Hu Yetao woke with a start, and for one terrifying moment thought he was trapped in a room full of Fiendfyre.
He sat up with a loud gasp, beads of sweat running in rivulets down his forehead and temples, the back of his pajama top was soaked through and sticking to his skin.
He was so incredibly hot and the room spun around him as his eyes attempted to focus.
He quickly began to unbutton his sodden pajamas, his fingers flying over the buttons and then ripping the garment off and throwing it to the ground. The rest of his clothes soon followed until he was naked on the bed, chest heaving.
He dropped his head into his hands with a muted moan as the heat continued to lick up his chest. His face felt as though it was on fire and his hair was plastered to his scalp with sweat.
He was thirsty, and he suddenly remembered Chen's Cooling Potion. He quickly stumbled out of bed and over to the cabinet. He uncorked the pale blue potion and downed it all as quickly as possible, barely managing to not choke in his haste. The liquid was cool on his tongue and he could feel it running down his throat and into his stomach, leaving a trail of refreshing iciness in its wake. The cool stone floor on his bare feet also seemed to help ease the intensity of the burning.
It only took about twenty seconds for the unbearable heat to diminish a bit and He exhaled shakily, leaning against the wall and willing his initial panic to recede.
He swallowed and ran a hand through his damp hair. Now that he didn't feel as though he was about to spontaneously combust, some of the other signs of his heat slowly began to surface. Namely the fact that he had a raging hard-on.
As soon as he became conscious of this fact, he could think of little else. His body was thrumming with a simmering heat and his groin was positively throbbing; aching with the need to be touched.
He felt as though if he didn't cum soon he would die.
He dropped a hand to wrap around his stiff cock and his knees nearly buckled at the intense pleasure. He leaned back against the wall and began to stroke, eyes falling closed as his free hand began to run over his naked body, tweaking his peaked and sensitive nipples and then running down his chest and stomach to lightly squeeze his bollocks.
He opened his eyes when his exploring fingers suddenly touched upon something wet. He reached around behind himself and moaned under his breath as his fingers caressed his hole, which was oddly loose and wet, the warm fluid dripping out as he tentatively pressed the tip of his index finger inside.
He moaned loudly, wantonly, as his finger pushed all the way in and his other hand continued to firmly stroke his aching cock. It was awkward attempting to do both at the same time, but the sensation was mind-blowing.
His breath hitched and suddenly he was cuming; toes curling against the floor as he spurted out over his fist.
He withdrew his finger from his arse as his head tipped back against the wall, his breathing ragged, his other hand still loosely grasping his cock.
He slowly opened his eyes and glanced down. It seemed his erection wasn't waning; in fact, it was still aching and throbbing with obvious need. The truce from his orgasm was all too brief, only lasting a few seconds.
He moaned, this time with dismay.
He tightened his hand around his erection and began to stroke again, using his still warm ejaculate to aid his hand in smoothly gliding up and down, hips pumping into his fist as the aching decreased at his touch.
After about a minute of wanking, he frowned; something was wrong, it just didn't feel like enough this time.
Even his fingers weren't enough as he reached back and inserted them back into his wet hole, the movement squelching loudly with his body's naturally created lubricant as he began to pump them in and out.
He growled in frustration; desperately wanting to cum again but it just wasn't working.
He moved closer to the bed, looking for something to help - anything to ease the feeling of utter dissatisfaction roiling through him. His hand continued to absentmindedly stroke his flushed and swollen cock as he glanced around the small room.
He scowled in irritation when there was absolutely nothing to help him out.
Madam Chen Zihan left potions but she should have left a fucking dildo to stick up my arse," he thought viciously.
His body heat was beginning to increase again as his frustration flared; the potion was no match for his fiery annoyance. His mind was quickly becoming muddled with arousal and aggravation, boiling together to fuel a frenzied need.
He whimpered as he continued to stroke himself ineffectually. Damn, he needed his Alpha, nothing else was going to even come close to satisfying him in this state.
"Hu Yetao?" Oscar's voice suddenly drifted through the door as though he had a direct link to Hu Yetao's thoughts.
Hu Yetao stumbled over and knelt, bracing one hand on the door and leaning his forehead against the cool surface. "Oscar…" he practically sobbed, closing his eyes and giving his tender cock a light squeeze.
"Hu Yetao, what's happening? I woke to feel your distress and your scent coming through the vent… it's so strong," Oscar replied, his voice sounding sleep roughened and causing Hu Yetao's cock to pulse with need. "Are you all right?"
"No." Hu Yetao shook his head, his forehead still pressed to the door. "I… Fuck, I can't bear this. I need you. You can't be out there, I need you with me. In me."
"Hu Yetao…" Oscar replied, voice tight. "I can't do that, you know I can't be in there with you. Even if I wanted to, I can't get through this door. Chen Zihan has my wand."
Hu Yetao choked on a sob at his mate's words. Damnn, his body was aching so badly it almost hurt. "I can't do this," he whimpered. "I can't. Nothing is helping, not even my hand, it just burns and aches so much… Please do something Oscar."
"I can't," Oscar replied, sounding pained. "Should I leave? Perhaps I am making it worse..."
Hu Yetao's eyes flew open and he banged his fist against the door. "No!" he shouted. "Don't leave. I… maybe you can talk me through it?" he suggested, taking a deep breath and exhaling, trying to will away the all-encompassing heat of his arousal.
"I'll do anything, just tell me what I can do," Oscar replied, an edge of desperation suddenly sharpening his voice.
