DMPSA CH 22

Chapter 22: Drunken Impulse

Su Qing said, “I want to kiss you.”

Without giving Yue Qi any time to prepare, Su Qing’s kiss, carrying the scent of tea and the warmth of alcohol, landed on his lips.

Yue Qi’s eyes widened in shock as Su Qing’s lips gently pressed against his. Su Qing’s own eyes were open too, a blank and confused expression on his face, as though he had no idea what to do next. After a brief moment of hesitation, he furrowed his brows and started to move.

In those few seconds of Yue Qi’s bewilderment, Su Qing had already begun nibbling and biting at his lips, seeming a bit frustrated, as if no matter how he kissed, it wasn’t right.

Yue Qi, sensing Su Qing’s clumsy and childish impatience, couldn’t help but chuckle. He gently pushed Su Qing away.

“Kissing isn’t done like that,” Yue Qi said, turning over on the sofa and pinning Su Qing beneath him. “A kiss should be gentle, like this.”

He leaned in and softly caught Su Qing’s lips, sucking lightly before letting go.

“Or like this,” Yue Qi murmured as he nibbled on Su Qing’s other lip, grazing it tenderly.

“It can also be like this.” He extended the tip of his tongue, gently licking the lip he held between his teeth.

He kissed, sucked, nibbled, and licked. Slowly but surely, he found it hard to part from the soft warmth of Su Qing’s lips.

Su Qing learned quickly. He remembered Yue Qi’s words about being gentle and began to respond with soft, tentative kisses, tenderly wrapping his tongue around Yue Qi’s. Their tongues intertwined, as did the subtle fragrance in the air, their breaths mingling, their bodies drawing closer and closer.

But by the end, their kisses had devolved into something more akin to Su Qing’s earlier frenzied clumsiness.

Drunk on the scent of sweet osmanthus, Su Qing felt utterly intoxicated.

Now emboldened by his inebriation, he was ready to cross the line with reckless abandon.

Yue Qi wasn’t drunk. Su Qing’s tea-infused scent wasn’t enough to intoxicate him. Yet, he found himself wanting to lose control.

But was this really okay? They hadn’t even confirmed they were in a relationship—was it right to take this step so soon?

Desire crept up slowly, but it was desire all the same.

This feeling was strange—unlike anything Yue Qi had experienced before. It wasn’t the overwhelming, frantic passion he knew, filled with biting and struggling. Instead, he and Su Qing were softly entwined, gently touching each other through their clothes.

The tea house was filled with a lingering warmth, the faint aroma of osmanthus gradually intensifying. The tea scent blended with invisible wisps of white steam, weaving through the air. It was hard to tell where one began and the other ended. The two fragrances didn’t merge entirely, yet they didn’t separate either. They pressed against each other, gently nudging closer.

Yue Qi felt a growing “want.”

His suppressor patch was still securely in place, but the osmanthus scent had still leaked out a little. He knew with certainty that this faint leakage wasn’t the cause of his desire.

Su Qing himself was the biggest reason for Yue Qi’s reaction.

At that moment, Yue Qi’s mind remained clear. He wasn’t some wild beast in heat.

It was rare—extraordinary even—for an Alpha to stay so composed in the presence of an aroused Omega. Yue Qi wasn’t losing his mind over Su Qing, but he was acutely aware that he had already fallen for him.

With perfect clarity, he wanted Su Qing.

“Is this okay?” Yue Qi asked, lightly stroking Su Qing’s face.

Su Qing’s face was flushed, possibly from the alcohol or perhaps from embarrassment. His eyes were tender, and his smile was gentle. “You smell so good,” he murmured, reaching out to touch Yue Qi’s face in return. His gaze was slightly dazed, making him look a little silly.

“Is it okay?” Yue Qi asked again, his lower body pressing down more firmly, pinning Su Qing beneath him. Su Qing squirmed slightly, but he couldn’t move. His eyes drifted to the side, avoiding the Alpha hovering above him, and he whispered, “You can… get up.”

“…”

Those five short words sent Yue Qi’s emotions on a roller coaster.

Yue Qi chuckled helplessly. He really had been swept up in the moment. After all, he and Su Qing weren’t even lovers—how could they do this?

Yue Qi prided himself on his self-control. He couldn’t believe there was any Alpha who could resist tearing into an Omega in such a situation, let alone politely asking, “Is it okay?”

So this was it—he was told to get up.

Yue Qi lingered on top of Su Qing for a few seconds longer, steadying his breath before finally pushing himself up.

Su Qing shoved Yue Qi aside and wobbled to his feet from the sofa. He was unsteady, his steps swaying slightly as he extended a hand toward Yue Qi, silently asking him for support.

Su Qing’s mouth felt dry, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously. “You can… come upstairs,” he said, his voice soft and hesitant. As soon as the words left his lips, he turned away in embarrassment and fled toward the stairs.

Before Su Qing’s hand could slip away entirely, Yue Qi firmly clasped those slender fingers. He stood up, following Su Qing upstairs.

When Su Qing had come downstairs earlier, a reading lamp in the corner of the room had still been on, casting a soft, golden hue throughout the space.

The warm light illuminated the corner where a single armchair sat, bathing it in brightness. In contrast, the bed on the opposite side was cloaked in shadows, the interplay of light and shadow creating an atmosphere heavy with ambiguity.

Two people, caught in a moment of unspoken intimacy, fell into that ambiguous light, doing things just as ambiguous.

Yue Qi unfastened Su Qing’s buttons, and Su Qing undid the waistband of Yue Qi’s trousers.

Yue Qi’s hand gently kneaded the back of Su Qing’s neck, while Su Qing, in return, ripped off Yue Qi’s suppressor patch.

The scent of osmanthus burst forth in an instant, delicate and fragmented, like tiny blooms unfurling one after another, scattering everywhere.

The Jin Xuan tea fragrance lingered, soothing as ever. Yue Qi could almost taste its lingering notes in his throat—milk and osmanthus subtly intertwined, sinking into his senses, intoxicating him.

Su Qing lay on his back on the bed, gazing up at Yue Qi with a smile. “Yue Qi, I feel so dizzy…” he murmured, his eyes slowly fluttering shut, his face still adorned with a satisfied smile.

Yue Qi leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Su Qing’s eyelids before moving to his faintly smiling lips. He kissed him again and again, but then something felt wrong.

Su Qing had completely stopped moving.

He wasn’t even kissing back.

The man who had just whispered “I feel so dizzy” had promptly passed out. Yue Qi stared at him in shock, unable to believe it.

He scrambled off Su Qing in a panic, immediately checking his breathing and pulse.

Thankfully, Su Qing was still breathing. His heartbeat was rapid, but strong and steady.

Still, how had he suddenly passed out like this? Was he really drunk? Could Su Qing’s alcohol tolerance be so low that just a few bottles of beer had knocked him out cold?

Yue Qi had been utterly startled, but now, reassured that Su Qing was fine, he let out a long sigh of relief. Only then did he realize that he was drenched in cold sweat.

Frustration flared up in him. They’d both been caught in the heat of the moment, the game just about to begin, only for Su Qing to inexplicably drop offline.

Taking out his annoyance, Yue Qi delivered a forceful smack to Su Qing’s arm, but the unconscious man didn’t react at all.

Yue Qi furrowed his brow, glancing between himself and Su Qing, both still very visibly aroused, before breaking into laughter.

This was utterly absurd.

Drunken indulgence—what a complete mess.

(To Be Continued…)

T/L: …omg what a progress (˚0˚)!!

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