[ being told he shouldn't joke about it makes him only more amused and he gives an apologetic look that's tinted with mischief, hardly sincere. he can tell chu wanning doesn't mean his glare either, because he's softening so quickly the more he looks into his purple-hued eyes, the ghost of a smile on his kiss-swollen lips. he looks so breathtaking that it's unfair, his iciness completely melted in the warmth of his blush and the soft beauty of his eyes.
he sighs deeply, a sound that comes straight from his soul, when the older man confesses he dislikes touching and being touched, his gaze softening with understanding. he felt a similar kind of disgust when he worked in the pleasure house, though his appetites pushed some of it aside, for him to be able to think of nothing while he kept busy with matters of the flesh; yet he still restrains from simple things like kisses and holding hands, most times went as far as not allowing his lovers to leave marks on him. it's ironic, isn't it, that he let chu wanning do all of that and he looked in him for things he never wanted from anyone. as ironic as it is that, out of everyone, wanning wouldn't recoil from the touch of somebody whose soul is filthier than most, like mo ran.
right because chu wanning reveals that but, instead of drawing away, he holds him tighter, mo ran does the same: both arms wrap around his waist and slip under his shirt, hot fingertips tracing delicate patterns along his pale skin. mo ran can't help the kisses he lays on his jaw, to his ear and behind it, on that sensitive beauty mark of his. he wants to envelope him in safe warmth, especially as he listens to him recounting how he "hunts", if it can be called that, eyes searching chu wanning's face and his eyes for all the signs of discomfort and hurt.
it's mo ran looking pained as he hears the details and he finds it easy to resonate with chu wanning's disgust for himself and the way he has to live. he knows that feeling personally. ] You're such a kind person, Wanning. Putting yourself through something that disgusts you because you'd rather hurt yourself than others. I can't imagine how much you've suffered till now... I'm so sorry. [ he whispers warmly and he hugs him tight now, squeezing him to his chest, the cold of his nipple piercing pressing against the other's chest as his large arms envelope him all, as if he could keep him safe from the world. he's sorry for all that happened to him and, mostly, he's sorry he couldn't meet his before.
he kisses his hair and breathes him in, offering the steady beat of his heart and the heat of his body as sources of comfort. so close, chu wanning may find that the only place to hide is really his neck and mo ran knows it too well. ] You can drink if you want, Wanning. You won't have to look for anyone anymore, you won't have to force yourself through it anymore. You can have me always, I promise. [ the sound of his voice is sweet and low as he tilts his head just a little to bare more of his neck, in case wanning wants to give in. it would be a sign onto their deal, in a way; a handshake to their promise. mo ran will always be there for him. ]
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he sighs deeply, a sound that comes straight from his soul, when the older man confesses he dislikes touching and being touched, his gaze softening with understanding. he felt a similar kind of disgust when he worked in the pleasure house, though his appetites pushed some of it aside, for him to be able to think of nothing while he kept busy with matters of the flesh; yet he still restrains from simple things like kisses and holding hands, most times went as far as not allowing his lovers to leave marks on him. it's ironic, isn't it, that he let chu wanning do all of that and he looked in him for things he never wanted from anyone. as ironic as it is that, out of everyone, wanning wouldn't recoil from the touch of somebody whose soul is filthier than most, like mo ran.
right because chu wanning reveals that but, instead of drawing away, he holds him tighter, mo ran does the same: both arms wrap around his waist and slip under his shirt, hot fingertips tracing delicate patterns along his pale skin. mo ran can't help the kisses he lays on his jaw, to his ear and behind it, on that sensitive beauty mark of his. he wants to envelope him in safe warmth, especially as he listens to him recounting how he "hunts", if it can be called that, eyes searching chu wanning's face and his eyes for all the signs of discomfort and hurt.
it's mo ran looking pained as he hears the details and he finds it easy to resonate with chu wanning's disgust for himself and the way he has to live. he knows that feeling personally. ] You're such a kind person, Wanning. Putting yourself through something that disgusts you because you'd rather hurt yourself than others. I can't imagine how much you've suffered till now... I'm so sorry. [ he whispers warmly and he hugs him tight now, squeezing him to his chest, the cold of his nipple piercing pressing against the other's chest as his large arms envelope him all, as if he could keep him safe from the world. he's sorry for all that happened to him and, mostly, he's sorry he couldn't meet his before.
he kisses his hair and breathes him in, offering the steady beat of his heart and the heat of his body as sources of comfort. so close, chu wanning may find that the only place to hide is really his neck and mo ran knows it too well. ] You can drink if you want, Wanning. You won't have to look for anyone anymore, you won't have to force yourself through it anymore. You can have me always, I promise. [ the sound of his voice is sweet and low as he tilts his head just a little to bare more of his neck, in case wanning wants to give in. it would be a sign onto their deal, in a way; a handshake to their promise. mo ran will always be there for him. ]