[ the grin he gives when his name is called is smug. he grips those forearms that are resting against his chest into his large hand, holding them together to keep wanning from shifting further or pushing him away. ]
I was hoping you'd rest longer. [ he mumbles, voice low and thick from lack of use, purple-hued gaze dragged onto the other's features to catch all the softness that a still sleepy chu wanning cannot hide. he inches closer, mouth pressing onto the older's with a loud wet noise for a shameless good morning kiss.
it's chu wanning's fault for lowering his guard against the mad dog he bought and brought into his house. especially ever since mo ran has sensed that the older feels guilty about punishments, indeed like a wild animal, he's started taking more and more liberties. the worst chu wanning will do can't compare to a good day in the brothel --and so mo ran pushes the boundaries further each day, shameless. ]
Master stops lying only when he's sleeping. [ he accuses him cheekily. while asleep, wanning has relaxed into his presence, to the point of turning around and burrowing into his bare chest, nestling into him, tucking their legs together. mo ran nips at his earlobe, gentle. ] I was taught lying is a sin. [ he drags the sole of his foot up the other's calf, in turn his thigh rubbing dangerously between the older's. ]
I've already rested too long! [ which is laughably untrue, for chu wanning never rests enough. but mo ran had been warm and comfortable and he had almost been lulled into sleeping again. indeed, it is impossible to move away from him with the way their limbs are still tangled together, almost as though they are lovers, snuggling in bed on a chilly morning.
he flushes at the thought, the blush growing deeper when mo ran nips at his earlobe. he tries to put a little distance between their bodies, afraid the shameful reaction of his body would betray his lust. he does desire mo ran, but knows that they cannot be together, especially with the dangerous game chu wanning is playing with the mob. mo ran is already tangled in too deeply, he doesn't want to add another layer to it.
besides, chu wanning purchased him, and although he knows what mo ran said, and would say again, he can't possibly be doing this out of sheer desire. ]
I do not lie! [ he says, lying. ] My body is simply reacting to yours. That's all. I run cold.
[ maybe it's because he was raised more a dog than a human, but he can tell chu wanning speaks lies from start to end. that's why the light in his eyes gets more and more amused, the hint of mischief getting heavier. ]
Your body wouldn't react to just anyone. You're too self-controlled. [ he comments with a lilt to his low voice. chu wanning has a rehearsed way he behaves, like the motions have been practiced countless times to look natural. he never relaxes, never drops his facade. that's why mo ran likes sneaking in his bed so much, to get a glimpse of the real him, the cat who likes warmth and yearns for affection. ]
But that's okay. You can tell yourself that it was all me. You bought a beast and brought him home after all, and they're unpredictable. [ large hands grip wanning's forearms, firm but not ungentle, as he shifts his weight and rolls them over, pressing the older one in the mattress under his weight, so he's sure he won't try to escape.
he pins his arms above his head, while he tilts his head to sniff at his neck, breathing the haitang in, before his tongue licks a trail along his jugular, like a wolf asserting dominance. ]
[ chu wanning can't respond to that because he is too controlled, and lying and saying his body would react to anyone is also an inappropriate response because then he'd basically accuse himself of being slutty. which he's not, and mo ran is well aware of that by now, considering the fact that chu wanning still panics when mo ran touches him anywhere and hasn't brought anyone home. hasn't even been away from mo ran for long enough to have a secret tryst with some random individual.
so he settles on scowling, chin lifting as he glares at mo ran. ] This is an inappropriate—
[ he doesn't get anything else out before mo ran is rolling him over, pressing him into the mattress, and chu wanning loses his voice. the sound he releases when mo ran licks over his throat is loud and indecent, betraying the immediate spike of lust and desire. ] Mo Ran! [ he repeats instead, scandalized. how dare he!!
too bad chu wanning can't protest that much, not when he secretly enjoys it. ]
We need to get up for the day! There are things to do. You can't just trap me in bed and act like this.
