STIDM 17

Zhong Zong’s lips were tightly pressed as he worked his fingers quickly inside, stretching him until loud, wet squelches filled the air. Then he grabbed Yan Lu’s hips, propped himself against the armrest of the sofa, pulled open the waistband of Yan Lu’s underwear, and guided his rock-hard cock through the gap.

In that kneeling position, Zhong Zong slid himself in.

The underwear dug deep into his ass, squeezing the flesh into a sharp crease, but Zhong Zong didn’t even bother pulling it off. He just pinned him against the edge of the sofa and fucked him like that.

The heavy sofa cushions sank beneath them. One of Yan Lu’s legs was lazily draped over Zhong Zong’s hip, rocking with each hard thrust.

Zhong Zong’s hands roamed freely across the body beneath him, skin slick with a layer of cool sweat, burning hot underneath. It was all because he was being fucked senseless.

Like a man possessed, he groped everywhere. His hands couldn’t stop, running from the calves up to the thighs, then squeezing that firm, perky ass hard. His grip was so strong the flesh deformed, stretching the inner hole so wide it could barely hold his cock.

Yan Lu was utterly intoxicated. Droplets of sweat from Zhong Zong’s forehead clung to his lashes, making them look as if he was crying. The tip of his nose was tinged red, and his bright red tongue peeked out between his lips, letting out moans that his throat could no longer hold back.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He twisted his hips and pushed upward, letting Zhong Zong thrust deeper, fuck him harder.

His legs were spread wide, shamelessly showing how much he wanted it. Eager and wild, he clung tightly to Zhong Zong. His hard cock rubbed against the man’s firm lower belly while his softest place took every thrust, yielding completely to the brutal invasion.

Zhong Zong kissed that flushed collarbone, then sank his teeth in, leaving a deep bite mark. The pain made Yan Lu’s body tremble, but it only turned Zhong Zong on even more. His palms kneaded Yan Lu’s chest roughly, squeezing it until the skin turned red. His nipples were pinched and twisted until they stood up hard, and only then did Zhong Zong take one into his mouth.

Yan Lu arched his body, curling his right leg to rub against Zhong Zong’s waist and lower abdomen. The movement was subtle, a teasing urge. One hand wrapped around Zhong Zong’s head while the other reached down to the slick mess where they were joined, his fingers gently tracing the cock buried inside him. Then he tugged at his soaked underwear, pulling it outward.

His filthy teasing made Zhong Zong grit his teeth. He latched onto his nipple with a loud suck, then let it go with a sneer, as if he was done with it, yet not letting Yan Lu touch himself either.

His hand slid along that soft, shifting waist, and with a hard thrust of his hips, there was a loud slap, louder than Yan Lu’s cry. Zhong Zong ground his hips forward, pressing deep between Yan Lu’s legs, almost trying to cram in whatever part of his cock was still left outside.

His balls pushed right up against the stretched hole, sealing it so tightly that even the filthy, wet sounds inside were silenced. He could feel the slick little hole sucking and clenching, and with a hard tug, he ripped the underwear apart.

His hips pounded fast and hard, slamming relentlessly into Yan Lu, who thrashed beneath him like he was trying to escape.

That tight little hole was stretched wide open. Yan Lu squinted his eyes shut, his moans shattered by the impact, breaking in his throat until he couldn’t make a sound.

Head thrown back, he grabbed Zhong Zong’s firm ass, guiding his thrusts. His knees were bent and spread wide, rocking with every push and pull that slammed through him from front to back.

The sofa couldn’t handle the way they were going at it. The backrest gave out and collapsed, turning it into a flat bed in an instant.

As Yan Lu was pushed down onto the cushions, another deep thrust drove into him. His hole clenched tight, and a hot gush of slick fluid spilled out onto the cock slamming into him.

His breathing turned ragged, and as the orgasm tore through him, his whole body trembled violently. His legs tried to wrap around Zhong Zong’s waist, greedy to draw him deeper inside.

But Zhong Zong yanked his legs apart and, using the heat of Yan Lu’s orgasm as slick lubrication, he thrust in again. Yan Lu’s eyes turned red, and he helplessly pushed at Zhong Zong’s chest, but it didn’t stop him. If anything, the movement only grew more ruthless.

They rolled from the sofa all the way into the bathroom. Yan Lu braced one hand against the wall, the other jerking himself off. Behind him, Zhong Zong held his hips and thrust in hard. Loud, sticky sounds echoing with every movement. Yan Lu’s thighs trembled, tiptoes barely touching the floor as he pushed back to meet each thrust.

Water shimmered along the muscles of his back, catching the light. The gland at the back of his neck was fully exposed, and the thick scent of his Omega pheromones mixed with the heat from the overhead shower. Everything about it was maddening.

Zhong Zong gritted his teeth, holding back the urge to mark. He held his breath and slammed into him.

That restless, burning feeling crept up on him, overtaking his mind. He grabbed Yan Lu’s hair and yanked his face around, crashing their lips together.

The kiss was brutal. Yan Lu’s lower lip split open from the friction, the taste of blood spreading with a sweet, heady scent that mixed with his pheromones and drove the Alpha wild.

Zhong Zong shut his eyes briefly, then opened them again. The corners were red, his gaze sharp and vicious.

He clutched the back of Yan Lu’s neck and fucked him hard enough to nearly break his voice. Yan Lu’s hands were pulled tight, his legs giving out beneath him from the pressure. He couldn’t even stand properly anymore. The only thing he could do was open his mouth and curse.

Zhong Zong rubbed his waist for a second, then pulled out and flipped him over. He lifted his leg and raised his hips, nearly folding Yan Lu in half. His cock, hard and straining, nudged around a few times before finding the right spot and plunging back in between those cheeks.

