The Alpha’s scorching breath sprayed aggressively over him, and as he felt the other man nip affectionately at his lips, Qiu Sui’s eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. The access card pinched in his hand slipped unexpectedly from his fingertips.
The clatter of the card hitting the floor dissolved into the wet, smacking sounds of their kiss, barely audible.
He tried to turn his head to break it off, but Shen Zhixiao’s hand gripped his jaw and the back of his ear, forcing him to keep his head tilted up, unable to move. He could only feel Shen Zhixiao’s sharp fangs grinding ambiguously against his lower lip, tugging and nipping—until the next second, when Shen Zhixiao’s tongue tip abruptly pried open his lips and teeth.
Qiu Sui’s scattered attention instantly focused on his lips, enduring the Alpha’s increasingly tight, urgent kiss. His loosely hanging hand unconsciously leaned toward Shen Zhixiao’s body.
His bent fingers hooked onto the smooth hoodie fabric, struggling to climb upward. Just as they were about to embrace Shen Zhixiao’s shoulders, they suddenly clenched tight as if stung.
Shen Zhixiao’s burning-hot tongue tip nimbly slid across Qiu Sui’s upper palate, beginning to explore the wet, hot cavern without restraint, seeking out his curled soft tongue. It delved deeper with each thrust, every stir making Qiu Sui’s throat swallow involuntarily.
A dense, tingling itch exploded reflexively at the back of his neck from Shen Zhixiao’s fierce onslaught. He choked a little, and his previously retracted tongue tip was seized by Shen Zhixiao in a lingering entanglement.
In that moment, Qiu Sui’s mind went blank, as if tiny electric currents spread from the root of his tongue, detonating a riot of colorful fireworks along his nerve endings.
His half-closed eyes immediately drifted shut in a daze, sinking into the other’s increasingly delicate, enchanting wet entanglement. His legs tightened unconsciously, his breaths hot and rapid, spilling out mindless low hums.
Shen Zhixiao knew Qiu Sui was kissing back comfortably now. The hands cupping his face began sliding slowly downward, affectionately stroking his side neck before shifting to tender pecks, then entwining that soft, pliant tongue tip once more.
Qiu Sui was lost in the pleasure of the kiss, tilting his chin to respond languidly, oblivious to the other’s fingers inching toward the back of his neck.
He clutched at the hoodie fabric on Shen Zhixiao’s shoulders; after so long, his tensed knuckles ached and went numb, but Qiu Sui was too immersed in the heated kiss to pull away.
Just the press of two pairs of lips, the teasing of tongues—it mobilized all his senses, making his nerves quiver and his eye corners flush with faint tears from the stimulation.
They’d been kissing like this every day that week. At first, Qiu Sui had been a bit shy, but after a couple of times, his skin thickened. He no longer felt embarrassed when he sensed Shen Zhixiao leaning in.
His tongue root was starting to ache from the kissing, and his head felt oxygen-starved and dizzy from how long it had gone on, but he still met Shen Zhixiao’s hot kiss with abandon, addicted to the sensation.
Just as Qiu Sui’s limp fingers prepared to release from Shen Zhixiao’s shoulders, a fierce wave of numbness erupted at the back of his neck. It was like his nerves took a heavy hammer blow—his awareness shattered instantly, his body shuddering out of control.
His spine arched sharply, pressing tight against the door. He reflexively jerked his head aside, nearly breaking the kiss.
But Shen Zhixiao reacted swiftly, chasing after Qiu Sui’s lips. Watching the flushed, alluring color bloom across his face, he pressed his fingers slowly against the back of Qiu Sui’s neck, each rub making him tremble like he’d been pricked by needles.
Qiu Sui’s breaths stuttered as he tugged at Shen Zhixiao’s clothes, his tongue squeezed helpless, managing only muffled commands.
“Mm… no… um… don’t touch…”
Shen Zhixiao had been wanting to do this for ages. He ignored it, continuing to kiss while kneading that thin patch of skin.
