Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: The Shadow

Yuan Shiyuan had underestimated the complexity of kissing.

After their previous encounters—pecks on the cheek and kisses on the corner of his lips—Yuan Shiyuan had believed he was ready for more intimate contact. But when the Alpha’s hot, disordered breath washed over his lips, he couldn’t help but flinch, burying his face in Pei Yanbing’s shoulder.

“I’m a little nervous…” Yuan Shiyuan’s muffled voice drifted through the fabric.

Pei Yanbing was just as nervous. He had never been physically intimate with anyone before. A man with an almost pathological aversion to touch, he couldn’t tolerate anyone near him.

Except for Yuan Shiyuan.

Yuan Shiyuan was different.

As Yuan Shiyuan pressed his face against Pei Yanbing’s shoulder, the Alpha could clearly feel the soft cheek slowly brushing against him.

A faint fragrance filled his nostrils, simultaneously awakening his skin hunger and igniting a feverish heat within him.

“I’m nervous too,” Pei Yanbing said, placing Yuan Shiyuan’s hand over his heart so they could both feel the powerful, thudding heartbeat. “Very nervous.”

The pulse beneath his palm was alarmingly rapid. Yuan Shiyuan couldn’t believe that the seemingly cold and expressionless Pei Yanbing’s heart rate could reach such an extreme.

“Captain, is your susceptible period approaching?” Yuan Shiyuan asked, his senses acutely aware of Pei Yanbing’s overwhelming pheromone concentration. “Should we… maybe postpone this for next time?”

“It’s fine,” Pei Yanbing murmured, his voice low and husky. He tightened his grip on Yuan Shiyuan’s nape. “Just this once.”

“Alright…”

The dance studio mirror reflected their indistinct silhouettes, the flashlight beam swaying across their intertwined figures. Yuan Shiyuan averted his gaze, burying his face deeper into the Alpha’s shoulder.

This kind of romantic atmosphere—straight out of a K-drama—is so rare to experience in real life, Yuan Shiyuan thought, recalling the script’s details. “This scene reminds me of that scene where the leads secretly kiss in the classroom during their school days.”

“They’re both so innocent and inexperienced, but their love is too strong to resist. They kiss in the classroom, knowing someone could walk in at any moment. It’s so cautious, yet so thrilling…”

As Yuan Shiyuan recounted the scene, Pei Yanbing suddenly remarked, “Your memory is remarkable.”

Having only read the script a few times, Yuan Shiyuan had already committed every detail to memory. He smirked proudly, “Of course it is.”

He added with a touch of frustration, “But when it comes to remembering routes… my memory isn’t exactly my strong suit.”

Before he could finish speaking, a large hand suddenly moved up from the nape of his neck, slipping through his hair to cup the back of his head. A tingling sensation, like an electric shock, ran across his scalp, freezing him in place. He could only tilt his head back and gaze up at Pei Yanbing, who was looking down at him intently.

Pei Yanbing stared intently at his face, slowly lowering his head until they were inches apart, then closer, closer still. When their noses brushed, their mingled breaths collided, burning like fire. The Alpha’s breathing grew noticeably ragged, and he tentatively nuzzled the tip of Yuan Shiyuan’s nose.

Even though nothing had happened yet, Yuan Shiyuan’s already flushed lips inexplicably glistened with a faint sheen, becoming wet and dewy.

Under that direct, earnest gaze, Yuan Shiyuan felt everything he did was wrong. His hands, with nowhere to rest, finally clenched tightly onto the fabric at the Alpha’s waist, his fingertips rubbing back and forth aimlessly, as if trying to distract himself.

He waited for a moment, but Pei Yanbing made no further move. Just as he parted his lips slightly, Pei Yanbing’s thin lips pressed down on his.

Even as Yuan Shiyuan tried his best to relax, the moment Pei Yanbing’s lips truly met his, he instinctively clamped his mouth shut, his entire body trembling with nervousness. Sensing his apprehension, Pei Yanbing refrained from forcing the kiss deeper, instead gently pressing against his soft lips, grinding them lightly.

The inexperienced Alpha moved slowly, his kiss almost pleading. Seeing Yuan Shiyuan gradually relax, he tentatively extended the tip of his tongue, shyly licking the corner of Yuan Shiyuan’s mouth.

