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Sitting still is unbearable for a freshly bonded alpha.
His hands itch to take hold of Mingjue's waist, arms tingle to wrap around his frame.
His mind supplies him with thoughts of their lips pressed together as their heavy breaths mingled in the throes of passion during Mingjue's recent heat when they finally became mates.
And yet, even though the last thing he wants to do is to listen to the report about trades, he is forced to remain seated.
The worst, however, is the fact that what he wants is right in front of him, paying close attention to whatever Sect Leader Yao is talking about.
The omega's profile is sharp with his brows furrowed in displeasure and tightly pursed lips.
The same lips that pouted so sweetly when Xichen left for a brief moment to bring wine to moisten Mingjue's throat, hoarse from crying out his pleasure. The same lips that tempt and challenge him with a sly smirk that never fails to bend Xichen to his omega's will.
Suddenly, the room falls silent, which goes unnoticed by Xichen, who remains lost in his thoughts.
Only when hazel, almond-shaped eyes meet his and a dark brow arches at him in a silent question does he realize that everything around him has gone quiet.
A single, careful glance allows him to ascertain that he was indeed being addressed. What for? As shameless as it is, Xichen has no idea.
A brief thought bolts through his mind - Shufu would be so disappointed. Daydreaming about such improper things during an official meeting...
Straightening his spine, Xichen coughs to cover his embarrassment. It doesn't help that his mate is looking at him with a knowing smirk ghosting in the corner of his lips.
Then, much to his mortification, Mingjue leans back and tilts his head just enough to expose the side of his neck. It's enough for his head to go blank and his fangs ache.
It is still littered with bruises Mingjue deliberately hasn’t healed.
Bruises left by him when his mate allowed him to mark him.
Feeling helpless, Xichen turns to Wangji, sitting to his right, for aid.
His brother is already looking at him. There is amusement glistening in his eyes - it might be faint almost nonexistent to others, but he can see it clearly. Wangji knows and is currently having the time of his life when Xichen is panicking.
What a cruel didi he has!
As the silence stretches, the tips of Xichen's ears start to redden. What a disaster!
Finally, as if feeling that Xichen is reaching his limit, Wangji stands up and summarizes this part of the conference, announcing the break shortly after.
Then, gloating in satisfaction, Wangji whispers, "Xiongzhang is welcome," and leaves just like that.
What a mess he's become!
Cultivators passing by throw him concerned glances. Oh, if only they knew that it is not any sort of sickness, unless being madly in love could be considered one!
The truth is that he is utterly and completely bewitched by a gorgeous omega who is currently beckoning him outside.
How could he possibly refuse? Once again, Xichen finds himself bending to the wishes of his beloved mate.
They walk in silence until Mingjue finally breaks it. "He is so full of crap," he says and Xichen has no idea who he is talking about.
"Not that you would know anything about it," his mate continues with a slight twitch to his lips. "The entire time you were too busy staring at me."
"I-" he wants to defend himself, but it's futile. "Forgive me," he says instead, meeting Mingjue's eyes.
Da-ge's lips form a small smile at his admission, but he doesn't say anything else. Instead, his gaze sweeps over their surroundings - they are in the part of Gusu reserved only to disciples.
There is no one here except them at the moment and that seems to be what Mingjue expected.
In a matter of seconds, Xichen feels the air buzzing with energy and, shortly after, he is pressed to the nearest wall with Mingjue's lips brushing over his own, never fully connecting.
"Was my heat not enough for you?" the omega whispers, his breath tickling his jaw. "You had to imagine taking me again with all those people around us?"
Xichen's knees instantly feel weak. Apparently, Mingjue is in the mood to tease him.
"You've got nothing to say? Not denying it, huh?"
Indeed, Xichen is having a very difficult time collecting his thoughts with his omega's scent and warmth surrounding him.
Mingjue leaves a trail of small kisses and nips along Xichen's jaw until he reaches his ear.
"You seemed quite attentive earlier," he purrs. "What changed?"
At some point, Xichen's hands found their way to Mingjue's waist.
Hidden beneath layers of robes and sashes, it might seem thick and muscled, but that's an illusion. Actually, it's narrow, leading to shapely hips, meaty bum and mouth-watering thighs.
His omega is gorgeous and by some impossible stroke of luck, he is the only one who gets to know this.
Tilting his head back to give Mingjue better access to his neck, Xichen groans at particularly harsh suck, "A-Jue."
But Mingjue only hums into his skin, roaming his hands over Xichen's chest.
With a heavy sigh, Xichen slides his hand up and tangles it into the omega's hair, gently pulling him back.
"What should I do with you?" he ponders.
Mingjue's eyes are blown wide, his lips parted in invitation to steal a kiss, which he immediately does.
His breath stutters as he tastes Mingjue for the first time that day.
"A-Jue," he breathes shakily, stealing one last kiss before leaning back. "The things you do to me."
"Yeah?" Mingjue sounds equally breathless, which coaxes a satisfied purr out of his chest.
With one hand still tangled in omega's hair, Xichen raises the other one to swipe over Mingjue's lips, swollen and shiny from their mixed spit.
"I can't focus on anything except you. The way you smell, the way you shift in your seat. I am aware of your every move. You've cast a spell on me, A-Jue."
His palm caresses Mingjue's cheek, who nuzzles further into it and looks at him through his lashes.
"Do you need to be rescued, A-Huan?" The omega asks, the corner of his lips quirking.
He shakes his head before he can answer. "Never. I am the happiest I've ever been, my love."
"So am I, A-Huan."
They linger in the empty hall for a moment longer until they are inevitably interrupted by the break coming to an end.
"Join me in Hanshi for the night?" Xichen's voice is filled with hope as he asks, resting his forehead onto Mingjue's
"Gladly."
Suddenly, with the promise of spending the night with Mingjue, Xichen feels much more inclined and motivated to sit through the entire conference.