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Xie Lian stares at the eviction note in his hand with blank eyes. The paper crumples in his hold and his eyes burn. He knew this was coming, of course. He hasn’t been able to pay his rents on time for months, always begging for more understanding and more time from his strict landlord.
More, more, more, until his pleads just weren't enough.
It seems that his bad luck finally caught up with him.
He tosses the offending piece of paper away, the words already burnt into the depths of his mind. He has one month to pay the rent for the missing three months as well as the current one. It’s impossible, he knows, even with the combined income of his job at the video rental store and his camming activities.
He gets dressed slowly, body moving on autopilot while his mind is running at a speed of a million miles per minute. He knows it’s impossible to get more shifts at the video store. In the age of streaming services, it is only a handful of people who are willing to rent DVDs and Blurays anyway. The whole existence of the store is hanging by a thread with the number of the customers dwindling.
But Xie Lian likes his job. There are only three people working at the store—himself, Feng Xin and Mu Qing—and they have a big say over the selection and their shifts. They already know not to compete with those streaming platforms, instead focusing on niche films from all genres, international cinema and flicks of the old. Xie Lian is especially fond of golden era Xianle comedies and all sorts of monster films but, unfortunately, rent isn’t something one can pay with fondness and good intentions.
That is how Xie Lian ultimately found himself camming.
He cannot say he likes it. Most of the time he feels awkward, baring his body to those faceless, nameless people who watch him pleasure himself. He’s never done anything particularly kinky, has even steered away from using knotting dildos and other toys for penetration. He hasn’t filmed his heats. It’s just him masturbating, long hair falling down his shoulders and caressing his body as he comes for the camera, over and over again, wet hole clenching around his fingers.
He has found his niche, though. Xie Lian is a male omega, wearing normal men’s clothes and enjoying being one in real life. However, while camming he leans into the feminine aesthetics, making himself all dolled up and pretty. He never reveals his face, but has learnt to move his body in a way that tells more than a thousand words, has learnt the best angles for making his butt jiggle enticingly as he shakes it, has leant to drag his fingers across his hairless belly in a way that has his audience groaning and showering him with praise and donations.
Xie Lian has always been dainty and slender, and his long hair just adds to the touch. It took him a while to make this a proper asset but now he is finally able to make some money just by looking like that and without having to debase himself by fucking a toy in front of all those people. Even after all these months, Xie Lian isn’t comfortable with the idea at all. He is a virgin and wants nothing more than to be properly deflowered by someone he likes instead of a lifeless toy.
Xie Lian’s shift at the store is a quiet one and he spends his time filling in the pick and mix boxes and cleaning the tongs. The door chimes and Xie Lian whips his head around, ready to welcome the customer.
“San Lang!”
A tall man in his twenties with a wild pitch black hair, dangerously handsome features and a set of mismatched eyes enters the store and smiles and Xie Lian.
“Gege. Here you are, I missed you.”
Xie Lian laughs. Hua Cheng—San Lang to him—is one of their regular customers, always making an appearance whenever Xie Lian is at work. It all started out as small greetings that blossomed into tips about good films that turned into heated talks about anything and everything on the earth.
Needless to say, Xie Lian enjoys Hua Cheng’s presence immensely. He always manages to bring a smile to his face. Hua Cheng is an alpha but not one of those rowdy ones. He behaves well and wears proper scent blockers out of common courtesy, just as Xie Lian does to seal away his sweet omega scent that would drive the unmated alphas around him nuts.
Hua Cheng often stays to chat, sometimes bringing treats for Xie Lian to enjoy. They have grown closer but are yet to spend time together outside Xie Lian’s job. He doesn’t mind, though, because he knows Hua Cheng is busy with his law studies. For him, it is enough to have Hua Cheng’s bright presence grace his days even like this, confined within the space of the rental store.
“Hi San Lang,” he greets happily. The warm look Hua Cheng gives him makes him forget all his worries; even that mean eviction note. “How can I help you today?”
Hua Cheng grins impishly. “Gege only needs to exist and this San Lang is immensely helped.”
Xie Lian bursts out in pearly laughter. “You’re impossible, San Lang.”
“Am I? Hopefully in a good way.”
“In the best way,” Xie Lian acquiesces and Hua Cheng looks extremely pleased.
