The Alpha Married the Tallest Omega novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: Against the Wall

Rongan can't sleep and drills with a rope in the courtyard at 2 a.m.; Wenzhou finds him, and against the moon-gate wall they break Rule One.

At two in the morning Rongan hung a climbing rope from the old plum tree in the guest courtyard.

He began to haul himself up it, hand over hand.

He could not sleep. His mouth still tasted of ink and cold tea.

He was on his twelfth pull when someone said, "You'll wake the Great-Uncle."

Wenzhou stood under the moon gate in a black silk robe with a teacup in his hand.

Rongan let go and dropped. He landed in a crouch, his vest soaked, and straightened up to his full height.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ji."

"Don't be." Wenzhou's eyes went down him once and came back up. "I couldn't sleep either."

He set the cup on the gate's stone sill.

"Come here, Captain."

"Rule one," said Rongan.

"I'm amending it."

"It's your mother's custom."

"It's my rule. My mother's custom is the lantern." Wenzhou took off his glasses and folded them into his pocket. "Come here."

Rongan went.

He stopped in front of him, close enough to feel the heat coming off the silk.

"Rule one, Chairman," he said, very low.

"Noted." Wenzhou took hold of his wet vest in both fists. "Pick me up."

Rongan's hands closed around his thighs and lifted him.

Wenzhou's legs locked around his waist.

His back met the cold plaster of the moon-gate wall, and his mouth came down on Rongan's, hungry and exact.

Rongan groaned into it.

Wenzhou's tongue was in his mouth, and his heels were digging into the small of his back.

"Hold me there," Wenzhou said against his lips. "Don't let go."

"I won't."

"Good."

The word went straight down Rongan's spine and into his groin.

Wenzhou's hands left his vest.

One slid down over the hard ridges of his stomach and found the drawstring of his trousers.

It came loose with one tug.

"You've been thinking about this," Wenzhou said. His fingers closed around Rongan's cock, thick and heavy and already wet at the tip.

Rongan's head hit the plum tree trunk beside them.

"Since the study."

"Since the dinner." Wenzhou stroked him once, slowly, all the way up. "You held that table down with your hands."

Rongan opened his eyes. "You saw that?"

"I see everything. Look at me."

Rongan looked.

Wenzhou's hair had come loose over his forehead. His face was sharp and bare without the glasses, and his eyes were black and steady.

"Now take mine out," he said.

Rongan shifted Wenzhou's weight onto one forearm. It cost him nothing.

His free hand dragged the black silk apart and found a cock that was smaller than his own, rigid, and silk-hot.

Wenzhou made a short, surprised noise.

"Together," he said. "Both in your hand."

Rongan understood. He pulled them close, pressed the two lengths together in his big fist, and held them.

Wenzhou's head fell back against the wall.

"Move," he said.

Rongan moved.

His hand slid up and down, slick with Wenzhou's wetness and his own, and the heads of their cocks rubbed together with every stroke.

It was filthy. It was almost too much for his nerves.

"Tighter."

He tightened his grip. Wenzhou's hips drove into the circle of his hand.

"Yes," Wenzhou breathed. "Like that. You're so strong. Look how easily you hold me."

The praise landed in his chest and stayed there.

Nobody had ever called his size a good thing in his hearing. Nobody had said it with a hand on him.

"Wenzhou," he said, and caught himself. "Mr. Ji."

"Say it again."

"Mr. Ji," said Rongan.

"The other one, Captain," said Wenzhou.

Rongan shook his head, panting. "Not yet."

Wenzhou laughed, a low breath of sound, and bit Rongan's shoulder through the wet vest.

His hips jerked harder. His heels dug in.

Wenzhou tore the wet vest up over Rongan's chest and bared it to the cold air.

"Higher," he ordered. "Lift me."

Rongan hoisted him up the wall until his chest was level with Rongan's mouth.

He put his mouth on Wenzhou's nipple, and sucked, and felt the whole lean body arch in his arms.

"Ah. Yes. There."

The fist between them never stopped. He licked, and nipped, and held him up with one arm.

Rongan's palm was slick to the wrist, and the friction ran from his belly into his thighs.

His knees began to shake. He pressed Wenzhou flatter to the wall to keep them both upright.

"I'm going to come," he warned.

"Not before me."

"Then hurry."

"Insolent." Wenzhou's teeth closed on his earlobe. "Rongan. Hold still. Let me do the work."

Rongan froze, shuddering, with his hand locked around them both.

Wenzhou rolled his hips in small hard strokes, thrusting through the tight channel of Rongan's fingers.

The sound he made was low and wrecked.

"There. There."

His whole body went taut against the plaster.

He came with a shout muffled in Rongan's neck, hot spurts landing across Rongan's wrist and his stomach.

The sight and the heat of it undid Rongan completely.

"Wen," he gasped. "Wenzhou."

He came with his eyes shut and his forehead against the wall beside Wenzhou's head, long and hard, mixing with the mess on his hand.

For a while neither of them moved.

The plum tree dripped. Somewhere in the house a clock struck the half hour.

Rongan was still holding him up. He had not noticed until his arm began to ache pleasantly.

"You said it," Wenzhou murmured.

"You said mine."

"I said it in the dark, which doesn't count." His voice was almost gentle. "You said yours in the middle of it. That counts."

Rongan lowered him to his feet very carefully, and kept one hand at his waist until he was sure of his balance.

Wenzhou drew his robe closed and took out his glasses.

He wiped Rongan's wrist with his own handkerchief, without any ceremony, and tucked the ruined silk into Rongan's belt.

"Keep that," he said.

"Why?"

"So that you remember I'm not a rule you can follow."

Wenzhou put the glasses on.

"The doctor comes at ten to examine you before the wedding. Tell him the truth about the injections."

Rongan went still.

"How do you know about the injections?"

"I smelled the room in the study," said Wenzhou. "You smell of nothing, Captain. For a man your size, that's a medical fact."

← Chapter 2 · All chapters · Chapter 4 →

Want to keep talking to characters like these? Chat with AI romance characters: AI Boyfriend · AI Girlfriend · Dark Romance · Fantasy Romance · BL (Boys’ Love) · Billionaire Boyfriend · Mafia Boyfriend · Possessive Boyfriend · Hockey Boyfriend · Older Boyfriend · K-Drama Boyfriend · Anime Boyfriend · Vampire Boyfriend · Werewolf Boyfriend · Demon Boyfriend · Fae Romance · GL (Girls’ Love) · Anime Girlfriend · Goth & Alt Girlfriend · Gamer Girlfriend · Tsundere Girlfriend · Fantasy Girlfriend