[ mo ran laughs against his throat at the noise the older makes, and it's a pretty and breathy laugh, that attaches itself to his purple-hued eyes, tugging at the corners. when he glances up towards chu wanning again, he looks young and lovely, a far cry from the crazy beast that growled on that stage when presented to the bidding public. and yet, there's always a lingering sense of threat in the sharp curve of his smile.
he knows the older would find a way to stop him if he really wanted to, he's strong enough to, but at the same time mo ran is tempted by trying to overpower him. he's aroused and terrified at the same time, thinking of when he'll fail to stop himself in time. it's something he's been struggling with ever since he laid eyes on chu wanning; the first time he realized he really is a dog, for having impulses like that.
but for now he can keep pretending he still has everything under control, that it's just a game he's playing. and so he smiles, that dazzling smile of his, dimples deep. ] Gege said our act has to be believable. [ the way he speaks that honorific is always dripping unspeakable things, like an indecent word, a kink of theirs.
his thumbs rub into the other's thin, graceful wrists, while his lips brush along the tensing lines of his neck. chu wanning really is a work of art, every stroke that paints him absolutely perfect. he places hot kisses on his skin, with the occasional wet caress of his tongue. ] If you flinch whenever I touch you in public, people won't believe a word you say about taming me. It must look like you're used to it, like you can make me go crazy simply by tilting your head. [ mo ran speaks softly, puffs of hot breath against warm skin. chu wanning never stays cold for long when they're together. he nibbles on his earlobe. ]
[ mo ran is the most handsome man chu wanning has ever seen, and his dimpled smile and breathy laugh only serve to make him even more aware of how handsome mo ran is, and how he deserves so much better than a life with a grumpy old man, who is using him for a purpose that will endanger him, expose him to the worst of the world. chu wanning is aware he's seen terrible things in the brothel he worked at, and has done terrible things in order to survive in that place, and doesn't hold it against him. how can he, when he's asking mo ran to join him in this— asking, like mo ran had an option; he was doomed to it the moment he stepped on stage and chu wanning, filthy with desire for the young, beautiful man, purchased him.
he hates that he has to subject mo ran to this and that mo ran feels the need to do these things with him. but his words are honest and true: he said it needs to be believable. ]
Humph! [ he settles on saying, rather than anything else. ] And does making it believable mean you have to straddle me like this?
[ the answer is yes; chu wanning would flee if mo ran wasn't on top of him like this. although forget about learning to make mo ran crazy; chu wanning is the one who is going crazy, with the heavy, solid weight of mo ran pressing him down. he feels corralled, trapped, but not in a way that makes him want to fight back. he just wants to stay there, beneath him, and let mo ran have his way.
without conscious thought, he tilts his head further back, letting mo ran have access to his neck, and his arms, once glued to his side, sneak around mo ran. ] This seems the opposite of taming you. Why would you touch me in public like this?
You wouldn't have the patience to lay here with me, if I wasn't straddling you. [ mo ran has learnt a lot from the older sisters of the brothel. the first lesson is always how to word things, how not to embarrass your client (unless it's their kink, obviously), how not to scare them away if you like them. and so mo ran applies it: instead of saying the truth like he sees it and telling chu wanning he's sure he'll run away if he lets go of him, he tries and coax him like this, tone low and soft. if anything, it does look like he's the one trying to tame this stray cat who hisses and scratches constantly.
the thought makes him smile even wider, giving him a youthful and harmless appearance for once.
he presses his nose in his neck, drinks his scent in like an intoxicated man. it feels like chu wanning won't try and struggle for the time being, so his large hands head to his sides instead, rub into his skin that was bared by the wrinkled fabric of his tee. he can't help a long, pleased sigh. ] They saw me struggling against any kind of physical interaction, biting and growling. If I look for your touch in public, show that I need it, but try and attack anyone else, won't it be obvious you tamed me? That I need you and answer only to you. [ mo ran presents it with such utmost confidence, would anyone be able to tell that this theory of his is entirely self-serving? ]
They know how many people I hurt at the brothel for trying to touch me. [ he takes one of the older's hands and drives it to his chest, guides it along the swell of pectorals and then down the deep lines of his stomach. ] And yet, look at Chu Wanning. [ he pours a deep sigh against his ear, breath trembling. ] He has such a beast wrapped around his finger. He's a powerful man...
