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Wenlang is prepared for anything to do with his company, he likes to think.
Whatever it is; finance drops, targeted sabotage, sales distribution, he's the boss of the company for a reason after all.
However there is one thing that drives him up the wall insane.
Gao Tu - precious, gorgeous, and totally, utterly his.
Tu arrives at work later than Wenlang on Tuesdays, as he has Lele to take to school in the mornings which forces him to come in an hour later than his alpha. They worked out a system of taking turns very early on, Wenlang was adamant about doing just as much for Lele as Tu does. But today is not his turn, so he didn't get to see his darling omega this morning.
Thank fuck he didn't, or else Tu wouldn't have left the confines of their nest and the whole day would have been totally cleared.
Like he said, Wenlang is prepared for many things.
What he isn't prepared for in the slightest, is his omega Gao Tu waltzing without a care in the world into his office on an average Tuesday afternoon looking like a fucking expensive Christmas present practically begging to be ripped apart.
A Christmas present that he's about to totally destroy the packaging of, that is.
Perhaps it's the fact that he doesn't see him until 11 o'clock that makes the whole thing worse, because when the alpha magically requires his presence via the convenient excuse of a file that needs checked over, he expects to see Tu in his usual suit attire, navy blue blazer with a matching tie and trousers.
You know, like he is used to.
Like he has grown accustomed to.
But that's not what happens is it? because luck is forever laughing in his face and pointing mocking fingers at him.
No, what does happen is that his omega, Gao Tu of all people - the man known for sticking to his ways, never changing for anyone or anything - comes in with something different on.
Wenlang chokes.
Regrettably, Wenlang doesn't look up at first, muscle memory failing him once again. Which is unfortunate, because he doesn't get to witness his omega walking in like a greek goddess when a soft knock reaches the door, all he stupidly replies with is just "come in". He doesn't look up either when calm, casual footsteps approach his desk, the requested file sliding on to it a moment later. He doesn't even look up when Tu asks him "is that everything?" and what comes out of his mouth is "hmm, some tea would be nice - you know how I like it."
Tu pauses for a moment, before letting out a small, deep laugh, smiling as he's pushing up his glasses "alright, I'll be a couple of minutes. Don't lose your head while I'm gone."
Scoffing as he rolls his eyes, Wenlang finally looks up "I'm not going to -"
As if caught in a trance, Wenlang immediately stops talking, throat going dry as he sets his sight on his gorgeous Tutu.
His eyes go immediately to the pearl necklace first, wrapped around Tu's neck like it belongs there, staring back at Wenlang like that's it's rightful place and should be nowhere else. His eyes then wander down to the baby blue satin dress shirt warping it's way around the omega - it's delicate, it's beautiful, it suits Tu so fucking much that Wenlang wants to rip it open and devour his omega right there and then.
Inspecting further down, Tu has adorned a pair of plain off white trousers to accent it with. They are simple, but far too effective - tighter at the thighs and flared at the calves slightly, but it's enough to define those delicious curves at the hips that Wenlang cherishes every single night.
Jesus Christ give me strength - Wenlang silently prays, hoping some divine god of wisdom will swallow him into the ground.
The alpha's restraint so far only lasts until he rakes his eyes back up towards Tu's face, and - Oh good gracious.
Tu is smirking all too knowingly, standing with his hands clasped in front of him, elbows bent. Wenlang blinks for a few seconds, not really sure of what to do before his omega speaks for him, smiling politely, professionally with a mischievous glint in his expression.
"Wenlang? Is something wrong?"
Wenlang's jaw tightens, eye twitching slightly.
"What - Tutu."
The omega raises an eyebrow in curiosity "yes love?"
"You planned this didn't you?"
Tu is fighting a grin, his plan going all too smoothly, before abruptly looking in another direction away from Wenlang's gaze "I don't know what you mean - President Shen."
That's the final nail in the coffin for him, Wenlang decides.