They talk about this and that as Xie Lian tidies the store, their chat easily flowing from one topic to another. Xie Lian keeps stealing glances at Hua Cheng and the way his arms flex as he waves them around, having shed his thick winter parka. It should be forbidden for the alpha to wear t-shirts, especially when he lifts his arms to pick something for Xie Lian from the heights of the shelf, his t-shirt riding up and revealing a tantalizing strip of pale skin and steely muscles.
Xie Lian has long since acknowledged these strange feelings inside him when it comes to Hua Cheng. He has also decided never to act on them. Hua Cheng is a prime alpha with a bright future before him. He doesn’t need to be dragged down by someone like Xie Lian who isn’t even able to keep a flat and has to resort to camming to keep his life afloat.
“San Lang,” he calls out, voice only slightly hoarse. “We have a new monster film from Wuyong. One of those old ones that were made as propaganda. Want to see?”
“Oh really?” Hua Cheng’s voice in full of interest. “I really don’t know how gege is able to source all those rare films.”
Xie Lian grins and winks. “Trade secrets.”
Hua Cheng pouts and it makes Xie Lian want to cradle his face and peck him on the lips.
“Gege is so mean,” the alpha huffs.
“You have to ask Pei Ming,” Xie Lian says and pours a huge bag of marshmallows into a transparent container.
Pei Ming is the owner of the store and although he doesn’t work there much, Xie Lian kind of likes him. He’s brash and bold, an unmated alpha who doesn’t hide his love for omegas of all sizes and ages. However, Xie Lian has come to realize that Pei Ming has a good heart under all that bravado and omeganizer tendencies.
“I’ll pass,” Hua Cheng notes. “I’d rather only talk to gege.”
“Impossible, truly,” Xie Lian huffs incredulously. On the inside, however, he feels warm although he makes sure to hide the feeling immediately.
“Gege, what time are you off today?” Hua Cheng asks and swiftly changes the topic.
“I’m closing, so some time after 11pm,” Xie Lian says and his face turns into a frown. He welcomes the later hours because the pay is better, but it’s too late to start camming after that. The words from the eviction letter are imprinted on his brain and he feels his throat constrict around nothing.
Hua Cheng seems to notice something is amiss but doesn’t push it, only giving him a contemplative look. “Why don’t I walk gege home?”
“Oh,” Xie Lian says, startled. “You don’t have to. It’s not like it’s my first time returning this late.”
Hua Cheng smiles and his alpha fangs peek from between his lips, creating an alluring finishing touch to the piece of art that is his face. “I insist. Gege looks preoccupied, it’s better to have someone watch out for him.”
Xie Lian opens his mouth but nothing comes out, maybe because he actually selfishly wants to spend time with Hua Cheng. “Alright. Who am I to say no to you?” he says helplessly.
“Good. It’s settled, then.” Hua Cheng winks and plops down on the chair next to the till, pulling up a thick book on corporate law from his bag and burying his nose in it as if this is the best study environment in the world.
They stay like that for the rest of Xie Lian’s shift: Hua Cheng studying, sticking small post-its into parts of the text that he finds important, and Xie Lian serving the slow flow of customers. When it’s time to close, Xie Lian apologetically tells Hua Cheng he needs to leave so that Xie Lian can count the money. Hua Cheng nods and smiles, packs his things and covers his broad yet slender body in his thick crimson red parka. Xie Lian’s heart aches a bit, because he looks so good.
“I’ll wait gege on the outside,” Hua Cheng notes before stepping out, leaving Xie Lian to close the store.
He shuts down the systems and counts the money. There isn’t much cash nowadays, but whatever there is he seals away into a small bag, securing it away in their safe. Mu Qing will visit the bank on Monday for reconciliation.
Putting on his own long down jacket, a pompom beanie and thick mittens, Xie Lian exits the store and locks the door behind him. It has started to snow, huge snowflakes falling idly from the sky. Hua Cheng is waiting for him and the way snowflakes stick into his long dark lashes makes Xie Lian’s belly flip.
“Hi gege,” the alpha says as if they just hadn’t spent hours in each other’s company.
“Hi San Lang,” Xie Lian answers. “Shall we?”
“Of course.”
Xie Lian starts leading the way, vaguely aware that this is the first time he’s allowing Hua Cheng to walk him home. It makes him uncomfortable. He trusts the alpha but he doesn’t trust his own poor heart.
