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Shen Yuan winced as another cramp hit him. “Fucking pre-heat,” he muttered, rubbing his stomach. His heat was a day away and Shen Yuan felt like shit. He was trying to make a nest, but nothing looked right and there weren’t enough pillows and-
“Fuck!”
He tripped over a blanket on the floor, the material twisting around his foot. There was a rush of footsteps and the door opened, revealing his boyfriend.
“You okay, bro? I heard-”
Shen Yuan hissed and threw a pillow at Shang Qinghua’s face, who hastily closed the door. He groaned as he picked himself up off the floor, dusting himself off. Surveying his bedroom, he looked at the mess on the floor and his mess of a nest on his bed. Fuck this.
Shang Qinghua gulped as he quickly closed the door, hearing the pillow meant for his face hit the door with a whump. His omega boyfriend was scary when he went into pre-heat, hormones making him volatile. A-Yuan was pretty adorable, though, when he went into actual heat, all cuddly and needy.
Shang Qinghua himself was a beta, mostly unaffected by the heat pheromones he could barely smell from his boyfriend. His scent was weak too, although Shen Yuan assured him that he liked his scent very, very much.
He made his way over to their kitchen, which wasn’t much of a kitchen, just a stove, fridge, sink, microwave, and some cabinets shoved into one small corner of their shitty apartment. Shang Qinghua opened the fridge, rummaging around for a drink. He found a half-empty bottle of some sugary energy concoction, and quickly chugged it down. Once Shen Yuan’s heat came, he would definitely need the energy. He was no alpha, with a rut to power him through his omega’s heat or knot to lock them together.
Sometimes he wondered, was he enough for his boyfriend? Did Shen Yuan want more? Did he want an alpha to spend his heats with; an alpha that could take care of him, scent him and properly claim him as his own? Closing his eyes tightly, Shang Qinghua shook those thoughts away. Stupid, he scolded himself. A-Yuan doesn’t think about that kind of stuff. A-Yuan’s told me multiple times he’s interested in me, right? Though he repeated those words in his head, Shang Qinghua still felt something was missing; like there was a hole in his heart that could only be filled by Shen Yuan.
He made his way over to the table, where his old, crappy laptop was open. He was in the process of finishing up another chapter of Proud Immortal Demon Way. PIDW was his brain baby, his magnum opus, his story born from five hours of sleep and Red Bull. It was oh so easy to crank out a 10k word update in one day and write scenes upon scenes of papapa. His boyfriend called it ‘gratuitous smut’- Shang Qinghua thought of it as more of an expression of passion. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders back before positioning his fingers over the keyboard. One more sex scene wouldn’t hurt, right?
It was about two hours later when he heard the door to his bedroom open. He turned around in his chair to see his boyfriend drag himself out of their bedroom.
“Are you feeling okay, A-Yuan?” Shang Qinghua asked, taking in his dishevelled appearance. The beta watched as Shen Yuan walked over to the ratty couch and promptly plopped himself down face first.
“Kill me now,” Shen Yuan groaned, turning himself around and adjusting his glasses. Shang Qinghua closed his laptop with a sigh, sighing as he got out of his chair. He crouched down beside his boyfriend, carding his fingers through smooth, straight black hair.
“You look like shit.”
Shen Yuan glared at his boyfriend. He was trying to hold back a flinch from another cramp while simultaneously holding back a moan from the feeling of Shang Qinghua’s fingers in his hair.
He mustered up enough strength to ask, “Do we have leftovers in the fridge? I don’t think I’ll have much of an opportunity to eat later.”
Shang Qinghua hummed. “We finished the leftovers yesterday, but I think we still got stuff in the fridge. I can try and cook-”
“No!”
“C’mon, I can cook! Sort of.”
“You set the rice cooker on fire!” Shen Yuan hissed.
“It was one time!” Shang Qinghua defended. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t the best cook, but, “I think we have some cup noodles?”
“Oh, what the hell,” Shen Yuan muttered, getting up. “Remind me to buy more groceries after this.” His joints creaked in protest. Shen Yuan ambled his way over to the kitchen, Shang Qinghua trailing behind him. As he put the water on the stove to boil, Shang Qinghua watched from the table, resting his head on his hand.