The speed in which he is directly in front of Tu should be a crime really, folding this fast at his omega's antics. Growling in both warning and growing arousal, he crowds him until Tu's back is pressed against his desk. The omega grabs the edges for support, not totally expecting the intensity of this reaction from his alpha but also not complaining at all in the same breath.
Wenlang trails down Tu's outfit once again, before scoffing and rolling his eyes "Yes you did. You never wear stuff like this. Who put you up to it? Hua Yong? Bet he did, that lunatic bastard is forever pissing me off -"
"A-Lang."
Wenlang pierces his gaze back onto Tu who is yet again smiling, but it's less mischevious and - prouder?
"Hua Yong didn't do anything. I did."
He appears to be rendered speechless more and more today, perhaps it's a new record.
"You - You did?"
Tu hums a happy, self-assured confirmation "I wanted to... try something uhm..."
"Different?"
"You could say that, yeah."
Wenlang searches Tu's eyes for any hint, any whiff of hesitation but there is absolutely nothing in them, just pure affection and want. With a low, rough growl he goes in for the kill then, shoving his nose deep into Tu's neck, rubbing at his scent gland. Tu grips Wenlang's nape in surprise, only encouraging him by shoving the alpha further in.
It only becomes borderline whining when the alpha starts to gently put his mouth around it; kissing, nibbling, licking and -
Oh - oh.
That rich, undeniable scent of wood sage blows into the room when Wenlang does the unthinkable.
He sucks on the scent mark - knowing exactly how it drives Tu up the wall in a split instant.
"A-lang!"
The alpha in question only smirks, driving his assault on the mark deeper. At this point Tu has to scrape onto Wenlang's shoulders for dear life, trying to stay quiet despite how miserable of a job he's doing.
"I have to - get back -"
Wenlang's ears are practically tuned out by this point, not listening to the reasoning of his omega's wishes despite this whole thing being an assumed set up by him to provoke him. Once he has had enough sage to last him a lifetime, Wenlang releases the pleasurable torture on Tu's neck.
Tu only breathes twice before Wenlang immediately turns his stomach towards the desk, bending him forward so his back is arching prettily. Tu gasps in both surprise and contentment at the sudden forced movement, inner omega preening arrogantly at the show of strength from his alpha.
Tu frantically reaches down to his fly, unbuttoning the bottoms as he starts to feel slick soak his boxers, shoving them all the way down and kicking them somewhere unidentified - no slick ruined trousers for him thank you!
"Alpha... hurry up -"
Tu's hair is suddenly pulled from the back, forcing his head upwards, earning a delicious groan from the omega.
It's not a secret to the alpha that Tu likes being manhandled a little, he doesn't know whether it's just an omega thing or if it's specifically him but Wenlang isn't complaining when it sends his omega reeling for him.
Wenlang leans towards his ear, Iris enveloping Tu as he presses him back to chest.
"You wanted this, did you not? So, regardless of how long I take, you are going to get the same outcome aren't you baobei?"
The term of endearment forces a deep groan out of Tu as he's pulled back a little, giving Wenlang better access to his front. Clear, glistening liquid is trickling down the omegas thighs like a slow, agonisingly refreshing river.
Oh and how the alpha wants to just lap it all up.
"Oh sweetheart, you're soaked aren't you? I could probably just put my whole knot up there right now and you'd be ready to take me huh?"
A sinful whine escapes Tu as he nods quickly, impatiently wiggling his ass back as a definitive sign to get the hell on with it. Wenlang laughs, far too amused by the torture of teasing his omega. With great enthusiasm, Wenlang crouches down, now eye level with the omega's glistening hole when he dives in, licking all that sweet nectarine up.
And Tu all but wails.
"Oh - Wenlang! Alpha that feels - oh please, please -"
Wenlang is forever smug of the fact that nobody else gets to see the omega like this, his omega like this.
Grinning proudly, Wenlang replies confidently with "yeah baby? that feel good?"
Tu doesn't say anything back, just moans and writhes on the desk. He's almost in tears by the time Wenlang is finished, reaching down to clasp a hand around his cock for some - any relief.
