[ he has to muster all his self-control not to squeeze chu wanning's face between his palms at the way not only he blushes so deeply, but afterwards he even pouts because mo ran has seen through him and mentioned his age. good lord, this man --or well, vampire, will be the death of him, one way or the other. he makes his blood sing and his heart forget to beat regularly, skipping beats left and right, until it's hard to breathe. mo ran has never felt so comfortable, so thoroughly happy in anyone's company before. he's had sex and been on dates, but they never meant anything to him; sometimes it was just an act, a mean to sleep with someone, quickly forgotten afterwards.

but not chu wanning; he can never forget about him. ]

How can I forget the most beautiful and most brilliant man I've ever met? [ mo ran wonders earnestly, his wide grin bleeding into the lilt of his voice. his warm, large hands rub into the width of his back, fingertips barely sweeping over his spine. he inches closer to kiss him again, soft and sweet, half a dozen times, until he's temporarily satisfied by the tingling of his lips. those same lips are dragged to his ear then. ] What to do, Wanning, I want to make love to you again. [ he sighs, still smiling, his yearning clawing at his ribcage and starting to get noticeable under the tightness of his swimsuit.

he tilts his head to press pecks to the shell of it and his lobe, lightly nipped, and then underneath, to the side of his neck, where he left a mark to echo the bite wanning left on him, that he now suckles. ] Do you like drinking while you make love, Wanning? Would I taste better? [ he wonders curiously, no doubt about what he entails by simply saying 'drinking. ]