“You need to stop buying this crap, it’s not good for you,” the omega mumbled, pouring hot water into the styrofoam cup.
“Cup noodles are amazing! I lived solely on that stuff before we started living together. Plus, I’m still alive, aren’t I?” Shang Qinghua grinned, watching as his boyfriend stirred the noodles around.
Shen Yuan snorted. “Keep eating this shit and you’re gonna die before you’re 30, A-Hua.”
“What do you mean? They’ll make me live forever!”
As Shang Qinghua got ready for bed, he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. His eyes moved from his shaggy brown hair that fell just below his ears to his slightly chubby cheeks. He was pretty skinny and scrawny and honestly didn’t know what A-Yuan saw in him. He was just the shitty author of a shitty novel.
“Hey! Are you coming to bed or what?”
Shang Qinghua was startled out of his brain-angsting from his boyfriend’s shout. He carefully opened the door to their bedroom, wanting to avoid having a pillow thrown at his head.
“Can I-?” He gestured at Shen Yuan’s nest. The omega nodded, patting the space beside him. Shang Qinghua clambered onto the bed, taking care to not mess up the nest, lest he wanted to sleep on the couch.
He sat down beside his boyfriend, leaning back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling.
“What’s with you today? You’re being so quiet,” Shen Yuan put down the book he was reading and looked at his boyfriend, who was being abnormally silent. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Shang Qinghua mumbled, taking his glasses off. “I’m fine.”
“No,” Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes at Shang Qinghua, “there’s something bothering you. What is it?”
Shang Qinghua turned indignantly to his boyfriend. “I already told you, it’s nothing!”
Shen Yuan’s expression didn’t change. “Clearly there’s something bothering you, why don’t you tell me?”
“There isn’t!”
“Yes, there is!”
“A-Hua,” Shen Yuan said softly, “if anything’s bothering you, you can tell me.” Shang Qinghua sighed, pouting at his boyfriend.
“Fine! It’s stupid anyway.” Shang Qinghua mumbled, eyes downcast. “Even though we’re living together, I- I don’t know why you chose to stick with me. I mean, I’m just a crappy author that barely makes money. I’m not that good looking, I’m just a beta, I can’t provide for you. I don’t deserve to be with you- not like this.”
Shen Yuan’s eyes softened. His boyfriend was feeling insecure- this called for emergency measures. He suddenly got up on his knees and swung his leg so that he was straddling Shang Qinghua’s lap.
“Wh-what..?”
Shen Yuan grabbed his A-Hua’s face with both hands, squishing his cheeks together. “You listen here. I didn’t choose to be with you out of pity; I love you for the person you are. It doesn’t matter to me that you’re a beta. It doesn’t change anything. And though I may be one of your criticizers-,”
“More like, biggest criticizer,” Shang Qinghua muttered.
“-I’ll always be your greatest supporter. There isn’t anyone in the world who could ever take your place,” Shen Yuan finished, staring right into Shang Qinghua’s eyes.
“Hmm.. maybe. What about that little alpha that followed you around in high school?” Shang Qinghua said, recalling the boy that his boyfriend used to tutor back when they had been seniors and had just started dating.
Shen Yuan scrunched up his nose. “You mean Luo Binghe? The kid whose name you so graciously stole for your novel?”
Shang Qinghua laughed sheepishly. “Huh, so that’s where that name came from. I was wondering where I came up with that.”
Shen Yuan rolled his eyes. “Regardless of that,” he huffed, “you’re the one I want to be with. I don’t care about your dynamic, your looks, or your shitty ass writing. I want to be with you. Not some big, muscly, rich alpha.”
Shang Qinghua’s lips trembled, his eyes burning with unshed tears. He pressed his face into the crook of Shen Yuan’s neck, exhaling shakily.
“Thanks, A-Yuan,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Shen Yuan’s hands gently rubbed up and down his arms, tenderly grasping his hair and tilting his head up for a kiss. Their lips pressed softly together. No tongue or biting, just gentle movements. Shen Yuan ran his fingers through soft brown hair while Shang Qinghua wrapped his arms around Shen Yuan’s waist. Shen Yuan slowly broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Shang Qinghua’s. They both looked at each other and smiled. Shen Yuan pressed one last kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.
