Chapter 35: Chapter 34
Hu Yetao nodded in understanding, pushing back a little to encourage the luscious sliding movement of Oscar's heavy cock over his ass and entrance.
Oscar smirked into the back of Hu Yetao's neck and then placed a tender kiss on his warm skin before kneeling up and taking hold of his cock. "Ready?" he asked before going further.
"Yeah," Hu Yetao rasped out, facing front and dropping his head down, eyes closed, trying not to tense.
Oscar stroked one hand down Hu Yetao's spine in a soothing motion as he nudged the head of his cock at Hu Yetao's loosened entrance and pushed.
Hu Yetao inhaled sharply at the pain of Oscar breaching his body; like a burning/stinging/stretching intrusion. He bit his lip and held his breath as Oscar pushed the head of his cock in and then stilled, Hu Yetao's body holding his member tightly in place once he'd pressed in past the yielding rim.
Hu Yetao exhaled shakily and took another deep breath, trying to relax, waiting for the initial pain to recede. Oscar stroked another comforting hand down his back. Hu Yetao could feel him trembling with the effort to remain still.
He took another steadying breath. He could feel his body slowly accepting the intrusion, which felt uncomfortable rather than painful now. "You can move," he instructed in a whisper.
He could feel Oscar hesitate and then slowly continue nudging forwards, until centimeter by centimeter he was all the way in. Hu Yetao suddenly felt the agile coarseness of Oscar's pubic hair pressed against the soft, sensitive skin of his ass and, for some reason, this renewed his waning arousal once more; the image in his head of his mate buried deep within his body was intoxicating.
Hu Yetao moaned under his breath and pushed back experimentally, his body relaxing further and further as his arousal began to enflame again.
Oscar placed a hand on either side of Hu Yetao's hips and pulled out halfway then firmly slid back in one smooth motion.
Hu Yetao moaned loudly and dropped his forehead to the pillow, his arms braced on either side of his head. There was no more pain now, just an amazing fullness that made him feel connected to his mate in an entirely new way.
Oscar curled over his body and kissed the nape of Hu Yetao's neck as he continued his slow, deep thrusting movements, rocking Hu Yetao's body forwards, causing his mate's breath to hitch and to press back against him in counterpoint.
Oscar groaned and reached around Hu Yetao's hip to enclose his mate's warm, rigid member in his hand.
Hu Yetao gasped as his eyes flew open. "I… I'm going to cum if you do that."
"That's the point Taotao," Oscar replied breathlessly as he tightened his fist and gave Hu Yetao's cock a firm stroke.
Hu Yetao moaned loudly and didn't think he could handle any more; the full thrusting feeling of Oscar's considerable cock inside him in conjunction with the amazing stroking on his cock; so sensitive and hard that he felt ready to explode.
Oscar continued to stroke and thrust, his breathing shallow and fast, damp forehead pressed to Hu Yetao's shoulder blade as he moved over him.
Hu Yetao shook his head with a helpless whimper - and decided to let himself go and stop trying to hold back. Oscar seemed to sense this and suddenly wrapped an arm around his waist and hauled him up and back so that Hu Yetao was now sitting in his lap, still impaled on his cock as he began to thrust up into him; fast and hard.
Hu Yetao cried out as Oscar's member seemed to touch upon something deep inside of him that sent sparks throughout his body and exploding in front of his eyes. He quickly reached one hand back to balance himself and enclosed his other hand around his reddened cock to continue stroking at a rapid pace.
Hu Yetao began to whimper and gasp and moan and make all manner of noises as he felt his orgasm begin to build. His body tensed and his eyes clenched shut as he dropped his head back onto Oscar's shoulder. Quite suddenly he reached the pinnacle and tipped over the edge with a shout as his cock began to spurt thick, white cords of cum out over his hand and onto the bedsheets.
Oscar's breath caught and faltered behind him and then he roughly thrust up twice more before freezing, his thigh muscles straining, as he emptied himself inside of Hu Yetao with a muted groan. Hu Yetao distantly felt the pulsing of Oscar's cock within his tight channel and the feeling prolonged his orgasm; his cock giving one last feeble squirt out over his fist.
Oscar released the breath he'd been holding with a gasp then wrapped both arms around Hu Yetao's chest, holding him tight while he caught his breath.
Hu Yetao swallowed and allowed himself to just melt back into his mate's embrace, feeling utterly tired and unable to form any words.
