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Chapter 38: Awkward Embrace

Rut.

This word used to be the deepest shadow in Fu Rangyi’s heart. He could hardly face it, found it difficult to accept, yet his gender determined that he would fall into this cyclical loop—beast, human, beast… endlessly. But when it came from Zhu Zhixi’s mouth, everything seemed to change.

The rut with Zhu Zhixi was the first time in his life that he had faced the cliff of carnal desire head-on, without repulsion or escape. He reached out, held his hand, accepted everything, and guided him through the surging darkness of passion. He took that step with doubt, thinking he would be shattered to pieces, but was caught by a cloud, embraced, and caressed.

The scent of his pheromones changed imperceptibly. The smell of grapefruit blossoms grew stronger, overpowering the coldness that kept strangers away. This used to be the scent he hated the most, signifying loss of control, lust, and desire.

“Fu Rangyi.” Zhu Zhixi called his name again, so beautifully. He was drenched in the sweet fragrance of flowers. His own desire flowed through every part of his body.

He kissed him, parting his teeth, enclosing the red tip of his tongue, swallowing all the sighs, light gasps, and whimpers, and lightly bit the full flesh of his lips with his stimulated canines.

“Mmm…” He felt Zhu Zhixi’s shoulders trembling slightly, so he held him tighter, his hand gently stroking his thin back, his fingers unconsciously moving upwards, instinctively kneading the non-existent gland.

Zhu Zhixi was like an overripe fruit. The more he was kneaded, the softer and wetter he became. The abundant juice was wrapped in a thin skin, as if a light squeeze would cause it to gush out.

The drunkard was simple. He wanted to kiss, and when he got it, he became even more excited. So he responded with great effort, his tongue circling, just like when he licked the mole on the web of his thumb.

Fu Rangyi never closed his eyes when they kissed.

He supported the back of Zhu Zhixi’s head and carefully observed his appearance. He watched his face turn rosy little by little, his forehead hair gradually soaked with glistening sweat, the fine hairs sticking to his skin, creating a disoriented innocence. When his tongue went a little deeper, he would frown and close his eyes tighter.

An Alpha’s base nature was always controlling him. He didn’t want anyone else to see Zhu Zhixi like this.

And so the kiss became fierce, and Zhu Zhixi’s legs wrapped around him even tighter. The rubbing of their limbs was like drilling wood to make fire. At a certain moment, the flame bloomed like a flower, burning endlessly.

Feeling that he was about to run out of breath, Fu Rangyi pulled back to let him catch his breath for a moment.

“I want…”

“Want what?” Fu Rangyi moved his ear closer.

Who knew that Zhu Zhixi seemed to have suddenly forgotten what he was about to say. After a short silence, he suddenly licked the skin behind his ear.

Fu Rangyi’s muscles all tensed up. “What are you doing?” he asked, holding Zhu Zhixi’s chin.

Zhu Zhixi smiled childishly. Sweat had dripped into his left eye, so he had to squint. He panted, “They say there’s a gland here too.”

“They?” The canine teeth ached. Fu Rangyi pinched his cheek and asked in a low voice, “Who are ‘they’?”

Zhu Zhixi turned his face to the side, taking his thumb into his mouth and answering indistinctly, “Brother…”

“Brother?” Fu Rangyi frowned and pulled his hand away.

The sudden emptiness in his mouth left Zhu Zhixi a little confused. “Hmm?”

Fu Rangyi wanted to get up, but Zhu Zhixi seemed afraid of being pushed away. He clung to him and wrapped himself around him even more tightly, ending up being carried like a koala.

“No gland?” Zhu Zhixi cupped Fu Rangyi’s face with both hands, his fingers reaching back to rub behind his ear. He gave up, then hugged Fu Rangyi’s neck tightly, his tone a little angry. “Da Zhu lied to me.”

Only then did Fu Rangyi realize his own paranoia. He was really losing it. Zhu Zhixi had a brother. A biological brother. How could he have suddenly forgotten that?

He felt annoyed with himself for this and held the little koala’s back. “I’m sorry, I misunderstood.”

