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The human body is not meant to withstand thirty kilograms of pure, unadulterated Alpha muscle draped directly over its ribcage at six in the morning.

​Namping woke up with a soft, wheezing gasp, his lungs protesting the familiar, heavy blanket of warmth flattening him into the mattress.

He didn't need to open his eyes to know exactly what was happening. A arm was clamped around his waist like a vice, the heavy thigh slung over his legs, locking him in place, and the hot, rhythmic puffs of breath hitting the bare skin of his shoulder blade were dead giveaways.

​Keng was awake.

Or, at the very least, Keng's subconscious had determined that Namping was a personal mattress extension.

​"Keng," Namping mumbled, his voice thick and raspy with sleep. He tried to wiggle his hips, but the movement only caused Keng to tighten his grip, letting out a low, vibrating growl from the depths of his chest.

It wasn't a threatening sound; it was the needy, possessive rumble of an Alpha who refused to acknowledge the existence of a world outside their bed.

​"No," Keng grunted, his voice a deep, gravelly baritone that vibrated right against Namping's spine.

He buried his face deeper into the crook of Namping's neck, his nose rubbing aggressively against the sensitive skin of Namping's scent gland. "Stay. Cold out there."

​"It's July, Keng. It is literally twenty-eight degrees outside," Namping sighed, though a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

He loved his husband.

He truly, deeply did.

But Keng's concept of personal space was entirely non-existent, a boundary line that had been permanently erased the moment they exchanged vows.

​"Inside is better," Keng muttered. He shifted his weight, dragging his massive frame entirely on top of Namping, pinning the smaller Omega flat against the sheets. He aligned their bodies perfectly, sighing with immense satisfaction as he soaked up Namping's sweet, calming scent of fresh milk and jasmine. "Smell good. My Omega."

​"Your squished Omega," Namping corrected, tapping his fingers against Keng's thick forearm. "Come on, big guy. Lift up. I need to pee."

​The moment the words left his mouth, Keng stiffened. The heavy, sleepy Alpha instantly became alert, though he didn't move an inch off Namping. He lifted his head, his dark, messy bedhead hair sticking out in every direction, and looked down at his husband with a deeply offended pout.

​"You're leaving?"

​"To use the bathroom, Keng! I am not fleeing the country!"

​"I'll come with you," Keng stated smoothly, as if it were the most logical conclusion in the world.

​Namping groaned, covering his face with his hands. "No. Absolutely not. We discussed this. Privacy, Keng. Human dignity."

​"We are married. I marked you," Keng argued, his lower lip pushing out in a textbook display of a spoiled, oversized puppy. "There are no secrets. I can hold the door."

​"You don't hold the door, you stand three inches away from me and stare!"

Namping laughed, pushing against Keng's broad shoulders. "Up. Now. Or no kisses for the rest of the day."

​The threat of a kiss-famine was the only weapon that successfully penetrated Keng's skull. With a dramatic, exaggerated whine that sounded entirely ridiculous coming from a six-foot CEO who terrified his board of directors on a daily basis, Keng finally rolled off.

​Namping didn't waste a second.

He scrambled out of the bed, the cool morning air hitting his bare legs, and bolted for the bathroom. Behind him, he heard the heavy thud of Keng's feet hitting the floor, followed by the urgent, rapid padding of footsteps chasing right after him.

​Namping managed to slam the bathroom door shut and click the lock just as a heavy weight thumped against the wood from the outside.

​"Namping," Keng's muffled voice called out, laced with a ridiculous amount of tragedy. "The lock is broken. Open it."

​"The lock is not broken, I locked it!" Namping yelled back, turning on the faucet to brush his teeth.

​"It feels broken," Keng insisted, the doorknob jiggling aggressively. "I can't smell you properly through the wood. It's a safety hazard."

​Namping shook his head, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his mouth. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, his cheeks flushed and his hair a wild mess, a soft, helpless chuckle escaping him.

He unlocked the door, and it instantly flew open. Keng was standing there, arms already outstretched, looking like a giant koala waiting for its tree.

​Before Namping could even grab a hand towel, Keng stepped into the bathroom, closed the distance, and wrapped his arms tightly around Namping's waist from behind.

He tucked his chin onto Namping's shoulder, staring at their reflection in the mirror with a smug, triumphant grin.

​"Better," Keng murmured, his large hands sliding under Namping's oversized pajama shirt to press against the warm skin of his stomach. "Much better."

​"You are completely hopeless," Namping whispered, leaning back against Keng's chest, unable to fight the sheer comfort of being held so securely. "How do you run a multi-million dollar logistics company when you can't even handle a closed bathroom door?"

​"I delegate," Keng said simply, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Namping's cheek. "But I don't delegate you. You're my full-time job."

​Namping reached for his face wash, his movements slightly restricted by the heavy arm still wrapped firmly around his waist.

Keng had reluctantly freed one of his hands to grab his own toothbrush, but his lower body remained thoroughly glued to Namping's hip.

Every time Namping leaned forward to rinse his face, Keng leaned with him, shifting his weight in tandem like a shadow.

​"Keng, you're getting water on my shirt," Namping complained, squinting through the soap suds.

​"It's my shirt," Keng pointed out, totally unbothered.

It was true; Namping was wearing one of Keng's old, faded gray t-shirts that hung loosely off his smaller frame, exposing a collarbone (that Keng took great pride in marking🌚). "Therefore, it's my water on my shirt. No problem."

​"That logic makes zero sense." Namping grabbed a towel and wiped his face, turning his head to glare playfully at his husband.

​Keng merely grinned around his toothbrush, foam bubbling at the corner of his mouth. He looked incredibly fierce with his sharp jawline and prominent brow, a textbook dominant Alpha, yet he was currently swaying side to side, gently rocking Namping with him as he brushed his teeth.

​Once Keng rinsed his mouth, he didn't even bother reaching for his own towel. He simply grabbed the edge of the towel Namping was holding and wiped his face with it, his dark eyes locked onto Namping's the entire time.

​"Are you done invading my personal space here, or do you plan on following me into the shower too?" Namping asked, raising an eyebrow.

​Keng's eyes lit up with a dangerous, predatory spark. "Is that an invitation? Because I can be undressed in three seconds."

​"No! No shower together today, we have to leave the house by ten," Namping said quickly, placing a firm hand against Keng's chest to keep him at bay. "You take the guest shower down the hall. I'll take this one. It'll save time."

​Keng's face fell instantly. The predatory spark vanished, replaced by a look of sheer, unadulterated betrayal. "The guest shower? Alone? In the dark?"

​"The guest bathroom has a massive window, Keng. It is fully illuminated by the morning sun."

​"It feels dark without you," Keng whined, his voice dropping into that low, needy tone that always made Namping's inner Omega want to give him whatever he wanted.

Keng stepped closer, pressing his forehead against Namping's. "Just five minutes. I'll just stand there. I won't even use the hot water. I'll just watch you."

​"That sounds incredibly creepy when you say it out loud," Namping laughed, his hands coming up to cup Keng's face.

He smoothed down Keng's fierce eyebrows with his thumbs, his heart melting at how soft this terrifying Alpha became just for him. "Go down the hall, honey. If you take a fast shower, I'll let you pick out my clothes for the day."

​Keng perks up, his alpha instincts thoroughly bribed. picking out his Omega's clothes meant he could choose something that covered Namping up perfectly, preferably something that smelled faintly of Keng's own cologne.

​"Deal," Keng snapped, kissing Namping firmly on the lips-a quick, possessive steal before finally, finally releasing his grip and jogging out of the bathroom.

​Namping let out a long breath, a wide smile gracing his face as he closed the shower door.

For a few blissful minutes, he enjoyed the hot water in absolute, quiet solitude. He washed his hair, let the steam clear his mind, and enjoyed the rare sensation of having oxygen all to himself.

​But the peace didn't last long.

​Exactly six minutes later, the bathroom door clicked open. Namping peered through the frosted glass of the shower stall and saw a blurry, tall silhouette standing right outside.

​"Keng? I told you to go down the hall!"
​"I finished," Keng's voice boomed over the sound of the running water. "I was fast. Look at me, I'm wearing a towel. I'm waiting."

​Namping groaned softly, leaning his head against the tiled wall. "Can you at least wait in the bedroom?"

​"No. It's too far."

​A wet hand pressed against the outside of the frosted glass, right where Namping was standing. Namping looked at the palm print through the glass, a helpless sigh escaping him. He turned off the water, grabbed his towel, and stepped out.

​Keng was indeed standing there, a white towel wrapped precariously around his waist, water droplets still glistening on his broad, muscular chest and defined abs. He looked like an absolute god, but his expression was that of a needy puppy waiting by the front door for its owner to return.

​The moment Namping stepped out, Keng didn't even give him a chance to dry off. He threw his arms around Namping's damp shoulders, pulling him into a tight, wet hug.

​"Keng! We are both getting wet again!"
​"Don't care," Keng whispered, burying his face into Namping's wet hair, inhaling deeply. "Missed you."

​"It was six minutes!"

​"Six minutes too long."

True to his word, Keng took his job of dressing Namping very seriously.

​The walk-in closet was spacious, filled with rows of tailored suits for Keng and softer, elegant designer wear for Namping. However, Keng was cfor

ently ignoring Namping's side of the closet entirely. He was rummaging through his own drawer, pulling out a thick, oversized black hoodie that reached his knees.

​"Keng, we are going to a formal family brunch event," Namping said, sitting on the plush velvet ottoman in the center of the closet, drying his legs with a towel. "I cannot wear your casual gym clothes to meet your aunt."

​"It's a nice hoodie," Keng argued, bringing it to his nose to ensure his pine-and-rain scent was thoroughly embedded in the fabric. He nodded approvingly. "It smells like me. Everyone at the brunch will know you belong to me."

​"Everyone at the brunch already knows I belong to you because you spend the entire time growling at anyone who breathes in my direction," Namping pointed out, rolling his eyes. "Give me something proper. The slate-blue button-down shirt and the cream slacks."

​Keng pouted, staring at the wardrobe. He reluctantly bypassed the hoodies, but his eyes locked onto the clothes Namping wanted. The shirt was a beautiful, fluid silk with full sleeves that cuffed elegantly at the wrists. It was perfectly tailored, but because it was a loose-fit style, it draped softly over Namping's frame, hinting at the curve of his waist. Keng immediately felt a low spike of alpha possessiveness.

​"Too loose," Keng muttered.

​"It is supposed to be loose, Keng! It's a designer shirt!"

​"The top buttons will show your neck. Your collarbone," Keng countered, stepping over and looming over Namping.

He snatched the slate-blue silk shirt and the cream slacks off the hangers, but instead of handing them over, he knelt down right between Namping's thighs. His large hands grabbed Namping's ankles, rubbing his thumbs against the soft skin. "Let me wear you instead."

​"Keng Harit, get up and give me the clothes," Namping laughed, pushing against the Alpha's broad shoulders.
​Keng used his ultimate weapon: the upward, wide-eyed look that contrasted ridiculously with his massive, muscular frame. When Keng pouted like a spoiled, oversized puppy, Namping was completely powerless.

​"Fine," Keng mumbled, but he didn't move away. Instead, he insisted on helping.

​Because Keng refused to grant him even a single inch of breathing room, the process of getting dressed became a slow, highly tactile ordeal.

Keng unrolled the full sleeves of the silk shirt, gently guiding Namping's arms through them one by one. His large hands lingered over Namping's wrists, fastening the silver cufflinks with meticulous, territorial care.

​When it came time for the slacks, Keng practically held Namping up by the waist, smoothing the premium fabric over Namping's hips himself.

​Once Namping was fully dressed in the presentable, elegant outfit, Keng stepped back to examine his handiwork. The slate-blue silk brought out the warmth in Namping's skin, and the cream slacks fit him perfectly. He looked stunning, sophisticated, and entirely too attractive.

Keng's dark eyes narrowed with an intense, protective gleam.

​He stepped right back into Namping's personal space, his chest pressing against Namping's front. His hands flew to the collar of the silk shirt, fastidiously buttoning it up to the very top to ensure Namping's mating mark was completely hidden from public view.

​"Perfect," Keng declared, wrapping his arms around Namping's waist from behind as Namping turned to look in the mirror. Keng buried his face in the crook of Namping's neck, inhaling the sweet jasmine scent that was now mixing with the crisp, clean scent of the fresh silk.

"Beautiful. But still too exposed."

​"I am covered from my throat to my ankles, Keng," Namping muttered, though he couldn't help but lean back into the solid, warm chest of his mate, his hands resting over Keng's forearms.

"Now, go get dressed properly. You can't go to brunch in just a towel."

​"Watch me," Keng joked, though he finally turned to his side of the closet to grab his sharp charcoal suit.

Even as he pulled his trousers on, his eyes never left Namping, tracking his Omega's every move as if Namping might vanish into thin air if Keng blinked for too long.

​If Namping thought the kitchen would provide some semblance of personal boundaries, he was sorely mistaken.

​Namping was standing by the stove, gently stirring a pot of oatmeal while waiting for the coffee maker to finish brewing.

The kitchen was quiet, bathed in the soft morning light, a peaceful sanctuary-until two large, heavy arms wrapped around his waist from behind, pinning him against the edge of the marble countertop.

​"Keng, I am holding a hot spoon," Namping warned, not even looking back.

