STIDM 8

Zhong Zong, still holding back laughter, got up and went into the room to grab massage oil.

Yan Lu raised a brow. He really had some? Who the hell was it meant for?

He got up and laid himself flat on the soft bed, yanking a pillow over to tuck beneath his stomach.

With his phone in hand, he started browsing online. He needed to find a job, something to survive on.

Zhong Zong came back with a small bottle of oil and climbed onto the bed too. He glanced at Yan Lu’s screen and said, “That site looks sketchy.”

“What?”

“No clue if it’s legit. What if you get scammed?”

Yan Lu nearly laughed. He was a grown man. What the hell was there to scam him for?

Zhong Zong looked serious. “There are tons of ways to scam you. Stop trying to act tough all the time.”

Yan Lu flopped back down without replying. His upper body was bare, and faint finger marks still clung to his waist and abs.

There were small red spots along his back too, all from the night before.

Zhong Zong ran his hand slowly across his skin, then straddled him, bending down to kiss over those marks. He kissed his way up to the back of Yan Lu’s neck, where the gland was.

Yan Lu twitched, tense. “Don’t mess with that.”

Zhong Zong gave the spot a lick. “One of my seniors opened a shop. Want to work there?”

“Senior? Who?”

“You don’t know him.”

Yan Lu didn’t ask again. He shoved Zhong Zong off as the man kept nipping at the back of his neck, then flopped back down and covered the area with his hand.

Zhong Zong just laughed and pulled his hand away. The warm oil rubbed onto his waist, and Zhong Zong began pressing down with firm strokes.

Yan Lu let out a soft moan, his whole body relaxing. Before long, he was flushed all over, worked up from all the rubbing.

He sighed in pleasure, his voice soft and loose, but then he felt something hard pressing up against his ass.

Yan Lu shifted with a sigh. “Why are you getting turned on again?”

Zhong Zong’s breath was warm against his ear as he whispered, “You’re the one moaning so sluttily.”

Who was really sluttier here?

Zhong Zong’s hands were still kneading his waist and abdomen, but the motions quickly changed. They started creeping lower, then moved forward.

Yan Lu grabbed the wandering hand, muttering, “I asked for a massage, not for you to fuck me.”

Zhong Zong shamelessly bit his ear, then pried his hand away and cupped his chest, fingers rolling and tugging at his nipples.

That area was already swollen and sore from last night’s sucking. Now, with him messing with it again, it was a strange mix of numbness and pain.

Yan Lu tried to push up and escape, but Zhong Zong suddenly sank his teeth into his neck.

His body jolted. His voice trembled before he could stop it. “You promised not to mark me.”

Zhong Zong paused, then slowly released his bite. He kissed the faint bite mark and murmured, “Sorry. I won’t do it again.”

Yan Lu let out a soft breath. But right after that, a wave of emptiness washed over him.

He lowered his eyes, feeling completely disinterested.

Zhong Zong must’ve noticed the shift. He gently flipped Yan Lu onto his back.

He kissed along his lashes, his nose. The Alpha pheromones that surrounded him were calm, even soothing.

This wasn’t lust anymore. It was tenderness.

Yan Lu slowly pulled himself out of the swirl of emotions and found it strange.

He frowned, confused. “What just happened to me?”

Zhong Zong looked at him and brushed a finger over his slightly red eyelids. “When an Omega starts getting used to an Alpha’s mark, it’s normal to feel unsettled. I didn’t fully mark you, but it still affects you. I should’ve handled it better. I made you feel unsafe.”

Yan Lu felt off all over. He spread his legs and wrapped them around Zhong Zong’s waist.

“No wonder I suddenly felt like such a damn softie. Fuck, stop kissing me like that, it tickles.”

Looking into Zhong Zong’s eyes full of laughter, Yan Lu ignored his burning ears and yanked him down into a kiss.

“If you’re a man, then fuck me. Quit yapping already.”

His lips parted slightly, letting the Alpha’s tongue slip in. He didn’t back down and tangled with it fiercely, only to end up panting for breath himself.

His body was heating up fast. His clothes were pushed up to his collarbones, exposing two swollen, reddened nipples.

The moment those puffy peaks were touched by rough fingers again, the sensation was unbearable.

Zhong Zong licked and sucked along the faint muscle lines between his chest, while both hands stayed busy toying with his nipples.

The hard tips were pressed down, flattened into the areola, then rubbed in quick, relentless motions.

Yan Lu bit his lip, trying to endure the sharp ache mixed with that unbearable tickle, but his back hole was already leaking slick.

While Zhong Zong played with his chest, his hips subtly ground against Yan Lu’s ass, still separated by the fabric of his pants.

That thick, rock-hard length was trapped inside, heavy and stiff, squeezed between his cheeks, its presence impossible to ignore.

It rubbed against him again and again, pushing the fabric into his hole until it started to feel damp.

Zhong Zong stared at the wet patch, eyes dark, and tugged the soaked cloth aside with a smirk. “Still this needy? Didn’t get enough last night?”

Yan Lu gave him a lazy look. “Special phase, special needs. If you don’t fuck me soon, I’ll handle it myself.”

His eyes were tinged red. The way he glanced up at him made Zhong Zong’s heart skip half a beat.

In the next second, Yan Lu’s pants were stripped off. His ass still bore yesterday’s finger marks, and seeing them made Zhong Zong’s cock twitch.

Between his cheeks, the red and swollen hole clenched and pulsed, dripping slick with every flutter.

Zhong Zong knew it was because of the heat cycle, but still, being this damn lewd was almost too much to handle.

Noticing the way Zhong Zong was staring at his hole, Yan Lu raised a brow and propped one foot on his shoulder. “Wanna lick it?”

Zhong Zong blinked, then looked up and saw that devilish smirk tugging at Yan Lu’s lips. He grabbed his ankle, kissed the side of his calf and answered.

“Of course.”

The kisses came slow and teasing, traveling from his calf all the way up to his inner thigh.

Feeling the tension in his trembling muscles, Zhong Zong’s eyes darkened. Then he sank his teeth into the flesh right near Yan Lu’s thigh root.

Caught off guard, Yan Lu winced and grabbed Zhong Zong’s hair. It didn’t hurt much, but the sudden sting still made him flinch.

He looked down at Zhong Zong’s eyes, dark and intense, and his lips glistened with slick wetness. He couldn’t even tell if it was from himself or Zhong Zong.

Something in his brain short-circuited. Without a shred of shame, he pushed his throbbing cock up to the man’s lips.

“Lick it.”

His voice was thick with need, even he didn’t recognize how sticky it sounded.

Zhong Zong’s lips were red, teeth gleaming white as he obediently took him in, sucking him down with wet, eager motions. His lips turned redder, flushed from the friction, but that only made Yan Lu feel even more unsatisfied.

His hole itched like crazy, pulsing and dripping slick until his ass was practically shining.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He reached behind and spread his cheeks, ready to shove a finger inside himself.

But Zhong Zong caught his wrist and pulled off his cock. The next second, he buried his face between his legs and started licking him.

Yan Lu gasped sharply and collapsed back onto the bed, his body burning up.

His glands were heating, screaming for a mark. A raw, physical craving clawed at him from the inside out.

He covered the back of his neck with one hand, squeezing his legs around the head between them.

His hole twitched under the soft strokes of that tongue, the sensation so intense it nearly broke his mind.

He opened his legs wider, pressed a hand to Zhong Zong’s head, and growled hoarsely.

“Fuck me. Right now.”