[ mo ran laughs heartily when after such a long pause he gets called appealing. ] I wondered if you were going to say 'appetizing'. [ he jokes easily, eyes narrowed into crescents as his expression turns bratty and warm. he looks very much his actual age when he's that happy and cheerful; it gives him a nearly boyish charm, despite his large shoulders and his massive proportions. it doesn't strike him at all that he may be the first who jests like that about chu wanning's nature, showing no sign of fear whatsoever.
he studies the differences of their hands while chu wanning thinks about his reply and he's done with kissing all of his digits, lining up heels and palms and resting his fingers against the older's (wow, he has such slender, graceful fingers no matter all the practical things he makes; how can even his fingers look beautiful, goddammit?), before he entwines them, his thumbs brushing against his knuckles. despite their position and how he's technically naked, he's being surprisingly well-behaved for the moment and not the fiend he's generally known as. it's being a struggle, undeniably, because chu wanning takes his breath away and he wants to kiss every inch that makes him, but he wants to prove he can be good, he can be mature --he fully expects chu wanning to complain he's too young some time soon.
the words that fall from his lips (his luscious, kiss-swollen lips that mo ran loves even when they're red with blood, but, oh, he's getting distracted) --the words, he was saying, do surprise him. he fully expected chu wanning to feed as little as possible, but six weeks are far too long for someone to go without any nutrients. ] You found that out by pushing your body to the limit, didn't you? [ he easily assumes, his brows drawing closer in a pained expression. he can fully imagine the hardships chu wanning put himself through to depend as little as possible on others and their blood. ]
You only speak of need, you haven't been kind to yourself at all... [ mo ran muses softly, voice a warm, tender caress, and he inches closer to press their lips together into an equally warm and tender kiss, noise wet and quiet. here's mo ran, used to scratch any itch, no matter how small, no matter the consequences, often selfishly; here's chu wanning, used to take as little as possible and always deny himself. ] You said you dislike doing it sooner... it means you dislike feeding at all, don't you? [ his tone is sweet and he nudges their noses together. ]
How do you do it usually? [ it's a quiet question asked on his lips. he muses it could be hard to answer, so he softens it with little pecks, peppered all over his perfect features, taking his time with it. chu wanning doesn't seem the type who would consider violence or forcefulness an option; but he isn't the type who enjoys flirting or seducing either, from what he's learnt of him in the time they've spent together. whichever way, feeding seems to go against his nature. mo ran thinks he understands why he'd push himself to the very limit of his hunger. ]
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he studies the differences of their hands while chu wanning thinks about his reply and he's done with kissing all of his digits, lining up heels and palms and resting his fingers against the older's (wow, he has such slender, graceful fingers no matter all the practical things he makes; how can even his fingers look beautiful, goddammit?), before he entwines them, his thumbs brushing against his knuckles. despite their position and how he's technically naked, he's being surprisingly well-behaved for the moment and not the fiend he's generally known as. it's being a struggle, undeniably, because chu wanning takes his breath away and he wants to kiss every inch that makes him, but he wants to prove he can be good, he can be mature --he fully expects chu wanning to complain he's too young some time soon.
the words that fall from his lips (his luscious, kiss-swollen lips that mo ran loves even when they're red with blood, but, oh, he's getting distracted) --the words, he was saying, do surprise him. he fully expected chu wanning to feed as little as possible, but six weeks are far too long for someone to go without any nutrients. ] You found that out by pushing your body to the limit, didn't you? [ he easily assumes, his brows drawing closer in a pained expression. he can fully imagine the hardships chu wanning put himself through to depend as little as possible on others and their blood. ]
You only speak of need, you haven't been kind to yourself at all... [ mo ran muses softly, voice a warm, tender caress, and he inches closer to press their lips together into an equally warm and tender kiss, noise wet and quiet. here's mo ran, used to scratch any itch, no matter how small, no matter the consequences, often selfishly; here's chu wanning, used to take as little as possible and always deny himself. ] You said you dislike doing it sooner... it means you dislike feeding at all, don't you? [ his tone is sweet and he nudges their noses together. ]
How do you do it usually? [ it's a quiet question asked on his lips. he muses it could be hard to answer, so he softens it with little pecks, peppered all over his perfect features, taking his time with it. chu wanning doesn't seem the type who would consider violence or forcefulness an option; but he isn't the type who enjoys flirting or seducing either, from what he's learnt of him in the time they've spent together. whichever way, feeding seems to go against his nature. mo ran thinks he understands why he'd push himself to the very limit of his hunger. ]