Moon Theory (ABO)Ch104 - breath, and hold on

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In the confines of night, Noah’s back is flush against bedsheets, his hair pooled onto the disarranged pillow, his head turned sideways in compliance.

He allows himself to be spread, doesn’t resist the hardness pressed against him. Noah breathes softly into the pillow, stutters as Yang Rong rubs in slow, circular motions. Noah is positively leaking, the fluids trickling obscenely downward, coating Yang Rong’s tip in full.

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He is hit with a wave of dizziness, another pang of hollow pain. Unbearably, Noah bucks upward, whimpers out words he himself cannot hear – it is all the affirmation Yang Rong needs before nudging inside, breaching past a few inches and pausing short of pain. The intrusion, however, is wide, hard, foreign and Noah’s body shudders involuntarily.

Yang Rong whispers, his voice tinged in lust, “Alright?” hi5t4B

There is some rationality left in Noah, but most of it is discarded when Yang Rong rolls another experimental inch. Noah tenses and immediately, he feels a dulling ache, a searing heat – his physiology, however, spurs for more.

He wraps his legs around Yang Rong’s torso, allowing the man to grip and spread him wide. Large palms fondle his cheeks as Yang Rong slides in deeper per command – testingly and still not enough to hurt his loosened entrance.

“Mn—” Noah receives it eagerly. “More—”

The numbness has turned into a dulling pain after some seconds more. Mindlessly, he grinds against Yang Rong’s cock and unknowingly, he’s eliciting needy purrs. The colonel hisses and holds him still.

“…Fuck…” Yang Rong leans down – it is only then that Noah sees the flicker of red in his eyes – and says throatily, “I may get rough. If you can’t take it, little fox, hold onto me.”

It is the singular warning he gets before Yang Rong thrusts forcefully inside him. Noah’s pupils constrict immediately into blurred lines – but before he can recover, the colonel drills in even deeper, stretching him unbearably.

“—!”

“Relax for me, Noah,” the colonel grunts out huskily – and he, too, is on the edge of uncontrol. “…A little more…” DMflRP

Searing heat courses through him, rendering him entirely subdued underneath. Paralyzed, Noah can only bite his lips hard enough to draw blood. Pained whimpers escape his lips. Even his omega body, wet and loosened, struggles to accommodate. His eyes are scrunched, only to open wide in shock when Yang Rong plunges in all the way. Noah’s mind instantly blanks out, his nerves racked with pain.

“—!” All that comes out of his mouth are choked words, stuttered moans. He’s stretched beyond his limits, his back arched forward, his muscles entirely strained. “Ah—Colonel Yang—”

Yang Rong dips down to give him a kiss, intending to distract. “Shh…” he murmurs against his lips. “Sorry, little fox… It’s Rong-ge’s fault…” He tries to appease with tender kisses along the cheek. “Breathe like this… Good…”

“…” His syllables come weak and inaudible. He might’ve murmured something incoherent, only to get hit with a surging ache. “…nn!” fZOKIH

“Mn,” Yang Rong answers whatever complaints thrown out. “Yes, you may hit me later.”

When he kisses Noah again, the young man regains a sudden semblance of clarity. In between heavy gasps and groans, he resolutely bites hard on the colonel’s lower lip.

“Yang—Rong,” he stutters, continuing to tug on bloodied skin. “Bragging so much yet you—nngh—” Noah feels a dreadful throb in his rear, Yang Rong’s cock swelling even bigger as if spurred on by his act. His body shudders in response. “Unnecessary—!”

“Yes,” Yang Rong answers him coaxingly, though there’s a low smirk forming on his face. “It’s my fault.” 6bN24e

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Then, to add on to his flirtation, Yang Rong rolls upward, brushes purposefully against Noah’s prostate, and gives an appreciative hum. There is no short self-satisfaction when he watches Noah preen under him, the younger man whimpering in pain, in need, his erection twitching in between their bodies.

