STIDM 26

Yan Lu let go of Zhong Zong’s clothes, his eyes red with frustration.

“You messing with me? Stringing me along just for fun? Is this entertaining for you? Huh?”

Seeing that Yan Lu was genuinely upset, Zhong Zong pressed him back against the stone wall. “What are you panicking for? A mark will trigger heat. You really want to be stuck out here in the middle of nowhere for four or five days?”

Yan Lu calmed down slightly after hearing that. He realized this really wasn’t the right time or place. He paused for a long moment before grumbling, unwilling and clearly frustrated. “Shit. Other people get Alphas begging to mark them, forcing it even. Why is it that when it comes to me, I’m the one begging, desperate to be marked?”

Zhong Zong leaned in and bit his cheek with a teasing smile. “Other people only have to worry about rival Alphas. Me? I’ve got to watch out for Alphas, Betas, and even Omegas. Neither of us has it fair, which makes us a perfect match.”

Yan Lu was thrown off a bit by this “perfect match” logic but didn’t feel like arguing in the middle of this situation. He lifted his leg and nudged the soft bulge between Zhong Zong’s thighs, voice low and suggestive. “Wanna do it out here?”

“…”

Zhong Zong said nothing. He simply let go, allowing Yan Lu to push him down in his usual eager way.

The zipper on Zhong Zong’s tracksuit was yanked open. Yan Lu’s fluffy head moved from his chest, lips sucking all the way down to the ridges of his abs.

His red tongue slid wetly across the skin, back and forth, while his hands roughly kneaded the firm muscles beneath them. Zhong Zong indulged him with quiet fondness, letting Yan Lu do whatever he pleased.

Half-kneeling, Yan Lu looked up at him, just about to speak when Zhong Zong gently rested a hand on his head and gave the slightest nod. The pressure was so tender it almost felt like he was saying, “Good boy.”

That strange sensation made Yan Lu a little shy. A sudden heat rose within him. Trying to cover his embarrassment, he pulled down Zhong Zong’s track pants. When the bulge in his underwear came into view, he leaned in and licked it through the fabric.

Zhong Zong tilted his head back slightly, closed his eyes, and let out a low moan of pleasure. His fingers dug into Yan Lu’s hair, then slid down to his burning neck and the pink-dusted tip of his ear.

Yan Lu’s tongue licked and sucked, soaking a large patch of the cloth. He reached up, palming the cock through the fabric, feeling out the shape with greedy fingers. He pressed down on the shaft, rubbing it with purpose, and felt the thick, heavy weight in his hand. His eyes burned with hunger and need as he slowly pulled down Zhong Zong’s briefs.

The tip had barely slipped out when Yan Lu couldn’t hold back a shaky gasp. His hot breath washed over the swollen, flushed glans, making the already sensitive cock twitch in response.

Zhong Zong finally moved his hand away from Yan Lu’s sensitive earlobe. He casually tugged his underwear down, adjusted his stance, then grabbed the same cock that had made Yan Lu weak and cum countless times before.

Without the slightest hint of shame, he rubbed the swollen tip along Yan Lu’s lips.

“Yan Yan.”

The voice was wet, low, and soft, almost like a spoiled plea. Yan Lu’s face flushed red, and for some reason, a classic line from one of Shi Ying’s trashy novels popped into his head.

He glared up at Zhong Zong and grunted, “Don’t be slutty.”

“Pfft—”

Zhong Zong couldn’t hold it in. He clutched his mouth, laughing so hard his whole body trembled.

Yan Lu burned with shame. He swung his arm and tried to pull away.

But Zhong Zong, still laughing uncontrollably, grabbed him by the neck to keep him from leaving. And then, shameless as ever, he said, “Baby, I’m not laughing myself limp yet. Keep going.”

Despite the humiliation, Yan Lu was turned on too. He leaned in and wrapped his lips around Zhong Zong’s cock.

He sucked gently at the tip, tongue swirling against the slit. His hand wrapped around the shaft, stroking steadily with just the right pressure.

When an Alpha ejaculates, a knot swells at the base of their cock. It locks them deep inside, keeping everything in to make sure the Omega gets properly impregnated

Every time Zhong Zong knotted, it stretched Yan Lu so wide he couldn’t even close his legs afterward.

That thing was no joke. Which is why no matter how much he used his mouth, he could never bring him to orgasm that way. His jaw just wouldn’t survive it.

Just thinking about it made him a little worried. What if doing it too much really turned him into some loose slut? That thought was terrifying.