Wenlang is sharp with his prevention, of course, catching it halfway with his free hand, now taking both of Tu's wrists and pinning them above his head on the desk with one hand. Wenlang tuts and tsks at him before kissing his nape gently "Uh uh baobei. You wanted my cock, so that's all you're getting. Nothing else I'm afraid."
Tu, already embarrassed by the amount of sounds he's failing to stop, whimpers even louder when Wenlang suddenly pushes two fingers in, scissoring him open.
"Alpha! I don't need - Wenlang please..."
The alpha smirks "Oh I think you do, my gorgeous omega strutting in this around the office. Obscene."
Of course, they both know that he doesn't really. An omega's body is designed and literally made to be bred, so the slick constantly oozing out of him like a waterfall has only one possible function:
To immediately slide in without any prep done beforehand.
Still, Wenlang can't help but tease the poor, desperate darling who decided to tease him this morning with that devastating outfit.
Tu doesn't even know how long they have been in the office now, his colleagues probably worried sick about his sudden absence while he's being wrecked into oblivion by his overly possessive partner. Time passes by in phases, Wenlang kissing a trail down his back from the broad shoulders to that slutty, slim waist of his, whispering the filthiest things in his ear that forces him to resemble a blushing lobster in the process.
The alpha gently retrieves his fingers from the tight heat of Tu's hole, efficiently tugging down his own expensive trousers and underwear and throwing them in the same pile as Tu's white ones. The alpha immediately turns his attention wholeheartedly back on to his omega, now caressing his curved hips in adoration as he bends over him.
"I think you're ready baobei, what do you think?"
Tu has fully melted under him by now, a true omega in design as he impatiently shoves back towards the alpha's cock for an answer "A-lang I swear to whoever is listening up there if you don't put your cock in me right now so help me -"
Tu abruptly cuts himself off with a silent gasp as Wenlang stares him down, eyebrow raised. The alpha pushes through in one go, burying himself to the tilt while sliding through the slick gushing river to the divine paradise that is his omega's warm heat. Tu looks up to his partner with wide eyes, not breaking eye contact with Wenlang once who appears to have been served a five course meal from the way he's eyeing the omega.
"Wen - Wenlang -"
Wenlang threads his fingers through the omega's hair, gently smiling down at him "oh baobei, not so tough now that your alpha's cock is filling you up eh? want my knot to fill you up so good in your pretty little outfit?"
A fervent nod accompanied with an impatient whimper makes Wenlang chuckle softly "okay sweetheart, my omega deserves it after all, doesn't he?"
And how exactly can Wenlang ever resist when his omega is gazing up at him with those wide, loving, yearning doe eyes - it's impossible in his opinion.
Tu doesn't speak much - he can't really. It's all whimpers, whines and gasps from him once Wenlang starts moving in earnest, tears brimming in his eyes as the alpha wraps a strong, reassuring hand around his throat just under his jaw, constantly rubbing his scent gland.
"Alpha - I'm going to - please - " it's incredible that he can still form a coherent sentence when his sweet spot is being fully targeted by the man on top of him. Wenlang's eyes darken and his eyebrows furrow, as if thinking about a split second decision before abruptly pulling out, Tu crying out at the loss after being so close.
"Just a second sweetheart, I'm getting us comfier."
With a kiss to the forehead, Wenlang disappears for a whole twenty seconds (yes, Tu was counting) before the faint click of a door lock is heard echoing softly in his ears. Soon enough, Wenlang is behind Tu once again, only this time to manhandle him over to the couch - clothes decidedly forgotten about and curtains swiftly shut over.
Surprisingly, Wenlang sits down first, staying upright as he - pats his lap?
Oh.
Tu loves this idea.
"You want to be in control for a bit love?" Wenlang says casually, smirking with full knowledge that being on top of the alpha drives Tu to absolutely insanity. With a quiet smile and a lust hazed view of just how delicious his alpha looks right now, Tu makes his way over with slow, deliberate steps, teasing his alpha.
