaoyou blinked at him, dumbfounded. “What the fuck do you mean?”
“I mean,” Hua Yong drawled, his smirk widening, eyes dark with lust, “ride my cock. Work for it.”
Shaoyou’s face burned instantly, his ears turning red as he gawked at him. “You—you want me to? Are you fucking serious?!”
“Dead serious,” Hua Yong answered, licking his lips as his gaze trailed over Shaoyou’s flushed, wrecked face, down to where his cock stood stiff and leaking against his stomach. “Come on, Mr. Sheng. Show me how much you love my cock. Ride it.”
Shaoyou sputtered, completely mortified. “I-I’ve never done that. I don’t—” He trailed off, his blush spreading until it reached his chest.
“Then do it right now,” Hua Yong interrupted smoothly, his thumbs rubbing teasing circles against Shaoyou’s hips. “I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock. Don’t make me wait.”
Shaoyou looked hesitant, torn between embarrassment and arousal but his cock was standing flushed red, smeared with precum, twitching with every pulse of his racing heart.
“Fuck,” Shaoyou muttered, voice wavering as his eyes squeezed shut. But then he braced his hands on Hua Yong’s shoulders, took a shaky breath, and pushed himself up.
The drag of Hua Yong’s cock against his inner walls had him moaning instantly, head tipping back. “Nnngh.” His thighs trembled as he slammed back down, the thick length filling him to the hilt all over again. He cried out at the overwhelming pleasure, his body clenching tight around Hua Yong’s cock.
Hua Yong groaned, his eyes darkening as he stared up at him. “Fuck, Mr. Sheng… you’re going to kill me.”
Shaoyou bit his lip hard, his body shuddering as he tried again, lifting himself and dropping back down, the wet slap of their bodies filling the car. His movements were shaky at first, awkward even, but Hua Yong’s moans spurred him on.
When Shaoyou leaned back, gripping Hua Yong’s thighs for leverage, his rim was stretched wide around Hua Yong’s cock, swallowing it again and again as he bounced, and he broke into high, breathy moans.
“Ah, ah, fuck. Hua Yong, it’s—ngghh—it’s so good.”
Hua Yong’s head fell back against the seat, his jaw slack as a guttural groan slipped out his mouth. “Fuck. Look at you riding my cock like that. So, ah, fucking beautiful.”
Shaoyou’s face turned red, his lips parting in shyness and sheer ecstasy. “D-don’t say that, ah, fuck.”
But Hua Yong wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. He was enthralled by the sight above him, the proud alpha reduced to a blushing mess, bouncing on his cock, eyes glassy with pleasure. “You’re perfect, Mr. Sheng. My perfect alpha, moaning on my cock, fucking yourself on it like you were made for me.”
Shaoyou groaned as he bounced faster, tilting his head back, sweat dripping down his temples. His thighs quivered, the effort of moving against Hua Yong’s cock making his muscles shake.
Hua Yong growled, one hand sliding down to squeeze Shaoyou’s ass, fingers digging into the flesh. His other hand reached for Shaoyou’s cock, wrapping around the flushed length and stroking it.
Shaoyou gasped, his knees almost giving out. “Hua Yong fuck, fuck.” His hips faltered, his body jerking from the overwhelming sensation. His cock leaked over Hua Yong’s hand as he moaned louder.
Hua Yong stroked him harder, matching the pace of Shaoyou’s bouncing. “That’s it, ride me, Mr. Sheng. Show me how much you love my cock.”
Shaoyou’s words were tumbling out in broken, filthy fragments now, his composure shattered. “I love it. I-I love it inside me, fuck.”
Hua Yong groaned at the confession, his own cock throbbing inside Shaoyou’s slick, tight heat. “Say it again.”
Shaoyou cried out, his body jerking. “I—I love it. I love your cock, fuck, I love it so much.”
“Good boy,” Hua Yong growled, his hand stroking faster, his hips suddenly snapping up to meet Shaoyou’s downward thrusts. The sudden intensity had Shaoyou screaming, his whole body shaking as Hua Yong fucked into him from below while stroking his cock.
Hua Yong’s chest heaved, his eyes locked on the wrecked beauty above him, riding his cock like he was born for it.