But Zhu Zhixi was only focused on studying the distribution of an Alpha’s glands. He had taken it seriously, thinking there really wasn’t one behind the ear. So he stretched his neck with great effort, biting at the air a distance away from his nape, his teeth clashing with a crisp, almost comical sound.

Fu Rangyi was amused by him. He pinched a small piece of thin flesh on the back of his neck and shook it. “Still want to ‘mark’ me?”

“Yes.”

Fu Rangyi crossed his hands and supported his thighs, threatening him with his words, “Should I put a muzzle on you?”

The audacious Beta became docile at this. “Then no.”

Fu Rangyi hadn’t had enough fun yet and coaxed him, “A muzzle doesn’t hurt when you wear it. It’s just a little heavy.”

“No.” The face buried in his side neck moved over, face to face, rubbing noses. Zhu Zhixi was excessively honest, saying, “If I wear it, I can’t kiss you.”

Fu Rangyi was slightly stunned. After a moment, he leaned in and gently enclosed Zhu Zhixi’s lower lip, giving him a new kiss.

“Not here,” Zhu Zhixi said. “Tired. Let’s go in, lie down.”

Tired of being held? Fu Rangyi wanted to laugh. He asked, “Go in where?”

The demanding drunkard thought for a long time, humming for a long while. Finally, he pressed his forehead against his and said with a smile, “The tent.”

The place where he had “nested” for the first time in his life.

Looking back, Fu Rangyi didn’t know how he ended up in Zhu Zhixi’s room. He was like a walking corpse controlled by pheromones at that time, wandering, wandering, and finally crawling into that tent. It was full of Zhu Zhixi’s clothes, but there was not a single trace of comforting pheromones.

He buried his face in those clothes, sniffing hard like a dog. It didn’t work. Of course, it wouldn’t. Zhu Zhixi was just a Beta. These faint scents seemed to dissolve the anxiety brought by the pheromones, but what was terrible was that it brought greater agitation and emptiness—he could never mark Zhu Zhixi. He could never make him belong only to him.

Revisiting the old place. The small tent was no longer filled with those useless clothes, but with a warm body. The white fluffy carpet was as soft as Zhu Zhixi. He held Zhu Zhixi and lay down on it, like a frozen person finding a hot spring in the cold, unable to move the moment he fell in.

But the person living in the hot spring had long since adapted. Zhu Zhixi mumbled about the heat and inexplicably lifted the hem of his knit shirt. His limbs were clumsy from the alcohol, and it took him a while to take off that black top. Then it was his own hoodie.

Crackle, crackle. It was like setting off small fireworks in the dim tent. It wasn’t until Zhu Zhixi’s wedding ring knocked against Fu Rangyi’s belt buckle that he suddenly woke up from the warm erosion and grabbed his hands.

“What are you doing?”

Faced with this somewhat serious question, Zhu Zhixi seemed a little flustered. Fu Rangyi fumbled for the light in the tent and turned it on. The light spilled down like lemon juice, illuminating the two of them.

Almost subconsciously, Fu Rangyi hid his left arm behind his back.

Zhu Zhixi was only wearing a thin white short-sleeved shirt, a rosy blush on his cheeks. He lowered his head and stammered, “I want to… help you.”

“No need.” Fu Rangyi refused decisively. But the next second, he remembered Zhu Zhixi’s words and softened his tone a lot, touching his hot face. “You don’t need to do this.”

“I need to.” The drunkard was relentless. “It was poking me just now.”

Should I apologize to you then?

Fu Rangyi was very helpless and didn’t want to talk anymore. The drunkard sat there obediently, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

However, the next second.

“Your chest is so big,” the drunkard said surprisingly.

Fu Rangyi was full of confusion and even thought he had misheard.

“I want to touch it,” he said and reached out his hand. Naturally, Fu Rangyi grabbed his wrist.

Zhu Zhixi pouted. “You said you’d give me anything I wanted.”

Fu Rangyi: “…” Is it really necessary to keep a promise to a drunkard?

Forget it.

Zhu Zhixi’s touch was not obscene, more like a child’s curiosity, kneading and pinching. Suddenly, he leaned over and buried his face in it.

His nose bridge pressed against the center seam. He rolled to the left, his cheek touching, then to the right, squeezing the other cheek. Fu Rangyi looked down and could only see a fluffy head rubbing against his chest, which was quite amusing.

