[ chu wanning isn't the type to let other people take care of him. he's sure there was a time when his parents bathed him, but he certainly can't remember it, and then there was huaizui, who would have never done such things for him; chu wanning doesn't recall a hug from him, let alone helping him wash his hair or scrub his back. and there's been no one since then close enough to consider this. independence was fiercely guarded; as long as he never reached out, and never needed help, he didn't have to feel the sting of rejection.
trust his body to mo ran's tender care is something entirely novel for chu wanning. it feels good, those strong fingers caressing his back, especially when mo ran digs into the muscles making him shiver. he resists at first, stiff and unyielding, but eventually relaxes into the touch, the tension bleeding from his back and shoulders.
it's back minutes later, when he feels mo ran's fingers press against his entrance. in broad daylight, under the starkness of the overhead light in his bathroom, even though it's steamed up, he doesn't want to think about that. about what mo ran left in him. it's mortifying, knowing he needs to be cleaned, and it makes him sputter a little, face flushed as he spreads his legs a little to help.
despite the flush of shame, his body still reacts, cock twitching and a shiver running down his spine, and he has to hold back a moan. feeling mo ran's erection against his backside helps ease some of the embarrassment: he wasn't the only one affected by it. ]
I wasn't looking for that. [ he grumbles about it, sounding huffy. he can't get away with saying he wasn't looking, but his look hadn't been prurient; it was different seeing him soft, seeing him in the light. ] It's the middle of the day!
[ but his cock twitches again, and he can't help but think of having it in his mouth, possibly. would it even fit? and inside him, again. ]
you are so sweet <33
trust his body to mo ran's tender care is something entirely novel for chu wanning. it feels good, those strong fingers caressing his back, especially when mo ran digs into the muscles making him shiver. he resists at first, stiff and unyielding, but eventually relaxes into the touch, the tension bleeding from his back and shoulders.
it's back minutes later, when he feels mo ran's fingers press against his entrance. in broad daylight, under the starkness of the overhead light in his bathroom, even though it's steamed up, he doesn't want to think about that. about what mo ran left in him. it's mortifying, knowing he needs to be cleaned, and it makes him sputter a little, face flushed as he spreads his legs a little to help.
despite the flush of shame, his body still reacts, cock twitching and a shiver running down his spine, and he has to hold back a moan. feeling mo ran's erection against his backside helps ease some of the embarrassment: he wasn't the only one affected by it. ]
I wasn't looking for that. [ he grumbles about it, sounding huffy. he can't get away with saying he wasn't looking, but his look hadn't been prurient; it was different seeing him soft, seeing him in the light. ] It's the middle of the day!
[ but his cock twitches again, and he can't help but think of having it in his mouth, possibly. would it even fit? and inside him, again. ]