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The sweat is dripping down Gao Tu’s brow. He doesn’t bother grabbing the face towel to dry himself off. They’ve been going over the same routine for the same three hours. Honestly if he didn’t get that the subtle changes that made it a better flow he’d have left sooner. Because this was getting ridiculous in his opinion. Considering the reason they were going longer was due to something going on with Shen Wenlang. He’d come half an hour late, jittery, and honestly a little bit too mentally distracted. Which of course had Sheng Shaoyou being more hands on when correcting their moves.
Which normally wouldn’t be a problem. Rationally, Gao Tu’s alpha brain knows that his best friend and bandmate isn’t after his boyfriend but if the lead dancer doesn't stop being so handsy tonight he was going to educate the whole band on who his partner belonged to. His inner alpha snarling as his fellow alpha steps up behind Hua Yong, his hands going to his omega’s hips to get him to sway them in a more smooth motion. Hua Yong laughs at whatever Sheng Shaoyou says too low into Hua Yong’s ear and Gao Tu feels the sharp prick to his gums that his fangs are going to drop. As a s-class alpha the patches for rehearsing aren’t the same grade as the ones for performances. His angry, invasive simmering sage would consume the whole dance studio room if he raged too much.
Gao Tu downs the remaining water in the water bottle he’d been drinking instead of drying off. Not trusting himself to not snarl or growl, he tossed the bottle over to the recycle bin on his way to the bathroom. There was no way he was going to use the one attached to the studio so he made his way to the exit so he could use the bathroom across the hall from them.
In the bathroom, he made sure that the all the stalls were empty before going to the sink. He gripped the cement countertop and was grateful this studio went for the industrial aesthetic, because if it’d been anything else he was certain to have broken it with how hard he was holding on in an attempt to control his anger. Gao Tu reached up, ripping his scent suppressing patch right off, then promptly tossed the patch right into the trash. Immediately the pheromone purifier fans kicked on so the vents would suck all of his scent from what was supposed to be a communal space.
Lost in his thoughts he barely caught the sound of the door opening. Gao Tu lifted his gaze to find his boyfriend leaning back against the door. He watched as Hua Yong locked the door to make sure that they would remain alone. For a second, he couldn’t tear his gaze from the strips of exposed skin in Hua Yong’s workout top and the two finger gap at the top of the fitted jogger; the hint of his butterfly tattoo peeking out made him want to trace it with his tongue. Heaven’s his boyfriend was proof there was a higher power at play.
“Ge.” Hua Yong said softly. He wasn’t blind to the way that his boyfriend had been slowly becoming more agitated as their rehearsal had gone. At first he’d thought it was because of Sheng Wenlang but no, it was amusingly about Sheng Shaoyou touching him. The other alpha had zero interest in him, especially when Sheng Shaoyou was obsessed with Shen Wenlang. Had been since the moment the beta had auditioned. His thoughts shifted back to the agitation and he couldn’t help the grin that formed on his lips. A frustrated Gao Tu made Hua Yong want to push him over the edge. It was rare for the alpha to be this jealous that he had to leave the room and take off his scent patch. The smell of his alpha’s pheromones being so prominent. His inner omega yearning to have all that energy focused on him.
“Leave.” Gao Tu bit out when what he wanted was the opposite.His inner alpha purred as Hua Yong made no movement to listen to him. Instead Hua Yong pushed off the door, sauntering over to him.
“No, thank you, ge.” Hua Yong responded, knowing the answer would rile him up. The mixture of politeness and teasing. He didn’t make it far as he found himself pressed against the mirrored wall of the bathroom. A smirk forming on his lips.
“This is your fault.” Gao Tu breathed against his boyfriend’s lips before roughly claiming his lips. His hand cupped the back of the omega’s head to keep from hitting hard against the mirror.
A shiver of desire went down Hua Yong’s spine at the rough handling. Gao Tu pressed flushed against him to keep him in place. Hua Yong brought his hands to feel Gao Tu’s chest, running his hands up to wrap around his neck. Before he could reach his destination his wrists were firmly gripped then pinned to the glass on either side of his head. Hua Yong whimpered as Gao Tu broke their kiss, chasing those plush lips. Just like earlier he wasn’t successful in getting what he wanted. Hands were lifted, moved to be pinned by one before he was spun around face first into the mirror. Gao Tu’s free hand ripped the scent-suppressing patch, tossing it away from them. Hua Yong’s gasp turned into a moan as the lips that’d been ravishing his own latched onto his scent gland at his nape.
White orchid pheromones poured into his mouth making him want to nestle himself inside of Hua Yong just so that he could always taste him. Was it smart to be doing this in the bathroom at the rehearsal studio? No. But that was for later Gao Tu and Hua Yong. Right now he was going to enjoy devouring his boyfriend. He nipped the swollen gland that earned him a wanton keen from his omega. Gao Tu tugged one handed at the collar of the white fashionably thread barren sweater to get more access to the omega’s spine.
The collar kept riding back up annoying Gao Tu immensely. He finally let go of Hua Yong’s hands, dragging it down his arms to the omega’s shoulders. Gao Tu hooked his fingers on the holes above each shoulder blade, pulling with all his strength. The tattered fabric gave way with a loud rip, exposing Hua Yong’s beautiful back. His hands gripping the rainbow shaded fairy wings as he nipped and licked his way down his omega’s spine.
“Ah, fuck.’ Hua Yong cursed as Gao Tu roughly, tugged at his joggers. The moment his alpha had ruined his top he’d begun leaking slick. He loved this side of his alpha.
“Don’t worry, baby. I will.’ Gao Tu promised, snorting as he realized why Hua Yong had kept his joggers all the way up. The band of said boxers beneath read suck my dick. “Just not right now.” He teased, running his thumb reverently over the stitched phrase before tugging it down just enough for Gao Tu to nip his boyfriend’s perfect cheek then the other. A fresh drip of slick was his reward, one he accepted gleefully with his tongue, shoving the offending boxers down to his ankles. Gao Tu was going to have him with his tongue then take him home and make it so that Hua Yong had to miss tomorrow’s rehearsal. Of course he’d have to be the one to nurse him.
Hua Yong bit his lip trying to hold back the moans of pleasure. His body pressed firmly against the wall by his alpha while also being plundered with Gao Tu’s very skilled tongue. The all too telling tremor ran down his body that he was going to be coming sooner rather than later. He’d hoped earlier when he’d been purposefully making mistakes that it would get to Gao Tu. Sheng Shaoyou being the antagonizer that he is, went along with it so Hua Yong could reap this perfect reward.
When Hua Yong came it made the most delicious mess that Gao Tu enjoyed cleaning with his mouth. The softest whine along with a hand reaching to shove his head away, Gao Tu redressed him gently, rising up to pepper a series of butterfly soft kisses up his spine, pulling him flush against him away from the mirror. His hand cupped Hua Yong’s jaw to turn his head as he pressed a kiss to the shell of Hua Yong’s ear. “Text them that practice is over.” He murmured, knowing by the deeply pleased purr from his boyfriend that he was more than happy to call today’s rehearsal quits.
