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Quietly, Mo Ran sneaks into his own apartment, wanting to surprise his baobei who had called him to tell him he’d be picking up some of his things from Mo Ran’s place.
After the phone call, he had managed to convince Ye Wangxi to switch shifts with him, taking over the rest of his shift today while he takes tomorrow morning’s.
Chu Wanning was somehow on a rare half-day off, and there was no way Mo Ran was letting it pass without them spending time together. Hopefully the rest of the day, if he could convince his Wanning to stay.
He pads closer to the man’s turned back, but the surprise gets ruined when Chu Wanning turns to bodily face him.
He sees those beautiful phoenix eyes widen, his pretty pink lips parting slightly in an aborted gasp. Mo Ran smiles sheepishly at him, rubbing the back of his head a bit at being caught doing something so childish.
“Mo Ran, you’re here,” Chu Wanning says, voice a bit strangled, “I thought you had work?”
“You mentioned having the rest of the day off, I couldn’t let you spend it all alone, baobei,” Mo Ran smiles besottedly at him.
“Oh,” Chu Wanning lets out breathlessly, “Ah well, you didn’t need to–to do that…I just wanted to get my things.”
“Right, you said over the phone,” Mo Ran remembers suddenly why his boyfriend was here in the first place, “Did you leave too much of your stuff here that you didn’t have any clothes left at your place?”
He had said it teasingly, in the tone that always made Chu Wanning huff and furiously blush, his elegant face furrowed into an adorable frown that looked more like a pout.
Instead Chu Wanning looks at him in a sort of bemused way, before shrugging neutrally. Mo Ran looks at the box he’s holding, and his gaze gets drawn to the other similar boxes behind Chu Wanning.
Mo Ran lets out an airy laugh, “You did, didn’t you? I told you, you should just move in here…it’s more convenient, closer to the university, even.”
When Chu Wanning says nothing in reply, Mo Ran lets him be, this age old banter of theirs already routine. One day, he’ll convince him properly to move in with him, one day.
“Let me just get changed real quick, you can start on the pastries I brought, it’s on the coffee table,” Mo Ran calls out before hurriedly going to his room to change.
The moment he takes in the sight of his room, he couldn’t help but feel something off. It looks…lacking somehow, like something was missing.
That’s when he realizes that most of Chu Wanning’s clothes were usually strewn across the bed or the floor, no matter how much Mo Ran tidies up. He smiles fondly, though also a bit wistfully, missing the clutter in the room.
Still, his Wanning could hardly go without clothes, no matter how much Mo Ran wanted to keep him in his bed all day, naked and chained.
He walks closer to his closet, feeling like he missed a step. Or rather, the reverse of it. He remembers that Chu Wanning’s dress shoes usually tripped him over when he walked in the bedroom. He laughs at himself slightly, feeling a bit dumb.
Mo Ran goes to hurriedly change, barely paying attention to what he put on. Though his closet had felt fairly empty without his Wanning’s share of clothes in it. Especially his lab coats that Mo Ran worked so hard to keep pristine, though his baobei insisted on having them washed at his old laundry service instead.
He didn’t think he’d bring all of his lab coats with him, since Chu Wanning never brought them home with him since Mo Ran started washing them for him.
An odd feeling settles within him, and he doesn’t know what possesses him to check, but he opens one of his drawers that used to house his socks, but has since been repurposed to store Chu Wanning’s miscellaneous tools and blueprints.
The nagging feeling twists into full blown dread at the sight of an empty drawer.
He pads numbly back to the living room, eyes carefully neutral, looking over the boxes sitting innocently–mockingly, on the side of the couch.
And Chu Wanning—his beloved, his baobei—standing next to the boxes, looking uncomfortable in the middle of Mo Ran’s home in a way that he hasn’t seen in a long while.
“Wanning, why haven’t you started eating?” Mo Ran tries to ask gently, but it comes out as a low growl, “Actually, why are you still standing up? I told you, you can eat while I change.”
“Mo Ran, I wasn’t planning on staying long,” Chu Wanning says shiftily, “I just wanted to get my things and go—”
“Sit down, Wanning,” Mo Ran fully growls out now.
He sees those pretty amber eyes widen to look at him in shock, but he still doesn’t listen to Mo Ran.
“Mo Ran—” the other man tries, but Mo Ran firmly cuts him off, “I said, sit down.”
Chu Wanning finally obeys him and sits down, looking every bit out of place in the way that he just shouldn’t. This place was where he belonged, where he should look most at home—Mo Ran’s home should be a sanctuary for his baobei, the place he felt safest in.
