The residential area had subpar lighting, with one or two broken street lamps leaving parts of it in darkness. Faint silhouettes moved in the shadows. The assistant sent Yang Shao a location near the back gate of the complex. Yang Shao hurried past the garden, quickening his pace.
On this winter night, the nearby night market was bustling with activity. Yang Shao craned his neck, searching. In a quiet corner, he spotted a familiar private car parked discreetly. Clearing his throat, he quickened his steps toward the vehicle.
The assistant, upon seeing Yang Shao, looked as though he’d seen his savior. It was his first time encountering such a challenging situation. No matter how professional he was, as a beta, he couldn’t handle an alpha in heat.
“Mr. Yang, Mr. Chen has already taken a suppressant..”
Yang Shao glanced at the car door, speechless. If the suppressant wasn’t working, why would the assistant think calling him would help? If even the doctor couldn’t fix this, what could he possibly do?
Then again… maybe he could.
The assistant stammered apologies and explanations, bowing repeatedly. “Mr. Yang, I didn’t… didn’t manage things properly… I allowed unauthorized personnel near Mr. Chen. I was too rushed and broke the suppressant. If I’d just administered it a little earlier, maybe things wouldn’t have gotten so bad…”
The assistant was clearly blaming himself, but Yang Shao, who was equally bewildered, couldn’t find it in himself to be harsh. He knew how stressful it was to work as Chen Qiusu’s assistant—being on-call 24/7 was no joke. People weren’t machines; mistakes were inevitable.
One thing Yang Shao could be sure of was that administering the suppressant a few minutes earlier wouldn’t have made much of a difference. He already had some understanding of Chen Qiusu’s condition from his doctor.
“It’s not your fault.” Yang Shao glanced at the car. “He’s inside?”
The assistant nodded. “As soon as we got here, Mr. Chen told me to get out of the car.”
They needed to coax him out. Yang Shao asked the assistant to move the car elsewhere—being out in the open wasn’t ideal given Chen Qiusu’s current state.
Yang Shao knocked on the car window. “Chen Qiusu, it’s me.”
After a brief pause, Yang Shao pulled the door open slightly. Even through the narrow crack, he was hit with an overwhelming scent.
He exchanged a glance with the assistant, who tactfully retreated to the back of the car. Without further hesitation, Yang Shao ducked into the car.
The moment he entered, the scent of cedar engulfed him like vines, wrapping around him tightly and making it hard to breathe.
The interior was dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of the dashboard. In the dim light, Yang Shao saw Chen Qiusu leaning back against the seat, his face drenched in sweat, veins bulging on his forehead. His head was tilted back, his neck taut, and his Adam’s apple bobbed with every swallow, accentuating the sharp curve of his throat. His usually pristine attire was uncharacteristically disheveled—his tie was yanked loose, and his shirt collar remained tightly buttoned, constricting his neck.
Yang Shao felt suffocated just looking at him. “Chen Qiusu…”
At the sound of his voice, Chen Qiusu turned his head slowly. His eyes, clouded with confusion and agitation, softened with a flicker of vulnerability as soon as he saw Yang Shao.
“Yang Shao…”
Before Yang Shao could process his surprise, Chen Qiusu lunged at him like an oversized dog, pressing his face into Yang Shao’s neck and inhaling deeply. The faint scent of tobacco on Yang Shao wasn’t enough to calm him, leaving him restless and insecure.
The overwhelming pressure left Yang Shao frozen. After hesitating for a moment, he finally raised his hands and awkwardly patted Chen Qiusu’s back.
“Shall we go home?”
Yang Shao brushed aside the hair sticking to Chen Qiusu’s damp forehead, placing a cold hand against it. Chen Qiusu’s temperature was alarmingly high, and he instinctively leaned into the cool touch.
“Let’s go home first.”
Chen Qiusu, unable to think clearly, clung to Yang Shao’s every word. The faint solace he offered was all he could grasp onto. Desperately restraining himself, he murmured, “Okay.”
When they got out of the car, the assistant kept a respectful distance. Yang Shao gave him a quick nod before leading Chen Qiusu away.
Taking a detour to avoid the bustling night market, they entered the complex through a side gate. Chen Qiusu clung to Yang Shao’s hand tightly, gripping it so hard that Yang Shao’s knuckles cracked.
Yang Shao wanted to stop him—it hurt too much—but seeing the anguish on Chen Qiusu’s face, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
Thankfully, it was late enough that they didn’t run into anyone. Taking the elevator directly up, the two soon arrived home.
