[ 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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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. ]