The streets of Xianle are becoming white with snow, a thick layer covering the steely grey asphalt, banking on the sides. It’s freezing and Xie Lian trembles despite his thick winter clothes, rubbing his hands together. Suddenly a strong parka-covered arm pulls him into the crook of Hua Cheng’s armpit, a steady weight on his shoulder.
“Gege is cold,” Hua Cheng states simply, staring ahead and refusing to say anything else.
Xie Lian should pull away but his body is frozen, nesting against Hua Cheng’s tall frame. His legs move on their own accord. Snow keeps falling all around them, pretty snowflakes creating a wintery paradise out of the city, illuminated by the dim street lights.
“Pretty,” Xie Lian whispers, voice barely audible. With every word a puff of warm breath leaves his lips and floats in the air as a mist of steam before evaporating.
“Yeah,” Hua Cheng agrees with a low voice.
When Xie Lian turns to look at him, he’s not even looking at the scenery but him, eyes burning enough to melt Xie Lian’s insides into a mess of honey.
Xie Lian gives him a wobbly, flushed, crooked smile. “San Lang,” he admonishes. “The weather is like this. Focus on the road.”
“My bad, gege,” Hua Cheng drawls and turns his gaze away. “But it’s pretty indeed.”
Xie Lian nods as they walk on. “I wonder for how long we’ll have snow this time.”
The words taste stale in his mouth because at this rate he’ll be homeless in a month. Where is he going to stay if the ground is covered with frost and snow? Panic thrums in him, eager and sharp.
He could always ask Mu Qing and Feng Xin, but something tells him he would rather freeze to death than listen to them go about his shitty financial situation and even shittier choice of work. In addition, rooming with two unmated alphas doesn’t sound like a good idea, no matter how much they are his friends.
Xie Lian is startled away from his thoughts by Hua Cheng’s voice. “—the long-range weather forecast, it’s going to be like this for the whole winter. Apparently a polar vortex somewhere in the North, or something.”
“…Ah.”
Xie Lian really needs to keep his flat. It’s tiny, but it’s clean. It’s his. He wants to stay there, he doesn’t want to become homeless. He has experience of that, too, although he really hasn’t talked about it with anyone. One more thing he feels uncomfortable about. But somehow earning four months’ worth of money when he normally struggles with one? The odds really aren’t looking too good for him.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng rumbles.
“Huh, ah?”
“Gege knows that if there is something that worries him, this San Lang will always help.”
The way Hua Cheng looks at him sends sparks crisscross across his skin, but he must be imagining the simmering worry in his eyes. Life is being a bitch and Xie Lian is merely imagining things to make it better, to bring him comfort.
“Of course, San Lang. Thank you.”
Hua Cheng squeezes his shoulder, his arm still snaked around Xie Lian’s body to keep him close. The snowfall is getting thicker by the minute, banks of snow pooling around their feet as they walk. The wind has started to blow, sending vortexes of snow tumble in the air. The weather is as tumultuous as Xie Lian’s emotions.
“We’re almost there,” he says, pulling over his hood to stop the snow from falling into his neck. His long hair is inside his coat, safe and secure and dry. The same cannot be said for Hua Cheng, who also has pulled his fur-covered hood over his head, his face peeking from inside, black inky hair spilling out from one side. Two gem-like eyes stare at Xie Lian and the way snowflakes rest on his hair makes the alpha so very ethereal that Xie Lian has to turn away his gaze lest his knees go weak.
They arrive at Xie Lian’s small block of flats, one of those older buildings among the new condos. Hua Cheng disentangles himself from Xie Lian’s personal space but doesn’t leave immediately. It’s past midnight already.
“Thank you, gege, for letting this one walk you home.”
Hua Cheng lifts his glove-covered hand and brushes a trickle of snowflakes from his reddened, cold cheek, staring into his soul.
“Ah, San Lang,” Xie Lian stammers, feeling his face heat under that earnest gaze. “It should be me thanking you. So. Thank you.” He laughs nervously.
“It’s nothing,” Hua Cheng says and there is wonder in his voice. “Gege should get inside. It’s freezing.”
“Yeah,” Xie Lian whispers. His body feels like lead when he forces it to turn around, Hua Cheng’s hand falling away from his face. “Bye, San Lang.”
He opens the door and steps inside the stairwell, not looking back. Once inside his own flat he slumps against the door, leaving a wet mess of melting snow on the floor. His breaths come out in sharp pants and his belly knots tightly until it hurts. Hua Cheng is just too sweet and so out of Xie Lian’s league.
