The apartment was quiet under the veil of night. Gao Tu sat on the edge of the bed, Omega instincts flaring, body taut with unspent desire, heart hammering as he waited. Wen Lang stood in the doorway, Alpha presence radiating, commanding and magnetic.
"You've been restless," Wen Lang murmured, voice low, deliberate, carrying that familiar dominance that made Gao Tu shiver. "I can feel it… your need."
Gao Tu swallowed, ears flushed, scent rising subtly, betraying every flicker of Omega longing. "I… I can't help it," he whispered, voice trembling with vulnerability and desire.
Wen Lang stepped closer, each motion measured, deliberate—Alpha energy pressing in, subtle but undeniable. "Good," he murmured, thumb brushing lightly over Gao Tu's wrist, a quiet claim. "You don't have to fight it with me. Not tonight."
Omega instincts flared violently. Gao Tu shivered, leaning slightly into the Alpha's presence, body humming with anticipation. "I… I want you," he admitted softly, surrender threading through every word.
Wen Lang's lips curved slightly, a low, satisfied hum resonating in his chest. "Then you'll have me," he said, voice dark, possessive, brushing a hand along Gao Tu's arm with deliberate intimacy. "But tonight… it's about more than just desire. It's about understanding you, your limits, your needs… and claiming every part of you."
Gao Tu trembled, scent rising, Omega vulnerability fully exposed, yet he felt the safety and control in Wen Lang's Alpha dominance. "I… I trust you," he whispered, giving in fully to the pull he had tried to resist.
They remained in the quiet tension of the night, each touch, each glance, a slow, deliberate dance of dominance and surrender. Wen Lang's Alpha control and Gao Tu's Omega vulnerability intertwined, simmering desire held taut, building toward moments yet unclaimed but deeply anticipated.