STIDM 20

Yan Lu stepped out the door feeling more than a little awkward. The thin strap was wedged between the soft flesh of his ass, and with every step, the strange sensation only intensified. The front was tight too, leaving him frowning deeply and looking downright hostile.

From a distance, he spotted Zhong Zong leaning against a lamppost, wearing a simple white baseball jacket and a small backpack. His fair fingers tapped away at his phone screen, a faint smile tugging at his lips. More than a few passersby stole glances at him, which annoyed Yan Lu quite a bit.

His phone vibrated. He didn’t even need to check to know it was a message from Zhong Zong. Yan Lu felt a little smug. No matter how much others stared, all they could do was sneak glances. He was the one who got to pin Zhong Zong down fair and square.

Grinning like an idiot, he strolled up to Zhong Zong and hooked his arms around his neck, yanking him down to ruffle his hair.

“So well-behaved? You actually came early to find me?”

“You’ve been nagging about it for half a month. How could I not show up?”

“I nagged you into coming early?”

“Why’s your face so red?”

Zhong Zong smoothly changed the subject, and as if nothing happened, his hand slid up and brushed against Yan Lu’s cheek, then his earlobe. The soft stroke made Yan Lu’s already warm face feel like it was about to catch fire. He shrank his neck, dodged the touch, and glared, “Keep your hands to yourself in public.”

Zhong Zong deliberately touched his waist. “Let me see if a month of training made you firmer.”

“Shit, don’t touch my waist. Fuck, hahahaha…”

After all the teasing and flirting that probably blinded a few innocent bystanders, Yan Lu very naturally took the lead, stretching out a hand behind him for Zhong Zong to hold. He had done all the initiating today, and honestly, it felt kind of new and exciting.

There was something different about Yan Lu today, and Zhong Zong could feel it. He said nothing, just kept smiling, quietly waiting for whatever surprise might be coming.

When they got to the hotel near the training base, Yan Lu walked up to the front desk and checked in.

The front desk clerk glanced up at the two Alphas and asked whether they wanted a twin or a single bed. Yan Lu leaned on the counter, his eyes suggestive and flirtatious as they fell on her face. “What do you think?”

The woman blushed bright red and quickly lowered her head to fill out the form. Yan Lu might usually look fierce, but his features were very handsome.

That look he gave her packed a punch. By the time she handed them the room card, her face was still burning.

Yan Lu took the card and headed for the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, Zhong Zong pressed him into the corner. His hand grabbed a firm handful of his ass. His face was so close their breaths tangled. His voice was low and hoarse, filled with irritation as he murmured beside Yan Lu’s ear.

“What were you doing back there, trying to flirt with the front desk?”

“Fuck, there’s a surveillance camera here. Cool it!”

That’s what he said, but he didn’t pull Zhong Zong’s hand away. He let the man grope and knead his ass as he pleased, even teasing the cleft suggestively with his fingers.

Yan Lu was wearing a thong under loose denim today. It’d been rubbing him raw the whole damn way over.

The skin down there was sensitive, flushed, and hot. Being touched like this, groped and teased, made Yan Lu’s lower belly twitch and his legs go weak. He couldn’t help but hook his arms around Zhong Zong’s neck, moaning softly into his ear, the sounds breathy and sticky-sweet, seductive to the point of begging. It was just like the way he sounded in bed, needy and aching for it.

Zhong Zong paused, his breathing a little heavy. He wrapped his arms tighter around Yan Lu’s waist and pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear.

“What’s gotten into you today? You used to be all shy and awkward.”

Yan Lu grinned and leaned in to lick at Zhong Zong’s lips.

“You don’t like it?”

Zhong Zong’s eyes darkened as his grip tightened.

“I like it.”

As soon as the door closed, Yan Lu shoved Zhong Zong toward the bathroom, telling him to shower first. Even though his legs were still trembling from those kisses and his lower half was hard and aching, he held his ground.

Zhong Zong obediently went into the bathroom, leaving Yan Lu alone outside. Yan Lu quickly stripped off his clothes and twisted around to check the damage on his ass.

Just as he thought, the skin was flushed bright red. He couldn’t even tell if it was from the rough rubbing or the thong digging in.

The red thong was wedged deep and felt incredibly uncomfortable. Yan Lu tugged at it a few times, but it did nothing to help. He figured he would be taking it off soon anyway.

He threw himself onto the bed, trying out different poses, hoping to find one that looked seductive enough before Zhong Zong came out.

But every position made him feel like a total clown. If Zhong Zong walked out and saw him like this, and ended up laughing so hard he went limp, it would be the most humiliating thing ever.

Frustrated, he buried himself in the soft white bedding like a spring roll. His cheeks were slightly flushed, eyes sparkling as he watched the blurred reflection moving behind the frosted glass of the bathroom door.

Zhong Zong came out freshly steamed, his body tinged with red, a towel casually wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet. Droplets of water dripped slowly down his chest.

Yan Lu stared at him with bright eyes and smacked the pillow beside him.

“Come on. Hurry up and serve your master.”

Zhong Zong climbed onto the bed and pinched his nose.

“You’ve got some nerve calling yourself a master.”

Yan Lu grumbled from under the blanket.

“Fine, then call me your husband.”

Zhong Zong yanked the covers off him and slid his hand inside through the gap. His palm settled on Yan Lu’s chest, fingers clamping around a nipple and kneading it hard.

The intoxicating scent of Alpha pheromones began to fill the air. Yan Lu half sat up from under the covers and kissed him.

Their lips pressed together, tongues curling and teasing. Yan Lu’s soft tongue lightly sucked on the reddened lower lip, each wet sound soft and lingering. Zhong Zong reached out, one arm around Yan Lu’s waist, the other supporting his ass, trying to lift him up. His hand, however, landed on something smooth and slippery.

Breathing heavily, he pressed his nose against the sweet-scented hollow of Yan Lu’s neck and looked down.

That tight waistline. Those firm, perky ass. The thin red thong wedged deep between them. The skin there was slightly red, looking a little pitiful.

The sight alone stirred something dark in him, almost pushing him into a state of rough desire. He parted his lips and bit down on Yan Lu’s shoulder, hands never leaving that soft flesh, rubbing and playing with it over and over again.

The filthy, obscene way Zhong Zong kneaded his ass had Yan Lu moaning nonstop. Grabbing Zhong Zong’s shoulders, he suddenly pushed him down and climbed on top, straddling his waist. With one finger, he hooked the thin strap caught between his thighs, pulling it out then letting it snap back into place with a sharp slap, the sound echoing like the beginning of a thrust.

Zhong Zong was breathing lightly, eyes full of hunger and desire. His gaze was dark and glistening, fixed intently on Yan Lu who sat on top of him. That look alone made Yan Lu’s entire body heat up. His heart pounded like thunder, and a slow, creeping shyness began to rise from within. Sweat gathered on his brow as he struggled to hold himself together.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned down and licked Zhong Zong’s lower lip. The position left his ass fully exposed. He shifted his hips, rubbing his hardened nipples against the chest beneath him. His sweat-slick fingers gripped Zhong Zong’s wrist and guided his hand down to touch his ass.

Licking and nibbling at his lips like a needy cat, he barely pressed his tongue between Zhong Zong’s lips and teeth. His voice was thick and muffled as he said,

“Touch me. Please, touch me.”

His quiet moans blended with the motion of his hips, pressing his swollen lower half against Zhong Zong’s abdomen, rubbing up and down in a slow rhythm that mimicked the pace of fucking.

His body was far too sensitive. Just breathing in the scent of Zhong Zong’s pheromones was enough to melt him into a pool of spring water, ready to be taken however the other wanted.