Marked by Peach

The sweetness of honey peach and the cool sharpness of mint mingled together, permeating every corner of the living room.

Unlike the last time, with only a vague memory remaining, An Ran was fully conscious as he allowed Gong He to mark him.

Gong He gently kissed the side of his ear, nibbled and sucked at his shoulder, leaving one clear hickey after another.

An Ran felt his body grow strange, his pheromones secreting uncontrollably.

His hands trembled as he clutched the hem of his clothes, trying to hide the marks he had “accidentally” left on Gong He.

Gong He grabbed his hand, wiped it through his own pheromone slick, and then licked his fingertips right in front of An Ran, whispering by his ear, “It tastes like honey peach.”

An Ran was stunned for several seconds before he reacted. His face flushed crimson, and he dared not meet Gong He’s eyes.

His hand was trapped in Gong He’s grip, unable to pull away, so he could only let Gong He guide him in soothing his pheromones.

For the first time, An Ran realized how long Gong He’s four knuckles were.

He sobbed, unable to speak.

Gong He carried him into the bedroom, gently wiping the tear tracks from the corners of his eyes. Looking at the red marks on his neck, Gong He couldn’t help but cover them anew.

An Ran slept soundly, the blush on his face lingering for a long time, his brow still carrying a hint of grievance.

Gong He took off the ill-fitting pants and set them aside. The ripe peach was emitting a sweet, alluring scent. Gong He’s Adam’s apple bobbed, blood surging. He couldn’t resist leaning down to gently lick the honey peach’s sweetness.

In the end, Gong He couldn’t bear to wake him. He simply picked up the ill-fitting pants and walked into the bathroom.