“Why don’t we get some rest? We have quite a busy day tomorrow, if you know what I mean.” Shen Yuan trailed his finger down Shang Qinghua’s neck suggestively.
Shang Qinghua shuddered at the provocative tone of voice. Shen Yuan stood up from his boyfriend’s lap and switched the bedside lamp off, and lay back down, facing Shang Qinghua. Shen Yuan wrapped an arm around Shang Qinghua’s waist and pressed his face into his chest, breathing in his scent. Shang Qinghua hugged the omega closer to him and buried his nose in his hair.
“I love you, A-Yuan.”
When Shang Qinghua woke up, he felt happy, content and warm. Very warm. The hell? Why is it so hot in here? Oh yeah.
Shen Yuan’s heat-ridden body was wrapped around him like a clingy octopus. Shang Qinghua carefully extricated himself from his boyfriend’s arms, internally squealing when Shen Yuan’s lips drew into a pout and he pressed his face further into the pillow.
Shang Qinghua blinked the remnants of sleep from his eyes, walking over to the kitchen. After minutes of searching, he managed to find a few packets of instant oatmeal hidden in one of their cupboards. He squinted his eyes and held a packet at varying distances from his face to try and read the instructions without his glasses.
Shang Qinghua sat on the tattered couch, stirring his bowl of mush. He was pretty sure he added too much hot water, judging from its soup-like quality. A creak came from the bedroom door followed by some shuffling. Shen Yuan leaned heavily against Shang Qinghua’s side and pressed his face into his shoulder.
“What’re you eating?” Shen Yuan asked, voice muffled by Shang Qinghua’s shoulder.
Shang Qinghua turned his face and pressed a kiss onto Shen Yuan’s forehead. “Oatmeal,” he mumbled into his hair.
“Gimme.” Shen Yuan grabbed the bowl of oatmeal and ate a spoonful. He made a face. “How the hell did you manage to fuck this up too?”
“It’s not so bad,” Shang Qinghua defended. “I just put in a little too much water.”
“Didn’t you read the instructions?”
“I did! They were a bit fuzzy.”
“You goddamn idiot,” Shen Yuan groaned, dropping his head back down onto Shang Qinghua’s shoulder.
Shang Qinghua laughed.
It was still late morning when they were sitting on the couch watching the television. Shen Yuan sat between his A-Hua’s legs, leaning back against his boyfriend’s chest. His heat hadn’t started yet, but he was feeling feverish and his mind was hazy.
“What do you think about this one?” Shang Qinghua asked, eyes still glued to the screen. They had hooked up Shang Qinghua’s laptop to the T.V and were watching fan-made animations of Proud Immortal Demon Way. It was flattering to know that there were fans who liked his novel so much that they made their own animations for it.
Shen Yuan hummed. “I like this one better than the last one. The animation is less choppy, but was it really necessary to give Sha Hualing such big tits?”
“I think it’s accurate enough,” Shang Qinghua replied. “The artist did her justice.”
Shen Yuan snorted. “In what universe does any woman have breasts that large? It’s unrealistic.”
“It’s for the fans!” Shang Qinghua cried. “They’re the ones who want women with bountiful, bouncy bosoms.”
Shen Yuan rolled his eyes to the heavens. “You need to stop giving into their demands. Write something with an actual plot. Do you know how many plot holes you left?”
Shang Qinghua grinned. “Pretty sure last time you told me it was 158.”
Shang Qinghua was convinced that his A-Yuan knew the novel better than the author. Oh, how surprised he was when he found out that his best friend and new boyfriend at the time was actually his greatest critic. A lot of Shen Yuan’s essay-worthy comments were actually quite helpful. He just gave into his fans’ demands because he needed to get paid, dammit!
Shen Yuan suddenly groaned, turning his head and pressing his face into Shang Qinghua’s shoulder.
“Hey! You alright?” Shang Qinghua brought a hand up and started running his fingers through Shen Yuan’s hair.
“I’m fine, I just feel like crap,” Shen Yuan sighed. He closed his eyes at the feeling of Shang Qinghua’s fingers running through his hair. It felt nice- comforting. He liked it when his mate took care of him. Unknowingly, he let out a purr.
