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Wenlang was very confident when Yong told him about his business trip. The merging of two office branches required his direct attention, and so Wenlang just shrugged when Yong asked if he wants to tag along. Why would he? He had his own company to take care of and he was perfectly capable of handling himself without his husband nearby. He managed alone just fine for years, sure he'll miss him, but that's okay, right?
It wasn't okay at all. It was unexpectedly hard to sleep alone, to not feel Yong's pheromones surrounding him for the most of the day, to not wake up to his kisses and hands all over his body, to not drink coffee with him in the morning. And it was very hard not to have sex. Yong was insatiable and Wenlang was greedy. Sometimes Yong would just bend him over the nearest surface without any warning and have his way with him, and Wenlang loved it. Maybe he was a pervert, but it brought him so much pleasure when Yong used him without seeming to care. Of course they talked daily and had a couple video calls, but still a week without all of that was really starting to get on his nerves. So once Wenlang receives a message he can feel his heart singing with joy.
From: My freaking psycho
Going to land soon. Be at my office in an hour.
To: My freaking psycho
You're not coming home?
From: My freaking psycho
Just need to wrap things up. You can wait until I finish, if you want. But I missed you.
To: My freaking psycho
Fine, just because you're pretty.
Of course, Wenlang arrives at the major office of X Holdings even earlier because he really missed Yong as well and he's not ready to wait until evening to see him again. Even though he doesn't visit that often, he is recognised immediately and led to the boss's office. The secretary provides him with his favourite tea and leaves him alone to wait for Yong's return.
The space of his office is obviously kept pristinely clean, but it's very much devoid of Yong's presence. He doesn't usually need to spend much time here, delegating a lot of work to his trusted subordinates, so there's almost no personal stuff and his scent doesn't linger in the air. The only thing that stands out is a picture frame with their wedding photo on the desk. Wenlang smiles fondly as he sees it – they are gazing at each other with adoration, just parted from a kiss, both wearing groom's jackets with intricate golden patterns, black for Yong and deep red for Wenlang. That memory just makes his guts flutter, despite how exhausting that day was. He places himself down in Yong's chair – very comfortable, by the way – and reclines against it with a sigh, waiting patiently.
Luckily, it doesn't take long. Just fifteen minutes later a door swings open and the scent of orchids enters first, alluring and exciting, with Yong following if just half a second later. Wenlang can feel himself trembling slightly from the sheer relief of finally seeing him and the desire to run up to him immediately, sniff him all over, kiss and touch every nook and cranny of his body. Instead he just turns around in the chair, intending to tease him about how Yong kept him waiting and wasn't in a hurry at all, so maybe it will be better for him to just go, but Yong doesn't give him that chance. He just crosses the space between them in the blink of an eye, roughly pulls Wenlang out of his seat and kisses him fiercely, eagerly licking his way into his mouth. The door clicks shut behind him only a couple seconds later.
"God, I missed you so much," Yong whispers between kissing and nipping his lower lip as Wenlang melts into the touch. "You have no idea, do you?"
"Well, I definitely have some ideas," Wenlang whispers back before driving his hand down. To his delight, he can already feel the familiar hardness beneath his fingers as he proprietarily squeezes his crotch. "Or is that a gun in your pocket?"
"Please, let this joke to rest already, will you?" Yong can complain all he wants, but the roll of his hips tells Wenlang he's definitely doing something right. "I'm not in the mood for that bratty tongue of yours to babble right now."
"Oh, have you got some other plans for it?" The familiar warmth is spreading throughout Wenlang's whole body as he continues to tease Yong through the fabric. He really wouldn't mind any of Yong's plans right now as long as they involve them fucking.
"Yeah, some," Yong breathes out, pulling the chair closer to the desk and pointing at the space underneath it. "On your knees, off you go."
His voice is hoarse and there's a steel note in it that makes Wenlang shiver enthusiastically. The space underneath the desk is cramped, so it's not very comfortable, but Wenlang doesn't care. At least it's closed in the back, so if anyone were to come in, they—
Oh. His arousal suddenly spikes, as his cheeks grow hotter. Yong takes a seat and rolls closer, inching his legs apart just enough to accommodate Wenlang between them.
"Come here, sweetheart," he calls in a low voice, patting himself on the thigh, and smirks as Wenlang sends him a questioning look. "I told you I still have to wrap things up, so try to control your pheromones while you're at it. Unless, of course, you want someone to know how good you're making me feel."
"Fucking lunatic," Wenlang mutters, already unzipping his fly. He can feel his own cock straining inside his own pants and shifts a little to ease the pressure. Once he tugs Yong underwear down as far as he can, his cock springs out, angry red and glistening from precome. Saliva starts to gather in his mouth at the sight. Yong lets out a satisfied sigh, not taking his eyes away, as Wenlang leans in and runs his nose along the shaft. The scent is intoxicating as ever, making him dizzy with want, and he flattens his tongue against the base, slowly wetting his way up.
"That's it, take your time," Yong encourages him, petting his hair as he closes his lips around the leaking head. His pupils are blown wide with lust, yet his gaze is warm and loving. "You look so good like that, I was dying to see it again. Is my alpha going to be nice and keep my cock warm for a while?"
Wenlang moans quietly at his words, and that immediately earns him a sharp tug on his hair.
"Not a sound, wolfie," Yong chides, guiding his cock deeper with a slow roll of his hips. Wenlang chokes and gags a little, as the fat tip hits the back of his throat, but relaxes soon, adjusting to the familiar fullness and allowing Yong to push further. "I'm going to have visitors soon, and we don't want them to know what a slut you are, right? Now come on, take it. You don't want me to go cold, do you?"
