Last Love chapter 32
Wen ge.
He really said that.
Wen Ke suddenly felt as if a little rabbit had nestled in his chest, beating wildly.
Never before had he experienced something so marvelous. Bouncing and jubilant, it felt like just a few seconds, and his chest could barely contain that little rabbit.
This mood made him feel a bit at a loss, still holding onto Han Jiangque’s crotch, clumsily caressing it up and down.
“Does it hurt?”
He leaned over and kissed Han Jiangque’s eyelashes.
Han Jiangque had the most beautiful eyes in the world.
“…”
Han Jiangque hesitated and said, “A little.”
Wen Ke’s kiss was gentle and soft.
After the satisfaction of Omega, a faint fragrance emanated from his body, mixed with his own pheromones. It was as if he had suddenly returned to that summer in his youth.
Wen Ke kissed him twice, then quietly slipped under the covers, burying his head between Han Jiangque’s legs, gently taking his crotch in his mouth.
Han Jiangque looked surprised as he widened his eyes, and a sweet sensation surrounded him. He made a muffled sound and then lay on the pillow, closing his eyes.
The Alpha’s organ, while slightly less erect than before, was still very large. As Wen Ke continued, he felt a slight warmth, as if it was indeed a bit swollen.
At the climax, an Alpha’s organ had to expand significantly to lock into the Omega’s reproductive cavity, so the first time should be painful.
Wen Ke thought about this and suddenly felt a bit sorry.
He licked the tip with his tongue, then struggled to take it in a bit deeper, delicately soothing it with the warmth of his throat.
After doing this for a while, Han Jiangque suddenly reached out, lifted Wen Ke’s face from under the covers, and gently kissed him.
“Feeling better?” Wen Ke asked softly.
Han Jiangque nodded slightly but remained silent, burying his face in Wen Ke’s shoulder.
The 192cm Han Jiangque squeezed into the narrow space within the Omega’s shoulders, like a large beast embracing a small human, making it hard to imagine him feeling comfortable in such a position.
In the moonlight, only a small part of Han Jiangque’s side face was faintly visible, and the deep scar under his sharp eyebrows was particularly eye-catching.
Wen Ke gently touched the scar and then Han Jiangque’s slightly reddened ear, whispering, “Han Jiangque, the first time… it’s usually a bit painful.”
“Is it?” Han Jiangque finally lifted his head and asked, the tall Alpha clearly bothered by it.
“Maybe,” Wen Ke hesitated.
Actually, he had never thought about this before.
No Alpha would complain about such things. Alphas were a powerful gender, the attacking side. Male Alphas, standing at the top of the sexes, were not allowed to be weak in society. They themselves considered weakness shameful, as if it were an unwritten rule.
But Han Jiangque was different.
Wen Ke had felt this way vaguely since ten years ago.
Han Jiangque was lonely, wandering outside the mainstream, like a little wolf expelled from the pack, running alone in the wilderness with wounds.
The headmaster was troubled by him and put a red scarf around his neck, repeatedly disciplining him harshly.
Yet, he remained stubborn, never submitting or fitting in.
This contradictory personality created Han Jiangque’s fascinating charm – innocent yet lonely, persistent yet fragile.
Like a multi-faceted glass under the scorching sun, reflecting colorful lights.
Beauty was such a breathtaking feeling.
It made people want to possess it greedily, but when reaching out, they couldn’t help but feel sorrowful. Because common human memory told them that beauty was fleeting and transient.
It was this sense of beauty that made Wen Ke completely infatuated the first time he saw Han Jiangque in high school.
“Integration” was a ritual that every young person had to go through to become an adult.
Ten years had passed, but Han Jiangque still refused to grow up in this way.
Wen Ke suddenly thought that even if he reached thirty-six, maybe even forty-six, Han Jiangque wouldn’t change.
He would always be this charming young man –
Because he had preserved beauty eternally.
…
Han Jiangque’s hand suddenly gently covered Wen Ke’s lower abdomen. He asked in a low voice, “Wen Ke, back then… did it hurt?”
Wen Ke couldn’t help but fall silent.
Of course, it hurt.
His immature reproductive organ was suddenly opened, and lying on the bed, he felt like a doll with its insides ripped out, a pain that almost made him lose all desire for intimacy in one go.
But he certainly didn’t want to talk about his first time in a casual tone in front of Han Jiangque. To downplay it seemed wrong, but to emphasize the long-lost pain after ten years seemed too weak.
Moreover, he didn’t even want to mention the words “Zhuo Yuan” in front of Han Jiangque.
After a while, he finally said calmly, “It did hurt a bit.”
Han Jiangque, with his dark eyes, looked at him intently, and a trace of melancholy gradually appeared in his eyes.
He burrowed under the covers, used his tongue to lick Wen Ke’s lower abdomen, making the round navel wet. It was a truly strange form of intimacy.
After licking for a while, he climbed back up and rested his head on Wen Ke’s shoulder, saying softly, “Wen Ke, it would be great if we could endure it together.”
Wen Ke’s nose suddenly felt painfully sour. He turned around, embraced Han Jiangque, but awkwardly didn’t know what to say.
Han Jiangque’s words always touched the softest part of his heart.
He was a worldly adult, so even if he wanted to discard those unpleasant thoughts, they would occasionally resurface in his mind.
Those fragments of self-loathing –
Han Jiangque had entrusted himself to him so completely, but he hadn’t been able to reciprocate.
It wasn’t about feeling dirty, nor some boring “first time Omega” scenario. It was just regret, just pure regret.
Despite his first love being Han Jiangque, he hadn’t been able to sweetly share the intimacy of the first kiss with him or spend the heat period with his most beloved person.
That’s life. Because there’s no going back, regrets are destined to remain unhealed forever.
Just thinking about it made him feel like he was about to burst into tears.
Han Jiangque lifted his head, saw his reddened eyes, and suddenly became nervous. He reached out, covering the corners of Wen Ke’s eyes, and awkwardly said, “Wen Ke, that’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.”
He leaned over and kissed Wen Ke’s lips, clumsily saying, “I love you regardless.”
Wen Ke nodded, reaching back to hug Han Jiangque tightly.
They stayed cuddled up in the warm blankets, licking each other like two small animals.
That night, Wen Ke had a thought for the first time –
As an Omega, sometimes he was confined by gender, thinking he was the only one to endure pain. However, even powerful Alphas could feel pain during their first mating.
Why did nature make them experience special pain during their first time?
Perhaps because the focus was never on the body but on the heart.
Making love is a beautiful thing because it is the most intimate interaction between two lives.
It’s the body language of giving oneself completely – “I love you, so I give myself entirely to you.”
In that moment, the feelings were both blissful and turbulent because life’s journey was no longer just about oneself but also about another immensely important person.
So, Omegas might feel pain, and Alphas might feel pain because it’s the innocence and uncertainty facing a new experience.
With this fresh perspective, Wen Ke, as an Omega, sincerely cherished the tall Alpha in his arms.
It was Han Jiangque’s first time, at the age of twenty-six, starting a new journey. How naive and uneasy he must feel.
His eyes were filled with tenderness. He gently kissed Han Jiangque’s ear and whispered softly, “I love you too, my little wolf.”
My little wolf, my precious, I will always be very, very good to you.
Thinking such cheesy thoughts, but not daring to say them out loud.
So, human joys and sorrows may not be as inaccessible as they seem.
Alpha and Omega, male and female;
Physically different, genders different; but some emotions are universally felt by all humans.
Like those hidden loves and pains, like the growth and regrets that drift in the wind –
People, despite different paths, converge in the end.