[ he's the only one crazy enough to train during the night, yet it's a habit he's taken up in the span of years and that is difficult to let go now, to the point he's the only one who got the swimming center's keys --courtesy of the guardian, and not his uncle's influence. noise echoes easily by the pool, awfully distracting, and sometimes it's crowded enough, you can't even have the lane for yourself, but you have to take turns and adapting to someone else's pace is something that always annoys him.
at night he has the place for himself, the sloshing noise of his swimming the only echoing one, just a couple lights on, and the small spotlights lining the pool's bottom and sides, so that it's enough to see but not so much it burns your eyes. swimming gives him a clarity of mind and helps him center himself in ways nothing else has ever managed. it's a little plus that he sometimes even manages to win competitions. but tonight he's not dressed for them; he does sport the long swim pants that hug him like second skin, but otherwise he only has his hair tied back into a bun and no goggles, his eyes slightly rimmed red because of the chlorine.
while usually his mind manages to focus on the motions and empty, tonight all he can think about is chu wanning. it's ridiculous and yet entirely like mo ran, utterly falling for him at once. and yet the way his thoughts keep lingering on the older man is unfamiliar. he generally fancies someone, manages to fuck them and entirely moves on. but chu wanning fills the space of his every breath, his every movement, fills even the bubbles of his exhales into the water. god, he's in trouble.
he wants to see him again, wants to please him, wants to offer his neck if that was enough to keep him interested. the sex was the best he's probably ever had, the knowledge he was the first to claim him driving him crazy whenever he lingers on it; but that's not even the point. he wants to wake up tangled with chu wanning and make him breakfast (would he eat?); he wants to cradle him in his lap until his cold, cold hands have gotten warm.
mo ran has the ominous feeling he's been stupid enough to fall in love --figures that would happen with someone entirely out of his league.
he's been so lost in his musings, that he realizes he hasn't stopped once ever since diving in only when his palm touches the tiles of the lane and he counts it is the fortieth time. he scoffs to himself and halts and only then does he catch something unfamiliar in his water-blurried sight. he wipes his face with a large hand and he finally makes out the one chu wanning, standing there awkwardly, his jacket on.
to say that mo ran beams is almost underestimating the brightness of his expression, the way the realization travels to his eyes and lights them up instantly with adoration. he crosses his bare arms over the edge, biceps tightening, tattoos outlined by water drops, while his chest rises and falls quickly. ]
Hello, senior. [ he greets with the little breath he has left, with polite distance, as if he doesn't know the taste of his mouth, or how he looks when he's flushed and pleasured. it's lucky that the water feels cold, or he would get hard again just seeing his lips still look kiss-swollen. ] How do you find my freestyle technique? [ he asks, a hint of mischief in his eyes. it's obvious chu wanning isn't there to help him train, but mo ran can offer him an excuse. especially since he's overjoyed he's gone and looked for him; he's basking in the feeling and doesn't want to ruin it right away. ]
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at night he has the place for himself, the sloshing noise of his swimming the only echoing one, just a couple lights on, and the small spotlights lining the pool's bottom and sides, so that it's enough to see but not so much it burns your eyes. swimming gives him a clarity of mind and helps him center himself in ways nothing else has ever managed. it's a little plus that he sometimes even manages to win competitions. but tonight he's not dressed for them; he does sport the long swim pants that hug him like second skin, but otherwise he only has his hair tied back into a bun and no goggles, his eyes slightly rimmed red because of the chlorine.
while usually his mind manages to focus on the motions and empty, tonight all he can think about is chu wanning. it's ridiculous and yet entirely like mo ran, utterly falling for him at once. and yet the way his thoughts keep lingering on the older man is unfamiliar. he generally fancies someone, manages to fuck them and entirely moves on. but chu wanning fills the space of his every breath, his every movement, fills even the bubbles of his exhales into the water. god, he's in trouble.
he wants to see him again, wants to please him, wants to offer his neck if that was enough to keep him interested. the sex was the best he's probably ever had, the knowledge he was the first to claim him driving him crazy whenever he lingers on it; but that's not even the point. he wants to wake up tangled with chu wanning and make him breakfast (would he eat?); he wants to cradle him in his lap until his cold, cold hands have gotten warm.
mo ran has the ominous feeling he's been stupid enough to fall in love --figures that would happen with someone entirely out of his league.
he's been so lost in his musings, that he realizes he hasn't stopped once ever since diving in only when his palm touches the tiles of the lane and he counts it is the fortieth time. he scoffs to himself and halts and only then does he catch something unfamiliar in his water-blurried sight. he wipes his face with a large hand and he finally makes out the one chu wanning, standing there awkwardly, his jacket on.
to say that mo ran beams is almost underestimating the brightness of his expression, the way the realization travels to his eyes and lights them up instantly with adoration. he crosses his bare arms over the edge, biceps tightening, tattoos outlined by water drops, while his chest rises and falls quickly. ]
Hello, senior. [ he greets with the little breath he has left, with polite distance, as if he doesn't know the taste of his mouth, or how he looks when he's flushed and pleasured. it's lucky that the water feels cold, or he would get hard again just seeing his lips still look kiss-swollen. ] How do you find my freestyle technique? [ he asks, a hint of mischief in his eyes. it's obvious chu wanning isn't there to help him train, but mo ran can offer him an excuse. especially since he's overjoyed he's gone and looked for him; he's basking in the feeling and doesn't want to ruin it right away. ]