Moon Theory (ABO)Ch103 - okay, yang rong

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The colonel studies him pensively, taking in every micro-expression, not letting the slightest flicker of emotions go amiss. It is fluster, not yet panic, that Noah has on his softened features, his lips slightly parted in need, his eyes glossed. Yang Rong raises his fingers and presses insistently against the opening of Noah’s mouth – and Noah, obeying every unspoken command, parts wider to receive. trFvj7

He allows them to graze against the molars of his teeth, touch on the roof of his mouth, rub on the sensitive sides of his tongue. A little dazed, Noah only hums and licks around the long digits – perhaps purposefully, he’d admit, he gives a low moan. Saliva smears onto his lips and coats the colonel’s knuckles.

“…Hm.” Yang Rong’s throat is constricted. “Are you in heat, little kitten?”

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Noah shakes his head softly. He takes ahold of Yang Rong’s wrist and continues to mouth softly on his knuckles. “…Don’t think so.”

“Then you are aware this will escalate,” Yang Rong says. His other hand is dragging up Noah’s shirt, purposefully slowly revealing peaks of translucent skin. Also purposefully slowly, Yang Rong circles a finger against the dip of his ribcage. Then in a quicker pace, he moves up to pinch at Noah’s nipple, prompting a surprised flinch. “Like this, Noah. I am not merciful.” PM4Iwn

Yang Rong plays with it, hardening it in between dexterous fingers, giving only the smallest bit of space for Noah to retract. The younger man doesn’t.

Noah arches forward slightly, rubs their bodies together, and says in a whisper, “I am not so fragile, Colonel Yang.”

Dark green eyes bore into his, carrying so much interest they send shimmering heat into his system. It could be that Noah’s face reflects inner quaver, reflects lust and more, for Yang Rong dips forward and mouths teasingly on his reddened ears.

The man gives a low chuckle. “Well then, Noah… there will be consequences.”

True to those words, a large palm grabs his chest, a thumb rubs harshly on supple skin, two saliva-coated fingers pinch him with more force. Yang Rong’s other hand snakes down his hip, easily passing the loose waistband of his sweats.

Yang Rong curves his lips in pleasant surprise.

“Nothing underneath?” the man murmurs teasingly, nibbling on his ear. “Very forward of you… and I am not complaining one bit.”

Greedily, the colonel hoists him upward, settling him on top of firm thighs. Expertly, Noah is maneuvered to spread his legs, and Yang Rong – indeed not merciful – slides his hand on the full of his ass, roughly circling his entrance. LNeXyd

Slick dribbles out of him – almost on prompt, as Yang Rong continuously nudges inward. Noah hasn’t time to recollect before Yang Rong resolutely thrusts a finger in deep. Noah, currently straddling the colonel on the edge of the bed, lets out a low moan.

“—Yang Rong,” he gasps out, arching prettily in the man’s grasps, “nn—Yang—!”

“Yes,” the colonel responds as he rubs inside. At the same time, he leans forward to mouth at the spot of Noah’s mole, right below the peak of his chest, right above a coral-blossomed bruise. “What is it, baby?”

A part of Noah would like to hit him – of course Yang Rong would be infuriating with nicknames, that loudmouth – and from the smirk that Noah can feel on his flushed skin, the man is very purposefully stirring him up. 2u4k y

The most Noah can do, however, is lean down and bite at the tip of the man’s ears – a petty vengeance that only spurs Yang Rong on further. The colonel retracts before thrusting in again, sliding in a second digit, stretching him wider to prep.

There is more numbness and not yet pleasure, those two long fingers spreading him for another insert. The sensation is beyond what he’s used to – Yang Rong’s fingers are hardly comparable to his own. Noah grits his teeth, feels sweat condensing on his temple, feels his body heat up in unsightly places. Teasingly, Yang Rong curls an index finger and scrapes against his prostate.

Noah jolts upward only to be held back down, sinking all the way down to Yang Rong’s knuckles. His inner omega preens for more, but Noah is obstinate in all ways, refusing to let out more than a stifled moan.

