The apartment hummed with quiet anticipation. Gao Tu moved carefully through the living room, Omega instincts buzzing, chest tight, every nerve alive. He could feel Wen Lang's Alpha presence before he saw him—the magnetic pull of dominance, quiet and commanding, wrapping around him like a coil.
"You've been sneaking glances all morning," Wen Lang murmured from the doorway, voice low, velvet-edged with authority. "Thinking about me… again?"
Gao Tu's ears flushed, scent subtly rising. "I… maybe," he admitted, voice trembling. Omega vulnerability flared, body responding before his mind could catch up.
Wen Lang stepped closer, hands brushing along Gao Tu's arms, a tactile claim, teasing yet possessive. "Good," he murmured, lips grazing Gao Tu's ear. "Because I've been thinking about it… about you… all morning. And I'm not patient today."
Heat flared violently in Gao Tu, Omega instincts flaring. He shivered, body arching instinctively toward the Alpha. "I… I want you," he whispered, surrender threading through every word, every tremble.
Wen Lang's lips curved, dark and predatory, yet threaded with tenderness. "Then you'll have me," he whispered, trailing hands along Gao Tu's jaw, shoulders, and chest—every touch claiming, marking, teasing. "But first… you'll feel every inch of my desire. Slowly. Completely."
They moved together, a slow, deliberate dance of Alpha dominance and Omega surrender. Wen Lang's teasing touches—along the nape of the neck, the curve of the spine, the softest brush of fingers over sensitive skin—made Gao Tu shiver and gasp, Omega heat building unbearably.
Gao Tu's voice trembled as he whispered, "Please… I need you."
Wen Lang's thumb pressed gently but possessively against his pulse. "You'll have all of me… every part," he murmured, voice low, commanding. "And you'll learn that surrender isn't weakness—it's how you're claimed. By me."
Every kiss, every brush of hands, every whispered command pushed Gao Tu further into a delicious tension, a mix of playful teasing and full-on Alpha dominance. Omega instincts flared uncontrollably, body and mind bending to the pull of desire.
By the night's end, they were entwined on the bed, gasping, trembling, hearts and bodies fused. The playful tension, the teasing, the simmering desire—all had exploded into full, unrestrained intimacy. Wen Lang held Gao Tu close, possessive, satisfied, yet tender, whispering against his temple, "Forever mine… remember that."
Gao Tu rested against him, heat and longing still lingering, whispering softly, "Always… yours."
And in that private, charged space, Alpha and Omega were claimed—completely, irrevocably, and passionately.