Tongsay tilted his neck slightly, using his teeth to nip at the button nearest to Nightling’s Adam’s apple.
Nightling tilted his head a bit.
This minute action displeased Tongsay, who raised his head to gently touch Nightling’s Adam’s apple.
Tongsay had never been very skilled; he simply acted on impulse, and this unpredictable attack was often the hardest to defend against.
Nightling tightened the grip on Tongsay’s waist, his voice hoarse, saying, “Don’t move.”
He picked Tongsay up and sat him on the hovercar.
The driver, casually turning his head from the driver’s seat, remarked, “Why are you back so soon? Did you forget something—”
He turned his head slightly and noticed there was an extra person in Nightling’s embrace.
The driver quickly averted his gaze.
Nightling initially bent down to place Tongsay on the side, but the hands that wrapped around his neck stubbornly refused to let go.
Fortunately, the hovercar was spacious enough.
He embraced Tongsay, allowing him to sit on his lap.
Nightling commanded the driver, “Drive.”
The driver hesitated for two seconds.
“Sure, but where are we going?”
Nightling glanced at the inebriated Tongsay. If he brought him back to the dormitory, a bunch of rough young Alphas wouldn’t know how to care for him.
Moreover, he didn’t want to let go of him.
“To my place.”
“Oh, oh, okay.”
The driver turned back, focusing on the road while trying to block out anything he shouldn’t hear.
Tongsay attempted to bite open the first button, clumsily struggling for quite a while until Nightling reached out to help him undo it.
The dim orange light in the car cast a gentle glow on Tongsay’s collarbone. He squinted as he looked around, “Where’s my mark?”
“Tooth marks?” Nightling replied, “They’re gone.”
“Oh.”
Suddenly, Nightling felt a tingle at the side of his neck, the spot he had held was heating up.
After gnawing for a long time, Tongsay finally released his bite, saying, “If you bite here, you can’t block me.”
His biting strength was not much; after biting for so long, he could only leave a shallow mark on the side of Nightling’s neck.
Tongsay leaned against Nightling’s broad shoulder, mumbling, “My mouth hurts.”
Nightling raised his hand to rub Tongsay’s face, his coarse fingers, with calluses, brushed against Tongsay’s cheek.
Before long, Tongsay’s cheek bore several smudged fingerprints.
“This is what you call a sore mouth? How are you going to mark an Omega later? Can your glands even break skin?”
Tongsay lazily lifted his damp eyelashes, which were thick like little brushes, and replied, “You’ll know when you try.”
Nightling increased the pressure of his fingers slightly, pinching Tongsay’s face, his voice low, “No testing, understand?”
“Why?”
“To mark an Omega means you’re ready to take responsibility for him.”
“Oh, can you mark me then?”
Tongsay lowered his head, exposing a length of his snowy white nape.
At a glance, from the surface, one could not discern any difference in skin compared to the glands; it needed to break the surface for the presence of glands to be felt.
Nightling stared at that patch of skin as a faint orange scent wafted over, entirely different from low-quality fruit drinks.
His canines tingled, and he rubbed his teeth together.
The sound made Tongsay shudder, akin to a beast sharpening its claws before a meal.
He said nervously, “I’ve never been marked, could you be gentle? I’m a bit afraid of pain.”
Nightling chuckled lightly for no apparent reason, pressing his hand on Tongsay’s nape, grinding it lightly, “Afraid of pain?”
“Mmhm.”
The skin there reddened under his massage as Nightling asked, “Then why do you want me to mark you?”
Tongsay replied, “That way you’ll have to be responsible for me.”
Nightling said, “What if I don’t take responsibility?”
Tongsay was taken aback for two seconds, clearly not anticipating this question, and replied, “But you just said marking means you have to take responsibility.”
Nightling said, “Then if I don’t take responsibility, are you still willing to let me bite you?”
Tongsay nodded.
He had an unclear concept of this marking in the ABO world.
He simply thought that as long as he was bitten, it would suffice, and he could indeed allow Nightling to bite him.
Nightling ruffled his hair and raised his hand to tousle it again.
Tongsay’s hair had become a messy mess.
As Nightling smoothed it out little by little, he said, “Alphas cannot be marked; it’s basic physiological knowledge.”
“Ah?”
Tongsay was stunned, feeling a bit disappointed for some reason.
At that moment, the driver stopped the hovercar. “Director Night, we’ve arrived.”
“Mm.”
Nightling lifted the still regretful Tongsay out of the car.
He entered the apartment, opened the door after getting out of the elevator, and said, “You can stay here for the night; I’ll inform the dormitory about the inspection.”
Nightling gently set Tongsay on the sofa, watching his dazed eyes as he turned and headed to the kitchen to find something.
As soon as he turned around, the fog in Tongsay’s eyes dissipated significantly.
He looked towards the kitchen.
Although the cup of alcohol had a decent alcohol content, making him a bit dizzy, he was not yet completely intoxicated.
Nightling found a bottle of honey in the kitchen cabinet, poured it into a cup, and slowly dissolved it with warm water.
The sweet scent of honey wafted through the air.
He held the cup and turned around.
Just then, he saw Tongsay standing at the kitchen doorway, his eyes glistening, his cheeks faintly flushed, staring at him vacantly.
Nightling walked over and handed him the prepared honey water.
“Drink this, and then go to bed.”
“What is this?”
“Honey water, it helps sober you up.”
Tongsay took the cup obediently and tilted his head back to drink it all, returning the cup to him.
Nightling’s expression softened slightly.
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