Shaoyou was trembling, sweat dripping down his temples, thighs quivering with the effort of riding Hua Yong’s cock while Hua Yong’s fist stroked his cock mercilessly. His voice had gone wrecked and high-pitched, nothing like the proud, composed alpha he pretended to be.
“H-Hua Yong. I-I’m gonna—” Shaoyou choked out, his cock twitched dangerously in Hua Yong’s hand. His entire body seized with the warning tremor of release.
But just as his orgasm threatened to crest, Hua Yong let go. He pulled his hand off Shaoyou’s cock, and gripped his waist instead.
Shaoyou let out a whine, his head falling forward onto Hua Yong’s shoulder. “W-why did you stop? I was so close.”
Hua Yong smirked, leaning close to his ear. “I know. That’s exactly why I stopped.”
Shaoyou lifted his head, face flushed, eyes glassy with disbelief. “Y-you bastard.”
“Language,” Hua Yong teased. “You think you get to cum without my permission? No, Mr. Sheng. Not tonight.”
Shaoyou groaned in frustration, grinding down onto Hua Yong’s cock anyway, desperate for more friction. “You’re cruel.”
“I’m patient,” Hua Yong corrected, his smirk widening. “And I want to see you beg.”
Shaoyou was about to snap back something sharp, but his words dissolved into a guttural moan when Hua Yong suddenly tightened his grip, one arm snaking around his waist. Hua Yong planted his feet on the floor of the car and fucked up into him, hard and deep.
Shaoyou screamed, his nails digging into Hua Yong’s shoulders as his entire body jerked with each brutal thrust.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed obscenely in the tight space of the car, mingled with Shaoyou’s cries. Hua Yong’s cock slammed into him again and again, his thick length driving deep, dragging against every swollen, sensitive spot inside him.
Shaoyou’s eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open as he panted against Hua Yong’s cheek. His cock slapped wetly against his own stomach with every upward thrust, smearing precum across his abs.
“You feel that?” Hua Yong growled against his ear, fucking up into him harder. “Feel how deep my cock is? You’re taking it so well, Mr. Sheng..”
Shaoyou shook his head helplessly, his words coming out in a string of broken gasps. “It’s, ah, it’s too much, fuck.”
“Too much?” Hua Yong mocked, thrusting up harder until Shaoyou sobbed on top of him. “But look at you. Moaning, clenching down on me like your body can’t get enough. You love it.”
Shaoyou’s cock twitched violently against his stomach. He was so close again, the heat coiling dangerously in his gut, every nerve lit up with overstimulation.
“Please,” he gasped, his pride stripped away. “Please let me cum.”
Hua Yong kissed him hard, swallowing his pleas with his tongue before pulling back, smirking. “Not yet.”
Shaoyou whimpered, his hips jerking uncontrollably as Hua Yong continued to slam up into him, each thrust hitting that spot that made his vision blur. His whole body was shaking, his cock red and dripping, aching for release he wasn’t allowed to have.
Shaoyou was trembling so badly it looked like his body might give out. His nails scraped Hua Yong’s back, leaving angry red trails as his hips jerked and spasmed against Hua Yong’s cock.
“Please, please, Hua Yong—”
Hua Yong’s smirk softened into something tender, though his thrusts stayed merciless, fucking deep into him. He kissed the corner of Shaoyou’s mouth, then bit his lip before whispering against it, “Cum for me, Mr. Sheng. Let me see you fall apart on my cock.”
That was all it took.
Shaoyou’s entire body arched, his thighs locking tight around Hua Yong’s waist as a guttural moan was punched out of his throat. His cock pulsed hard in between their stomachs, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum that painted both his abs and Hua Yong’s chest. He gasped for air, whimpering Hua Yong’s name like a mantra, shaking apart as the pleasure ripped through him.
Hua Yong groaned at the sight, his own control snapping. “Fuck, Mr. Sheng…” He gripped the alpha’s waist with bruising force, grinding him down onto his cock as he drove up hard one last time. His knot, already swollen at the base, pressed against Shaoyou’s hole.
Shaoyou’s eyes went wide, a startled cry coming out of him. “H-Hua Yong, wait, fuck—” his hole fluttered desperately, his body trying to resist the thickness stretching him open.