“Hmm? You’re taking me in so well,” Yang Rong murmurs as he takes ahold of Noah’s slender leg, hooking it up on his shoulder with well-practiced motions. The angle allows for Yang Rong to bury in fully, agonizingly, and Noah jerks upward, giving a particularly pleasing moan. Yang Rong continues to tease him, thrusting in and out calculatingly – enough to send him in overdrive. “So flexible too, kitten. Which position do you prefer?”

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“—Colonel,” he chokes out, unknowingly matching the rhythm, needy for more. Despite himself, his body is clenching tightly onto searing heat, his rim oozing out slick the harder Yang Rong thrusts in. “…! Colonel, I need—”

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With a pleased hum, the colonel slides out fully before slamming back in. His pace is rigorous, so much that Noah is arched backward in overstimulation, his frame racked in trembles and pricks of heat. Though rough, the man is calculative, knowing full well how much Noah can handle.

Breathless gasps are becoming pleasured whimpers with each slide. Noah clings onto the colonel’s frame, nails digging through the black dress shirt. v1 puX

“Noah,” Yang Rong calls his name in between lewd squelches and muffled sounds.

Noah, dazed, does not hear him, only chasing after release.

Before he can, however, Yang Rong tightens a palm around his leaking erection, shortening him immediately. Noah gives a glare that Yang Rong receives all too pleasantly.

“Noah,” the man leans down to say again with a teasing smile. “My hand or my cock?” RBCrMu

When Noah doesn’t respond, merely choosing to turn his head away in spite, Yang Rong only rubs his erection more firmly and prompts, “Hmm? Which do you want, baby?”

“…” Even through the consuming heat, Noah has every idea of how infuriating the man is. He turns his reddened face to the other side – away from Yang Rong’s shameless scrutiny – and mutters weakly, “You are annoying…”

Yang Rong gives a chuckle that reverberates down south. “If you say it cutely, I just may cater.”

“Yang Rong…” Noah murmurs, taking the colonel’s free hand and brushing it against his lips. “I just want you.” kojWC9

Yang Rong’s movements stop. For five seconds, there is only the ticking of the clock, raspy breaths, small shudders from the younger man.

Then with a low, drawn-out sigh that sounds increasingly a growl – chilling and with every note of control – Yang Rong dips lower to capture Noah’s lips. His actions are not quite firm, yet not gentle either when he takes ahold of Noah’s jaw, tilting him to deepen.

There is some coppery taste where their tongues are intertwined. Noah easily accepts the kiss, eliciting a low hum of approval from the colonel on top. Yang Rong’s hand traces over the scars on his flushed, sweat-glossed body, kneads a still-bruised rib, and moves along a healing scab.

“Kitten,” the colonel’s voice is low to his ears, dripping thick of arousal, an undercurrent of something much darker, “how much harder can you take?” yr805k

Still slotted inside, the man rolls upward calculatingly, and Noah receives it with pleased mewls. Yang Rong maintains a tender pace – slow, pleasurable, nothing alike the forming veil in his eyes. Noah is guided to climax, spilling hotly onto Yang Rong’s palm. The residues drip downward, blending with the translucence of his skin – a sight that Yang Rong drinks up hungrily, those dark green eyes catching every detail.

When Noah recollects himself in post-orgasm, he looks up distractedly and entirely dazed. “…Mm…?” he hums weakly, nibbling on the colonel’s fingers. “What is it…Yang Rong…?”

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Yang Rong slides his cock out – still veiny and pulsing – and settles Noah snugly back against the mattress. He moves a hand onto the nape of the younger man’s neck and rubs meaningfully on his gland. Heavy vetiver – pure alpha musk pins Noah down to the point of suffocation, yet his body is clingy for more.

“I’m asking how much harder I can fuck you, Noah,” Yang Rong says with a sort of roughness in his tone, some subconscious command that may go by unnoticed if not for how hooded his eyes are. “Bend you and have my way with you.” EgqJev

And Noah is only a little sane – but sane enough to weigh the words. It is a few seconds of deliberation before answer, his chest calming from deep breaths, his pulse thudding but not as erratically. He places a kiss on Yang Rong’s knuckles and hums. “…Mn… okay.”