Shang Qinghua startled at the sound. Did A-Yuan just purr? He let out a little giggle.
“What?” Shen Yuan glared, unhappy that the hair petting stopped.
Shang Qinghua giggled again. “You just purred.”
Shen Yuan’s face burned at that. “I did not!”
“Yes, you did!” Shang Qinghua laughed. “It was cute.”
Shen Yuan thumped his head against Shang Qinghua’s shoulder in mortification, his face beet red all the way down to his neck. “‘M not cute,” he muttered.
“Yes you are,” Shang Qinghua said, grinning. “It’s fine. It’s a normal omega thing to do, right?”
“Shut up, you fucker,” Shen Yuan grumbled.
Shang Qinghua snickered, but resumed running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. Shen Yuan’s eyes fluttered shut, giving into the exhaustion of his heat. Shang Qinghua’s smile softened. It was nice seeing his boyfriend like this. Much different from his usual hard ass attitude.
I won’t tell A-Yuan that he purrs when he sleeps.
When Shen Yuan woke up, he immediately knew that his heat had arrived. His body burned, desire coursing through him like a tidal wave. He was struck with the urge to be filled, to be bred; his cock was already hard and straining against his underwear. He turned around and straddled Shang Qinghua’s lap. Shen Yuan started grinding against him, pushing his ass down on his boyfriend’s clothed dick.
“Hmm, ah- A-Yuan?!”
Shang Qinghua woke up with a start. He was greeted with the sight of his boyfriend moaning while grinding down on him. Needless to say, his cock was very interested. Shen Yuan noticed that his eyes were open and grabbed Shang Qinghua’s face, pulling him into a filthy kiss.
“ Mmmph !” Shang Qinghua’s eyes widened at the sudden demanding pressure against his lips. He quickly gave in and opened his mouth, meeting Shen Yuan’s tongue with his own. Shen Yuan’s tongue was relentless, licking over every surface in his mouth. He pushed back, thrusting his own tongue into Shen Yuan’s mouth, taking over the kiss. He moved his hands from Shen Yuan’s waist to his ass, giving the firm globes a squeeze. Shen Yuan broke the kiss with a gasp, a bridge of saliva still connecting them. Shen Yuan moved onto his neck, mouthing at the skin. The omega nipped at the skin just below Shang Qinghua’s ear. He gently bit at the ear lobe before whispering, his breath warm against Qinghua’s skin. “ Take me.”
Shit. That was hot. Shang Qinghua slipped a hand under both of Shen Yuan’s thighs, securing them around his waist. He hoisted the both of them up, feeling the light brush of Shen Yuan’s lips down his neck as he staggered to their bedroom. They both stumbled into the nest before Shang Qinghua pushed Shen Yuan down and attacked his lips. Shen Yuan moaned, spreading his legs and wrapping them around Shang Qinghua’s waist.
Shang Qinghua licked his way into Shen Yuan’s mouth, running his tongue around the backs of his boyfriend’s teeth and rubbed his tongue against the other’s. He sucked on Shen Yuan’s tongue, shuddering when those legs wrapped around his waist tightened. He broke the kiss with a wet plop. Raising his eyes, he nearly came from the sight that was his A-Yuan. His omega’s face was flushed down to his neck- his pupils were dilated so wide there was only a thin brown ring around them. Shen Yuan’s lips were swollen and red, shiny from the saliva coating them.
Breathing hard, Shen Yuan tugged at his boyfriend’s shirt. “Off,” he demanded.
They both sat up, swiftly taking their shirts off. Shang Qinghua grabbed Shen Yuan by the waist and dragged him fiercely onto his lap. Shang Qinghua arched his neck up, meeting Shen Yuan in a furious exchange of saliva.
Shang Qinghua pressed a kiss to the corner of Shen Yuan’s mouth. Then to his jaw, trailing kisses all along his neck. Shang Qinghua pressed his nose to the sweat-slicked skin, breathing in the scent of his A-Yuan’s heat. The faint fragrance of green tea leaves surrounded Shen Yuan, leaving Shang Qinghua wanting more- wanting to taste more. He mouthed at the slightly raised skin at the base of the neck, where Shen Yuan’s scent glands were located.
