Oneshot of Shen wenlang x Gao tu

Part:5(Alpha mode unlocked)

It started subtly.

Shen Wenlang's heat season wasn't like most alphas-no violent mood swings or full shutdowns. But when it did hit?

His world narrowed.

To one person.

And one scent.

Gao Tu.

Right now, Shen stood at the edge of the kitchen, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, jaw tight, eyes dark-watching.

Gao Tu, unaware (or pretending to be), stood by the counter stirring tea in the softest, loosest white shirt he could find. No bra. No binder.

A dark, damp circle had already formed over his chest.

Milk.

Shen's nostrils flared.

His body tensed.

He couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

Gao Tu turned around slowly. Met those completely unhinged alpha eyes.

"...Don't you dare," he warned.

"I need it."

"No."

"You're leaking." Shen's voice was hoarse now, low and desperate. "You're walking around-dripping-like some forbidden dessert and you expect me to just-?"

He stalked forward. Gao Tu backed up instinctively, but the counter was already behind him.

"Shen-"

"I can smell you," Shen whispered. "The milk. Your heat hormones. It's driving me fucking crazy."

"I'm not even in heat, you are-"

"Exactly," Shen growled, pressing closer. His nose brushed over Gao Tu's neck, inhaling like a man starved. "And you're leaking. You know what that does to me."

"I was making tea," Gao Tu hissed, trying to hold him back with one hand on his chest.

Shen grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the counter. Slowly. Not rough. But firm. Intentional.

"I'll make you tea after," Shen murmured, lips brushing Gao Tu's jaw. "You'll need it."

"Shen-wait-"

But Shen was already sinking down, hands sliding under the shirt, lips brushing over Gao Tu's nipple-hot, slick, desperate.

He groaned the second his mouth found it. Tongue greedy. Hips pressed forward like a man trying not to fall apart.

Gao Tu gasped, back arching. "You're drinking like you're dying."

"I am." Shen's voice was wrecked, milk coating his tongue. "You don't get it-I've been holding back all day-your scent is everywhere-it's in the walls, baby, I can't breathe-"

"Y-you're high off milk-"

"I'm high off you."

Gao Tu finally gave in. Tangled his fingers in Shen's hair. Let him nurse like a hungry alpha pup while whispering, "Easy... there's more... slow down, baby..."

Gao Tu's legs were around Shen's waist now. They were both still half-dressed, slumped on the kitchen floor.

Shen had his head on Gao Tu's chest, lips lazily nuzzling his now oversensitive nipples, milk still faintly leaking from one side.

His eyes were closed, drunk and soft and finally, finally calm.

"You done?" Gao Tu asked weakly, stroking his head.