[it's so cute, how chu wanning would follow up with kisses now, to make up for his little punishment flicks. it makes mo ran want to be even more a brat so he can get a lot of punishment and a lot of kisses --he's always been a bit of a masochist.
he can't help a snort when chu wanning accuses him like that and mo ran makes a mental note of getting retribution later, by making the older man a helpless, whining mess. then he'll know for himself just how far he can go when misbehaving.]
Shizun, you hurt me. I've always been nothing but good.
[he pretends to be innocent, even making puppy eyes. the problem with mo ran is that he has a really thick face and he knows all too well chu wanning's weak spots. he honestly can't wait to get to know even more of them, especially the physical ones that were precluded to him till now.
mo ran gives a deep sigh watching chu wanning wearing his shirt again and he wishes he wouldn't be wearing his sweats underneath, so he could admire the pale, smooth skin in its entirety, covered just by his flimsy piece of clothing, too large on him. what a sight. there's only one thing that makes it even better and it's the love bites and bruises that mo ran scattered all over --ah, he can't wait to see those around his hips and his thighs.]
It's not true you don't have food. You're a whole snack.
[he claims shamelessly, giving chu wanning a quick kiss to the cheek before running off to the bathroom while laughing loudly, to avoid getting hit again.
he starts the water and undresses, stepping inside first so chu wanning won't hopefully feel too shy about undressing, without mo ran's gaze on him. he stands under the spray of hot water until he's drenched and gives a pleased sigh, tilting his head up to wet his hair thoroughly and then pushing it back and squeezing it together in a low ponytail against his nape. like that, chu wanning's scratch marks against his shoulders are even more obvious.
when chu wanning joins him, he tries not to stare, simply glancing at him as if it's casual, while he pours bodywash on his hands, rubbing his palms together until it's foamy.]
Turn around, Wanning. I'll wash your back. [he tries to sound nonchalant, but goodness, he's so excited about something this intimate.]
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he can't help a snort when chu wanning accuses him like that and mo ran makes a mental note of getting retribution later, by making the older man a helpless, whining mess. then he'll know for himself just how far he can go when misbehaving.]
Shizun, you hurt me. I've always been nothing but good.
[he pretends to be innocent, even making puppy eyes. the problem with mo ran is that he has a really thick face and he knows all too well chu wanning's weak spots. he honestly can't wait to get to know even more of them, especially the physical ones that were precluded to him till now.
mo ran gives a deep sigh watching chu wanning wearing his shirt again and he wishes he wouldn't be wearing his sweats underneath, so he could admire the pale, smooth skin in its entirety, covered just by his flimsy piece of clothing, too large on him. what a sight. there's only one thing that makes it even better and it's the love bites and bruises that mo ran scattered all over --ah, he can't wait to see those around his hips and his thighs.]
It's not true you don't have food. You're a whole snack.
[he claims shamelessly, giving chu wanning a quick kiss to the cheek before running off to the bathroom while laughing loudly, to avoid getting hit again.
he starts the water and undresses, stepping inside first so chu wanning won't hopefully feel too shy about undressing, without mo ran's gaze on him. he stands under the spray of hot water until he's drenched and gives a pleased sigh, tilting his head up to wet his hair thoroughly and then pushing it back and squeezing it together in a low ponytail against his nape. like that, chu wanning's scratch marks against his shoulders are even more obvious.
when chu wanning joins him, he tries not to stare, simply glancing at him as if it's casual, while he pours bodywash on his hands, rubbing his palms together until it's foamy.]
Turn around, Wanning. I'll wash your back. [he tries to sound nonchalant, but goodness, he's so excited about something this intimate.]