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Eno stood on two spliced together yoga mats, practising the fighting techniques Martin had taught him with bare feet. Martin taught Eno a set incidentally because he happened to be practising on his own. Eno’s good physical foundation and the fact that he wasn’t stupid made the teaching process quite enjoyable and there were no tragic cases of husband and husband turning against each other.
He hoped that Eno would have the ability to protect himself beyond the changes his genes had brought him, after all, according to Eno’s description, he wasn’t sober when he killed little Kersi, and Martin hoped he wouldn’t make any more irreversible mistakes on impulse. Fortunately, Eno was willing to learn, and he likewise didn’t want to end up in a situation where he was left to fend for himself again.
Martin came in with his glass of water and leaned against the door frame for a moment to watch Eno. Eno had been working out with him intensely for almost a month, but he still hadn’t developed big abs due to the limitations of an Omega figure, but his body was getting more slender and tighter. When he kicked his legs upwards, a tantalising mermaid’s line could be seen peeking out from the hem of his white shirt.
Ever since Martin could see, it was as if he’d brought back the shame he’d thrown into the outer planets and was honestly training with him in his white shirt and black trousers, not pulling out his fluorescent green pants, no matter how much Martin coaxed him to do so. When he turns around, his face is so dignified that he still looks like a noble little aristocrat without expression, but when he smiles, he is so lively and sweet that everyone around him can’t help but laugh.
Noticing that Martin was looking at him, Eno stopped moving and naturally reached out to ask for water, not minding whether he had drunk it or not, and poured half a glass down with his head raised. He had told Martin what had happened to him that day, omitting the part about his crush on Drake and focusing on what Ally had revealed to him, Drake still had to be involved in the end.
Liking someone who is very distant from your life can be explained as an idol or a dream girl or something, and people will laugh at it and pass, no one will take it seriously. But liking someone who had been a real person in your life was a completely different matter, and there was more than a little subtlety to it, especially when he had so blatantly claimed to like Drake. Eno was a little anxious that Martin would hate him for it, but not only did he treat him as well as before, he promised to use his contacts to take him to the capital planet to get help from Grey sometime.
He kept telling himself to cherish his hard-earned Alpha and circled a small patch of ground in his heart, carefully placing Martin in it. Eno put down his glass of water, his thin, pale lips so crystalline and pink from the water stains that you couldn’t help but want to kiss them. It took Martin a moment to resist the urge to take his finished glass of water and place it on the wooden table.
Eno rested for a while and then his mind came back to life, his eyes darting around Martin’s body and finally saying that he wanted to fight him. Martin was interested in teaching him how to fight, so he readily got up, took off his shoes and stood opposite him.
However, Martin only fed Eno three moves, and in just half a minute he dropped him to the ground with a side slam, laughing: “You’re too slow.”
Eno tsked and slowly sat up from his yoga mat. Although Martin didn’t use much force at all, but he was an Alpha after all, and it still hurt to be dropped by him like that. Martin knelt down and rubbed his shoulder blade where he had been hit. Eno was so comfortable that he didn’t want to move, so he lazily lounged beside Martin for a while before getting up to fight him again.
“It’s no use, the difference is too big.” Martin smiled and shook his head, contemplating pulling Nightingale over to be Eno’s sparring partner, “Train on your own first, I’ll get you an assistant coach in a couple of days.”
Eno looked at him searingly, his mind wandering, his eyes bloodshot, and he whispered: “What about this?”
Martin snapped: “You can control it already?”
Eno nodded slightly, jumped up from his yoga mat and said: “Again.”
His speed and strength this time were more than twice as strong as before, but he only lasted a little longer before he was flung to the ground once more by a serious Martin. Martin looked down at him and raised an eyebrow: “Not bad.”
Eno smiled at him, showing two rows of polished teeth. His eyes quickly returned to a nice pale amber colour and he lay on the ground panting heavily, his chest heaving. Martin, in turn, sat down next to him and reached out to pick away his sweat-soaked fringes, revealing a smooth forehead.
“Is your body feeling okay?”
“En en.”
“Just spar with me at home, don’t show it to other people, you know?” Martin laughed and scolded, “Not at all wary, what kind of little idiot are you?”
Eno chuckled twice, still smiling at Martin as if a gloriously warm rose was blooming in early winter.