Yang Rong hooks a finger upward, scraping lightly against his vermillion. “Your first time?”

Noah only hums again, closing his eyes. “Mn…”

“You haven’t slept with an alpha in rut,” Yang Rong tells him. “The process is not pleasant.” YPWVbu

“Whatever you like… Yang Rong.”

“An affirmation?”

“Yang Rong…” Noah whispers softly, placing another kiss on his hand. “Whatever you like… it is fine. I am going to lose awareness soon…”

“…Then…” Yang Rong’s small chuckle sends tingling vibrations, and Noah feels himself inexplicably drawn. The colonel has a feral glint, his irises some shade between green and amber, odd for a human. “Would you turn around for me, Noah?” He speaks it like a command, unconcealed this time. “On your knees.” 2Buegd

Noah is pressed to obey – on cue, a sharp sting makes its way inside his head, a sensation that throws him astray. He does as requested but with quivering movements. Yang Rong, sensing his hesitance, leans to place a kiss on his back. Warm lips are felt through his damp, indecently wrinkled shirt as the colonel speaks.

“I’ll ease you into it.”

For all of Yang Rong’s dominance, the man pampers entirely well. Yang Rong spreads him by the thighs – the grip is firmer, digging into soft skin – and in one fluid motion, pushes inside his rim. Noah, prepared for the intrusion, handles it well. His elbows shake slightly on the mattress and his head is bowed. Wispy silver hair obscures a portion of his cheeks, rosed and sensitive. Yang Rong’s thrusts are measured – stable at first, only to turn more vigorous.

Noah lets out an involuntary moan, his back arched, his front sliding onto the mattress. Yang Rong takes the opportunity to slip a hand under his abdomen, hoist him up for easier access, and roughly slam inside. btHv0G

“—Nn—!” Noah’s moans are trickled in lust. “—good—”

His heat is stirring up again, his headache throbbing alongside an inexplicable burn. He clenches tightly onto Yang Rong’s cock – the pain has become a numbing pleasure. His erection is hardening again, rubbing against the colonel’s hand. Noah rasps out words of filth, his mind too incoherent to form proper speech.

“Mm—I want you deeper—”

“Deeper?” Yang Rong speaks above him, not pausing in his movements. His hands slide onto the younger man’s waist, gripping so harshly there would be red marks left for days. Obscene squelches, repeated moans, low grunts and more fill the air as Yang Rong takes absolute charge, his cock pulsating heavily inside. “How deep do you want me, little fox?” MBJeEW

His voice is husky, absolutely guttural – an eerie contrast that, if Noah doesn’t pay attention, may be glossed as plain danger. Yang Rong pounds inside him with little regard and whispers throatily, “How pleasing to see you like this… Noah, are you aware of the way you look?”

Noah’s shirt is sliding up his torso, lifting up per every hard thrust. He is bared from midriff to down, his body prettily displayed for Yang Rong to thrust into. Quivers rack his entire frame, his sweat trickles down the curve of his back, and his elbows have lost all strength.

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Lewd noises are forced out of his mouth – though Noah hasn’t an inkling whatsoever of his own begs. He climaxes a second time onto the bedsheets, and when his ears are no longer deafened, he feels the colonel pulling out.

The immediate sensation of loss has Noah lightheaded, his hole squeezing onto nothing, trembling in the aftermath. Slick dribbles out of him, but he thinks it’s not quite enough – a carnal part of him wants more. “Mm… Colonel… Colonel… fill me…” U0Hji3

He whines out the colonel’s title quite desperately, and Yang Rong replies with a spine-tingling murmur, “Then do not back out, little kitten. I won’t be done with you for several days.”

Yang Rong slides off the condom before wrapping and tossing it out of frame.

When Noah blinks back to the slightest bit of clarity, Yang Rong’s fingers are pressed onto his mouth, circling for entry. Noah, in a subdued state, parts to lick obediently. A small pill is slipped on his tongue, and it is the unfamiliar bitterness that makes him frown slightly, his eyes opening more in question.

