[ chu wanning has always prided himself on being a practical man, not given to fantastical thoughts about love and romance. there had never been a need for relationships or anything romantic, especially when life dictated he feasts on others to survive. but mo ran makes him feel something odd, something he's never considered before. what might it be like to consider having a relationship, someone there in his life, in different ways than just the few friendships he has.
he thinks briefly of having mo ran there.
but mo ran's lips are a distraction. maybe even something more than a distraction; chu wanning can't focus, can't concentrate on anything else but the feeling of his lips and those half dozen small kisses. he's probably kissed mo ran more times in just a few days than he's kissed all of his former partners in his life.
it feels nice, and he melts against mo ran, even though something in the back of his mind whispers he shouldn't. they have only known each other for a short time, and mo ran is beautiful and popular and has so much going for him. living with an old, grumpy man couldn't possibly be good for him. even dating him would surely have its downsides. but any objections are lost in the kisses, dissuaded by the stirring in his swimsuit, chu wanning's own arousal hitting suddenly and forcefully. he draws in a sharp breath as mo ran nips his lobe and then moves lower, his knees suddenly weak.
even though there's no blood loss, no actual bite, chu wanning wonders if this is what it feels like when he bites his victims. it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts and make sense of the question. ] Yes. Heightened passions are evident in the blood, and it's best when there is arousal. [ it's much better than fear, or anything else, and he wonders what mo ran would taste like while they made love.
he shifts and presses against mo ran, tilting his head back even as he tangles a hand in mo ran's damp hair, holding him close. ] It is riskier, though.
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he thinks briefly of having mo ran there.
but mo ran's lips are a distraction. maybe even something more than a distraction; chu wanning can't focus, can't concentrate on anything else but the feeling of his lips and those half dozen small kisses. he's probably kissed mo ran more times in just a few days than he's kissed all of his former partners in his life.
it feels nice, and he melts against mo ran, even though something in the back of his mind whispers he shouldn't. they have only known each other for a short time, and mo ran is beautiful and popular and has so much going for him. living with an old, grumpy man couldn't possibly be good for him. even dating him would surely have its downsides. but any objections are lost in the kisses, dissuaded by the stirring in his swimsuit, chu wanning's own arousal hitting suddenly and forcefully. he draws in a sharp breath as mo ran nips his lobe and then moves lower, his knees suddenly weak.
even though there's no blood loss, no actual bite, chu wanning wonders if this is what it feels like when he bites his victims. it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts and make sense of the question. ] Yes. Heightened passions are evident in the blood, and it's best when there is arousal. [ it's much better than fear, or anything else, and he wonders what mo ran would taste like while they made love.
he shifts and presses against mo ran, tilting his head back even as he tangles a hand in mo ran's damp hair, holding him close. ] It is riskier, though.