Lanzhan finds himself in need of an Omega when his Nie Country visa application is denied and he's threatened with deportation. His quiet assistant, Weiying, just so happens to have dual citizenship. The problem? Making sure their romance is believa...
After they ate, they returned to the house so that they could get changed and head down to the beach. Weiying found a cute beachwear and matching coverup in one of his suitcases, and he went into the bathroom to dress while Lanzhan changed in the bedroom.
When he emerged, he was momentarily stunned by Lanzhan, clad in a pair of swim trunks. he’d always known that he was in good shape, wiry and well-muscled, but knowing it and seeing it were two very different things. he quickly took in the sculpted planes of his chest, the toned muscles of his arms and shoulders and the defined abdomen with its attractive vee line and a thin trail of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of his trunks.
Weiying swallowed hard as desire pooled hotly in his lower belly, and he forced himself to look at his face. The corner of his lips pulled up, and Weiying knew that he knew he’d been impressed by what he had seen.
“Are you ready to go?” Lanzhan asked him, his smirk never wavering.
“Let’s go,” he said, his cheeks warming with a blush.
They left the house once more, walking hand-in-hand down the sand to the beach. Thime was a warm breeze that smelled of sea salt, and the sea was calm, lapping lazily against the white sand. Weiying hed him coverup and sandals, leaving them by a piece of driftwood. He caught the way that Lanzhan appraised the revealing beachwear, and he threw him a smirk over his shoulder as he made his way to the water.
The waves licked at his ankles, warm and tantalizing, and soon Weiying was splashing headlong into the surf, giggling like a child. Once he was waist-deep, he dove in. he propelled himself deeper through the calm waters and broke the surface two dozen feet from the shore. Lanzhan was still standing on the sand, and even from the distance he could see his mirth.
Weiying waved a hand in his direction. “Get in here! The water feels amazing .”
Lanzhan shook his head before he walked into the water. Weiying swam back towards him, feeling giddy and elated. him feet touched the silty bottom and he walked the remaining distance to Lanzhan, who had made it in up to his waist. Weiying stopped in front of him, him eyes taking in his bare chest before he met his gaze. The corner of his lips twitched.
“I know we’ve done this ass-backwards,” Lanzhan said slowly. “I mean, we’re fucking married. But you have feelings for me, and I have feelings for you. We’ve been pretending for weeks...so why don’t we just...make it legitimate?”
Weiying swallowed. “Legitimate.”
“Yeah.” Lanzhan reached up and tucked a flyaway lock of hair behind him ear, his fingertips lingering along him jaw. “So just...however you feel, act on it. If you want to kiss me, kiss me. If you want to touch me, touch me. And...I’ll do the same. Okay?”
Weiying nodded. “Okay.”
He peeked up at him hesitantly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Then he reached up haltingly, and slid his arms around his lean waist, stepping closer to him. Lanzhan smiled down at him as he rested one warm hand on his hip, thumbing the thin strap of his bottom in a way that sent him heart thrumming in his chest and heat pooling low in his belly. He brought his other hand up to cup his chin, tilting his head so he could lean down and press his mouth against his.
Weiying melted into him, him fingers digging into the firm muscle across his lower back. His tongue traced the seam of him lips and Weiying opened him mouth to him, allowing his tongue to pass him lips. The hand on him hip slid around to the small of him back, pulling him against him. he inhaled sharply when he felt his hardening erection pressing against him thigh, and heat sparked between him legs. His fingers dared to graze the waistband of his before exploring lower, until he cupped his bottom, squeezing it lightly. Weiying let out a soft moan, and he captured the sound on his tongue.
Lanzhan could feel the desire coiling hotly in his belly. He wanted him; had wanted him for weeks. Now he could dare to touch him in ways he had only dreamed of, and if he wanted, he could have him. He massaged his rear gently as he allowed his other hand to slim down his neck and across his delicate collarbone. He slipped one finger beneath the thin strap of his top, that tiny, teasing cloth that showed just enough of his skin to get him hot, and ran down his skin until he reached the end of the strap.
He broke their kiss and looked down at him. him pupils were blown wide and him eyelids were hooded. He could see the desire there. He wanted him too.
“Do you want to go back to the house?” he asked softly, his hand still kneading him rear.
Weiying slid his hands around to his front and up his chest, fingers skimming the planes of his chest, until he linked his hands around his neck and leaned up to kiss him earnestly. Lanzhan felt his cock harden in response, and he bit back a groan.
he pulled back just far enough to whisper against his lips, “ Yes .”
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