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Mo Ran's lips quirk up into a smirk that sends shivers down Chu Wanning's spine. He pulls back just long enough to shuck off his own clothes and rearrange Chu Wanning on the bed the way he wants him. There's something undignified about being manhandled like that, but Chu Wanning doesn't resist as he's laid out on his front, one cheek resting on the pillow and limbs spread just a little. His hands clench the bed sheets as he glances over his shoulder at Mo Ran, waiting for whatever he'll do next. If his gaze wanders over Mo Ran's body, well, no one can blame him.
For a long moment, all Mo Ran does is look at him with that dark gaze. His eyes make the track from Chu Wanning's legs all the way to his ass, hold there for a moment, then continue to travel up, lingering here and there. Chu Wanning shivers faintly, feeling like a meal set out in front of a hungry beast. Still, Mo Ran doesn't move towards him again.
"Mo Ran?" Chu Wanning asks at last, his fingers flexing slightly in indecision. This spurs Mo Ran into action. He grabs the lube from Chu Wanning's bedside drawer and tosses it on the bed next to him. Moving closer, Mo Ran grabs Chu Wanning's underwear, the last piece of fabric still on his body, and pulls them down his hips and off unceremoniously, tossing the offending item aside, not caring to check where they land. Mo Ran climbs onto the bed, pushing Chu Wanning's knees apart swiftly, not waiting for his concession as he settles between them. A spike of lust shoots through Chu Wanning when he feels Mo Ran’s arousal brush against his exposed ass, when he realizes how he might look with his legs spread so wide. He shivers at being treated like this, knowing Mo Ran, this Mo Ran, will do whatever he wants with him and won't take it easy on him at all. His eyes close as he tries to ignore the mounting anticipation.
He's been here just the night before; under Mo Ran, both of them naked, Mo Ran between his thighs. It's different in some ways, though, and not only because he’s basically ass-up this time around. Last time Mo Ran had hesitated, and now there is no such reservation in his actions. When he glances up at Mo Ran’s face, Chu Wanning sees him smirking. It’s a confident, almost snide expression - possessive. "You'll get it soon enough, be patient," Mo Ran tells him, his voice deep with want as he reaches both hands to cup his ass, spreading his cheeks obscenely. Chu Wanning turns his head to bury his face in his pillow. He feels Mo Ran lean down to press their bodies fully together front to back, lips ghosting over his skin before he turns to lick and bite at the nape of Chu Wanning’s neck.
Mo Ran finds every last sensitive spot across Chu Wanning's skin and teases them mercilessly, all the while licking up the shell of one ear, giving a playful nip at the lobe. He pinches Chu Wanning's nipples when Chu Wanning arches his back, unwittingly giving him access. Mo Ran ignores how he's squirming and groaning under the tease, and slides his hands down his sides, letting his fingers dip at the hip bone. None of this feels like it's enough at all. Chu Wanning's grip on the sheets tightens when Mo Ran squeezes his thighs, spreading him again. He turns his head again, though his eyes remain closed, his mouth hanging open, desperate for breath.
"Oh, but how can This One keep you waiting so long?" Mo Ran says, voice rumbling against Chu Wanning's ear. One of his hands slides between Chu Wanning’s legs and a little under, closing around his erection. Chu Wanning's hips jerk into that warm hand, wanting more stimulation. He doesn't realize it's a distraction until it's too late. Cool, wet fingers slide along his entrance, where Mo Ran has been just last night. He barely manages to catch his breath before two of them push inside him as deep as they can go, dragging a surprised gasp from his lips. It's too fast, burning slightly as it stretches him suddenly.
A single motion of those fingers inside him makes Chu Wanning moan, his eyes flying open in surprise on the next beat and the nearest of his hands rushing up to cover his mouth and keep other sounds at bay. Mo Ran pulls his fingers out and then pushes three of them in. Chu Wanning can barely catch up, and ends up pressing back against the burning pressure despite himself. It feels so different, but still so much the same. The way Mo Ran fills him, be it with his fingers or his cock, is just too good.
"You're so warm here, Wanning, so wet," Mo Ran tells him as he presses harder inside him. "You're sucking my fingers right in, look how well you take them… Can't wait to get inside you."
Chu Wanning moves his hand to cover his eyes. "Don't… Don't say such shameless things," he all but begs, the words wobbling out of him. His hand gets pulled down at the elbow, and Chu Wanning can’t help but glance at him. Mo Ran's lips are stretched in a smirk that's somewhere between playful and predatory, his sweet dimples dipping, attracting Chu Wanning's gaze. Mo Ran leans in close, nuzzling against his cheek.