An Alpha’s lips are thinner, pressing against Yuan Shiyuan’s noticeably fuller, softer lips, causing them to sink inward slightly and spread to the sides.

Coupled with the licking motion, the wetness between their parted lips stretched into glistening strands, creating a slick, smacking sound that echoed clearly in the silent dance studio—sticky and intimate.

Yuan Shiyuan’s mind went blank from this tentative, clearly novice kiss, yet he was surprised to find it somewhat… pleasant.

His delicate lips parted slightly under the Alpha’s exploration, revealing a glimpse of wet red flesh. But the moment he sensed Pei Yanbing’s tongue trying to deepen the kiss, he instinctively clamped his lips shut like a wary creature.

For Yuan Shiyuan, it was a primal, instinctive rejection. But for Pei Yanbing, the slightest parting of lips had released a delicate, intense fragrance, far more potent than what he’d smelled before, igniting an insatiable craving for more.

A tentative kiss, a subtle scent—the Alpha lost control, sinking consciously into this enthralling descent.

Pei Yanbing’s breathing quickened abruptly as he pressed deeper, seeking that scent. His teeth instinctively grazed Yuan Shiyuan’s lips, nipping them lightly.

“Mmm?”

That soft moan jolted the Alpha back to his senses. He dimly recognized his loss of control but forced himself to regulate his breathing and pull away.

“Captain,” Yuan Shiyuan called out softly. He pursed his lips lightly and glanced at Pei Yanbing with watery eyes. “Don’t bite me.”

“……”

“I’m sorry.” Pei Yanbing cupped Yuan Shiyuan’s face, bending down to examine the mark on his lips. Fortunately, the bite was light—no blood. “It’s my first kiss. I have no experience. I’ll be more careful.”

“It’s okay,” Yuan Shiyuan said, noticing the Alpha’s awkwardness. “It’s my first time too. I don’t know how to kiss.”

Unbeknownst to him, the Alpha’s gaze momentarily flickered with surprise. The usually stoic face softened into a bewildered, almost flattered expression.

Yuan Shiyuan, absorbed in self-reproach, looked down and pretended to be busy examining his fingers.

Even though he’d watched some tutorial videos, the real thing felt completely different. He wanted to open his mouth, but the moment he remembered the Alpha was an Alpha, he unconsciously tightened his lips, refusing entry.

Kissing was still too intimate.

In the power-outage dance studio, the sweltering heat intensified Yuan Shiyuan’s scent, making it almost palpable.

Pei Yanbing reached out to stroke the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s head and patted his back soothingly. He also released a cool pheromone to help dispel the heat.

“Do you want to continue?” he asked, looking down at Yuan Shiyuan. Beneath his calm, restrained gaze, a hint of dark, untamed desire flickered.

Pei Yanbing undoubtedly wanted to continue. But the decision rested with Yuan Shiyuan, and he could only obey.

“Of course, we should continue.”

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t hesitate. He frowned slightly, repeatedly replaying his earlier performance in his mind. “I don’t think I did very well just now. It felt… very off.”

He couldn’t quite find his rhythm. Perhaps the French kiss—the intimate exchange of saliva—felt too invasive for him. He wasn’t used to such intimacy, and given it was his first kiss, it was no surprise he felt awkward.

“Let’s try again,” Yuan Shiyuan said, lifting his head with the earnestness of someone tackling an impossibly complex math problem. “I’ll do better this time.”

Pei Yanbing didn’t know whether to feel happy or disappointed. Yuan Shiyuan seemed to be treating the kiss merely as rehearsal practice, viewing him as just a prop for his performance.

“Captain?”

“Yes, okay.” Pei Yanbing snapped out of his reverie, immediately lowered his head, only to have his lips covered.

“No, that’s wrong,” Yuan Shiyuan said earnestly. “You shouldn’t just kiss me directly. It should be like before—wait a moment, then kiss me as if you can’t resist.”

“The boyfriend character is supposed to be a bit naive and reserved. You should struggle a little, show some inner conflict.”

“Is that so?” Pei Yanbing asked.

“Yes, that’s what the script says,” Yuan Shiyuan replied.

“Like this?”