​"I'm careful," Keng mumbled, resting his heavy chin right on Namping's shoulder. He was fully dressed now in a sharp charcoal suit jacket and slacks, looking every bit the ruthless, powerful Alpha executive he was. Yet, he was currently clinging to his husband like a lost child.

"Feed me."

​"It's not done yet. Go sit at the island."

​"No."

​"Keng, the stools are literally two feet away."

​"Too far," Keng insisted, his grip tightening. He shifted his head, his lips brushing against Namping's earlobe. "I can help. I'll be the structure. You be the arms."

​Namping let out a loud, dramatic sigh, but his body automatically melted back against Keng's solid chest.

He was so used to this by now.

He adjusted his stance, navigating the cooking process with a ninety-kilogram Alpha physically attached to his back.

​He reached for the sugar bowl; Keng shifted with him.

He reached for a bowl; Keng moved with him.

It was like operating a giant, luxury mecha suit powered entirely by intense separation anxiety.

​"You're ridiculous," Namping murmured, spooning some oatmeal into a bowl. He turned around within Keng's embrace, which took a significant amount of effort since Keng refused to loosen his arms. Namping blew on a spoonful of oatmeal to cool it down and held it up to Keng's mouth. "Here. Open."

​Keng ate the oatmeal obediently, his dark eyes locked onto Namping's face with a look of pure, unadulterated adoration. It was the look of a man who had everything he ever wanted in the palm of his hand.

​"Good," Keng pronounced, swallowing. "But you taste better."

​"Don't start," Namping flushed, pushing the spoon against Keng's lips again to keep him from saying anything more embarrassing. "Eat your breakfast. The driver is going to be here in twenty minutes."

​"Let him wait," Keng muttered around the spoon, though he swallowed the second bite.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against Namping's chest, right over his heart. He listened to the steady, calming beat of Namping's heart, his alpha pheromones settling into a deep, contented purr. "I don't want to go to this brunch. I want to stay here. With you. Locked in the house."

​"We have to go, Keng. It's your aunt's birthday," Namping reminded him gently, his fingers weaving through Keng's neatly styled hair, ruining the perfection Keng's stylist had undoubtedly worked hard to achieve.

"And besides, you promised me you'd be on your best behavior."

​"My best behavior includes holding your hand the entire time," Keng negotiated, looking up with a fierce, uncompromising glare. "If anyone touches your shoulder, I am growling."

​"Keng, no growling at your aunt's friends!"

​"A warning rumble, then," Keng compromised, his arms sliding down to cup Namping's hips, lifting him up slightly so Namping was forced to sit on the edge of the kitchen counter. Keng stepped into the space between Namping's legs, effectively trapping him.

"Deal?"

​Namping looked at his fiercely stubborn, insanely possessive husband and knew there was no winning this battle.

Keng's alpha instincts were hardwired to protect and claim, and when it came to Namping, those instincts were dialed up to an eleven.

​"Fine. A warning rumble," Namping relented, a soft, affectionate smile breaking across his face.

He wrapped his legs around Keng's waist, pulling the Alpha closer until there wasn't a single breath of air between them. "You are a menace, Keng."

​"Your menace," Keng corrected, his voice dropping into that deep, possessive tone as he leaned in to seal their lips in a deep, lingering morning kiss.

​By the time they reached the front door, the battle for personal space had entered its final, chaotic phase.

​Namping was trying to put on his shoes, a task made infinitely more difficult by the fact that Keng was currently kneeling on the floor in front of him, holding Namping's foot in his lap.

​"Keng, I can tie my own shoes," Namping said, exasperated.

​"I do it better," Keng muttered, his large hands deftly tying the laces of Namping's white sneakers into a perfect, tight double knot. "If they come loose, you might trip. If you trip, you get hurt. If you get hurt, I have to destroy the floor."

​"Your logic is terrifying," Namping laughed, kicking Keng's shoulder gently as the Alpha finished the second shoe.

"Get up. The car is outside."

​Keng stood up, brushing off his tailored trousers, but his hand immediately shot out to grab Namping's. He laced their fingers together tightly, his grip firm and unyielding.

​As they walked out of the front door and down the steps to the waiting luxury sedan, Keng stayed so close to Namping that their shoulders rubbed with every step.

The driver, a polite middle-aged man who had long since grown accustomed to his boss's antics, held the back door open.

​Namping went to slide into the backseat first, expecting Keng to follow and sit next to him.

​Instead, the moment Namping sat down, Keng climbed in and immediately pulled Namping onto his lap.

​"Keng!" Namping gasped, his head hitting the plush leather ceiling of the car.

"There is a perfectly good seat right next to you!"

​"This seat is better," Keng stated, his arms locking around Namping's waist, pulling the Omega flat against his chest. He nodded to the driver. "Drive."

​The driver cleared his throat, adjusting the rearview mirror to completely avoid looking at the backseat, and smoothly pulled out of the driveway.

​Namping sighed, shaking his head as he adjusted himself on Keng's lap. The silk shirt keng had forced him to wear kept him warm against the car's air conditioning, and Keng's strong, steady heartbeat against his back was a familiar, comforting rhythm.

​Keng buried his face into the crook of Namping's neck once more, his lips pressing a soft kiss against the fabric of the sweater covering Namping's shoulder. One of his large hands slid down to hold Namping's hand, their fingers tightly intertwined.

​"Comfortable?" Keng murmured, his voice laced with absolute satisfaction.

​Namping looked out the window as the city blurred past, his heart completely full, thoroughly encased in the suffocating, overwhelming, and utterly beautiful warmth of his Alpha.

​"Yeah," Namping whispered, leaning his head back against Keng's broad shoulder, accepting that he would never have a single centimeter of personal space ever again-and realizing he didn't want it anyway. "Extremely comfortable."

The Grand Ballroom of the InterContinental was a shimmering sea of crystal chandeliers, champagne flutes, and high-society perfume.

To the rest of the world, this was a prestigious charity gala celebrating Keng's aunt's birthday. To Keng, it was an obstacle course designed to separate him from his Omega.

​The moment they stepped through the double doors, Keng's posture shifted. The whiny, pliable koala from the kitchen vanished entirely. In his place stood the formidable head of the Onyx Logistics empire-spine straight, jaw set, and an aura so fiercely dominant that a three-foot perimeter naturally cleared around them in the crowd.

​Yet, his hand remained aggressively laced with Namping's, his thumb rubbing possessively over Namping's knuckles.

​"Keng, you are squeezing my hand so hard my fingers are turning purple," Namping whispered, leaning in close so only Keng could hear. He tried to adjust the oversized blue shirt Keng had forced him into. Amidst a sea of tailored tuxedos and velvet evening gowns, Namping looked like a soft, edible cloud.

He felt ridiculously out of place, but Keng's heavy pine-and-rain scent radiating off the fabric wrapped around him like an invisible shield.

​"Too many people," Keng muttered, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk tracking field mice. "Too many unbonded Alphas. We shouldn't have come."

​"It is your aunt's seventy-fifth birthday, Keng. If we didn't show up, she would have cut your logistics funding and haunted us for the next two decades,"
Namping reminded him with a soft chuckle. He spotted a waiter approaching with a tray of champagne. "Oh, look, drinks-"

​Before the waiter could even offer the tray, Keng let out a low, almost imperceptible rumble from the back of his throat.

It wasn't loud enough to cause a scene, but the sheer, primitive weight of the Alpha warning made the poor waiter freeze mid-step. The man took one look at Keng's dark, territorial eyes, swallowed hard, and backed away slowly into the crowd.

​"Keng!" Namping hissed, pulling on their joined hands. "What did we say about the warning rumbles?!"

​"He was looking at your collarbone," Keng defended smoothly, his arm immediately leaving Namping's hand to wrap tightly around his waist, dragging Namping flush against his charcoal suit jacket. "The shirt shifted. Your skin was showing."

​"It's a collarbone, Keng, not a state secret!"

​"It's my view," Keng countered, his chin dropping onto the crown of Namping's head, thoroughly disregarding the fact that they were standing in the middle of a high-society event.

He breathed in the scent of fresh milk and jasmine from Namping's hair, letting out a heavy, satisfied sigh that vibrated against Namping's forehead. "Let's go home. The roses need watering again."

​"We have been here for exactly four minutes!"

​"Keng! Namping! You both finally made it!"

​A sharp, elegant voice cut through Keng's brooding bubble. Khun Pim, Keng's aunt, walked toward them in a magnificent emerald silk gown. She was one of the few people in the world completely immune to Keng's terrifying Alpha aura.

​"Aunt Pim," Namping smiled warmly, successfully wiggling one arm free from Keng's vice grip to offer a polite wai. "Happy birthday. You look absolutely stunning tonight."

​"Oh, thank you, sweetheart," Pim beamed, her eyes instantly dropping to Namping's oversized shirt . She raised an eyebrow, a knowing, amused smirk playing on her lips. "Though it seems your husband forgot to let you dress yourself today. Did he pick that out from his own closet again?"

​Namping's cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of pink. "Ah... it's a very comfortable, Khun Pim."

​Pim scoffed playfully, turning her sharp gaze to her nephew, who was currently glaring at a businessman twenty feet away who had dared to glance in their direction. "Keng. Release the poor boy. He is an Omega, not a human backpack. Go greet your uncle in the lounge; he wants to discuss the shipping port expansion."

​The mention of separation caused Keng's entire body to go rigid. His grip on Namping's waist tightened so significantly that Namping let out a tiny, soft gasp.

​"No," Keng said flatly. "Namping comes with me."

​"The lounge is filled with cigars and old men arguing about maritime law, Keng. Namping will be bored to tears," Pim insisted, reaching out to pat Namping's shoulder. "He can stay here with me and enjoy the buffet."

​The second Pim's hand made contact with Namping's shoulder, Keng's civilized facade fractured. A deep, heavy rumble-the exact warning rumble he had promised Namping he would limit-echoed from his chest. It was thick with primal authority, a clear message to the entire ballroom: Do not touch what is mine.

​Several nearby socialites gasped, gasping into their champagne glasses.

​Aunt Pim, however, simply rolled her eyes and slapped Keng's forearm. "Stop that ridiculous growling, you oversized puppy. I changed your diapers; your Alpha nonsense doesn't work on me."

​Namping immediately took control of the situation before Keng could embarrass them further.

He turned around within Keng's tight embrace, placing both of his sweater-pawed hands flat against Keng's broad chest.

He tilted his head up, fixing Keng with a soft, pleading look, his inner Omega projecting a wave of pure, calming sweetness to soothe the Alpha's frantic instincts.

​"Hey," Namping whispered, his voice incredibly gentle. "Go talk to your uncle. It'll take fifteen minutes. I will stand right here by the dessert table. I won't move an inch, I promise."

​Keng looked down at his husband, his fierce expression crumbling into a deeply tragic, needy pout. "Fifteen minutes is nine hundred seconds."

​"I know, big guy. But if you do it now, we can leave early," Namping bribed, stepping up on his tiptoes to press a soft, lingering kiss right to the corner of Keng's sharp jawline. "Go. For me."

​Keng let out a long, defeated sigh-a sound so deeply pathetic it completely ruined his ruthless CEO reputation.

He leaned down, aggressively nuzzling his nose into Namping's neck one last time, making sure to leave a heavy layer of his pine scent behind so every Alpha in the room knew Namping was thoroughly taken.

​"If anyone breathes near you, you call me," Keng ordered, his hands slowly, reluctantly sliding off Namping's hips as if letting go of a lifeline. "I'm watching you, ping-ping."

​"I know you are," Namping laughed softly, watching as Keng backwards-walked three paces, his dark eyes locked onto Namping until he finally turned the corner into the VIP lounge, looking thoroughly miserable

For exactly seven minutes, Namping enjoyed what could only be described as absolute physical freedom.

​He stood by the chocolate fountain, eating a strawberry and enjoying the rare sensation of his ribs expanding without a heavy Alpha arm crushing them. Aunt Pim had went off to greet other guests, leaving Namping to relax in the soft warmth .

Across the pavilion, Keng Harit was currently trapped.

​Dressed in a sharp, three-piece charcoal suit that made him look every bit the unyielding, powerful Alpha CEO he was, Keng was surrounded by a fortress of family elders and board members.

To anyone else, Keng looked perfectly poised, nodding politely as his uncle drone-on about real estate logistics. But Namping knew his husband.

He could see the slight tension in Keng's jaw, the way his dark eyes kept darting across the lawn, tracking Namping's every move like a radar.

​"Namping? Is that really you?"

​Namping turned, blinking in surprise as a tall, handsome Beta in a light gray blazer approached him. "Porsche? Wow, it's been years!"

​Porsche was an old university classmate, a gentle, easygoing guy Namping hadn't seen since graduation.

Porsche smiled warmly, stepping into Namping's space to greet him. "I thought it was you! You look amazing, Namping. Marriage clearly suits you."

​"Thank you," Namping chuckled, offering a polite wai. "How have you been?"

​As Porsche laughed, answering the question, he instinctively took a half-step closer, leaning in to be heard over the live jazz band.

He raised a hand, making a grand gesture as he told a story, his fingers brushing a fraction of an inch away from Namping's shoulder. It was entirely platonic, a harmless chat between old friends.

​But across the lawn, Keng saw it.

​Namping happened to glance past Porsche's shoulder and caught his husband's eye.