His baby blue shirt is still on him somehow, Tu undoing the buttons along the way over in a sexy, sultry trance that leaves Wenlang practically drooling over him, lips being licked and eye contact never waning.
Taking all the time he needs, Tu swings one beautifully muscular leg over Wenlang's lap, the other one mirroring it right after. The omega holds on to the alpha's shoulders, never once breaking his eyes away from his alpha's as Wenlang lines himself up, hands placed on Tu's waist, firmly guiding him down to the base.
Tu gasps at the sudden fullness, taking a couple seconds to adjust.
"You okay?" Wenlang asks him, tone completely soft.
The omega nods "just need to - adjust... that's all." After what seems like an eternity, Tu begins to move; up first, then down, then up again, synchronised with Wenlang who is meeting him somewhere in between.
They continue like that for a while, sweat slowly taking over both their foreheads as moans fill out the room, Tu being way past the caring stage and Wenlang never caring in the first place.
The alpha can see Tu becoming more desperate, his tears brimming once again, the way he starts to slam down harder because he knows it feels good and drives Wenlang insane, the way his cheeks redden in a rosy haze.
Wenlang's stare up towards his omega darkens at the sudden desperation, only encouraging him as he hesitantly spanks Tu's ass once, as if testing the waters to see what Tu does with it. It's never happened before, Wenlang never wanting to hit Tu in the slightest in any context, but he doesn't fail to notice the slight spark in the omega's eye and the edging darkness that's creeping in.
"Wenlang -"
Tu stares down at him, tugging the alpha's head back by his hair as Wenlang groans.
"Do that again." is all he says, voice strained, deep and full of unushered lust.
The alpha growls as he takes on the challenge, spanking Tu again, then again, grabbing a hold of the omega's jaw to expose his scent gland that's practically inviting him into with the amount of warm sage it's spilling out.
He dives in, stuttering Tu's movements a little "you going to mark me up alpha? Make me yours?"
Wenlang doesn't know where this sudden confidence of Tu's has came from, but he's sure as hell not going to complain when it's bringing this type of drive out in the omega.
"Oh sweetheart, you're already mine. But I'm doing it anyway to make sure others know that."
Tu lets out an exasperated wail as Wenlang bites into the scent gland, marking a bite that's been used many times before.
With only a gasp as a warning, Tu spills entirely untouched all over him and Wenlang, clear liquid spraying the two of them.
Wenlang glances down slightly, a smug grin on his face as Tu buries himself in the alpha's neck.
Rubbing his back gently, Wenlang kisses along Tu's throat "did that feel good baby? Coming on just your alpha's cock huh?". Tu slaps the alpha's chest, clearly embarrassed but not willing to deny it "shut up!"
Wenlang barks out a laugh, only to be abruptly stopped by Tu clenching around him as he lets out a groan "Tutu -" he growls out lowly in warning, already feeling a cheek filled smirk from the omega on top of him.
"What? You wanted to knot me, I'm just helping."
Wenlang's second growl is much louder than than the first, spanking Tu's ass before holding him up slightly. With new found determination, the alpha starts to pound into the omega, who begins to regret his decision to rile him up when the overstimulation hits, frantically trying to squirm away.
"Wait - Wenlang - It's too much! -"
Wenlang raises an eyebrow "don't give me that, Tutu, we both know you like it."
His thrusts only become more brutal for the omega when the climax starts to approach, knot beginning to swell which forces yet another wail out of him that his colleagues can definitely hear now.
"My knot's growing baby, you want to be filled with my pups again? God - you'd look so fucking good all knocked up for me, can't wait to put another one in you - "
Tu wholeheartedly nods, the sudden pressure of the alpha's knot catching on his rim forcing him to clutch onto the sofa's back for support, arms at either side of Wenlang.
"Uh huh - I'd carry all the pups you wanted me to alpha - would be such a good omega for you!"
With one final slam, the alpha lets go with a drawn out groan, knot fully locking them in as Tu comes for the second time.
