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“Xie Lian.” The sound of Hua Cheng’s voice carries down the hallway and into the bedroom, and Xie Lian startles slightly, before rising from where he was lounging on the divan.
“San Lang?” he calls back.
There’s the jingling of keys, the clatter of shoes being removed, and it isn’t long before footsteps make their way to the bedroom entrance, accompanied by the view of Hua Cheng himself—dark suit, styled hair, crisp to the nines as always.
God. Xie Lian’s heart does a little swoop.
The room is dimly lit, somehow making the visuals of Hua Cheng shrugging out of his suit jacket and removing his tie all the more sensual. “Were you asleep?”
Of course Xie Lian wasn’t. Like this, the nightgown underneath his silk robes feels even flimsier, like a passing wind could come in and rip it at the seams, and that’s sort of the point he intends to make visible in bold print tonight. Xie Lian shakes his head. “No, I stayed up all night waiting for you,” he says.
“All night?” Amusement laces Hua Cheng’s tone. “But it’s only nine.”
“So? That was still my entire night up to this point.” Finally unable to help it anymore, Xie Lian walks over to his husband on eager legs, wrapping his arms around Hua Cheng’s waist and pouting up at him. “San Lang, you said you’d be home earlier,” he murmurs, scowling deeply.
A light kiss is pressed to the top of Xie Lian’s head—a placating gesture. “I’m sorry, baby, I got held up. The meeting went longer than expected—had to make sure the negotiations went well. I wanted to leave so badly, but you know how it is with those idiots.”
Xie Lian keeps quiet for a moment. And then: “You’re talking about the Shanghai contract, right?”
“Mm.”
“You know, my parents were talking about that yesterday,” he hums. “Said it was impressive how you also closed that company acquisition deal in Seoul. They’re proud of you.”
Hua Cheng chuckles, and the hand that was on Xie Lian’s shoulder moves to rest on his waist. “Of the fact that they have such an impressive son-in-law who’s able to give their darling golden child the life he deserves?”
“Stop.” Xie Lian blushes and lightly shoves at Hua Cheng’s shoulder. “You make me sound so shallow. And they’ve always liked you.”
“Think they’re going to ask me to come over for dinner again this weekend?” Fingers skim Xie Lian’s hips before trailing downwards. “And talk about how soon they can expect grandchildren?” There’s a smirk in the next kiss Hua Cheng presses to his temple.
The flush on Xie Lian’s cheeks darkens, and he huffs. “I’ll just tell them I’m still on birth control.”
Hua Cheng sighs. “Unfortunately.”
“S-San Lang!” Xie Lian glares up at him, but he can’t deny the stirring of heat in his gut that he felt at the word grandchildren. It’s not that he doesn’t want kids, because he does want them very badly, but he and Hua Cheng have only been married for a few weeks and Xie Lian just turned twenty a couple of months ago.
He can’t help but feel that it’s too early, can’t help but feel that they should wait a little while longer because the sex has been so good and Xie Lian is sure it won’t be the same if there’s a screaming baby they have to watch out for every hour or so. He knows what people might say: because he’s an omega, because he’s already been bonded, it’s expected of him to pop out babies and be happy playing homemaker, but to be honest he’s not sure if he’s entirely ready for the babies part yet.
Never mind the fact he’s constantly thought of how Hua Cheng would make such a perfect father, because he’s already such a perfect husband.
“God, you’re cute when you’re annoyed,” Hua Cheng teases, and it prompts Xie Lian to back off and haughtily look away.
He even crosses his arms for emphasis. Hua Cheng chuckles again before embracing Xie Lian’s smaller frame from behind, and Xie Lian catches sight of Hua Cheng’s face on the vanity mirror in front of them: as devastatingly alluring as the very first time Xie Lian laid eyes upon him.
Xie Lian remembers how entranced he’d been the night of an important business party his parents forced him to attend a little over a year ago. Enraptured by the appearance of this gorgeous and mysterious alpha for whom all heads turned and whispers talked about. So rich, so successful, so young, at only twenty-five! And so handsome, too. He remembers how crazy the other omegas had gone over Hua Cheng, remembers one of them pulling in him by the arm and lamenting about how unobtainable Hua Cheng was. Rumour had it that he was a heartbreaker, that he never settled, that he’d chase you once but never again once he had his fill.