He was learning to give trust. With a thought, Martin lowered his head very slowly, nose-to-nose with him, their breaths entwined intimately.
Eno’s eyes watered slightly and he slowly closed them. Martin’s lips fell on his, gently taking in a sliver of lip and licking it delicately, then probing into his teeth, tentatively swirling between the tightly closed jaws.
He was easily let in, chasing after Eno’s deft tongue, leaving his mark on every inch of the warm mouth. Occasionally releasing Eno to let him take in a couple of mouthfuls of fresh air, and then he plundered them more voraciously, slurping out watery kisses.
They had obviously done this many times, and it seemed like the first time they had ever kissed so purely, stirring both men’s hearts to a drum. Martin kissed him passionately, suddenly feeling a little amused.
They are obviously two dry rivers, but no matter how they merge together, they will give birth to boundless spring tides.
They kissed intermittently for a long time and each other’s faces were covered in a bright colour. Eno’s hands hooked tightly around his spine, pinching tiny folds in his loose shirt, and he wouldn’t let go when his lips parted.
Martin was also a little embarrassed, and reached out to rub his hair: “Still gonna train?”
A long time later came Eno’s sweet, soft voice from his arms: “Train.”
Eno sat in front of the computer for a few minutes and then Julia’s sweet, pink face appeared across the screen, greeting him sweetly.
“Julia, good evening.”
Julia held out her index finger between her lips and made a fussing gesture of not talking. The girl looked at him seriously for half a day, as if she had discovered a great secret, and said gleefully: “Eno Ge Ge is very happy today!”
Nothing can be hidden from the eyes of a child. Eno smiled openly: “En, very happy.”
Julia raised her innocent little face: “Why ya? Did you have a happy encounter, can you tell Julia about it?” The warm yellow light from the bedroom’s overhead light hit Eno’s face, rendering his expression gentle: “You’re too young, not telling you.” He made a smug face at Julia as he said this, making Julia so angry that she cried out along with his hearty laughter.
Eno finished talking to Julia in a brisk tone, then turned off the computer and went to the bathroom to take a shower. A large amount of rose-scented body wash was applied on his body, exuding a rich and fragrant rose fragrance. After taking a bath in the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, Eno put on a bathrobe and walked into Martin’s bedroom with ease.
Martin had already finished his bath and was sitting on the bed reading a book. He put the book down when he heard the noise and watched with rapt attention as Eno walked over to the bed and lifted the covers to get in, then a lovely bulge bulged out from under the covers, and before long the pink robe was thrown over the bed and Eno’s delicate face peeked out from under the covers.
Without a word Martin, switched off the overhead light, leaving only the two dim bedtime lamps, and lay down with him, but feeling extraordinarily different tonight. It had been a long time since they had done it, for since Martin’s nerve link had been fully repaired, they hadn’t seemed to have a reason to make love anymore.
Ambiguous currents rushed through the air and Martin was about to say something when he suddenly felt a slightly cool hand touch his lower abdomen, cautiously and boldly probing down, slipping a finger in the gap between his underwear and his abs and carefully touching his limp cock. When Martin didn’t respond, Eno simply took hold of the slumbering mass and with a few strokes of his fingertips, teased it up, almost bursting the tight underwear.
As if he had just realised it, Martin reacted by pressing down on Eno’s fidgety hand and dragging it out, yanking off his own underwear in a couple of strokes and turning to press himself against Eno and kiss him. The strong Alpha pheromones came overwhelmingly, so raging that they almost drowned him outright. Eno relaxed his body and hooked his long, slender legs directly around Martin’s lean, powerful waist, a moan of satisfaction spilling from his throat as he rubbed his erect lower body against him.
It was only then that Martin realised he wasn’t wearing any underwear at all, and for a moment he didn’t know what to say. He was so hard just from kissing Eno. Reaching out, he probed Eno’s rear hole with two fingers, and finding it already soaked, he pressed the huge tip against the opening and pushed in inch by inch.
As he was not in heat, even if water comes out from his rear hole, it can’t bear his overly majestic size. Eno grunted in pain, but this time he didn’t hold back as he usually did, because he had confidence in his heart, he looked extra coquettish, and coquettishly groaned at the Alpha: “It hurts.”
