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Between his father's illness, his step-brother's corruption scandal, on top of trying to figure out his feelings for Hua Yong who has apparently been in love with him for a decade and a half (and who isn't actually an Omega), Sheng Shaoyou had enough on his plate without Hua Yong adding to his pot of problems. But of course Hua Yong had to suggest, no, demand to be his secretary to protect him around the clock. Sheng Shaoyou knew for a rational fact that the Enigma was power personified with his superior physical abilities and dominant pheromones, even before considering Hua Yong's influence as the owner of X corporation. But him, an S-Class Alpha needing protection? It should feel insulting, and yet Sheng Shaoyou only registers a fond annoyance for the Enigma. The Enigma who was currently lying in his bed, breathing in Sheng Shaoyou's used towel like it was the last oxygen tank in space.
"Being my secretary means my word is your command." Sheng Shaoyou says, moving towards Hua Yong on the bed. "When I tell you to go one way, you can only do so until I say otherwise. Can you do that?"
"Of course! I'm the best at listening to Mr. Sheng." Hua Yong drops the towel and exchanges it for Sheng Shaoyou's hand. His gaze is so intensely filled with devotion that Shaoyou breaks away from it, but his lips curl up, betraying him.
"Does Mr. Sheng like it when I'm obedient?"
Sheng Shaoyou's momentarily distracted by his unfairly long lashes. He simply nods, eyes drifting down to Hua Yong's red mouth. As if he could hear his thoughts, Hua Yong leans in and whispers.
"Can I kiss you, Mr. Sheng?"
Sheng Shaoyou rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance. "No."
He watches as Hua Yong puts on a pretty show of pouting, finding himself unable to resist the younger man.
Screw it.
He pulls Hua Yong in, and the other lets out a surprised noise before sipping Shaoyou up like his favourite liquor.
A week later and true to his word, Hua Yong was around him 24/7 for his ‘protection’. Every day they would wake up together, have breakfast, head to Shengfang, break for lunch, and drive home together when the day was done. It felt like it was always meant to be this way. Sheng Shaoyou finds himself enjoying the gradual routine they were building and despite what he says out loud, Hua Yong's presence in his life was starting to feel natural.
Today was a rare evening where Hua Yong wasn't with him for the last meeting of the day, citing an important call from his own executive board. At times like this, Shaoyou feels a tinge of guilt at how much time and energy Hua Yong was investing to be around him full-time. The younger man was alone in a foreign country nonetheless. He picks up a strawberry cake at Hua Yong's favourite bakery on their way home, rolling his eyes when Chen Pinming hands over the box with a knowing grin.
Sheng Shaoyou is greeted by a mouth-watering aroma when he walks into the apartment. Hua Yong must've spent all afternoon cooking up something for him again, using the call as an excuse. The Enigma knew that the way to Shaoyou's heart was through his stomach, and took full advantage of that. Sheng Shaoyou shakes his head fondly. What kind of dish Hua Yong has prepared this time, for it to take the entire afternoon?
He makes his way to the kitchen before freezing at the door, jaw dropping at the sight before him.
"Oh! Welcome back, Mr. Sheng. Just give me a second." Hua Yong says as he turns the stove off, turning around.
"Hua Yong, you...what on earth are you wearing?"
Sheng Shaoyou barely manages to put the cake down properly. He feels his brain short-circuiting, neurons going up into smoke as he takes in Hua Yong. This Hua Yong who was, if his eyes and brain were registering correctly, wearing a maid dress.
"This? I was at a shop today and the sales girl said this was a bestseller for Omegas and Betas. She said that my Alpha would love how obedient I'd look in this." The Enigma says, head cocked innocently to the side.
Perhaps it was due to the many lies that Hua Yong fed him about being an Omega, or perhaps it was due to Hua Yong being the prettiest man he'd ever seen, but the outfit looked strangely natural on him. There's a sweetheart neckline that gives the illusion of a chest, the white and black colours bringing out Hua Yong's creamy skin even more than usual. The halter neck showed off Hua Yong's angular shoulders and pale back, and the sewn-in apron cinched his already tiny waist perfectly. Shaoyou feels the urge to eat him up whole. The dress made it look like the Enigma had an hourglass figure, and Shaoyou finds himself tracing his gaze down the other's legs before coming back to his senses.
He deflects from his own embarrassment by glaring at Hua Yong, words spilling out faster than he could think.
"Back trying to trick me again? You're not even an Omega, why would you want to look obedient? I know all your tactics by now."
"Mr. Sheng said he likes it when I listen well to him, did he not?"
Oh.