Xie Lian remembers thinking at the time men like Hua Cheng weren’t likely to give him the time of day, despite assurances his beauty had sweetened to ripeness, enough to win the heart of a lord, a king, or even a god. He was so young, after all. Too innocent-looking, too inexperienced. And then they met through Xie Lian’s parents. Spent a good part of the evening talking. And then Hua Cheng smiled at him. Asked him to dance, told him he was beautiful. Said he wanted to see him again.
Texts turned into calls and eventually into dates. And then there was love. A diamond ring. Marriage.
Now, Xie Lian’s heart does a delicate twinge in his chest. He’s so in love.
Finally, Xie Lian pretends to sulk. “San Lang is so cruel, teasing me like this.”
“That’s because you’re beautiful when you blush. Makes you look like a sunrise,” Hua Cheng says with a grin, mouth lowering to brush the scent gland on his neck.
Xie Lian’s toes curl at the sensation. Heat stirs in his belly, flares with a sharp surge, and he’s sure it shows: in his scent, his voice, his core. The fingers on his waist begin playing with the sash of his robes, eager to do away with it, and Hua Cheng’s mouth is quick to apply a skillful, bruising pressure of teeth and tongue.
“I’m so crazy for you, did you know that?” Hua Cheng murmurs, and already Xie Lian can hear the dark hunger in his voice, can feel the want in his grip. “Fuck, you drive me insane, you have me wrapped around your finger.”
“San Lang gege is too much,” Xie Lian says, making a show out of wriggling away from Hua Cheng’s grasp, while attempting to hide his own smile.
“Yeah?” A firm tug loosens free the robe off Xie Lian’s shoulders. The fabric falls onto the floor in a heap. “What you’re wearing begs to differ.”
Lacy white nightgown that accentuates his plush hips and the firm swell of his ass—it would be a lie to say he’s unaware of his own allure. Still, Xie Lian feigns shyness. “Now I’m so cold. How could you?” he says, looking at Hua Cheng with a teary gaze.
“I guess I’ll just have to warm my pretty little wife up until he no longer complains,” Hua Cheng purrs, stepping forwards so that Xie Lian has no choice but to back away until he’s urged atop the vanity table. “I wouldn’t want him to feel any discomfort.”
Hungry, mismatched eyes take in the sight of Xie Lian’s face: the glossy pink of his lips and the rosy flush of his cheeks. Then they travel downwards. To his hips, to his thighs. Because Xie Lian wants to tease a little, he closes his legs, lets his blush deepen.
“Oh?” Hua Cheng raises an eyebrow, and a deep scent floods Xie Lian’s senses—alpha pheromones going into overdrive. “It seems that dianxia wishes to perform some virgin roleplay for tonight.”
Large palms part Xie Lian’s soft thighs so that Hua Cheng can settle in between them. Then they shimmy up the nightgown until it’s bunched up at the waist, exposing his underwear, the fabric already wet with slick.
“You really are mean,” Xie Lian says, lowering his lashes in the way Hua Cheng likes, and when Hua Cheng brings their mouths together, he can’t resist moaning loudly into the kiss.
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this turned on,” Hua Cheng says once their lips part, tugging the panties down, dragging a teasing finger up his folds.
Xie Lian shivers at the touch. He just barely resists the urge to grind into Hua Cheng’s palm. “Are you going to put it in?” he says in a breathy, drawn-out tone, whimpering at the sensation of teeth grazing the line of his throat.
A final kiss is pressed to the skin there, and then Hua Cheng pulls away. Smirks. Lowers his head until he’s eye level with Xie Lian’s dripping cunt. The sight—paired with the heat of his mouth, the play of his hands—is so obscenely sexy Xie Lian can feel himself becoming even more of a quivering mess down there.
Xie Lian’s pussy positively throbs at the words Hua Cheng says next. “Not until I taste you first,” Hua Cheng croons, administering a bite to Xie Lian’s inner thigh before cutting right to the chase.
The moment Hua Cheng gets his mouth on him, this is what Xie Lian breathes out: “Oh.”
As usual, Hua Cheng starts off teasing and exploratory. Light strokes that lick up his clit; probing swirls that prompt his hand to clutch at Hua Cheng’s hair. They’re patterns that eventually turn into something wicked and serious; and by that, Xie Lian means he’s shaking, moaning, leaking, before Hua Cheng ever gets his tongue inside his cunt.