Shen Yuan moaned at the feeling of having that sensitive spot stimulated. As good as it felt, he was filled with the desire to be stuffed with his mate’s cock. He reached a hand down and started lightly palming at the erection hidden under a pair of sweatpants.
Shang Qinghua gasped as he felt Shen Yuan rubbing at his dick.
“ Ah- ha ah , oh shit, A-Yuan!” he breathed, hips giving a stuttering thrust up into Shen Yuan’s hand.
Shang Qinghua pushed his boyfriend down onto the bed again. He leaned down and attached his lips to one rosy bud. Shang Qinghua swirled the nipple with his tongue while massaging and pinching its twin with his fingers. He gently bit down, delighting in the stuttered cry he received.
Shen Yuan panted with pleasure. The feeling of Shang Qinghua’s mouth on his nipples felt exquisite. His back arched, mouth falling opening in a silent "o".
Shang Qinghua's mouth left Shen Yuan's nipples as he kissed his way down the omega's stomach. He pushed himself back up, admiring his work. Shen Yuan's nipples were swollen and red. Hickeys were scattered all over his torso. Marks of his claim, Shang Qinghua thought smugly.
Shang Qinghua tugged at Shen Yuan’s sweatpants, urging him to lift his hips to slide them down.
“Ah- ah , oh yes!” Shen Yuan cried. Shang Qinghua’s hand was wrapped around his dick, pumping leisurely. The omega’s thighs trembled, hips attempting to buck up, only to be stopped by a firm hand.
Shang Qinghua grinned at his boyfriend’s reaction. It gave him such an ego boost knowing that he was able to elicit such passionate responses from his A-Yuan. No one but him would be able to see his omega undone like this.
Shang Qinghua gently circled Shen Yuan’s wet opening with the tip of his finger. He pushed the tip of his finger in, never going past the first knuckle. The beta delighted in the way the slick-soaked rim fluttered and clenched around his finger, almost as if it didn’t want him to go. Slowly, he pushed his finger all the way in, relishing in the tight, wet heat that surrounded him.
Shen Yuan’s eyes half-lidded as he threw his head back in pleasure. One finger barely stretched him out, but the drag of Shang Qinghua’s finger along his inner walls felt amazing. As good as it felt, Shen Yuan wanted more. He wanted to be stretched wide, preferably around Shang Qinghua’s cock.
“More, p-put another- hah ah, oh yes there - in me,” Shen Yuan gasped, whimpering when the finger grazed his prostate.
Shang Qinghua added another finger at his boyfriend’s request. He scissored his fingers, stretching those smooth, velvety walls. He soon added a third finger, fucking Shen Yuan’s hole steadily with them. Shang Qinghua made sure to occasionally hit his prostate, earning himself a wail each time.
The omega gave a short cry at each thrust of those fingers. Shen Yuan was so close- he could feel the pleasurable pressure pooling in his stomach.
“Oh shit ! A-Hua!”
Shang Qinghua took Shen Yuan into his mouth, bobbing his head around the omega’s cock. He thrusted his fingers furiously, hitting the other’s prostate with accurate precision. Shen Yuan came with a choked cry; his inner muscles squeezed and contracted around Shang Qinghua’s fingers.
Shen Yuan’s mind blanked. His hands clenched the bed sheets as his body spasmed, and his nerves sang as he experienced his first in-heat orgasm of the night. When he came to, he noticed Shang Qinghua still lapping at his cock. He tugged the beta up by his hair, then wrapped his arms around Shang Qinghua’s shoulders and tugged him down for a kiss. He could taste his seed on Shang Qinghua’s lips.
Shang Qinghua broke the kiss, breathing heavily. He watched as Shen Yuan brought up a finger and wiped the sperm that had escaped from the side of his mouth. The omega brought his finger to his mouth, sucking his finger clean of his own release with a moan.
Shang Qinghua’s eyes widened. His heart was sent racing at such an erotic display. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you’ll be the death of me, A-Yuan.”
Shen Yuan merely offered a sultry smile in return. He lifted one of his legs and hooked it behind Shang Qinghua’s back, pulling Shang Qinghua flush against him. Shen Yuan rolled his hips, cock already hardening despite having just come.
