Moon Theory (ABO)Ch59 - clearly, letting off steam

“Shower gel, shampoo,” Noah points out very cursorily ten minutes later as he throws a fully-clothed Yang Rong into the bathtub. He picks up a few individual bottles and places them by the rack. “Conditioner and face wash.”

As far as accommodations go, Noah does provide all shower essentials but… he has zero energy to deal with Colonel Yang, who’d commented on just about everything in sight. First, it was about how ‘plain’ his room was, then he changed his mind to call it ‘finicky like its resident’ and later, when he started commenting on the bedsheets (‘hard to wash’) as well, Noah had opted to haul him out. GDCIvz

“Get out,” Noah had angrily told him off. “Take your unnecessary comments elsewhere.”

And don’t ask Noah why he’d been coerced to let Colonel Yang stay after the latter had spewed apologies in cursive and smoothly talked his way out – “it is only rare for me to be allowed in your personal space, little kitten, so don’t be angry. I’ll stop commenting on your bedsheets and focus on the bed itself. Too small for two people.”

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Present time, ten minutes later, Noah is now simply too tired to deal with him. He throws him a cotton towel and slides the glass shower door closed. “Everything else is in the cabinet. Shout for help only if you slip and die—in that case, I’d gladly bury your corpse.”

“—Wait, wait,” Yang Rong slides the door open again just as he was about to leave, “little kitten, you’d have to explain the functions.” xkUCQ2

Noah quirks a single eyebrow. “Of?”

Yang Rong gestures to the white bottle in his hand as though it were some holy grail. The colonel has a dead serious expression on his face when he shakes it a few times. “What is this… conditioner? Apply it after shampoo? What for? And why is a face wash different from a regular wash?”

The colonel squirts some of conditioner out, molds it around his fingers and adds, “It feels like lubricant. Looks rather similar, too. Is this for jacking—”

Noah grabs the bottle out of his hands and slams it down by the sink, out of reach from the man. “You don’t need to use it.”

“Face wash?” Yang Rong asks as he rotates yet another bottle. “I wash my face with water.”

Noah grabs that bottle too and throws it away. With a deadpan expression, he leans forward, grabs the shower head, turns it on and resolutely sprays Yang Rong in the face.

“This is a faucet,” he says matter-of-factly, fully treating the other like an inept caveman. “Turn left for hot, right for cold.”

“…” Colonel Yang brushes back his wet bangs. “Understood.” 90jArD

The man starts unbuttoning his shirt and pants even before Noah leaves the bathroom – extremely shameless, but Noah had long accepted the fact. He slams the door shut behind him and heaves a long sigh. Immediately, his body is hit with heavy fatigue, throwing him into unbalanced inertia.

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This is Noah’s room and… he’s never one to share private spaces. He hasn’t a firm handle on Yang Rong’s character either – overbearing and arrogant, overly talkative, downright alpha. He associates the colonel with dangerous green eyes, condescending smirks and yet, once in a starstruck night, he’d look so uncharacteristically gentle that it throws Noah for a loop. psbkCr

Noah thinks it’s true that Yang Rong looks a lot more amicable when out of his combat uniform. The noir makes him too intimidating to be around – though recently, Noah has found less to be frightened about and more to be confused about. He dozes off to strange thoughts, his body succumbing to extreme exhaustion.

Only for a moment, because when the shower shuts off, the bathroom door bangs open – loudly, like Yang Rong simply must make his presence known. Noah lets out a soft noise of dissatisfaction and doesn’t address him. He doesn’t even open his eyes at all, really, refusing to pay him any attention.

“—Noah,” the man calls out, pressed to announce himself. He walks closer to the bed – without shoes on, because Noah can still hear bare toes against his floor tiles. “Noah, wake up.”

“…” No response. Noah opts to sleepily turn his head away. 6Ndf3F

In his muddled state, he registers Yang Rong leaning toward him – the scent of his natural musk is mixed with light mint shampoo and vanilla bodywash. There is also heat radiating from his body. “Noah, wake up but don’t open your eyes,” the man says into his ear. “I have an issue.”

“…Yang Rong,” he murmurs into the pillow, ignoring the way Yang Rong’s lips brush against the lobe of his ear. Purposefully, perhaps, but he’s too conked to care. “What…?”

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“It isn’t a big issue,” Yang Rong says. “It is only that you haven’t given me underwear. Mine is being hung to dry.”

“Just…don’t…” hmiHIn

“Just don’t what?” The man really is purposefully doing it now, talking sinfully lowly into his ear, placing an arm by the side of his head. “Just don’t put on underwear?”

Noah only hums in response.

“And where should I sleep when you’ve taken up all of the bed?” Yang Rong rubs his silver hair, intent on receiving attention. “Will you really make your guest sleep on the floor?”

“Mn…” Noah leans into the touch, letting out soft hums that sound increasingly like purrs the more Yang Rong rubs downward – the latter is suspiciously good at appeasing him. “Yang Rong…” ot0PUN

“What is it, kitten?” Yang Rong whispers with a hint of a smile. He drags his palm down to Noah’s scent gland – a slight shiver in response, but Noah easily accepts the warmth. “Does it feel good here?”

Noah is fully treating the colonel as a masseur, baring his neck to allow access. “Mn. Good.”

“Then in exchange, let your Rong-ge sleep on the bed with you,” Yang Rong lets out a low chuckle. “And don’t kick up a fuss tomorrow morning, hm?”