“Oh, San Lang gege, fuck—don’t stop,” he mewls, already so wet and open and waiting.
Hua Cheng’s thumb rubs at the top of his pussy, before his tongue follows suit. The next moan Xie Lian lets out is shriller, on a higher register, bordering on a scream. He can’t help it; if Hua Cheng is this determined to eat him out to the point of climax, the only choice is to go along for the ride.
“Mm, you’re such a good boy for your gege, I could fuck into you with my cock so easily like this,” Hua Cheng rasps, before pulling out all the techniques that have Xie Lian seeing colours. He sucks; he licks stripes; he works his lips around the parts that make Xie Lian writhe.
Eventually, the tongue that dips inside Xie Lian’s pussy is replaced by three fingers. Xie Lian eagerly sinks down on those long fingers that stretch him so; they curl, they prod, they thrust deep into his walls. A steady rhythm is set, Hua Cheng fucking him with his hand as they share lewd and filthy kisses. Xie Lian clutches at Hua Cheng’s hair where it ends at the nape of his neck; Hua Cheng’s fingers scissor him with honed finesse, the action wet and loud and oh so slick.
The end result is this: Xie Lian spilling into Hua Cheng’s hand with a gorgeous cry. The force of his orgasm is heightened by the heady musk of Hua Cheng’s own arousal, by the lust that darkens his eyes. Xie Lian is sure he looks ruined, and they haven’t even gotten to the main event yet. What this was proved to be mere foreplay, if the enormous bulge straining the front of Hua Cheng’s pants is further indication.
“Dianxia is squeezing around me so tight,” says Hua Cheng, before sliding his fingers out. He nuzzles Xie Lian’s neck. “Could it be that he still wants more?”
Teeth and lips work bruises into the skin beneath Xie Lian’s jaw. Xie Lian can only whimper, can only moan, because he feels so empty, cunt clenching around nothing. He’s ready, he’s eager, and he wants to be fucked now.
It’s impatience that guides his hand to tug at Hua Cheng’s belt. It’s impatience that gets him to brush over Hua Cheng’s erection, to slide eager palms up his toned chest. Hua Cheng regards him with amusement and lust.
“San Lang, please,” Xie Lian practically whines, biting his bottom lip in a way he knows Hua Cheng is weak for.
At this, Hua Cheng’s pupils dilate, and his smoke-and-flowers scent flares. Xie Lian’s cunt grows wetter in anticipation; he’s so willing and needy, there’s no way his alpha will resist. Going by the way Hua Cheng is squeezing his hips, he’s probably on the last thread of restraint, too.
“Fine,” Hua Cheng finally says, unbuttoning his shirt. It slides off his shoulders and falls onto the ground in a heap. “San Lang gege will give his sweet, innocent”—he hoists Xie Lian upwards into his arms—“wife”—he walks across the room to place Xie Lian onto the bed—“exactly what he deserves.”
Because Xie Lian landed on his back, he’s immediately caged in by Hua Cheng’s arms. Like this, loomed over by a body that easily dwarfs his own, Xie Lian is reminded of just how distinctly alpha his husband is. So gorgeous and chiselled, so strong and well-built. It drives the omega in him wild, makes him want to cry and beg and just take, take, take.
His primal instincts are at the helm now; the desire to be filled, to be marked, to be cared for, takes the driver’s seat in the form of the keening and pleading he can’t help but let loose.
“Oh, baby,” Hua Cheng whispers reverently, half-dazed as he pulls down his pants.
Maybe it’s redundant to ask, because the answer is carved into his heart by now, but Xie Lian wants to hear it again anyway. “Does San Lang like what he sees?” he says, letting the right strap of his nightgown fall off a shoulder enticingly.
“Like. Like,” Hua Cheng laughs breathlessly. “Baby, no, I fucking love it. God, I can’t believe how fucking perfect and sexy you are, it’s unreal—” He brings up Xie Lian’s palm to his lips in a display of sweetness that makes Xie Lian’s heart ache fondly, but what he says next just makes Xie Lian fall in love all over again—“Sweetheart, I worship you.”
It’s the sincerest phrase to end all phrases. The truth to those words just shines—even his eyes say what his words don’t. There’s profound softness and adoration to be found there: Xie Lian knew it then, so he obviously knows now, that Hua Cheng really loves him. Loves him like the moon loves the sun. Loves him like he’s a god he’d build cities and temples for.
