Between compatible Alphas and Omegas, intimacy can be maddening. Especially when Feng Zhi, with his wealth of experience, is pulling out all the stops to please, while Yang Huaijin’s own experience in this regard is lacking.
In bed, pleasing each other isn’t just about being gentle and tender; on the contrary, providing an ultimate experience requires a bit of assertiveness and control. Feng Zhi is skilled in this regard.
“Don’t…” Yang Huaijin is torn between wanting to escape and wanting to comply with the teasing.
“Relax, you’re too tense,” the man’s deep voice echoes in his ear, “and too tight…”
“Ugh… shut up.”
Feng Zhi chuckled, his chest vibrating against Yang Huaijin’s naked skin.
“Alright.”
Yang Huaijin was teased by Feng Zhi’s pressure, feeling like even his fingertips were enveloped in the scent of tobacco. Feng Zhi controlled him entirely, sometimes giving pleasure, sometimes ruthlessly taking. Feng Zhi’s touches were like handling a treasure, yet his advances were akin to a ferocious beast tearing into its prey, causing pain. Yang Huaijin felt like he was tossed into the sea, where the water threatened to drown him, almost suffocating him, only to be met with precious air for a moment of respite. It was a relentless cycle.
In this moment, everything else faded away, and only the intertwined fingers of the two remained, as if the world had narrowed down to this single space beneath them. Within Yang Huaijin’s realm of perception, there was only Feng Zhi, this Alpha forcefully invading his body, and the wet, yielding parts of him almost instinctively accepting Feng Zhi’s intrusion. Every movement Feng Zhi made sent shivers through him, and the points of union seemed to transmit waves of pleasure along his spine, spreading throughout his body.
Not just where their bodies were connected, but this man’s lips and tongue seemed to have turned into sexual organs. His moist kisses roamed over every sensitive spot on Yang Huaijin’s body, his tongue entwined with his, probing into his mouth to play. Yang Huaijin’s lips seemed to possess the same function as some parts of his body, accepting the man’s forceful invasion.
Feng Zhi’s kisses landed on Yang Huaijin’s cheeks, corners of his eyes, and ears as he called out to him, “A-jin…”
Yang Huaijin’s heart pounded violently at these words, his body instinctively tightening around a certain part of Feng Zhi.
Feng Zhi, in this tightness, became more fierce in his movements, his large palm gliding over Yang Huaijin’s forehead, forcing him to open his eyes, and repeated once more, “A-jin.”
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Yang Huaijin looked at Feng Zhi, his gaze trembling, as he turned his head away, only to have his face held and turned back to face his Alpha. Yang Huaijin’s chest heaved, finally meeting Feng Zhi’s gaze and said, “…Feng Zhi.”
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The body seemed to adapt to the presence of another person more easily than the heart, and it was more honest. The stability of pheromones seemed to tell Yang Huaijin that his body was very satisfied with the pheromones of a certain Alpha. Well… except for some areas that felt uncomfortable from excessive use.
Feng Zhi pretended to be asleep, secretly half-opening his eyes to watch Yang Huaijin struggling in his embrace. Then, he rolled over in bed, turning from wrapping around Yang Huaijin to pressing his whole body on top of him, happily giving him a good morning kiss.
“Morning.”
“…..”
Yang Huaijin felt a bit uncomfortable with such intimate greetings, but he didn’t really have a reason to get upset, after all… it was he who had invited the wolf into the house last night.
He turned his face away, trying to change the subject, and asked, “When did you wake up?”
As far as he remembered, except for the time when Feng Zhi was half-awake after surgery, sweating profusely from a headache, he hadn’t seen Feng Zhi sleep.
“I don’t sleep much,” Feng Zhi continued to kiss him with a smile, “Don’t you want a good morning kiss?”
Yang Huaijin finally sensed that something was amiss and frowned, “Is it because of the headache? Has it always been like this?”
Yang Huaijin’s expression suddenly became serious, which made Feng Zhi refrain from teasing him further. He toned it down a bit and replied, “Yeah, it’s a lingering effect from the injury. Can’t help it.”
“Has it been… like this all along? For so many years…” Yang Huaijin was surprised. Feng Zhi didn’t seem at all like someone troubled by headaches, something he had never noticed before. “What happened to your injury?”
