The fresh scent of orchids lingered around, their fragrance more captivating than even the pheromones. As the person drew closer, their body warmth felt so gentle and comforting… Feng Zhi’s thoughts were suddenly thrown into disarray.
His body acted before his mind could catch up. Tilting his head, Feng Zhi followed the faint scent of orchids, and when his nose touched the side of Yang Huaijin’s neck, his heart began to race wildly. In his mind, he saw the image of this boy from their first meeting—sunny, beautiful, confidently and recklessly smiling… And now, he was his…
Feng Zhi brought his lips close to the beautifully curved neck, delicately embracing the person in front of him. He didn’t even dare to kiss Yang Huaijin, fearing he might break him. He whispered, “Why…?”
Yang Huaijin relaxed his body, a hint of confusion in his eyes, as he murmured by Feng Zhi’s ear, “Why do you ask? A-jiu, I don’t know…”
Yang Huaijin’s words were cut off by Feng Zhi’s lips. Feng Zhi voraciously devoured Yang Huaijin’s lips, fearing that the upcoming words might shatter everything that he just had. Regardless of the reason, he wanted Yang Huaijin, and since he had agreed, he wouldn’t give him a chance to back out. Yang Huaijin was his, his Omega!
As clothes were discarded, both of them were incredibly inexperienced in matters of love. Feng Zhi kissed Yang Huaijin until his lips ached, his actions not gentle. It was evident that Feng Zhi was also inexperienced. Yang Huaijin inexplicably felt a bit of relief; he knew he had been too impulsive. But if that person was ‘A-jiu,’ he suddenly felt like taking a gamble, risking his own life, betting that ‘A-jiu’ wouldn’t harm him.
Their kisses were chaotic collisions, their caresses unguided. Only the intertwining of pheromones seemed natural, as if they were born with the knowledge. One was a strong Alpha, the other an Omega with exceptionally good genes. As the scents of tobacco and orchids gradually merged in the room, every touch of their skin felt like an electric current, sending tingles all the way to their hearts— they unexpectedly fit together!
Suppressing his breath, Feng Zhi pushed Yang Huaijin onto the bed. The boy beneath him was completely naked, yet he only dared to kiss his cheeks and neck, and touch Yang Huaijin’s arms, waist, and thighs. The skin under his palm was cool and smooth, every part of this person stirring his heart. He couldn’t get enough of touching him, yet he also didn’t dare to go further. Yang Huaijin was so good, Feng Zhi felt like he was defiling him.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Yang Huaijin pushed Feng Zhi away slightly. “Are you eighteen yet?”
“…” Feng Zhi froze for a moment, “Last week… I just had my birthday.”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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“Mm…” Yang Huaijin laughed in response, “Okay.”
Okay… Okay what? What an idiot!
Feng Zhi fiercely kissed Yang Huaijin’s lips, his hand reaching between Yang Huaijin’s legs, grasping a certain hardened organ, and gently caressing it.
Yang Huaijin’s body tensed up instantly, breathing heavily. As their lips parted, Feng Zhi stared at Yang Huaijin’s face. His lips were moist, and his eyes seemed damp too, revealing a mixture of anxiety and uncontrollable desire. Those beautiful eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering gently, and the scent of orchids in the room intensified with Yang Huaijin’s arousal.
Yang Huaijin’s body temperature rose, and areas with densely clustered blood vessels started to blush—corners of his eyes, neck, chest… Every slightly reddened part of his fair skin carried a sensual implication. Feng Zhi’s actions didn’t stop; he extended his tongue to lick a small protrusion on Yang Huaijin’s chest, causing the person beneath him to tremble repeatedly. Yang Huaijin had never been treated like this before. He attempted to push Feng Zhi away, but Feng Zhi seemed possessed, gradually expanding the range of his licking—nipples, chest, collarbone, shoulders, earlobes… In Feng Zhi’s eyes at this moment, Yang Huaijin was like a piece of honey, impossible to lick enough. He was too good, too beautiful, too tempting, too delicious…
“Mm… no, no…” Yang Huaijin curled up in Feng Zhi’s arms, his body squirming as Feng Zhi’s scorching palm and kisses were pushing him towards a certain peak. He shook his head, trying to resist this unfamiliar yet extreme sensation.
Feng Zhi, like a little beast, bit down on Yang Huaijin’s neck, preventing him from moving, while his hand sped up, exerting more force on that delicate spot. He regretted not taking off his own pants earlier, as his lower body could only rub against Yang Huaijin’s thigh through the fabric.
“Slow down… slower…” Yang Huaijin said.
Feng Zhi bit down on Yang Huaijin’s neck, not responding.
“…” Yang Huaijin squirmed uncomfortably, murmuring in embarrassment, “Mm… faster…”
“Mm,” Feng Zhi answered with a nasal tone, his pheromones unrestrainedly released, the scent of tobacco enveloping the person beneath him tightly.
Yang Huaijin breathed rapidly, the pain from the bites on his neck becoming almost imperceptible amid the desire, serving as some sort of stimulating force for his arousal. He felt like he was being engulfed in tangible smoke, his entire body wrapped in the mist of tobacco scent, sometimes suffocating, sometimes able to breathe briefly. In that moment of release, everything disappeared before his eyes, leaving only the sound of breathing, his, and A-jiu’s…
Feng Zhi’s palm and chest were covered in Yang Huaijin’s sticky release. He rested on Yang Huaijin’s shoulder, burying his face in the crook of the other’s neck.
As the desire gradually subsided, Yang Huaijin suddenly felt that something was off—was A-jiu feeling a bit… shy?
He turned his head to nuzzle Feng Zhi with his face, but Feng Zhi didn’t move. Yang Huaijin reached out and pushed him away slightly, seeing that the boy’s cheeks were flushed.
“You…” Yang Huaijin reached towards a certain area pressed against his leg, feeling that the hardness had diminished slightly. He hesitated, “You also…ejaculated?”
Feng Zhi became even more embarrassed, pursing his lips and avoiding Yang Huaijin’s gaze.
“Pfft…” Yang Huaijin burst into laughter, his cheeks turning red with heat, “I’m not any better, I didn’t even touch you…”
Feng Zhi angrily grabbed the other’s mischievous hand from below, pressing it against the side of his head. “Stop laughing! It’s all because of you…”
Yang Huaijin didn’t give in, lips pursed, eyes smiling. “Because of me? Because of what?”
“Because of you…” Feng Zhi didn’t finish his sentence. He kissed the person’s rosy lips fiercely, licking and teasing, his tongue invading the other’s mouth, intertwining in a hot and wet embrace, rendering this mouth unable to utter a single word.
It’s all because you’re too good…
It’s all because you’re too tempting…
It’s all because you make me lose control…
Author's Notes
Reading the author’s note makes me so scared I don’t wish to continue to the next chapter… 🥲