Hua Yong growled, kissing the corner of Shaoyou’s open mouth. “You can take it, I know you can.”
Shaoyou whimpered, his nails digging into Hua Yong’s shoulders. “Ngghhn it won’t fit—” His words broke off into a moan as Hua Yong pushed his knot harder, slowly forcing its way inside.
The burn was sharp, hot, making Shaoyou shudder violently, his chest heaving with every breath. His head fell back, mouth hanging open as the knot stretched him wider and wider, inch by inch. “F-fuck, it’s splitting me open.”
“Almost there,” Hua Yong panted, sweat dripping down his temple, his cock straining inside the tight clutch of Shaoyou’s body. His hips snapped upward, forcing the swollen knot past the resistance of Shaoyou’s rim.
Shaoyou cried out, back arching, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming stretch.
With one last push, Hua Yong bottomed out, the knot fully seated inside, locking them together tight. The sensation hit them both like a shockwave.
Shaoyou gasped and clutched at him, the fullness overwhelmed him. His ass clenched hard around the knot, squeezing Hua Yong’s cock so tight it made him see stars.
Hua Yong groaned, burying his face against Shaoyou’s neck, his cock pulsing violently.
But Hua Yong still wasn’t satisfied.
He wrapped an arm tight around Shaoyou’s waist, growling as he started to move. Shallow, grinding thrusts, dragging the swollen knot against Shaoyou’s stretched rim over and over.
Shaoyou screamed at the sensation, nails clawing at his back. He broke into ragged sobs of pleasure as every drag of the knot made his body convulse, cock twitching helplessly between them. “A-ah, too much, too much.”
Hua Yong only smirked against his skin, fucking up into him with obscene, wet sounds echoing in the car. “Too much? Then why’s your cock leaking like this?” He punctuated each word with a brutal upward thrust, forcing the knot to grind against every sensitive nerve inside Shaoyou.
Shaoyou was incoherent, tears slipping down his cheeks, his body jerking with every snap of Hua Yong’s hips. “Y-yes, fuck, I love it. I love your knot. Don’t stop—nggahh.”
Hua Yong slammed up harder, faster, until Shaoyou’s walls clenched so violently it milked his cock.
“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you—” Hua Yong groaned, his body tensing as he came, hot spurts of cum filling Shaoyou’s ass, pumping into him again and again.
Shaoyou whimpered at the sensation, his whole body shuddering as the heat filled him, overflowing, trapped deep inside by the swollen knot. His head dropped against Hua Yong’s shoulder.
Hua Yong kissed him hard, tongues tangling as he kept grinding up into him, making sure every drop stayed locked inside. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. I want you stuffed with me until you can’t breathe without thinking of my cock inside you.”
Shaoyou whimpered into his mouth, his body still twitching with aftershocks. His cock gave a weak spurt against their stomachs, his body so sensitive he couldn’t even stop himself.
They stayed like that, locked together, panting hard, their sweat-damp skin pressed tight. Hua Yong cradled his face, kissing the corners of Shaoyou’s swollen lips before murmuring, “Look at you… wrecked on my knot. So fucking beautiful, Shaoyou.”
They stayed locked together for what felt like forever. Shaoyou was still shaking, his forehead resting on Hua Yong’s shoulder, his chest rising and falling fast as though he’d just run a marathon. The knot sat swollen inside him, keeping every drop of Hua Yong’s cum plugged deep in his ass, and the fullness was maddening.
“Hnn, Hua Yong, how long does this… stay like this?” Shaoyou asked, voice barely a whisper.
Hua Yong chuckled, kissing the side of his damp temple. “Mmm, depends. You’ll have to sit here and take it until my knot decides to go down.”
Shaoyou groaned, hiding his face against Hua Yong’s neck. “Fuck… I can’t believe I let you do this to me.”
“You love it.” Hua Yong smirked, shifting his hips just enough to make the knot grind against his rim, pulling another moan from Shaoyou. “You love being stuffed with me. I can feel the way you’re still clenching, even now. Your body doesn’t lie, Mr. Sheng.”
Shaoyou whimpered, nails dragging lines into Hua Yong’s chest. “Shut up.”
