[ The moment his eyes get used to the lighting and they lay on his buyer, Mo Ran nearly startles: this is the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Had this man come to the brothel looking for him, Mo Ran would've probably done his job for the first time in his life.
He's so beautiful that he appears unreal, so much so that Mo Ran stares to watch him move and be sure he isn't imagining him. There's a frosty aura about him, a sort of cold beauty, which people should admire from a distance and never stain. Suddenly Mo Ran feels that his kneeling position is very fitting, since this man looks more like a divinity.
His purple eyes follow the other's motions eagerly and when he speaks, there's a warm shiver traveling down Mo Ran's spine and a quiet exhale. If he believed in magic, he would think that a spell was placed on him, but he was a raised an animal and so he trusts his senses: this stranger is able to sink under his skin in ways none before him could.
He carries a scent of haitang, sweet and refreshing, and Mo Ran, despite all reason that belongs to humans, more akin to a dog, feels like the man's nature is all captured in that scent, with its many layers. Underneath it all, it is not cloying or overbearing like most people, it's shyly warm and inherently clean. ]
Chu Wanning. [ He tastes the syllables like melting caramel on his tongue, quiet and low, as he observes the older man while he gets suddenly so close, kneeling at his height.
He shuts the distance before the other can even realize it. He leans forward and licks Chu Wanning's mouth, like he wanted to taste the remnants of his voice on it. One arm winds around his waist and crashes their torsos together, a moment before he presses their lips together in a graceless kiss. ]
[ chu wanning is a talented, skilled and capable man, used to judging what people will do and how they will react to most situations. so when mo ran closes the distance, he thinks it's to push him, or punch him, or something along those lines. perfectly reasonable, he thinks, because mo ran has been treated unfairly, sold off to the highest bidder.
he does not expect to have mo ran lick his lips. it's enough to unsteady him, mouth parting in surprise, which just makes the kiss that much more awkward. it takes a few moments for him to realize what mo ran was doing, and then he jerks back. he can't get far, given how mo ran is holding him, but he pushes weakly at his chest. he's sure his cheeks are flaming red, unable to hide how flustered he is. ]
What— [ he sputters, then stiffens. ] No! You don't need to do that here.
[ he is undeniably attracted to mo ran, but despite that attraction (or because of that attraction), he has no desire to force mo ran into a position where he feels obligated to kiss him, or do... those things with him. that must be why mo ran is holding him like this, and kissed him. ]
You don't have to do such things with me.
[ he tries to sound stern and firm and hopes mo ran doesn't catch the tremble in his voice and his body. ]
[ People show themselves more clearly when they're surprised, letting details of themselves peek through the cracks of their facade. It's one of the reasons why Mo Ran assaulted the other like that and he's fascinated to find nothing of what he was expecting in return. He doesn't get hit, nor the older man scrambles away, he doesn't get the cursing he deserved, nor the insults.
Chu Wanning says something really peculiar: it's not don't do it, it's you don't have to do it. It speaks of kindness, the man surely believing that he acted out of a sense of obligation, maybe to ingratiate his buyer. It also implies that probably Chu Wanning didn't entirely hate it, since Mo Ran wasn't told to simply stop or didn't get a slap across the face. Even the way his hands are pressing into the younger's chest is gentle --Mo Ran is incredibly, surprisingly fascinated.
He looks at him with a glisten to his eyes. ] I've never done anything I didn't want. That's also why I'm here. [ There's undeniable humour in the lilt of his voice. He wants to make clear how he wouldn't feel obligated to do anything.
His hand reaches the other's face and, slow and light, calloused fingertips trace his cheek and the blush onto it. ] You're not scared of me. [ Mo Ran hums. That's a first. Even the people who lusted after him have always been afraid of him --and that is why, among his many scars, there are also the ones of rope burns on his wrists, since he was tied down most times; now's the skin is too reddened by his recent struggle against handcuffs for those lines to properly show. But, out of all the feelings battling each other on his features, there's no fear. What a peculiar man; he's surely stronger than he appears. ]
You want me, or you wouldn't have bought me. [ Mo Ran murmurs, fingertips now tracing the outline of the other's mouth. He licks his own without even realizing. The truth is that he liked his taste, as much as he likes his scent. ] You're different from all the others... what did you buy me for?
[ Mo Ran is too much alike a beast to not notice the other's trembling but he doesn't understand what it means: is it nervousness? anger? anticipation? He's tempted to keep prodding and poking to find out. ] I can be a good dog. I won't try to run away and I'll devote myself to you. I'll keep you company and watch over you.
