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rumination) wrote2022-09-13 11:43 pm
rumination) wrote2022-09-13 11:43 pm
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Chu Wanning, Yuheng of the Night Sky, Beidou Immortal
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You're doing so good, baobei...
[ he praises him while looking for his lips and the kiss can only be a sloppy, unfocused one, but he doesn't mind, he just wants to taste him again and feel the heat of his mouth, paired with the one that keeps tightening around him. he can't pick which one he likes best.
he still can't get over how his lover whimpered and held on even more tightly, clearly enticed by his crude words, though. the more scandalous, the more wanning seems to enjoy it no matter his complaints, his body and his reactions giving him away all too easily. so mo ran presses his mouth to his ear, voice low and thick, sultry at best, working past his breathlessness. ]
I'll take you between one class and the next, mm? So you can go back to teaching with my cum still streaking between your legs... wouldn't you like that, Wanning?
[ because the older man should always wear the reminder he's mo ran's, whether that's love bites or something more obscene. even just the thought makes mo ran's hips snap more harshly into his lover, muffling his groan into his shoulder, where he nips and bites, leaving new marks on the perfectly pale skin. chu wanning is always so generous with his students, staying overtime to explain them what they have troubles with and it is often that people take advantage of that just to spend more time with him, closer to him --mo ran would know because he's always done it too. to have chu wanning still secretly stained by him while he gives his attention to others, wouldn't that be just fair? ]
Wanning, say that you're mine.
[ it's worded like an order, but his voice is softer now, desperate with greed as he keeps filling him up relentlessly, and both arms securely and strongly wrap around his back now, keeping their frames impossibly closer as he sustains his weight fully without giving any sign it's uncomfortable. it's such a tight hug it's almost too forceful, but he's a hungry man. he wants chu wanning to know that he will never let go of him and he'll always keep him safe like this. in turn, he feels whole again only now, like this, so close he doesn't know if such hectic heartbeat is his own or wanning's.
he removes one arm, the other still curled around his waist, to make the older man lean back against the tiles again, so he can reach between their frames to smear his hand with the other's pre-cum. making sure wanning is watching, he gives a cheeky display of eagerly licking his fingers clean while angling his thrusts differently, rough motions meant to hit his sensitive spot. his purple-hued gaze is dark and half-lidded as he sucks onto his fingertips and all but purrs. he's still a brat, not touching wanning's arousal otherwise, just to see if he'll come once again without being touched. ]
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he shakes with mo ran's thrusts, lips meeting lips in a loose, sloppy kiss that chu wanning moans into, unconcerned that it's little better than them licking into each other's mouths. but that pales in comparison to those filthy, terrible words. chu wanning shakes his head, trying to protest, but the shame of it, burning through him, makes him clench harder around mo ran.
it's so improper, even the thought, that he can't help but think about it. seeing mo ran during the day, getting fucked by his student, going off to class like that. he wouldn't be able to look anyone in the eye. ]
You can't, I couldn't do that.
[ but he could do that, and wouldn't it be scandalous? the reserved and proper chu wanning, cold and distant, dripping with a student's— with mo ran's seed. even as he protests, he gasps, and his arousal twitches between their bodies, and he digs his nails in, this time leaving behind new scratches.
there's no hiding from his pleasure or how filthy of a pervert he is, not with mo ran fucking him like this, surrounding him, filling his senses. and like this, it's so easy to give into mo ran's demands. ]
Yours. [ his voice is quiet the first time he says it, almost tentative, and claiming that feels odd. strange. something that he's wanted for so long but never dreamt of, or thought about too deeply, knowing how wrong it was. knowing he wasn't mo ran's type. but now, mo ran wants him to say it. even if it sounds like an order, even if he's demanding, chu wanning can hear the greed in it, the desire. hard to believe but that's where they are. ] All yours, Mo Ran.
[ louder the second time, even as his voice breaks as he watches mo ran lick his hand clean, so filthy, all while looking at chu wanning with those dark eyes, satisfied and pleased with himself, and chu wanning is but a weak, helpless man. with mo ran pounding into him roughly enough that his legs will be shaky later, and looking at him like that, chu wanning comes, completely unexpectedly, the orgasm practically punched out of him. his body tightens around mo ran, and he goes even more boneless, a moan that borders on a sob escaping him. ]
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[ because chu wanning's body always gives him away and it's endearing as much as it makes mo ran breathless, the way the older man clings onto him with his limbs and his nails and even clenches around him, whenever something filthy that arouses him gets mentioned. he denies and he complains, but he gets so deliciously tight, like he wants for them to melt together even more, like he can never get enough of it.