After a few seconds of locked gazes, Pei Yanbing’s warm palm suddenly gripped the back of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck, causing him to flinch slightly. Then, those searingly hot, thin lips pressed against his own, forcing their way inside through his slightly parted lips with a wet, unfamiliar pressure.

Having learned from their previous encounter, the Alpha’s kissing technique had improved slightly this time. Even though it was his first real kiss, his primal instincts, etched in his genes, instinctively drove him to explore deeper, more delectable territories.

Pei Yanbing’s tongue slipped through the narrow opening between Yuan Shiyuan’s lips. Yuan Shiyuan tried to pull back slightly, but it was too late. Pei Yanbing held him firmly by the back of the head, feeding his tongue inside completely.

When his tongue was enveloped by the Alpha’s warm, moist mouth, the strange yet intensely comforting sensation made him freeze. Almost instinctively, he sucked once. The arms around his waist tightened abruptly, Yuan Shiyuan’s eyes widened, and the corners of his eyes involuntarily glistened with moisture.

Yuan Shiyuan was being kissed—a tongue kiss. His mind suddenly short-circuited. Instinctively, he extended his tongue, intending to push the Alpha away, only to find it entwined with the Alpha’s own.

His expression was tense and dazed, his fingers clenching the fabric at the Alpha’s waist as he numbly tried to respond.

His small tongue was enveloped and sucked, drawing out wet, suggestive smack sounds.

Even when his mouth had merely been probed by fingers, Yuan Shiyuan had found it unbearable. Now, their breaths mingled, and as he had predicted, his mouth proved exquisitely sensitive. Just a few licks sent electric jolts through his body, paralyzing his mind and igniting heat in his lower abdomen.

This strange, unfamiliar sensation frightened him, yet he couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around the Alpha’s waist, letting out a shaky, nasal whimper.

“Mmm…”

“W-wait… ah… mwah.”

His attempt to plead for a pause was reduced to a garbled whimper by the Alpha’s thick tongue, which had forced its way between his teeth. Amidst the chaotic panting and wet smacking sounds of their kiss, saliva overflowed from the corners of his mouth, leaving a glistening trail down his chin.

N-no, I can’t…

Yuan Shiyuan’s limbs went numb, as if his senses were overloaded. A tingling pleasure prickled across his scalp. He jerked his head weakly, trying to evade, but was chased down and pulled back into the kiss.

Their intertwined tongues, visible between their passionately locked lips, exhaled a warm, moist white mist tinged with the Alpha’s scent.

Pei Yanbing’s kiss was clumsy yet carried the Alpha’s inherent dominance. Their mingled breath warmed the room, steamy and feverish.

In the pitch-black dance studio, only their bodies glowed faintly. Yuan Shiyuan suddenly thought they resembled protagonists secretly kissing in a classroom.

Afraid of being discovered and tense with nervousness, he instinctively clamped his legs around the Alpha’s waist. He tilted his head back to speak, but his lips were captured in a hungry suckle.

Yuan Shiyuan knelt astride Pei Yanbing, his thighs pressing against the Alpha’s sides. The darkness caused by the power outage, combined with his tear-blurred vision, heightened his sensitivity. Each kiss and suckle sent intense jolts through him.

Their glands, separated only by thin fabric, repeatedly brushed together with each kiss. As the kiss deepened, an unexpected, forbidden pleasure surged through him.

“N-no… I, mmph…”

“S-stop… for a moment…”

The clumsy kiss slowly improved, but Yuan Shiyuan could barely endure it. His mouth was already highly sensitive, and after finally gasping for air, their lips parted with a wet, smacking sound.

White steam billowed between their teeth, and glistening saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths.

Pei Yanbing, still reluctant to part, pecked at Yuan Shiyuan’s lips again and again, licking away every trace of moisture from the corners and seams. As if unable to get enough, he then kissed Yuan Shiyuan’s face—his forehead, the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose—leaving no spot untouched.

Finally… is it over?

Yuan Shiyuan lay back, the back of his head resting in the Alpha’s palm, his mouth agape as he gasped for breath, the swollen tip of his tongue peeking out slightly. Even as he trembled with each ragged breath, saliva continued to trickle down.

“Haaah… hah…”

The broken gasps echoed through the dance studio.