I'll just need a little treat every now and then... [ The amused tone of his voice gets overtaken by a low, sultry quality as Mo Ran ever so slowly inches closer again, his mouth just a breath away from the older's. He's testing the waters, trying to see for himself why Chu Wanning is shivering. ] I will only take it when you let me... [ He whispers, nearly breathless, only moving to fill the distance again if the older allows him to, or else staying perfectly still. He can wait like a good boy. ]
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He's so beautiful that he appears unreal, so much so that Mo Ran stares to watch him move and be sure he isn't imagining him. There's a frosty aura about him, a sort of cold beauty, which people should admire from a distance and never stain. Suddenly Mo Ran feels that his kneeling position is very fitting, since this man looks more like a divinity.
His purple eyes follow the other's motions eagerly and when he speaks, there's a warm shiver traveling down Mo Ran's spine and a quiet exhale. If he believed in magic, he would think that a spell was placed on him, but he was a raised an animal and so he trusts his senses: this stranger is able to sink under his skin in ways none before him could.
He carries a scent of haitang, sweet and refreshing, and Mo Ran, despite all reason that belongs to humans, more akin to a dog, feels like the man's nature is all captured in that scent, with its many layers. Underneath it all, it is not cloying or overbearing like most people, it's shyly warm and inherently clean. ]
Chu Wanning. [ He tastes the syllables like melting caramel on his tongue, quiet and low, as he observes the older man while he gets suddenly so close, kneeling at his height.
He shuts the distance before the other can even realize it. He leans forward and licks Chu Wanning's mouth, like he wanted to taste the remnants of his voice on it. One arm winds around his waist and crashes their torsos together, a moment before he presses their lips together in a graceless kiss. ]
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he does not expect to have mo ran lick his lips. it's enough to unsteady him, mouth parting in surprise, which just makes the kiss that much more awkward. it takes a few moments for him to realize what mo ran was doing, and then he jerks back. he can't get far, given how mo ran is holding him, but he pushes weakly at his chest. he's sure his cheeks are flaming red, unable to hide how flustered he is. ]
What— [ he sputters, then stiffens. ] No! You don't need to do that here.
[ he is undeniably attracted to mo ran, but despite that attraction (or because of that attraction), he has no desire to force mo ran into a position where he feels obligated to kiss him, or do... those things with him. that must be why mo ran is holding him like this, and kissed him. ]
You don't have to do such things with me.
[ he tries to sound stern and firm and hopes mo ran doesn't catch the tremble in his voice and his body. ]
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Chu Wanning says something really peculiar: it's not don't do it, it's you don't have to do it. It speaks of kindness, the man surely believing that he acted out of a sense of obligation, maybe to ingratiate his buyer. It also implies that probably Chu Wanning didn't entirely hate it, since Mo Ran wasn't told to simply stop or didn't get a slap across the face. Even the way his hands are pressing into the younger's chest is gentle --Mo Ran is incredibly, surprisingly fascinated.
He looks at him with a glisten to his eyes. ] I've never done anything I didn't want. That's also why I'm here. [ There's undeniable humour in the lilt of his voice. He wants to make clear how he wouldn't feel obligated to do anything.
His hand reaches the other's face and, slow and light, calloused fingertips trace his cheek and the blush onto it. ] You're not scared of me. [ Mo Ran hums. That's a first. Even the people who lusted after him have always been afraid of him --and that is why, among his many scars, there are also the ones of rope burns on his wrists, since he was tied down most times; now's the skin is too reddened by his recent struggle against handcuffs for those lines to properly show. But, out of all the feelings battling each other on his features, there's no fear. What a peculiar man; he's surely stronger than he appears. ]
You want me, or you wouldn't have bought me. [ Mo Ran murmurs, fingertips now tracing the outline of the other's mouth. He licks his own without even realizing. The truth is that he liked his taste, as much as he likes his scent. ] You're different from all the others... what did you buy me for?
[ Mo Ran is too much alike a beast to not notice the other's trembling but he doesn't understand what it means: is it nervousness? anger? anticipation? He's tempted to keep prodding and poking to find out. ] I can be a good dog. I won't try to run away and I'll devote myself to you. I'll keep you company and watch over you.
I'll just need a little treat every now and then... [ The amused tone of his voice gets overtaken by a low, sultry quality as Mo Ran ever so slowly inches closer again, his mouth just a breath away from the older's. He's testing the waters, trying to see for himself why Chu Wanning is shivering. ] I will only take it when you let me... [ He whispers, nearly breathless, only moving to fill the distance again if the older allows him to, or else staying perfectly still. He can wait like a good boy. ]