Taking Chen Qiusu home so abruptly, Yang Shao hadn’t thought of a plan. He could only do what he had last time—help Chen out as best he could.
Chen Qiusu looked utterly disheveled. His once-pristine suit was now wrinkled beyond recognition, and his collar was soaked with sweat, clinging uncomfortably to his skin.
Yang Shao didn’t dare look into Chen Qiusu’s eyes. He casually turned off the living room lights and guided him to the sofa, sitting down beside him afterward.
Faint light seeped in through the windowpane. Although the room was dim, Yang Shao could still make out Chen Qiusu’s expression.
He unfastened Chen Quisu’s trousers and, without much hesitation, took hold of him.
The moment Chen Quisu felt the cold touch of Yang Shao’s hand, he gasped sharply. His hands gripped Yang Shao’s wrists, and in an uncontrollable voice, he called out Yang Shao’s name, “Yang Shao…”
Hearing that “Yang Shao” made Yang Shao’s soul feel like it was leaving his body. In that fleeting moment, he found himself associating the usually composed and upright Chen Qiusu with the word “sexy.”
Yang Shao forced himself to stay calm, masking his unease with impatience. “Don’t talk,” he said curtly.
Thankfully, Chen Quisu obeyed. He closed his mouth obediently, focusing solely on the sensations Yang Shao was providing.
Yang Shao’s hands weren’t particularly soft. His movements weren’t forceful or aggressive, but to Chen Qiusu, they were both a pleasure and a torment.
Not enough. It was nowhere near enough.
Chen Quisu grabbed the hand teasing him and leaned down, pressing Yang Shao against the armrest of the sofa. “No… Yang Shao… I can’t…”
His hot breath brushed against Yang Shao’s face. His lips grazed Yang Shao’s cheek in a disoriented manner. “Can’t you just hurry it up?”
Even if finishing would only temporarily resolve the issue, Yang Shao knew this heat was different from the one Chen Quisu had experienced in the mountains. The urgency dragged him back to a night five years ago, sending a shiver of unease through him.
There was no turning back now.
Yang Shao kept his face turned away until Chen Qiusu gently cupped his cheeks and turned him to face him, stealing a kiss without warning. Towering over him, Chen Qiusu’s hands roamed restlessly, slipping under Yang Shao’s shirt to explore his waist. The sudden touch made Yang Shao flinch, and he instinctively pushed Chen Qiusu away, sitting up hastily.
Chen Quisu, disheveled and flushed, was left gasping for air after being shoved aside.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked.
Yang Shao retreated slightly, closing his eyes. He swallowed hard, unable to answer the question.
After a brief pause, Chen Quisu reached out to hold Yang Shao’s hand. His tone was both reverent and pleading. “Yang Shao… don’t be afraid of me…please.”
The scent of pheromones in the air carried a faint bitterness. Yang Shao pressed a hand to his forehead, exhaling deeply.
When Chen Quisu moved closer again, Yang Shao still resisted slightly, but his reaction was no longer as defensive. Chen Quisu boldly wrapped his arms around Yang Shao’s waist and pulled him into an embrace.
He wanted to sleep with Yang Shao.
A voice deep within Chen Qiusu’s heart screamed this desire, drowning out all former restraint and self-control. That voice chanted relentlessly: he wanted to have sex with Yang Shao.
Gently holding Yang Shao’s chin, he leaned in until their lips nearly touched, the tip of Yang Shao’s tongue faintly visible between his parted lips.
“Yang Shao…”
Yang Shao didn’t answer, his lips trembling slightly. Chen Qiusu’s gaze lingered on his lips before leaning in again.
His soft tongue urgently yet patiently pried open Yang Shao’s lips. Initially stiff, Yang Shao gradually relaxed as Chen Qiusu’s tongue twined with his, drawing him into the kiss. Eventually, he clung to Chen Qiusu’s arm, responding to the kiss.
The intimate sounds of their kissing shattered the earlier awkwardness. Yang Shao slowly accepted Chen Qiusu’s caresses and embrace, their bodies entwined in an intensely close manner as their kisses broke intermittently.
“Before my business trip, I had a pheromone concentration test done,” Chen Quisu murmured, his lips brushing against Yang Shao’s eyelids as he held him close. His hands moved to undo Yang Shao’s trousers.
Yang Shao, distracted by Chen Quisu’s words, didn’t struggle when his pants were removed. Instead, he instinctively lifted his hips to help.
“And then?”
