Moon Theory (ABO)Ch28.5 - extra1, april fool’s special

Heavy footsteps, incoherent mumbles, heavy breathing.

In the dining room, five individuals gather in roundtable assembly. Their expressions are pensive, complicated, agitated. There is sweat running down Jae’s forehead and the young soldier, having just finished his daily training session, is incredibly antsy. Li Jiayun, as well, is more anxious than usual, her brown eyes wide in disbelief. f021RS

The tension is as suffocating as smog.

And the news came as abruptly as a whirling hurricane, sweeping every person off their feet, sending them crashing into the pantry cabinet.

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Ming Tang, deliverer, had announced very simply, “I don’t think he’s going to make it.”

“Who isn’t?” Jae had questioned with furrowed brows. tITwKk

“Noah.”

Ming Tang is too nonchalant to be delivering such grim news and if it weren’t for the unwavering look in his eyes, his words just might have carried jest. He doesn’t, however, seem to be joking in the slightest.

With a low sigh that is completely uncharacteristic of his perpetually expressionless demeanor, Ming Tang walks up to them and says, “Whatever drug he’d taken is potent… lethal enough to kill. I checked just now. His breathing isn’t stabilizing and his heart rate is dangerously lagged. I suspect that at this rate, he may pass—”

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“—How could that happen?” Yang Rong, standing by the far right, cuts in. He is exceptionally cold – even colder than usual. His dark, green eyes are tinged with candlelight, but the normal sepia orange hue has turned into a manic red. It is at times like these that he looks unapproachable, dangerous and utterly feral.

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“Nobody move.” Yang Rong gives the order curtly. His gaze is absolutely murderous. “Stay away from the room.” GeEp7Q

—

The sight isn’t as he expected.

Yang Rong walks in to see a silver-haired young man, not dead, but not… exactly in prime shape, either. Sure, the shape that Noah is in isn’t bad (not in the slightest) and sure, Noah looks absolutely… (breathtakingly) cute when wrapped in the blanket like a smol burrito with a dash of spice, his disheveled hair poking out like smoller hedgehog spikes. Cute.

The problem is that, as wonderful as he looks, when Noah throws the blanket away, there is little left to the imagination. The young man is half—fully (? he doesn’t let his eyes wander yet) naked in his room and fucking Christ, are those ears that are sticking cutely out of soft tufts of hair? Colonel Yang stares agape and – don’t blame him if he ends up trailing his sight downward from rose-tinted lips to unmarked neck to collarbone and more lewdly to the goddamn perky nipples—they’re flushed, goddamn it, had Noah played with— oFTXWM

“Mm…” Noah lets out a soft moan that immediately paralyzes him. The young man groggily drags himself out of bed and then—

Noah gets so close that the scent of fresh shower gel and light floral takes away all his rationale. The young man throws himself on top of Yang Rong’s body, rubbing himself on his solid chest. Yang Rong remains paralyzed – simply, enabling every bit of the advance.

One thing he didn’t notice prior is that Noah has a cat’s tail, peeking out from his behind—did Yang Rong ever mention that even though Noah is lanky, his ass is (redacted)—?

“Colonel Yang—” the young man says, his delicate (pretty) hands tracing from Yang Rong’s torso down to sculpted abs. The sensation is enough to throw him in overdrive. Noah doesn’t stop dipping his hand lower and lower, past his belt, resting on his nether. “Let me…” 32nDwd

Yang Rong takes a long while to respond. “…Let you?”

Then Noah drops on his knees, hovers his face dangerously close to his crotch, and starts to unzip his pants with his mouth. His cat ears perk up eagerly – Yang Rong really wants to touch them, fondle them, perhaps bite them but for whatever strange reason, he is rooted in place. Warm breaths are felt on his erection and then soon, Yang Rong feels a tongue licking the fabric of his boxer briefs, and—

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Noah lets out a small moan and begins to suck eagerly—

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“Colonel Yang.”

A deadpan voice rips him out of daze.

An early morning inside the military base and Yang Rong had yet to get up from where he was sleeping on the floor. He’s stuck in a mental loop of…

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Yoo Seok, his alarm clock for today, gives him a pointed stare. “It’s half past five. We will be an hour late to the supply station. What are you looking at with such a twisted expression on your face?”

Yang Rong says, “Nothing?”

Yoo Seok’s dark-brown eyes lower to see the very obvious erection straining against his pants. The soldier says very simply, “Colonel Yang, I won’t ask who you were thinking about, but you should try your best to not let him find out.”

“…I was only thinking about a very sexy prostitute I want to sleep with.” qVIkH3

Yoo Seok waves his hand before disappearing off into the other room. “You should also not let him find out you said that.”

your author is a dumb clown: unbeta’d and completely unedited, written in like twenty minutes. is this canon?? (uh i leave it to you.)

anyway, the actual chapter will be released the day after ; sorry for being a clown, i swear my smut scenes are better than this

(yes it’s an april fool’s special chapter) 3dapEX