Wenlang hums and goes all the way down, until his nose touches Yong's pelvis. His body struggles, trying to swallow around it, a moment of panic hitting him at the thought that he might not be able to do it after all, but then Yong strokes his hair soothingly and praises him again.
"Yeah, just like that, breathe, I knew you'd be perfect. Hey, wolfie? Look at me."
Wenlang lift up his eyes, glazy and red-rimmed, and Yong sucks a sharp breath as Wenlang can feel his cock twitching.
"Beautiful," he tells him, stroking the stretched corner of his mouth with his thumb. "Lean on my thigh and just breathe, all right? If you need to stop at any point, squeeze my ankle twice. Now squeeze it once if you got it."
Wenlang obediently rests his cheek against a smooth fabric of his pants, takes a deep breath through his nose and does as he told. His own underwear must already be soaked through from the slick and precome, but he still keeps his pheromones in check.
"That's right, good. Now relax, wolfie, don't worry about anything," Yong murmurs, stroking his hair a little more. "I'm right here."
"President Hua, executive Li is here to see you," comes a voice over the comm, as Wenlang relaxes further, closing his eyes.
"Let him come," Yong answers, his tone no different from the usual. Then comes the sound of the door being opened. "Executive Li, good to see you. Please, sit down."
"President Hua, it's my honor to meet you in person."
There's some shuffling behind Wenlang's back as his mind gradually slips into pleasant warm buzz, voices muffled around him. He just lets himself to surrender, to not worry about anything, just as Yong told him to. His jaw starts to ache after a while, but the feeling is dull as his mind and his body become somewhat divided.
The conversation echoes through the room, someone else comes in then goes, papers are rustling, but Wenlang is focused solely on breathing, surrounded by his mate's comforting scent. Saliva drools from the corner of his mouth, ruining Yong's pants, his lashes are damp from involuntary tears as he tries to swallow around a fat cock, filling his throat, and said cock twitches at the feeling. A few times he feels a light short touch against his cheek, like Yong keeps checking on him, so every time he squeezes his ankle again once, to show that he's fine. More than fine, actually.
Wenlang doesn't really know how much time passes until the door shuts once more and Yong finally brings his hand fully back on his head.
"Hey, wolfie. Are you with me?" He asks very gently, slowly petting him. Wenlang reluctantly opens his bleary eyes and hums. "You did so good, sweetheart, that was so hot. I am going to fuck your mouth now, okay?"
Wenlang hums once again approvingly as his own cock is begging for release. Yong guides him to lift his head up and firmly fixes it with both hands before he starts fucking into his mouth with quick shallow thrusts. Wenlang moans desperately, letting his jaw go slack, and arches his neck for Yong to go as deep as he can.
"Fuck, wolfie, your mouth is made for this, you are made for this," Yong pants breathlessly, watching him with awe. Wenlang can feel him tensing and it drives him crazy with anticipation. "God, I love it so much, I love you so much, you look so good on my cock, so lewd, I'm gonna fuck you against every mirror in the house, shit, I'm gonna—"
Yong moans, shuddering and coming deep inside his throat, and releases the grip only for Wenlang to continue diligently suck him dry through his orgasm. Once the aftershocks subside, Yong pulls on his hair, tugging Wenlang away from his cock, and Wenlang whines at the loss.
"Shhh, don't worry, I'll give it to you again later," Yong soothes him before pressing a foot against his crotch, making Wenlang whine again and move his hips, trying to hump it. "Yeah, like that. I know you want your hole filled, but you were so needy, I had to spend it all down your throat. Now you'll have to do it yourself. Be a good little wolfie, pants off, turn around and show me how much you missed me."
There's not much space to move here, but Yong doesn't seem like he's going to make it any easier for him. So Wenlang just pulls his pants down with shaking hands, crouches down and turns clumsily, almost hitting his head, until he is able to present himself. The position is humiliating enough to make his cock press against his stomach with excitement.
"Yong, please," he croaks, barely able to form words. His mind is still hazy and his throat is so sore, he'll probably sound like this for at least a day more. Yong hushes him, spreading his cheeks apart, and teases his rim with a thumb.
"Your hole is dripping so nicely, you're so filthy right now," Yong tells him, rubbing circles around it. "Come on now, give me your hand. Feel it for yourself."
Wenlang shifts his knees a little to find balance, presses his burning forehead to the carpet and slides one hand between his legs. He's dripping indeed, and a thought of that makes his hole twitch and let out a gush of slick. Yong clicks his tongue in a clear delight and presses on his fingers, making him push them inside.
"There we go, love, don't let it go to waste, alright? I want to see you come like this."
Wenlang moans raggedly and starts to move his fingers greedily, pushing three at once inside himself, moving his hips in unsteady rhythm. Yong just keeps his cheeks spread, murmuring sweet praises and dirty words for him, until Wenlang starts shaking with pleasure, dangerously close to the edge. Then a warm tongue suddenly pushes inside along with the fingers, and he's done for, clenching around it, whimpering and practically sobbing through his high. Yong leads him through it with his clever tongue, strokes his cock a few times, milking out the last drops, and then tugs him from under the desk before he can slump forward.
"It's okay, A-Lang, it's okay," he whispers, lifting him up in the air. "I got you."
Yong places him gently on the couch in the corner and turns to leave.
"Stay," Wenlang mewls, trying to stop him, and Yong leans to kiss his knuckles with a low chuckle.
"So clingy. I'm not going anywhere, but I need to take care of you, alright?"
Wenlang nods weakly, and Yong indeed returns in just a minute. He gives him water, carefully wipes his body and then gets comfortable nearby, letting him rest his head on his shoulder.
"I really missed you so much," Yong tells him, tenderly caressing his back. "Thank you for coming here."
"Mhm," Wenlang nuzzles into his neck and lets out a contented sigh. "I missed you too."