Keng's entire posture had locked up. He was still physically stuck in the circle of elders-his aunt was currently holding his forearm, introducing him to a retired politician-so he couldn't move. He couldn't growl. He couldn't storm over and snatch his Omega away.

​Instead, Keng just stood there, his sharp jaw clenching so hard the bone looked ready to snap. His dark eyes narrowed into a piercing, deadly glare targeted straight at the back of Porsche's head.

The sheer volume of dominant, possessive Alpha pheromones Keng was silently emitting was so thick that the elders around him actually paused, looking around in confusion at the sudden, heavy scent of crushed pine and rain cutting through the garden.

​Keng stared at Namping, a look of profound, needy betrayal flashing beneath his fierce expression. He's too close to you, Keng's eyes practically screamed across the distance. Why are you letting him stand there?

​Namping gave Keng a tiny, reassuring eye-smile, subtly taking a step back from Porsche to create some distance. He knew exactly what was coming the second Keng got free.
​
​It took exactly eleven minutes for Keng to extricate himself from the elders.
​The moment Namping bid a polite farewell to Porsche and walked toward the quieter, shaded edge of the pavilion near the maze of hedges, a heavy shadow fell over him.

Before he could even turn around, two thick, iron-wielding arms wrapped violently around his waist from behind.

​Keng didn't just hug him; he practically tackled Namping into the shadow of the tall hedges, dragging him back until Namping's spine was pressed flush against his charcoal suit jacket.

​"Keng! Someone will see!" Namping gasped, his hands automatically coming up to clutch the thick forearms locked around his stomach.

​"Don't care," Keng growled softly, his voice a deep, gravelly baritone that vibrated right through Namping's back. He buried his face aggressively into the crook of Namping's neck, his nose rubbing roughly against Namping's scent gland, inhaling like a man who had been deprived of oxygen for hours. "He was touching your air. He was smiling at you."

​"He's an old classmate, Keng. It was just a polite conversation," Namping explained, a helpless, affectionate smile breaking across his face despite the sudden lack of personal space.

​"He was too close," Keng muttered, his voice dropping into that low, intensely needy octave that he only used when his alpha pride was thoroughly rattled.

He turned Namping around within his grip, pinning the smaller Omega against the leafy green wall of the hedge. Keng loomed over him, his tie slightly askew, his dark hair a little messy from where he had run his fingers through it in frustration. "I had to stand there. I had to watch him look at you. You didn't even look back at me for three whole minutes."

​"I looked right at you, big guy," Namping murmured, his hands sliding up the smooth silk of Keng's tie to cup his sharp, pouting jawline. "I even stepped away from him because I knew my giant puppy was having a silent tantrum across the yard."

​"Not a tantrum," Keng said softly, the fierce CEO completely melting as he leaned his forehead against Namping's. He wrapped his arms tightly around Namping's hips, lifting him slightly so their bodies were completely flush, leaving absolutely zero space between them. "I was suffering. My chest hurt. Scent me, ping-ping. Fix it."

​Namping chuckled, his heart swelling at how ridiculously needy his husband became the second his possessive instincts were triggered. He tilted his head to the side, exposing the soft, unblemished skin of his neck. "Go ahead. Cleanse the air."

​Keng didn't waste a second. He buried his face back into Namping's neck, letting out a deep, contented rumble that vibrated against Namping's skin as he thoroughly coated his Omega in his heavy, dominant scent, marking his territory so clearly that anyone who came near Namping for the rest of the night would know exactly who he belonged to.

The walk from the pavilion to the front entrance of the InterContinental was a slow-motion hostage situation.

​Keng's hand was fused to Namping's waist like industrial glue, his massive body casting a protective shadow over the slate-blue silk shirt.

Every time a member of the high-society crowd so much as blinked in Namping's direction, Keng's jaw would clench with enough force to crush gravel.

​"Keng, if you don't relax your shoulders, people are going to think you're smuggling contraband under that charcoal suit," Namping whispered, maintaining a flawless, serene smile for the passing photographers while subtly elbowing his husband's iron ribs.

​"You are the contraband," Keng muttered back, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "And the border control is compromised. Too many eyes."

​Before Namping could call him out on his ridiculous dramatics, Aunt Pim intercepted them near the valet desk. She stood beneath the crystal chandeliers, her emerald silk gown catching the light, holding a glass of champagne like a scepter.

​"Leaving so soon, Keng?" Pim raised a eyebrow, her sharp gaze sliding from her nephew's brooding face down to Namping's oversized shirt. A knowing, highly amused smirk played on her lips. "I see you've managed to completely monopolize your poor husband again. Seriously, Keng, he is a gorgeous Omega, not a human backpack. Let the boy breathe."

​Namping immediately offered a flawless, graceful wai, putting on his best charming-nephew front. "Happy birthday, Aunt Pim. You look absolutely radiant. Please forgive my giant puppy-his separation anxiety apparently peaks during charity events."

​Pim chuckled richly, tapping Namping's cheek with a manicured finger. "Oh, I know, sweetheart. I changed his diapers; his Alpha nonsense doesn't work on me. Good luck with him tonight. If he gets too clingy, just lock him in the walk-in closet."

​"I am standing right here," Keng grunted, his grip tightening on Namping's hip. "And we are leaving. Uncle knows about the shipping ports. My duty is done."

​"Go, go," Pim waved her hand dismissively, though her eyes softened with affection. "Before you start growling at the valet parking attendants."

​The ride home in the back of the luxury sedan was a masterclass in domestic warfare.

​The moment the car door clicked shut, the formidable CEO of the Onyx Logistics empire collapsed sideways. Keng dropped his head right into Namping's lap, his long legs taking up the entire backseat, his face burying itself directly into Namping's stomach.

​"Oxygen," Keng groaned, his voice muffled by the silk fabric. "Need my Omega. Too many unbonded Alphas smelling like cheap cologne out there."

​"Oh, please," Namping said, rolling his eyes dramatically as he combed his fingers through Keng's styled hair, deliberately ruining the perfection his team had worked on . "The only thing under threat today was my dignity. Do you know how hard it is to look like a sophisticated designer-wearing spouse when you are physically dragging a Eighty-kilog koala behind you?"

​Keng whined, a low, vibrating rumble that thrummed right through Namping's thighs. He reached up, his large, warm hand sliding under Namping's shirt to press flat against the skin of his bare waist. "Don't care. You smelled like fresh milk and jasmine when we left. Now you smell like a country club fundraiser. Scent me back."

​"We are in a moving vehicle, Keng Harit! Have some shame!" Namping hissed, slapping at Keng's hand, though he didn't actually push him off his lap.

​In the front seat, the driver silently adjusted the rearview mirror straight at the ceiling, completely zoning out as Keng spent the remaining twenty minutes of the drive letting out tragic, needy sighs every time Namping tried to look at his phone instead of giving him undivided attention.

​The moment the front door of their house clicked shut, the heavy, sharp executive aura Keng wore to the gala vanished into thin air. He instantly melted forward, his massive frame collapsing against Namping's back, arms looping around the Omega's waist like iron bands.

​"Namping," Keng groaned, burying his face into Namping's neck, inhaling the lingering scent that was fading under the gala's perfume. "Home. Finally. Bed now."

​Namping let out a breathless laugh, leaning back against the solid chest for a brief second before snapping out of it. He tapped Keng's thick forearms. "Not so fast, big guy. Look out the window. The sun is blazing, and you skipped your morning chores."

​Keng whined, a low, vibrating rumble of pure protest. "Chores can wait. My Omega needs me."

​"My 'babies' need you," Namping corrected sternly, turning around within the embrace to face his husband. He poked a finger right into Keng's broad chest. "The roses look dry. If you don't go out there right now, water every single one of my babies, and put down that fresh layer of manure I bought yesterday... no cuddles for a week."

​Keng's jaw dropped. His dark eyes widened in absolute horror. "A week? Namping, that's a death sentence! Manure takes hours! It smells like-"

​"A week, Harit," Namping reiterated, a sweet, utterly unyielding smile on his face. "Choose wisely."

​With a dramatic, exaggerated groan that echoed through the foyer, Keng finally dropped his arms, stomping his feet like a thoroughly betrayed golden retriever whose owner just hid the tennis ball.

He practically threw himself toward the bedroom to change into his old gardening clothes, muttering under his breath about the tyranny of flora.

​Namping didn't waste a single second.
​He bolted down the hallway, slipped into the master bathroom, and turned on the shower. Stepping into the steam, he let out a long, blissful sigh.

For the first time all day, there were no heavy arms, no territorial rumbles, and no eighty-kilo Alphas pinning him to a surface. The hot water washed away the tension of the high-society gala, and Namping completely lost track of time. He deep-conditioned his hair, leaned against the tiled wall, and just enjoyed the sheer, unadulterated luxury of oxygen.

​By the time he finally stepped out, dried off, and tossed on a pair of soft boxers and one of Keng's giant, faded gray t-shirts, nearly an hour had passed.

​Padding out into the quiet hallway, Namping smiled, feeling thoroughly relaxed. He walked into the living room and collapsed onto the plush velvet sofa, stretching his legs out.

Almost instantly, his phone buzzed on the coffee table.

​It was Kim, his absolute best friend.

Namping picked up on the first ring.

​"Hey, babe," Namping answered, leaning his head back against the cushions and examining his nails.

​"Namping, thank god," Kim's voice boomed through the speaker, dripping with absolute, high-drama exasperation. "If I have to deal with another hour of Latee's caveman routine, I am going to pack my bags and move to a convent. Do you know what my so-called dominant Alpha did today? He tried to growl at the grocery delivery guy because the man handed me the eggs too slowly. The eggs, Namping! Like he was defending the crown jewels!"

​Namping burst out laughing, adjusting the phone against his ear. "Oh, honey, please. That is mild. Keng literally launched a full-scale acoustic warfare growl at his own seventy-five-year-old aunt today just because she patted my shoulder. The man acts like my collarbone is a classified state secret! He literally dragged me into the hedges at a charity gala like a wild animal just to scent me because an old university classmate dared to breathe in my general vicinity."

​"Ugh, ground them immediately!" Kim groaned loudly, letting out a theatrical sigh. "Honestly, these Alphas. They are so incredibly dramatic. They walk around with their chests puffed out, looking all broody and corporate, thinking they can shift the axis of the earth just because they have a sharp jawline and some pheromones. They genuinely believe they run the kingdom."

​"Right? It's hilarious," Namping grinned, leaning forward to grab the remote control from the table. He rolled his eyes playfully, the post-shower relaxation making his filter entirely disappear.

"They have absolutely no idea. They honestly sit there thinking they're these terrifying, all-powerful gods in the bedroom. They don't even realize that half the time, we are putting on an Oscar-winning performance. We literally fake half our moans just to keep the peace and boost their fragile little egos. They are not powerful at all, Kim. They're just oversized toddlers with gym memberships."

​On the other end of the line, Kim let out a loud, screeching burst of diva laughter. Namping joined in, his shoulders shaking as he chuckled at their shared inner circle secret.

​Laughing, Namping turned his head around to grab his glass of water from the side table.

​The laughter instantly died in his throat.
​Standing at the edge of the living room pavilion, framed by the balcony doors, was Keng.

​He had clearly just finished.

He was still wearing his dirt-stained gray tank top, his thick forearms covered in a light sheen of sweat and dark dirt, a smudge of soil right across his sharp cheekbone.

But he wasn't moving.

​His massive arms were crossed tightly over his broad chest. His head was tilted slightly to the side, his dark, messy hair falling over his forehead, shading eyes that had narrowed into a dangerous, intensely focused gleam.

He was looking directly at Namping-looking at his husband, his mate, his Omega, who had just loudly informed his best friend that he "fakes" his submission to please him.

​The silence in the room suddenly became deafening, heavy with the sudden, thick scent of crushed pine and rain.

​"Namping? You there?" Kim's voice chirped happily from the phone. "Hello?"
​Namping slowly, carefully lowered the phone, his heart doing a sudden, violent flip against his ribs as Keng took a single, slow, deliberate step forward into the living room.

Namping's fingers froze over the disconnect button. He scrambled to hit the screen, cutting Kim off mid-laugh with a panicked tap, before setting the device down as if it had suddenly turned into a live grenade.

​"K-Keng," Namping stammered, his voice losing every single ounce of its previous diva confidence. He cleared his throat, trying to smooth down the front of Keng's oversized gray t-shirt, which suddenly felt way too thin. "You're... you're done with the babies? Wow. That was fast. Efficient. Standard CEO behavior."

​Keng didn't answer right away. He uncrossed his arms, the thick muscles of his forearms flexing, still smeared with dark soil.

He took another slow, deliberate step forward, the heavy scent of crushed pine and rain rolling off him in waves, entirely obliterating the clean jasmine scent Namping had just brought out of the shower.

​"An hour," Keng said, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly baritone that vibrated straight through the floorboards. "I spent an hour covered in dirt and manure. For the babies. Because I wanted my reward."

​Namping swallowed hard, his back pressing flat against the cushions of the sofa as Keng closed the distance. "And you did great! The roses look... so hydrated from here-"

​"But imagine my surprise," Keng interrupted smoothly, looming over the edge of the sofa. He reached down, gripping the back of the couch on either side of Namping's head, effectively trapping him beneath his massive frame. The smell of sweat, rich earth, and dominant Alpha pheromones filled Namping's senses. Keng tilted his head, a dark, dangerously playful glint in his eyes. "I walk in, entirely ready to beg for a single kiss, only to find out I'm just an 'oversized toddler' running a 'charity show' in bed."