But Hua Yong wasn’t about to stop. He nuzzled against Shaoyou’s ear. “What if I bred you like this every time, hm? What if I fucked you full until your belly swells with my child?”
Shaoyou froze, his face burning instantly, ears red. His breath shuddered, his cock giving an involuntary twitch against their stomachs even though he was spent. “Y-you’re insane.” He smacked Hua Yong weakly on the chest, trying to hide his embarrassment. “Don’t say shit like that.”
Hua Yong grinned wickedly. “Why not? The thought makes your cock twitch. Do you secretly want it, Mr. Sheng?”
“Absolutely not,” Shaoyou snapped, though his voice wavered, making him sound anything but convincing. “You’re the worst.”
Hua Yong kissed him hard, swallowing the little whimper Shaoyou gave when the knot pulsed inside him. He kissed him until Shaoyou melted, pliant and panting, finally breaking away only when they were both gasping for air.
Eventually, the knot started to soften. Hua Yong kept him close the whole time, stroking Shaoyou’s hair, kissing his jaw, murmuring, “You took me so well, Mr. Sheng. So beautiful like this.”
When the knot finally slipped free with a wet stretch, Shaoyou winced, shivering as cum spilled out of him, dripping down his thighs and onto Hua Yong’s trousers. He groaned in mortification. “Fuck, it’s everywhere.”
“Don’t worry,” Hua Yong soothed, placing a kiss on his lips. “I’ll clean you up.”
Hua Yong reached into the car’s glove compartment for tissues and wipes, humming softly like it genuinely made him happy. He spread Shaoyou’s thighs apart again, unbothered by the alpha’s scowl, and began gently wiping the mess that had spilled down his stomach and between his legs.
Shaoyou hissed, his body twitching at the overstimulation, and snapped, “D-don’t spread my legs like that.” His ears were red, his gaze fixed stubbornly on the car ceiling.
Hua Yong chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to the inside of his thigh before going back to his task. “Calm down, Mr. Sheng. You’re mine to clean. Why are you acting like I haven’t seen everything?”
Shaoyou made a noise, somewhere between frustration and embarrassment. “You’re so damn annoying.”
“Mm, but you’re letting me do it,” Hua Yong teased, his voice sing-song, though his hands stayed careful as he cleaned every inch of him. “If you really didn’t want this, you’d have shoved me out of the car by now.”
Shaoyou turned his face away, jaw tight. He didn’t deny it.
Once Hua Yong was done, he set the tissues aside and reached for Shaoyou’s discarded clothes. He helped him step into his underwear again, tugged it up snugly, then settled his trousers into place. Shaoyou shifted, fidgeting, his hands twitching like he wanted to snatch the fabric away and dress himself, but Hua Yong was quicker.
“Stop moving,” Hua Yong said with mock sternness, leaning in close to button the waistband. He stole a quick kiss in the process, grinning when Shaoyou stiffened.
“Do you have to kiss me every time you do something?” Shaoyou muttered, glaring.
“Yes,” Hua Yong answered simply, stealing another peck as he slid his vest over his shoulders and smoothed it down. “It’s payment.”
By the time Hua Yong was redoing his tie, which was surprisingly neat, Shaoyou's cheeks were warm and his ears scarlet. He held himself stiffly, like he was trying to preserve what little dignity he had left, but every kiss Hua Yong snuck in chipped away at his composure. His lips were parted, his breathing uneven, and when Hua Yong tucked the last button in place and kissed him again, Shaoyou couldn’t help but kiss back.
When they finally pulled apart, Hua Yong was smiling at him like he’d won the world. “Perfect,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over Shaoyou’s jaw. “All dressed up again. You look too good for anyone else to see, but that’s fine, because you’re mine.”
Shaoyou rolled his eyes and muttered, “You’re insufferable,” but his lips were red and swollen, betraying him.
When they finally pulled apart, Hua Yong smirked. “But it’s true! Also, you look so fucked-out and gorgeous, Mr. Sheng. Everyone’s going to know what I did to you.”
Shaoyou shoved at him weakly, glaring. “Clean the damn car before anyone sees.”
“Yes, sir,” Hua Yong teased, grabbing a cloth to wipe down the seats, humming happily while Shaoyou slumped against the door, pretending not to watch him.