“What’s going on, Wanning?” his tone was deceptively calm, belying his bemusement and temper.
He sees the other man wince minutely, “Sorry, I thought you wouldn’t be home at this hour–” Mo Ran narrows his eyes sharply at that.
“I just wanted to make things less awkward…but well, this still happened–” Chu Wanning trails off haltingly, as if cringing at his own words.
“Why are you taking all your things?” Mo Ran asks, feeling like his words had come out from a different person, like he’s only watching this exchange and not participating in it.
“I wanted to be ready for when, you know–” Chu Wanning gestures randomly, before shrugging and stopping there.
“I don’t,” Mo Ran manages to grit out, his confusion and possessive instincts going into overdrive the longer this situation went unexplained.
Chu Wanning sighs through his nose, as if aggrieved, “Isn’t Shi Mingjing coming back to Sisheng in a week?”
Mo Ran feels like he’s missed a step, not understanding the correlation. Was this Chu Wanning’s attempt at distracting him? Mentioning another man when he’s clearly trying to distance himself from Mo Ran?
Or was he hinting at something—was he showing interest in another man that wasn’t Mo Ran? The beast caged within him rattles ominously, and he can’t help the low, angry noise he lets out.
“So?” is all he manages to say, afraid of letting out something that would spook the other man away.
Chu Wanning only looks at him like he’s the one not making sense, “So…I know that you’ll be…you know–” he hears the other man falter slightly.
“You’ll be courting him properly, right?” Mo Ran’s ears start ringing at that, the nauseating feeling within him enveloping his entire core, “I just wanted to…not seem so—so pathetic when you decide to tell me, I suppose…”
“What,” Mo Ran says flatly, heart pounding in his chest, “Wanning, baobei—where did you get that idea?”
“What do you mean?” Chu Wanning asks, and his face really did look sincerely confused and more than a little hurt, “Are you making fun of me? Wasn’t that your only condition in the beginning of our…our arrangement?”
“Arrangement?!” Mo Ran hisses out, he wanted to ask him if that’s all he saw their relationship as, an arrangement, but then he remembers—
The whole start of how they got together in the first place.
—
Chu Wanning had needed a plus one to the charity galas, fundraisers and various events he had to attend to raise the budget for his projects and to find sponsors. He had also wanted to avoid talk of marriage, blind dates, and the like, to which Mo Ran had said that they should pretend to be in a relationship, then.
Xue Zhengyong had asked Mo Ran if he knew anyone who could accompany his former professor, and Mo Ran didn’t know what possessed him initially to offer himself.
He had hated the man when he dropped out of university, it wasn’t until much later when he got to properly talk to and be around Chu Wanning again that he realized he might have misconstrued some things. Asking Xue Meng about it had ended up clearing things further.
One night after an event, the tension between them had been too much, and Mo Ran had offered to add sex into their “arrangement”. Chu Wanning had furiously disagreed at first, before being coaxed into agreeing.
Their routine had been convenient, and Mo Ran had proposed to continue their arrangement, pretending to be together and everything that entailed–being seen in public together, having sex and all that.
Mo Ran’s only caveat was that the moment Shi Mei came back to Sisheng after studying abroad, they would end their “arrangement”, since he was going to pursue him properly then.
That was, until he learned that his former professor never hated him—that he had risked his career for him, and spoke on his behalf to the board to not expel him.
Yet all that time, Mo Ran thought he had been the one to convince them in the first place, that it was in spite of him that Mo Ran had not been kicked out—and that dropping out was the biggest fuck you he could give to him.
In a way it was, along with all the little, despicable ways Mo Ran had shown him how much he loathed him—pressing deep on a hurt or vulnerability that surfaced, just to watch him squirm.
And he noticed—boy, did Mo Ran notice how Chu Wanning would always have a faraway look when Mo Ran talked about Shi Mei. How he would go suspiciously silent, shrinking in on himself.
Which led to him saying what he did. It was probably really convincing too, seeing as how he had always played up flirting with Shi Mei when he was still Chu Wanning’s student and saw how uncomfortable it made him.
Following the revelation of the real circumstances involving the university, his then would-be expulsion and his former professor, he had finally learned to stop denying the growing, budding feelings he had for Chu Wanning.
He had tried to make up for the way he fucked up in every way he could, yet none of it had ever felt enough. Nothing he did made it feel like he deserved to like Chu Wanning, much less confess to him.