Xie Lian, who cams in secret just to keep this small flat and his humble life. And now…
Suddenly he knows what to do. His head hurts from the thought and bile rises to his throat but he swallows it down, steeling his heart.
He’s going to auction his virginity for the sake of keeping his apartment.
SQX: “Hey Flower Crown! An amazing show! Here to support you as always!”
Xie Lian stares at the chat and gives a sultry laugh, stroking his leaking cock in front of the camera. He’s wearing a golden tight bodysuit that hugs his tight frame, and lacy over-knee socks that dig into the meat of his thighs just enough to give an idea of a nicely grabbable piece of flesh. His cock hangs freely from the space he has created for it by pulling away the crotch of the bodysuit.
“Thanks for being here,” Xie Lian says, playing with his dick with one hand and twiddling with a lock of hair with another. “Are you having fun?”
He watches as a bunch of eager messages pop on his screen together with a generous amount of donations.
Crimson Flower: “There is no greater privilege than seeing Flower Crown healthy and well.”
Xie Lian cracks a smile just as he thumbs his slit, letting out a breathless moan. They cannot see his face, but there is something about Crimson Flower that always makes him smile. He watches his every live, always tipping him generously, always eager yet polite—unlike that other one.
BaiWX.
Luckily he’s not here today.
Xie Lian pushes the thought away from his mind and sits on the floor, legs splayed, revealing both his cock and his balls for his audience to feast their eyes on. He’s completely hairless, it’s part of the job.
I_love_omegas_in_heat: “You’re amazing, Flower Crown. Can you finger your wet omega pussy for me?”
Another large donation blinks on the screen and Xie Lian hums. It’s not anything he hasn’t done before so why not. At least they’re asking nicely.
Crimson Flower: “Don’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Flower Crown.”
Xie Lian blinks at the amount of money Crimson Flower just donated. “Thank you, Crimson Flower,” he says softly and pushes his cock into the tightness of his fist, letting out a drawn out stuttering moan. “Feels so good.”
Luckily the bodysuit has snap buttons in the crotch, making it easier for Xie Lian to just rip it open. He shuffles a bit, turning his backside on the camera. He can still follow the chat from his cell phone screen perched next to his head.
I_love_omegas_in_heat: “Jesus fucking Christ. Look at you. Your cunt is soaked with slick.”
Crimson Flower: “Watch it. There is only one god in this space and it’s Flower Crown. You should show some proper respect instead of blaspheming him.”
Xie Lian can almost feel the annoyance from Crimson Flower’s words and he cracks a smile. His knight in an armor of donations and sharp tongue.
Sighing, he leaves his cock alone and brings his fingers to his hole instead, playing around with the wrinkled skin of his rim, making sure to make a show of spreading his slick all over his ass. It’s funny how people seem to think so highly of him here, worship him like a god, although he’s nothing but a desperate omega in need of money.
He pushes a finger inside, groaning loudly. There is an influx of messages and donations and he smiles, knowing that no one can see his face. His eyes scan the sea of messages until he sees what he wants.
Crimson Flower: “You’re so gorgeous. I want to make love to you and make you feel good, be there for you every day.”
Xie Lian should probably be scared of the amount of devotion in Crimson Flower’s words, but he finds them oddly endearing.
“Yeah?” he gasps, fingering himself eagerly, the slick sound making it to the video. His cock drools on the ground and he shifts again, this time closing his thighs and sealing his cock away to touch the back of his legs, everything from his hole to the tip of his cock bare to his viewers to stare at.
A large donation blinks on the screen. It’s from Crimson Flower. And, immediately, even a larger one, this time from… BaiWX.
Xie Lian’s spirits drop but he keeps fingering himself, moaning loudly, all too aware of how his cock twitches eagerly. Letting his chest rest on the floor, he reaches backwards to grab his shaft, tugging at it and milking himself in tune with his fingers. Slick gushes out of him as he nears his orgasm, no longer able to look at the chat.
Only one message stands out.
BaiWX: “You’re such a slut, Flower Crown. Bet you want my big fat alpha cock with my thick knot, bet you want it all to wreck your insides until you scream and cum on me, your cunt hot and tight and bloody.”
Crimson Flower: “One more word and I’ll report you.”