By the time they finally left the venue, Shaoyou could barely sit properly. The moment he lowered himself into the passenger seat, a wince cut across his face. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, trying not to make a sound, but the way he shifted gingerly in his seat gave him away.
Hua Yong noticed instantly. His grin spread, wolfish, tugging at the corners of his lips. “What’s wrong, Mr. Sheng? Can’t sit?” The sparkle in his eyes gave him away how much he was enjoying every second of this.
Shaoyou shot him a glare, arms folding tightly across his chest like a sulky child. “Obviously. And it’s your fault.”
“My fault?” Hua Yong pressed a hand to his chest like he’d been accused of a crime. “Unbelievable. I thought we both enjoyed ourselves.”
Shaoyou scoffed and turned his face toward the window, muttering, “I’d enjoy it more if I could walk tomorrow.”
That only made Hua Yong laugh. He leaned across the console, his breath brushing Shaoyou’s ear. “You’re right. It is my fault. I couldn’t help myself. You just looked too good under me. What should I do to make it up to you, hm? Should I let you punish me?”
Shaoyou turned his head slowly, suspicious. His brows rose. “Punish you?”
“Yes,” Hua Yong said shamelessly, catching Shaoyou’s hand before he could pull it away. He pressed it against his cheek, and nuzzled against it. “Whatever makes my alpha feel better.”
Shaoyou tried to hold onto his glare, but his lips twitched. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” Hua Yong said with a grin, eyes half-lidded, nuzzling into Shaoyou’s palm like a cat begging for affection.
Shaoyou rolled his eyes, but then he sighed and curled his fingers and squeezed Hua Yong’s cheek hard, tugging at it until Hua Yong yelped.
“Ow, Mr. Sheng!” Hua Yong laughed, holding onto his wrist but not pushing him away. His eyes crinkled with amusement, his smile unshaken. “So mean to me.”
“You asked for it,” Shaoyou said, finally letting go, though the corners of his mouth curved upward despite himself.
Hua Yong leaned back into his seat dramatically, rubbing his cheek with exaggerated sorrow. “If that’s your idea of punishment, then I’ll take it every day. You’ll never see me complain.”
Shaoyou smacked his arm lightly, shaking his head. “Hopeless.”
“Hopelessly in love with you,” Hua Yong corrected, quick as lightning.
Shaoyou froze for a second, his ears burning red, before he covered it up with a scoff. “You don’t know when to shut up, do you?”
“Not when it comes to you,” Hua Yong said honestly, reaching over to lace their fingers together on the console. He squeezed gently, softer this time, his grin mellowing into something that made Shaoyou’s heart race.
Shaoyou sighed, his thumb brushing against Hua Yong’s knuckles almost unconsciously. “Annoying,” he muttered, but there was no bite left in it.
Hua Yong leaned closer, kissed his temple, and whispered with a smug little smile, “Admit it, Mr. Sheng. You like me this way.”
And though Shaoyou didn’t answer, the small smile tugging at his lips said enough.
When they finally pulled up to the house, Shaoyou’s entire body felt sore in places he didn’t even know could be sore. The ride home hadn’t helped either; every bump in the road made him wince, and his back stiff.
The moment the car stopped, he opened the door and stepped out carefully, trying to hold himself with the same dignity he always carried. But the second his foot hit the ground, his knees wobbled, his legs almost giving out beneath him. He caught himself by gripping the door, his jaw clenching as he tried to mask it.
Hua Yong was already circling around the car, sharp eyes catching every movement, every flinch. “See? You can’t even walk properly. Come here.”
“I can walk,” Shaoyou muttered, forcing himself upright, shoulders squared as if sheer willpower alone would keep him steady.
Hua Yong clicked his tongue, clearly unconvinced. “Oh really? Because you look like a baby deer that just learned how to stand. Wobbly little legs and everything.”
Shaoyou glared, but before he could muster a retort, Hua Yong bent down and swept him up into his arms in one smooth motion.
“Hua Yong!” Shaoyou hissed, smacking his chest, his voice rising an octave in flustered indignation. “Put me down!” His legs kicked half-heartedly, but Hua Yong held him with ease, barely even budging under the weight.
“Nope,” Hua Yong said without hesitation, his grin smug and shameless. He leaned down and placed a kiss on Shaoyou's forehead, lingering there.