​"I was-Kim was-it was high-society satire!" Namping fumbled, his hands coming up to press against Keng's dirt-stained tank top, his palms immediately catching the intense heat radiating from the Alpha's chest. "You know how Kim gets, he exaggerates, and I just-"

​"An Oscar-winning performance, ping-ping?" Keng murmured, leaning down until his lips were barely a fraction of an inch away from Namping's burning earlobe. His hot breath sent a violent shiver straight down Namping's spine. "Faking half your moans just to boost my fragile little ego?"

​"Keng, I swear it was just locker room talk-or, well, living room talk-"

​"Is that right?" Keng's hand slid down from the back of the sofa, his large, rough fingers grasping Namping's chin, gently but firmly tilting his face up. Keng's thumb traced the line of Namping's lower lip, his gaze dropping to the exposed collarbone he had been defending all morning. "Then I suppose I've been entirely too gentle with you, if you have enough breath left in you to keep track of the percentages."

​Namping's inner Omega gave a pathetic, submissive little squeeze at the sheer authority dripping from Keng's tone. "I... I don't actually keep track..."

​"Good," Keng whispered, a slow, predatory smirk finally breaking through his fierce expression. He shifted his weight, his knee crowding between Namping's thighs on the sofa, pinning him completely. "Because we are going to spend the rest of the weekend rewriting your script. And this time, ping-ping... I'm going to make sure every single sound that comes out of your mouth is entirely, unadulteratedly real."

Keng's smirk widened, dark and thoroughly wicked, as he watched Namping practically try to dissolve into the velvet cushions.

He leaned in even closer, the heat radiating off his body turning Namping's post-shower freshness into a distant memory.

​"Let's test it," Keng murmured, his deep baritone dripping with an entirely new level of heavy, playful authority. "Let's see if those beautiful sounds are actually real, or if my Omega is just a phenomenal actor."

​"Keng, wait-" Namping choked out, his hands helplessly gripping the fabric of Keng's dirt-stained tank top.

​He knew exactly what Keng was doing. And worse, they both knew the absolute, undeniable truth: Namping was ridiculously, embarrassingly sensitive. It didn't take an empire-building Alpha executive to make him lose his mind; it took Keng doing... well, exactly what he was doing right now.

​Keng didn't give him a chance to formulate a coherent defense. His large, rough hand slid down from Namping's chin, trailing a burning path down his throat before settling right over his hip, squeezing firmly through the thin boxer shorts.

At the same time, Keng buried his face into Namping's neck, finding that sensitive spot right beneath his ear and dragging his teeth lightly across the skin.

​"Ah!-Keng!"

​The loud, breathless gasp tore from Namping's throat before he could even think to filter it.

His hips gave an involuntary, desperate little twitch against Keng's thigh, his back instantly arching off the sofa.

​Keng pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes sparkling with absolute, triumphant smugness as a low, rumbling purr vibrated deep in his chest.

​"Oh, wow," Keng teased, his voice a gravelly, breathy whisper against Namping's flushed cheek. "Volume one, and we're already screaming my name? That sounded incredibly realistic for a fake production, ping-ping."

​"You... you cheated," Namping fumbled, his face burning a spectacular shade of crimson as his hands lost all their strength, leaving his fingers weakly curled into Keng's shoulders. "You know that spot... you're doing it on purpose..."

​"Of course I am," Keng chuckled, his grip tightening as he shifted his weight, completely trapping Namping's legs beneath his own. He tilted his head, his lips brushing Namping's earlobe. "We have a lot of data to collect. I need to be thorough. Now... let's see what kind of sound you make when I do this."

Without a single shred of hesitation, Keng's large hand slid beneath the hem of the oversized t-shirt, his calloused palm making direct, scorching contact with the bare skin of Namping's stomach.

Namping's eyes flew wide, his breath hitching instantly as he tried to choke back the impending sound, his throat tight with a desperate attempt to keep his composure.

​"Going quiet on me?" Keng whispered darkly, his lips brushing Namping's flushed cheek.

​Before Namping could reply, Keng's fingers migrated upward, his rough thumb and forefinger finding one prominent peak on Namping's chest. He caught the sensitive bud, rolling it firmly in a slow, agonizingly deliberate friction.

​The shock of the sharp, electric stimulation shot straight down Namping's spine. A muffled, strangled sound caught in his throat as he clamped his lips together, his shoulders shaking with the effort to muffle his reaction.

He squeezed his eyes shut, determined to fight the sensory overload, but his hands betrayed him, clawing helplessly at Keng's shoulders.

​Keng chuckled softly against his skin, unbothered by the resistance, and rolled the peak again, harder this time, tweaking the sensitive skin just enough to shatter Namping's defenses.

​The seal broke completely. A loud, breathless moan burst past Namping's lips, echoing through the quiet pavilion as his back arched completely off the velvet cushions.

​"Ah... Keng!" Namping whined, his head falling back as his eyes fluttered open, completely dazed and swimming with heat.

​Keng hovered over him, a low, deeply satisfied purr rumbling right against Namping's ribs. "See?" Keng teased, his voice thick with smug affection as he kissed away the flush on Namping's cheek. "Definitely not fake."

Namping tried to blink through the haze, his chest heaving as he desperately tried to stitch his shattered dignity back together. Even with his skin tingling and his ears ringing with the echo of his own voice, he forced a stubborn, defiant pout onto his lips.

​"That... that proved nothing," Namping huffed, his voice trembling entirely too much to be convincing. He weakly slapped Keng's broad shoulder, leaving a faint clean print on the dust-dusted skin.

"It was a muscle spasm. A purely physiological reflex. You are still completely wrong, Phi Keng ."

​Keng raised an eyebrow, a low, dangerous chuckle vibrating deep in his chest. "A muscle spasm? That screamed my name twice?"

​"Yes! And besides, you're filthy," Namping fumbled, shifting his hips in a desperate bid to escape the heavy thigh pinning him down. "You're covered in dirt, you smell like the garden, and you are currently ruining my pristine post-shower state. Get off me and go shower alone. You're dirty."

​Keng's eyes darkened with a wicked, predatory spark. A slow, thoroughly shameless grin spread across his sharp face.

​"Dirty?" Keng murmured, his voice dropping into a raspy, gravelly register that made Namping's inner Omega immediately surrender. "You're right, ping-ping. I am filthy."

​Before Namping could even process the warning, Keng slid his powerful arms beneath Namping's thighs and back, effortlessly scooping the smaller man off the velvet sofa in one swift, terrifyingly strong motion.

Namping gasped, instinctively wrapping his arms around Keng's neck to keep from falling as the Alpha began striding purposefully down the hallway toward the master bathroom.

​"Keng! Put me down! I just took a bath!" Namping yelled, his cheeks burning as he kicked his legs. "The floor is going to get wet!"

​Keng didn't stop. He kicked the bathroom door open, marching straight inside toward the massive glass shower pavilion.

He set Namping down on the edge of the marble vanity, stepping deep into the space between Namping's thighs so they were completely locked together, his dirt-stained tank top pressing right against the fresh silk of Namping's oversized shirt.

​Keng reached past him, turning the shower valve on. The sound of rushing, hot water immediately filled the room, sending a thick wave of steam into the air.

​He turned back to Namping, his dark eyes locked onto his husband's flushed face, heavy with an intense, uncompromising heat.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Namping's ear as his large, rough hands gripped Namping's hips, pinning him to the marble counter.

​"If I'm already this dirty, ping-ping," Keng whispered darkly, his breath scorching hot against Namping's skin, "then I might as well ruin you completely before we clean up."

Namping's breath hitched, the cool marble of the vanity beneath him contrasting sharply with the intense, radiating heat of Keng's body.

The steam from the shower was already beginning to fog up the glass doors, trapping them in their own private, humid bubble.

​"Keng, you-hnh-" Namping started, but the protest dissolved into a soft whimper as Keng's hands slid up from his hips, charting a slow, deliberate path under the oversized shirt once more.

​"Let's see how long you can keep up that 'physiological reflex' excuse," Keng murmured, his voice practically a growl against the sensitive skin of Namping's throat. His lips tracked downward, biting lightly at the exact spot where Namping's neck met his shoulder.

​Namping threw his head back against the mirror, his fingers digging desperately into the damp, muscular contours of Keng's back. "You're... completely shameless," he panted, his thighs instinctively tightening around Keng's waist as the Alpha pressed even closer, leaving no doubt about exactly how much he wanted to ruin Namping's pristine clean state.

​"Only for you, ping-ping," Keng whispered, his rough thumbs finding the edges of Namping's boxers and tugging them down with agonizing slowness. He looked up, his dark eyes ablaze with pure, unadulterated possession. "Now, let me hear you tell Kim how powerful I am."

Keng's tongue swiped a hot, wet line straight up the column of Namping's neck, lingering right over the frantic pulse point at his jawline.

​Namping gasped, his entire body flinching violently against the marble vanity as a sharp jolt of pure pleasure shot straight down his spine.

His fingers gripped the edges of the counter so hard his knuckles turned white, his chest heaving rapidly as he tried to catch his breath in the humid, steam-filled room.

​"What-what are you doing?!" Namping panted, his voice weak and completely unraveled, his eyes wide and hazy as he stared up at his husband.

​Keng pulled back just an inch, a slow, incredibly wicked smirk curving his lips. His dark eyes gleamed with absolute, playful malice as he locked his gaze onto Namping's flushed face, his hands tightening possessively on the Omega's bare thighs.

​"Just showing some love to my owner," Keng murmured, his voice dropping into a raspy, teasing baritone that vibrated right through Namping's skin.

He leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing against the wet patch he had just left behind. "The one who is apparently an Oscar-worthy actor. The one who 'fakes' his moans."

​"Keng, I-ah!" Namping cut himself off with a sharp whine as Keng intentionally nipped at the sensitive skin of his collarbone, marking him all over again. "I told you, it was a joke!"

​"Didn't sound like a joke on the phone, ping-ping," Keng chuckled darkly, his large palm sliding up Namping's chest to firmly cup his aching pectoral, his thumb immediately finding the hyper-sensitive peak and rolling it with agonizing slowness. "So let's see how well you act through this scene."

Before Namping could offer another breathless excuse, Keng leaned in and captured his lips in a deep, bruising kiss.

​Namping's eyes fluttered shut, his hands immediately coming up to bunch into the damp fabric of Keng's tank top. He bit down on his own tongue at first, stubbornly trying to keep his mouth sealed. He was determined not to submit so easily, desperate to prove that he still had some semblance of control over his own reactions.

​But Keng knew exactly how to dismantle his defenses.

​With a low, vibrating rumble deep in his chest, Keng intentionally released a thick, intoxicating wave of his alpha pheromones. The heavy scent of crushed pine and rain flooded the small space, thick and commanding, instantly wrapping around Namping's senses like a physical weight.

​Namping's resolve fractured. His inner Omega gave a helpless, melting sigh, and his jaw slackened, his mouth opening just a fraction.

​Keng didn't waste a single moment. He slid his tongue inside, taking full advantage of the opening to claim the space with a slow, possessive hunger that left Namping completely breathless. The kiss was deep, hot, and utterly overwhelming, wiping away every single thought of defiance from Namping's mind.

​While Namping was completely dazed by the kiss, Keng hooked his strong arms firmly under Namping's thighs. With a single, effortless lift, he stepped backward, carrying Namping right through the open glass door and straight into the shower room.

​The spray of the hot water hit them instantly, soaking them completely within seconds. Namping's oversized shirt immediately clung to his skin, becoming translucent against his chest, while Keng's dark hair flattened against his forehead, water droplets streaming down his sharp jawline and the broad muscles of his chest.

​Namping gasped into the kiss as the warm water slicked over their tangled bodies, his arms tightening around Keng's neck as the world narrowed down to the sound of the rushing spray and the heavy, unyielding heat of his Alpha.

Keng broke the kiss just enough to let Namping catch a ragged breath, though his lips never truly left the wet skin of Namping's jaw.

The hot water slicked Keng's tank top flat against his defined torso, and Namping could feel every hard muscle pressing ruthlessly against him.

​"Still... counting percentages, ping-ping?" Keng murmured against his wet skin, his hands sliding down to grip Namping's bare hips under the soaked fabric of the shirt, anchoring him firmly against the tiled wall. Water streamed down Keng's sharp brow, making his dark eyes look completely predatory.

​Namping's chest heaved, his hands sliding helplessly over Keng's wet, broad shoulders. The steam and the heavy, rain-slicked pine pheromones had completely turned his brain to mush. "Keng... the water... it's too hot..." he fumbled, a weak, desperate attempt to deflect the intense focus of the Alpha looming over him.

​"Then let's make it hotter," Keng whispered, his voice a gravelly, low vibration that drowned out the sound of the rushing spray.

​Without giving him a moment to recover, Keng's thumb pressed firmly into the hyper-sensitive skin of Namping's hip crease, while his other hand migrated up to catch the soaked fabric over Namping's chest, rolling the wet cloth right over the aching peak beneath it.

​"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!-Harit!"

​The cry was instantaneous, sharp and completely unvarnished as it cut through the sound of the running water.