That's ridiculous. [ except it isn't. mo ran has learned him well, apparently. he can't really argue against his lack of patience, either. chu wanning can be patient, especially when it comes to matters of teaching, but he has little patience otherwise.
it's annoying to be so called out, even if chu wanning does recognize that mo ran is being gentler with him, not as straightforward as he might be otherwise. despite that, he does settle down, though he's still scowling. ] Who taught you to be so rude?
[ sucking in a breath at mo ran's fingers against his sides, fighting back the shiver that threatens to reveal just how turned on he is. he's lucky that he's not yet hard.
the words are accurate or at least reasonable. they are playing a dangerous game, and it would help for people to believe he's tamed mo ran, especially among the people chu wanning has to deal with on a near-daily basis.
when mo ran picks up his hand and guides it to his chest, he's distracted for moments, breathing shallowly as he traces along the swell of his pectorals and abdomen. he has to force his mind to focus on mo ran's words, rather than the feeling of his body. ] No one should attempt to touch, as in their eyes, you are mine. But looking for my touch in public would be appropriate. [ even if it would throw chu wanning into a state of panic.
luckily, he can use this for training to not react too strongly to mo ran doing this. it's possible.
his fingers flex against mo ran's flat stomach, distracted enough that he relaxes, a shiver running through him. ] You are correct, we should practice.
[ mo ran laughs and it's a full-fleshed, youthful noise now, a little louder than before when he's called rude. the way he looks at chu wanning is full of affection afterwards, eyes nearly sparkling. he's earnestly amused. ] My elder sisters tried their best, don't blame them. [ he jokes, and for once he looks entirely his age, even bordering on soft. it's a dangerous side to show, more earnest than anything else he's ever dared displaying to chu wanning before. it proves how comfortable he is in his company now. ]
Am I yours only in their eyes? [ he wonders softly, with a slight, childish purse of his lips, not unlike a pout. he wants to be his and he's playing silly just to have the older huff, as much as he really wants to hear it —that he belongs to him; that he belongs somewhere for once.
but his act is cut short by the sudden way his breathing flutters, a soft noise escaping him as the other touches him curiously, not only following his lead anymore. ] We should... [ he mumbles in agreement, now resting his forearms on either side of the other's head and leaning his weight against them. his breathing has picked up, his body warmer, to the point it's impossible to act like he's just pretending now.
he nudges their noses together, almost tender. ] I should look for your kisses too... [ he suggests, just a moment before brushing their lips together. he eases wanning into it, brushes turning into pecks along the outline of his mouth, barely there. and then he lowers himself, small kisses are pressed, until he starts lingering with a hum, stealing the softness of his lips for himself. ]
It's not their fault if you didn't listen. [ it's harsh, he knows, but the delivery is softened by the fact that he's still beneath mo ran, his hands flat against mo ran's stomach, touch gentle. soft, in a way chu wanning never is, is never allowed to be thanks to the world they live in. he's never been one to tease, but this is the closest he's gotten to that.
when mo ran asks if he's just chu wanning's in the eyes of their others, chu wanning goes scarlet, pale skin flushed with embarrassment, and he squirms. mo ran moves on before he can say anything, but he remembers it, even through the distraction of mo ran pressing against him, the teasing rub of their noses. ]
Kisses! [ scandalized again, but then mo ran's kissing him. with soft, quick ones at first, and then lingering. chu wanning is a weak man, and mo ran is warm and beautiful and wants to kiss him. even if it's out of gratitude, because chu wanning saved him, he wants this. so he leans in, lips hesitant, and he returns the kisses. ]
Mo Ran. [ soft, tentative. he murmurs it against mo ran's lips, then takes a chance, and kisses him again, before mo ran could. ]
Do you want to punish me on their behalf, master? [ he asks cheekily in return for the other's words, eyes shining with mischief and he goes back to that title that chu wanning always tells him not to use. he knows it flusters him, that's the sole reason he brings it up every now and then. he's a brat, but honestly it's chu wanning's fault, he just gives him so many perfect chances.
though the older is much of a tease himself and of the worst kind, the unconscious one. starting from those elegant fingers of his that are splayed on his stomach and have set a wildfire under mo ran's skin. and not to mention how he looks when he blushes so deep. the red of his cheeks affects even the outline of his eyes and he looks so endearing and so wronged at the same time, mo ran just wants to devour him.