Oscar nuzzled his nose into the side of Hu Yetao's damp neck and inhaled reverently before kissing his heated skin.
Hu Yetao smiled softly and hummed in appreciation.
"We'd better get under the quilt before you get chilled," Oscar murmured into his ear.
"Yeah, all right," Hu Yetao sighed, still in a sated haze as he carefully pulled himself from Oscar's lap.
Oscar reached for his wand and cleaned them both with a quick spell before sliding under the bedclothes and pulling his mate into his chest, legs entangling, heartbeat strong and comforting against Hu Yetao's bareback.
Hu Yetao relaxed into him with another sigh of contentment as his heart rate began to slow back to a normal pace once more. He could feel the rest of the world threatening to push back into his mind and crowd out this shiny new bliss, and he just wanted to stay in his bubble of happiness a little longer.
"That was… good," he commented nonchalantly.
A huff of indignant laughter blew across the back of his neck, causing him to grin.
"That was fucking fantastic and you know it Taotao."
Hu Yetao laughed. "Yeah all right, let it be known that I agree with you."
Oscar chuckled, his warm lips pressed to Hu Yetao's skin. "It will be even better when you're in heat."
"Really?" Hu Yetao replied dubiously, trying not to tense at the mention of another heat cycle. He was still dreading it after the last one. "How do you know?"
"Because," Oscar replied quietly, lips moving against his nape," you won't require any artificial lubrication or preparation. There won't be any pain at all - only pleasure. Which will go on and on for hours."
Hu Yetao felt his mate's tired cock give a little twitch and he knew how much Oscar was looking forward to one day spending his heat with him. After what they'd just done, he had no reservations whatsoever of going into heat around his mate; he knew Oscar would take care of him. It was just the fear and uncertainty of when and where his next heat cycle would hit and the loss of control he'd felt - and the loss of control of those around him.
Hu Yetao shivered slightly and shifted back into Oscar's warm embrace, his hand tightening on Oscar's forearm, which was draped over his chest.
"Are you cold?"
Hu Yetao forced away any further thoughts about his heat; they had bigger problems at the moment. "No, I'm fine, you're like my own personal heater." He sighed and stared out the moonlit window. "What are we going to do?" he eventually whispered, struggling to keep the helpless sorrow out of his voice.
Oscar sighed and shifted behind him. "Whatever we can," he finally replied.
Hu Yetao closed his eyes, exhausted; mentally and physically. He hadn't slept well the night before due to his anxiety over meeting the Board for the first time and now it was already past two in the morning.
Oscar's arm tightened around him and he finally drifted off to sleep with a feeling of safety swirling around him.
At least he wasn't alone.
. . . .
Hu Yetao woke late the next morning; the muted autumn sun already streaming through the window and creating a rectangular square of light on the flagstone floor.
Hu Yetao rolled onto his back with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head and then wincing a little as his backside came into contact with the mattress.
The bruised feeling made him smile in remembrance.
He turned to Oscar's side of the bed to discover that his mate was already up and gone, his half of the bed cold to the touch.
Hu Yetao sat up and looked at the small clock on his bedside cabinet. If he hurried he could still make breakfast and ask Kazuma if he would meet with them at lunch.
Hu Yetao threw back the bedsheets and quickly dressed and brushed his teeth, running a comb through his rather hopeless hair as he stared into the mirror with a frown. Oscar generally woke before him but he'd never left without him before, not since they'd begun sharing a room. He thought it was very odd, especially since last night was the first time they'd had sex and the first time Hu Yetao had ever had sex. He had expected to wake with Oscar next to him today.
Perhaps he was being silly and overly sentimental but he couldn't help but feel a hollow sense of disappointment.
He sighed as he tied the laces on his scuffed school shoes, the weight of last night's other, less pleasant, events settling heavily onto his shoulders, made so much worse by the fact that his mate had decided to leave him to deal with it on his own this morning.
Hu Yetao straightened and pressed his lips together as he collected his cloak. He knew dark thoughts were made worse by an already gloomy mood so he tried to not automatically condemn his mate for his actions. Perhaps Oscar just needed some time alone to think, and he couldn't begrudge him that.
He slung his school bag up over his shoulder and left the room. The corridors were mostly empty as the majority of students were still having breakfast in the Great Hall.
Hu Yetao walked swiftly through the quiet school and down the moving staircase mind preoccupied with possible questions for Kazuma and distracting images of last night in bed with Oscar. He was surprised that he didn't trip and fall headlong down the stone steps with everything that was going on inside his brain.