Namping's head hit the wet tiles behind him, his eyes half-lidded and glossy as his fingers dug desperately into Keng's damp hair. Every ounce of his previous diva confidence was thoroughly washed down the drain.

​Keng let out a deep, territorial purr that thrummed right against Namping's chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Namping's ear. "That's it. Let me hear the real script."

With a low, rough growl, Keng reached down and grabbed the hem of his soaked tank top, ripping it over his head in one fluid motion and tossing it blindly into the corner of the shower. The wet fabric hit the tiles with a heavy slap, completely forgotten.

​Now completely bare from the waist up, Keng's chest heaved, his skin glistening under the streaming hot water. The heat in the small enclosure spiked instantly, the air thick with the suffocating, possessive weight of his pine-scented pheromones.

​Namping swallowed hard, his eyes wide and dazed as he took in the sight of his Alpha. But before he could even blink, Keng reached out and caught Namping's wrist in a firm, unyielding grip.

​"Look at me," Keng commanded, his voice dark and raspy.

​He didn't wait. He guided Namping's trembling hand down, dragging it slowly over the wet, rigid muscles of his chest, down the hard contours of his abs, and straight down to the waistband of his soaked briefs.

​Namping's breath caught in his throat as Keng forced his palm flat against the heavy, rigid length straining fiercely against the wet fabric. It was pulsing, fully aroused, and impossibly hot even beneath the rushing water.

​"Feel that?" Keng murmured, his grip tightening around Namping's wrist to press his palm even closer, leaving absolutely no room for denial. He leaned in, his wet forehead resting against Namping's as he let out a jagged exhale. "Tell me again who's faking what, ping-ping. Because this is very, very real."

Namping's tongue darted out to wet his dry lips, his fingers twitching instinctively against the heavy, pulsing heat beneath his palm. The sheer size and hardness of Keng's arousal made his own core ache with a sudden, desperate emptiness, his Omega instincts screaming at him to give up the fight entirely.

​"Keng..." Namping whimpered, the sound entirely broken as he tried to pull his hand back, only for Keng to hold him firmly in place. "Please, I get it. I get it...."

​Keng let out a dark, low chuckle that vibrated right against Namping's hand. He finally released Namping's wrist, only to slide both of his large, calloused hands down to the hem of Namping's soaked shorts.

With a ruthless, single downward tug, Keng stripped the wet fabric away, leaving Namping completely bare and trembling under the hot, pelting water.

​Namping gasped, instinctively trying to bring his knees together to hide himself, but Keng stepped right between his thighs, his heavy, naked thigh crowding Namping's hips back against the wet tiles.

​"Good," Keng growled softly, his gaze dropping to watch the way the water pooled over Namping's flushed, trembling chest before tracking lower.

His hand reached down, his fingers slick with water and pre-come as he confidently cupped Namping's own aching, fully prepped length. "Because we're done talking about it."

​Namping's back arched off the wall with a loud, ringing cry as Keng's thumb swept firmly over the sensitive tip, his head falling back against the tile as the pleasure hit him like a physical wave.

Keng leaned over him, his chest rubbing against Namping's sensitive nipples, completely trapping him in a prison of heat, water, and overwhelming Alpha dominance.

Namping's last thread of resistance snapped completely. Whimpering into the heavy, steam-filled air, his wet fingers fumbled against Keng's slick shoulders before sliding up to lock firmly behind the Alpha's neck. He pulled with what little strength he had left, desperately dragging Keng's mouth back down toward his own.

​"Keng... please," Namping breathed against his lips, his voice thick and utterly defeated by the heat.

​Keng didn't need to be told twice.

He broke his grip on Namping's hips just long enough to reach down, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his own soaked briefs and shoving them down his long legs.

He kicked them aside into the rushing water, leaving both of them completely bare, flush against one another under the heavy spray.

​The contrast of their bodies was stark-Keng's towering, muscular frame completely shadowing Namping's trembling, flushed form against the wet tiles.

​Keng pressed his full weight forward, his thick, throbbing length rubbing directly against Namping's own slick thighs. He caught Namping's jaw in a firm grip, forcing him to look up into eyes that darkened with absolute possessiveness.

​"Look at you," Keng growled, his breath hot against Namping's cheek. "Look how loud you're crying for me. Still want to tell me you're just actings, ping-ping?"

​Namping let out a shaky, desperate breath, his hips instinctively tilting forward, seeking the friction and the heavy heat of his Alpha. "No... no," he panted, his eyelids heavy as he squeezed Keng's neck tighter.

Keng gripped Namping's hips with bruising force, turning him around in one fluid, dominant motion.

Namping's wet palms slapped against the slick tiles, his chest pressing flat against the cold wall as Keng crowded him from behind, trapping him completely.

The contrast of the cold tile in front of him and the scorching heat of Keng's naked body pressing into his back made Namping shiver violently.

​Down below, Namping's Omega instincts had fully taken over. His slick was flowing freely, mixing with the rushing shower water and running down the insides of his trembling thighs.

​Keng let out a dark, satisfied rumble at the sight. He leaned down, burying his face into the crook of Namping's neck.

His tongue lashed out, tasting the salt and water on Namping's skin before his teeth bit down-not to mark, but to claim. He sucked fiercely, leaving a deep, dark violet bruise right where everyone would be able to see it.

​"Ah! Keng-!" Namping arched his back, his fingers clawing at the grout lines of the tiles.

​"Shh... good boy, ping-ping," Keng praised, his voice a low, gravelly purr that vibrated right against the fresh mark. He moved his mouth down, biting and sucking along the curve of Namping's shoulder, leaving a trail of ownership. "Look at how pretty you look pressed against the wall for me. You're dripping wet, sweetheart. So loud, so helpless..."

​Keng's large, calloused hand slid down Namping's stomach, tracking lower until his fingers reached the space between Namping's thighs.

He dipped two fingers into the thick, natural lubrication coating Namping's entrance, deliberately smearing it up against his opening, teasing the tight ring of muscle.

​Namping whimpered loudly, his knees buckling slightly, saved only by Keng's heavy thigh anchoring him from behind.

​"Look at all this slick," Keng whispered pervertedyl against his ear, his fingers slowly pushing one knuckle deep inside, testing the wet, tight heat. "You were talking so much shit on the phone, ping-ping. But your little hole is practically begging to be stretched out by your Alpha. It's practically crying for it."

​"K-Keng... please, don't tease... ah!" Namping cried out as Keng's finger pushed a little deeper, stretching him with agonizing slowness.

​Keng withdrew his hand, only to replace it with the thick, pulsing crown of his length, pressing it right against Namping's soaking wet entrance, letting him feel the sheer, intimidating size of what was coming.

Keng gripped Namping's chin from behind, forcing his head back so he could look at his flushed, ruined face in the steam-fogged reflection of the shower glass.

​"Say it again," Keng commanded, his hips giving a cruel, agonizingly slow nudge forward, just enough to mimic entry.

"Say it for me right now. Tell me what you feel is real. Tell me your Alpha makes you lose your mind."

​Namping's eyes rolled back, his brain completely short-circuiting from the friction and the overwhelming wall of pine pheromones. He tried to speak, his lips parting, but all that came out was a broken, high-pitched whine.

​"I can't hear you, ping-ping," Keng taunted softly, his teeth nipping at Namping's earlobe. "Use your words."

​Namping couldn't form a sentence if his life depended on it. He could only nod frantically in agreement, his forehead thumping against the wet tile as a loud, completely unfeigned moan tore from his throat.

He tilted his hips backward, practically begging to be impaled, completely surrendered to the dominant Alpha looming over him.

Keng let out a dark, wicked chuckle at Namping's desperate nod, his hands gripping the Omega's hips with white-knuckled intensity.

Instead of pushing inside like Namping was silently begging for, Keng deliberately pulled his length back, dragging the thick, pulsing head right over Namping's soaking wet entrance without entering.

​"Nodding isn't enough, ping-ping," Keng whispered, his voice dripping with pure, perverted malice as his lips brushed against Namping's dripping wet shoulder. "You want this so bad you're shaking, aren't you? Look at how your little thighs are twitching."

​"Keng... please," Namping sobbed, his hands clawing at the slick tiles as he tried to push his hips backward, desperate to catch the heat he was being denied. "Put it in... please, I can't..."

​"No." Keng's voice was a dominant, unyielding snap. He reached around, wrapping his large hand firmly around Namping's own throbbing, dripping length, squeezing it just tightly enough to stop Namping from finding any relief.

"Not until you speak. If you don't say the words, I'm going to leave you exactly like this. Fully prepped, dripping all over my floor, and completely starved."

​To drive the point home, Keng slowly slid two fingers back inside Namping's tight, slick depth, curling them deliberately to hit the ultra-sensitive spot inside.

​Namping shrieked, his back arching wildly, a loud, high-pitched moan echoing off the shower walls.

He was so close to the edge, his core clenching greedily around Keng's fingers, but the Alpha kept his grip on Namping's front completely still, denying him even a single stroke of friction.

​"Speak, sweetheart," Keng taunted, his hips leaning forward just enough so the thick shaft of his erection rubbed mercilessly against Namping's wet, aching opening, teasing him with the promise of completion. "Tell me how much you need your Alpha's dick. Tell me everything you feel right now is real, or I swear I'll walk out of this shower and leave you to ache all night."

​The threat of being left unsatisfied by his Alpha threw Namping's Omega brain into absolute panic. The heat in his lower stomach was unbearable, his own slick running like a river down his thighs.
​"It's... it's real!" Namping finally cried out, his voice breaking into a breathless, desperate wail as he squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm not faking! Keng... please, it's so real, it hurts... your pheromones... your size... it makes me lose my mind! I need it... I need you inside me, Alpha, please!"

Keng's eyes flared with a sudden, roaring heat at the confession, his alpha pheromones exploding through the steam-filled room in a wave of raw, possessive triumph. The broken, desperate pitch of Namping's voice was the final catalyst, shattering whatever restraint Keng had left.

​"Good boy," Keng growled against Namping's ear, his voice thick, rough, and dripping with raw lust.

​He didn't make Namping wait a single second longer. Releasing his hold on Namping's front, Keng gripped the Omega's hip bones with an strong hold, tilting his pelvis up. With one heavy, merciless thrust, Keng buried himself deep inside, impaling Namping's tight, slick depth all the way to the root.

​"Ahhh! Keng!" Namping shrieked, his voice splitting as his palms slid down the wet tiles. His knees completely gave out this time, his entire body weight supported only by Keng's massive frame pinning him from behind.

​The sheer, overwhelming fullness of Keng's size stretching him open after so much agonizing teasing was too intense. Namping's vision went entirely white, his core clamping down in tight, rhythmic spasms around the thick shaft buried inside him.

​"Look how tight you are," Keng gasped out, a rough, dirty groan tearing from his throat as the intense heat of Namping's walls nearly brought him to the edge instantly. He didn't waste any time, immediately pulling back and driving in again, setting a relentless, pounding pace that filled the shower with the wet, echoing slaps of their skin meeting. "You're taking all of it, ping-ping. Every single inch."

​Namping could only let out broken, high-pitched cries with every heavy thrust, his head thrashing against the wet wall.

The hot water pelted down on them, washing away the sweat but doing nothing to cool the scorching, chaotic heat of their bodies locked together.

The relentless, bruising friction of Keng's thrusts drove Namping past the brink of sanity. Every heavy, unyielding drive against his innermost walls shattered his breath into ragged, broken pieces.

​"Ahhhhh! K-Keng! Hahhhh... wait, please-AHHHHHHH!"

​Namping's cries split through the loud, rushing roar of the shower, his throat raw as he screamed his Alpha's name. His fingers clawed frantically at the wet grout, his head thrashing from side to side against the slick tile.

​Keng didn't slow down. If anything, the high-pitched, desperate sounds of Namping's surrender only made him meaner, his hips slamming forward with a brutal, rhythmically perfect force that left wet, resounding slaps echoing off the glass walls.

​"Hng... ah, ah! Too... it's too deep... hahhhh..." Namping whimpered, his lower lip trembling as a long string of drool mixed with the hot water pooling on his chin. His core clenched in desperate, greedy spasms around the thick shaft buried inside him, drawing out a deep, gravelly groan from Keng.

​"Too deep?" Keng growled pervertedyl, his chest slamming hard against Namping's slick back as he drove in even further, hitting the ultra-sensitive spot ruthlessly. "You're taking every fucking inch of it, ping-ping. Listen to yourself. Hear how loud you're begging for your Alpha."

​"Ah! Ah! AHHHHHHH!-Keng Harit!" Namping shrieked, his eyes rolling back as his vision blurred into pure white heat. The friction was too intense, the overwhelming weight of Keng's pine pheromones choking out his ability to think.

​"Hnggg... hah... hahhhh..." Namping panted heavily, his knees completely buckling under him. He was entirely suspended by Keng's iron grip on his hips, his body twitching violently as the pleasure built up into an unbearable, electric crest. Every single moan was entirely unvarnished, loud, and utterly unfeigned, completely filling the steam-fogged room.

​"K-Keng... ah! Hng... AHHHHHHH!"
​Namping's final, shattering cry echoed off the wet tiles as his body went completely rigid.

The electric buildup finally broke, and Namping came violently under the pelting water, his release spraying blindly against the shower glass without a single hand even touching him. His internal walls clamped down in a frantic, desperate, rhythmic vice around Keng's thick length.