It wasn’t until Zhu Zhixi’s lips touched, his tongue instinctively circling, that everything started to lose control.

As he licked, he looked up slightly. His gaze seemed to say: Your heart, I’m going to eat it.

“Zhu Zhixi—” Fu Rangyi frowned and pushed away the bad guy’s bad head, but he instead just straddled him. While kissing, he stripped off the thin shirt that faintly revealed his waistline, tossed it aside, and hugged him face to face.

Their two chests pressed tightly together. The already erect nipples rubbed against the nipple he had just licked.

A numbing electric current shot through his bones. Lust instantly overwhelmed reason. Fu Rangyi grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him forcefully, sucking on his cunning tongue. The dominance of an Alpha could no longer be hidden. He was about to knead Zhu Zhixi into his own body, devouring his lips, tongue, and skin.

“Mmm… I want more…” Zhu Zhixi’s hands fumbled downwards, unbuckling his belt, but his right hand was quickly twisted behind his back, held there by Fu Rangyi’s hand.

Like a small snake hit at its vital point. He writhed his waist unbearably. Unable to move Fu Rangyi’s, he had no choice but to use his only free hand to unbutton his own jeans and pull them down a bit.

The sound of their tongues intertwining filled the tent, the scent of flowers was obscene.

“I want you to touch here…” he said, pulling Fu Rangyi’s hand down, guiding it into his underwear. Only then did Fu Rangyi realize that Zhu Zhixi was already at his limit, wet inside, but only half-hard, probably due to the alcohol. That’s why he was so unbearable.

Fu Rangyi pulled his hand out, his fingertips covered in sticky, slippery body fluid.

“Zhu Zhixi, are you in heat? You’re leaking so much.”

Hearing this, Zhu Zhixi seemed a little anxious and blocked Fu Rangyi’s mouth with his lips.

Fu Rangyi held his waist and directly lifted him off his body, pushing him onto the carpet and pressing down. The tent shook. He pulled the jeans down to Zhu Zhixi’s knees but didn’t immediately act.

“Can I?” he asked seriously. But his voice was hoarse, and he left him lying under him, his fingers pinching his chin. It was more like a wicked flirtation.

Zhu Zhixi was almost out of breath and could only nod. “Mmm…”

The last time they had been this intimate was during the rut. Although he remembered it afterward, the memory was still hazy. Now his mind was clear, and he could clearly and wantonly look at this body.

So he’s so fair, his waist is so thin, his muscles are lean and tight, and his skin has a faint pinkish hue. His nipples are so small, erect, and the color is almost close to the mole on his eyelid, rosy.

He found it amusing. The hand pinching his chin changed places, and the bent knuckle scraped the trembling nipple.

“Mmm…” Zhu Zhixi curled up, turning to the side. His waist was just a thin slice.

It feels like it would break with a single poke.

This thought didn’t last long. Fu Rangyi was overwhelmed by the overflowing scent of flowers from his own body. Zhu Zhixi hummed emptily, mewing like a cat. He woke him up. Fu Rangyi bent down, licking his nipples until they were moist and full, biting them gently, and heard louder gasps. A little satisfied.

And so he moved downwards, licking and kissing Zhu Zhixi’s abdomen. Although his possessiveness was running wild in his mind, he still didn’t leave any marks. Until that mole appeared in his sight.

The mole that Zhu Zhixi had once shown him in the hot water, rubbing it against him.

He still couldn’t resist the temptation. He sucked and kissed that small piece of skin. No one knew about this, no one would see it. He could make a small mark.

He didn’t stay long. Finally, he held the penis that was still dripping with seminal fluid and took it into his mouth, sucking it in and out with great inexperience. This was not something he was good at, but Zhu Zhixi’s reaction was huge, clamping his legs together just like the first time.

Zhu Zhixi let out a random cry, his voice soft and sticky. He pulled out, and as if by muscle memory, he subconsciously circled the pink tip with his tongue, once, twice. Zhu Zhixi immediately gasped for breath, his fingers gripping his shoulders tightly, scratching several times.

“I can’t take it anymore…”