Yet he did anyway, because he was a possessive, greedy man. He might not be worthy of Chu Wanning, but others even less so.
He had told him he liked him, prepared an entire candlelit dinner and speech—and Chu Wanning had reciprocated without much fuss.
He should have known it was too perfect, that there was something wrong—
Because Chu Wanning had looked heartbroken instead of overjoyed when Mo Ran had confessed.
—
Mo Ran doesn’t know when he sank to his knees on Chu Wanning’s feet, but he feels a cool palm press against his face.
“Mo Ran? Mo Ran!” he hears his baobei’s normally collected voice call out in slight panic.
He takes a deep breath, before bravely–undeservingly moving to reach out for Chu Wanning’s hands, gently guiding them towards him and holding them close.
“Wanning, all this time—” his breath hitches slightly, “All this time, did you think our relationship was still…the arrangement we had at the beginning?”
Chu Wanning shoots him a look that screams of uncertainty and fear, as if Mo Ran was asking him a trick question.
“Is…is it not?” he hears him whisper in a befuddled tone.
“When you told me you liked me, was that real?” Mo Ran tries to keep the trembling out of his voice.
Chu Wanning’s eyes widen at that slightly, eyes shimmering wetly, before turning away and staying mutinously silent. His lips were wobbling tremulously, and his hands had started shaking ever so faintly.
“Baobei, I asked you a question,” he whispers softly.
He gets a very tiny, barely visible nod in return. Mo Ran breathes in again to steady his trembling heart.
“And when I told you I liked you, did you know that was real?” Mo Ran emphasizes the word you, making it clear what he wants answered.
“I–” Chu Wanning falters, hands pulling slightly back. Mo Ran tightens his grip, “I thought it was still–well, practice. You said that–that you wanted to practice how to court someone properly, at the start of our…arrangement.”
Mo Ran wants to kick himself, not even remembering when the fuck he said that. It was probably one of the many things he said to Chu Wanning meant to discomfit and fluster him, back when he was being a dick on purpose.
“Did our relationship feel real at all to you, at any point?” Mo Ran keeps his tone soft and even, but inside him was a tumult of intense, raging emotions crashing through him like waves.
He hears the other man take a soft, hitching breath, “I–I know it’s pathetic but…it did. I’m sorry, I know it’s weird for me to have read into things.”
“It must be disgusting to find out an old man like me has been harboring…some feelings for you all this time but I just–I never meant for you to find out…”
Mo Ran’s not sure how to respond, not wanting to blurt out more things that his Wanning could misinterpret.
“I’m grateful for how well you’ve treated me…these past few months–I, I promise that I always reminded myself of the condition you gave, I never deluded myself for more than a few moments that you would–that you would genuinely like…someone like me,” Chu Wanning rushes out in one breath, as if embarrassed to have said such things.
The way he said it and blushed, as if he was confessing something shameful instead of something that shattered Mo Ran’s entire world view, finally hearing out in the open what Chu Wanning thought of himself–just how deep his insecurity and rock bottom self-esteem ran.
He had wanted to hold him gently, to kiss his forehead and reassure him, to hug him tightly and let him know just how much he loved him.
Instead, his possessive instincts hyper focuses on another thing Chu Wanning had said.
So Mo Ran pins him down on the couch in one swift movement, his delicate, pretty wrists trapped within Mo Ran’s single hand above his head.
“So every time I told you I liked you—even from the first moment…every time I thrusted into you, murmuring how much I loved you and how wonderful it felt inside you–” Chu Wanning splutters slightly, but Mo Ran ignores that reaction.
“Every time I baked you sweets, every little gesture that I tried to convey how much I love you—you thought of another man willingly, that entire time?” he was definitely growling in a primal, ruthless way now.
The hand on Chu Wanning’s wrists had tightened hard enough to bruise viciously, provoking a mild noise of hurt.
“W–Why would you say it like that…” Chu Wanning blushes furiously before saying, “I was just trying to say that I never forgot my place…I know your words and gestures were meant for someone else–I understand how lucky I was to have experienced it even by proxy–”
“Baobei, are you being deliberately dense right now?” Mo Ran croons dangerously, “I have you pinned down, please tell me the last half an hour was your attempt at a prank.”
Chu Wanning does not in fact, tell him so, and instead looks at him with hurt eyes, tears brimming until a single crystalline drop leaks out, his head turned away from him again.
“I–if that’s what you want…then–” he hiccups slightly, “I’m sorry for telling you…all those things.”