​That tight, crushing friction completely broke Keng's sanity. The adoring, sweet Alpha vanished, replaced by a primal, utterly shameless predator driven entirely by the intense pleasure.

​With a low, guttural roar, Keng slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself so deeply that their hip bones collided with a heavy, wet slap. He locked his arms around Namping's waist, pinning the trembling Omega ruthlessly against the tiles as his own climax hit him like a freight train.

​"Hnghhhh... fuck, Namping!" Keng groaned, his voice thick and gravelly as he released a massive, hot torrent straight into Namping's clenching core, completely overfilling him.

​The sheer volume of Keng's release filled Namping to the absolute brim, the intense, scorching heat stretching his sensitive insides all over again. Namping whined helplessly, his head resting against the wet wall, completely spent and trembling.

​But Keng wasn't done being shameless.
​Slowly, deliberately, Keng pulled his thick length out of Namping's stretched, pulsing entrance.

The moment he withdrew, the thick, white fluid mixed with Namping's natural slick and the warm shower water, immediately overflowing and spilling out in a heavy, messy stream down the insides of Namping's quivering thighs.

​Keng let out a low, dark chuckle, his eyes completely dark with perverted satisfaction as he looked down at the mess. Instead of letting the water wash it away, Keng shamelessly knelt down on the wet shower floor right behind Namping.

​"Look at this, ping-ping," Keng whispered, his voice dripping with raw, unvarnished lust.

​His large, calloused hands slid down Namping's hips, his fingers deliberately catching the thick, warm mixture of their fluids before it could hit the drain. With a completely shameless, possessive grin, Keng began rubbing his slick-coated palms all over Namping's smooth bottom and thighs, manually smearing his own mark across Namping's skin, working it right back against his opening.

​"Ah... Keng, what are you... hng... stop..." Namping panted, his face burning red as he tried to look over his shoulder, shocked by how dirty his Alpha was being.

​"Can't stop," Keng murmured pervertedyl, his fingers sliding right back over Namping's wet, sensitive entrance, pushing the leaking warmth right back inside him. "You sounded so beautiful crying my name, sweetheart. Your little hole drank every single drop of my load, and I want to see it wearing my mess. Don't move. Let your Alpha look at how ruined you are."

Namping's breath hitched violently, a high, shuddering gasp escaping his lips as Keng's slick fingers deliberately nudged the spilling warmth back into his overfilled, sensitive entrance. The sensation was mind-numbing-hot, slick, and agonizingly intimate.

​"Keng... hahhh... it's... it's going to fall out anyway, you idiot..." Namping whined softly, his forehead thumping back against the wet tiles. His body was completely boneless, his legs shaking so badly he could barely stand, yet the possessive heat radiating off the Alpha behind him kept him entirely pinned.
​"Then I'll just keep pushing it back in," Keng murmured with zero shame, his voice a low, vibrating purr of absolute satisfaction.

​He didn't care how ridiculous or utterly unhinged he was being.

The euphoria of hearing Namping scream his name, of feeling the Omega completely surrender to him under the spray, had turned Keng into a shameless, needy mess.

​Slowly, Keng stood up, his tall, wet body crowding Namping from behind once more.

Without pulling his fingers away from Namping's slick entrance, Keng wrapped his other arm around Namping's chest, dragging him flush against his broad torso. He buried his face into the warm, dripping crook of Namping's neck, taking a deep, greedy inhale of their blended scents-heavy pine and sweet, flushed milk.

​"Look in the glass, ping-ping," Keng whispered against his wet skin, his thumb lightly stroking the sensitive skin of Namping's hip while his fingers worked shamelessly between his thighs. "Look how pretty your Alpha made you."
​Namping opened his heavy, glossy eyes, peering through the steam at the fogged shower glass across from them. His reflection was completely wrecked-his lips swollen and red, dark purple bruises blooming across his neck and collarbones, and his lower half glistening with the thick, overflowing proof of Keng's release streaming down his flushed thighs.

​"You're... a pervert..." Namping panted, a desperate blush spreading all the way to the tips of his wet ears, though he couldn't bring himself to push Keng's hands away.

​"Only for you," Keng grinned against his neck, his teeth nipping lightly at Namping's earlobe before letting out a needy, golden-retriever-like whine. "You're not allowed to wash it off yet. Stay like this for a minute. Let me hold you while you're still full of me."

​Namping let out a soft, helpless sigh, his head falling back against Keng's shoulder as he allowed his clingy, downbad Alpha to hold him tightly under the warm, cascading water, completely claimed and utterly satisfied.

Keng's lips didn't miss a single inch of skin as he worked his way down Namping's spine, leaving a dark, possessive trail of bruises that stood out starkly against his flushed, wet skin under the hot spray.

​"So good for me, ping-ping... absolute perfection," Keng murmured against his back, his voice a thick, low rumble of reverence. "Every sound you make is driving me crazy."

​Namping let out a soft, shuddering moan, his palms slipping slightly on the wet tiles. Needing to see his Alpha, Namping slowly turned his body around, his chest sliding against the slick wall until he was facing Keng directly.

His eyes were glossy, heavy-lidded, and rimmed with red, water droplets clinging to his long eyelashes like unshed tears. He didn't say a word, but the desperate, needy look in his eyes was an unmistakable, silent plea.

​Keng's breath caught in his throat. The sight of his Omega looking up at him with such raw, unvarnished yearning shattered what little self-control Keng had managed to rebuild.

​"Fuck, ping-ping... don't look at me like that," Keng growled softly, leaning in to capture Namping's lips in a deep, bruising kiss.

​Namping opened his mouth instantly, meeting Keng's tongue with a breathless gasp as his hands shot up, his fingers entangling tightly into Keng's soaked, dark hair to keep him close.

​In one effortless, powerful motion, Keng reached down and hooked his arms beneath Namping's thighs, hoisting him completely off his feet. Namping instinctively wrapped his legs tightly around Keng's waist, his core pressing flush against the Alpha's searing heat once more.

​Keng backed them up just enough to press Namping's shoulders against the glass wall of the shower, taking his weight completely.

His large, calloused hands slid down from Namping's thighs to firmly cup and squeeze his bare asscheeks, his fingers digging deep into the soft, trembling flesh with zero restraint.

​"Hng... Keng..." Namping whimpered into the kiss, the sheer sensation of Keng's large hands kneading him-smearing the warm, slick mess between them even further-sending a fresh, electric shock straight to his core.

​"Got you," Keng whispered against his mouth, his grip tightening as he lifted him a fraction higher, his dark eyes burning with shameless, obsessive hunger. "You're not going anywhere, sweetheart."

Keng didn't wait for the heat between them to cool. Gripping Namping's soft, wet asscheeks tightly, he angled Namping's hips just right, lining his thick, re-awakened length directly against the slick, overfilled opening.

​With a single, heavy thrust upward, Keng drove all the way back inside him.
​"Ahhhh! Keng!" Namping shrieked, his back arching off the glass wall as the sudden, overwhelming fullness stretched him wide open all over again.

​The angle was entirely different this time-suspended in mid-air, with Keng holding his full weight, the head of Keng's shaft smashed directly into Namping's deepest sweet spot with devastating precision.

​"AH! AHHHHHH! Hahhhh..." Namping's voice broke into a desperate, wailing cry, the sharp spike of pure pleasure-pain overloading his senses. He instinctively leaned forward, burying his face into Keng's neck, and bit down hard on the Alpha's muscular shoulder to anchor himself.

​Keng didn't pull away or flinch.

He knew his Omega.

He knew that when the pleasure became too intense, when the sensation reached a point where Namping couldn't breathe, he needed to bite, needed something physical to hold onto while his mind dissolved.

​"That's it, ping-ping... bite me, sweetheart," Keng growled softly, a low, soothing purr vibrating right against Namping's cheek as he let Namping sink his teeth into his skin.

Keng brought one large hand up to gently cupped the back of Namping's head, his long fingers weaving through the wet strands of hair, caressing his scalp to soothe the chaotic storm of Omega instincts. "You're doing so good... take it all for your Alpha."

​Keng started setting a steady, powerful rhythm, pulling back almost entirely before snapping his hips upward, impaling Namping again and again.

​"Hnggg! Ah... ah! AHHHHHH!"

​Every single thrust hit that sensitive spot with brutal accuracy. Namping's grip on Keng's shoulder shifted, his fingers clawing desperately at the wet skin of Keng's back, his short nails digging in and leaving long, red scratch marks right alongside the water cascading down Keng's spine.

​"K-Keng... hahhh... it's too much-AH!" Namping sobbed out between his bites, his tears mixing with the hot shower water streaming down his flushed face. "Too deep... hng... ah, ah!"

​"I know, baby, I know," Keng praised continuously, his voice thick with unrefined lust and deep, worshipful devotion. He squeezed Namping's ass, holding him firm as he pounded into him with ruthless affection. "Look at how well you're taking me. So wet, so tight... scratching your Alpha up so pretty. Give me all of it, Namping. Cry for me."

​Namping's head fell back, releasing Keng's shoulder only to leave a dark red mark behind. He whimpered loudly, his toes curling in mid-air as he surrendered entirely to the rhythm, his high-pitched, breathless moans echoing endlessly off the shower tiles with every heavy, unrelenting thrust.

The steady, heavy rhythm Keng drove into Namping's slick depth began to shift, the slap of their skin growing faster and more frantic under the hot, cascading water. Keng's breath turned into ragged, heavy panting, his pine scent flaring to an almost suffocating, intoxicating peak.

​At the base of his shaft, the biological knot began to swell rapidly, stretching Namping's sensitive entrance far past its limit as it locked them together.

​"Keng-wait! Ah... AHHHHHH!" Namping shrieked, his voice splitting into a high, breathless cry. The sudden, intense expansion inside his core was staggering. His inner walls clamped down in a violent, desperate spasm, trying to accommodate the massive bulge locking him in place.

​"I've got you... I've got you, ping-ping," Keng growled out, his voice a low, primal rumble. He pressed Namping's back firmly against the glass shower wall, taking every ounce of the Omega's weight into his arms.

He held him pinned, unable to pull back even an inch as the knot sealed them tightly together.

​With a guttural groan, Keng's whole body went taut. He buried his face into Namping's neck, biting gently over his scent gland as his climax tore through him, spilling a hot, endless pulse of his release deep into Namping's knotted core.

​"Hnggg... K-Keng! Hahhhh... AHHHH!" Namping thrashed weakly in his grip, his eyes rolling back as the sheer, agonizing bliss of being completely locked and filled overwhelmed his entire system.

His legs trembled violently where they were wrapped around Keng's waist, his fingers clutching Keng's ruined, scratched back for dear life.

​The hot water continued to pelt down over them, but neither of them moved. Locked together in the shower's steam, Keng buried endless, soft kisses into Namping's temple, murmuring possessive, soothing praises into his ear while Namping whimpered softly, completely spent, filled to the brim, and utterly anchored to his Alpha.

The thick heat of the knot locking them together made Namping's mind completely go hazy.

Locked in mid-air against Keng's chest, feeling every heavy pulse of Keng's release stretching his core to its absolute limit, something inside Namping snapped.

The shy, overwhelmed Omega completely melted away, replaced by an intoxicating, shameless need to keep his Alpha entirely consumed.

​Instead of just hanging weakly off Keng, Namping let out a low, breathless whine and actively tightened his legs around Keng's waist.

​Slowly, deliberately, Namping shifted his weight, using what little leverage he had to roll his hips downward.

He started grinding his tight, overfilled core right against Keng's locked knot, forcing the friction deep inside himself despite how swollen and sensitive he was.

​"Namping... fuck," Keng gasped out, his eyes flying open in shock. He tried to hold Namping's hips still, his breath hitching as his own body reacted instantly to the sudden movement. "Ping-ping, stop moving... my knot is still-"

​"No," Namping rasped against Keng's ear, his voice shameless, dripping with pure lust.

​Namping pulled his head back, his heavy-lidded, glossy eyes locking onto Keng's dark gaze.

With zero hesitation, Namping reached down between their slick, chest-to-chest bodies. His wet fingers slid past Keng's abdomen, tracing down to where they were joined, and wrapped tightly around the base of Keng's throbbing shaft, squeezing Keng right above the knot.

​"Hng... Ah!" Namping moaned loudly at the sharp, incredible pressure, his hips giving another greedy, deliberate roll against the bulge. "Don't tell me to stop... you locked me, Alpha. You filled me up... now make it feel good. Don't just stand there..."

​Keng's jaw dropped, a low, disbelief-filled growl tearing from his throat. Seeing his usually soft, blushing Omega taking complete control while stuffed full of his release, actively squeezing his length and demanding to be worked over the knot, completely shattered Keng's remaining sanity.

​"You shameless little monster," Keng growled pervertedyl, his hands digging savagely back into Namping's soft asscheeks. "You really can't get enough, can you?"

​"I want all of it," Namping whispered, leaning in to lick a wet trail from Keng's jawline right up to his mouth, grinding himself harder against the swell inside him. "Do it, Keng. Drive me insane."

Keng didn't need to be told twice. Driven entirely wild by Namping's shameless demand, Keng's grip on his asscheeks tightened until his knuckles turned white.

​"You asked for it, ping-ping," Keng growled against Namping's lips, his voice thick, heavy, and completely stripped of restraint.

​Even with his knot still fully expanded and locking them together, Keng forced his hips to move.