Shaoyou’s entire face went red to the tips of his ears. He twisted his head away, burying his face against Hua Yong’s neck in an effort to hide it, his voice muffled when he said, “You’re so embarrassing.”
Hua Yong laughed, the sound vibrating against Shaoyou’s cheek. “Embarrassing? Or romantic?”
“Annoying,” Shaoyou shot back, though his arms had already looped around Hua Yong’s neck for balance, clinging tighter than he meant to.
“Mm. I’ll take that as romantic,” Hua Yong teased, carrying him through the front door.
Shaoyou didn’t tell him to put him down again.
Instead, he huffed, closing his eyes as if resigned, though the thump of his heartbeat against Hua Yong’s shoulder gave away how flustered he still was.
Hua Yong, of course, noticed. He always did. And his grin only grew wider as he whispered against the shell of his ear, “Don’t worry, Mr. Sheng. I’ll carry you like this every time you can’t walk straight. Which means…” He tilted his head, lips brushing the edge of Shaoyou’s hairline. “Get used to it.”
Shaoyou groaned into his neck, but this time it sounded more like surrender than protest.
Inside, Hua Yong carried him straight to the bathroom, setting him gently on the closed toilet lid. He crouched down in front of him, slipping off Shaoyou’s polished shoes one by one with a care that didn’t match his usual shamelessness.
“Stay here,” he said. He turned on the faucet, letting the tub fill with warm water. Steam began curling into the air, carrying the faint floral scent of lavender as Hua Yong sprinkled in bath salts.
Shaoyou sat stiffly, arms crossed, trying to look aloof, but his gaze never once left Hua Yong. The enigma was rolling up his sleeves, testing the water with his wrist, fussing like he’d done it a hundred times before. Shaoyou swallowed hard, his throat closing up. No one had ever taken care of him like this. Not once. He had always been the one doing the looking after, the one fixing things, holding things together. To sit here and watch Hua Yong do it for him made something in his chest ache in a way he didn’t know how to deal with.
When the bath was ready, Hua Yong helped him out of his clothes again, his hands surprisingly gentle for someone who had fucked him half-senseless in the backseat of a car just an hour ago. “Step in carefully,” he said, steadying him as Shaoyou lowered into the steaming water.
The moment the heat surrounded him, Shaoyou let out a soft sigh, his muscles loosening. The sting in his thighs dulled, the ache in his back softened. He leaned against the cool porcelain edge, eyes slipping shut.
Hua Yong sat on the rim of the tub, dipping a washcloth in and wringing it out. He began running it over Shaoyou’s shoulders, his arms, his chest, wiping him down.
“You don’t have to do this,” Shaoyou said, voice barely a whisper.
“I want to,” Hua Yong replied without hesitation. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Shaoyou’s damp hair. “Let me take care of you.”
Shaoyou’s throat bobbed. He tilted his head slightly, trying for indifference, but under the water, his hand moved, slipping over Hua Yong’s wrist, holding onto it. Not tight, but enough to keep him there.
For a while, the only sound was water lapping gently against the porcelain. Hua Yong hummed under his breath as he washed him. Shaoyou let himself melt into it, until finally, his lips parted. “…Don’t go too far.”
Hua Yong blinked, tilting his head. “Hm?”
Shaoyou’s face turned pink, his gaze darting away. “I mean… stay close.”
For once, Hua Yong’s cocky smile faltered into something softer. His heart clenched almost painfully, like Shaoyou had reached in and squeezed it. He bent down and kissed him, just a soft brush of lips. “I’ll never leave you, Mr. Sheng. Not tonight. Not ever.”
Shaoyou’s hand tightened around his wrist. “…Get in here.”
Hua Yong blinked, then grinned so wide his cheeks hurt. “You’re inviting me into your bath, Mr. Sheng? Careful, you’ll spoil me.”
“Just shut up and get in.”
Hua Yong stripped quickly, tossing his clothes onto the counter, and slid into the tub behind him. The water sloshed as Shaoyou shifted, letting Hua Yong pull him back until he was settled between his legs, his back resting against Hua Yong’s chest.
“Better?” Hua Yong murmured, wrapping his arms around him, chin resting lightly on Shaoyou’s shoulder.