The response he received was a gentle kiss from the Alpha. Martin resisted the urge to withdraw from his body and reached in to dilate him with three fingers, while his other hand caressed his chest, grabbing one nipple and rubbing it slowly. Amazing heat came from everywhere Martin’s hand touched, which poured into his lower body continuously, and Eno was so hard and his rear hole so wet that it sucked stickily at Martin’s fingers and wouldn’t let him go.
It was only when Eno’s voice sounded less painful that Martin withdrew his finger and held his own fleshy stalk as he eased it in. Eno’s legs suddenly hooked tight, hanging firmly on him, passionate and clinging. Martin turned back to kiss him, and the moment his lips touched, his lower body began to thrust, the huge column grinding heavily against Eno’s sensitive spot with each stroke, bringing out sweet moans of unbridled eroticism from the Omega.
Eno was really good at screaming, and every sound that hit Martin’s eardrums was like an aphrodisiac, stirring him to deeper lust. “You’re so big.” He pressed against Martin’s ear and let out a contented and intoxicated whisper, “Like it…like it so much.”
Martin was about to lose his mind to him and simply sealed the next moan he was about to utter with his mouth, reflecting his feelings in his actions. The connection between the two men was slick with water, the hot giant pulling out bringing out the sweet red flesh of their pits and thrusting in with relentless gestures, each impact rewarding Omega with a soft, seductive snort. Martin was almost driven crazy by him, ramming into him without a care in the world. The feeling of his body being filled was so satisfying that even the pain turned into an electric current that pulsed through his nerves, giving him endless pleasure, and it was in the nature of the Omega to chase the pleasure the Alpha gave him, and Eno was so engrossed in the lust Martin was giving him that his bottom involuntarily gushed out lewd fluid again, blocking the narrow canal and making humiliating watery noises as he pushed against it.
His face was as red as a blooming flower, so tainted with lust that he couldn’t tell whether he was ashamed or pleased, only that he wanted his own pleasure and that the Alpha on top of him was also feeling pleasure. The highly heated flesh of his rear hole lapped tirelessly at the stalk, even his front spilling a few pathetic drops of clear fluid, screaming with pleasure when Martin’s squeezed it, his rear hole shaking and gushing fluid again.
He was completely different from Martin’s innocent and forbearing appearance when he had his first erotic dream, but he was more mature and attractive, full of deadly charm. Martin kept thrusting his lower body like a pile driver, watching the teardrops spill from the corners of Eno’s eyes, only to lick them away gently, not letting go of the Omega who was driven to the brink of collapse by his lust, and teasing him contentedly: “Do you like it even when I bully you like this?”
“Like…like.”
Martin was suddenly stunned as Eno hooked his neck urgently around Martin’s, asking him affectionately for comfort: “En…you fuck me more…I like it.”
He just kept murmuring ‘like’, as if he was pouring out some kind of heartfelt message. But Martin’s eyes were red and he kissed him fiercely, a faint scent of blood between his lips and teeth. He fucked him with such force that Eno could not hook his long, crashing to the bed, and then he pulled him back by the waist, confining him to the bed to withstand his relentless thrusts. Tears welled up from the corners of Eno’s eyes as a sudden, deadly spasm shot through his rear end and thick, cloudy semen shot out of his front end, hitting Martin in the lower abdomen. Martin slowed his movements and leaned down to tend to Eno’s other nipple, licking it until it was swollen, red and hard as a rock.
Eno was so uncomfortable that he twisted his waist and wanted to hide, but he couldn’t dodge at all. His lower body quickly straightened up again, poking straight at Martin’s solid abdominal muscles. The Alpha’s physique was like the devil’s and he’d gotten back into shape in less than a month. Although Martin said it was nowhere near the level he had been at before the crash, it was enough to make Eno envious as hell. He greedily reached out to touch Martin’s abs and before he could get enough Martin caught and took them out, placing them to his lips for a gentle, soft kiss.
His lower body pushed against his rear hole wistfully and he said against Eno’s ear, “You have so much water. I like it too.”
Eno’s eyes were extremely red, and there was a lewd and gorgeous red line at the end of his eyes, which only made people want to bully him even more. He stared blankly at Martin, suddenly hooked his neck and kissed him loudly on the cheek, then pulled the pillow over his head, unwilling to come out no matter how much he coaxed him.