mo ran moans so loudly when wanning gives in and states he's his that it echoes in the shower and maybe if he had any shame left, he could feel embarrassed for how needy he is. but he really doesn't care --the only thing he can focus on right now is his perfect, beautiful lover. his hold gets even tighter when the older man repeats it more loudly and mo ran curses out loud, anticipating and yet not quite expecting him reaching his climax so suddenly --he tightens so harshly around him that mo ran comes too, with a hoarse noise similar to a growl and he rides their pleasure and leads chu wanning along until he can feel him get completely boneless and his own thighs spasm lightly.
panting, breathless, he gently helps the other stand again, lowering his legs one after the other and holding him firmly with one arm around his waist to his own frame, so he doesn't risk to fall. the rest of the shower will surely be a blur to the older man with how tired he is, but mo ran makes sure to clean him up again and rinse the product from his hair while never letting go of him.
when they get out of the shower, he takes care of wanning first, squeezing the excess water from his hair with a towel, before getting another to wipe his skin dry. he is so cute like this, soft and pliant and sweet from the heavy orgasm, that mo ran can't resist taking advantage of it to press kisses here and there --his shoulders, his collar bones, his inner elbows, right below his earlobes-- and lovingly stroke his thighs with warm palms to try and soothe them from all the shaking. god, he wants to eat him up.
mo ran has been called an animal countless times and, he muses, maybe he is --because still completely naked and wet, droplets rolling down his tanned skin and nipples perked because no matter the steam in the bathroom it feels cold, his cock is half-hard again. just touching chu wanning like this, knowing he is allowed to, knowing he called himself his, all that is enough to make him aroused again even when his body should be tired and too cold to. ]
Can I brush and dry your hair for you, Wanning? [ he asks, completely puppy-eyed, speaking out loud finally to distract him from noticing his little problem (lest he realizes he's dating a pervert and changes his mind about dating at all).
but goodness, truthfully mo ran has been looking forward to touching and combing wanning's perfectly silky hair for a lifetime, craving this one moment. he heard once that shi mei got to brush it sometimes, when he went to care for chu wanning because he was sick and mo ran felt so jealous it was like drinking raw vinegar. ]
Should we do it here or do you want to sit on your bed? [ he looks tired and mo ran of course would make sure he doesn't fall, but maybe it is better for him to sit down --his legs have been trembling, no wonder because mo ran was a little too forceful. ]
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mo ran is sturdy and gentle, neither of which should surprise chu wanning since he'd seen examples of them in mo ran from time to time. but it does surprise him to see those so blatantly on display and used on him. but mo ran manages to hold on to him and keep him upright, and his hands, when he drives chu wanning off, are gentle and steadfast, even if they do wander. chu wanning recognizes he should be scandalized, pushing back against those wandering hands, but other than a quiet grumble, there's no energy in him to protest. and it feels too good to let mo ran do this, take care of him, and indulge him. it's selfish, chu wanning knows, but he's always been a wretched man, and this is no different; he wants mo ran's attention and affection, soaking it up as he's dried off.
his student is a beautiful man, handsome beyond belief; he looked good when arguing with chu wanning in class, and he's even more handsome in the quiet, contemplative space between them. his tanned skin is damp, but it makes him look sexier, and chu wanning can't help but want: want to touch, to taste, to feel mo ran's skin against his, and he reaches out, tentative and unsure but too relaxed for once to stop, and curls his fingers around mo ran's bicep. he's larger than chu wanning, which still annoys him, but it's a nice contrast now, especially when he can feel how strong mo ran is. it's something he never expected to see up close, and yet here he is, the bulk of that body a warm presence next to him. for chu wanning, who always runs cold and who ignores that until he's forced to acknowledge the weakness in his body, it's a remarkable comfort.
and it's impossible to miss the way mo ran's member stirs, half-hard. still? chu wanning thinks, half-amazed. but then, mo ran's young, full of life. that must be why he's still so aroused, chu wanning assumes, ignoring the flare of arousal in his blood, the craven desire to be close, to be touched— specifically by mo ran, and no one else.
he nods his head at mo ran's question, letting go of his bicep with some reluctance so he can grab his brush. ] Let's sit on the bed. [ his legs have been trembling, and he's unsettled on his feet, and sitting down sounds like the right move. mo ran is brighter than he realizes, and chu wanning should tell him that sometime. he's too harsh, he knows, and it only served to drive a wedge between them. but it makes him blush to think of saying anything too extreme at the moment, so he just murmurs, ] Good idea, [ and scurries from the bathroom on wobbly legs, still clutching the hairbrush to his chest.