Shaoyou hummed, leaning into the embrace more than he meant to. “Mm. Don’t get used to it.”
“I already am,” Hua Yong teased, nuzzling his damp hair.
They stayed like that for a while, the water soothing, the world outside feeling far away. Hua Yong’s fingers traced idle patterns on Shaoyou’s stomach under the water, and Shaoyou didn’t swat him away for once.
“You’re clingy tonight,” Hua Yong said after a moment, smiling against his temple. “Usually, I’m the one hanging off you.”
“Don’t remind me,” Shaoyou muttered, but his arms had come up to rest over Hua Yong’s, holding them in place. “Just… shut it and stay still.”
Hua Yong chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. “As you wish, Mr. Sheng.”
Silence stretched comfortably between them, broken only by the soft ripple of water when Shaoyou shifted to tilt his head back slightly, looking up at him. His eyes softened, vulnerable in a way Hua Yong rarely got to see. “…I love you.”
Hua Yong froze, breath catching. Even after hearing it before, he still couldn’t get used to it. “Say it again,” he whispered.
Shaoyou bit his lower lip, embarrassed. “…I love you, Hua Yong.”
Hua Yong cupped his jaw with wet fingers and leaned down to kiss him, tasting steam and lavender on his lips. When they finally pulled apart, Hua Yong’s smile was blinding. “I love you too, Mr. Sheng. More than you’ll ever know.”
Shaoyou huffed, trying to cover his embarrassment with a scowl, but the corners of his mouth curved upward. “…Idiot.”
Hua Yong laughed, kissing him again, and again, until Shaoyou gave up resisting and kissed him back, their lips moving lazily in the warmth of the bath.
Steam curled up around them, turning the bathroom hazy and warm, as Shaoyou leaned back against Hua Yong’s chest, his body slack with comfort. Hua Yong’s arms stayed around him under the water, one hand lazily tracing circles over his stomach.
For a while they just breathed together, listening to the drip of water against porcelain. Then Shaoyou broke the silence.
“…What are you going to cook tomorrow morning?” His voice was soft, like he wasn’t even sure why he was asking, but Hua Yong’s smile was immediate.
“Whatever you want, Mr. Sheng. Omelet? Porridge? Pancakes?” Hua Yong’s lips brushed his ear as he spoke. “Or do you want me for breakfast instead?”
Shaoyou elbowed him in the ribs, though it was weak. “I knew you’d say something stupid.”
“Not stupid,” Hua Yong laughed. “Honest. You should try me sometime—”
“Shut up,” Shaoyou cut him off, but the tips of his ears were pink.
Hua Yong nuzzled into his damp hair, utterly pleased. “Fine, fine. Then pancakes. With honey. You like sweet things when you think nobody’s watching.”
Shaoyou stiffened slightly, his scowl ruined by the twitch at the corner of his lips. “…You notice too much.”
“Of course I do. You’re all I notice.”
That made Shaoyou go silent. His hand slid under the water again, finding Hua Yong’s wrist and holding it tightly. He didn’t speak for a long moment, just rested against him, eyes half-closed.
Then, almost reluctantly, he asked, “…Do you ever think about the future?”
“The future?” Hua Yong tilted his head. “Every day.”
Shaoyou turned his face slightly, catching Hua Yong’s expression out of the corner of his eye. “…What do you see in it?”
Hua Yong smiled without hesitation, tightening his hold. “You. Always you. Waking up next to you. Cooking you breakfast you’ll pretend to hate. Following you around the house until you yell at me to stop. Growing old with you, still annoying you.”
Shaoyou’s throat bobbed. He looked away quickly, ears red again. “…You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet you love me,” Hua Yong teased, kissing his neck.
There was a pause. Then Shaoyou admitted in a whisper, “Yeah. I do.”
The words made Hua Yong’s heart full with so much warmth he almost couldn’t contain it. He pressed kiss after kiss to Shaoyou’s damp hair, his cheek, the side of his jaw.
Shaoyou let him, even tilted his head a little to make room. “Don’t get carried away.”
“Too late.” Hua Yong’s voice was soft, almost reverent.