“—!” He clings onto the colonel’s shoulder and gasps lowly from his mouth. His cheeks are the same shade as his ears, and his eyes are half-lidded from lust. 7jbCwE

“Hmm,” Yang Rong murmurs with that same lasting smirk. Warm breaths ghost on slightly damp skin. He goes further to bite on a rosed nipple, tugging it between his teeth. “You’re not very vocal tonight, little kitten. I have heard more pretty sounds from you before.”

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Also purposeful – the drawled-out syllables, the lilt in his tone, the teasing undercurrent. At this angle, Noah cannot see his face clearly, but the image of Yang Rong’s self-satisfied grin, partially curved eyes, the twinkle that rests unfairly on his noir features, is long engrained.

“—You are annoying,” Noah stutters out, feeling another digit press into his wet hole. Despite the slick that dribbles out of him, his face is scrunched in discomfort, his lashes quivering at the touch. All other retorts he had are thrown out immediately when Yang Rong digs into him wider. Noah only lets out pained gasps, whines, soft-spoken disapprovals.

Yang Rong presses butterfly kisses from his collarbone to jaw. “Shh… I need to prepare you well…” The man grinds upward, brushing his erection tellingly on the curve of Noah’s ass, the girth of it felt even through layers of fabric. To Noah’s strained moan, Yang Rong chuckles slightly and withdraws. Where his hand retracts comes strings of viscous liquid, soaking through the full of Noah’s sweatpants.

“Little fox,” the colonel murmurs throatily, dangerously as he sucks a mark on the younger man’s neck, “do you prefer I take your clothes off for you?” eHzRDm

He grinds up again in suggestion, his clothed member meeting the wetness of Noah’s rear. His voice is lowered some more, edged with certain control. “Or would you rather take charge and ride me like this, hmm?”

“Mm…Yang Rong…” Noah shudders in his hold. “Yang Rong, wait…not yet…”

His soft plea makes Yang Rong back away. The words, the composure, the poise that Yang Rong holds himself with – one word from Noah and Yang Rong obeys easily.

“Have I hurt you?” the man whispers, trailing soft kisses on his jaw, intending to placate. “We will stop here, alright? Rong-ge won’t do anything you dislike.” YkMbfp

“Wait,” Noah repeats softly, his voice a bit clouded from lust. “Let me…”

Spurred by a sudden urge, Noah traces a slender finger along the colonel’s shirt. Yang Rong watches him wordlessly, allows him to undo the buttons with graceful flicks, allows him to linger on hard muscles, white bandages and caramel skin. Noah’s pheromones are exuding out now, some sweet vanilla mixing with light bourbon soap – an alcoholic mix that Yang Rong seems to drink up entirely.

Noah unbuckles the colonel’s belt, lets it drop to the side and stares, muddled, at a pair of dark green eyes.

“Yang Rong,” he murmurs. “I want to suck you off.” 82ueBG

Surprise is indeed a pleasant look on Colonel Yang’s face – a few blinks and then comes a dark flicker of his irises, his pupils contracting to match.

“Prettiest words out of your mouth yet, Noah,” the colonel says, his words measured to dig at Noah’s inner core – quite impossible for Noah to ignore the lilt of his syllables, the guttural nature of his voice. It drips of pure arousal. “Then, I am at your service.”

The positions are changed shortly after – Yang Rong moves closer to the edge of the bed, and Noah is kneeled before him, in frontal display of his solid eight packs, his deep pelvic line, his prominent bulge. With only a small bit of hesitance, Noah leans forward and unzips his trousers. Slender fingers trace on the colonel’s girth, strained heavily against the undergarment. Yang Rong, with zero ounce of shame, spreads his legs wide, beckoning for the younger man to continue.

Golden lamp light shines onto Noah’s hair, brightens his frame underneath the unbuttoned shirt, bounces off his imperfections like a second skin. The small frown on his face is captured handsomely in dim light. He presses testingly on Yang Rong’s erection, watches it jut out eagerly, and Noah looks up with a face that screams volumes. rJNE8d

“Hmm?” Yang Rong catches his stare and gives a small smirk. “Go on. The view up here is gorgeous, kitten.”

“…” With his ears ablaze, Noah dips forward and mouths at the bulge. Heavy alpha musk overtakes his senses, only getting stronger the more he wets the fabric, and Noah is entirely affected by the pheromones. His vision is a little distorted, his own movements a little shaky, and he isn’t aware of when he had tugged free Yang Rong’s erection. It rubs raw against his cheek, presses onto his translucent skin, and Noah only falters slightly before giving a kittenish lick.