Knowing he was rarely shy, Martin let out a thick chuckle from his chest and couldn’t stop dropping hot kisses on Eno. He resumed his previous thrusting frequency, even faster, and Eno was so pleased that he couldn’t stand it and threw the pillow away himself to came up and kiss him.
He was being bullied so miserably by his evil self, yet he still came to embrace him, like a man in the water clutching at the only driftwood. It was as if by physically holding on to him, two distant hearts could lean together and never be separated again. Martin’s heart was full of sour emotions and he kissed him back with his passionate lips, thrusting his lower body dozens of times and ejaculating a huge amount of thick semen.
Eno was still reeling from the horrific aftermath of the madness when Martin maintained the posture of the two men connected and picked him up, going into the bathroom to give them both a bath. He didn’t pull out until he had Eno under the shower, a large amount of lewd fluid mixed with milky white semen trickled out from the hole, and flowed all the way to the ground along the white and slender legs.
Eno’s consciousness had been shaken by his lust and he was panting heavily against the cold wall of the bathroom, but instead of the warm stream of water he had expected, he waited for the Alpha’s thickening stalk. Martin thrust in again, spreading Eno’s legs apart, hugged him to fuck, and went to the mirror to coax Eno to look up.
Eno just looked at it and squeezed his eyes shut, but his rear hole unconsciously tightened a few more times. He was fucked all over into a beautiful, attractive pink, except for the swollen, red nubs of his chest, his enamoured appearance was more beautiful than a rose. Martin didn’t push him any further and finally fucked him until he couldn’t ejaculate anything but a few drops of yellowish fluid and even his moans were pitifully hoarse before he was content to let go, cleaned him up and carried him back to the bed, into his arms.
They had been doing it for far too long, and Eno was so tired that he couldn’t keep his eyelids open, squeezing Martin’s upturned ass indignantly with no strength at all. “Mine’s too hard to feel good.” Martin said amused, “Yours is the soft one.”
Eno grunted lazily and rubbed against his arms, finding a comfortable position to lie in and letting out a steady, even breath. Martin rubbed his hair uncontrollably with the palm of his hand, suddenly thinking of another way to use his pheromones.
With a certain amount of trepidation he bit onto Eno’s glands and poured a large amount of pheromone into his body to calm the Omega. Then he mobilised the majestic suppressive power of the pheromones and asked him gently and irresistibly: “Baobei1a term of endearment meaning baby, not the literal baby, Who do you like?”
Eno suddenly struggled in his dream, resisting with such force that Martin could barely suppress it. Martin asked again with even more force and saw tears rolling down from the corners of Eno’s eyes.
Many, many years ago, little Kersi had used pheromones to force him into bed like that, and it had sent him into untold misery ever since. But if it happened again, the answer in his heart would still not have changed.
He eventually let out a whimpering sob under the torment of pheromones: “……Drake.”
Martin’s expression was a little subtly melancholic as he kissed him on the nape of his neck and asked again: “Since when did you like him?”
“……Twelve years old.”
Eno’s groggy brain suddenly became so flustered that he actually wanted to say that if Martin had just given him a little more time, a little more time, he might have actually stopped liking Drake. He was really sad, Martin must be so disappointed in him, would he not like himself too?
Yet he couldn’t say anything as Martin stopped the pheromone infusion and Eno’s consciousness plunged back into the infinite depths of the ocean, falling into a deep sleep in the ebb and flow of the tide. The misty dream world, which had just been turbulent, became warm and calm once more, soothing the restlessness of his mind gently.
Martin let go of the back of his neck and took Eno back into his arms, his heart sweet and sour, unable to tell what he felt.
What Eno had said were all true, it turns out that Eno had really liked him so much, had liked him for so long. What was going through Eno’s mind when he was in love with Lea? He was so sensitive and affectionate, he must have cried quietly on countless nights.
But if everything was done over again, nothing would change. Drake would never have liked the Eno as a teenager and would never have been able to stop himself from falling in love with the Eno now. The pain and hatred had made them both different from when they were young, yet it was the only way they could love each other. But luckily it wasn’t too late and they could still spend the rest of their lives together.
Martin let out a long sigh and wrapped his arms tighter around Eno.
“Drake likes you too, good boy.”
melon: Although I’m happy that Drake now knows that Eno has liked him for so long, I hate his means of getting the info. ☹️