“Ah, fuck ,” Shang Qinghua gasped heavily. He pressed his face into his boyfriend’s neck, sucking hickies into the creamy white skin. He felt Shen Yuan place a hand on his shoulder, felt vertigo as Shen Yuan flipped them around. Shen Yuan straddled his waist, leaning over him as his fingers trailed delicately down Shang Qinghua’s chest.
Shen Yuan shuffled himself down so that he was sitting on Shang Qinghua’s knees. He tugged Shang Qinghua’s pants and underwear down to expose the beta’s straining erection. Shen Yuan wrapped his hand around it, using his thumb to spread the pre-come dotting the tip.
Shang Qinghua’s breath hitched. Sparks of pleasure shot through him as Shen Yuan lazily pumped his dick. His heart rate shot through the roof as he watched Shen Yuan lean down and kiss the tip of his manhood. Shang Qinghua’s eyes widened as Shen Yuan raised his eyes up, making direct contact with him as he suckled the tip of his cock. The omega’s lips left his weeping erection with a wet plop.
Shen Yuan shuffled himself back up to sit on Shang Qinghua’s hips, reaching behind him to stroke the beta’s cock. “I want you in me,” he purred, raising himself on his knees. He rubbed the tip of the erection against his sopping entrance. He was stopped by Shang Qinghua’s hand quickly grabbing his hip.
“Wait!”
Shang Qinghua didn’t want to come just yet. He wanted to be able to satisfy his omega before he gave in to release. Shen Yuan’s heat practically eliminated his refractory period, enabling him to reach orgasm after orgasm, and Shang Qinghua had no such liberties. He urged Shen Yuan off his body, amused by the pout he received. Shang Qinghua leaned over the side of the bed, reaching underneath. He propped himself back up, placing a shoebox on the bed. He opened it up, revealing a small collection of toys they had amassed over the years. Shang Qinghua chose a bright red dildo, prized by him for being neither too big nor too small.
“A-Yuan, get on your hands and knees.”
Shen Yuan saw what his boyfriend had in his hand, his heat-addled mind protesting. “I want you,” he whined, “not some toy.”
“C’mon, A-Yuan! It’ll be fine,” Shang Qinghua reassured. “It’ll feel just as good. Turn around, please. For me?”
Shen Yuan glared a little, but relented. He begrudgingly went on his hands and knees, arching his back so that his ass was on display.
Shang Qinghua shamelessly stared at his boyfriend’s ass. He could see his tight hole, bright red from his fingering and dripping with slick. Shang Qinghua trailed the end of the dildo along the cleft of Shen Yuan’s ass. He nudged the tip in, twisting the toy around but not quite going in.
Shen Yuan turned his head around and glared at Shang Qinghua. He was getting impatient. His inner omega wanted his mate, but his mate was denying him.
Shang Qinghua spread Shen Yuan’s slick around the toy, taking care to make sure it was thoroughly lubricated. He slowly pushed it into the twitching pink entrance, letting Shen Yuan adjust as it was larger than his fingers. Once it was fully inside, he set a fast pace, brutally thrusting the toy, taking no time to tease his boyfriend.
Shen Yuan cried out as his insides were ravaged. The omega sobbed as the silicone toy hit his prostate hard. He could feel tears running down his face from the sheer amount of pleasure he was experiencing. His mind cried, yes, yes,
“YES!” Shen Yuan’s body quaked at the force of his orgasm.
Shang Qinghua continued to pump the toy in and out of that bewitching entrance through the entirety of Shen Yuan’s orgasm. He carefully slid the toy out, watching as the slick-soaked rim continued to close around air.
Shen Yuan collapsed on the bed, body still trembling through the aftershocks of his release. The air was heady with the scent of sex and Shen Yuan’s released pheromones. Just by breathing, Shang Qinghua’s pupils dilated and his heart beat faster; the yearning to fill Shen Yuan was almost unbearable.
The omega snuggled against his boyfriend as the beta laid down beside him. Shen Yuan pressed his nose against Shang Qinghua’s neck. He took a deep breath, the scent of his mate driving his body mad.