he tries to hold himself back, his kisses mostly chaste, but then the older calls his name like that and mo ran's heart trembles, bringing a wave of tight, beautiful ache throughout his chest. he hums in reply, desperately reminding himself to keep himself together. he can't afford to act too aggressively and scare him away.
but then chu wanning fills the distance first and mo ran goes entirely still, surprise clear in his warm eyes and a soft pink dusting his cheeks.
it's a pause that's not even a second long and then his body moves. he slips a hand in the older's soft inky locks and their lips crash together. the kiss that follows is pure instinct, heated and filthy wet, slow and possessive, like mo ran wants to eat him up and leave nothing behind for others. ]
No! No one's punishing anyone here. [ beyond the criminals chu wanning means to bring down, but that will be handled by the justice system, not direct, personal punishment. still, mo ran's question flusters him, especially when he uses that title. still using it despite the number of times chu wanning has told him not to! he ought to punish mo ran— but he's never been able to do that successfully. how can he? mo ran deserves the freedom to be who he is, not punished and shamed for it.
the kiss is unexpected. mo ran's lips are warm against his, which is just a natural state of mo ran, always warm and comforting. the kiss isn't comforting; more the exact opposite, a blaze of heat against his lips that makes chu wanning shift against him, arousal burning deep in his bones. it's hard not to be aroused with mo ran around, especially difficult when he feels this warm against chu wanning, and the kiss is shockingly erotic.
chu wanning hasn't kissed many people, preferring to live up to the rumors that he's ascetic by nature. buying mo ran had been a shock to everyone, including chu wanning, and now he does have to live up to the gossip around him. it was a good ploy, though; too pure, and he comes across as untrustworthy, too good and noble for the sort of dealings he's handling. so getting his hands on mo ran had helped, and if mo ran is right— and chu wanning knows he is, deep down inside— having mo ran answer to him like that will help even further.
so there's a reason for the kiss, for them to do this and adjust. chu wanning can't act like a teenage boy on the cusp of puberty every time they're out, and mo ran... well, mo ran can play his part. it's chu wanning who is the failure here.
the kiss feels genuine, like mo ran truly desires him, and chu wanning lets himself get lost in that for a few minutes, kissing him deeply in return. he feels claimed and possessed, and he tries to give that back in return. it would be a good example, should someone see, not that chu wanning ever intends to let anyone see them do this. this is just for private, for them, so he can remember these kisses later, when his job is done and mo ran is free to go elsewhere.
he shifts, rubbing his foot against mo ran's calf. the movement causes his hips to bump against mo ran's, so mo ran can feel just how hard he is in his sleep pants. chu wanning gasps into the kiss and tries to put distance between them, just to save some face. ]
[ chu wanning kisses him just as deep in return and the younger man gets lost in it, nearly dizzy from the scent of haitang enwrapping him and the sweet taste on his tongue. if only the man who bought him was honest with himself, mo ran wouldn't have to come up with all these excuses. they feel tiring and superfluous: can't wanning see the way they match so well? can't he recognize how their bodies choose each other with every breath and every touch? it comes so natural.
he hums pleased at the feeling of the other's foot, his blood set on fire by the way chu wanning seems to finally have given in. and then, unexpectedly, their hips bump together and mo ran outright moans into their kiss, a hoarse, broken noise. luckily he's on top and so wanning can't go anywhere, but for good measure he shifts nearly all his weight on him for a moment, when he feels him struggling to move away. ]
It's good that your body reacts like this. If you're ascetic nobody will believe you. [ he mutters in his ear, tongue snaking out to lick it. ] You're not good at lying about these things, it has to have happened for you to be believable. [ excuses, again, as he lowers his hips to roll them into wanning's, have him feel just how aroused he is as well. ] You're supposed to be using me for pleasure... what are you going to answer when they ask you how's the sex? [ he feels like the snake with eve, while catching wanning's graceful hand and dragging it from his stomach down to his hips and then having him feel along his hardened length, just the thin fabric of his underwear in between. he isn't sure the other has ever been touched like this, has ever experienced sex. ]
Wanning... [ lips still pressed to his ear, he calls his name in a trembling exhale mixed with a moan. with all the teasing he does, he hardly calls him by name, but when he does, it's always like he savours it. ] Let me take off our clothes...
