Compared to the banging music coming from the sound system inside the club, the parking lot was quiet. With only a few people getting ready to call it a night, Zenon sauntered towards his car.
He wasn't going to, but Leon was being persistent about him taking Kaisen home. Zenon wasn't afraid of his father; that selfish old man could do whatever, he didn't care. But knowing his father, Leon would probably get dragged into it.
Valentino Acosta is known for his indisputable ways; what he says is what should be done without questions. He came from a family of mafia, although they're doing legal businesses now, his ways haven't changed. Even his two sons experienced how annoyingly indisputable he is.
So when he told him that he was to marry Kaisen to have an heir, Zenon didn't question him. He just needed to sleep with Kaisen during his heat anyway, so there was no reason for them to interact every day or to have a good relationship with each other.
But now, to save his friend—and himself from the lethality of his father, who would probably treat them as if they're not family—Zenon decided to drive Kaisen home. He could order someone to do it instead; however, it was already so late at night, and he was going home anyway.
Annoyed, Zenon opened the driver's side door as soon as he arrived. There he found Kaisen strapped into the passenger seat, disheveled and asleep, his rosy lips parted, and his chest rising and falling in deep breaths. The window beside him was slightly open, just enough for him not to suffocate while he was in the car.
Some strands of his silver hair covered his forehead, reaching his brows. He looked so peaceful and angelic. But every time Zenon caught a glimpse of his face, there was a surge of feeling of rage mixed with guilt.
There was a faint scent of omega pheromones, so little that it wasn't bothering Zenon; rather, the scent smelled somewhat comfortable.
Brushing that thought off his head, Zenon drove the car out of the parking lot.
The first few minutes were pure silence. Zenon could feel Zane moving from time to time but chose to ignore him, together with the growing tension in the atmosphere because of the gradual increase of omega pheromones.
Zenon used to hate omega pheromones even before he met Cassian. Only Cassian's pheromones could he tolerate, and he was comfortable with them. He couldn't believe it himself, but the pheromones the omega by his side was emitting were unexpectedly arousing, and he didn't feel a bit of disgust.
Were Kaisen's pheromones always like this? He didn't know since there were just a few times that they had interacted in the past, and his father always had a part of it.
Zenon stepped on the gas. The faster they got home, the sooner he could get away from this omega and his enticing pheromones.
But the person next to him seemed like he disliked that idea. Zenon swerved the car in shock when he felt a palm grope his manhood from outside. He steadied the car before Zenon threw a glare to the person beside him.
"What on earth do you think you're doing?" Zenon growled. But Zane didn't falter; if possible, he became even bolder, unfastening his seatbelt to move towards Zenon.
Zane wasn't in his right mind; he was moving based on his instincts. And his instincts were telling him that he wanted this alpha. He wanted his scent on him.
"You!..." Zenon protested when Zane unbuttoned his pants.
Zenon's knuckles were white against the leather, his grip so tight it felt like the steering wheel might crack. He could feel his own erection under the thin fabric that was only hindering Zane's palm from touching his bare dick. Even so, the warmth of Zane's palm, coupled with his intoxicating sweet pheromones, sent him shivers.
"Stop it!"
"Make me," Zane, who had lost to his desire, whispered in Zenon's ear. Zane's hot breath had almost made Zenon give in to the sexual instinct that he was trying to resist.
Zane leaned in more towards Zenon's neck to smell him. That scent that he was craving came from here. He wanted to lick it. And so he did. From the collar of Zenon's suit, up to his ear, leaving a few traces of saliva while doing so.
At the same time, his hand brilliantly moved inside the fabric and quickly found its destination. As Zane's hand covered Zenon's shaft, Zenon let out a few curses, his breath uneven, and his grip on the steering wheel tightening.
This sight excited this drunk Zane even more. He liked seeing his effect on other people, especially on an alpha like this one.
Zane left Zenon's neck and went down on him, his eyes locked onto the hard shaft in between his fingers. It would be impossible to take it all in his mouth because of its enormous size.
Zane's tongue darted out, licking and swirling around the head before tracing the vein that ran along the underside, going down then going back up to the tip. Zane could feel Zenon's breath hitch as his breath became even more uneven. This put a smile on Zane's face.
He traced the small crack at the tip with his tongue before taking the whole thing into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sliding down to take the entire length into his throat. This earned another set of curses from the alpha.
He gagged when he was still halfway because, damn, how could someone have a big dick like this one? This isn't normal at all.
Zane's hot mouth melted Zenon's resolve. Zenon, betrayed by his initial resistance, parked the car on the side of the road.
"If you really want to do this, then you must do it right," Zenon's voice was screaming danger, but that just fueled Zane even more.
Zenon took a hold of Zane's hair and pushed his head to take all of him. Zane's eyes watered as he let out a gagging noise when he felt his throat become full of Zenon's shaft.
Zenon's eyes fluttered closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
Zane tried to resist Zenon's grip, pushing himself up as his tears swelled even more because of the pressure he felt in his throat. When Zenon's grip loosened, he took that opportunity to spit it out to gather his breath.
Zane let out a few coughs.
Drunk by the sweet scent, Zenon grabbed Zane's hair once again and guided his head towards his shaft as if telling Zane to put it in his mouth again. Zane enveloped his hand around it, moving up and down slowly.
Seeing the clear liquid leaking through the crack of the alpha's dick, the only thing that came to Zane's mind was to lick it and suck it. And so he did.
The car was filled with wet noises, groans, moans, and Zane's occasional gagging as he bobbed his head, sucking and licking. Zane's mouth moved up and down Zenon's shaft, his tongue flicking back and forth, tracing the sensitive underside.
A guttural moan escaped from Zenon's lips, his grip on Zane's hair tightening as he pumped his head faster and deeper. Both of them knew that he was already close.
Zenon pulled him off just enough to let his cock slip from Zane's mouth, his cock pulsing as Zenon released his load, hitting Zane's face.
Coming down from his high, Zenon realized what just happened. He let himself give in to the pleasure that he temporarily forgot his hatred towards Kaisen. He couldn't believe that he had lost to his instinct and let Kaisen pleasure him that he actually enjoyed.
Zenon combed his hair with his hand in frustration. He was thinking of what to do next when he heard soft snores.
Zane had fallen asleep once more.