Mine, he’s all mine. I want him to mark me. I want him in me, Shen Yuan thought hazily. He wanted Shang Qinghua to claim him, to bite his neck. He wanted proof for the world to see that the man beside him was his .
“A-Yuan,” Shang Qinghua ran his hand up and down Shen Yuan’s back. “Are you up for another round or are you good for now?” Shang Qinghua knew that the night definitely wasn't over yet. It could take up to several rounds before Shen Yuan's heat was sated.
“Mmm,” Shen Yuan moaned, “you haven’t given me yours yet.” He emphasized his point by rubbing a hand Shang Qinghua’s still swollen erection.
Shang Qinghua sucked in a breath, chest heaving. God, he really didn’t want to hold back any longer. He rolled himself atop his boyfriend, and fiercely attacked Shen Yuan’s mouth, stifling a groan when Shen Yuan bit his bottom lip.
Shen Yuan nipped and tugged at Shang Qinghua’s lips, soothing the sting with his tongue; he was physically unable to resist the bare, animalistic instinct that took over him.
“A-Hua, take me now- I want you in me so bad ,” he panted desperately.
Shang Qinghua relented, seeing Shen Yuan was almost delirious with pleasure. He lifted Shen Yuan’s legs and placed them over his shoulders.
“Is this alright?” he asked, not wanting Shen Yuan to feel uncomfortable.
Shen Yuan nodded. “ Please,” he gasped.
Shang Qinghua grasped himself in his hand and guided his member towards Shen Yuan’s entrance, then paused. He glanced at Shen Yuan, who was pouting at him.
“Don’t stop,” he whined.
Shang Qinghua’s lips curled. He leaned over Shen Yuan, nudging slightly at his entrance but not quite going in.
“You’re mine,” he whispered. Oh, how he’d wanted to say those words since the moment they’d met. “You’re my mate.”
Shen Yuan’s hands tightened in the sheets. “And I am yours,” he answered, breathless with anticipation.
He rocked his hips in, slick spreading eagerly around his cock.
"Oh yes, like that." Shen Yuan tipped his head back as that hot length filled him. His head spinning at the intimate feeling of fullness.
Shang Qinghua gave a full-body shudder when he finally bottomed out. He gasped as those pliant yet tight inner muscles squeezed around him. Shang Qinghua slowly pulled out, almost leaving the deliciously tight heat, watching Shen Yuan stare up at him.
Shang Qinghua slid his cock back in leisurely, listening as Shen Yuan made those deliciously lewd moans that make Shang Qinghua want to hear more and more. He snapped his hips forward, Shen Yuan’s cry of ecstasy ringing in his ears.
“Ah! Ah- ah ! Yes- oh there! Ha- yes, yes, YES!”
Shen Yuan was in a state of euphoria; the heat within him was finally being quenched. His hips bucked up to match Shang Qinghua’s relentless pace. Shen Yuan’s eyes half-lidded. Shang Qinghua’s shaft reached so far inside of him, hitting all the right places.
“Fuck! Right there! Ah- harder ! Fuck me, b-breed me! Bite me, mark me!”
Bite me.
Shang Qinghua’s mind short-circuited. He wants me to bite him? He wants to be my mate? His hips slowed down their attack.
He looked down at Shen Yuan. “You- you want me to mark you?”
Is this just another product of heat-induced ramblings? A-Yuan’s never mentioned anything about marking before. Does… does he really mean it?
Shen Yuan looked up at Shang Qinghua. “That’s what I said, are you deaf?”
Despite his heat clouding most of his judgement, he knew he wanted this. He’d pondered over it for a long time, but never knew how or when to bring it up, which was mostly out of embarrassment, but now was the perfect opportunity.
“Are you sure?” Shang Qinghua’s hair fell over his face, obscuring his eyes.
Shen Yuan heaved out a sigh. Honestly, his boyfriend’s lack of confidence in their relationship was more than frustrating. “A-Hua, I wouldn’t ask you to do it if I didn’t want it. I wouldn’t even be here, had I not wanted to.”
He brushed some of Shang Qinghua’s hair away from his eyes. “I’ve told you that I love you,” he whispered. “And I’ll say it again and again, as many times as it takes, to make you believe it.”
