“Ah~! Mmm…”
Bai Yucheng’s body trembled violently, his inner depths releasing even more fluids. Song Yan, drenched by the sudden rush, felt his soul nearly leave his body and thrust upwards several times.
“Yucheng, Yucheng…” Song Yan held tightly to his soft waist, pressing against him—that plant-like pheromone smelled really good. He couldn’t quite place it. It was somewhat reminiscent of bamboo, yet with additional notes beyond ordinary bamboo.
It was incredibly soothing.
“Mmm… Song Yan… Song Yan, ungh! Too… too deep!” Bai Yucheng could no longer maintain his kneeling position, his body swaying unsteadily. He could only cling tightly to Song Yan, his physical and psychological defenses completely shattered.
He was entirely lost in Song Yan’s powerful thrusts and caresses.
The lemon scent grew increasingly rich, yet Bai Yucheng found it sweeter and more pleasant than any Alpha’s pheromones he’d encountered before. Most importantly, this scent didn’t make him feel nauseous.
Their intense and passionate lovemaking soon brought both of them to climax.
“Ah~!! Mmm!” Bai Yucheng couldn’t withstand the overwhelming sensation of orgasm. He felt as though even his fingertips were climaxing. Song Yan rendered him utterly limp and powerless, and he now felt as if he were floating in warm water.
Song Yan clenched his teeth tightly, his forehead covered in sweat.
He really didn’t expect that, when faced with Bai Yucheng, his Alpha instincts would manifest so unreservedly. He had always considered himself rational, never before finding Omegas so alluring.
Yet here they were, still in the office, with likely two or three people outside—today was when reports from various branch stores were due to be delivered.
However, it was clear that neither of them was fully satisfied. With the slightest movement, milky fluid was squeezed out of Bai Yucheng’s body, warm and wet.
If possible, Song Yan really didn’t want to pull out.
“Huff… huff… mmm…” Bai Yucheng’s breathing and voice were sweet. Though his body was sticky with sweat, Song Yan relished holding him close.
“Mmm… uncomfortable…”
Hearing Bai Yucheng’s voice, Song Yan massaged his waist, whispering in his ear, “Is this better?”
“Yes, but… but…”
The two remained tightly connected. Song Yan understood his meaning. He reached for some tissues and carefully withdrew. It was incredibly wet inside. As Song Yan pulled out completely, Bai Yucheng couldn’t close up immediately, and a considerable amount gushed out.
Resisting his desire, Song Yan cleaned up, trying not to look. He quickly wrapped Bai Yucheng in his outer clothing, hastily tidied the chair, then carried Bai Yucheng straight to the underground parking lot. He initially intended to place him in the passenger seat, but Song Yan was not sure if he could resist until they reached his apartment, so he opened the back door and laid him down. “Lie down, we’ll be there soon.”
Bai Yucheng, hidden in Song Yan’s coat, nodded slightly.
No drive had ever felt as long as today’s—Song Yan wasn’t fully soft yet, and the tight confines of his pants were uncomfortable. Combined with Bai Yucheng’s pheromones, it took all his restraint, his forehead veins bulging with the effort.
Every intersection on the way flashed red, causing him to drum his fingers incessantly on the steering wheel.
From the backseat, Bai Yucheng began to whimper. Song Yan knew exactly what he was doing without looking! He desperately wanted to pull Bai Yucheng to the front seat. Even if Bai Yucheng pleasured himself, Song Yan wanted to watch! He didn’t want to miss a single expression, a single climax.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally reached the building. Song Yan parked quickly, flung open the back door, and immediately bit Bai Yucheng’s scent gland hard. He growled, “Assistant Bai, how dare you start playing by yourself, hm?!”
“I… I didn’t…!”
Hearing this, Bai Yucheng curled his toes in embarrassment. His face reddened further, his pheromones growing even more enticing.
Song Yan didn’t know how he managed to restrain himself until they were inside the apartment. Bai Yucheng clung to his neck, occasionally giving him light licks.
As soon as the door closed, Song Yan could no longer hold back. He placed Bai Yucheng on the floor of the entryway and kissed him passionately, his hand grasping Bai Yucheng’s shaft, thumb circling the tip. Bai Yucheng also abandoned all reason, arching his hips to match Song Yan’s every move.
Bai Yucheng’s body had fully acclimated to Song Yan, gradually altering his perception of his Omega status.
They soon climaxed again, yet showed no signs of fatigue, especially Song Yan—having long suppressed these instincts, this outburst wouldn’t be easily sated.
He lifted Bai Yucheng once more, placing him on the sofa before entering him again. “Mmm!”
Bai Yucheng willingly wrapped his legs around Song Yan’s waist, opening himself to welcome him.
The room once again filled with their pheromones, intimate sweet sounds, and the fierce rhythm of their coupling.
Another sleepless night ensued.
After an indeterminate time, Bai Yucheng opened his eyes in the bathroom. Song Yan was meticulously cleaning him, the hot water soothing both their physical and emotional states.
“Ugh… tomorrow… I need… to take a day off.”
His words carried a hint of resentment.
Song Yan nodded, “I’ll arrange it.”
“Mm.”
Song Yan kissed Bai Yucheng’s forehead apologetically, then said earnestly, “After this, you must let me take responsibility for you.”
“Hmph.” Bai Yucheng softly grunted, his face flushed as he replied, “Physically… that’s fine…”
“You’ll come to like me,” Song Yan gazed at the person before him, suddenly feeling abundantly patient.
Although things didn’t unfold exactly as he’d imagined, Song Yan remained confident he could win Bai Yucheng’s heart. He could even envision the beautiful scene of marrying Bai Yucheng.
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