It would be a wonder if it didn’t hurt.
Fang Fengqin let out a low groan of pain as he was pinned down, starting to thrash about beneath him. “What the hell, get the hell out!”
Shen Jiyun hadn’t expected to run into Fang Fengqin here today either.
This part-time job was introduced by an acquaintance. His younger sister was scheduled for hospital treatment recently, and he was desperately short of money, willing to take on any job short of murder and arson.
Shen Jiyun stared at Fang Fengqin for a moment before finally letting go of him, meticulously straightening Fang Fengqin’s shirt hem with a refined air, showing not a trace of the person who had been touching someone else’s gland just a second ago.
Over the years, Fang Fengqin had poured all his focus into acting like an alpha, remaining rather clueless about matters of romance and affection.
He had no idea what it meant for one alpha to stroke another alpha’s gland.
This action carried many implications: suppression, humiliation, and control. Generally, two alpha lovers wouldn’t frequently stroke each other’s glands, as this action usually accompanied sexual intimacy.
Almost every time Shen Jiyun saw Fang Fengqin, he would pin him down and stroke him for a bit; as time went on, both of them grew used to it.
Fang Fengqin drooped his little face and glared at him with deadpan eyes. “Get out, or else I’ll beat you.”
Nose twitching, he added, “Put your scent away, it stinks to high heaven!”
Shen Jiyun had originally planned to leave, but hearing those words, he suddenly intensified his pheromones. The faint scent of galbanum mixed with wormwood completely surrounded Fang Fengqin, causing the person on the sofa to let out a small cry, burying his face in the crook of his arm with burning red ears.
“Want a mark?” Shen Jiyun asked him, though in truth, it was his own canine teeth that were itching.
From some unknown point onward, whenever he saw Fang Fengqin, he couldn’t help but react.
It was as if this person was already firmly in his grasp, yours to torment and play with at will.
Surrounded by galbanum, Fang Fengqin’s gland, which had been aching dully due to the rose-scented pheromones, gradually eased. Lying there somewhat quietly, he suddenly felt that Shen Jiyun wasn’t completely useless after all.
He could act as a calming incense.
Thinking along these lines, Fang Fengqin suddenly sat up and hooked a finger at Shen Jiyun.
Shen Jiyun raised an eyebrow, and upon walking closer, he was suddenly pounced on, taking an unprepared tumble right into the sofa.
Looking down from above at his handsome, aloof brows and eyes, Fang Fengqin noted that this guy looked a bit cold when expressionless, completely devoid of human warmth and giving off an eerie vibe.
No wonder he always wore a half-smile in school; Shen Jiyun clearly knew what expression of his could win people’s trust the most.
With that thought in mind, he reached out to tug at Shen Jiyun’s hair, suddenly lowering his head to press close to his gland.
The closer he got, the stronger the galbanum scent became. Shen Jiyun heard the sound of Fang Fengqin swallowing hard right beside his ear and chuckled softly.
“Want to bite me?” He chuckled, supporting Fang Fengqin’s waist, and took advantage of the moment when the other wasn’t paying attention to boldly measure the span of his waist with a broad palm.
Narrow and slender, yet hardly weak. Thanks to Fang Fengqin’s habit of getting into fights, he possessed faint traces of muscle definition, making his physique smooth and alluring.
Fang Fengqin didn’t have the habit of talking nonsense. Without a second word, he opened his mouth wide and clamped down on Shen Jiyun’s gland.
Shen Jiyun’s brow twitched abruptly.
He couldn’t help tightening his broad palm, firmly grasping Fang Fengqin’s slender waist. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down a few times as he desperately tried to endure a parched thirst.
Fang Fengqin ground his teeth against Shen Jiyun’s gland, exerting a tiny bit of force. The galbanum scent rushed into his body like a flood, turning his limbs to jelly and causing him to collapse limply into Shen Jiyun’s embrace like a noodle.
Shen Jiyun indulged him as he licked him like a kitten lapping water, the lust in his expression growing astonishingly thick. His deep, phoenix-like eyes were half-closed, the dark depths within resembling a wild beast locked in a cage, ready to break loose at any careless moment.
