Crossdressing To Survive An Apocalypse [BL]

Chen didn’t hesitate.

He closed his mouth around one tight nipple, his tongue swirling hot and wet against the sensitive flesh.

Skyy cried out, the sound sharp and startling in the quiet room, his back bowing off the floor as pleasure shot straight to his groin.

Chen sucked hard, his teeth grazing the bud with just enough pressure to make his vision blur, before moving to the other side and giving it the same torturous attention.

”Chen—” Skyy gasped, his hands scrabbling at Chen’s shoulders, his head tossing side to side. ”Oh god, Chen, please—”

Chen licked and nipped and sucked, mapping every inch of his chest with his mouth, leaving marks that would bloom purple and blue by morning.

He was everywhere—sucking at the skin beneath his ribs, biting at his hip bone, laving attention on every patch of flesh he could reach.

He was moaning continuously now, high, broken sounds that he couldn’t contain, his body writhing beneath Chen’s ministrations.

It was those sounds—the desperate, wanton noises tearing from Skyy’s throat—that woke the other man.

In the far corner of the storage room, the other wounded survivor they’d been sheltering stirred.

He had been sleeping off his injuries, bandaged and feverish, but the sounds of passion cut through his delirium. He groaned, blinking blearily, trying to make sense of the darkness and the noises.

”Wha... what’s happening?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep and pain, his head lifting from the makeshift pallet he’d been given.

Chen went rigid.

He lifted his head from where he’d been sucking a dark mark onto Skyy’s stomach, his eyes snapping toward the corner.

The possessive fury that crossed his face was instantaneous and terrifying—a primal, territorial rage that transformed his features into something feral.

No one was allowed to see Skyy like this.

No one was allowed to hear those sounds.

Chen moved with predatory speed. He was on his feet in an instant, crossing the small space in three long strides.

The other man barely had time to register what was happening before Chen was on him, grabbing him roughly by the arm.

”Hey—hey, what are you—” the man stammered, but Chen cut him off with a snarl.

”Get out,” Chen growled, his voice low and dangerous, vibrating with barely contained aggression.

”But my injuries, I can’t—”

”Now.”

Chen didn’t give him a chance to argue.

He hauled the man up with brutal efficiency, ignoring his hiss of pain, and dragged him toward the door.

The man stumbled, barely keeping his feet, but Chen propelled him forward with a shove that sent him stumbling into the hallway.

”Stay out,” Chen commanded, his frame filling the doorway, blocking the light. ”Don’t come back until morning. Don’t even think about opening this door.”

He slammed it shut with a resounding bang, throwing the bolt with a decisive click that echoed through the small room.

Then he turned back to Skyy.

The rage drained from his features as quickly as it had come, replaced by something hotter, more focused.

He crossed back to where Skyy lay, his gaze raking over the younger man’s flushed skin, his kiss-bitten chest, his parted lips.

Skyy looked up at him, breathless and trembling, his eyes wide and dark with need.

Chen didn’t speak.

He reached down and grabbed Skyy’s wrists, pulling him up with a strength that made Skyy gasp. Before Skyy could find his footing, he was lifting him, his hands sliding beneath Skyy’s thighs and hoisting him up.

Skyy instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist, his arms going around his neck for balance, and suddenly he was suspended against his hard body, their faces level, their mouths inches apart.

Chen carried him to the wall, pushing him back against the cold concrete with a force that drove the air from his lungs. The chill of the wall against his bare back was a shocking contrast to the furnace of Chen’s body pressed flush against his front, and Skyy whimpered at the sensation.

”Mine,” Chen growled, the word vibrating against his lips.

Then he kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful. It was claiming, dominating.

Chen’s tongue sweeping into his mouth with a hunger that made his toes curl. He kissed him like he was trying to consume him, like he wanted to crawl inside him and never leave, and he opened for him eagerly, meeting every thrust of his tongue with desperate little sounds of his own.

And then Chen was moving.

He rolled his hips, grinding his hardness against his stomach where he was pinned against the wall. The friction was perfect, devastating, Chen’s clothed erection dragging against Skyy’s bare skin with every thrust.

Skyy cried out into his mouth, his legs tightening around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper.

”Feel what you do to me,” Chen panted against his lips, his hips snapping forward in a rhythm that was steadily losing its control. ”Feel how hard I am for you, Skyy. Feel how much I want you.”

He ground against him again, harder, his cock like iron even through his pants, and skyy felt his own arousal leaking wet and hot against his stomach where they pressed together.

The scent of them—mingled lust, desperate want, alpha and omega—filled the small room until Skyy could barely breathe, could only cling to Chen and take what he was being given.

Chen’s hands gripped his thighs tighter, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and he began to rut in earnest—long, hard thrusts that slammed his back against the wall with every movement.

The sound of Chen’s ragged breathing, the wet heat of his mouth on Skyy’s neck, the relentless pressure of his cock grinding against him—it was too much, not enough, everything Skyy had ever wanted and never known he needed.

”Tell me you want this,” Chen demanded, his teeth closing on Skyy’s earlobe, his hips never stopping their desperate rhythm. ”Tell me you want me inside you. Tell me you’re mine.”

”I want you,” Skyy sobbed, his head falling back against the concrete, exposing his throat in submission. ”Please, Chen, I want you inside me. I’m yours. I’m yours—”

Chen groaned, a sound torn from the depths of his chest, and ground against him so hard skyy saw stars.

”Good,” he growled, his voice barely human. ”Because I’m never letting you go.”