it doesn't take long to get settled on the bed, although he hastily throws a blanket over his lap to hide his nudity and waits for mo ran. ]
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he hums when the older man agrees to move to bed, pretending he hasn't seen how much his legs have been wobbling so far. it's a wonder he manages to stand after letting go of mo ran.
mo ran brightens up at the compliment, but he's left surprised by how his lover runs away after that and he laughs quietly, fondly, watching his retreating figure and hoping his legs won't give in any time soon. how unbearably cute, holding the brush to his chest like a shy child. when mo ran thinks he can't adore him any more than this, he's always proven wrong.
he ties a towel around his hips, to cover himself up, and haphazardly dries his own hair, tying it up into a messy, quick bun, before joining chu wanning in the bedroom. seeing him like that, sitting on the bed waiting for him, something stirs in mo ran's heart. ]
Baobei is so good.
[ he praises him with a sigh and no hint of teasing, while slipping a finger under his chin to tilt his head up and he kisses him, slow and warm, taking once again advantage of how tired he must feel. how to resist devouring him, when he's like this?
he gets the hair dryer and asks the brush to wanning, before he settles behind him on the bed, long legs on either side of the other's hips. he starts gently brushing his hair, slow and soft, and who knew his big hands could be so light and delicate. when he's taken care of all the tangles (barely any, wanning's hair is as perfect as him), mo ran starts blowdrying it, the care he puts in it undeniably tender and loving. he even sneaks a kiss on his nape, and then one behind his ear, where he has a cute little mole. ]
Does it feel good, Wanning? Is it too hot?
[ he asks softly, lips next to his ear, wondering if he's keeping the dryer too close without realizing. ]
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by the time mo ran joins him, chu wanning thinks he has his feelings, and his expression, under control. only then he's confronted with mo ran, a towel around his hips and hair in a messy bun, and any composure he had shatters. mo ran is always handsome and charming, and like this, barely dressed and glistening, and even more casual than usual, he looks like everything chu wanning's ever wanted and denied himself. (mostly because he is everything chu wanning's wanted.)
when mo ran praises him, it goes straight to his core, making chu wanning flush and squirm. he's never done anything just for praise, and tried his best to ignore how he wanted acknowledgement because it wasn't necessary for him. but it still does something, especially in this, where he has no experience.
he melts into the kiss, sighing slightly when mo ran pulls away. it's not for long, of course, because then mo ran is behind him, blow dryer in hand. all of it makes him shiver, the sort of care mo ran puts into dealing with his hair an experience all its own— chu wanning has never paid so much time and dedicated to his own hair. a few times, shi mei had brushed his hair for him, and once madam wang, when he'd been too sick to deal with it himself. if they had taken half as much care as mo ran, chu wanning wouldn't know, and he only vaguely remembers the feeling of it, having been sick.
but this is mo ran and he's not sick, so chu wanning enjoys the careful touch, the tender hands carding through his hair, the kisses on his neck. and if the kiss behind his ear makes him draw in a sharp breath and shiver, unexpectedly aroused, then there's no one else to say thing. ]
It's fine.
[ it's just warm enough, really. chu wanning runs cold, so the heat feels good against his head. between that and mo ran himself, chu wanning feels warmer than he remembers being in ages. ]
There's coffee, when we're done with this.
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[ after all chu wanning's sweet tooth is infamous; mo ran would have a harder time believing he drinks it black than with at least two spoonfuls of sugar. then again, chu wanning likes to punish himself for no particular reason at all, so maybe he's forced himself to drink it black for years just because. mo ran is curious about the answer.
to be fair, mo ran is curious about everything, even the smallest things. he will observe carefully even just how he pours coffee in his mug. ]
But before that, I'll need some underwear and clothes.
[ he reminds him softly, turning the blowdryer off and the silence is welcome. he sets it aside and wraps his arms around chu wanning's waist from behind, and settles his chin on his shoulder. ]
Unless Wanning would like to keep me naked, as I wander about your place.
[ he teases in a whispery puff of breath against his ear, before he pours there some warm laughter and kisses at his lobe. he tightens his hold for a moment, expecting chu wanning to try and struggle free as he sputters some scandalized commentary. he will let go only after pressing a string of affectionate pecks all down the side of his neck and onto his shoulder, as if asking for forgiveness. ]
Can I ask you a favour? Can you get dressed here?
[ he asks as he crosses his long legs on the mattress once chu wanning has stood up. needless to say, his gaze gives away his eagerness, following his every motion. he lost count of how many times he's tried to picture chu wanning's morning routine and to witness it now, he's elated: he only lacks a wagging tail. there's no brattiness in how he wants to observe even just the way his teacher picks his clothes and puts them on, only adoring curiosity. ]
Do you like eating in the morning or do you not have the stomach for it?