Before Fang Fengqin could lick for long, the person beneath him began emitting increasingly intense pheromones, growing thick enough to leave his brain feeling somewhat muddled.
Pheromones were the most direct expression of an alpha’s mood. In the past, Fang Fengqin had only ever smelled anger and suppression in the galbanum scent, where the tail end carried a slight bitterness that made him frown along with it.
Yet right now, it carried a trace of soft, gentle sweetness. The grassy scent grew richer, resembling being stranded on a soft lawn under the warm, cozy sun.
Fang Fengqin whimpered unconsciously twice, propping himself up with his arms in an attempt to crawl away as a subconscious sense of fear gripped him.
Shen Jiyun pinched his waist and asked in a low voice, “Bitten enough?”
Calling it a bite was more like licking; after all that time, he had only managed to suck the gland a little red without even breaking the skin.
Lacking any pheromones of his own, Fang Fengqin had ended up melting into a puddle of water after all that effort. Like a cat high on catnip, he stayed dazed and pressed against Shen Jiyun’s cheek.
Seeing his submissive and obedient appearance, Shen Jiyun’s heart skipped a beat.
Closing his eyes lightly, he pressed Fang Fengqin down with a helpless resignation.
When Fang Fengqin finally regained his senses, he found himself sitting right in Shen Jiyun’s lap.
The man was licking the back of his neck, working from top to bottom, even covering areas far away from the actual gland.
Feeling the heat and hardness beneath him, Fang Fengqin gasped in shock, scrambling in a panic to escape from Shen Jiyun’s arms.
Clutching the back of his neck, he stared at the shameless man, unable to speak for a long while.
Shen Jiyun curled his lips with a hint of regret. “I haven’t even bitten you yet.”
Fang Fengqin’s hands shook for ages before he finally pointed toward the door and told him, “Get the hell out.”
He scrubbed himself twice in the bathroom before he managed to somewhat disperse that lingering scent of galbanum. Opening the ventilation, Fang Fengqin lay flat on the large bed, feeling that things were getting absurd.
Why, why did everything turn so bizarre the moment he ran into Shen Jiyun?
Is two alphas licking each other’s glands normal?
Besides, he wasn’t even an alpha.
Amidst his chaotic thoughts, a knock sounded at the bedroom door. Assuming Shen Jiyun had returned for seconds, Fang Fengqin snapped irritably, “Get as far away as you can!”
“It’s older brother.” Fang Rongxi’s voice rang out from outside the door.
Fang Fengqin’s gaze froze as he got out of bed to open the door.
Fang Rongxi’s eyes were somewhat red, as if he had been crying. The heartache visible in his pupils nearly overflowed when he spotted the bruises and purple marks on Fang Fengqin’s cheek.
“You’re having an arranged marriage with the Wei family’s omega, was that Fang Long’s demand?”
It looked like he was genuinely furious since he couldn’t even bring himself to call him “father” anymore.
Fang Fengqin stepped aside to let him in, casually shutting the door behind him. “Who spread that? There’s no such thing.”
“You wanted to help older brother bridge a connection with the Ji family, and you didn’t want me to be restricted by the Fang family, right?”
Another probing question. Fang Rongxi had never been this aggressive before; he had always been gentle, submissive, and had stayed under Fang Long’s wings for so long that he had forgotten how to fly.
Fang Fengqin looked at him. “I want you to be free.”
Freedom.
Fang Rongxi curled his lips in a bitter smile. “Orange, then what do you want?”
“Freedom.”
Fang Fengqin met Fang Rongxi’s gaze expressionlessly.
The word “freedom” was too elusive. Everyone envied their power, wealth, illustrious background, and the ability to command a crowd at a single call.
Yet what they wanted most of all had never been any of these things.
“Alright.” Fang Rongxi gently stroked Fang Fengqin’s hair, promising him, “Older brother will give it to you.”
For your sake, and for the sake of freedom, older brother will work hard to re-bandage these already broken wings and try to spread them to fly once more.