[ it's a good thing mo ran takes a few minutes to join him, because it gives chu wanning some time to compose himself, try to find that cool, collected place inside him, where he's better able to handle the way he feels like he's coming apart at the seams. even though they're not doing anything inappropriate, the quiet intimacy of having mo ran dry him off is almost more than he can handle.
by the time mo ran joins him, chu wanning thinks he has his feelings, and his expression, under control. only then he's confronted with mo ran, a towel around his hips and hair in a messy bun, and any composure he had shatters. mo ran is always handsome and charming, and like this, barely dressed and glistening, and even more casual than usual, he looks like everything chu wanning's ever wanted and denied himself. (mostly because he is everything chu wanning's wanted.)
when mo ran praises him, it goes straight to his core, making chu wanning flush and squirm. he's never done anything just for praise, and tried his best to ignore how he wanted acknowledgement because it wasn't necessary for him. but it still does something, especially in this, where he has no experience.
he melts into the kiss, sighing slightly when mo ran pulls away. it's not for long, of course, because then mo ran is behind him, blow dryer in hand. all of it makes him shiver, the sort of care mo ran puts into dealing with his hair an experience all its own— chu wanning has never paid so much time and dedicated to his own hair. a few times, shi mei had brushed his hair for him, and once madam wang, when he'd been too sick to deal with it himself. if they had taken half as much care as mo ran, chu wanning wouldn't know, and he only vaguely remembers the feeling of it, having been sick.
but this is mo ran and he's not sick, so chu wanning enjoys the careful touch, the tender hands carding through his hair, the kisses on his neck. and if the kiss behind his ear makes him draw in a sharp breath and shiver, unexpectedly aroused, then there's no one else to say thing. ]
It's fine.
[ it's just warm enough, really. chu wanning runs cold, so the heat feels good against his head. between that and mo ran himself, chu wanning feels warmer than he remembers being in ages. ]
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by the time mo ran joins him, chu wanning thinks he has his feelings, and his expression, under control. only then he's confronted with mo ran, a towel around his hips and hair in a messy bun, and any composure he had shatters. mo ran is always handsome and charming, and like this, barely dressed and glistening, and even more casual than usual, he looks like everything chu wanning's ever wanted and denied himself. (mostly because he is everything chu wanning's wanted.)
when mo ran praises him, it goes straight to his core, making chu wanning flush and squirm. he's never done anything just for praise, and tried his best to ignore how he wanted acknowledgement because it wasn't necessary for him. but it still does something, especially in this, where he has no experience.
he melts into the kiss, sighing slightly when mo ran pulls away. it's not for long, of course, because then mo ran is behind him, blow dryer in hand. all of it makes him shiver, the sort of care mo ran puts into dealing with his hair an experience all its own— chu wanning has never paid so much time and dedicated to his own hair. a few times, shi mei had brushed his hair for him, and once madam wang, when he'd been too sick to deal with it himself. if they had taken half as much care as mo ran, chu wanning wouldn't know, and he only vaguely remembers the feeling of it, having been sick.
but this is mo ran and he's not sick, so chu wanning enjoys the careful touch, the tender hands carding through his hair, the kisses on his neck. and if the kiss behind his ear makes him draw in a sharp breath and shiver, unexpectedly aroused, then there's no one else to say thing. ]
It's fine.
[ it's just warm enough, really. chu wanning runs cold, so the heat feels good against his head. between that and mo ran himself, chu wanning feels warmer than he remembers being in ages. ]
There's coffee, when we're done with this.