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I was hoping you'd rest longer. [ he mumbles, voice low and thick from lack of use, purple-hued gaze dragged onto the other's features to catch all the softness that a still sleepy chu wanning cannot hide. he inches closer, mouth pressing onto the older's with a loud wet noise for a shameless good morning kiss.
it's chu wanning's fault for lowering his guard against the mad dog he bought and brought into his house. especially ever since mo ran has sensed that the older feels guilty about punishments, indeed like a wild animal, he's started taking more and more liberties. the worst chu wanning will do can't compare to a good day in the brothel --and so mo ran pushes the boundaries further each day, shameless. ]
Master stops lying only when he's sleeping. [ he accuses him cheekily. while asleep, wanning has relaxed into his presence, to the point of turning around and burrowing into his bare chest, nestling into him, tucking their legs together. mo ran nips at his earlobe, gentle. ] I was taught lying is a sin. [ he drags the sole of his foot up the other's calf, in turn his thigh rubbing dangerously between the older's. ]
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he flushes at the thought, the blush growing deeper when mo ran nips at his earlobe. he tries to put a little distance between their bodies, afraid the shameful reaction of his body would betray his lust. he does desire mo ran, but knows that they cannot be together, especially with the dangerous game chu wanning is playing with the mob. mo ran is already tangled in too deeply, he doesn't want to add another layer to it.
besides, chu wanning purchased him, and although he knows what mo ran said, and would say again, he can't possibly be doing this out of sheer desire. ]
I do not lie! [ he says, lying. ] My body is simply reacting to yours. That's all. I run cold.
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Your body wouldn't react to just anyone. You're too self-controlled. [ he comments with a lilt to his low voice. chu wanning has a rehearsed way he behaves, like the motions have been practiced countless times to look natural. he never relaxes, never drops his facade. that's why mo ran likes sneaking in his bed so much, to get a glimpse of the real him, the cat who likes warmth and yearns for affection. ]
But that's okay. You can tell yourself that it was all me. You bought a beast and brought him home after all, and they're unpredictable. [ large hands grip wanning's forearms, firm but not ungentle, as he shifts his weight and rolls them over, pressing the older one in the mattress under his weight, so he's sure he won't try to escape.
he pins his arms above his head, while he tilts his head to sniff at his neck, breathing the haitang in, before his tongue licks a trail along his jugular, like a wolf asserting dominance. ]
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so he settles on scowling, chin lifting as he glares at mo ran. ] This is an inappropriate—
[ he doesn't get anything else out before mo ran is rolling him over, pressing him into the mattress, and chu wanning loses his voice. the sound he releases when mo ran licks over his throat is loud and indecent, betraying the immediate spike of lust and desire. ] Mo Ran! [ he repeats instead, scandalized. how dare he!!
too bad chu wanning can't protest that much, not when he secretly enjoys it. ]
We need to get up for the day! There are things to do. You can't just trap me in bed and act like this.
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he knows the older would find a way to stop him if he really wanted to, he's strong enough to, but at the same time mo ran is tempted by trying to overpower him. he's aroused and terrified at the same time, thinking of when he'll fail to stop himself in time. it's something he's been struggling with ever since he laid eyes on chu wanning; the first time he realized he really is a dog, for having impulses like that.
but for now he can keep pretending he still has everything under control, that it's just a game he's playing. and so he smiles, that dazzling smile of his, dimples deep. ] Gege said our act has to be believable. [ the way he speaks that honorific is always dripping unspeakable things, like an indecent word, a kink of theirs.
his thumbs rub into the other's thin, graceful wrists, while his lips brush along the tensing lines of his neck. chu wanning really is a work of art, every stroke that paints him absolutely perfect. he places hot kisses on his skin, with the occasional wet caress of his tongue. ] If you flinch whenever I touch you in public, people won't believe a word you say about taming me. It must look like you're used to it, like you can make me go crazy simply by tilting your head. [ mo ran speaks softly, puffs of hot breath against warm skin. chu wanning never stays cold for long when they're together. he nibbles on his earlobe. ]
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he hates that he has to subject mo ran to this and that mo ran feels the need to do these things with him. but his words are honest and true: he said it needs to be believable. ]
Humph! [ he settles on saying, rather than anything else. ] And does making it believable mean you have to straddle me like this?