He couldn't pull out, so instead, he began to grind and roll his hips in small, brutal, agonizingly deep circles, dragging the thick, swollen knot directly against Namping's most sensitive, swollen inner walls.

​"AH! Ahhhhh! Keng-!" Namping shrieked, his back slamming flush against the shower glass as the intense, internal friction shattered his breath instantly.

​Every single small thrust pushed Keng's release deeper inside him, churning the hot, thick fluids until they spilled messily over the edges of the lock, running down Keng's thighs under the pelting shower spray. Namping's hand stayed locked around Keng's shaft, his fingers slick with water and sweat, milking every bit of friction he could force between them.

​"Hng... hahhh... more... K-Keng, do it harder!" Namping begged shamelessly, his throat raw, his head thrashing against the glass as he practically rode Keng's knot in mid-air.

​"Look at you... completely out of your mind," Keng panted dirty-mouthed, his teeth nipping viciously at Namping's jawline, leaving another deep, purple mark over his pulse point. "So greedy for your Alpha. Taking my knot like a dirty little Omega."

​"Yes... ah! I'm your Omega-AHHHHHHH!"

​Namping's sentence dissolved into a shattered, high-pitched scream as Keng gave one massive, rolling shove upward, hitting his sweet spot with the broad crown of the knot itself.

​The sensation was too overwhelming, too deep, too shameless. Namping's body went completely rigid in Keng's arms. Without a single hand touching his front, Namping came again-a dry, violent over-orgasm that sent intense, electric waves rippling through his entire lower half. His internal walls clamped down on Keng's knot in frantic, crushing spasms, practically milking the Alpha for every last drop.

​"Fuck... ping-ping!" Keng groaned loudly, his own vision turning white as Namping's tight, pulsing core squeezed him so hard his knot flared even larger, prolonging the overwhelming climax for both of them.

​Keng held Namping tightly against his chest, his face buried in Namping's wet hair, panting heavily as the shower water washed over their trembling, locked bodies. Namping slumped completely against Keng's shoulder, whining softly in pure, ruined bliss, his shameless, needy mission finally accomplished.

Keng chuckled-a low, dark, rumbling sound against Namping's neck-as he carried him out of the steamy bathroom. Water and slick dripped steadily off Namping's thighs, leaving a glistening trail along the floor.

​"K-Keng... wait," Namping whined softly, his arms still wrapped weakly around the Alpha's neck as they entered the dimly lit room. "The... the bed. We're completely wet, you're gonna ruin the sheets..."

​Keng didn't even slow his stride. He looked down at Namping, his dark eyes heavy with a dirty, unbothered smirk.

​"Let it get wet, ping-ping," Keng murmured shamelessly, his voice dripping with wicked intent. "Those sheets were gonna end up completely soaked through with your slick and my load anyway. A little shower water isn't gonna make a difference by the time I'm done with you."

​Namping's face flushed a deep, burning scarlet, but before he could protest, Keng gently set him down on the very edge of the mattress.

​As the swelling of Keng's knot finally began to subside, releasing its tight grip, Keng slowly slid his length out. The sudden emptiness made Namping let out a high, needy whimper, his internal walls twitching as the thick, warm mixture of their fluids immediately began to spill out over his trembling thighs.

Dropping to his knees right between Namping's open knees, Keng grabbed Namping's calves and hoisted his legs up, resting them heavily over his broad shoulders.

The position pinned Namping completely open, exposing his wet, flushed entrance and his throbbing, dripping length to the cool air of the bedroom.

​"Look at you," Keng purred dirty-mouthed, his hot breath fanning over Namping's sensitive lower half. "So messy."

​Without another word, Keng leaned forward and swallowed Namping's length whole, taking him deep into his throat in one smooth, agonizingly wet stroke.

​"AH! K-KENG!" Namping shrieked, his hands slamming backward into the mattress as his head snapped back.
​The contrast of Keng's hot mouth wrapping around his sensitive, slick-covered length after such an intense knotting drove Namping straight over the edge of sanity.

Desperate for even more friction, Namping did something completely unhinged-instead of pushing Keng away or just taking it, Namping arched his back and aggressively bucked his hips upward, thrusting himself deeper into his Alpha's mouth, manually forcing Keng to take every single inch right down his throat while gasping for air.

​"Hnggg! Ah... ah! Take it... hahhh... eat it all, Alpha!" Namping cried out shamelessly, his fingers reaching down to tangle into Keng's wet hair, holding Keng's head down tight against his pelvis to control the brutal, frantic pace himself.

Keng's dark eyes flared with raw surprise and dark, violent delight as Namping's slick fingers tangled tightly into his wet hair, forcing his head down.

Hearing his Omega openly command him to eat it all-while aggressively thrusting his hips right into Keng's mouth-completely stripped away whatever sanity the Alpha had managed to collect.

​Keng let out a muffled, deep rumble against Namping's length, accepting the forced pace with absolute, unhinged eagerness.

His large hands slid from Namping's legs down to grip the edges of the mattress, bracing himself as he sucked hard, his tongue swirling ruthlessly around Namping's sensitive crown with every greedy, upward buck of the Omega's hips.

​"AH! AHHHHH! Keng... hahhh!" Namping screamed out, his voice echoing loudly around the bedroom.

​The heat of Keng's mouth, combined with the shameless angle of his legs pinned over the Alpha's broad shoulders, was devastating.

The slick mixture of their fluids was still slowly leaking from Namping's overfilled, twitching entrance, dripping onto the bed sheets below, but Namping couldn't care less.

He was completely out of his mind, practically riding his Alpha's face with wild, uninhibited desperation.

​"So fucking greedy," Keng growled dirty-mouthed, briefly pulling back just enough to slap a warm, heavy palm flat against Namping's inner thigh before popping his slick head back into his mouth with a loud, wet suction sound.

​He didn't just take it-Keng met Namping's frantic bucks halfway, swirling his tongue violently over the underside of Namping's shaft, swallowing every whimpered gasp and needy moan.

​"Hnggg! Ah... ah! AHHHHHH!"
​Namping's toes curled tightly, his knuckles turning white as he yanked on Keng's hair, pulling his Alpha as deep as humanly possible.

His body went rigid, his stomach muscles seizing as another explosive, white-hot orgasm ripped straight through him.

He came right down Keng's throat, his hips twitching violently in mid-air as Keng swallowed every single drop without missing a beat, licking him completely clean before finally pulling back with a slow, shameless grin.

​"Mmm... delicious, ping-ping," Keng purred, his lips glistening wetly as he leaned up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while looking down at his completely ruined, breathless Omega. "Now... what are we going to do about the rest of this mess?"

Namping was completely breathless, his chest heaving as he stared up at Keng through heavy, half-lidded eyes. His legs were still resting weakly over Keng's shoulders, his body flushed and shivering in the cool air of the room.

​"Keng... hahhh..." Namping whimpered, his voice barely a rasp. "You're... you're unbelievable..."

​"Unbelievable?" Keng smirked, a low, dirty chuckle escaping his throat.
​Without breaking eye contact, Keng slowly leaned forward, sliding his hands from the mattress up to the backs of Namping's thighs.

He pressed Namping's knees even further back toward his chest, opening him up completely once more. The overfilled heat of his entrance was pulsing, thick, warm slick glistening against his skin.

​"Look at you, ping-ping," Keng whispered, his voice a dark, possessive purr as he brought his thumb up to stroke right over Namping's swollen, twitching opening. "You just came so hard in my mouth, but your little hole is still begging for me. It's practically weeping."

​"It's... it's because you filled me up so much, you idiot..." Namping whined, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks, though he didn't make a single move to close his legs. Instead, he unconsciously arched his back slightly, pressing his slick opening right against Keng's warm thumb.

​Keng's eyes darkened at the subtle, shameless invitation.

​"Is that so?" Keng growled pervertedyl. He lined up his fully erect length-still rock hard and glistening from their shower round-right against Namping's leaking entrance. "Then I guess I have to empty you out... by filling you right back up."

​With one heavy, unyielding thrust, Keng drove all the way back inside him in a single stroke.

​"AHHHHH! K-Keng!" Namping shrieked, his hands immediately flying out to grip the wet bed sheets beneath him as his head snapped back.

​The mattress dipped heavily under Keng's weight as he began a brutal, unrelenting rhythm, burying himself to the hilt with every heavy drive.

The sound of wet slaps echoed loudly through the quiet bedroom, mixing with Namping's frantic, high-pitched cries.

​"Hng... ah, ah! Keng... hahhh... it's too deep!" Namping sobbed out, his body twitching with every single blow to his sweet spot.

​"You love it deep, ping-ping," Keng dirty-talked right into his mouth, leaning down to capture Namping's lips in a messy, bruising kiss while his hips slammed forward without mercy. "Tell me you love how shameless your Alpha makes you. Tell me."

​"I... ah! I love it-AHHHHH!" Namping screamed into the kiss, his arms wrapping tightly around Keng's neck as he completely gave in, surrendering his entire body to the endless, overwhelming heat of his Alpha.

"Keng-ah! Wait... AHHHH!" Namping's shattered cry broke through the rhythmic, wet slaps echoing off the bedroom walls.

​A sudden, sharp wave of panic pierced through his pleasure-addled brain. His hands scrambled wildly over Keng's broad shoulders, his nails digging deep into the Alpha's warm, sweat-slicked skin as he tried to push back-even though his lower half was completely locked into the mattress beneath Keng's heavy weight.

​"Keng! Hahhh... Keng, stop!" Namping wailed loudly, tears welling up in his glossed-over, red-rimmed eyes as he shook his head frantically against the pillows. "We... ah! We didn't use protection! You-you knotted me inside without a condom, and now you're doing it again-"

​Keng didn't stop. If anything, the breathless, tearful realization from his Omega sent a surge of pure, primal possessiveness straight through his veins.

​With a low, dark growl that vibrated deep in his chest, Keng slammed his hips forward one more time, burying himself to the absolute hilt and pinning Namping's trembling thighs flat against his ribs.

​"Protection?" Keng purred dirty-mouthed, his voice thick with raw, shameless lust. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Namping's burning ear as he breathed out heavy, suffocating pine pheromones to soothe the Omega's sudden panic. "Ping I'm your Alpha. You think I was ever going to put a piece of plastic between us?"

​"N-No... hng! But-AH!" Namping sobbed out, a high, shuddering moan escaping him as Keng gave a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, grinding right over his overstimulated sweet spot. "You... you filled me completely... twice! I'm going to... hahhh..."

​"You're going to take every single drop of my load, like a good boy," Keng interrupted pervertedyl, his hands gripping Namping's waist to set a relentless, heavy pace once again. "You were crying for me to fill you up in the shower. You were squeezing my length with your own hands, begging me to drive you insane. Did you forget?"

​"I... ah! I didn't-AHHHHH!" Namping shrieked, his back arching completely off the bed as Keng struck his deepest spot with brutal accuracy.

​The terrifying reality of being completely raw, completely unprotected, and totally saturated with his Alpha's knot and seed only made the pleasure hit ten times harder. The shamelessness of it all overwhelmed Namping's last bit of restraint.

​"Look at me, Namping," Keng commanded softly, his dark eyes burning down at him with an terrifying mix of worship and unhinged hunger. "Tell me you want your Alpha inside you raw. Tell me you want me to fill you up again."

​"Keng... hahhh... I want it..." Namping sobbed out shamelessly, his legs wrapping tightly around Keng's waist, pulling the Alpha even deeper as he surrendered entirely. "Fill me... raw... fill your Omega... AHHHHH!"

The raw confession shattered whatever fraction of control Keng had left. Hearing Namping sob out those exact words-begging to be filled raw-sent a violent surge of pure Alpha pride straight to Keng's chest.

​"Fuck, ping-ping... you're so good for me," Keng growled, his voice completely wrecked as he drove into him with unrelenting, heavy thrusts.

​The sheer, staggering intensity of the pleasure crashed over Namping like an ocean wave, completely drowning his senses.

His mind short-circuited under the relentless friction, the overwhelming heat of Keng raw inside him pushing him way past his limit. Desperate for an outlet to anchor the pleasure-pain ripping through his lower half, Namping's instincts kicked in once more.

​He reached up blindly, his tear-streaked face twisting as he tried to lean forward and sink his teeth back into Keng's shoulder.

​"Ah... hng! K-Keng...!" Namping sobbed out, his jaw working helplessly as he sought out skin to bite.

​Keng instantly recognized the needy, frantic shift in his Omega. Without missing a single, deep beat of his hips, Keng brought his large, warm hand up and slid his palm straight over Namping's mouth, offering it up without a second thought.

​"I've got you, baby. Right here," Keng whispered, his voice dripping with absolute devotion and dark, perverted indulgence. "Bite down, ping-ping. Relax yourself."

​Namping didn't hesitate. He sank his teeth hard into the fleshy base of Keng's palm, his jaw locking tight as a long, muffled, shattered cry tore past his throat against Keng's skin.

​The physical pain of Namping's bite grounding him only fueled Keng's drive. Keng's thumb lightly stroked the tear-stained apple of Namping's cheek while he drove upward, pounding ruthlessly into the Omega's overstimulated sweet spot over and over again.

The sound of Keng's skin slapping against Namping's flushed thighs echoed rhythmically through the quiet room, underscored by the muffled, high-pitched whimpers vibrating against Keng's palm.