Yuan Shiyuan had always been beautiful, but now his snow-white skin was flushed with a delicate, sensual crimson. His slender chest heaved with each labored breath, while strands of soft pink hair clung obediently to the side of his neck. His brows were furrowed slightly, and his unfocused, moist gaze remained fixed on the Alpha.

Pei Yanbing’s breathing quickened for a few seconds.

Fixing his gaze on Yuan Shiyuan’s expression, he gripped the nape of Yuan Shiyuan’s neck with one large hand, cupped his cheek with the other, and lowered his head to plunge into another urgent kiss.

“Mmh?!”

Yuan Shiyuan’s pupils dilated sharply.

Between the Alpha’s bony fingers, Yuan Shiyuan’s flushed cheeks, wet and reddened eyes, and the furrowed brow creased from the intensity of the deep kiss were clearly visible.

The Alpha kissed him with a ferocity that threatened to devour him whole. His kisses were hurried, utterly devoid of the cold restraint he usually displayed. Pei Yanbing shifted angles, licking Yuan Shiyuan’s lips, sucking on his tongue, and hooking the retreating flesh to entwine it with his own.

In this feverish, possessive state, he was no different from any Alpha consumed by lust.

The two tongues intertwined in midair, slick and crimson, gleaming like polished jewels under the dim light. The sloppy, wet sounds of their kiss mingled with choked sobs that sounded like weeping and gasping, blending into a choked whimper.

Is this what kissing feels like?

Why… why does it feel so good?

The wet kisses Yuan Shiyuan had once found repulsive now sent shivers through his body, making his head spin. Only when his lungs burned from lack of air did he begin to gasp intermittently, whimpering, “Mmm… ah! Enough… enough!”

Yuan Shiyuan struggled to turn his head, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a sudden, indistinct black shadow in the mirror on the side wall, appearing abruptly in the doorway.

The towering Alpha leaned against the wall, his ear piercing gleaming coldly in the darkness, making Yuan Shiyuan’s pupils constrict. How long had the other person been standing there, watching them kiss so passionately?

Their eyes met across the room. The shadowy figure showed no sign of hiding, nor any awareness of being a voyeur. Instead, it remained motionless, staring directly at Yuan Shiyuan with an unblinking gaze.

Overwhelmed with shame, Yuan Shiyuan abruptly shoved Pei Yanbing away with all his might. Breaking free from the Alpha’s grip was easy enough, but the force of his push sent him staggering backward, collapsing onto the floor with a dull thud.

Click. The dance studio’s power suddenly flickered back on.

His mobile phone happened to roll to a stop right beside his face, its flashlight illuminating his expression with brutal clarity—a close-up shot in a film.

Lying on the cold tile floor, Yuan Shiyuan stared blankly at the ceiling, gasping and sobbing. Even though it had been just a kiss, his face was now streaked with tears, his sweat-dampened pink hair clinging to his temples and the corners of his mouth. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were flushed crimson from crying, each ragged breath punctuated by choked sobs.

A crimson tongue trembled between parted lips, quivering pitifully in mid-air, glistening with moisture. Yuan Shiyuan’s already short top had ridden up, exposing a patch of sweat-dampened, pale pink midriff. Fine beads of perspiration shimmered under the lamplight, reflecting an alluring, watery sheen.

Half of his delicate pink skin, warmed to a flushed tenderness by his body heat, radiated a ripe, inviting crimson, as if ready to be plucked.

Yuan Shiyuan, still reeling from his first kiss—perhaps too passionate—was now lost in its lingering afterglow, his legs trembling faintly. Sweat had pooled behind his knees like tiny puddles, some of it still trickling down his inner thighs…

The Alpha’s gaze remained fixed on this scene.

When Pei Yanbing reached to lift Yuan Shiyuan into his arms, the younger man flinched violently, his abdomen tightening as if burned. Collapsing against the Alpha’s shoulder, Yuan Shiyuan’s unfocused gaze drifted past Pei Yanbing’s shoulder, instinctively turning toward the closed door…

The door remained tightly shut, the room empty.

During their kiss, the shadowy figure he had glimpsed—almost indistinguishable from the darkness—along with its blunt, nearly predatory stare, must have been nothing more than his imagination.

Was it really… just his imagination?