Xie Lian closes his eyes just as his orgasm washes over him. His whole body trembles and he whines as he milks his cock dry in front of his audience, ropes of white staining his thighs and the lace of his socks. His rim flutters around his fingers rhythmically as he rides out his release, enjoying the flash of pleasure before shame settles it.
It always does.
Panting harshly, he mumbles. “So empty…”
SQX: “You’re so lovely, Flower Crown! Bet any alpha you love would love to fill you up!”
Xie Lian knows better. And, speaking of which…
Taking in a deep breath, he speaks. “I would like you all to know that I am auctioning my virginity. The auction starts immediately and you have until 24:00 tomorrow to donate. The highest bid will win.”
He doesn’t linger to look how the chat goes absolutely wild, messages and donations popping on the screen. Only Crimson Flower’s final message makes it past the haze of tears in his eyes: “Oh, beloved…”
In the end, Xie Lian doesn’t dare to look at how the auction is going. He goes to work, this time busying himself by reorganizing the shelves from an alphabetical order to one based on genres.
It’s a Sunday evening and he’s alone, Feng Xin already having left. The whole of Xianle is now fully covered in snow, and whenever Xie Lian looks out of the window, he can’t help but think that it’s like a true winter wonderland outside. For some reason he’s hit with the urge to go outside and enjoy kicksledding on the lake ice, much like he used to do when he was a kid and his parents were still alive.
Of course, it’s impossible. He doesn’t even have his sled anymore.
The door opens and Hua Cheng steps in.
“Hi San Lang,” Xie Lian greets him with a smile, hands full of DVDs.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng greets him solemnly, stomping his feet to make sure no extra snow is carried inside. “I brought you food.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” Xie Lian smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
Hua Cheng hums and walks to the till, placing two warm mantous there. “You should eat while they’re still warm.”
By now, Xie Lian knows better than to refuse the alpha. “Alright,” he agrees meekly. “I was a bit hungry, in fact. How did you know?”
Hua Cheng flashes him a smile but he seems oddly preoccupied today, constantly frowning and fiddling with his phone, at times tapping away furiously, eyes turning cold. If he didn’t have his scent blockers, Xie Lian wonders what kind of scent he would emit right now.
“Are you alright, San Lang? You seem agitated. Can I maybe, ah, rec you a film?”
Hua Cheng smiles at him, but he looks distant. “I’m perfectly fine, gege. Just something I need to do while I’m here.”
“Something important?” Xie Lian’s heart feels like it’s going to dislocate. Hua Cheng looks so… intense.
“Very important,” the alpha agrees. “The most important thing in the world.”
“Ah,” Xie Lian notes, biting into one of the mantous. He’s curious but Hua Cheng will tell him when the time is right. His mouth doesn’t agree with his brain, however. “Is it about your studies?”
Hua Cheng shakes his head and swipes at his phone screen. An uncomfortable thought floats about Xie Lian’s mind.
“About someone, uh, special?”
Hua Cheng gives him a sharp look which melts away into an anguished scowl. “Yeah. Yes. It’s about a special someone. Something is happening and I need to make sure they’ll be alright.”
Xie Lian wants to die. “Your… mate?” The words come out as a choked-off jumble.
Hua Cheng has never mentioned anyone, and he doesn’t seem to have a bite, but maybe it’s just been a one-way bite. Xie Lian wouldn’t know. The mantou tastes awful in his mouth as he chews and chews, trying to distract himself from the ugly truth and every other ugly thing currently hijacking his life.
“I want to mate them, yeah. But I haven’t won them over yet. Gege, please, don’t worry about it.”
Xie Lian doesn’t know what to say. The pain in his heart is all-consuming. Of course he knows he could never have Hua Cheng, but the information about the alpha’s beloved combined with the upcoming loss of his virginity to whoever is willing to pay for it…
“I’m sorry, San Lang. I need to go to the toilet. If someone comes, tell them I’ll be a moment.”
Hua Cheng nods, staring at his phone. Xie Lian flees downstairs and locks himself into the employee toilet, unable to hold back his tears anymore. Wailing into a roll of toilet paper in sorrow, Xie Lian very much hates his life.
The clock hits midnight. Xie Lian refuses to look at the results. He only hopes it’s not BaiWX.
It isn’t until the next day when he finally feels prepared enough to log in to his camming account. What he sees makes his mouth fall open: not only is the winner of his virginity auction Crimson Flower, but the sum is also absolutely insane, at least six months’ rent if not more.
