Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Gao Tu x Shen Wenlang: {Busy Line} [M]

Actually, this was kind of trash, I hope I can get some validation from readers bc I think this is lowkey kinda mid, but I really like the concept.. sooooo

POV: 3rd Person

  It's only when Gao Tu shushes him does Wenlang purse his lips, albeit trembling and shuddering against the Omega's body. "This is secretary Gao, I will be speaking for Mr. Shen at the moment, how can I be of help?"

  The older man's voice is stable, way calmer than how Wenlang feels inside his body, where his rut burns under his skin like lava, body flushed and his pants tenting with a raging hardness beneath. His head is spinning, and he barely registers anything. The only thing the Alpha could actually think about in this very moment on a regular Thursday in his office, straddling one of Tu's thighs, is to c*m. The need to sink his teeth into the Omega's neck is overbearing, pushing him to the brick as he snaps his hips forward against Gao Tu's hipbone, where it meets the rest of his legs.

  The drag of fabric on fabric creates friction, but it's still not enough for the Alpha. Wenlang really tries to be quiet, but he can't. He never can - and so he whimpers and moans into Tu's ear, unable to contain himself while Gao Tu hand is grasping at his hips, enough to bruise because it's been at least two years since his pregnancy, and he had become well enough to work out again.

  His shoulders are a broad expanse, able to hold Wenlang's chin where it's hooked over, face buried into his Sage. The Omega's scent is comforting and soothing him through his rut, but it also carried a tinge of arousal. That, is also apparent by the growing tent under Tu's slacks. ".. Gao Tu.." He calls, for his mate, whimpering into the older man's ear. 

  His breathing hitches when the hand on his hips moved to palm against his shaft, unbuckling his belt easily - the movement of someone way too practiced - and it makes Wenlang blush as though he was a teenager. "Mr. Shen is busy at the moment, I will definitely relay your message to him." He leans his head to the side, the delicious expanse of his tan neck glints in the light - honey colored, and Wenlang takes it as a chance to lean in further.

  It only occurs to the Alpha in a moment when Tu's now free hand pops open a lube bottle kept in the bottom drawer under unimportant files, that it's getting poured on his now free shaft. It clicked closed, and the secretary is finally dismissing the call with a press of the handset on the switch hook, and then both hands are on him. One on his hips, and the other around his leaking c*ck. "T-Tutu, ngh-.."

  A breath leaves him, and he's grinding down against the Omega's knee, bucking up to meet the enclosed hand. Sweat collects on his temple, dripping as he bears his neck to Gao Tu. He doesn't trust himself to not leave marks on the honeyed neck, and so he lets his own expanse be shown to Tu, who is much more responsible.

  He rides the man's thigh, gasping into the air, and is careless when he moans Gao Tu's name over and over. When his fingers dig into his husband's back, as Tu pumped his hand. Wenlang cannot believe he's falling apart by a mere hand job and thigh-riding, but as he drags himself over the Omega's clothed leg, his breath could only hitch - his pheromones intensifying.

  "Tu- Gao.. Gao Tu-" Every noise feels as though they've been filtered through rushes of water, Wenlang definitely feels like his head has been dunked under currents. Waves of pleasure taking him under, and the water is warm. Too warm - and the only hand that reaches out to bring him back up and let him breathe again is the man who owns the scent of Sage. He can tell he's close to reaching the top - his abdomen tightening and the sensation pools there.

  "I'm- Ngh.. Hhh-hah.." His moans don't stop, his whimpers loud when wet kisses are placed on his neck, on the back of it where his gland oozes in seductive pheromones. "C-close, Tutu..!"

  He comes with a yelp, crashing and shuddering against Tu's body, leaning on the Omega as his knot pops in the tightness of Gao Tu's hand. His secretary kisses him down gently, and while his rut isn't over, he's lulled for now. "Are you feeling better now, Mr. Shen?" The older man wipes him off after his knot loosens.

  "Clear my schedule, we need to go home." It's the clarity after his foggy mindset that lets Wenlang say something normal. He nuzzles against Tu, forehead against forehead. And he smiles into the kiss he's rewarded.

  "I'm afraid I can't, you have a busy line waiting."

  "But you told them I was busy!"

  "Ah.. so you've heard that." Tu will not trap him in another meeting, because Wenlang is determined to spend the rest of his rut at home, and have Lele stay at Hua Yong's.

  He pulls Gao Tu by the tie, and the Omega's hands tighten around his hips and thighs, where they're still straddling the man's lap. "It's either you bend me over this desk and f*ck me now, or we're going home so you can ram me into the mattress for a whole a week- I'm sure secretary Gao knows which is a better deal."

  It's good that his little bunny is getting back to the gym again, because he's manhandling the Alpha off his lap and against the desk, kissing his gland. "How does both sound, Shen-Zong?"

  They don't leave the office until Wenlang's legs are no longer able to keep him standing.

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Author's Note: Needy Wenlang guys I'm cooking sum up~ on Ao3, I've made a bonus chapter ^^