Sheng Shaoyou wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Of course Hua Yong would take their conversation and run with it, pulling all sorts of tricks to please him. But he also feels a pinch in his chest at Hua Yong's desperation, with how he'd been trying to hard to meet Sheng Shaoyou's expectation of what their relationship would've looked like if Hua Yong was an omega. If Hua Yong was what he said he was from the very beginning, he thinks. Sheng Shaoyou still needed time to accept their newfound Enigma-Alpha dynamic, but he hadn't realized how it might gave Hua Yong an added sense of insecurity, after all the many (rightful) reasons Shaoyou had to reject his advances.
"Mr. Sheng? Are you alright? " Hua Yong steps forward, brows furrowing as he places the back of his hand against Sheng Shaoyou's forehead. "You're heating up. Let me get you some—"
"Hua Yong."
"Yes?"
"What kind of 'shop' did you even go to?" Sheng Shaoyou huffs, swatting Hua Yong's hands away. "Don't waste your money on such ridiculous things."
"Oh...does Mr. Sheng not like this? I spent all afternoon preparing." The Enigma visibly deflates, face flushing as his hands tighten around the dress hem. The scent of orchids slightly wilt in the air. Hua Yong is so unbelievably pretty looking all dejected and pouty, so much so that Sheng Shaoyou willingly pushes his ego squarely to the side again.
“I, I didn't say that." He mumbles. "It's pretty."
"Oh? Really?" The scent of orchids return, even sweeter than usual. True to his nature, Hua Yong immediately pounces when he senses the alpha lowering his defences. He inches closer, angling his gaze upwards at Sheng Shaoyou, as his hands pretend to adjust the neckline of the dress.
"What does Mr. Sheng find pretty? Only the outfit?"
Sheng Shaoyou answers indirectly, avoiding Hua Yong's eyes. "All of it."
Hua Yong presses him against the counter, catching his mouth in a gentle kiss. Sheng Shaoyou still does not understand how Hua Yong could be such a good kisser when he was supposed to be the Enigma's one and only partner. Feeling irrationally jealous, he deepens their kiss, bites Hua Yong's upper lip in a way that would leave a mark tomorrow. Hua Yong hums, willingly giving him access as Sheng Shaoyou wraps his arms around the younger's neck, stroking the soft skin there. The halter neckline perfectly showed off Hua Yong's lithe muscles and angles that were usually hidden under sweaters and silk shirts.
Suddenly, Sheng Shaoyou realizes why he's thrown off by the situation.
"Wait." The Alpha breaks away, holding Hua Yong by his shoulders to keep him at a distance. "You don't need to do this to please me, Hua Yong."
"Mr. Sheng—"
"—you don't need to act like an Omega around me. I might have an Alpha's ego, but it's not so fragile to want you to go against your nature." Sheng Shaoyou feels Hua Yong's body stiffen, the Enigma immediately pulling Sheng Shaoyou tightly into his arms.
"Mr. Sheng, let me know what I can change, I'll do whatever you say, please—"
Sheng Shaoyou pushes him back again at arms length, holding him there before saying in a placating tone. "That's not what I meant."
"Mr. Sheng, please don't leave me."
"Hua Yong, I'm not leaving you." He gears up mentally for the next bit. "I just meant that you don't need to disguise or weaken yourself in front of me. I like Hua Yong the person, not Hua Yong the Omega. Well, I might have, at one point. But not now."
He watches as Hua Yong takes in the words, worried eyes slowly brightening again as he leans forward for another peck, hugging Sheng Shaoyou even tighter. "Mr. Sheng is always so considerate and kind to the people around him. As expected of my Mr. Sheng."
"But what makes you think I'm weakening myself by wearing this?"
Hua Yong's tone is gentle, but Sheng Shaoyou senses the sly provocation underneath. He swears the Enigma's eyes gleam red for the slightest of a millisecond.
"I...you said, at the shop, it was a bestseller for Omegas and Betas..."
"And? I bought this to please my Alpha, which you are, are you not?" Hua Yong kisses down Sheng Shaoyou's collarbone and up his neck. He licks at the alpha's scent gland and releases his own pheromones, a hand snaking down the older man's torso. "Besides, as if any Omega or Beta can please Mr. Sheng better than me."
The smell of orchids intensify in the kitchen and Sheng Shaoyou feels himself lured into a familiar haze, hungry for Hua Yong's touch.
"Let me please you, Mr. Sheng."
Sheng Shaoyou groans when Hua Yong palms him through his suit pants. He chases the friction, bucking his hips into air when Hua Yong pulls his hand away just in time, smirking. "Mr. Sheng is sensitive as always."