“Mn.” itIrJl

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Noah fades back and forth into consciousness. If he were more aware, he’d realize the arm draped around his waist. In an extreme state of lethargy, however, Noah only nuzzles comfortably into warmth, angling himself deeper into the hold. It is rare for him to sleep this pleasantly – his body temperature’s always been abnormally low, but this morning, he finds himself clinging onto a solid block of heat.

The block shifts underneath him and Noah lets out a soft whine, unwilling to let go. He murmurs something unintelligible even to his own ears before drifting off again.

The next time he awakes is to a low, coarse grunt and then the warmth on his waist has moved to his lower hip. Noah jolts slightly when he’s kneaded in slow and languid clockwise motions. He frowns and ignores it—until a particularly hard pinch shocks him awake. 3RFzjX

His eyes snap open.

He immediately regrets being awake because such a predicament is difficult to digest. His face is plastered straight onto Yang Rong’s neck, his hands are curled onto Yang Rong’s very naked torso and his legs are so convolutedly entangled he hasn’t an idea how to even move.

This doesn’t account for the fact that Colonel Yang’s erection is digging into his abdomen, seeming to grow in size the more Noah struggles out of the hold.

Noah hisses out softly when his stitches are grazed. He tries to shake the man awake but in futility – not to mention, Yang Rong has the firmest iron grip on his back. Even when unconscious, the alpha is unyielding. KwkBN9

“…Yang…Rong!” He smacks the man on the torso but alas, Colonel Yang is utterly dead to the world. His eyes are closed in deep sleep – a part of Noah randomly suggests that man looks more attractive in the mornings – and his low breathing remains steady even after five consecutive punches.

The sixth one prompts a grunt and then a husky, sleep-deprived voice. “Shh…” Yang Rong, definitely in dream state, hugs him closer and slides a hand down the full of his ass. Large hands fondle him in circular motions, insistently locking him in place. “Shh… be good… don’t move…”

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“—!” Noah doesn’t want to know what the man is dreaming about. He resolutely slams his head against Yang Rong’s jaw – prompts a loud groan – then, when the hold is loosened, Noah grabs the pillow and batters the man underneath.

The rough twacks against Yang Rong’s face have him immediately awake and alert. His eyes open up wide and he braces for the pillow’s impact, grabbing and halting it mid-strike. “What?!” Yang Rong shouts loudly and throatily, his voice caught in the droves of sleep. “An attack?” eqGLHo

Noah hoists himself to straddle the man’s hip and forces the pillow downward, effectively smacking Yang Rong again on the face – he’s disappointed it only induces a muffled grunt.

“Yang. Rong.” He glowers, his heterochromatic eyes narrowing with danger. “Why are you in my bed?”

Yang Rong slowly blinks himself out of lethargy. Muddled green eyes trail from Noah’s angrily flustered face down to his exposed collarbones. A portion of his chest is visible underneath the thin dress shirt – Yang Rong takes extra long to stare at the slight perk of his nipple before lowering to see Noah’s also too-thin sweatpants that accentuate the curve of his hip. The heat of Yang Rong’s nether juts upward, probing the center of Noah’s ass.

Yang Rong opens his mouth. “Well, kitten, I can explain—” Czsarm

Noah grabs him by the collar, leaning forward to spit out angrily, “Get. Lost.”

It leaves little to the imagination when, as Noah bends down, his white shirt dips even lower to expose two rosy buds. Colonel Yang may have taken a very long glimpse. His erection, too, rises in indication.

The fluster on Noah’s face only grows as the prominent bulge nudges deeper. His grip on the pillow doesn’t loosen when he prepares to whack the man again.

“…” Yang Rong raises both hands in surrender. “Kitten, I apologize promptly for my physiological reaction. It is normal, alright? You’ve basically held onto me all night and I’ll have you know that your clothes are very… fitting for your assets, especially when you’re sleeping in that position. I’ve also made it a point to wear pants last night, at the very least, so if you’re this frazzled right now… I can only imagine how you’d feel when I tell you that you’ve hugged onto my completely naked body, towel off and everything—” IA9ioV

“Your scent,” Noah only says angrily while covering his nose. The light pink has spread from the tip of his ears to his cheeks, an enticing contrast to his pale fingers. “Get away from me.”

“Yes, yes,” Yang Rong tries to appease him. “But the one on top of me is you and…” The man’s gaze flicks downward, shamelessly ogling at Noah’s forming erection. “Noah, your pheromones are also very distracting right now, so if you continue straddling me like this, I really wouldn’t know how to contain myself. I believe I have made my intentions very clear to you.”

Noah decisively smothers him before climbing off the bed. He stomps into the bathroom and slams the door shut behind him.

A minute later, the sound of the shower masks the sound of his low gasps and pretty moans, his body sliding against the shower glass, quivering to be touched. It is his omega instincts that spur him heatedly, but it is personal awareness that he’s focusing on heavy vetiver, arousing sandalwood, the strained, husky grunts of the colonel outside. v9DRfb

He can feel Yang Rong’s presence so closely. The thin walls do nothing to quell his crave. Warm steam fogs up the mirror to the side and what a sight he makes – translucent skin, body flushed, reddened tips of his ears that match daintily with his silver hair.

Noah bites his lips and shudders, feeling more slick ooze out of his entrance. He slides a finger in and thinks that it isn’t quite enough – not at all comparable to the colonel’s girth – and Noah is wholly shaken by lust, by need and by an inkling of something more.