He quickly clicks the handle to go to Crimson Flower’s account, sending him a flustered message.
Hi Crimson Flower,
I just logged in and saw the results. Thank you! It’s… ah. It’s too much. I can’t possibly take it all. Also, where would you want to meet and when?
Kind regards,
Flower Crown
He hits the send button before he can doubt his sanity further, crawling out of his bed to take a long shower. Dressed up in sweatpants and a tee, Xie Lian returns and sees a reply.
Hi,
Nonsense. It’s for you.
We can meet whenever you have time. I’ll book a hotel room for us. No need to wear anything flashy, whatever makes you comfortable.
With love,
Your most devoted supporter
Xie Lian sighs. He’s not enthusiastic about gifting his virginity away like this, having always saved it for someone special. However, if it has to be done like this, he is happy it’s Crimson Flower.
They quickly decide to meet the next day when Xie Lian has a day off—and before his nerves catch up with him. Crimson Flower tells him the address of the hotel he has booked and Xie Lian immediately recognizes it as one of the new boutique hotels in town. He vaguely wonders how Crimson Flower even managed to get a room on such a short notice but lets the thought go. It’s not his business after all.
The next day he puts on light makeup, just enough to really make his honey-colored eyes stand out and his lips shine red. He mulls over what to wear, ultimately going for black lacy underwear, stay ups, and an oversize knit sweater that barely covers his ass and hangs off of his shoulder, revealing his collarbone.
Before putting on his clothes, he takes his time in preparing himself, stretching himself meticulously to make sure he’s as ready as he can be. Male omegas can have sex without preparation, their slick making it possible, but Xie Lian wants to make sure he won’t tear. He’s so nervous, unable to concentrate on anything except the fact that after tonight, he will no longer be a virgin.
And that now he has enough money to keep his flat and maybe reorganize his life for the better.
When he leaves, it’s snowing again. Xie Lian trudges on and when he arrives at the hotel, his nerves almost get the better of him. He feels like he’s walking in tar, every step muddled and slow. At the reception he woodenly asks for a key that has been left for him and is surprised to find that it’s for one of the mini suites.
His heart hammers in his chest as he makes his way deeper into the hotel and into the elevator, stepping out of it and walking to stand before the room that holds his destiny. Taking in a deep breath he unlocks the door with a swish of the cardkey and opens it stepping inside—
—and—
“San Lang?!”
Xie Lian’s small duffel bag falls onto the floor upon seeing Hua Cheng lounging on the bed in his tight ripped jeans and a basic black tee, looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face, mismatched eyes glinting in the dim light.
The alpha swallows and Xie Lian can hear a loud gulping noise when his throat moves. “Gege,” he says quietly. “Hi.”
Leaning against the wall behind him, Xie Lian can feel his heartbeat in his ears. “San Lang,” he whispers, “what is this?”
Hua Cheng looks at him, clearly nervous. “I think gege figured it out already.”
“You’re… Crimson Flower?”
Nodding, Hua Cheng turns his gaze away. Xie Lian feels mortified because he immediately realizes Hua Cheng has seen everything.
Everything.
“I… I don’t… San Lang, I…” he stammers, gasping for breath. It’s difficult to breathe.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng calls out, desperate. “You’re hyperventilating. Gege, gege, oh, come here.”
Xie Lian’s legs move although his brain is mess, desperately trying to grasp the foundations of reality itself.
A hand grabs his arm lightly. “Gege. Breathe. In and out. In and out. Yeah, just like that.”
Hua Cheng’s voice is compelling, deep and dark, and Xie Lian feels himself calm down. “You bought my virginity,” he blurts, not knowing what else to say.
Hua Cheng looks anguished. “I would never touch gege without his consent. I just needed to make sure none of that trash would touch you.”
Xie Lian nods in a daze. “I… thank you. I would’ve died if it had been that creep,” he croaks. By the stormy look on Hua Cheng’s face, he knows exactly who Xie Lian is referring to.
“Gege needs not worry. I had my staff hack his account. He’s gone for good.”
“Your staff?” Xie Lian blinks. “You’re not a student?”
Hua Cheng has the decency to blush faintly. “I am. I also have a cybersecurity startup, but we work mainly for governments and authorities so I like to keep it under wraps. And maybe, some other businesses as well.”