"Mr. Sheng doesn't have to worry about me being forced against my nature. Pleasing Mr. Sheng is my nature." The Enigma whispers, removing Sheng Shaoyou's belt and pulling his trousers down, before hoisting him up onto the counter. Sheng Shaoyou's thighs are pushed apart with both his hands. He feels laid out on a silver platter for the other man. It's a feeling that might have repulsed him with previous partners, but he's grown to crave it with Hua Yong. Sheng Shaoyou leans back further on the counter until he realizes his right hand was covered in cream.
“Shit, I bought this cake from your favourite spot. Was gonna be dessert.” He gestures at the flattened box behind him.
Hua Yong dives forward before Sheng Shaoyou could react, tongue dipping around his knuckles and sucking gently to clean up the cream. It’s a terribly lewd sight coupled with the outfit and Sheng Shaoyou couldn’t resist pushing his fingers deeper into Hua Yong’s mouth. His dick throbs when Hua Yong practically deep throats his fingers, all without breaking eye contact. Sheng Shaoyou's so focused on Hua Yong's mouth that he doesn't notice the other's hand sliding under his boxer briefs. A moan slips out of him as Hua Yong strokes him in time with his tongue. He's almost about to come when the younger man pulls off from Shaoyou’s fingers and lets go of his dick.
"What—I was close, Hua Yong!"
"But I'm not done tasting, and Mr. Sheng went through all the trouble to buy this for me."
Hua Yong dips his own fingers into the ruined cake. Sheng Shaoyou shivers as whipped cream is spread across his exposed thighs, too turned on to protest or push Hua Yong away. Somehow, even under these circumstances, he's still hyper-focused on how Hua Yong looks in that stupid dress. Is he wearing anything underneath? Is he wearing matching underwear, or briefs, or? Sheng Shaoyou stares, unsure of what answer he wants. Noticing his gaze, Hua Yong chuckles, leaning in to kiss him before turning back to Sheng Shaoyou's legs.
"Mr. Sheng always had a weakness for pretty things. But Mr. Sheng is the prettiest to me. Especially here.”
Hua Yong whispers against his thigh as he looks up at Sheng Shaoyou in worship. His tongue traces upwards in small kitten licks and open mouth kisses, licking up the cream in such a torturous pace that Sheng Shaoyou buries both hands in his hair to pull him towards where his dick badly needed attention. Not one to deny his Alpha, Hua Yong takes Sheng Shaoyou into his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive head in a slow rhythm as he hollows his mouth. Sheng Shaoyou pulls his hair tighter, pushing himself so deep into Hua Yong's mouth that he feels himself hitting the back of the Enigma's throat. Hua Yong groans softly around his dick and Sheng Shaoyou moans at the sensation. He thrusts again past Hua Yong's gag reflex, savouring each delicious motion as he feels himself getting close once more.
"Fuck, Hua Yong, I'm coming, pull off, pull—ah, fuck..."
Hua Yong holds him in place, not letting him move away as he comes down his throat. Sheng Shaoyou lies back on the counter, the post-orgasm bliss briefly washing over him before he sits up.
“Hua Yong, you said you were going to please me.” Sheng Shaoyou feigns annoyance. He pulls Hua Yong up against him again. “That’s all you got?”
“I'll do whatever Mr. She—“
“Say my name.”
“Shaoyou. My Shaoyou.” Hua Yong whispers against his neck.
The Alpha nudges his knee against Hua Yong’s erection, smirking when Hua Yong bites back a groan.
“You'll do whatever I say, huh?”
"I-,"
"Lift up your skirt for me, Hua Yong."
Hua Yong obeys, and Sheng Shaoyou finds himself fighting back a moan because he's wearing nothing underneath the dress. It's obscene, the way Hua Yong's pretty cock is leaking against his stomach. Experienced at catching prey, the Alpha resists the urge to touch. Instead he leans back further, pushing his knee more roughly against Hua Yong's erection, enjoying how the other just takes it, hands preoccupied with lifting his skirt up. The prettiest blush grows on Hua Yong's face but he keeps his gaze focused on meeting Sheng Shaoyou's, as if he's on some mission to prove his faithfulness to a god. His dick is so red that it looks painful, and Sheng Shaoyou feels his own dominant nature preening at how Hua Yong was letting him do whatever he wished.
"Hmm, you do listen well."
Sheng Shaoyou doesn't miss the way Hua Yong's breath hitches at the praise.
"Oh, you like being good for me?" Sheng Shaoyou whispers, tone lowering. He sits up and pulls Hua Yong in for a kiss, a sly hand winding around his neck to pull the dress loose. "I want to watch you."