[ he wonders now, clearly to distract him and to make it more comfortable for the older man whether he accepts his request or not; he wants to ease his embarrassment, even if he looks adorable with his red ears.
he's rather sure chu wanning doesn't eat in the morning, since he can't cook and he wouldn't go through the trouble of trying. but, given someone who could do that for him, would he eat at all or is his stomach sensitive? mo ran looks almost cute, with his expectant gaze, almost childlike, clashing with his very wide shoulders and very firm physique. ]
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[ his first cup is always sweet and milky, even if he knows he shouldn't be so indulgent; black coffee for later in the day, when he has people around to see what he drinks, and he's trying to find the energy he needs to stay up working. it's a good balance. he gets his sweet coffee and then doesn't run quite as much of a risk of getting cavities.
with the silence comes the reminder that they're naked, and his face goes red. hoping he can blame that, at least, on the hair drying and mo ran's scandalous teasing rather than his own embarrassment. that teasing does earn him a glare and a huff, and he struggles to get free.
the kisses feel nice, and he's a little mollified as he scoots away from mo ran, discarding the blanket he'd put over his lap, trying to force back the embarrassment that wants him hiding under the blanket again. mo ran's already seen him naked, he reasons and hasn't run away yet, and he's going to be seen no matter what, even if he takes his clothes elsewhere. so it can't hurt to indulge him in that, at least. he nods in agreement and digs through his dresser.
he picks out comfortable clothes again, his go-to for the times he's lounging around the house, even if he's trying to work. his underwear, plain briefs, followed by his sweats, and finally a long-sleeved shirt, on the heavier side so he won't get cold. ]
I'm not sure if anything I own will fit you properly. [ it's more muttered than an actual statement to mo ran, and once chu wanning his dressed, he turns back to his dresser, fetching up a pair of large sweats, looser on him than anything he normally wears, and a large tee-shirt. the idea of sharing his underwear with mo ran makes him flush again, but he pulls a fresh pair from his drawer, handing them all over to mo ran in a heap. ]
I can eat in the morning; I just never have the time for it. [ he's found he does better if he actually eats breakfast, but for the most part, he just shoves a protein bar or some fruit in his mouth and hastily eats that rather than attempting breakfast. ] You should... get dressed in here.
[ it's fair, right? chu wanning wants to watch mo ran, just like mo ran did with him. see that physique in motion, even if it is being covered up. ] I don't have much food, but we can figure out breakfast if you want.
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he laughs softly and loosens his hold, his expression oozing adoration: if chu wanning were to glance at him even shortly, he would surely see it and hopefully recognize it for what it is --absolute love. if not, it's simple to notice how happy he is, just being allowed to watch wanning like that.
his gaze is eager and heavy, making no mystery of his want, even after everything they've done, last night and in the shower --he'll never stop yearning for him, he simply knows. wanning is beautiful from head to toes; his silky hair, his wide shoulders, the lines of his abs. mo ran observes so intently the graceful movement of his legs as he wears his briefs that it could feel like a caress to the other --what gorgeous long legs. even his toes are pretty --god really put his best efforts in creating someone as perfect as wanning. ]
Mhmm, it's okay. I'm happy I get to wear your clothes.
[ he admits with almost childlike excitement, eyes crinkling at the edges in pure happiness. it turns quickly into a frown when chu wanning admits to not eating in the morning --he guessed as much: this man really takes such poor care of himself. it's a wonder he's never fainted from malnutrition while giving classes.
he opens his mouth to scold him lightly when the older man uses the same words as him and mo ran looks surprised for a moment, since he didn't expect it. does wanning like his body? he feels suddenly flattered and he grins, dimples deep. ]
I can do anything Wanning wants of me.
[ he can be a really good boy, he wants to prove it to him. so he gets up from the bed and tugs his towel off, folding it and hanging it so it won't wet anything. he goes through the clothes he was given and of course starts with his underwear, a little too tight where it matters and in the waistband, given chu wanning's outrageously slender hips, but not uncomfortable. he stops moving then, not on purpose for once, pursing his lips in thought and the pause will give the other plenty of time to watch. ]
I'm sure I'll manage to whip up something. Then we'll have to go shopping for groceries. [ he suggests, now bending to grab his tee. when he stretches his arms up, his back tightens, chu wanning's many scratches dancing along his taut muscles and along the dip of his spine. it will surely give the older man an idea of how his back must've looked while they were tangled in bed, moving together. the shirt fits him quite right at least and then he puts the pants on, short on the ankles and once again a little too tight on the front. ] If you're not busy today, we can go shopping together later.