The sudden shift from being the hot and sexy Lucian Montague into the vulnerable and well-behaved Lucian was extremely amusing for the blonde alpha. Eugene had to keep his hands off Lucian's cheeks to save the younger man from his cuteness aggression.
Lucian, on the other hand, was diligently writing a letter to be sent to his family. Eugene could clearly hear him sniffle from time to time while he was preparing for his usual tea, though.
"How are your brothers?" Eugene spoke in a gentle voice, just enough for Lucian to hear him. The Marquis swirled his teaspoon in the teacup with a solemn expression. "Did they like your gifts?"
Lucian paused from writing on the paper. He wiped the snot on his nose first using a handkerchief before he replied, "They're already using it. Even flaunting about it. They're so cute."
'Aren't you the cute one too, dear sir?' Eugene thought, chuckling inwardly. He then turned around to face Lucian with a teacup in his hand. He was not disappointed to see the edge of Lucian's eyes tinged with red; his nose has the same shade of that color as well.
Crying Lucian was definitely one of the prettiest kinds of Lucian he has ever seen.
"Okay, continue writing your letter. I'm going to go outside and breathe some fresh air," Eugene said casually as he strode across the room to the door.
Lucian stood up in a panic, following after Eugene with teary, golden eyes. "Are you going to leave me now?"
"Lucian." Eugene muttered his name with a sigh, turning around again to look at the clingy Montague. "My instincts are still uncomfortable with your pheromones, especially since you're in a rut. We need some distance. I'll come back a few hours later."
His comfort was left unheard by the younger man as he clung to Eugene, crying again. "Don't leave me."
"Seriously, why are you so emotional today?" Eugene tried to joke, but seeing that Lucian did not budge, he had no choice but to wrap his hands around the alpha instead. His teacup was silently put down on top of the telephone stand.
Despite the burning sensation of his alpha instincts rampaging inside his body because of Lucian's pheromones, Eugene simply gritted his teeth to tone it down. "I'm not going to leave you permanently, Lucian. Don't cry anymore; you'll have a headache later if you cry too much."
Lucian shook his head, gripping Eugene tightly. He continued to sob softly. The softer Lucian's cries were, the more they tore apart Eugene's heart.
'Lucian, my love. You're so precious, I could never go against you,' Eugene thought with a helpless sigh.
The next few minutes were spent with Lucian cuddling on Eugene's lap.
"Are you alright?" Eugene asked, taking a peek at Lucian's face, which was hiding on his chest. It's good to check up on the man to see whether or not he is still breathing. The younger alpha looked really forlorn earlier.
Although Crying Lucian was the prettiest, Eugene still hated seeing him cry and hurt. Who would want to see their lover cry, anyway?
Lucian only hummed in response, pushing his face deeper into Eugene's chest, his nose almost flattening at the compression.
As much as Eugene enjoyed cuddling and holding Lucian like this, he was nearing his limit. His alpha instincts were soaring.
"Lucian," he called out softly to the bronze-skinned man with a gentle tug of his hair to make him lift up his face. Once Eugene saw the man's confused golden eyes staring back at him, he knew he was down-bad for the alpha right now. How could Lucian be so gorgeous despite the fact that he was currently in distress? Eugene could never know.
"What's wrong?" Lucian voiced out in a nasal tone. Strays of his black hair also curled up near his brows and eyes, making him look all the more angelic.
Eugene pursed his lips in hesitation before he finally dropped the news: "I have to go. I can't really control my instincts any longer. If you're so troubled by my absence, I could send you letters every hour," which was very expensive, by the way. Eugene lamented in his head the financial loss he was willing to let go of for the sake of Lucian's sanity.
It's amazing how love works.
This time, instead of whining, Lucian finally regained his reason to just nod at Eugene with pursed lips. Lucian then quietly removed himself from Eugene's lap.
Seeing that he was back to normal and was being obedient to Eugene's request, the blonde alpha was satisfied. "Good boy. Just drop it off from the window and I'll have a beta to send back my letter to you by the door. The rut suppressant that I injected into you earlier would surely start working out by noon. Eat your lunch well," Eugene reminded him with a gentle kiss on Lucian's smooth forehead. "I like you, Lucian."