"What's shameful about this?" he asks him, pulling his fingers free and wiping the excess lube onto his own hard cock. The sudden emptiness makes Chu Wanning whimper in dismay, though he tries very hard to stifle the noise.
"Let me hear your pretty voice, baobei," Mo Ran tells him as he presses his cock to Chu Wanning's entrance and shoves all the way inside him in one smooth, unrelenting thrust, not stopping until they're pressed flush together from shoulder to thigh. There is nowhere to hide from Mo Ran's eyes, no way to hold back the keening groan that spills from him as he's filled so impossibly deep so fast. With the way Mo Ran bears down on him, pinning him down on the bed with his weight, there is also nowhere to escape, not that he wants to.
"Yes," Mo Ran groans, restraint all but shot. "You're so tight for me, so hot," he nuzzles Chu Wanning's cheek and neck, trailing kisses anywhere he can reach, and then he bites down on Chu Wanning's neck harder than before. The sudden, budding pain distracts him from the moment Mo Ran starts moving. How many bite marks must he have by now? "You taste so good," Mo Ran praises, licking over the spot he'd bitten. Chu Wanning can barely focus on any of that, too consumed by the way Mo Ran is thrusting into him, going at a punishing pace, his branding hot cock nearly splitting him in half.
"Hold on tight," Mo Ran says, though Chu Wanning isn’t sure the sheets will survive this. Mo Ran grabs him by the hips so tightly, Chu Wanning is sure it's going to bruise. He pulls Chu Wanning onto his knees to give himself better access and a more favorable angle. The new position lets him drive ever deeper and gives him freedom to move faster and harder. It's all Chu Wanning can do to not outright scream.
"Wanning, ah, Wanning," Mo Ran pants next to his ear as he maintains the rhythm. "I could fuck you like this all day. Give it to you until all you can do is lie there and take it," he keeps talking, even though his breathing is labored and he's worked up a sheen of sweat. Their bodies move together perfectly, sweat smoothing the slide of heated skin against skin. Chu Wanning shakes his head, forehead dragging against the pillow, not even sure if it's refusal or simply too much sensation. Mo Ran is so big inside him, turning him inside out with each thrust. He drives deep, each motion tantalizing, sending zings of pleasure though his entire body. He doesn't know what kind of sounds he's making anymore and he can't be bothered to care. Everything starts and ends with Mo Ran and what Mo Ran is doing to him.
"Please..." Chu Wanning breathes between helpless sounds. He doesn't even know what he's begging for, his own body moving to meet Mo Ran’s thrust with every pass. Mo Ran's chuckle borders on cruel as he slows down. Chu Wanning’s so close, his sweet completion just out of reach. He lets out an actual whine, but Mo Ran pauses on the next thrust, staying as deep inside Chu Wanning as he can go.
"What's that?" He asks, feigning innocence. "Begging for mercy already?" He kisses Chu Wanning’s cheek, a pretense of tenderness. "You wanna come? Is that it?" He asks, his words strumming on some deep-seated shame inside Chu Wanning, making his eyes prickle and well with wetness. He does want to come. He wants Mo Ran to make him feel everything. How can he ever bring himself to answer such a thing truthfully? He bites his lower lip, turning his head a little towards the pillow. "Wanning," Mo Ran urges, sounding too smug to be soothing. "You came on This One's cock before. It can happen again. Do you want that? Hmm?"
"I…" Chu Wanning replies, tears spilling over despite his best efforts to hold them back, soaking into the pillow.
"You cry so very pretty," Mo Ran tells him, something oddly satisfied in his voice. "I could look at you like this all day; break you and watch you fall apart until all you know is This One's cock." He leans in and kisses the trail of tears down the side of his face. "Next time, you'll have to beg to come, baobei, but This One will spare you this time."
And that's all the warning he gives before resuming his vigorous thrusting. Chu Wanning hangs on, arms shaking with effort, his face buried in the pillow. Unlike just a minute ago, Mo Ran doesn't make him do anything other than endure his unrelenting, deep fucking. He's not sure how long they've been at it, and he doesn't know how long Mo Ran intends to continue, but with this rhythm and the obscenities he whispers in Chu Wanning's ear, it isn't long before the mounting pleasure crests, driving Chu Wanning beyond the point of no return. He can't curl into it, the position not allowing for it, but his entire body shudders, his hips jerking with each spasm as his release falls onto the bed beneath him. Mo Ran doesn't slow down at all, fucking him right through the intense orgasm. He mouths at the sensitive spot behind Chu Wanning's ear, his hot breath tickling and wet.
