[ mo ran smiles to himself, endeared, when chu wanning reaches out to wrap a hand around his arm, tentative, like he wants to test how his skin and muscles would feel like in his hold. he lets him do that with adoration tangled in his gaze and his eyelashes, marveling at how beautiful wanning is when he's this soft --oh, he's always unfairly beautiful, but like this? without all his sharp edges? he's a vision.
he hums when the older man agrees to move to bed, pretending he hasn't seen how much his legs have been wobbling so far. it's a wonder he manages to stand after letting go of mo ran.
mo ran brightens up at the compliment, but he's left surprised by how his lover runs away after that and he laughs quietly, fondly, watching his retreating figure and hoping his legs won't give in any time soon. how unbearably cute, holding the brush to his chest like a shy child. when mo ran thinks he can't adore him any more than this, he's always proven wrong.
he ties a towel around his hips, to cover himself up, and haphazardly dries his own hair, tying it up into a messy, quick bun, before joining chu wanning in the bedroom. seeing him like that, sitting on the bed waiting for him, something stirs in mo ran's heart. ]
Baobei is so good.
[ he praises him with a sigh and no hint of teasing, while slipping a finger under his chin to tilt his head up and he kisses him, slow and warm, taking once again advantage of how tired he must feel. how to resist devouring him, when he's like this?
he gets the hair dryer and asks the brush to wanning, before he settles behind him on the bed, long legs on either side of the other's hips. he starts gently brushing his hair, slow and soft, and who knew his big hands could be so light and delicate. when he's taken care of all the tangles (barely any, wanning's hair is as perfect as him), mo ran starts blowdrying it, the care he puts in it undeniably tender and loving. he even sneaks a kiss on his nape, and then one behind his ear, where he has a cute little mole. ]
Does it feel good, Wanning? Is it too hot?
[ he asks softly, lips next to his ear, wondering if he's keeping the dryer too close without realizing. ]
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he hums when the older man agrees to move to bed, pretending he hasn't seen how much his legs have been wobbling so far. it's a wonder he manages to stand after letting go of mo ran.
mo ran brightens up at the compliment, but he's left surprised by how his lover runs away after that and he laughs quietly, fondly, watching his retreating figure and hoping his legs won't give in any time soon. how unbearably cute, holding the brush to his chest like a shy child. when mo ran thinks he can't adore him any more than this, he's always proven wrong.
he ties a towel around his hips, to cover himself up, and haphazardly dries his own hair, tying it up into a messy, quick bun, before joining chu wanning in the bedroom. seeing him like that, sitting on the bed waiting for him, something stirs in mo ran's heart. ]
Baobei is so good.
[ he praises him with a sigh and no hint of teasing, while slipping a finger under his chin to tilt his head up and he kisses him, slow and warm, taking once again advantage of how tired he must feel. how to resist devouring him, when he's like this?
he gets the hair dryer and asks the brush to wanning, before he settles behind him on the bed, long legs on either side of the other's hips. he starts gently brushing his hair, slow and soft, and who knew his big hands could be so light and delicate. when he's taken care of all the tangles (barely any, wanning's hair is as perfect as him), mo ran starts blowdrying it, the care he puts in it undeniably tender and loving. he even sneaks a kiss on his nape, and then one behind his ear, where he has a cute little mole. ]
Does it feel good, Wanning? Is it too hot?
[ he asks softly, lips next to his ear, wondering if he's keeping the dryer too close without realizing. ]