“I promise I just wanted to get my things so you wouldn’t hate me again in case he recognized and questioned why my things were still in your place…if I somehow messed things up for you again because of that,” Chu Wanning stammers, as if he had to explain his presence here in the first place, like this wasn’t the exact place where he belonged, where Mo Ran wanted him.
Mo Ran’s heart had felt like it was being pierced slowly and cruelly piece by piece by a needle in every word that came out of that beautiful, perfect mouth since the start of this conversation. It doesn’t let up now, and just gets worse.
Mo Ran slowly moves close to the tip of Chu Wanning’s right ear, brushing his lips against it and feeling his body shudder under him, “Wanning–”
“–you’re not hearing me,” he trails his lips down to his earlobe, down to his jaw, “I’m yours, baobei.”
He licks down his neck with the back of his tongue, stopping above the collarbones and huskily whispers, “And you’re mine, and mine alone,” before he’s biting down hard on the side of his neck.
“Hng–ah…Mo Ran!” Chu Wanning whimpers out quietly, which only prompts Mo Ran to press down harder, “M-Mo Ran it hurts–hn…ah!”
He licks wetly at the wound he leaves, lapping up the blood that bleeds from the mark. His mark on his Wanning.
Mo Ran catches Chu Wanning’s lips in a deep kiss, savoring him as if to devour him whole. He pushes his tongue in roughly, licking inside with an animalistic fervor.
He gives him one last peck before saying, “All the bullshit at the beginning–all the things I said that hurt you and made you uncomfortable, that was all they were, Wanning. Bullshit.”
“I didn’t mean any of it. Especially when I learned what really happened when the board wanted to expel me. The things untrue were all of the hurtful things I said and did before I told you I liked you,” he says in a low, even tone.
“I’m sorry to say, but I barely even remembered saying or doing most of the things you told me,” Mo Ran smiles sheepishly, “I should have cleared all of this up in the first place.”
“My confession, our relationship, every little way I tried to tell you I loved you–those are what’s real, baobei,” Mo Ran says softly, but he makes sure it’s enunciated properly without room for misinterpretation.
“I love you, Chu Wanning. There was never any room in my heart for anyone else, even back then, much less now that I actually have you,” Mo Ran laps at the wound again, pressing his tongue slightly forcefully against it.
Mo Ran pulls back to look at his Wanning's face, and sees that tears had actually started leaking out of his pretty, glittering brown eyes, with his lips bitten red.
“Baobei?” Mo Ran moves to cup a cheek, though his other hand remains pinning Chu Wanning’s wrists, “Did it hurt that much?”
“Sorry, I–” he whispers out, “This is…a lot…”
“Take your time, Wanning,” Mo Ran smiles lovingly at him, “In the meantime, why don’t I show you just how much I love you?”
When the other man looks at him confusedly, Mo Ran explains, “Won’t you let me make you feel good, baobei? Let me take care of you.”
He strokes the other’s cheek soothingly, “I want you to think of me, and me alone Wanning. Don’t you dare think of anything or anyone else while I make love to you.”
Chu Wanning trembles in his grasp, before nodding slowly in consent.
Mo Ran pushes his thumb into those soft, reddened lips, “Baobei, do you know how much I wanted to shut you up with my cock whenever you insulted yourself?”
“Perhaps the feeling of getting your throat fucked raw by my cock will remind you of how intensely I want you,” he feels the other suck his thumb in greedily, “I may love you, but no one’s allowed to talk down on you, not even yourself.”
He pulls his thumb out of that wet heat with an obscene pop, “How do you not see what you do to me, just by existing?”
Mo Ran unhurriedly unbuttons his pants, ignoring the way Chu Wanning arches into his touch to hasten him. He keeps his hand on those wrists and grips him tighter in place.
“When I let your wrists go, I want you to turn over for me, ass up and face down, alright baobei?” Mo Ran asks in a deceptively mild tone.
Chu Wanning flushes and nods hesitantly. Mo Ran would prefer a verbal answer, but he won’t push him for now.
Mo Ran lets Chu Wanning’s wrists go slowly, fingers lingering before moving away.
His Wanning obeys beautifully, moving to his front in a smooth movement, face inside a pillow with his ass in the air, knees bent.
Mo Ran sucks in a breath at his wonderful baobei, before pushing down his pants. He takes his time, caressing his thighs and licking at the insides at the same time, ignoring the other man’s muffled, frustrated whines.