Shang Qinghua could hardly believe that the man before him was real. Shen Yuan wanted him as a mate. Shen Yuan, who complained about his bad habits and tried to make him eat healthy, wanted him as a mate. Shen Yuan, who grumped about his unrealistic, shitty ass writing, wanted him as a mate. He could barely feel the hot tears tracing down his cheeks.
“Yes,” he gasped. “I’ll be your mate.” Shang Qinghua was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. He leaned down and peppered kisses all over Shen Yuan’s face.
“I love you. I love you so much, A-Yuan,” he babbled, pressing his face into Shen Yuan’s neck. He felt Shen Yuan’s arms wrap around his shoulders, rubbing his back soothingly.
“Hey, shh, don’t cry.” Shen Yuan cooed. Shang Qinghua only sobbed harder, his emotions overwhelming him.
“You realize your dick is still in me, right?”
Shang Qinghua’s crying abruptly stopped. His head jerked up, eyes widened comically. Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan locked eyes. They both burst out laughing, loud peals of laughter followed by breathless gasping.
“You- ah ha haha- I cannot believe you,” Shang Qinghua wheezed.
Below him, Shen Yuan was laughing so hard that only choked gasps could be heard. When they both calmed down, Shang Qinghua pressed a gentle kiss to Shen Yuan’s mouth.
“I want to make love to you,” he whispered against Shen Yuan’s lips. “I’ll mark you properly,” he continued. “You’ll be my mate.”
“Well, get to it,” Shen Yuan smirked. His eyes fluttered shut as Shang Qinghua gently rolled his hips.
“Mm,” he moaned, feeling the sparks of pleasure leisurely flow within him. His arousal coursed through him like a lazy river.
“Ah- ah.” Shen Yuan let out a stuttered gasp, his thighs tightening around Shang Qinghua’s waist.
Shang Qinghua ground his hips in slow circles, stimulating Shen Yuan’s prostate. He whimpered when he felt Shen Yuan clench hard around him again. Shang Qinghua groaned, thrusting a little faster. He barely pulled out before burying himself back in that welcoming heat.
“ Ha- A-Hua, so clo- ah- I’m so close.”
Shen Yuan tightened his arms around Shang Qinghua’s shoulders. He pulled him down, pressing their lips together, crying out his pleasure into Shang Qinghua’s mouth. He was on the verge of climax, the wave threatening to spill over.
Shang Qinghua pressed his lips against Shen Yuan’s neck. He scraped his teeth over the Shen Yuan’s scent glands, feeling the omega arch up in response.
“ Hng , oh, A-Yuan.” Shen Yuan clenched particularly hard around him. He was close, so close.
Shen Yuan’s body went rigid as his orgasm washed over him and felt Shang Qinghua’s teeth sink into his neck at the same time. Shen Yuan barely registered the pain as his toes curled, his vision whited out, and his body spasmed.
Shang Qinghua felt himself coming undone as Shen Yuan’s inner muscles milked him for everything he was worth. He drove his teeth into Shen Yuan’s neck, the rich taste of blood only serving to heighten the feeling of ecstasy that coursed through him.
He collapsed on top of his boyfriend, uncaring of the come smeared across their stomachs, and drew Shen Yuan into a deep kiss, trying to express all of his love, all his devotion in one act. Rolling off Shen Yuan, he turned onto his side and hugged his mate close to his body. My mate, he thought exultantly.
Shen Yuan felt like he was over the moon; his heat was finally sated. Drowsiness slowly overcame him as he pressed his face into Shang Qinghua’s chest, smiling against the warm skin.
“I love you,” Shang Qinghua whispered. He felt Shen Yuan’s lips moving against his chest before they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Shen Yuan stared at the mark on the base of his neck. He constantly denied it, but it made him giddy each single time he saw it. Every time he stepped out of the shower or looked at himself in a mirror, he couldn’t help but focus on the bite-shaped scar. The omega allowed himself a small smile and lightly traced over it with his finger.
Shang Qinghua smiled softly as he watched his mate look at the mark that he left. Shen Yuan was everything he ever wanted. Love, comfort, affection, assurance, acceptance. Shen Yuan loved Shang Qinghua more than Shang Qinghua could ever love himself and for that, he was incredibly grateful.