His expression must’ve been too conflicted, because Zhong Zong pinched his nose and asked in a low voice,

“What’s wrong?”

With a worried face, Yan Lu shared what was on his mind. Zhong Zong didn’t feel like laughing anymore. He was afraid he might actually go soft this time, so he hauled Yan Lu up and kissed the lips that had just been fucked until they were slightly red.

One hand wrapped around Yan Lu’s ass, kneading it slowly and lewdly. “Isn’t it better if it gets stretched a bit more? That way, little Yan Yan will come out easier in the future.”

Yan Lu’s face turned crimson. He glared hard at Zhong Zong. “You pervert.”

“I’m a fucking pervert.”

“You..”

Before he could finish, a sudden chill hit his ass. His pants had already been yanked down. Zhong Zong rubbed him over the outside for a moment before spreading his cheeks and reaching toward his hole. That spot was already wet and sticky from earlier, when Yan Lu had been kneeling and giving him blowjob.

Even with just one finger inside, Yan Lu’s hole greedily clung to it, sucking obscenely around the knuckle and refusing to let it go.

Zhong Zong slapped his ass hard. The sound echoed through the trees, and his palm came away slick. He leaned in, biting Yan Lu’s earlobe, and murmured,

“So fucking wet. If this keeps up, both our pants are gonna be soaked. How are we supposed to go back like this?”

Yan Lu was way too turned on to care about Zhong Zong’s useless chatter. He shoved him down right where they were, yanked his own pants halfway down, and grabbed Zhong Zong’s cock, trying to sit on it right then and there.

Zhong Zong could only let out a helpless laugh. He quickly gripped Yan Lu’s waist, worried the other would go too wild and end up hurting himself if he just slammed down on it.

That soaked hole was tight, almost resisting the intrusion. But once the thickest part slipped in, everything else sank in smoothly. His ass dropping all the way down in one go.

Yan Lu’s legs trembled from the overwhelming stretch. He could feel the fullness, every inch of his lower body stuffed.,

A low, pleasured hum slipped from his throat as he leaned forward, palms pressed to Zhong Zong’s firm abs. His round, toned ass settled flush against Zhong Zong’s hips as he began to grind, rocking back and forth.

Because it was buried so deep, and there wasn’t any thrusting yet, Yan Lu simply clenched around the thick cock with his hole. He rocked in small, self-pleasing motions, using the tightness of his ass to squeeze, twisting his waist to make the entire shaft shift inside him. It rubbed against every sensitive spot, grinding in slow waves, sometimes hitting just right, sometimes barely touching.

Zhong Zong’s cheeks were tinged pink. This kind of slow, teasing sex was pure torture for him. But Yan Lu had grabbed his hands and wouldn’t let him move. He was the only one going wild on top, and Zhong Zong could only suffer through it.

Eventually, Yan Lu got too worked up. He started dropping his hips harder, again and again, slamming down with more force. The cock kept pressing up against his prostate, making his hole clench and spasm as slick fluids oozed out from where they were connected.

The grip of his hands loosened. Face flushed, Yan Lu steadied himself with one hand on his knee, while the other reached for his cock, stroking it in rhythm with his movements.

Just as he let his guard down, Zhong Zong wrapped an arm around his waist and sat up, suddenly thrusting up hard from underneath.

“Ah…!”

The next sound out of him was a shattered moan, broken and wild, pouring out in stuttering waves of ecstasy.

His moans were knocked loose, turning into a messy, relentless rhythm that matched the wet sound of ass cheeks slapping against thighs.

Zhong Zong spread that trembling, soaked ass wide, keeping it from clenching tight. With the hole stretched open, he pounded in fast and deep. Slick noises echoed as his thick cock drove in and out of the flushed entrance, splitting it open inch by inch.

He bit down on Yan Lu’s shoulder, gripping his ass hard while thrusting up fiercely. The body above him shook nonstop, almost falling backward from how deep he was being fucked.

Zhong Zong flipped Yan Lu over, slamming him to the ground. He pinned his shoulders down, staring at him with a gaze full of domination. His hips ground hard between Yan Lu’s spread legs, pressing mercilessly into that delicate, hypersensitive spot.

His balls smacked wetly against the swollen hole, his hips grinding into soft thighs that were now flushed and trembling from friction and strain. The pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure until it was impossible to separate the two.

Yan Lu clutched the tree root beneath him with both hands, eyes dazed, body drowning in lust that was about to swallow him whole.