[ Arousal shoots straight between his legs, that flimsy towel in between them doing little to hide the way he's stirring. He isn't sure which it is, making his length throb like that: the bite itself and how he feels wholly claimed whenever it happens or the way Wanning moans so wantonly around it, like Mo Ran is everything he's ever wanted, and nothing could be more satisfying than his blood. It somewhat embarrasses him, how bad he inherently wishes to please Chu Wanning, to be of use to him: he'll do anything so that someone so out of his league will never leave him.
Mo Ran finds his breathing growing louder and his cock all too easily getting harder the longer Wanning drinks, soft noises escaping him without him even realizing. In the meantime his fingers are playing with his smooth locks, affectionately, his opposite hand tracing patterns along his lower back, under his shirt. When Wanning pulls away and he opens his eyes to look at him, he can't help the breathless fuck that escapes him. How can he be real? ] You're too beautiful to be fair. [ He comments with a deep sigh and it's obvious it's truth and no flattery by how dazed he looks, mesmerized. Someone so completely above him in all ways likes him enough to want to feed from him, even if he's used to drinking little and sparsely. He can't quite believe how lucky he is. ]
You've become a messy eater. [ It's just like if he was chiding a child, with utter softness and the shadow of a laugh in his tone. There's adoration dripping from his gaze and filling the depths of his dimples, but it's obvious how the other's feeding has affected him, his breathing quick and his pupils too large. He's trying really hard to be good, he's making a conscious effort, especially after Wanning has told him just how much he dislikes being touched and having sex with strangers. He wants to show the older that he can feed comfortably without Mo Ran expecting anything in return. ]
It's selfish of me, but I want to take care of you, Wanning. [ He speaks while he wipes his pretty mouth with the pads of his fingers, as gentle as possible. He can feel the wet heat of his blood crawling down his skin, much like it happened the very first night they met, reaching his collar bone and then diving down lower, stretching to his pectoral, splash of color added to the black of his tattoos. ] I want to take care of you in all the possible ways. Will you let me?
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Mo Ran finds his breathing growing louder and his cock all too easily getting harder the longer Wanning drinks, soft noises escaping him without him even realizing. In the meantime his fingers are playing with his smooth locks, affectionately, his opposite hand tracing patterns along his lower back, under his shirt. When Wanning pulls away and he opens his eyes to look at him, he can't help the breathless fuck that escapes him. How can he be real? ] You're too beautiful to be fair. [ He comments with a deep sigh and it's obvious it's truth and no flattery by how dazed he looks, mesmerized. Someone so completely above him in all ways likes him enough to want to feed from him, even if he's used to drinking little and sparsely. He can't quite believe how lucky he is. ]
You've become a messy eater. [ It's just like if he was chiding a child, with utter softness and the shadow of a laugh in his tone. There's adoration dripping from his gaze and filling the depths of his dimples, but it's obvious how the other's feeding has affected him, his breathing quick and his pupils too large. He's trying really hard to be good, he's making a conscious effort, especially after Wanning has told him just how much he dislikes being touched and having sex with strangers. He wants to show the older that he can feed comfortably without Mo Ran expecting anything in return. ]
It's selfish of me, but I want to take care of you, Wanning. [ He speaks while he wipes his pretty mouth with the pads of his fingers, as gentle as possible. He can feel the wet heat of his blood crawling down his skin, much like it happened the very first night they met, reaching his collar bone and then diving down lower, stretching to his pectoral, splash of color added to the black of his tattoos. ] I want to take care of you in all the possible ways. Will you let me?