A Dog Father Cannot Beget a Dragon Son

World 53: Part 6

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Fei Chuan came to, gradually and in fading snippets. Even with his eyes closed he could tell it was still dark out, and there was a persistent pressure against his head.

Every muscle was sore. Even with the inflatable knot Sebastian still lived up to the myth that Omegas were insatiable, and they had to work long into the night to make sure the edge was completely taken off.

...In fact, they were at it until four in the morning. How was it still dark?

Damn. Don't tell him he slept through the entire day.

Fei Chuan groaned and tried to slip out of bed. His limbs got tangled in what were presumably the bedsheets, and he was exhausted. Just his arms felt like they were weighed down by shackles. Eyes still closed (he could navigate through his dorm easily, even half asleep), Fei Chuan rolled over to nudge Sebastian awake, only to realize he couldn't.

He could turn and twist his body however he wanted to, but his arms could not be lowered any more than a few inches above his head, and any attempt to do so was accompanied by tinkling metal.

He snapped awake, heartbeat skyrocketing.

Those were actually shackles.

It wasn't dark like his groggy mind assumed. There was something covering his eyes.

The sound of footsteps padded towards him, and preceding it was the smell of musk and salty caramel, and those two should not go together as well as they did.

Fei Chuan found himself relaxing in spite of the situation he was in. "...What do you think you're doing?"

A satisfied little hum, and then hands were cupping Fei Chuan's chin and bringing him forward. He wasn't exactly surprised at the kiss that followed, preparing himself for teeth the minute he felt tongue, but the sudden outpour of water nearly went down the wrong pipe.

Fei Chuan choked, and jerked his head away, coughing out the excess. He kept coughing as urgent hands helped him maneuver into a sitting position, his arms bent back over his head. "What is wrong with you?" he wheezed out, genuinely confused.

Sebastian clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "...Damn, I thought it'd be sexy."

"Because choking to death is sexy," Fei Chuan deadpanned, turning his head away when he felt fingers along his jawline again. "Stop it. Did you forget what happened two seconds ago?"

"Well it could be," Fei Chuan could hear the leer. "Okay, okay, stop. I'll let you drink it yourself. Here," a cool glass was pressed against his wet lips. "Say 'ahh'."

Fei Chuan decided to ask why he was tied up and blindfolded after he soothed his parch throat, but it must have been a day for surprises because a trail of fingers skittering across his midriff and tweaking his nipple made him jerk and nearly choke again.

He quickly swallowed, and then kicked out his leg at where he assumed Sebastian to be. His leg made contact with a solid thigh before a slim hand quickly wrapped around his ankle. Sebastian must have jostled the water, because there was now a puddle of wetness trailing down his clothes.

"Hey, I took a lot of time to pour this water for you. This is very ungrateful behavior."

"You're molesting me," Fei Chuan shot back. "I'd say your behavior could get you court martialed."

The sudden feeling of a breath against his ear. "You forget, sweetheart." Sebastian murmured lowly, carrying his unique scent straight to Fei Chuan's nose and leaving him lightheaded. "I'm not military." The sweetness faded as Sebastian backed away, leaving only the lingering taste of salt in the air. "Now, more water?"