“Give me a good morning kiss, and then I’ll tell you,” Feng Zhi suddenly diverted the topic, teasing Yang Huaijin subconsciously to avoid talking about himself.
To his surprise, Yang Huaijin reached out, wrapped his arm around Feng Zhi’s neck, and closed the distance between them, planting a good morning kiss on Feng Zhi’s cheek.
This time, it was Feng Zhi’s turn to be stunned. He blinked, somewhat slow to process the kiss just now. The soft touch on his cheek seemed to linger, and Yang Huaijin’s arm on his shoulder was incredibly warm, almost melting his heart. With a serious expression, Yang Huaijin seemed only focused on seeking answers, seemingly unconcerned about what he had just done.
Feng Zhi gazed at Yang Huaijin with intense desire, causing Yang Huaijin to feel somewhat embarrassed and avert his gaze. Feng Zhi noticed him slightly turning his face away, revealing the marks left by Feng Zhi on his neck and shoulders from last night. Yang Huaijin’s fair skin made those marks very conspicuous, reminding one of the events from the previous night.
As a result, a certain part of Feng Zhi’s body honestly hardened…
“…..”
Before Yang Huaijin could say anything, his lips were captured by Feng Zhi’s. The ambiguous scent of tobacco enveloped Yang Huaijin as Feng Zhi’s large hands caressed his sensitive areas. Soon enough, any faint resistance he had was ‘forced’ to surrender.
Their morning exercise lasted for quite a while. Afterwards, Feng Zhi casually explained about his headache, effectively diverting the tension. Yang Huaijin didn’t have the time to hold Feng Zhi accountable for his morning boldness. Instead, he found himself weighed down by Feng Zhi’s experiences over the years. So when Feng Zhi suggested going to the beach for a ‘date’ after breakfast, Yang Huaijin absentmindedly agreed.
Twelve years ago, Feng Zhi suffered a serious injury. If it hadn’t been for Xing Tian rushing to the scene and sparing no effort to find the best hospital for his treatment, he might have died long ago. In the first two years after waking up, the constant headaches completely disrupted Feng Zhi’s life, nearly driving him insane with relentless pain. He became addicted to painkillers, until a medical laboratory in Germany used bio-magnetic interference to help alleviate his pain. However, it was only a temporary relief, unable to eradicate the pain entirely. The headaches persisted, and he eventually grew accustomed to this torment.
Recently, Feng Zhi underwent surgery to remove the magnetic implants, hoping to restore some of his memories from back then. However, his memories remained unaffected, while the headaches intensified.
Driving his flashy sports car, Feng Zhi took Yang Huaijin to the seaside. Yang Huaijin didn’t object, wanting to observe Feng Zhi’s condition more closely. It was hard to imagine this person being constantly plagued by headaches. In his daily life, Feng Zhi showed no signs of suffering from headaches, and he likely wouldn’t even mention them if Yang Huaijin didn’t ask.
Yang Huaijin recalled twelve years ago when ‘A-jiu’ went to do something for Chen Qi. Returning two hours later in the evening, A-jiu winced in pain when he hugged him, revealing two deep cuts on A-jiu’s back. Whether it was the ‘A-jiu’ from back then or the present Feng Zhi, their personalities remained unchanged. They would never speak about their wounds; they would carry them silently.
Author’s Note:
After finishing the first draft, the author: The misty and beautiful scenes with a touch of H in the first version were quite nice!
Before publishing, the author: A-jin has been through so much hardship, and the readers have been enduring it for so long. Finally, when things are starting to get sweet, it seems like there’s not enough H?
So, some additional intimate scenes were inserted between them. The author: Hmm, now the misty and beautiful scenes for the author’s satisfaction are back, and there’s some meat for everyone too, quite nice!
After publishing, a reader said: Miss, why are you skipping the intimate scenes? Miss! Don’t skip the intimate scenes!
Author: ??? I didn’t, I swear!
The author, faced with this dilemma, had to pick up the pen once again.
Hey, can’t middle-aged love stories be a bit lighter?
Loving them both…
Not sure what constitutes middle age….Ajin is not in his 40’s or 60’s right….
Thanks for the new chapters
ˁ•ᴗ•ˀつ～ 💞
Ikr, the author seems to insist Ajin is old, or maybe it’s coz Ajin himself thinks himself as old 🤣 His deteriorating body for years can really make you feel you’re in your 60s having frequent back pains