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“…” His eyes are half-lidded as he laps around it, works his tongue on the shaft delicately before taking it in his mouth. The distress is immediate, his eyes scrunching up and his mouth straining to accommodate. “…Nn…”

Noah’s fingers are wrapped around the base, traced on a throbbing vein. He hollows his mouth and takes it in deeper, but a few more inches in and the stretch becomes almost unbearable. The tip of Yang Rong’s cock hits the back of his mouth – and indeed, Noah had miscalculated, for it is impossible for any more to fit inside. He gives a displeased whine and slides it back out. QX4EKI

“Is it too much?” Yang Rong murmurs above him, the concern clear in his tone.

No response is given. Noah hums against the shaft, lubricating it halfway with his tongue. His breaths are hot against Yang Rong’s girth – admittedly purposefully, Noah sucks harder on the tip. It swells up actively in response.

“…Fuck…” Yang Rong grunts out, sliding a palm on the back of his head, prompting him further. “Who taught you this?”

Noah lets go with a small gasp. Saliva and drips of precum coat his lips. YDBQ9r

His eyes are partly unfocused, his eyebrows scrunched, his lashes quivering. There’s a dull pang of pain in his head – either the lingering week-old concussion or a coming, induced heat – but Noah is resolved to continue regardless. He sucks more eagerly on Yang Rong’s cock and circles his tongue around the tip needily.

“Yang Rong,” he moans, the vibrations sent straight down Yang Rong’s throbbing cock. “Tug me.”

“…Noah,” the colonel breathes out, his grip tightening on Noah’s hair. “Have you always been this coquettish?”

To that, Noah doesn’t reply either. He only wraps his lips around Yang Rong’s length – still hardening – and bobs his head lower. The colonel gives a low, appreciative hum, tugs on his silver hair and bucks into his mouth. The movements are gentle at first, only to get harder and more insistent, forcing Noah to take more of him in. Noah accommodates as much as he can, letting out low purrs, stifled moans. dutQAc

Yang Rong leans down – the movement only nestles his length deeper inside – and speaks with a low smirk. “No gag reflex? A very pleasant surprise… Is it your hybrid?”

Yang Rong thrusts inside him more heavily as if to prove a point, and Noah makes a strained noise, his body jolting in surprise.

“—!” Noah, taken aback by the sudden roughness, hasn’t the time to adjust before Yang Rong tugs him in more forcefully. Yang Rong’s fingers lock him in place, preventing any escape.

Yang Rong speaks in a murmur, coaxing him to go on. “Good… A little more, kitten… Can you do that for me?” wN9jI

“—!” Noah feels the tip of the colonel’s cock down the back of his throat, feels it smear against his walls, slide beyond capability. Noah chokes on the sensation and his fingers curl onto Yang Rong’s thigh, urging for him to stop. “Nn—!”

Yang Rong grunts out as he pulls away, sensing the strain in Noah’s vocals. “—Fuck.”

The colonel immediately cups his cheek. Yang Rong rubs at his slightly puffed lips and inspects him worriedly, with zero semblance of the aggression and arrogance shown seconds prior. Yang Rong coughs in apology, places a soft kiss on Noah’s temple – three soft kisses, as though more would help his case.

Yang Rong coughs again. “…Fuck… Rong-ge admits to being carried away… Are you hurt…?” 3 Zk7C

A fist punches him on the chest – unfortunately not enough to hurt at all, but Noah’s point is duly proven.

“…You…” he rasps out with much difficulty, each syllable tensed. “Colonel Yang… your size is unnecessary.”

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“…Yes.” Yang Rong is surprisingly obedient. “Yes. You’re right.”

“Get it… reduced…” Noah catches his breath before adding, “Removed.” x3 P2z

“…” Yang Rong is at a loss for words.

The colonel looks down at his engorged length, looks at Noah’s slumped frame, his swollen lips, his slightly-teary eyes – the young man is a sight to be pitied for sure, and it seems Yang Rong may be seriously weighing his options.

As Yang Rong is stuck in a personal mental loop, Noah is taking deep inhales.