​"That's it, sweetheart... bite me as hard as you need," Keng praised dirty-mouthed, his dark eyes fixed entirely on Namping's blown-out, glossy eyes. "Take all of it. Feel how deep I am inside you... raw, full, and completely yours."

​Namping's eyes rolled back as another violent wave of bliss crashed through his body.

His toes curled, his fingers clawing desperately into the sheets as his internal walls clamped down in a crushing, uncontrollable vice around Keng's shaft.

He bit harder into Keng's palm, sobbing desperately through the grip as his body convulsed in another helpless, overwhelming climax, completely drowning in his Alpha's heat.

The sudden, massive swell at the base of Keng's shaft caught them both off guard, the biological lock expanding rapidly to seal Keng deep inside Namping's hot, twitching core for the second time.

​"Keng-AH!" Namping shrieked, his mind short-circuiting as his inner walls were stretched to their absolute, staggering limit. The intense, internal pressure was so sharp, so staggering, that Namping's jaw clamped down violently on the flesh of Keng's palm.

​"F-Fuck... ghk!" Keng winced hard, a sharp gasp escaping his throat as Namping's teeth bit down deep enough to leave a stinging, dark red imprint.

​A sharp spike of pain shot up Keng's arm, but instead of pulling away, the sensation sent a dark, primal thrill straight to his core. His knot pulsed heavily, driving a fresh, burning wave of his release straight into Namping's overfilled entrance.

​"You really... hng... like biting your Alpha, don't you?" Keng panted dirty-mouthed, his voice gravelly as he leaned over the trembling Omega, holding him completely pinned while the knot locked them tight.

​Namping was sobbing softly, his chest heaving, his face flushed a brilliant scarlet as his body shook from the endless over-stimulation. His mouth slipped off Keng's hand, leaving a slick, bruised bite mark behind.

​"K-Keng... hahhh... it's too full... I can't..." Namping whimpered, his glossy eyes rolling as he tried to catch his breath.
​Keng's dark eyes flicked over to the nightstand beside the bed.

Resting on a small ceramic plate was a bowl of fresh, bright red strawberries-Namping's favorite late-night snack that he always kept nearby to munch on while reading in bed.

​A slow, utterly shameless grin spread across Keng's lips.

​Without breaking the lock between their lower halves, Keng stretched one long arm over to the nightstand, his fingers picking up a large, ripe strawberry.

He brought it back over, hovering it right above Namping's slick, parted lips.

​"Since you're so fond of using those pretty teeth, ping-ping," Keng purred softly, his voice thick with perverted affection.

​Keng didn't just feed it to him. Instead, Keng placed the entire strawberry between his own front teeth. Leaning down slowly, Keng pressed his mouth firmly against Namping's, forcing the sweet, cold fruit right against Namping's hot, sensitive lips.

​"Mmmph?!" Namping gasped into the kiss, his eyes widening in shock.

​Keng bit down on the strawberry mid-kiss, bursting the ripe skin so the sweet, cool juice exploded into both of their mouths, mixing with their hot breaths and the heavy scent of pine and milk. With a shameless flick of his tongue, Keng pushed the sweet, crushed fruit into Namping's mouth, deepening the kiss ruthlessly as he swallowed the juice right along with Namping's breathless whimpers.

​Keng pulled back just an inch, a slick string of saliva and sweet berry juice connecting their lips as he looked down at Namping's completely dazed, juice-stained face.

​"Taste good, sweetheart?" Keng murmured dirty-mouthed, his hips giving a subtle, rolling grind that drove the knot deeper inside Namping's tight core. "So sweet... just like your little body taking every bit of my seed."

Namping couldn't even process the taste of the sweet juice on his tongue. The explosive surge of sweetness, mixed with the unyielding, locked heat of Keng's knot inside him, finally pushed his exhausted body over the absolute edge.

​A long, trembling sigh escaped his lips, his head falling heavily back into the damp pillows. His long eyelashes fluttered, heavy with unshed tears and pure, bone-deep exhaustion. His legs, which had been wrapped so tightly around Keng's waist, slowly slacked, slipping down to rest limp against the mattress.

​"Keng..." Namping rasped out, his voice a barely audible, raspy whisper. "No more... 'm so tired..."

​His hand weakly reached up, his fingers limply resting over Keng's broad chest-not to push him away, but simply because he didn't even have the strength to hold himself up anymore.

His chest heaved in slow, shallow breaths, his body completely boneless and thoroughly spent.

​Seeing his Omega completely unravel into a soft, helpless puddle under him instantly melted the last of Keng's shameless, predatory edge. The possessive Alpha gave way right back to the deeply devoted, downbad golden retriever.

​"Ah, ping-ping... sweetheart," Keng murmured softly, his tone shifting in a heartbeat from dirty and demanding to gentle, reverent warmth.

​Keng carefully shifted his weight onto his elbows, taking every bit of pressure off Namping's small frame.

He affectionately licked away a stray drop of strawberry juice running down Namping's chin, taking his time to pepper soft, tender kisses over Namping's hot cheek, his swollen lips, and the tip of his red nose.

​"You did so good for me, baby. So perfect," Keng whispered, his voice vibrating with absolute worship as he gently brushed a wet strand of hair out of Namping's eyes.

​As the knot inside slowly loosened its firm hold, Keng carefully, excruciatingly gently eased his length out.

Namping let out a soft, whimpering groan at the sudden emptiness, his inner muscles twitching weakly around the warm release pooling inside him.

​Without giving Namping a chance to feel cold or exposed, Keng immediately pulled the thick duvet over both of them. He gathered Namping up into his arms, pulling the exhausted Omega flush against his broad, warm chest.

Namping instinctively buried his face right into Keng's neck, breathing in the comforting, rich scent of pine that instantly lulled his heavy mind into safety.

​"Sleep, ping-ping," Keng purred, holding him close, his hand gently tracing lazy circles over Namping's bare back. "Your Alpha's got you. I'm right here."

As soon as Namping's breathing evened out into deep, rhythmic sleep, Keng shifted into full-on attentive golden retriever mode. The shameless, predatory Alpha was completely gone, replaced by a hyper-focused, doting partner whose only goal was taking care of his Omega.

​Moving with agonizing gentleness so as not to wake him, Keng carefully slipped out from under the covers.

He immediately fetched a warm, damp washcloth from the bathroom and a soft basin of warm water. Kneeling softly beside the bed, Keng began gently wiping away the dry slick, sweat, and stray strawberry juice from Namping's sensitive skin, trailing the warm cloth delicately down his flushed thighs and chest.

Every few moments, he paused to press a tender kiss to Namping's forehead, soothing the faint, sleepy furrow in his brow.

​Once Namping was clean, Keng wrapped him in a fresh, fluffy bathrobe, carefully lifting the sleeping Omega in his arms to transfer him briefly to the plush armchair in the corner.

Working silently, Keng stripped off the wet, ruined bedsheets, throwing on a set of fresh, crisp silk bedding that he knew Namping loved for its cooling feel against hot skin.

​He didn't stop there.

Knowing how sore and exhausted Namping would feel when he woke up, Keng set to work creating the ultimate cozy sanctuary:
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He switched off the harsh bathroom light and turned on Namping's favorite bedside diffuser, filling the room with a gentle lavender and vanilla mist to soothe his senses.

​On the nightstand, he replaced the messy strawberry plate with a fresh glass of ice water, a thermos of warm honey-lemon water to ease Namping's raw throat, and a small bowl of chilled, sliced fruits.

​He placed a small heat patch and a couple of mild painkillers neatly beside the water glass, ready for whenever Namping woke up.

​With everything prepped, Keng gently lifted Namping back onto the fresh bed, tucking the soft duvet up to his chin. Slipping under the covers beside him, Keng pulled Namping flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around him like a giant, protective shield.

​Namping let out a soft, subconscious sigh of contentment, instinctively curling his face right into the crook of Keng's neck to inhale his Alpha's warm, comforting scent. Keng smiled softly into Namping's hair, resting his chin on top of his head, gently rubbing lazy, soothing circles over his back as he kept watch over his sleeping Omega all night long.

The weak morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, painting the messy, comfortable bedroom in soft shades of gold.

​Namping stirred first. The soft silk sheets felt heavenly against his skin, and the rich, soothing scent of pine enveloped him entirely. For a brief, peaceful second, he felt completely cozy-until his body slowly began to wake up and register reality.

​His lower half was terribly sore, his throat felt completely raw, and every tiny movement sent a subtle, warm reminder of just how filled he had been the night before.

​Then, the memories hit him.

​Not just soft, hazy memories, but vivid, high-definition flashes of everything he had said and done:

​Demanding Keng to drive him insane in the shower.

​Grinding his overfilled core against Keng's knot.

​Pulling Keng down by his hair, practically riding his face and commanding him to eat him whole.
​Crying and begging to be filled raw without protection.

​Biting Keng's palm like a wild animal.
​And the strawberry... oh god, the strawberry.

​Namping's eyes snapped open.

A wave of pure, agonizing morning embarrassment crashed over him so hard his entire face, neck, and ears flushed a furious, vibrant crimson.

​"Oh my god..." Namping squeaked out, a muffled whimper escaping his throat as he instantly pulled the duvet over his head, burying his burning face deep into the pillows. Did I really say all those shameless things?! How am I ever going to look at him again?!

​A warm, heavy arm tightened around his waist, pulling his wriggling, blanket-burrowed body flush against a solid, bare chest.

​"Morning, ping-ping," Keng's deep, sleep-rough voice rumbled right against Namping's back, vibrating straight through the heavy duvet.

​Keng tugging gently at the edge of the blanket, pulling it down just enough to reveal Namping's bright red face and wide, horrified eyes.

Keng looked completely well-rested, his dark hair messy, a warm, soft, golden-retriever grin plastered across his handsome face.

​"Get away from me," Namping muffled out into the pillow, refusing to meet Keng's eyes, his toes curling in absolute shame. "I'm changing my name. I'm moving to another country."

​Keng let out a low, fond laugh, leaning down to press a warm, lingering kiss right to Namping's hot earlobe.

​"Why? Because my cute little Omega was a complete, unhinged monster last night?" Keng purred shamelessly, his hand sliding under the blanket to rest over Namping's warm hip. "You were so greedy, ping-ping. Squeezing me, biting me, begging me to fill you raw-"

​"KENG! STOP TALKING!" Namping shrieked, his hands shooting up to cover his own face as his blush deepened to a terrifying shade of red. "Shut up! Don't repeat it! I was out of my mind!"

​"You were perfect," Keng corrected warmly, his tone dropping into something intensely sweet as he nudged Namping's hands away from his face, kissing his flushed knuckles one by one. "And shameless. And utterly addicting. Drink your honey-lemon water, baby... your voice is raspy from screaming my name all night."

Namping made the absolute mistake of underestimating what back-to-back knotting, a face-riding marathon, and an all-night raw session would actually do to a human body.

​Determined to escape the smug, adore-filled beam radiating from Keng's face, Namping threw back the duvet with as much dignity as he could muster.

​"I'm fine," Namping declared sharply, his voice still a raspy, adorable croak. "I'm going to take a shower. By myself."

​"Ping-ping, wait, maybe you should-"

​"I said I'm fine, Alpha."

​Namping swung his legs over the edge of the mattress. The moment his bare feet touched the cool floor, he stood up confident and tall-for roughly half a second.

​Then his knees completely turned to jelly.

​A sharp, dizzying ache shot straight up his lower spine, and his trembling thighs instantly gave out. The lingering fullness pooling inside him coupled with his completely wrecked core muscles made his legs feel like overcooked noodles.

​"Woah-!"

​Namping gasped, his eyes widening in pure horror as his body plummeted straight toward the floor.

​Before he could faceplant onto the rug, a pair of strong, familiar arms swooped in from behind. Keng caught him effortlessly under the arms, scooping Namping's trembling, boneless body right back up against his chest before he even touched the ground.

​"Gotcha," Keng chuckled softly, his hot breath fanning against Namping's burning neck as he easily hoisted the helpless Omega up, carrying him bridal-style right back toward the bed. "Told you to wait, sweetheart."

​Namping hung completely limp in Keng's arms, his face buried so deep into Keng's chest out of pure, utter humiliation that he was practically suffocating himself.

​"I hate you," Namping muffled tearfully into Keng's collarbone, his fingers weakly clutching Keng's shirt. "My legs don't work. You broke my legs."

​"You did that to yourself, ping-ping," Keng purred shamelessly, laying him gently back down onto the soft pillows and pulling the covers right back up to his chin. "Who was the one riding my face and begging for it raw, huh? You used up all your leg strength last night."

​"KENG!" Namping shrieked, grabbing a pillow with both hands and shoving it directly over Keng's smug, handsome face to shut him up. "I am NEVER letting you touch me again!"

​Keng just laughed, pulling the pillow away effortlessly to kiss Namping's pouty, bright-red lips. "Sure, baby. We'll see how long that lasts next heat."

Keng just smiled softly, pulling the blanket higher over Namping's shoulders and pressing one last, tender kiss to his forehead.

​"Rest up, ping-ping," Keng whispered, tucking his Omega close against his chest as the soft morning light filled the room. "Your Alpha's right here."

​Namping let out a tiny, defeated sigh, burying his face into Keng's neck and closing his eyes, completely content as he drifted back to sleep in the safety of Keng's warm embrace.

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