“S-Sheng Fei,” Hua Ren murmured, his voice weak and pleading. He tried to move, tried to get away from the spine tingling sensation but he couldn’t muster even an atom of strength.
"You’re so wet." Sheng Fei whispered, marveling at the amount of pre-cum leaking out Hua Ren’s shaft. Not to forget the intoxicating scent that was mixing with his pheromones. It made him so hard that it was taking all his willpower to not pin Hua Ren down on the bed and take him. Mark him permanently and declare to the world that the Ivory Warlord was his and his alone.
"Y-You should stop..." Hua Ren whimpered when he felt Sheng Fei expertly loosen the drawstrings of his pants. Although he kept squirming, kept trying to get away, a shameful whimper of pure need escaped his lips the second Shang Fei’s hot calloused palm came in contact with his erection. He threw his arms around Sheng Fei’s neck, body trembling as he smashed their lips together. He didn’t know what came over him and he wasn’t even thinking. All he knew was that he wanted the delicious smelling man whose lap he was sitting on. His body craved him.
Sheng Fei was taken aback at first from the kiss but he quickly took control, marveling at how soft Hua Ren’s lips were. How sweet they tasted and fuck, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside his mate and mark him. He slowly glided his lips over Hua Ren’s, licked his way across Hua Ren’s plump bottom lip then sucked his velvety tongue into his warm mouth.
Hua Ren moaned, feeling like his entire body was set ablaze. His tongue was being sucked, his lips being devoured and something like fireworks exploding in his brain. Another rush of warm fluid rushed out from his back hole as Sheng Fei kept pumping his hardened member. His body felt hot and tight, but also empty. He instinctively rubbed his ass against Sheng Fei’s hardened dick, his hole twitching and clenching, as if wanting to be filled.
"You have to stop doing that." Sheng Fei panted, breaking the kiss.
Hua Ren frowned. He was a general. How dare Sheng Fei tell him what to do? And so, he rubbed his perky little butt against Sheng Fei’s massive member over and over again making the rebel leader groan out a long string of curses.
"Fucking hell." Sheng Fei gritted and flipped Hua Ren chest down on the bed then climbed over, rubbing his pulsing erection against the wet patch clinging to his back side. He was already trying his hardest to hold himself back but he never knew his mate could be so naughty.
Hua Ren let out a long moan at the contact. His fingers gripped the sheets tight as Sheng Fei stretched over his body, peppering hot kisses down his neck, licking and sucking until he came around his scent glands and when Sheng Fei’s tongue touched that place, Hua Ren’s last thread of resistance snapped as he melted into Sheng Fei’s embrace, his eyes fluttering closed.
He started to actively twist his waist in tune to Sheng Fei’s, whimpering and moaning as Sheng Fei’s fingers found his wet shaft again and began jacking it in time to their movements.
"Sheng Fei..." he whimpered, as a wave of heat flashed through his body and pooled in his straining balls. He felt like something was going to come out of him and it drove him insane.
"You’re close." Sheng Fei murmured against his ear, taking the lobe between his teeth to which Hua Ren writhed. His actions became faster for he wanted to end things because all he could think about was tearing off Hua Ren’s clothes and taking him over and over again.
Hua Ren’s breath hitched for Sheng Fei’s warm touch ignited unfamiliar sensations that left him trembling. At first, Sheng Fei’s words confused him, but then, a sudden, overwhelming heat coiled low in his belly, spreading through his body like wildfire. His entire body trembled, and he buried his face in the sheets, unable to fully grasp what his body was going through.
The moment it happened, Hua Ren’s world tilted. A strange, intense pressure built within him, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure before erupting in a wave of raw sensation. His eyes widened, a startled gasp escaping his lips as his body convulsed, his shaft erupting like a fountain.
He clenched the sheets tighter, his knuckles white, as a loud moan tore from his throat. “Sheng Fei...” he gasped, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.
His body shuddered, his chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths. For a moment, he could do nothing but lie there, his mind struggling to comprehend the sheer intensity of what he’d just experienced.
It was strange—so new, and yet, undeniably good. A blush crept up his cheeks as he tried to process the unfamiliar warmth pooling in his limbs, the lingering tingles that danced across his skin.
Sheng Fei opened his eyes after coming down from his own mind shattering release. His gaze softened as he watched Hua Ren go through different emotions. From shock to confusion to pleasure and back to confusion again before settling on pleasure. A small smile tugged at his lips and he leaned down, planting a kiss on Hua Ren’s smooth cheek.
Hua Ren’s eyes fluttered open, still hazy with the aftershocks of his release. He turned around and stared at Sheng Fei, a mixture of wonder and bewilderment in his gaze. “What was... that?” he asked, his voice hoarse but laced with awe.
Sheng Fei chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of white hair from Hua Ren’s damp forehead. “You really didn’t attend sex classes did you?” he teased.
Hua Ren’s pale cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his mouth parting in mortified shock. Without thinking, he kicked out, his bare foot connecting with Sheng Fei’s chest. The impact sent Sheng Fei flying upward, hitting the ceiling with a dull thud before falling back down onto the bed. He landed with a groan, clutching his ribs.
Hua Ren sat up, surprised to find that his strength was back and he wasn’t feeling hot and dizzy anymore. He straightened his back, his voice sharp and commanding as he glared at Sheng Fei. “Leave.”
Sheng Fei sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head. “Ah, don’t be so cold, General,” he said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart as though wounded. “It hurts my poor heart.”
Hua Ren made a move to get up but the sticky discomfort between his thighs made him pause. His face went red as he sank back down. “Out.” he gritted.
Sheng Fei sighed. “At least let me help you wash—”
A knife suddenly whizzed past his face, embedding itself in the wall behind him with a sharp thunk. He froze, eyes darting to Hua Ren, who had his bedside drawer open, five more gleaming knives in hand.