Hu Yetao swallowed and glanced down at his poor reddened prick. "Maybe if I close my eyes, I can pretend your hands are on me and you… you can talk to me as though you're touching me."
"All right," Oscar agreed thickly, sounding affected differently now.
Hu Yetao nodded to himself, already feeling a little better. "Tell me… tell me what to do," he instructed throatily as he held his arms out to the side and waited for his Alpha's instructions.
There was a slight shuffling as though Oscar was settling in as close to the vent as possible.
"I want you to drag your left hand down your cheek to your mouth," Oscar ordered, voice oddly low and husky, the tone immediately settling over Hu Yetao and drawing him in as he did as he was told. "Then slip two fingers into your mouth and gently suck on them, wet them…."
Hu Yetao moaned deep in his throat as he obeyed; his index and middle finger slipping into his mouth. He wrapped his lips tightly around them and sucked lightly, his tongue wrapping around them and stroking, wetting, almost as though it were a sensual kiss.
"Now take your other hand and run it down the side of your neck until you reach my claiming mark, then lightly scratch your nails over it."
Hu Yetao's heart pounded and his breathing was fast becoming uneven as he willingly complied. He ran his fingers down over his heated skin until they reached the spot where he knew the mark to be, and then he curled his fingers, lightly dragging his nails over the scar.
He gasped as shivers instantly ran up and down his spine and his cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He moaned around his fingers as he continued to suck them diligently.
"Good boy," Oscar praised breathily, his voice thick with arousal, and Hu Yetao could picture his mate's eyes silvery and half-lidded in the darkened infirmary. "Now, take your fingers out of your mouth and lay down on the floor on your back."
Hu Yetao quickly complied, holding his breath in anticipation of his Alpha's next command.
"Bend your knees and plant your feet on the floor."
Hu Yetao obediently bent his knees, his hips unconsciously thrusting up into the air, desperate for contact, his hands flat to the floor and fingers clenched against the rough stone.
"Now put those wet fingers in your arse Taotao."
Hu Yetao's breath caught in his throat as he moved his hand down and inserted his fingers, careful to not touch his aching erection, which was lying flat and swollen to his stomach.
"Are they in?"
"Yes…" Hu Yetao gasped, back arching off the ground as he pushed them in as far as he could.
"Now close your eyes and forget that it's your hand. I'm the one touching you. You're my mate and I'm the only one who can make you feel this good. "
"Yes…." Hu Yetao hissed as his eyes fell shut and he lost himself in the sensation, his Alpha's voice wrapping around him and filling him up, taking over everything else.
"You feel so good Hu Yetao…" Oscar moaned through the door. "So tight. Now fuck yourself on my fingers."
"Ugh…" Hu Yetao groaned as he began to pump his fingers in and out.
"That's it, get my fingers nice and wet. Are you doing it?"
"Yes… yes," Hu Yetao answered dutifully, eyes squeezed shut as he pushed into his stroking digits, his cock still untouched and throbbing, but it was bearable now.
"Good boy." Oscar's voice was low and tight. "Now put a third finger in."
Hu Yetao slid another digit in alongside his other two, his loosened rim easily accepting the addition. His hips rose to meet each push and he curled his fingers to brush against his prostate and he nearly screamed at the pleasure that rocketed through his bowed body. A continuous stream of moans and panting breaths spewed forth from his parted lips as he followed his mate's orders; fucking himself on his fingers, his hips picking up speed.
"Fuck Hu Yetao, I want you so badly… want to knot you…" Oscar's voice was breathless and rough, and Hu Yetao vaguely wondered if his mate was wanking on the other side of the door.
"Oh god yes… want your knot inside me," Hu Yetao gibbered, eyes still shut, picturing his mate's swollen cock deep inside of him. "Want you to cum inside of me…"
Oscar moaned and Hu Yetao curled his fingers again, pressing against his prostate and nearly coming untouched, purely from the sound of his mate's pleasure and his fingers.
"Touch yourself Hu Yetao," Oscar rasped desperately. "Put your hand on your cock and cum on your fingers."
Hu Yetao immediately wrapped his free hand around his neglected erection and fisted himself, his pre-cum sliding wetly against his palm as he pulled at a rapid pace.
"I want to hear you cum."
Hu Yetao moaned, holding his fingers still inside of himself as his other hand flew over his cock. "So close…" he ground out. "Oscar…"
Oscar moaned under his breath, the sound drifting in through the vent along with the sound of skin on skin as his mate frantically stroked himself on the other side of the door, the musky scent of his Alpha's arousal wafting in through the slats and filling Hu Yetao's nose.
The scent of his aroused mate hit Hu Yetao hard and he suddenly stiffened, arching into his hand and crying out sharply as he came in great ropes of warm ejaculate all over his hand and chest. His orgasm exploded through his entire body, from head to toe, before slowly fading away and leaving him limp and spent on the floor.
All he could hear was the sound of his breath, coming fast and shallow, as he recovered.
He slowly dragged his eyes open and glanced towards the vent in the door. He couldn't see through it, but he could smell that Oscar had cum as well. The air was thick with the smell of sex.
Hu Yetao's erection had finally waned and the heat and arousal in his body felt sated for the moment. It was still there, just under the surface, and he knew it wasn't the end by any means, but it was finally tolerable.
Hu Yetao reached out with one shaky arm and tapped the vent once before sliding the tip of his finger through the bottommost slat.
The touch of Oscar's finger was there waiting for him and his lips stretched into a tired smile.