Hated By The Alpha-Chapter 218: Foodgasm

Leon was walking beside Mark. He was slowly walking around the vegetable section, hoping he would find one of the things he came for.

"You can tell me what you’re looking for, I can help find it," Mark said quietly, pushing the cart before him.

Leon shook his head, "You wouldn’t know it." He said, focused on looking at the displayed vegetables.

"Okay," Mark nodded, continuing to follow Leon quietly.

He stared, imagining how it would feel to finally have the right to hold Leon freely as they walked. Right now, they looked like two cool bros out to get groceries, no one could tell they were an item.

He wanted to stake his claim and let all those girls know Leon was off the market. Leon was already taken off the display rack and inside Mark’s shopping bag, purchased.

He wanted to be able to kiss Leon whenever he felt like, not pushing does his feelings each time they became too much.

"Mark?" A voice called from beside Leon.

"No way, Mark!" An excited young man went over to Mark and hugged him, tapping behind his shoulder.

Mark smiled he moment he saw who it was, a friend from college who also happened to be his one-time business partner.

"What’s up, Renault, it’s been ages," Mark said, smiling.

Renault nodded, "It has, how long? Five years? No one saw you after Russell shut down his companies." He said. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Leon stood by the side, eyes like lasers as he stared at Renault, balling his fists each time he touched Mark.

"I see you’re still single, pushing the cart alone in the mall. No mate yet?" Renault asked.

Mark placed at Leon, gripping his fingers around the cart, "Not really." He replied, still smiling politely.

"Ahh, that’s sad. My mate is waiting for me in the car, we’re expecting next month. But, hey, her sister is quite stunning, I’ll link you two up later. See you around, man," Renault hugged Mark once more before he hurried off.

Sighing, Mark slowly turned but couldn’t find Leon anymore.

"Oh no," He realised Leon must have left after hearing his conversation with Renault.

He closed his eyes and sniffed in, locating Leon without stress.

He pushed the cart forward, it wasn’t long before he found Leon in a quiet corner, between tall aisles.

"Hey," Mark left the cary and went over to Leon who had refused to look at him, pretending to check out some weird blender.

He stood behind Leon, his hands itching to hold his waist, but he refrained. "I’m sorry." He apologised.

Leon turned and faced Mark, "What are you talking about?" He asked nonchalantly, staring at Mark.

Mark sighed, "My discussion with Ren -"

"Oh, no, it’s fine, you don’t have to apologise, it’s not like you have a mate, right?" Leon asked, raising his brow.

Mark raised his hand to Leon’s shoulder, "Don’t say that, baby. I do have you. I shouldn’t have disregarded you, no matter what." He said, leaving a fleeting touch on Leon’s cheek.

"It’s really fine, I don’t mind," Leon smiled.

Mark balled his fists. He knew Leon was hurting, and it was all because of him.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position since you haven’t made up your mind about us yet. I didn’t know what else to say," Mark explained.

Leon sighed, "It’s really okay. My indecisiveness made you do it." He tapped Mark’s arm.

"Enough, already, I just want to get some wines." He said and gently pushed on Mark’s.

"Just wines? I’ve got a few at home, you don’t need to buy," Mark said, letting the tense atmosphere diffuse between them.

"Ah, Lake’s I guess?" Leon asked.

Mark nodded, "Yes. It’s quite strong. Can you handle it?" He smirked.

"You’d be surprised," Leon replied and slid past Mark.

"Where are you going?" Mark asked, catching Leon’s hand.

"You don’t expect me to share your underwing you. Don’t follow me, I’m going to pick some," Leom said and walked off.

"I wouldn’t mind," Mark smiled and pushed the cart off.

After checking out their items, Leon asked Mark to drive him home, eager to make dinner.

"You can join me in the kitchen... if you want," Leon said as he carried his shopping bag toward the kitchen.

Mark, who was about to head into the room to sit alone until Leon called for him immediately halted and turned.

"Yes, I’d love to," He said and hurried behind Leon.

Inside the kitchen, Leon neatly arranged his ingredients on the countertop, washing his hands in the large sink.

"Come here, wash your hands," he called to Mark over his shoulders.

Mark nodded and walked forward.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Leon gasped, glaring behind his shoulder as Mark casually pressed onto his back, sneaking his hands through his sides.

"Washing my hands... as you instructed," Mark whispered beside Leon’s ear, washing his hands under the running water.