[ the answer is yes; chu wanning would flee if mo ran wasn't on top of him like this. although forget about learning to make mo ran crazy; chu wanning is the one who is going crazy, with the heavy, solid weight of mo ran pressing him down. he feels corralled, trapped, but not in a way that makes him want to fight back. he just wants to stay there, beneath him, and let mo ran have his way.
without conscious thought, he tilts his head further back, letting mo ran have access to his neck, and his arms, once glued to his side, sneak around mo ran. ] This seems the opposite of taming you. Why would you touch me in public like this?
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the thought makes him smile even wider, giving him a youthful and harmless appearance for once.
he presses his nose in his neck, drinks his scent in like an intoxicated man. it feels like chu wanning won't try and struggle for the time being, so his large hands head to his sides instead, rub into his skin that was bared by the wrinkled fabric of his tee. he can't help a long, pleased sigh. ] They saw me struggling against any kind of physical interaction, biting and growling. If I look for your touch in public, show that I need it, but try and attack anyone else, won't it be obvious you tamed me? That I need you and answer only to you. [ mo ran presents it with such utmost confidence, would anyone be able to tell that this theory of his is entirely self-serving? ]
They know how many people I hurt at the brothel for trying to touch me. [ he takes one of the older's hands and drives it to his chest, guides it along the swell of pectorals and then down the deep lines of his stomach. ] And yet, look at Chu Wanning. [ he pours a deep sigh against his ear, breath trembling. ] He has such a beast wrapped around his finger. He's a powerful man...
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it's annoying to be so called out, even if chu wanning does recognize that mo ran is being gentler with him, not as straightforward as he might be otherwise. despite that, he does settle down, though he's still scowling. ] Who taught you to be so rude?
[ sucking in a breath at mo ran's fingers against his sides, fighting back the shiver that threatens to reveal just how turned on he is. he's lucky that he's not yet hard.
the words are accurate or at least reasonable. they are playing a dangerous game, and it would help for people to believe he's tamed mo ran, especially among the people chu wanning has to deal with on a near-daily basis.
when mo ran picks up his hand and guides it to his chest, he's distracted for moments, breathing shallowly as he traces along the swell of his pectorals and abdomen. he has to force his mind to focus on mo ran's words, rather than the feeling of his body. ] No one should attempt to touch, as in their eyes, you are mine. But looking for my touch in public would be appropriate. [ even if it would throw chu wanning into a state of panic.
luckily, he can use this for training to not react too strongly to mo ran doing this. it's possible.
his fingers flex against mo ran's flat stomach, distracted enough that he relaxes, a shiver running through him. ] You are correct, we should practice.
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Am I yours only in their eyes? [ he wonders softly, with a slight, childish purse of his lips, not unlike a pout. he wants to be his and he's playing silly just to have the older huff, as much as he really wants to hear it —that he belongs to him; that he belongs somewhere for once.
but his act is cut short by the sudden way his breathing flutters, a soft noise escaping him as the other touches him curiously, not only following his lead anymore. ] We should... [ he mumbles in agreement, now resting his forearms on either side of the other's head and leaning his weight against them. his breathing has picked up, his body warmer, to the point it's impossible to act like he's just pretending now.
he nudges their noses together, almost tender. ] I should look for your kisses too... [ he suggests, just a moment before brushing their lips together. he eases wanning into it, brushes turning into pecks along the outline of his mouth, barely there. and then he lowers himself, small kisses are pressed, until he starts lingering with a hum, stealing the softness of his lips for himself. ]
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when mo ran asks if he's just chu wanning's in the eyes of their others, chu wanning goes scarlet, pale skin flushed with embarrassment, and he squirms. mo ran moves on before he can say anything, but he remembers it, even through the distraction of mo ran pressing against him, the teasing rub of their noses. ]
Kisses! [ scandalized again, but then mo ran's kissing him. with soft, quick ones at first, and then lingering. chu wanning is a weak man, and mo ran is warm and beautiful and wants to kiss him. even if it's out of gratitude, because chu wanning saved him, he wants this. so he leans in, lips hesitant, and he returns the kisses. ]
Mo Ran. [ soft, tentative. he murmurs it against mo ran's lips, then takes a chance, and kisses him again, before mo ran could. ]
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though the older is much of a tease himself and of the worst kind, the unconscious one. starting from those elegant fingers of his that are splayed on his stomach and have set a wildfire under mo ran's skin. and not to mention how he looks when he blushes so deep. the red of his cheeks affects even the outline of his eyes and he looks so endearing and so wronged at the same time, mo ran just wants to devour him.