It’s sweet talk that makes Xie Lian melt but ultimately amplifies the need that has been burning under his skin all day. So he kisses Hua Cheng to reciprocate, hopes the heated desperation of his mouth takes the place of what he didn’t say.
It’s in an alpha’s nature to claim, so Hua Cheng does exactly that—through bite marks and hickeys Xie Lian’s sure will endure for days. By the end of it his skin stings everywhere—his thighs, his neck, his chest—but it’s the pleasant kind of ache that makes him purr.
The mating bite on Xie Lian’s nape itches, and immediately Xie Lian recognizes the biology at work. Of his body needing relief; of his body wanting its mate.
“S-San Lang,” he stammers out, leaking wetness, “I want—I need—"His cries halt in his throat at the bulge that brushes his inner thigh.
“I know, baby, I know,” Hua Cheng murmurs, pecking his lips. “You want it so bad.”
“Inside me,” Xie Lian whines, breath hitching when the tip of Hua Cheng’s cock aligns with his entrance. “Inside me. Now—oh!”
The moment Hua Cheng’s cock eases in, the wind is taken out of Xie Lian’s lungs and he cries. His pussy stretches around Hua Cheng’s cock like his body was made for it, and he can only sob out, “Yes, San Lang, yes.”
Hua Cheng slides in and slides out—a push and pull made loud and wet by slick—and oh, fuck, it feels fantastic. Like all the other times before, they fit together perfectly. He goes slow at first, a few simple thrusts delivered at an angle Xie Lian likes, before the rhythm turns serious, rough and raw and passionate.
“Fuck, ah—fuck, you feel so good,” Hua Cheng groans, clutching Xie Lian’s hips.
It’s dangerous to say it, but Xie Lian does so anyway, because even in the throes of submission it’s still in his instincts to rile his husband up. “San Lang is so big, none of my toys can compare,” he babbles, Hua Cheng deep enough that Xie Lian can feel him in his stomach.
As predicted, Hua Cheng’s eyes go dark and his lips pull back in a lethal smirk. “Good, because you’re never using any of them again,” he rasps, snapping his hips forward. “Did you know, your body was meant to take your alpha and your alpha alone?”
It’s practically cruelty, when his hips roll to a stop. It’s practically torment, when Hua Cheng just stays there to relish in the tightness, the wetness, of Xie Lian’s cunt without doing anything else to ease his burning need.
“You—!” He gapes, glaring at Hua Cheng with red-rimmed eyes and tears. “Why did you stop? Don’t—don’t tease me like this!”
“Oh, but didn’t dianxia start it first, with the intent to torment his poor San Lang?” Hua Cheng says, finally sliding in by a few inches—enough that Xie Lian feels a hint of movement but not enough for anything else.
Xie Lian could just about throw a fit. And that’s the keyword: could. Because he’s about to. Because he’s so close. “Just move already!” he whines, hands balling into fists. “S-San Lang, don’t be like this!”
Hua Cheng kisses him, as though in appeasement. “Gege is taking his time,” he says. “You can wait.”
It’s overkill, but it has to be done, because Xie Lian is losing patience and whatever he wants, he gets when he begs sweetly enough or kicks up a big fuss. How could Hua Cheng make him wait when they’re both this close to losing it? “Alpha, please,” he says, and it’s his omega doing the talking. “I need my San Lang to fill me with his cock, I need my San Lang to fill me with his come—mm!”
That’s the exact moment Hua Cheng obeys, the exact moment he’s pushed over the edge. Hardly a second later he commits to fucking Xie Lian in earnest, setting a brutal pace that dissolves all higher thought and narrows both their minds to their lovemaking and lovemaking alone. When Hua Cheng speaks up next, it’s all too obvious he’s being guided by the primal instincts hardwired into his blood. He calls Xie Lian by his name, but his tone is dark, too ragged to be anything other than lust-driven, and that’s the thrill of it, Xie Lian preening as large hands manhandle him into taking his mate.
It’s a long night. Full of frenzied, furious fucking. Crudely spread apart, Xie Lian sobs as he’s marked and bitten and pushed onto silk sheets. Moans as Hua Cheng pulls him so impossibly deep onto his cock. Screams as he’s brought to the sharpest peaks of pleasure over and over again.