“Ah.” Right. That explains it, then. Xie Lian fidgets nervously but dares to sit on the edge of the bed. He’s still wearing his outer layers. “Now what?”
Hua Cheng pats the spot next to him. “Nothing needs to happen. We can chat. Order room service, watch films. Anything gege wants. You can take a bubble bath. Relax.”
Xie Lian gingerly moves to the spot reserved for him. He can feel the warmth of Hua Cheng’s body and it makes him disjointed. “I still have my coat on,” he mutters stupidly.
“Why don’t you take it off?” Hua Cheng says, smiling warmly.
“I’m not…” His face turns red. “I’m not, ah, decent.”
Hua Cheng’s eyes widen and the pupils of his mismatched eyes flatten. He clenches his fists and nods curtly. “Of course. I—I see. Did you bring a change of clothes?”
Xie Lian nods. “Yeah. In my bag.”
“Do you want me to get it?” the alpha croaks.
“Yes. Thank you, San Lang.” Xie Lian sends him a small smile. But when Hua Cheng gets up to fetch his bag, he’s suddenly finding it difficult to move. Something is bothering him very much.
“San Lang.”
“Yes, gege?”
“Why attend my cam shows if you have a special someone? Why spend all that money on me? And, ah, don’t worry, I’ll return it.”
“Gege…” Hua Cheng sounds like something had shattered inside him.
“Why are you here, San Lang?" This feels so important that Xie Lian pushes on despite feeling embarrassed and stupid.
Hua Cheng shudders before turning to face him.
“Gege. Don’t you see?” he whispers with longing in his eyes. “I already am with him. My special someone, the light of my life, the one I wish to make my mate, the one I want to carry my pups.”
Xie Lian gasps. His head spins. “San Lang,” he whispers. “San Lang, San Lang!”
He all but throws himself at the alpha, hugging his tall body. Hua Cheng lets out a desperate growl and tugs him even closer, his winter jacket sticking to the alpha’s skin.
“Oh gege, gege. I’ve always wanted but I never thought you’d reciprocate…”
“Same, same,” Xie Lian whines, feeling overwhelmingly happy. “My San Lang.”
Hua Cheng shivers, murmuring nonsense into Xie Lian’s hair. They stay like that for a long while until Xie Lian really starts to feel overheated in his down coat.
“San Lang,” he wheezes, laughing. “Now I really have to remove my coat.”
“Oh,” Hua Cheng breathes, staring at him in wonder.
Xie Lian nods and, feeling bold, rids himself of the thick layers, slowly revealing his body for Hua Cheng to look at. He feels so nervous but the way Hua Cheng’s pupils dilate even more gives him confidence, butterflies dancing in his belly until he’s completely naked in front of the alpha, black lace promptly tossed away.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng utters, bewitched. His hands twitch. “Can you remove your scent blocker?”
Xie Lian nods. “Only if San Lang does the same.”
In a flash of a moment the whole room is smelling sweetly of happiness, both of their scents mixing in a way that makes Xie Lian dizzy with need. He’s growing wet even though they haven’t even kissed yet.
Hua Cheng growls and walks them to the bed, pulling him to lie on top of his broad form, his large hands cupping his ass gently. “Is this okay, gege?” he asks.
“More than okay,” Xie Lian whispers and leans down to kiss his alpha.
It is his first kiss, but he loves it already, the press of their lips against each other, the swipe of Hua Cheng’s tongue on the seam of his lips, the way he opens up for the alpha to make his claim. Hua Cheng’s hands roam his body possessively and Xie Lian mewls into his mouth, letting the alpha know how much he’s enjoying his touch. The rouge on his lips is smeared all over Hua Cheng, making him look both divine and filthy.
“Have you done this before?” Xie Lian asks, panting into Hua Cheng’s mouth as slick oozes out of his twitching hole.
Hua Cheng groans. “No. Never. Gege is the first.”
“Good,” Xie Lian whispers and nips at Hua Cheng’s lower lip, making the alpha gasp and buck against him. “I’m glad.”
He then undresses Hua Cheng, touching every part of him that he can reach. Hua Cheng reciprocates, taking his time to stroke his skin with his large hands and deft fingers, drawing gasps and moans our of Xie Lian’s mouth. At the end of the exploration he’s painfully hard and leaking from both ends, sloppy and wet for Hua Cheng.