The hot, slick hole wrapped around him obediently, trembling from the unease of the position. The tension only made it tighter.

With Yan Lu bent like that, Zhong Zong began bouncing him up and down on his cock. Yan Lu held onto the wall with one hand and wrapped the other around Zhong Zong’s neck, face flushed, panting too hard to form a full sentence.

“You fucker… are you… gonna… put me down or not…”

Hot water splashed into his eyes, making it hard to keep them open. The intense sex drained him, and in the steam-filled bathroom, even with his stamina, Yan Lu began to wonder if he’d be able to walk out when they were done.

Zhong Zong bit his shoulder, pinning him to the wall as he shoved in deep. His low breaths brushed against Yan Lu’s ear, hot and seductive enough to make him come from that alone.

But without the comfort of any touch, it was pure sensation from behind, wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure. His cock swung freely in the air, rubbing against his abs, the tip flushed a deep red. Finally, when his hole was once again filled deep, and the glans scraped nastily against his reproductive cavity, a sharp, aching pleasure surged through his lower belly.

Yan Lu let out a choked cry as thick spurts of cum shot out. His tense body collapsed all at once.

Zhong Zong held him tightly, rubbing his back gently as if to soothe him, his movements inside Yan Lu also coming to a stop.

Yan Lu’s sore, aching legs were finally lowered. Zhong Zong carried him into the bathtub, turning on the heater and slowly washing his body with warm water.

Weak and boneless, Yan Lu leaned against Zhong Zong’s chest, his dazed eyes staring at the ceiling. He could still feel the pressure against his lower back. With a hoarse voice, he asked, “You want me to get you off?”

“No need. I’ll take care of it myself later.”

“You that curious about my reproductive cavity?”

Silence.

Every time they did it, Zhong Zong would linger deliberately at that spot. It wasn’t that he couldn’t go in. But if an Omega hadn’t been marked and their physiology hadn’t shifted, forcing open the reproductive passage was both difficult and painful.

Zhong Zong slowly wiped the cum off Yan Lu’s lower abdomen. “You feel better when I touch that place. As for actually going in… those were just things said for the sake of foreplay.”

Yan Lu shut his mouth in embarrassment. Just moments ago, he’d been thinking about offering to try a lubricant specifically made for the reproductive cavity. Even if he wasn’t marked, they could still give it a shot.

But the man had made it clear. It was all just part of the mood. He wasn’t actually interested in that part of Yan Lu at all. Which also meant he didn’t want to bond with him.

Even though they had agreed from the start that they wouldn’t bond, wasn’t it true that when an Alpha really liked an Omega, it was impossible not to want to mark him during sex?

Yan Lu shoved Zhong Zong’s hand off and stood up, stepping out of the tub. He rinsed himself off quickly and slammed the door behind him on his way out.

Zhong Zong stayed behind in the tub, sighing.

He lifted his right hand. Blood was still trickling from the back of it. Earlier, when he almost marked Yan Lu, he had redirected the urge by biting his own hand.

There was no way he could keep going after that. He leaned back in the tub and covered his eyes with his hand.

He could feel everything going off track. Things were slipping out of his control, and worse, he was letting it happen.

That stupid movie, Untouchable, was really just a subtle way of saying no.

He hadn’t seen Yan Lu for nearly two years. When he suddenly presented as an Omega, it didn’t take him long to accept it.

Back then, it had already been almost two years since they’d spoken. He was out with a few girls from his club, shopping, when he saw a group of people rushing toward them.

At the front of that crowd was Yan Lu.

The moment he saw Zhong Zong, Yan Lu’s eyes widened in shock. He even stumbled in front of him but didn’t say anything. Just looked at him in panic and ran straight past.

But it was too late. Because Yan Lu tripped, the crowd caught up quickly and swarmed him.

Zhong Zong’s expression turned cold. He made sure the girls got away safely, then he called the police and joined the fight.

He hadn’t panicked. In situations like that, staying calm and doing the right thing mattered more than just freaking out.

When one of them broke Yan Lu’s arm with a metal rod, Zhong Zong’s eyes went red. He fixed his attention on the guy and crushed every joint in his fingers under his heel.

When the cops arrived, the whole place was chaos. Yan Lu was taken away. Naturally, Zhong Zong ended up at the police station.

He didn’t care. As expected, someone came to bail him out shortly after. His father gave him a slap across the face. He just licked the blood off his lip and apologized.

Later, when he heard Yan Lu had gone home, he hesitated. But eventually, he wanted to break the ice between them. He found an excuse to visit.

Before that, he’d been drowning in his own emotions, wasting away in a slump. He didn’t have the energy to deal with the fallout between them.

Somewhere along the way, they had stopped talking altogether.

With good intentions, he had tried to reconnect.

And that’s when he walked in on Yan Lu’s heat.

There was temptation. A flicker of emotion. And there was also the thrill of breaking a boundary.

He fucked Yan Lu.

That was when he realized Yan Lu liked him.

Even when Yan Lu kept saying they were just fuck buddies, Zhong Zong knew. He saw it in the way he looked at him during sex, during orgasm, even while crying. His eyes never left him. That silent desperation and yearning, how could he not notice?

But he couldn’t promise himself that he’d be able to live up to those feelings.

He’d already had enough people throw water in his face, slap him, even send people to beat him up during the reckless years of his life.

He hadn’t marked Yan Lu. Yan Lu was still free.

When it came to him, Zhong Zong was cautious. He didn’t dare, not even in a moment of impulse, to pull Yan Lu into something that would make him his.

No matter how much he wanted to.

He still couldn’t do it.

Even someone like him, a piece of shit, there were still things he wanted to protect. Things he wanted to hold on to.