Lucian closed his eyes at the touch of Eugene's lips on his skin. He hummed softly in response.
Eugene gave the man one last look before he vacated the room with the 'already-cold' tea that he had made earlier.
Lucian was left alone in the room, looking desolate and solemn. His eyes were downcast, and his plump lips were pressed tightly together. Soon after, his well-behaved expression crumbled as his soft cries echoed through the empty apartment.
No matter how much he wanted to act strong, he was feeling vulnerable at the moment.
Lucian—no—Cheng Ge, grew attached to Eugene's presence. For the past few weeks of living with him, Eugene's warmth felt so familiar and comforting to Cheng Ge. And now that they had to be apart for a short while, a part of him couldn't help but wail in grief.
Having been transmigrated into Lucian's body, Cheng Ge still had moments where he felt like he was just a stranger in this world. He knew he never belonged here in the first place, and that hurts so much for him. As much as he'd like to run away and ignore this fact, it will forever come back to him to bother his conscience.
Cheng Ge, in his past life, has been alone for so long. He indeed had friends, but they were just casual ones who would accompany him if they found him beneficial for them. His parents weren't around, and no one played with him ever since he was born until he gained consciousness of his environment.
He was used to being in a room like this. Empty. Deserted. Lifeless.
However, after arriving in this world, he found love. The love that he had always craved for in the past 23 years of his previous life. Loving family and friends.
And now, a lover.
Lucian knew Eugene would still come back to him. But would it be the same if Eugene knew his true identity?
Lucian's tears dripped from his cheeks down to the paper he was writing on. It was stained with tears now, distorting his handwriting and making it look unreadable for anyone who would receive it.
"Charlotte couldn't read this anymore," he whispered with a soft chuckle, wiping his tears off his face to crumple the paper he used to write. He decided to just postpone the task in the meantime.
Lucian just felt like lying down and curling up on the bed. His body felt incredibly hot, and he was growing dizzier as time passed by.
Thus, he ended up in bed with a blanket covering every part of his skin except for his face and neck. The king-sized bed felt cold beneath his flushed skin. He was also feeling uncomfortable down there. It felt like he was a man who never had an erection for a hundred years, and after so long, he finally had one.
A different kind of heat was pooling in his abdomen as he pressed his crotch against the mattress to console it.
Lucian was not in the mood to jerk off.
Sweat trickled from his forehead down to the sides of his head as he pressed his legs together to lessen the discomfort in his lower body.
'The rut suppressant doesn't seem to be working,' he thought, a grunt escaping his lips. 'Fuck it.' He gritted his teeth first before he finally shoved away the blanket. His left hand traveled to his own chest, pinching his own nipple to feel better. It was electrifying.
A moan came out of his wet and hot mouth as he shivered from his own ministrations. His back arched in a beautiful curve, and he fondled his erect nipple with the utmost devotion.
He was also wise enough to console his stiff manhood, which was patiently waiting to be touched. Lucian grasped his balls, squeezing them tight. Then he proceeded to caress his long, thick cock.
Precum leaked out of his penis' slit as he continued stimulating his own dick.
"Nnn..."
Lucian's hands picked up a fast pace to cater to his nearing high. His gaze was focused on the ceiling, his eyes in a misty haze. Whatever he was doing with his body, there was only one person in his mind.
"Eugene!" he cried out in a breathy voice, chasing his upcoming orgasm with heavy thrusts into his own fist. He then pulled up his perked nipples, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure from his own actions. "Ah... Hah..." His pants echoed through the room, gripping his left hand tightly on the bed sheets.
He circled his palm on his cock's head in a forceful way. That was enough to finally set him free.
Semen spurted out of his dick's slit as a sigh came out of his plump lips. His face was soaked with sweat and was unusually flushed red. His bronze skin could not even hide the obvious shade of red. He was also so shy that he actually orgasmed with Eugene in mind. That was so perverted of him!
If only he knew that Eugene also did the same thing before, Lucian wouldn't be so embarrassed like he is right now.
The promise of writing letters to each other was long forgotten as Lucian passed out in bed after cleaning himself and changing the bedsheet.