Second World: Nothing Less Than an A+ (NFSW)

Wen Qinxi clutched the quilt on either side of the bed enduring the pain of his scorching skin being nibbled on by Qie Ranzhe. What made it worth it was the streams of indescribable pleasure that came from being licked by that skilled slippery tongue making him involuntary tremble, his omega parts itching to be touched. His curled up toes felt numb his blood running cold with ice cool waves of pleasure striking his hot member as Qie Ranzhe rub aganist him. He desperately wanted to see that majestic haughty beast that had been rubbing aganist his inner thigh but was too embarrassed to ask.

As though the Marshal had read his mind, the alpha carefully undressed him with no hint of shyness but Wen Qinxi was as red as ripe cherries ready for harvest refusing to have Qie Ranzhe take off his black boxer briefs with an outstanding twitching peak that had the Marshal licking his lower lip with lust filled eyes.