He walked into the Great Hall and looked to the Gryffindor table, disconcerted to see that his mate wasn't there. He frowned and walked over to take a seat next to Zhang Xinyao (trying his hardest not to wince), and felt a flicker of worry over where Oscar could be.
"Tired of each other already, my friend?" Zhang Xinyao asked around a mouthful of toast and marmalade.
"What?" Hu Yetao turned to him, belatedly realizing what he'd said and then dropping his bag to the ground behind him with a loud thunk. "Oh… not sure where Oscar's disappeared to this morning."
"He's over there," Jing-Long piped up across from him, tilting his head towards the Slytherin table.
"I thought the two of you were going to have breakfast with us every morning?" Zhang Xinyao said as Hu Yetao looked over at the Slytherin table, surprised to see his mate seated with the other eighth years, mid-conversation with Mika.
Hu Yetao clenched his jaw to prevent himself from saying anything impulsive. He narrowed his eyes at his mate speaking to Mika- an Omega no less - and flicked his gaze around the Slytherin table, searching for Mika's little sister, Zheng Naixin. It hadn't escaped Hu Yetao's notice that Zheng Naixin still flirted with Oscar and hung on his every word as though she were still promised to him. His gaze finally landed on her and he found that she wasn't paying Oscar the slightest bit of attention; in fact, she seemed to be flirting heavily with a boy in her year for once.
Slightly placated, Hu Yetao forced himself to tear his gaze away from the Slytherin table and reach for the platter of sausages.
"Hu Yetao?"
He sighed inwardly, not in the mood to deal with a prying Jing-Long. "Yes?" he replied without looking up, loading his plate with food.
"Is everything all right between the two of you?"
"Yup," Hu Yetao replied shortly as he poured some pumpkin juice into his glass.
There was a slight pause and then, Fu Sichao said he saw you last night, coming back from Wang Manor."
Hu Yetao set down his knife and fork with a heavy sigh and looked up. "And?"
Jing Long bit his lip and glanced at Zhang Xinyao, who pretended not to listen, clearly unwilling to be involved but also wanting to hear the ensuing conversation. "Well, he just mentioned that you seemed a little… tense, and not quite yourself."
"What would you expect me to be after sitting through an evening making small talk with Xiaocheng and Shui Xian Wang?" Hu Yetao countered. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the truth either.
"It was late…"
"Midnight isn't late when you're eighteen," Hu Yetao ground out in irritation. "You're not my bloody mother."
"Hey, he's just worried about you," Zhang Xinyao interjected quietly.
Hu Yetao knew he should leave before he said something he regretted. He should've known coming to the Hall was a mistake, he was too distracted and stressed to attempt to hold a normal conversation with people who didn't have anywhere near the level of complications he had to deal with at the moment.
It seemed the eighth year was going to be just as difficult as every other year he'd endured so far at Hogwarts.
Hu Yetao swiveled on the bench seat and grabbed up his heavy school bag before standing. He reached over and snatched two pieces of buttered toast from the plate.
"Hu Yetao, don't leave," Jing-Long said, startled, eyes wide and pleading. "We hardly see you anymore. We don't have to talk about whatever's bothering you..."
Hu Yetao forced a smile and shook his head. "It's all right, I'm not very good company this morning. I'll catch up with you later."
Jing Long looked as though he were going to say more but Hu Yetao just gave a quick wave and strode off down the table, pausing next to Kazuma.
"Hey Kaz, do you think I could speak with you later? Maybe at lunch?" he asked, hoping his tone was neutral enough not to make him uneasy.
Kazuma blinked in surprise then smiled. "Sure Hu Yetao, something wrong?"
Hu Yetao shook his head and tried to match his casual smile. "No, not at all, just some… uh Potions questions," he replied, quickly recalling one of Kaz's best subjects. "Meet you in the center courtyard at lunch then?"
Kazuma nodded. "It's a date." His eyes widened as he seemed to realize what he'd said as a few heads turned their way with interest. "Well, not that sort of date…"
Hu Yetao laughed, and it seemed to ease some of his tension, if only for a second. "Yeah I know, see you then."
Kazuma grinned and turned back to his breakfast as Hu Yetao walked off, absently munching on one of his pieces of toast.
He knew he was being petulant but he steadfastly refused to glance in Oscar's direction as he left the Hall.
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