"Yes," he urges, each thrust sending a shock of too much sensation through Chu Wanning's body. "Your body is always so honest. You can't hide anything from This One," he's breathing heavily, words tumbling out of him in between little grunts of pleasure. "You love how This One fucks you so much it's all you need to come. Don't worry, This One will make sure you're satisfied." He keeps talking, words growing more obscene by the second.
"Gonna mess you up, come inside you, make you mine," he's rambling by now, moving so fast, so hard that Chu Wanning feels like he might tear at the seams. "You want that. Tell me you want it."
Already past his breaking point and a little lightheaded, Chu Wanning licks his lips and closes his eyes. "Yes," he whispers.
"Louder," Mo Ran demands.
"Y-Yes," Chu Wanning repeats, a little louder.
"Look at me," Mo Ran commands, and Chu Wanning turns his head to the side, forces his eyes to open and focus on Mo Ran’s face. "Tell me you want it."
Chu Wanning aches all over. From his abused hole, to the places where Mo Ran has been grabbing him too tight, to his bruise-littered skin. He's floating a bit in post-orgasmic bliss, feeling sated and claimed, needed. Mo Ran needs him to say it, to show him he needs it too. So Chu Wanning tilts his head a little, keeping his eyes on Mo Ran under lowered lashes. He strains his tired, aching muscles, reaching one arm up and back until his hand finds purchase on the back of Mo Ran's neck. He pulls him closer, tighter against himself as he struggles to bring himself to say what Mo Ran is asking for. The sense-memory of the previous times Mo Ran had come inside him makes him weak all over. He wants it so badly.
He hesitates only a moment longer. It's easier to push the words out when Mo Ran's face is too close for him to focus on. He ends up saying it right into the humid air between them.
"Do it." It's a miracle his face doesn't burst into flames with how hot it is. "Please…"
A growl begins in Mo Ran's chest and intensifies in seconds. His eyes rake over Chu Wanning's face, as if no other sight will ever be as wonderful, as arousing. He doesn't say another word, his hands grasping Chu Wanning by the hips ever tighter and holding him in place as he pushes harder against him. His pace changes, his breathing stutters, and in the next moment Chu Wanning feels him pulsing inside, shaking with his release. Warmth spreads inside, familiar and comforting, making Chu Wanning's eyes fall closed. From their first time together, being claimed like this had done something to him that words couldn't quite express. He rests his head down, pressing his hips back into each of Mo Ran's shallow thrusts as best as he's able. Exhaustion wins out soon after and he drops his arm from its perch and back onto the bed.
Mo Ran has his face smooshed into the nape of Chu Wanning's neck at present, resting there without biting or kissing the tender skin anymore. Chu Wanning moves his hand again, this time reaching backwards to run his hand down Mo Ran's side, gently coaxing him. When the tension finally ebbs out of him, Mo Ran rests most of his weight down, and Chu Wanning slides to lie flat on the bed, wet patch barely a fleeting thought, as Mo Ran’s body blankets his own. It feels at once restricted and safe. He decides against looking too deeply into that feeling.
A moment passes, and Chu Wanning thinks briefly that Mo Ran must have reverted to his primary persona, but when Mo Ran lifts his head and looks at his face, it's clear he's still the one that calls himself Taxian-Jun. A lazy smirk adorns his face as he regards Chu Wanning's face and shoulders. Still lodged deep inside Chu Wanning's body, Mo Ran's dick hasn't softened at all. It twitches with interest, making Chu Wanning's head spin.
"Wanning," Mo Ran purrs, his voice layered with promise - or is it a threat? "This One had to stop at one round before, but you can't possibly believe this is enough," he undulates his hips a little, the motion sending flares of pleasure through Chu Wanning's spine. "And it looks like you're not done, either."
Chu Wanning thinks he should protest. He's already so thoroughly fucked out, sore and stretched to the maximum, and filled with Mo Ran's spend, but when Mo Ran gives a slight thrust, all it does is drive a breathless sigh out of him. He clings to the bed, his legs spreading minutely and his gaze never quite landing on Mo Ran's face.
"Didn't think so," Mo Ran says, as if replying to some comment Chu Wanning has made, and before long, he resumes motion. Chu Wanning tries to hang on for as long as he can.