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As usual, Suowei's heat hits on the dot.
He debates calling work off early, shutting himself in his house until the problem solves itself. Unfortunately, his company only grants up to a week of heat leave, and if he has to choose to between withstanding the chafing of his nipples against his dress shirt or crawling out of bed to head to work while still in a post-orgasmic bliss, limbs creaking with each step, the choice is easy.
It's to no one's surprise that his resistance crumbles halfway through and he ends up perched pathetically on the toilet, calling Chi Cheng.
Chi Cheng, whose smooth, dulcet tone intimidated Suowei at first, even after all the subsequent times they'd slept together. Chi Cheng, who's the furthest thing from the alphas Suowei's used to being around, who doesn't treat him like he's fragile or something to protect. Chi Cheng, who's a good friend and an even better lay, so much so that Suowei's stupid heat-addled brain considers, on more than one occasion, just letting him sink his teeth into the nape of his neck, to tie them together fore—
Oh god, that's just the heat talking, isn't it?
When he hears the click on the other end of the line, the dial tone finally coming to an abrupt end, Suowei lets out an audible sigh of relief. To that, Chi Cheng chuckles, a melodious sound that has more of an effect on Suowei than he will admit.
"You in pre-heat?" Chi Cheng asks, though Suowei suspects he already knows the answer.
"Yeah," Suowei says, a pregnant pause settling just before he adds nervously. "Could you bring some milk chocolate with you? I'm kind of craving it right now…"
"Sure, take care of yourself Weiwei."
With that rapid-fire answer, he hangs up. Suowei's blood floods his ears, the aggressive, embarrassing pounding of his heart all he could process, the words cycling endlessly in his mind.
It wasn't fair when Chi Cheng said those things in that…that tone, especially coupled with that nickname no one but he used.
They dance around the nature of their relationship, one that should be easy for Suowei given they're both as busy as they are. It's an arrangement that works, an arrangement that's been working since they met for the first time at Chengyu and Xiaoshuai's wedding and Suowei found himself in bed the next morning with Chengyu's best man, the same tall, dark and handsome alpha he'd been shamelessly eyeing the whole time.
As soon as it reaches the last five minutes of his work day, Suowei's all ready to leave, sweating so much he can see visible imprints of his own hand on his table. His head is pulsing and he's almost certain the suppressant patches he's wearing as a last-ditch effort had entirely stopped working two hours ago.
When he finally gets home, Suowei flees straight to his room. Unbothered with anything else, he immediately strips down and clambers into bed. Along the way, he's sure to grab the old hoodie Chi Cheng left just for him, burying his nose as deep as he can into it as soon as he finds a position that's just right.
As usual, the familiar scent of cedarwood floods what feels like every crevice of his body, Suowei keening into the fabric enthusiastically, the calming lull it providing a temporary relief in Chi Cheng's absence.
At the same time, it turns out to be kind of counter-productive, reminding Suowei how much he wants Chi Cheng's lithe fingers inside him, how much he wants to be fucked on his knot and how content he'll inevitably feel, when he finally comes so hard he sees stars. He fingers himself experimentally, stretching and scissoring his hole, only to find he's producing even more slick than before. Some of it even ends up on the jacket mixed with the pre-cum beading at his cock, smeared all over the front.
Guess it's ruined now, he'll just have to keep it and do laundry (and hopefully scent it one more time) before finally returning the garment.
The beep of his door code being entered piques his attention, his ears perking up instantly. Yet, he can't muster the strength to get up, laying limp in bed as he waits for Chi Cheng to store his precious goodies in the fridge. It's the only thing he's willing to wait just a little longer for, even in heat. If anything happened to his beloved chocolate, Suowei would be distraught.
Before long, Chi Cheng's scent blankets the room, the man himself at the doorway. Undeterred, Suowei continues scenting the hoodie. He's on all fours, his hole secreting so much slick it drips down his thighs, practically presenting himself to be mounted. Like he's turned on at just how desperate Suowei's getting, a thick stench of arousal rolls off Chi Cheng like a tidal wave.
"Alpha—" Suowei whines and begs, twisting his hips with each inadequate brush of his digits, no longer enough to satiate his need, the mounting desire, the scorching heat within his body.
When Chi Cheng finally lays a hand at the dip of his hipbones, Suowei goes weak at the knees. Instinctively, he arches, a moan escaping just from Chi Cheng's grip alone, clamping down so hard it's guaranteed to leave dark bruises in the shapes of his fingers, a delicious contrast against the pale skin.