They stayed like that, the water cooling slowly around them, until Shaoyou stirred again. “…If we have kids someday,” he muttered, almost too quiet to hear, “you’re the one taking them to school.”
Hua Yong blinked, then broke into a grin so wide it nearly split his face. “Gladly! I’ll be the hottest dad at the gates. All the teachers will be jealous I’m married to you.”
Shaoyou groaned, burying his burning face into Hua Yong’s chest. “Why do I even talk to you?”
“Because you love me,” Hua Yong whispered into his hair, smiling so wide he couldn’t stop. “And I love you more.”
By the time Hua Yong carried him out and tucked him into bed, Shaoyou no longer argued or pretended to be annoyed. He curled into Hua Yong’s chest, burying his face there.
“You’re supposed to be the big, scary alpha,” Hua Yong teased, stroking his hair. “But look at you, using me like a pillow.”
“Maybe you are,” Shaoyou mumbled, already half-asleep.
And Hua Yong, heart full and aching, whispered against his hair, “Then I’ll be your pillow forever.”
Shaoyou shifted slightly, hiding his face deeper against Hua Yong’s chest, his hands curling around the front of his shirt.
“Don’t… go,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
Hua Yong froze for a moment, heart stuttering at how vulnerable Shaoyou sounded. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, letting out a surprised laugh that was more breathy than amused.
Shaoyou peeked up through his lashes, cheeks tinged pink in the dim light. “Am I… too much?” he asked, fidgeting just a little. “I don’t mean to… I just…”
Hua Yong cupped his face gently, brushing a thumb across his cheek. “Too much? Not at all,” he said without hesitation. “I… I like it. You being this close, this honest… it’s… nice.”
Shaoyou let out a little squeak, face pressed back against Hua Yong’s chest. “Really?” he mumbled, voice muffled. “You don’t think I’m… annoying?”
“Never,” Hua Yong said, hugging him tighter, heart full. “If anything, I… love it. Love you being like this with me.”
Shaoyou nuzzled closer, his hands clutching Hua Yong’s shirt as if holding on would make the world stop spinning. “Then… stay. Don’t move,” he whispered, almost shyly. “Just… hold me.”
Hua Yong’s heart clenched at how soft and trusting he was, how entirely he allowed himself to be vulnerable. “I will,” he promised, smoothing his hair with one hand while keeping the other arm wrapped around him. “I’ll stay right here… as long as you want.”
Shaoyou’s hands twitched nervously against Hua Yong’s chest, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to move, or maybe just scared he’d overstep.
“Can I… hold your hand?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks were pink, and he pressed his face into Hua Yong’s shirt as if hiding from his own boldness.
Hua Yong blinked, caught off guard by the shyness, and then smiled. “Of course,” he said, reaching down to intertwine their fingers. “I was hoping you would.”
Shaoyou let out a tiny, relieved sigh and curled his hand around Hua Yong’s. “Feels… nice,” he murmured, eyes half-closed. “Like I’m really safe.”
“You are safe,” Hua Yong murmured, heart swelling. “Right here, with me. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
Shaoyou shifted slightly, nuzzling closer, and then hesitated again. “Can… can you… just… keep your hand there? Don’t… move it?” His words were shy, hesitant, and the way he clung so carefully made Hua Yong’s heart swell with affection.
Shaoyou wouldn’t usually be like this. He was a prideful alpha, never one to show anyone his softer, vulnerable side. That was why Hua Yong was so surprised, and yet… he loved this side of him more than he could put into words.
“Not moving,” Hua Yong promised, squeezing Shaoyou’s hand gently. “I’ll stay right here.”
Encouraged, Shaoyou finally let himself relax even more, brushing a finger lightly along Hua Yong’s arm in the way of someone savoring a small, intimate connection. “Feels… nice,” he repeated, this time with a tiny, content smile pressed against Hua Yong’s chest.
Hua Yong’s heart ached at the shy affection. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re amazing,” he whispered. “Every little bit of you is perfect to me.”
Shaoyou made a small, muffled sound that could have been a giggle or a sigh of contentment, curling even closer. “Then… I’ll just… stay like this,” he whispered. “Always like this.”
“Go ahead. I’ll never let go,” Hua Yong said, tightening his arms just enough to make Shaoyou feel fully safe, fully held, fully loved.