Mr.beta, you are mine

More than nine o'clock, the sound of frying resounded in the kitchen, and the smell of potato stew with beef wafted out, stimulating Mike Butler's taste buds, and making Mike keep swallowing. The young master Harry wasn't in the mood for dinner today, so Mrs. Halle reminded Mike's mother to make some simple late-night food. Mike stood beside his mother, admiring: - So delicious! Can I try a little bit? Just a little. Mrs. Butler, intent on her work, replied: - Didn't you already have dinner? When I am done cooking, remember to take it to the young master. But... She hesitated, paused for a moment, then continued: - Are you going to your room tonight? Mike was still staring at the pot of soup. - I will not be returning tonight. The young master reminded me to spend the night in his room. Don't worry, mom. I'll behave well and respect the young Master. Mrs Butler could only sigh when she heard that. Actually, her family has been working at the Walkers for more than ten years. With a rural beta family from the countryside, finding a job like this is very difficult. The Walker family is very popular in the city. Although they are all alpha, they treat the workers very well, and the salary is also higher than other places. Five years ago, when her husband died, they even gave her a special raise to help her and take care of her two children. Mike Butler and Eira Butler also followed her to help at Walker's house since they were little. They couldn't do much, but they still paid them. They're really good, but the young master notices Mike. - The soup has done. Mike, you bring it to the young master. Mike took the bowl of soup from his mother, poured another glass of orange juice, and went to the young master's room. Looking at her son's back, Mrs Butler could only sigh. If it weren't for Eira's heart condition, she definitely wouldn't have let Mike do such a thing. Mike paused for a while as he stood in front of the door. Every day he and the young master do the same thing, and even now, when he thinks about it, he still feels embarrassed. Trying to calm his pounding heart, Mike calls out: - Young master! I brought late-night food. - Come in. Entering the room, the first thing that attracted Mike was the back figure working hard at the computer. Gently putting the tray of food down beside the young master, Mike out of habit raised his hands to massage the young master's shoulders. The movement of the person in front of Mike stopped, and his body relaxed gradually with each beat of Mike's massage. - Very comfortable. Mike smiled, pointing at the bowl of soup. - Young master, you should drink soup. A hot drink will be better for your health. The hand was suddenly caught, and the voice of the person in front of him was a little uncomfortable: - Master? What should you call me if it's just the two of us? The young master became upset. He hates anyone who disobeys. Mike hurriedly said: - Harry. - Good boy. Harry's tone grew softer. Harry pulled Mike into his lap, burying his head in the white neck of Mike, greedily inhaling Mike's scent. comfortable, the mood was really better. Mike pulled the bowl of soup closer, clearing his throat:  - You should eat. It's not good to let it cool. - Do not want to eat. Harry's hand moved forward, undoing three buttons, pulling Mike's shirt to the side, exposing his white ch*st. The left hand quickly slipped from under the t-shirt to massage Mike's waist, and the right hand restlessly began to feel the small spot in front of his ch*st. The places Harry touched felt hot, numbing pleasure gradually spread throughout his body, making Mike unable to resist. Harry gently nibbled on Mike's shoulder, until a series of kiss marks appeared. Harry just fell a little satisfied. Mike wanted to soften, his face flushed red against Harry's chest, gasping for breath. Harry smiled, kissing Mike's forehead lightly, his hand still not working. Pheromones began to emanate from Harry, filling the room. - Give it to me. - You're an obnoxious one. Mike hissed softly, nuzzling the restless hand. Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around Mike's waist, not stroking around. - Give it to me. Seeing that Harry was sitting quietly, Mike obediently fed him spoon by spoon. Mike is all too familiar with Harry's groping actions, and besides, Mike doesn't hate it, he has a bit of anticipation. Now Mike is only fifteen this year, just starting to hit puberty, it's not a problem for such touching to be unresponsive. Harry is three years older than Mike, with Harry touching like that is too restrained, Harry will wait until Mike is an adult to go further. Anyway, they have plenty of time. The bowl of soup briefly saw the bottom, Mike was fed to eat a lot. Mike has to admit that his mother cooks very well, but this person doesn't know how to enjoy anything. The cup of orange juice was also Mike's drinking alone. At this rate he feel like he would become a pig. - Is it sweet? - Swee... ah... Before Mike could finish his sentence, Harry took over Mike's mouth. The cunning tongue stirred every nook and cranny of Mike's mouth, drawing Mike to its every beat. A jet of water flowed from the corners of both of their mouths, it was sparkling. Harry worked hard to bite Mike's lip, sucking up as much of Mike's saliva as he fed Mike his own. Mike was slow at first, then slowly sank into a deep kiss, his mind all fuzzy. Mike's arms were wrapped around Harry, holding Harry close. Pheromones are stronger, filling every corner of the room. If Mike was an omega, Mike would have gone mad and felt in heat immediately. But Mike is a beta, when Pheromone is too much, he vaguely feels its presence. But that's okay, this is one of the things Harry likes about Mike, every reaction from Mike is made by him, not by that Pheromone. It wasn't until Mike was about to suffocate that Harry reluctantly left. Looking at Mike with dazed eyes, red swollen lips, and a faint scent of s*x on his face, his "big boy" stood up, he couldn't wait to force Mike down to "eat". Don't be rude, don't be rude. Mike is still immature, so don't be too impatient. Harry stroked Mike's soft cheeks, he whispered: - Let's go to bed. We're not done yet.