Chen Qiusu’s hands slipped under Yang Shao’s shirt, fingers trailing down his spine. “The doctor said it was stable, but being around omegas for too long overwhelmed me with their pheromones. I rushed back as soon as I could.”
No matter how cautious Chen Qiusu usually was, some things couldn’t be avoided. His heat this time had been triggered by prolonged exposure to omegas.
Yang Shao couldn’t quite put his feelings into words. The natural attraction between alphas and omegas was primal, instinctive. If Chen Qiusu wanted to, he could have any omega he desired.
“I just wanted to see you—I wanted to have sex with you.”
Yang Shao stared at him, stunned. He had never imagined Chen Qiusu would express such raw desire so plainly. It felt both like him and unlike him at the same time.
“Was that too vulgar?” Chen Qiusu asked with a troubled look, clearly struggling to find a more delicate way to express himself. “I didn’t mean to scare you, but saying I wanted to kiss or hug you doesn’t feel right. Yang Shao, I want to have sex with you.”
He didn’t want just any omega—no matter the circumstances, no matter the impossibility of marking or bonding.
Yang Shao’s chest tightened, his heart pounding from Chen Qiusu’s honest “sweet talk” and seemingly irresistible advances.
“I came back early to surprise you.” As he spoke, Chen Qiusu lifted Yang Shao into his arms, positioning him to straddle his lap.
Yang Shao steadied himself on Chen Qiusu’s shoulders, his emotions in turmoil. From resisting at first, he was now swayed by Chen Qiusu’s confession. With a casual demeanor, he replied, “Isn’t this surprising enough?”
Chen Qiusu chuckled softly, his gaze gentle as he looked up at Yang Shao. Yang Shao straightened, leaning down to initiate another kiss.
This kiss was more intense than any they’d shared before, both of them fiercely vying for breath, their gasps stimulating each other’s senses.
Chen Qiusu held Yang Shao’s knees, pressing him down. As their bodies aligned, he used his erect member to tease Yang Shao, the tip brushing against him. Yang Shao flinched instinctively but soon relaxed as Chen Qiusu grasped both of their lengths together, stroking them in unison.
Beta and alpha are the same; they are more easily aroused by the pleasure of ejaculation, Yang Shao quickly felt his blood surge, and his waist couldn’t help but exert force, thrusting against Chen Qiusu’s hand.
Chen Qiusu was very accommodating to Yang Shao and did not make things too difficult for him, doing his best to stimulate Yang Shao’s member, his stroking speeding up accordingly. Seeing that Yang Shao was shaking quite severely, Chen Quisu hugged Yang Shao’s waist as he released.
After not having relieved his desires for a long time, Yang Shao felt a bit caught off guard. He leaned on Chen Qiusu’s shoulder, taking deep breaths, his breathing growing much heavier.
Chen Qiusu clenched his fist, and the semen in his palm was stretched into threads. With the help of the sticky fluid, his hand reached Yang Shao’s butt.
Beta cannot secrete body fluids like omegas, so expansion is essential when having intercourse with a beta. ‘If only I had been a little gentler last time, it wouldn’t have left such a shadow on Yang Shao.’ Chen Quisu scolded himself.
He moved very gently. He spread Yang Shao’s butt and pressed his fingers on the entrance. As soon as his fingertips entered, Yang Shao sensitively tightened his butt, and Chen Qiusu’s movements also stopped.
“Relax.”
Yang Shao gritted his teeth and stubbornly retorted, “You try it.”
Although the word “cute” seemed very out of place for Yang Shao, Chen Qiusu always thought that Yang Shao’s stubbornness was endearing. He lowered his head and kissed his forehead.
As his fingers expanded, Yang Shao arched his back, his head resting on Chen Qiusu’s chest, gritting his teeth to keep himself from moaning.
The way the fingers entered was not rough. After adding fingers one by one, Chen Qiusu began thrusting in and out .
The semen covered the entire inner wall, and the wet passage gradually became soft. Chen Qiusu’s middle finger caressed Yang Shao’s sensitive part, and Yang Shao couldn’t help but let out a low moan.
Chen Qiusu’s ears felt hot when he heard the sound. He continued to thrusting in a rather vicious way. Yang Shao couldn’t stand it anymore, “Enough… Chen Qiusu..hmm….”
Chen Qiusu chuckled, pulled out his fingers, and held his member to position himself against Yang Shao. At that moment, Yang Shao looked down and said, “Put on a condom…”
“Why?” Chen Qiusu looked confused.
Why? Because I will get pregnant! He did this once and got pregnant last time. Yang Shao’s shame almost overwhelmed him.