His touch was light, but all of Qiu Sui’s senses zeroed in on that sensitive spot, as if he could feel the ridges of Shen Zhixiao’s fingerprints through the skin.
His nape burned and swelled intensely; his body went weak, held upright only by Shen Zhixiao’s other hand on his waist. A normal kiss already overwhelmed him usually—this pushed far beyond his limits.
Qiu Sui couldn’t even breathe steadily, lips parted in a daze, tongue tip frozen in place. His eyes flew open uncontrollably, the wetness at his corners intensifying; he couldn’t catch his breath for ages.
Shen Zhixiao withdrew from Qiu Sui’s wet-hot mouth, soothingly licking and kissing his half-open lips. His hand gradually stroked reassuringly backward along the nape, like smoothing ruffled fur along Qiu Sui’s spine.
Qiu Sui was still recovering from the soft numbness at his Gland, eyes unfocused ahead for a long moment before his senses returned. His chest heaved dramatically as he dodged the kiss to gasp for air.
The other man pursued clingily, but before he could reach Qiu Sui’s lips, his head was yanked back by a firm tug.
Qiu Sui’s recovering hand gripped Shen Zhixiao’s hair, annoyed at the earlier Gland press. He tugged harder.
His gaze shifted to Shen Zhixiao’s innocently aggrieved face. His swollen-hot lips twitched feebly, brewing for half a day before he mustered a hoarse threat.
“Do that again, and no more kissing ever.”
Shen Zhixiao’s eyes followed the Beta’s wet, red lips as they moved with his words, drifting to his flushed eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed silently; he hadn’t registered a word.
Only when Qiu Sui’s panting voice paused did he respond with a low hum, lowering his gaze to lean in for more.
Qiu Sui swiftly yanked his hair, staring at Shen Zhixiao in astonishment. His tongue, softened from over ten minutes of deep kissing, made speech slurred: “More?”
Sensing the refusal, Shen Zhixiao’s fingers on Qiu Sui’s back tightened briefly. The deep, bottomless black in his downcast eyes finally had him drooping his head in a slow shake.
Fuck.
Qiu Sui cursed inwardly, staring at the tall Alpha’s pitifully hanging head. He felt himself wavering uncontrollably.
Spinelessly, he squeezed his eyes shut, grabbed Shen Zhixiao’s hair, and tiptoed up to peck the corner of his flattened lips.
The other immediately tried to reciprocate, but Qiu Sui pulled back, warning lowly: “Only I get to kiss.”
If he let Shen Zhixiao take the lead, with the guy’s momentum to kiss till the skies darkened, could they even sleep properly tonight?
Even if it was a weekend tomorrow, they couldn’t go wild—they’d promised to meet Qiu Shun and Qiao Keren for brunch off-campus in the morning…
Thinking this, Qiu Sui shallowly pressed his lips to Shen Zhixiao’s, his tongue tip clumsily probing the seam to lightly touch his teeth and tongue.
The dangling, teasing kiss left Shen Zhixiao’s nerves twitching restlessly. His breaths grew heavy, craving to follow Qiu Sui’s tongue, but Qiu Sui had already withdrawn, pecking his lip corner before declaring mission accomplished: “Alright… no more kissing today.”
Shen Zhixiao’s lips trembled as he pressed them flat, responding in a low, hoarse voice. Under Qiu Sui’s light push, he gradually let go.
The earlier tussle had aroused them both—young and vigorous, a little friction was all it took.
It had happened a few times before; they’d cool off after a bit.
But maybe Shen Zhixiao touching his Gland had overstimulated him—Qiu Sui went to the balcony to splash cold water on his face, but his reaction lingered. Shen Zhixiao, sitting on his stool, had an obvious tent in his pants.
Qiu Sui glanced over, breaths still heated as he scooped more water to calm down. He’d just wiped his face when his side waist was suddenly pinched by a hand.
Sensing the person behind him, his spine prickled instantly.
“No cold water—you’ll catch a cold.” Shen Zhixiao frowned at the cold water and shut off the tap.