He takes pity on him and pushes down his underwear, before breathing over his rim teasingly.
“You still look sore from earlier morning, baobei,” Mo Ran coos at the sight, “I wonder if you’re still as loose, too?”
Chu Wanning doesn’t reply, only moves his thighs together slightly in tension.
Mo Ran licks at his slightly puffy hole lightly, before messily licking a large, wet stripe. He pushes his tongue inside, earning a muffled moan from the other man.
He laps at his hole eagerly and filthily, his insides still slightly soft from their earlier rutting in the shower before they both had to go to work.
Mo Ran pulls out, and Chu Wanning unconsciously moves his ass back in a seeming attempt to chase after his tongue. He huffs out a fond laugh, “Such a wanton whore, you can’t even wait for me to get the lube?”
He pushes a dry, pinky finger inside, “Maybe I should just fuck you like this, huh? Just shove myself in without further preparation, bet you’d like the burn from it. I can’t believe my Wanning’s such a slut.”
An inkling of an idea for the far future, but there was no way Mo Ran was doing that right now.
Mo Ran flips him over in one fluid moment, legs wrapped around Mo Ran's hips.
Chu Wanning had let out a scandalized noise, but his pretty cock had dripped out precum at Mo Ran’s words.
He wanted to tease him further, but didn’t really want to bully him too hard when he was supposed to worship him, not degrade him. No matter if his Wanning liked and preferred the latter so much he nearly creams himself from it.
Clumsily, Mo Ran unbuttons Chu Wanning’s shirt, even though he wanted nothing more than to rip it off him right now.
Mo Ran leans in for a messy, searing kiss "Do you taste yourself baobei? Do you taste how utterly delectable you are?" He murmurs out in between breaths.
He leans back and takes the lube bottle under the coffee table that he usually leaves there, for when they were too wrapped up with each other to make it to the bedroom.
Mo Ran pours a generous amount on his fingers, slicking them up.
He pushes in two fingers unceremoniously, provoking a choked off moan from Chu Wanning.
"Let go, baobei. I want to hear you," he pushes his fingers in and out, stretching his fingers in the hole obscenely.
Chu Wanning keeps his mouth shut, and Mo Ran retaliates by brushing against his prostate teasingly.
"M-Mo Ran…" he breathes out whiningly.
"Hm, did you want something baobei?" And this time he pushes deliberately towards that spot, drawing out a surprised moan from the man beneath him.
Mo Ran slides in a third finger, relentlessly fucking against his prostrate, the wet slide of his fingers coming in and out of his hole sounding obscenely.
"Mo Ran! Just get on with it…" Chu Wanning probably attempts to angrily say, but instead comes out as a sob.
"Whatever my beloved Wanning wants," Mo Ran smiles winningly at him, "Remember, think only of me, baobei.'
He shimmies out of his pants and slicks himself up sloppily, putting a frankly ridiculous amount of lube. His cock felt sensitive, his achingly hard erection deliberately ignored until now.
Mo Ran aligns the head of his cock, leaking precum, to Chu Wanning's entrance, "Ready, Wanning?"
He heard him grumpily tell him to just put it in, and so he shoves in the fat head of his cock inside roughly, a moan escaping the other man at the suddenness. He himself shudders slightly, the feeling of the hot, wet inside of his baobei was nearly unbearable.
"Fuck baobei, you're still so tight. You're practically dripping wet, though. It should be no problem for you to take my cock, because you're a good boy for gege aren't you?" He lets his mouth run off him.
Mo Ran sinks deeper into that soft, wet heat, adjusting Chu Wanning to lay on his side slightly, one leg hiked over Mo Ran’s shoulder, knee pressed towards his own torso. He thrusts in one, fluid movement and sheaths himself fully, evoking a moan that was a borderline sob from his baobei.
He takes him in for a wet, open-mouthed kiss, thrusting in and out slowly but deeply. He pulls out nearly all the way, and thrusts back inside to the hilt, “You feel so perfect around me, Wanning. Do you feel me all over? When I thrust up, do you feel it in the back of your throat?”
Chu Wanning only moans brokenly, whimpering out small little fucked out noises that drive Mo Ran absolutely insane, with every “ah”s and “hng”s he lets out.
He pulls back slowly and lets the string of their spit stay connected as long as he could hold it, before it snaps off and trails down Chu Wanning’s bruised, vivid red lips.