"I've got you," Chi Cheng soothes. His pheromones invade Suowei's nostrils, warm breath permeating at the crook of his neck, tongue dragging over, teeth mercilessly etching marks in his skin. The closer Chi Cheng trails to his mating gland, the more Suowei's sanity thins, internally begging and pleading for him to just bite down, the skin untouched since—well, since Chi Cheng.
His scent peaks, eliciting what sounds like a groan of frustration from Chi Cheng. Suowei's throat goes dry, his omega preens with approval, so aroused it sends another obscene amount of slick gushing out, which doesn't go unnoticed.
"Let me taste you, Suowei," Chi Cheng murmurs darkly, smirking as he licks his lips salaciously. And that's all the warning Suowei gets, before he feels one hand on his thigh, hooking his legs over Chi Cheng's shoulders in one fluid motion. Gasping, his fingers bunch into the sheets, heels digging into Chi Cheng's broad back when he licks a wet, heavy stripe at his hole. Better yet, the sensations send an obscene amount of slick oozing out, which doesn't go unnoticed.
Shamelessly, he laps all of it up like honey, his tongue fucking past Suowei's rim, deep enough to penetrate, but scarcely brushing that sweet spot. Each lick tears a twitch from Suowei, a breathy whimper from his throat, another pulse from his cock. Without warning, two fingers slide in alongside a particular lascivious swipe of his tongue, and Suowei sobs. They curl and bully his prostrate with a deadly precision, mean and insistent.
The buzzy feeling of the steady strokes, the thrust of his fingers create a pressure that makes Suowei feel like Chi Cheng's taken a lightning rod to his brainstem. His thoughts scatter, every single word in his throat now a garbled mess of incoherent moans, curses and cries. The room fills with a concoction of their pheromones, a mix of Chi Cheng's cedarwood and Suowei's more citrus-y one. And there's no denying the satisfaction it stirs up in his inner omega, purring happily with approval.
Just as Chi Cheng delivers another solid thrust, another dig, Suowei comes with a shudder, the release rippling through his body with each white, hot sputter of his dick. With a choked noise, his hips jerk upwards while Chi Cheng works his tongue, probing through the aftershocks.
The peak feels euphoric for the split-second it lasts, until his stomach begins cramping even harder, the first orgasm just kindling the flames within him.
"Alpha—please—more—" Suowei all but groans out, his voice hoarse and needy as tears well up in his eyes. He spreads his legs to allow Chi Cheng in, all pliant and obedient. Exposed to the cold air in the room, the pink furl of muscle clenches on nothing, desperate for something bigger to fill him up.
"Such a slutty omega," Chi Cheng teases, shifting as he kneads at his ass, giving Suowei one feather-light smack. Beyond sensitive, Suowei moans, his hips bucking up, cock pulsating with pleasure, hard again.
"You like that?" Tilting Suowei's head back, Chi Cheng's words dripped with mockery, espying the tears at the corner of his eyes. This horrible pervert, loved teasing and edging Suowei till he cried—laving the salty, liquid pearls off Suowei's face with his clever tongue while thrusting relentlessly from behind.
Before Suowei can think of protesting, he's rewarded with the fat tip of Chi Cheng's cockhead, pressing in slow and steady, each and every devastating inch breaching his insides.
He can barely catch his breath before Chi Cheng sheathes himself to the hilt with a grunt, Suowei scrabbling at his arms for purchase. The coil in his gut sharpens with each downward roll of Chi Cheng's hips, with each thrust he meets with the same fervour.
Suowei tilts his chin upwards, interlocking their lips in a passionate kiss. Their hips flush together, the only things Suowei registers are the dirty, wet squelches coming from the slick leaking out below, and the fact that he's kissed Chi Cheng but the heat of his mouth is so intoxicating, he can't stop—
Horny, desperate and needy, Suowei kisses him again and again.
"Fuck—Suowei—" Chi Cheng hisses into his mouth, his hands running up and down his waist. His hips still for just a moment, every bit overwhelmed by Suowei's soft lips, the warmth of his mouth and the imperfect clashing of their teeth.
"Cheng—" Suowei's voice tapers off in a weak, shake exhale, thighs quivering, as he forces Chi Cheng in deeper. Inside Suowei, his cock throbs, the knot his inner omega so craved starting drag against his inner walls, catching at the rim.
Chi Cheng heaves in response, fucking into him deeper, each thrust a slow and purposeful assault of Suowei's prostrate. The pleasure builds, thrumming through his limbs. It feels so good it's starting to border on painful, Suowei feeling the tears streaming down his cheeks.
