Saving the overbearing CEO

Chapter 123: Second World: First Kiss

Wen Qinxi wanted to ask him how he can possibly remember what they looked like but didn't get the chance as they approached the palace. He quickly got out of the car but immediately staggered in foolish laughter still highly intoxicated. Qie Ranzhe ran over to steady him just in time. He reached out hoping to let the drunk omega lean against his body but Zhao Xieshu did the most unexpected thing. While Qie Ranzhe was inattentive, he jumped in front of him successfully wrapping his legs around his waist while saying, "Ran-ge, l can't walk. Can carry me inside?" as they faced each other.

Qie Ranzhe was stupefied, for the first time in his life be didn't know how to respond to such a situation. This was highly inappropriate but what puzzled him the most was how Zhao Xieshu could act so natural as though contact between them wasn't a foreign thing. He was so glad they were under the dead of the night otherwise it wouldn't end well for the both of them. Qie Ranzhe decided to place his hands under Zhao Xieshu's thighs to secure him but it soon seemed unnecessary as the prince wrapped both his arms around the Marshal's neck. 

"Hope you don't remember this tomorrow otherwise you will be too embarrassed," said Qie Ranzhe with a smile as he walked towards Zhao Xieshu's pavilion as fast as he could. He had no choice but to quicken his pace because the situation was quickly turning dangerous. Under the cool night, his body was gradually heating up with his alpha scent uncontrollably seeping out. If he just moved his face a few inches to the left he would undoubtedly kiss those sweet pink lips dangerously brushing against his neck.

He quickly leaned down on the sofa intending to place Zhao Xieshu there but the omega stubbornly tightened his grip around his neck and waist. This was too much excitement for this alpha with his brown eyes turning dark and bottomless. "Xieshu, let go," he said in a hoarse voice while tagging the prince's arms.

Wen Qinxi seemed to be back in the first world recalling how sweet those lips tasted yearning to have another taste but would this Qie Ranzhe be willing to give it to him? While nervously biting his lower lip summing up the courage to do the unmentionable, Qie Ranzhe asked, "Are you trying to kill me? Let go otherwise you might end up regretting it," in a threatening tone that had little effect on Wen Qinxi.

"Just this once, let me kiss just this once," said Wen Qinxi his entire body numb from the alcohol. His half-lidded eyes were teary his lips slightly parted making this scene so alluring that Qie Ranzhe unknowingly released more of his mask pheromone his eyes drooling over the omega lying beneath him. Zhao Xieshu wasn't releasing his pheromones due to his powerful suppressant but he still had that Marshal entranced leaving him with a burning urge to taste.

"Let go Xieshu. You are drunk and I can't kiss you when you are like this. You probably won't even remember this," he said almost pleading with him but Wen Qinxi was resolute in his decision. He wanted to kiss Qie Ranzhe again just this once.

"I will remember, l promise," said Wen Qinxi drawing him closer effectively catching his prey into his trap, "just this once, okay?"

Coaxed into it, Qie Ranzhe let Zhao Xieshu do as he pleased with him. Wen Qinxi wasn't timid at all kissing and sucking Adam's apple first before taking a nip out of it causing Qie Ranzhe to quiver. "Thi-this isn't what...ah.....we are agreed on," complained Qie Ranzhe with his alpha scent filling the room enjoying the exhilarating feeling.

The Marshal was famous for his ability to restrain himself and his great self-control even when face with omegas who intentionally released their pheromones to seduce him that includes Zhao Huangzhi. His pheromone resistance training accompanied by his self-discipline helped him resist temptation but now all that self-control seemed useless as he fell under Zhao Xieshu's spell and the omega didn't even have to release pheromones to make him lose his mind.

His last shred of defence came crumbling down when he heard the prince say, "Shhh just enjoy. Just this once," in a low voice that caused his scalp to go numb.

Liquor encouraged Wen Qinxi as his lips slowly tracked up Qie Ranzhe's chin then the corner of his lips. "Do you like it?" he whispered but Qie Ranzhe could only respond with a grunt,

"Mn," his eyes shut mediating on Zhao Xieshu's every movement.

Wen Qinxi finally planted his lips invading the Marshal mouth with his unruly tongue teasing the alpha with no hint of bashfulness. Being tormented like this Qie Ranzhe couldn't hold back any longer refusing to be outdone. The tide turned on Wen Qinxi when his chin was gripped hard as the Marshal deepened the kiss in an imposing tyrannical way ravaging his mouth wildly giving Wen Qinxi the illusion of being eaten clean. His body enthusiastically responded to that familiar pleasurable experiences shameless grinding against the Marshal. Qie Ranzhe only let him go when he realised the bulge in his pants was expanding demanding release. They had to stop otherwise things would seriously get out of hand.

Wen Qinxi seemed elated smiling at him with a beaming smile while calming himself down. He really missed Qie Ranzhe. In the first world, they hung out together, touched each other and slept together so often that he had gotten used to it. But ever since he entered the second world he found he couldn't do all those things before which was okay at first but that single touch in the cafe opened up the flood gates and he wanted more of him.

Qie Ranzhe wordlessly stood up and helped the omega to bed before going into the bathroom to splash his face with some cold water. He looked at his sorry figure in the mirror and couldn't help but chortle while licking his lower lip recalling their intimate moment.

"This is good," he said to himself while dampening a hand towel to wipe Zhao Xieshu's flushed face. Strolling out of the bathroom he said, "Now that l have l kissed you l naturally have to take responsibility," leaning down to wipe Zhao Xieshu's blushing face.

"Haha, as long as you wear your uniform the next time l see you, I will accept your proposal," said a highly intoxicated Wen Qinxi enjoying the feeling of being wiped with a warm towel. 

"Wait," said Qie Ranzhe fiddling with his communicator, "I need to record this just in case you try to pull a fast one on me tomorrow."

Wen Qinxi casually chuckled while assuring him, "I won't forget. I am a genius with a high IQ but if you insist I will say it again. I will accept your proposal if you wear your uniform the next time l see you."

Qie Ranzhe was pleased with himself exiting Zhao Xieshu's pavilion as soon as the prince fell asleep. He couldn't wait to visit him once more and claim his prize.