“Contraception,” Yang Rong informs him – and Noah hadn’t noticed when the man had hovered behind him, speaking lowly into his ears. “Or would you prefer I breed you?” WB3APc

His waist is taken again and lifted upward. Noah feels a heavy weight between the crevice of his ass. Yang Rong’s cock smears precum thoroughly onto his flushed skin. Noah spreads himself willingly to be defiled and be it physiology or more, his body is arched wantonly. Yang Rong hums appreciatively – the noise travels to his heated ears – and gives him a smack. Yang Rong is perverse enough to enjoy the bounce of Noah’s ass, the involuntary clench around his own veiny erection.

“Offering yourself to me so easily,” the colonel speaks as he slides inside purposefully slowly, making sure Noah feels every inch of his length. “Bent over on my bed without complaint… Noah, do you have any idea of where you are confined?”

Yang Rong, in the beginnings of rut, is even more domineering than usual, each one of his syllables laced in desire. His cock is pulsing hot and heavy, already engorged from the rounds prior. Noah deliriously wants to take it in raw – and he sounds out just that, stuttering incoherently in lust, his walls clamping tightly in want.

The colonel drills all the way in with one rigorous thrust, much harder than before, and Noah goes numb. A rasped moan is all he gives before collapsing onto the bed, his head hitting against soft cotton. NFWEAJ

His arms tremble and lose all balance, his hands gripping onto the pillow for support. But Yang Rong is unrelentingly ramming into him, roused by the choked sobs that become muffled moans, soft whines that turn into pleas for more. Noah feels every scrape against his walls and indeed, it is dangerous to be subjected underneath – yet, he preens to be touched all the more.

“Colonel… Colonel Yang…”

“Yes,” Yang Rong murmurs, sliding a hand on the younger man’s strained stomach, lifting his backside more into the air. “What do you want to say, hmm? You have been moaning so prettily I cannot catch other words.”

It is with the briefest awareness that Noah stifles his voice against the pillow, prompting a light chuckle from the man above. Yang Rong is chasing after his own release now, his cock swelling notably inside. Noah is forced to endure the entirety of the girth – and if he has any more bits of clarity, he would voice it is much too wieldy to handle. dpVLjz

Noah isn’t aware of how deeply, how thickly he’s being entered until Yang Rong presses two fingers below his navel, prompting a pained choke and a pleasured little moan that only spurs more powerful slaps – skin on skin, entirely feral.

“…!” Noah is left a quivering mess, struggling to feel anything but pure fever. He feels the extent of Yang Rong’s tip, the harsh probing against his inner walls. He voices – chokes – that it is too deep, but the plea lands on deaf ears.

“I’ll prepare you,” Yang Rong grunts out, quickening his already dreadful pace. “Prepare you until I knot into you, Noah.”

Immediately after, Noah is racked with two violent thrusts, and then he feels thick, hot semen spilling in, filling him in loads, lubricating his already-soaked insides. w0BUPk

He is too debauched to form any coherency, and he can only moan against the pillow, riding the wave all the way through. Yang Rong is murmuring unknown words – words of filth and of pamper, compliments on how thoroughly defiled he looks.

“—So perfect,” the colonel may have said as he settled Noah onto his back, hungrily taking in the sight. “You take cock so perfectly, little fox.”

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And Noah looked every definition of debauched – silver hair scattered in every direction, teared eyes glowed palely, pupils vertical. His erection twitched in overstimulation and his shirt was lifted to reveal milky, wet abs. Yang Rong dragged two fingers across his lips, coaxing him to open his mouth where a set of small white fangs peeked.

Yang Rong had allowed the younger man some seconds of rest before lowering his fingers to pinch at a perked nipple. 1dIrBv

Some more seconds or perhaps minutes more, and Noah finds himself rammed into again – and Yang Rong shows no mercy either to bind his thin wrists on the headboard and go rougher. When his eyes widen in shock, his mouth parted for broken, pleasured moans, the colonel only digs deeper in rut.

“Noah,” Yang Rong murmurs, teething at the nape of his neck, “how hard do I have to fuck you for your ears to come out?”

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