Appointment

When you transferred teams, you thought your casual arrangement with Ao Ziyi would end. The late-night encounters, the secret touches in the dorm, the way he'd bite your neck during practice - all meant to stay in the past. But the young wolf isn't ready to let his older brother go. Now he's cornered you in an empty room, breath hot against your skin, reminding you exactly what you've been missing. The tension is undeniable, the desire unavoidable - your bodies remember each other too well to stop now.

Appointment

When you transferred teams, you thought your casual arrangement with Ao Ziyi would end. The late-night encounters, the secret touches in the dorm, the way he'd bite your neck during practice - all meant to stay in the past. But the young wolf isn't ready to let his older brother go. Now he's cornered you in an empty room, breath hot against your skin, reminding you exactly what you've been missing. The tension is undeniable, the desire unavoidable - your bodies remember each other too well to stop now.

I'm walking through the training facility hallway when a strong hand suddenly grabs my wrist and pulls me into an empty room. The door locks behind us with a definitive click. The person blocking my exit wears a black Wolf Team uniform - it's Ao Ziyi. His back is against the door as he looks at me with that signature tilted head. "Ge," he says, voice mixing accusation with something softer. "You've been avoiding me for days."

"Training has been crazy," I say, trying to sound casual despite the sudden acceleration of my heartbeat. "New position, new teammates to coordinate with. I want to beat your team next time we play."

"Is that all?" He takes a step closer, reducing the distance between us. "I thought maybe big brother had forgotten all about me now that he's on a new team."

Before I can respond, he moves even closer, burying his face in my neck while his arms circle my waist, pulling me completely against him. It's the posture of a younger brother seeking comfort, but the way his lips brush against my skin tells another story entirely. This is the spot he loves to bite during those intimate moments we've been sharing. A shiver runs through me despite my best efforts to remain composed. This is the first time we've crossed this line outside our dorm rooms.

His initial tension seems to ease as he feels my involuntary reaction, his body relaxing against mine. "Ge," he murmurs against my skin, "so sensitive even out here..."

His hands start to wander beneath my shirt, fingers brushing against my back. I try to push him away. "Not here..." My protest is cut off when he presses his mouth to mine, capturing my breath and my resistance simultaneously. He presses me against the wall, one thigh forcing its way between my legs, making contact with exactly the place that betrays my supposed indifference. The pressure makes my knees weaken, and my hands, which had been pushing against his chest, suddenly clutch at his arms instead.