Wenlang wraps his arms around Tu's waist as the omega does the same with his arms, burying his face in Wenlang's neck, the heavy scent of iris fully mushing all of his previous thoughts.
"You're already so good to me, fuck - my pretty omega, all mine."
Tu releases a breath he didn't know he was holding, clinging on to the alpha even more so than before. This is completely normal, regardless of the context, Tu is always surprisingly clingy in the aftermath. Not that Wenlang is complaining, he'd gladly indulge his omega all day if he could.
Pressing a light kiss to the forehead, Wenlang rolls over towards the edge of the sofa, allowing them both to lie down as safely as possible. Tu rests his head on Wenlang's broad shoulder, only then just realising that the alpha had his shirt on the entire way through.
"A-lang! Why am I not allowed my clothes but you are?"
"Because my clothes aren't trying to grasp my partner's attention? and besides, you literally have your shirt on too silly."
Tu gasps lightly as he smacks Wenlang's chest, still trying to regain his breath "that's ridiculous! I wasn't trying to grab your attention. If anything you started it - I just wanted to express myself more."
The alpha raises a furrowed eyebrow at that "express yourself? Did you not like yourself before?"
Tu gives him a reluctant look, before shaking his head "I didn't really care at first, until the beta facade came off and I started to actually listen to my omega instincts. Then I started to research more into what omegas wear and stuff because if the mask is off, I may as well look the part right?"
Wenlang reaches a hand into Tu's hair, caressing it lightly as he hums in acknowledgement "makes sense. Well either way I love the new look, my perfect omega."
Tu hums contentedly. He's barely awake now, with the deadly combo of his hair being played with and soothing Iris pheromones, it's becoming increasingly hard to stay awake. Wenlang smiles down at him, it's not a plotting smile or an arrogant grin, just a simple one full of love and adoration for his angel of a mate.
As time escapes them, Wenlang can feel his knot slowly deflate from within. Tu is fully asleep now, snoring lightly as warm sage emanates from his scent gland that's now blooming a beautiful shade of light brown.
Wenlang knows they need to get up soon, the random disappearance of the boss's secretary must be concerning some of his colleagues. Perhaps he will take Tu out for lunch, it's only 1 o'clock after all, and say they were in an urgent zoom meeting or some other lame excuse he can quickly whip up to prevent the rumours. Not that he personally wants to prevent them, Wenlang couldn't care less if the whole world knew about him finding a partner in his secretary. But he knows what Tu is like, and what he will no doubt say about it.
So, with as much grace and delicacy as he can, Wenlang slowly pulls out inch by inch until his knot pops, sliding back with a wet squelch. The alpha sits up gently after that, wrapping Tu's arms around his neck and holding on to his thighs, carrying him towards his en-suite bathroom (which he is entirely grateful for right now.)
As he's approaching, he hears a slight groan coming from his neck.
Oh no.
The bunny awakens.
Tu nuzzles his face in the warmth of Wenlang's comforting iris scent, grumbling something incoherent. He blinks a few times, adorably rubbing his eyes before looking at the alpha with a squint, clearly adjusting to the light again.
"Where are we going?"
"To the bathroom, so you can get cleaned -"
Tu's eyes widen and his cheeks slowly start to redden, the memory of what they just did an hour ago sinking in as he shoves his face into his palms "oh - oh god. Wenlang we - we fucked at the office..."
Wenlang grins, way more proud than he should be about his inappropriate use of boss privileges for his exclusive partner "yes we did, baobei. Anyways I'm taking you out for lunch so you need to be clean regardless."
"Oh my god, you are insufferable."
"Yah! Tutu, let me just remind you who took your ability to walk? Hence why I'm carrying you."
"I'm never wearing that sort of outfit here again if I get trapped in your office every time."
"Baobei, if you are trapped, then you must be the most spoiled prisoner ever."
"I'm not spoiled!"
"No, no of course not Tutu. You are treated just the way you deserve..."
Wenlang sets his omega down gently in the shower, grinning at the sight of just how wrecked he is.
"Like a prince, my prince."