The next thing he knows, Chi Cheng's teeth sink straight into his shoulder, just shy of his mating gland. His vision goes white, his nails raking down Chi Cheng's back. The Earth stutters on its axis and all Suowei can feel is each jerk of his hips moving against his insides. All he knows is Chi Cheng, the alpha, Chi Cheng, his alpha, his—
"Alpha, touch me…" Suowei can hear himself groan, bringing Chi Cheng's hand to his rosy, sensitive nipples, "please—!" His face flushes, the mortification hitting immediately, but he can't be bothered, when Chi Cheng looks so good with his fringe matted to his forehead, his jaw clenching as he holds himself back.
Not that Suowei would mind, if only this damn knot would let them.
Suowei feels a hand on his hip, his limbs rearranged to Chi Cheng's liking, until he sits perched on his lap, their bodies still conjoined. The same one traces up his chest, deftly teasing each pert bud, the pressure and pain tearing a cacophony of moans and curses out Suowei's lips.
"So good—" Suowei moans, arching further into Chi Cheng. Each snap of his hips draws Suowei down, gravity burying his cock deeper, the angle hitting his prostrate with a precision that makes him sob. It doesn't help with each movement Suowei feels himself chasing the friction, squeezing and squirming around Chi Cheng, releasing breathy whimpers that the man swallows just as eagerly, licking into his mouth with abandon.
"Come for me," Suowei hears Chi Cheng murmur lowly in the haze as he lifts his hips, only to sink back down to meet yet another brutal thrust. A feather-light scrape from Chi Cheng's thumbs against his nipples, abused, red and tender is all it takes to send Suowei over the edge. He barely has any cum left, if at all, his chub twitching uselessly against the cool air in hypersensitivity.
Chi Cheng follows soon after, each pulse of his knot filling him up so full, just the way he needs.
His inner omega purrs, the scent of cedarwood a comforting presence, a near instantaneous effect of having an alpha's knot, an alpha's scent intertwined so deeply with his own. He slumps against Chi Cheng, the last thing he remembers before his eyes shut is the weight of Chi Cheng’s arms as he lays Suowei down.
For a while, they even nap together, until Suowei wakes up bleary-eyed and fatigued, only to discover the other side of the bed is empty which he takes as a signal to haul himself to the bathroom.
Starting into the shower, a gush of cold water erupts from the tap, splashing his back. He jolts from the chills, and it doesn't help when he discovers he's covered from head to toe in Chi Cheng's pheromones, the remnants of him cascading down his thighs and the ghost sensation of the knot spilling deep inside his body.
As Suowei expects, it takes all but thirty seconds of running water for the door to open with a creak. Chi Cheng emerges in a bathrobe, taking it upon himself to join the omega in the shower. He strips off his clothing, the smell of cigarettes clinging to his body, squeezing close to Suowei in his shower that's admittedly, probably not made for more than one person.
"Feeling better now?" Chi Cheng whispers and Suowei can almost see the smile on the alpha's lips forming as he nods.
But before Chi Cheng can circle his arms around Suowei's waist to bring him close, the omega puts a warning palm to push them away, as gentle a rejection as he can muster.
"Chi Cheng," Suowei starts, biting his lip nervously, "I didn't take my birth control this month."
The body behind his stills, for just a second.
"If I get pregnant, I'll just head to the clinic myself—"
"Well, what if…" Chi Cheng pauses, "you didn't have to?"
Incredulous, Suowei blinks once, speechless for once.
"There's no one but you," Chi Cheng confesses, his tone raw, fragile and sincere. Too sincere for the likes of Suowei, and he can’t help himself when the words tumble out his mouth without warning.
"Me too," he repeats softly, nuzzling at Chi Cheng's cheek.
The gravity of their situation sets in, slowly but surely, even as Chi Cheng massages away the tension in his shoulders, taking his time with each and every crevice of Suowei's body. There's a reason they're not together, there's a reason Suowei doesn't do relationships, there's a reason Chi Cheng won't, no, he can't stay forever—
Suowei watches Chi Cheng disappear to the room behind the kitchen, before he's back with a fresh blanket to swaddle Suowei in and his specially requested chocolate. The alpha carries him back to bed, and Suowei leans against his chest, lost in his thoughts and the steady, unwavering thumping of Chi Cheng's heart.
Through the flutter of his eyelashes, Suowei can see each unsubtle, intermittent look Chi Cheng throws his way. And as soon as they're laying face to face, Chi Cheng reaches over to cup his face, a finger poking at his furrowed eyebrows.
"We have all the time in the world, I'm sure we'll figure it out together."