“San Lang.” He chants like it’s a prayer, letting his eyes roam the planes of Hua Cheng’s body, the dips and curves of his muscles, his handsome face, his dripping cock.
Oh.
Xie Lian can feel himself salivating and it immediately goes into his scent. Hua Cheng growls.
The cock before him is bigger than his own but very proportionate to Hua Cheng’s overall size. It’s a shade darker than his skin and very handsome. Delectable. His balls are tight and Xie Lian can see the beginnings of a knot at the base of the shaft.
He wants it all, wants it so much he’s going to faint.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng rumbles. “I’ve seen gege so many times like this, but I still can’t get enough. You’re so beautiful.”
Xie Lian blushes. “Do you want me to, ah…” put on a show, he wants to continue but the words die in his throat.
Hua Cheng shakes his head. “No. Lean back and enjoy. Let this San Lang make you feel good. Just... Let me touch you instead of merely watching you.”
“Alright.”
Hua Cheng then proceeds to suck his cock until he comes down his throat, wailing desperately and tugging at those silky black locks with his hands. Then he makes Xie Lian come again by eating him out, tonguing his wanting hole until Xie Lian trembles and shakes apart in his arms. When he finally fingers Xie Lian, continuously pushing against his prostate to make him squirm and whine, Xie Lian can’t take it anymore.
“Please San Lang,” he cries, lifting his hips. “Please, alpha, please. I want it so much.”
Hua Cheng lets out a dark growl and turns him to lie on his side, pushing his legs into a fetal position. Then the alpha positions himself above him, thick cockhead nudging at his quivering entrance. Xie Lian is so impossibly wet that he didn’t even know it was possible, slick gushing out to ease Hua Cheng inside.
When the alpha’s cock finally enters him, Xie Lian makes a wrecked sound that sounds a bit like he’s about to die. And maybe he will, because it feels so fucking good, the way Hua Cheng takes him apart, inch by glorious inch, the way they fuse together into one being. It feels like it's meant to be, Xie Lian and Hua Cheng, just like this. He clutches at Hua Cheng’s forearm and pants, tears in his eyes. The position is insane, he is so tight around Hua Cheng, that cock inside him monstrous in the best of ways. Hua Cheng’s black hair covers them like a curtain and Xie Lian never wants to leave this world of theirs.
Finally the alpha starts moving, pulling out until only the tip remains, immediately snapping his hips and pushing back. He does it again and again, finally throwing all gentleness out of the window, giving it to him like there’s no tomorrow, just the way Xie Lian wanted all along.
Xie Lian groans and wails, his sounds accompanied by Hua Cheng’s desperate grunts as they both approach their first orgasm together.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian gasps and twists his head, baring his neck. “Please. Please.”
“Gege,” Hua Cheng chokes and his pace stutters. “You’ll be the death of me one day.”
Xie Lian smiles faintly as Hua Cheng rubs his prostate on the inside, strokes his cock on the outside and sinks his fangs deep into his neck. His thickening knot catches on his rim before popping inside, locking them together. Elation courses through Xie Lian and he comes in thick spurts, the contractions of his walls pulling Hua Cheng with him and milking him dry of his seed until the alpha has nothing more to give.
Hua Cheng maneuvers them so that they’re spooning on the bed, gently licking at his bitten glands. Xie Lian hums in contentment, blissed out of his mind.
“I’ll give you a proper one during your next heat,” Hua Cheng murmurs against his skin. “This one won’t take but that one will. Then you’ll be wholly mine. Unless you change your mind.”
Xie Lian hums sleepily. “I won't. Never." He more feels than hears Hua Cheng smile. "San Lang,” he continues.
“Yeah, gege?”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Hua Cheng draws in a sharp breath. “Good,” he says harshly, sounding wrecked. “Because gege is my everything. I want to make you happy every day for the rest of our lives.”
Xie Lian smiles into the pillow. “San Lang?”
“Yeah, beloved?”
“I think I want to stop camming. I never really wanted to do it in the first place.”
Hua Cheng nuzzles his neck. “Good. I would hate to share gege now that he’s become my mate. Move in with me, alright? Maybe tomorrow? I’ll give you everything you need.”
“Yes,” Xie Lian mumbles and finally drifts off, feeling safe and loved in Hua Cheng’s arms. He never knew it was possible for everything to actually work out, but life seemingly has its ways.