“Do you have any condoms at home?” Chen Qiusu indulged Yang Shao with his words, but his member was already lingering on Yang Shao’s entrance. After hearing Yang Shao’s muffled answer that there were none, he exerted force on Yang Shao’s waist and inserted it directly.
Yang Shao suddenly puffed out his chest and squeezed his butt, trying to escape. Chen Qiusu held down his thighs and slowly thrust in and out.
“You… fuck…hmm..”
Yang Shao’s eyes widened, and a bunch of vulgar words came to his lips, but he couldn’t say them.
It was difficult to exert force while sitting in a riding position, and Yang Shao felt a little uncomfortable. He had no intention of cooperating with Chen Qiusu at all. Chen Qiusu changed the position and let Yang Shao sit in his arms with his back to him, with his legs on his knees, as if he was helping a child to pee.
With his legs wide open, Yang Shao was very nervous, his entrance kept contracting, squeezing Chen Quisu’s member so hard that he had to stop several times.
“Does it feel good?” Chen Qiusu leaned close to his ear and asked him.
When Yang Shao looked up, he saw Chen Qiusu’s Adam’s apple. It was impossible to tell whether it was good. The pain and pleasure alternated in his body. He fell on the sofa in a dizzy state. Before he could react, Chen Qiusu inserted himself into him again and fucked him in the most primitive position.
The clothes on both of them had long since disappeared. Yang Shao knelt on the sofa with his butt raised high. Chen Qiusu held his waist and thrusted in and out lightly and heavily.
The pink inner wall was brought out a little as Chen Qiusu pulled out, and then pushed back in as he inserted. The semen was rubbed around the entrance to produce white foam. Chen Qiusu’s impact made Yang Shao’s knees weak. He wanted to reach out to block it, but Chen Qiusu grabbed his hand.
“Slow down… Chen Qiusu..hmm…”
Chen Qiusu tightly held his hand, leaning in close. “I’m going very slow.”
“You’re full of crap!”
Chen Qiusu didn’t say anything, but just sped up the movements of his lower body, and his balls slapped against Yang Shao’s butt, producing lewd sounds.
“Ah! Hiss!” Yang Shao was caught off guard and tried to escape by grabbing the armrest of the sofa, but Chen Qiusu was one step ahead of him, grabbed his ankles and pulled him back, then held him tightly from behind.
Chen Qiusu licked the back of Yang Shao’s neck. Yang Shao wasn’t an omega, so he didn’t have glands for marking, but Chen Qiusu couldn’t help but gently grind his teeth on the spot.
His actions were already light, but the sharpness of his teeth still posed a threat to the skin. The stinging sensation made Yang Shao lift his neck.
“Don’t you fucking dare… push your luck… don’t bite!”
At that moment, Yang Shao resembled a cornered kitten, showing its claws but lacking any real threat. Chen Qiusu played along, not directly addressing the idea of marking Yang Shao.
“No cursing.”
The gentler Chen Qiusu’s tone became, the more Yang Shao felt that he deserved a beating. “I’m going to curse, damn it!”
“Shh.” Chen Qiusu’s two fingers pressed into Yang Shao’s mouth, trapping his tongue. His fingertip caressed the raised bumps on the surface of Yang Shao’s tongue. “No more talking.”
Yang Shao opened his mouth slightly, saliva dripping uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth. He made up his mind and bit Chen Qiusu’s finger. He didn’t use force, and Chen Qiusu didn’t stop either, and continued to play with Yang Shao’s tongue tip in an erotically manner.
His member was repeatedly thrusting in and out, and Yang Shao got used to Chen Qiusu’s presence. He almost curled up in Chen Qiusu’s arms, and the hot penis was unconsciously embedded in the deepest part of him. Chen Qiusu stayed in Yang Shao’s body for a longer time.
Yang Shao could feel Chen Quisu’s member twitching inside him.
Chen Qiusu was about to release.
Yang Shao spit out Chen Qiusu’s finger, coughed a few times, and his voice became hoarse, “Don’t… don’t cum inside…”
Chen Qiusu held the back of Yang Shao’s neck and sucked it. He could no longer accept Yang Shao’s refusal, so he pinched Yang Shao’s waist and thrust hard, his teeth sinking deeply into the back of Yang Shao’s neck.
“Ah… Ah…”
The mix of both pain and pleasure made Yang Shao dizzy and disoriented, the feeling of soreness, fullness, and stickiness in his butt reminded him that Chen Quisu released inside him.
Hate it when the uke asks not to cum inside, but the seme does it anyway..