Mo Ran braces himself, before setting his pace faster, turning into a punishing, vicious rhythm that draws out sobs from the man beneath him. He takes a soft nipple in his hand, teasing it with feather-like caressing, before twisting it gently and rubbing it.
“M-Mo Ran–” Chu Wanning sobs out prettily, “Please…please–”
He doesn’t think his Wanning even knew what he was asking for, but Mo Ran only goes rougher and faster, the wet slapping of skin against skin echoing obscenely in the room, “Whatever you want, Wanning–Did you want me to fill you up good, till you can’t stop leaking out nothing but my seed?”
“You want to feel my come drip out of your ass,” his ruthless pace never falters for a moment, “Or do you want me to plug you up, feel my spend slosh inside your stomach–”
At that, Chu Wanning sobs out harder, his breath hitches in a high pitched sound, tears falling from his lust-filled, dazed gaze.
“Is that what my baobei wants? Did he want me to fill him with so much come that his flat little stomach bulges with it? Does my Wanning want to be bred that bad, want his gege to knock him up good?” Mo Ran’s steadily losing control of his words, the pleasure that was building within him threatening to burst at any minute.
“Please–” his Wanning cries out, head thrown back and exposing his neck to Mo Ran, “Please, Mo Ran–”
“I love you so fucking much, Wanning,” Mo Ran presses a hand against that beautiful throat, “Come for me, baobei.”
He puts a slight pressure on his neck, his thumb on one side and the index and middle finger together on the other, just below both ends of his jaw, right over his pulse.
Chu Wanning, as wonderfully obedient as he always was, arches his back and orgasms out, cock completely untouched the entire time. His entire body relaxes minutely after he’s done coming, his limp form loosening him up and letting Mo Ran slide in even easier.
He looked slightly out of it, gaze faraway, though his tears had finally stopped. Mo Ran nearly stopped and pulled out, but when he tried it snapped Chu Wanning out of his daze and only grabbed at Mo Ran’s arms.
Taking that as permission, Mo Ran repositions them so Chu Wanning was on his back completely, his legs wrapped around Mo Ran’s hips. He thrusts into that relaxed hole roughly a few more times, before he feels the tendrils of an orgasm that makes him fuck into Chu Wanning even faster.
“Fuck, you’re so good to me Wanning, what did I do to deserve you, baobei?” He chokes out, before he closes his eyes and reaches climax. The pleasure coursing through him like a shockwave.
He comes inside his Wanning’s pretty little hole, buried deep inside him the entire time.
His cock doesn’t soften in the slightest even after that. He wants to stay inside Chu Wanning, but the other man might be feeling oversensitive. When he moves to pull out though, Chu Wanning just wraps his legs around him and pulls him close.
“Aw, baobei–” he smiles indulgently at the lovely face turned away from him, “You wanna keep my seed in you so bad?”
“S-shut up…just– stay, please,” Chu Wanning bit out, face red the entire time.
Mo Ran leans in to kiss him gently, but deeply. He cups his face and thumbs at the dried tear tracks, “I love you, Wanning. I’m sorry I never cleared things up properly. But I promise, everything we have is real.”
“I–That is…You don’t need to apologize–” Chu Wanning mumbles out, “I was the one being stupid…I–I suppose.”
Endeared, Mo Ran moves to capture his pretty, pouting lips, but is stopped when Chu Wanning puts a hand in front of him.
“Baobei?” Mo Ran asks worriedly, but Chu Wanning just looks him in the eye, face flushed a beautiful crimson.
“I–I love…Iloveyoutoo,” the other man stammers out rushedly, before putting the back of his hand against his mouth. Eyes cast off to the side now.
“Wanning,” he breathes out in wonder, “God, you’re so cute.”
Mo Ran removes the hand covering those reddened, soft lips before moving forward to plunder that mouth greedily, his hips thrusting unconsciously, before he catches himself.
Still, it nets a reaction from Chu Wanning, “Insatiable,” he hisses out, but he moves back to thrust against Mo Ran.
Mo Ran takes all of half a second to process his shock at the display, before smirking mischievously, “Only for you, Wanning. You should take responsibility.”
He swiftly moves Chu Wanning to his front, ass up in the air, and proceeds to fuck him into him hard. Mo Ran had moved his hand to take Chu Wanning’s cock and rub it into full hardness again.
Chu Wanning only lets out a small whimper, but moves back eagerly to meet his rhythm.
“Good boy. Still, you better ready yourself baobei,” Mo Ran says softly, but his tone was dark, “We still have the rest of the day and the entire night to go.”
End.