Xie Lian’s sticky folds lewdly frame Hua Cheng’s cock, and Hua Cheng is mesmerized by the view. By the slick that eases the slide in. By the soft rise and fall of Xie Lian’s belly. No doubt they’re both thinking along similar lines: visions of his belly swollen and round with child.
His arousal strikes in a burst of hot flame: if Xie Lian wasn’t on birth control, he’d—he’d surely be pregnant by now. From the very first time Hua Cheng took him, even, all those months ago: he’s so hot-blooded, so virile, Xie Lian’s alpha. They wouldn’t need to try at all for his seed to take.
Hua Cheng has talked about it before. About children, about starting a family. And Xie Lian thinks, with no small amount of yearning: he’d like that someday. Very much.
The fucking starts on the bed but doesn’t end there. They go at it like wild animals: on the divan, up the wall, against the window, and then on top of the vanity table again. Hua Cheng never leaves his throbbing pussy for very long; if he does it’s only so that he can switch up either the angle or position. It’s already this intense, and Xie Lian isn’t even in heat—he isn’t due for another month—but then again, it hasn’t been very long since their wedding night when Hua Cheng branded Xie Lian as his. Permanently.
Hands wander; mouths roam. Hua Cheng has come inside him five times by now, and his knot is a sure, imminent thing. Xie Lian can’t breathe, can’t think, wholly lost to the sensation of Hua Cheng pounding into him. His body craves to be bred, was born for it, and eventually it all comes together.
It happens when they’re back to where they started: with Xie Lian on his back, legs hiked around Hua Cheng’s waist. On the last few thrusts Xie Lian feels Hua Cheng get bigger—to the point his walls have to stretch to accommodate his girth, to the point it feels like he’s being split apart in the best way possible.
“I’m close, so close” are the words whispered into Xie Lian’s ear as Hua Cheng laces their fingers above Xie Lian’s head and pushes in to the hilt.
And swell, his cock does. It grows harder, grows bigger, until it locks tight inside of Xie Lian. Until Hua Cheng is closing his eyes and spilling uncontrollably, filling Xie Lian’s cunt with warm, unfettered bursts of come.
Xie Lian gasps when Hua Cheng turns him over slightly so that he can bite down on his bonding mark. The ache is sharp but not unwelcome: the omega in him preens, satisfied. His scent must exude contentment because the tension in Hua Cheng’s body completely dissipates, and he nuzzles Xie Lian, warm and happy.
Time passes in fuzzy increments, but it hardly matters. Could be seconds, could be minutes, could be hours, but he wouldn’t know within the bubble of this room.
Eventually, Hua Cheng’s knot deflates, and he pulls out with a wet squelch. Come and slick coat Xie Lian’s thighs, and going by the gleam in Hua Cheng’s eyes, this scratches a primal itch somewhere in that alpha’s brain of his. Because it’s evidence. Evidence that Xie Lian belongs to him.
They clean up a little and then Xie Lian is resting his head on Hua Cheng’s chest. He’s tired, he’s sore, but honestly? The sex is so worth the shaky legs he’ll have to put up with for the next couple days.
“San Lang was so rough, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow,” Xie Lian says, still in awe of how his nightgown managed to remain intact the entire time they were fucking. To think he’d been so sure Hua Cheng would rip it off down the line.
The chuckle Xie Lian earns in response is smug, composed of wicked delight, of alpha pride. But the soft kisses Hua Cheng then peppers to the top of his head are a different story entirely, here to provide a sweet contrast to the sinful, sinful words that are about to be said.
“Oh? And here I was, thinking I was in a forgiving mood,” Hua Cheng says, grinning.
Xie Lian blushes, because if that was merciful—he can only imagine the aftermath of their first post-bond heat and rut cycle together. “You’ll have to take care of me now,” he warns, idly tracing patterns on warm, muscled flesh.
“Shall I buy my pretty Lian-er flowers, then, as penance for fucking him so well he could only scream his gege’s name?” More kisses are pressed to Xie Lian’s face. They nip and trace his features. Xie Lian feels the adoration behind them, the promise to dote on him always.
“What good will flowers do?” Xie Lian giggles.
Hua Cheng hums thoughtfully. “Hm, perhaps another diamond ring then?”
“What about breakfast in bed?”
“That can be arranged,” says Hua Cheng, and the next smile he gives Xie Lian is soft.