Leon gulped, staying still until Mark finished. He realised that Mark was quite tall, his presence was dominating too, making Leon feel quite small in Mark’s arms.

"What next?" Mark asked as he took his hands away from the running water.

Leon bit his lips and snatched the towel by the side of the sink, "Here, step back and wipe your hands. That’s what’s next." He pushed the towel into Mark’s hand, "Move." He said.

"Okay," Mark said and placed a kiss on Leon’s shoulder before stepping away.

He decided to keep trying, as long as he didn’t make Leon feel pressured with his advances.

Leon tapped his chest and took a deep breath before he turned and faced a cocky-looking Mark.

"This is a kitchen, Mr. Mark. Some behaviours are considered inappropriate for the kitchen," Leon said, clearing his throat.

Mark smiled, "Outside the kitchen, then?" He raised a brow at Leon.

"I want to send you out so bad, but I invited you already. So..." he pointed to the countertop. "Chop those onions. After that, get me a Burgundy, and you’re done here," Leon instructed, moving over to do other things.

"Yes, my prince," Mark replied and got to work, but not after tying a black apron around Leon.

"Allow me, please," he whispered as he loosely tied it behind Leon’s waist.

"Thank you," Leon muttered, genuinely grateful.

"You’re welcome," Mark said and went to chop his onions.

"What are we making?" Mark asked after a few glances at Leon.

"The Burgundy," Leon said.

"Right," Mark replied and walked to the other side of the kitchen to grab from a low cabinet.

"Here," He said as he dropped the bottle on the counter.

"Thank you," Leon nodded, preparing his mushrooms.

"This looks expensive and delicious. What is it called?" Mark asked, staring with interest at Leon as he slowly braised drumsticks in the Burgundy wine he had provided.

The onions, mushrooms, and other ingredients he couldn’t identify were added to the food.

"Coq au Vin. Chicken in Wine," Leon replied, not sparing Mark a glance.

Mark smiled, "It sounds romantic," He whispered.

Leon rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

"Is it a lovers’ meal? It sure looks like one," Mark’s hand found its way to Leon’s waist.

Leon shrugged, "If you want it to be." He answered.

Mark stepped closer, "I want it to be, Leon. You, my lover, making it for me, your lover." His face leaned in beside Leon’s.

"Alright, almost done. I’ll go ready the plates," Leon slid away, hiding his flushed cheeks.

He could feel Mark’s gaze on him, causing his pulse to race. His curiosity was heightening and he might just listen to that voice that had spoken to him earlier in Mark’s office.

He just might listen to it.

"You sure you can handle this?" Mark asked as he uncorcked Lake’s gold-rimmed wine bottle on top of the dining table.

Leon looked up from the plates he was setting, "You’ll find out after dinner, right?" He shrugged his shoulders.

Mark stared at Leon for a while and chuckled, shaking his head.

"Dinner is served," Leon said, lowering himself into the chair.

Mark walked over with a glass of wine in his hand, gently placing it down in front of him.

He sat down on the chair beside Leon, glancing at him as he took a bite from the food.

He kept his eyes on Leon’s as he slowly took the food to his mouth.

Leon tried to pretend he wasn’t paying attention, but his focus was absolute, an undivided laser beam on Mark.

He desperately wanted to see Mark’s reaction to the food.

"Mmm... fuck, ahh..." Mark moaned, a low, guttural sound as he savoured the bite.

Leon froze, utterly still. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that someone’s appreciation of food could cause such a stunning, undeniable bulge in his pants.

He watched Mark’s handsome face as he chewed, his chiselled jaw clenching subtly with pleasure.

Leon’s hand instinctively went under the table, discreetly covering his arousal.

Mark swallowed, his gaze pinning Leon instantly, before he slowly, deliberately, licked his lips clean.

"Delicious, just like the chef," he purred, a slow wink accompanying the words as his eyes roamed over Leon’s frozen face.

"You... you moaned," Leon heard himself blurt out, his voice barely a whisper.

Mark’s smirk widened. He leaned in close, his face mere inches from Leon’s. "It’s called foodgasm, handsome," he whispered, his fingers gently caressing Leon’s cheek.

His eyes then dropped, zeroing in on Leon’s covered arousal beneath the table. "My orgasm would be more... blood-warming," he murmured, the promise in his voice sending a shiver straight down Leon’s spine.