Qiu Sui stiffened; his chilled fingers were instantly enveloped in Shen Zhixiao’s scorching palm—the temperature shockingly hot.
His heart jolted, his arousal flaring worse. Embarrassed, he struggled a bit, face unnaturally stiff: “It’s fine… I just need to cool off…”
Shen Zhixiao used the position to grab his hand from behind, hugging him as his head rested on Qiu Sui’s shoulder. His breath-rough voice rumbled deeply.
“Let me help you, baby.”
“!”
Qiu Sui’s heart quaked; his body stiffened for a beat.
Flustered, he blocked Shen Zhixiao’s hand nearing his crotch, brain foggy as he wavered for seconds—until the pecks at his ear broke him into a defeated compromise: “Th-then… inside the room first…”
Shen Zhixiao chuckled lowly, nipping his cheek—fangs sharp, pressing hard enough to mark. Qiu Sui’s focus wasn’t on his face; he trudged into the room amid the embrace.
Qiu Sui had underestimated an S-Rank Alpha’s prowess. After Shen Zhixiao helped him finish, he offered to return the favor proactively.
He buried his flushed face in Shen Zhixiao’s chest, trembling sore fingers, listening to the Alpha’s breaths as he asked helplessly in a low voice if it was enough.
Shen Zhixiao low-huffed, impatiently nipping his ear bone, mumbling unclearly that it wasn’t.
“…”
Qiu Sui’s bedsheets were soiled. His ravaged hands draped limply over the chair back as he watched Shen Zhixiao strip them and fetch a fresh set from the opposite dorm to replace.
Good thing he had no roommate—Qiu Sui would’ve died of shame.
Shen Zhixiao finished tidying but didn’t leave like usual. Clingily, he claimed the other stool, sitting beside to apologetically rub Qiu Sui’s hands.
Qiu Sui couldn’t bear looking at their joined hands, tilting his head to lean on Shen Zhixiao’s shoulder. After a bit, he withdrew to check the time.
It was past eleven already.
And they hadn’t even done much…
Qiu Sui pulled Shen Zhixiao up, pushing his shoulders to send him back to rest—tomorrow they had to leave at nine.
The Alpha dragged his steps for two paces, wearing a reluctant expression as he pleaded softly: “Can’t I stay and sleep together?”
Though the dorm double was twin singles, half the width of a full bed—two guys their size would be cramped, one probably sideways.
But if Shen Zhixiao spooned him, it wouldn’t be bad.
Without the earlier romp, Qiu Sui might’ve agreed, but with that precedent, letting him stay meant no real sleep tonight. And tomorrow’s nine a.m. meetup with Qiu Shun and Qiao Keren—if anything seemed off, it’d be awkward.
Staring at Shen Zhixiao’s eager eyes, he yanked the door open without hesitation, curving his lips in a cool smile: “Not tonight.”
Shen Zhixiao stepped out but suddenly hooked the doorframe with his hand.
Startled, Qiu Sui watched half his tall frame awkwardly wedge into the gap, head peeking for eye contact, voice warm with hope: “What about tomorrow night, baby…”
Qiu Sui eyed the Pheromone Suppression Ring crooked on the Alpha’s neck from his earlier tugging, silently averting his gaze. After two quiet seconds, he mumbled vaguely: “We’ll see…”
To Shen Zhixiao, that was as good as yes. He smiled softly in delight, bid a gentle goodnight, and finally left obediently.
Qiu Sui’s heart raced as he shut the door, lingering by the window until he saw Shen Zhixiao return to the opposite dorm corridor. Then he headed to the balcony to wash up and brush.
He’d just flicked on the balcony light and grabbed his tooth cup when he spotted it in the mirror: a glaring red mark on his right cheek from Shen Zhixiao’s bite.
Qiu Sui rubbed it—slightly raised, not a mere graze but a deep bite imprint.
“…”
If it didn’t fade by tomorrow’s outing, Shen Zhixiao could forget entering his dorm tomorrow night.
Qiu Sui snatched the tooth cup, filled it with water to rinse, and thought viciously.