he tries to hold himself back, his kisses mostly chaste, but then the older calls his name like that and mo ran's heart trembles, bringing a wave of tight, beautiful ache throughout his chest. he hums in reply, desperately reminding himself to keep himself together. he can't afford to act too aggressively and scare him away.
but then chu wanning fills the distance first and mo ran goes entirely still, surprise clear in his warm eyes and a soft pink dusting his cheeks.
it's a pause that's not even a second long and then his body moves. he slips a hand in the older's soft inky locks and their lips crash together. the kiss that follows is pure instinct, heated and filthy wet, slow and possessive, like mo ran wants to eat him up and leave nothing behind for others. ]
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the kiss is unexpected. mo ran's lips are warm against his, which is just a natural state of mo ran, always warm and comforting. the kiss isn't comforting; more the exact opposite, a blaze of heat against his lips that makes chu wanning shift against him, arousal burning deep in his bones. it's hard not to be aroused with mo ran around, especially difficult when he feels this warm against chu wanning, and the kiss is shockingly erotic.
chu wanning hasn't kissed many people, preferring to live up to the rumors that he's ascetic by nature. buying mo ran had been a shock to everyone, including chu wanning, and now he does have to live up to the gossip around him. it was a good ploy, though; too pure, and he comes across as untrustworthy, too good and noble for the sort of dealings he's handling. so getting his hands on mo ran had helped, and if mo ran is right— and chu wanning knows he is, deep down inside— having mo ran answer to him like that will help even further.
so there's a reason for the kiss, for them to do this and adjust. chu wanning can't act like a teenage boy on the cusp of puberty every time they're out, and mo ran... well, mo ran can play his part. it's chu wanning who is the failure here.
the kiss feels genuine, like mo ran truly desires him, and chu wanning lets himself get lost in that for a few minutes, kissing him deeply in return. he feels claimed and possessed, and he tries to give that back in return. it would be a good example, should someone see, not that chu wanning ever intends to let anyone see them do this. this is just for private, for them, so he can remember these kisses later, when his job is done and mo ran is free to go elsewhere.
he shifts, rubbing his foot against mo ran's calf. the movement causes his hips to bump against mo ran's, so mo ran can feel just how hard he is in his sleep pants. chu wanning gasps into the kiss and tries to put distance between them, just to save some face. ]
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he hums pleased at the feeling of the other's foot, his blood set on fire by the way chu wanning seems to finally have given in. and then, unexpectedly, their hips bump together and mo ran outright moans into their kiss, a hoarse, broken noise. luckily he's on top and so wanning can't go anywhere, but for good measure he shifts nearly all his weight on him for a moment, when he feels him struggling to move away. ]
It's good that your body reacts like this. If you're ascetic nobody will believe you. [ he mutters in his ear, tongue snaking out to lick it. ] You're not good at lying about these things, it has to have happened for you to be believable. [ excuses, again, as he lowers his hips to roll them into wanning's, have him feel just how aroused he is as well. ] You're supposed to be using me for pleasure... what are you going to answer when they ask you how's the sex? [ he feels like the snake with eve, while catching wanning's graceful hand and dragging it from his stomach down to his hips and then having him feel along his hardened length, just the thin fabric of his underwear in between. he isn't sure the other has ever been touched like this, has ever experienced sex. ]
Wanning... [ lips still pressed to his ear, he calls his name in a trembling exhale mixed with a moan. with all the teasing he does, he hardly calls him by name, but when he does, it's always like he savours it. ] Let me take off our clothes...