His head thrums uncomfortably – and soon, painfully, when he raises a hand to cradle it. Noah shifts in place and rests his cheek on the colonel’s thigh, his eyebrows furrowed in visible distress. It’s a familiar feeling – one of dulled ache, his body heating up and his mind thrown astray. nzEdBc

Around him, the surroundings have started to sway, the colors have started to blur, the table lamp turned a murky shade of brown. All balance is lost as he clings onto Yang Rong’s leg, his knees sinking further onto the ground. The only sounds he elicits are stuttered gasps, low groans as he fights a brewing need inside him.

“Yang Rong,” Noah coughs out. “Yang Rong… Sorry, I wanted to… do this with you when I’m…” He loses track of his thoughts and pauses briefly before continuing with a low shudder. “…When I’m more aware, but I…”

Yang Rong lifts Noah off the floor and onto his lap. The colonel places a kiss on flushed skin. “Shh… it’s alright, Noah.”

“Yang Rong… my heat is…” He shakes his head – the action only worsens the ache. “…Can’t think.” XnJUGo

The colonel continues to pamper with butterfly kisses. “Rong-ge will take care of you.”

Noah nods weakly. “Mn.”

In a matter of seconds, a pungent vanilla scent is seeped thick in the air, strong enough to numb both him and the man who is cradling him. Noah feels searing heat, feels slick dribbling out of his loosened entrance. With eyes closed, Noah slides under his waistband, inserts two fingers at once, tries to pleasure himself – though his own sloppy movements are nowhere enough to imitate the colonel’s.

Yang Rong in front of him has constricted green eyes. There is too much wildness in them, though the colonel tries his best to not be led astray, placing a palm on Noah’s forehead. Yang Rong feels up his burning temperature and curses. “So intense? You’ve skipped your suppressants?” Jo4Cly

Noah inserts another finger in himself, lets out a needy purr and rubs against the colonel’s raw length.

Yang Rong breathes out shakily. With renewed resolve, he lifts Noah again – off his lap and onto the white bedsheets. Noah’s head hits a soft pillow, but he hasn’t time to recollect before Yang Rong captures his mouth hungrily. Their tongues are joined in heavy inebriation – bitter mint, sweet vanilla, agave, a mix of pheromones so strong they could taste.

Low moans are swallowed, and low hums come off throatily.  There is a crinkle of foil, a slight pause in activity – one that has Noah shifting for more – before his legs are hoisted up, his sweatpants smoothly removed. A thick, rubbery warmth is pressed against his rim, circling for entry.

Already, his body is spread to receive, but Noah’s eyes dilate – confusion and fear taking over in daze. qSsbHO

Through his distorted vision, he makes out the silhouette of an alpha male twice his size, hovered over him, backlit by sepia – dangerous, his mind supplies with every untrust. Noah struggles underneath, his nails twist on bedsheets, and his voice is as rasped as it could be.

“No—” He chokes out, entirely gone. “No—leave me alone—”

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“Noah,” the person above whispers, leaning to kiss him softly on the jaw, trailing feather-light brushes up to his teared eyes. “Noah, look at me.” The man kisses near his quivering lids. “Who am I? Hmm? Who am I to you?”

One kiss per every spoken word, carrying with it so much tenderness Noah cannot ever deny. Above him, Yang Rong is weighing his reaction. The man has familiar raven-black hair, viridescent green eyes, attractive lips that say more tender things. ML8oAp

“…” Noah is calmed under his gaze. He whispers quietly, “…Rong-ge…” And then a bit more resolutely, he nuzzles against the man’s palm. “I like you… Rong­-ge.”

Yang Rong’s lips curve into soft crescents, his eyes also to match.

“Good,” he whispers, scratching him lightly on the jaw. “Don’t be afraid, my little fox.” The man lowers to kiss his neck, sucks gently – no marks have been left yet – and says just as gently, “Trust me, my little fox.”

And the flash of fear has never left so quickly, flitting when Yang Rong pampers him all the way. Noah blinks slowly back to alacrity. JErmkX

Yang Rong smiles and brushes a thumb on his cheek. “Let me have you?”

He replies quietly, still muddled, “Okay… Yang Rong.”

Author: i’m just going to dig a nice hole for myself, slap a holy cross on my coffin and disappear for the next two chapters