Hua Yong looks at him with watery eyes. Sheng Shaoyou watches the Enigma fight and lose the battle against himself, humming in approval when the other begins to thrust against his knee. Quiet groans slip out as Hua Yong chases his pleasure, starved cock finally getting some friction. He's pink all over when the halter neck of the dress unravels, the front slowly falling down Hua Yong's chest as he scrambles to hold all the fabric up. The dress falls to the floor as Hua Yong pins his arms around Sheng Shaoyou's hips instead, and the Alpha watches the younger man moan with each forward motion. Sheng Shaoyou's possessive side delights in how he was the Enigma's first everything. No one could have him like this. All of this, just for me.
At this point, Sheng Shaoyou's knee is glistening with precome. Unable to resist, he begins stroking his own cock in time with Hua Yong's hips. But Hua Yong suddenly stops, the Enigma gripping the base of his dick to stop himself from coming. He leans in, breathing in Sheng Shaoyou's scent as he whines desperately.
"Mr. Sheng, can you let me inside you now?"
The Alpha doesn't answer with words. Instead, he pulls himself down from the counter and unbuttons his shirt fully, dropping it to the floor as an invitation. Hua Yong's a tamed beast finally given permission. He yanks Sheng Shaoyou in for a bruising kiss, hungry for his reward, before mouthing down his chest. Within a second, Shaoyou's flipped around and pressed down hard on the marble. Fucking Enigma strength. A long finger traces his entrance, and he groans at the anticipation of being filled.
"Mr. Sheng's already so wet here...it's so pink." Hua Yong mutters.
Sheng Shaoyou's past feeling embarrassed at this point and simply pushes his ass further into Hua Yong's hand. He jolts when two thick fingers press into him, still overly sensitive from his first orgasm. Every touch against his walls felt like he was being dragged between heaven and hell as Hua Yong stretched him out, and Sheng Shaoyou can't stop his hips from moving against the other's hand.
"G-get on with it, will you?"
"Just a little bit more." Hua Yong coos, one hand fingering him and the other pressed squarely down on his back to stop him from squirming.
“Hua Yong, I'm not an Omega. I won't break. Now fuck me already.” Sheng Shaoyou growls. He hated being treated like glass. "I swear if you don't get inside me now, I--"
The provocation works a bit too well. He's cut off when Hua Yong slides in with one smooth thrust and they groan in unison, the tight heat between them clouding any rational thought. Hua Yong feels so perfect filling him up, and he can't help but tighten around his cock, sucking him in deeper. He moans when Hua Yong adjusts the angle to hit the spot, hips slowly losing control as he buries himself to the hilt each time.
"Mr. Sheng is so beautiful." Hua Yong leaves small bites around his scent gland. The Enigma licks up to his ears as his hands wander play with the Alpha's neglected chest. He yelps when Hua Yong twists a poor nipple, rubbing the nub between his thumb and index fingers. Hua Yong continues his ministrations on the other side in time with his thrusts. He feels like a doll being played with whenever Hua Yong asserts his physical strength over him like this, yet he can't help but submit to his desires. If it was anyone else doing this to him he'd feel utterly humiliated as an Alpha. Hell, he'd make sure that person would never see the light of day ever again. But Hua Yong wasn't anyone. The Enigma was his, and his alone.
"I'm—"
He surprises himself when he comes. Spurts of white spill on the counter as he holds Hua Yong tightly against him, shaking from his second orgasm of the night. Hua Yong slows down, stroking the back of Sheng Shaoyou's neck as he releases calming pheromones in the air. He's about to pull out when Sheng Shaoyou tightens around him again, turning back to look at him with watery eyes.
"In me."
Hua Yong's eyes flash red and Sheng Shaoyou groans weakly when he thrusts into him again. Lucky for him, Hua Yong's considerate enough to avoid his prostate, knowing he's still overly stimulated. Still, he's so sensitive that each thrust sends electricity up his spine, and Hua Yong feels even bigger inside him than usual. Finally, he recognizes the rhythm that Hua Yong falls into when he's close. He clenches around the Enigma to bring him to climax, the other breathing 'Shaoyou' over and over again as he comes inside him.
They're basking in the afterglow in the bath, Shaoyou's back against Hua Yong's chest, when the Alpha feels the need to clear the air again.
"Hua Yong. You said that I'm the only one you'd ever need, right?"
The Enigma nods, nose tickling the back of Sheng Shaoyou's ear.
"And that you love everything about me, right?"
"Well, except for—"
"—I know." Shaoyou grumbles. "What I'm saying is, it's the same for me."
"So...Mr. Sheng...didn't like the dress?"
The Alpha doesn't even have to look to know the other was pouting behind him.
"I—that isn't the point!" Shaoyou feels his face flushing. "You're hopeless sometimes, I swear."
"Does Mr. Sheng want to wear it next time then? As my exclusive Omega?"
"What next time?!"