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"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"Absolutely not and stop asking."
"Wanning…"
The man in question stopped walking, teeth clenched tight together. Mo Ran knew he was on the cusp of a breakthrough. Either Chu Wanning was going to call out Tianwen to whip him, or he was going to cave. Mo Ran wasn't too opposed to either option.
A gentle breeze touched the treetops around them, making the leaves rustle together in a quiet murmur. They'd opted to take a walk a ways from their home in Nanping Mountain to survey the area for anything that needed exorcising. They'd found nothing to battle, but that was okay. They enjoyed each other's company, walking in the shade of the trees. At one point, Mo Ran had asked Chu Wanning what he wanted to have for dinner and when he wanted to head back to their little cottage.
Chu Wanning had said they could start heading back right then. He didn't know what he wanted for dinner and left that for Mo Ran to decide.
Mo Ran couldn't remember exactly how the conversation turned to matters of the bedroom. Most of the times this happened, Mo Ran had gotten so preoccupied with the topic that the way they got there eluded him. It might have been a stray memory, or the way Chu Wanning's ears turned warm when Mo Ran slid his hand along his shoulders. Whatever the catalyst, Mo Ran couldn't shake that image from his head any longer.
He had visited the market earlier that week, and as he surveyed the stalls, he heard a couple talking just a few paces behind him. The conversation, he immediately realized, was supposed to be hushed and unheard by others, but Mo Ran's hearing was rather keen.
"Does this please gege?" the woman asked, her voice lilting playfully as she leaned against the man sitting beside her. They were clearly having a meal, and sitting rather close.
"Xiang'er... We're in public," the man replied in a faintly strained whisper. "Do you want ge to lose his patience?"
The woman actually giggled in response. Mo Ran caught a glance of her making doe eyes at the man beside her. They weren't doing anything indecent that he could see, but the conversation they had clearly wasn't meant to be heard by anyone.
Mo Ran had forgotten about all that after turning his attention to the vegetable stall. There was much to prepare for dinner, and there were also some items Chu Wanning had asked him to get for his work.
As he walked by Chu Wanning, Mo Ran was struck by the image of Chu Wanning flirting with him like this. He tried to imagine what it would feel like if Chu Wanning called him ge, or gege.
Back when Chu Wanning had been cursed to revert to a young child, Mo Ran had not been able to withstand the way that child had called him ge, gege, Mo shixiong. He'd wanted to protect him and do anything he wanted. There had been no refusing that cute round face and begging eyes. Just thinking about it made Mo Ran's chest ache with the need to protect. Of course, at the time there had been nothing sexy about it, but when he looked at Chu Wanning now and tried to recreate that cadence in his mind, that begging expression…
It did something completely different for him.
Chu Wanning glanced sideways at him, his gaze harsh even though there was clear strain in his features. Mo Ran stood and watched him, keeping his expression open.
Eventually, Tianwen didn't show up, but Chu Wanning didn't say he'll do it, either.
Mo Ran holds onto his desire to keep pestering him until they get back. He even manages to put his focus on cooking a meal for them while Chu Wanning goes to bathe and then sets the table when he's back.
Chu Wanning maintains his usual elegant demeanour, eating the stir-fry Mo Ran had made for them and complimenting his cooking when he's done. Mo Ran practically glows all the way to the washroom. He gets the day's grime off himself, the day's conversation mostly forgotten and the prospect of getting to cuddle his shizun filling up his entire mind.
It stands to reason, then, that he doesn't immediately grasp what he's seeing when he steps into the bedroom. When the sight before him really sinks in, Mo Ran is swept by a wave of vertigo as all the blood in his body tries to collect in one, suddenly very hard part of his body.
Chu Wanning is sitting at the edge of the bed. He has a white robe draped around him, but it's clearly too large to be Chu Wanning's. The stoic man's face is a dark shade of pink, spreading from his cheeks and outwards to his ears. His mouth is turned down at the corners and his hands, mostly covered by over-long sleeves, are clasped together in his lap, keeping the robe closed as best as he can. He gives Mo Ran a resentful stare, which Mo Ran nearly misses because at that exact moment he catches sight of pale smooth thighs, clearly naked under the oversized robe. Has Mo Ran been thrust into some kind of illusory realm?
"..." Chu Wanning seems to struggle with the prospect of saying what he means to say. Mo Ran meanwhile tries not to have a meltdown at how much he wants to lick that white patch of skin.
"Wanning…" Mo Ran utters, awe undeniable in his tone as he approaches the bed. Chu Wanning finally breaks eye contact and looks down. When Mo Ran gets close enough, he sees that Chu Wanning is trembling faintly, though whether it's because he's cold or for self restraint is unclear. Mo Ran kneels before him, hands reaching slowly for him. Chu Wanning doesn't move out of the way when Mo Ran puts his hands on his knees, gently pushing the fabric of the robe aside until it falls away, revealing just how naked Chu Wanning is under what Mo Ran now recognizes as his own outer robe.
Chu Wanning so rarely initiates anything related to bedroom activities, and Mo Ran is completely smitten with how carefully controlled this man is even in his desire. His eyes focus between Chu Wanning's legs as he coaxes his knees apart, feeling a pang in his chest when he sees Chu Wanning's arousal standing proud and honest between his legs in defiance of Chu Wanning's unhappy expression. Mo Ran can't help himself and leans forward to press a chaste kiss to that hard organ. Chu Wanning's entire body seizes.
"You're so cute down here," Mo Ran tells him, lips trailing along the head of Chu Wanning's attractive cock. "Makes me want to eat you up," he admits, parting his lips to take him in his mouth on the next beat. Chu Wanning lets out a low, breathy sound. What on earth has made Chu Wanning do this?
"Mo… Mo Ran," Chu Wanning utters as Mo Ran slides down along the shaft, sucking him into his mouth with no reservation. A hand rests lightly on his head, fingers threading into his hair. When he glances up at him, Mo Ran sees him biting his lower lip, brows knitted close. "Ah… g...gege…"
For a hot burning moment Mo Ran's sight clouds over as he puts his entire focus on not coming in his pants right in that instant. He pulls back from Chu Wanning's cock, letting it slip from between his lips as his breath goes ragged. He's grabbing onto Chu Wanning's thighs too hard, it'll probably bruise. Holding onto his self control is a struggle that he almost loses, but after a long moment, he's able to look up into Chu Wanning's face without the imminent danger of orgasm.
"What did you just say?" He asks, voice rasping out unevenly.
"..." Chu Wanning's gaze could be called a glare, if it weren't accompanied by a flush and a sheen to his skin. His fingers twitch on Mo Ran's head. "You asked me to-" he bites off the rest of the sentence when Mo Ran dives in again to suck him into his mouth. A surprised little moan leaves him before he can rein it in.
"Say it again?" Mo Ran asks when he next surfaces for air. He unfastens his own clothes haphazardly, not caring in what state they find the floor. Chu Wanning stares at him still, needy and resentful.
"Not if that's how you're going to-" Chu Wanning starts saying, but again his words are cut off when Mo Ran launches onto the bed, effectively tackling him back onto the soft surface. Chu Wanning wraps his legs around Mo Ran's waist and his arms around his shoulders as if it's the most natural thing for him to do, even as his eyes communicate impatience and embarrassed affront.
"Please? It'll make gege really happy," Mo Ran pushes, but he leans down to kiss Chu Wanning next, not letting him actually speak. His tongue slides between those sweet lips, tasting their dinner and the sweets Mo Ran had given him for dessert. He grinds down between Chu Wanning's legs, not even aiming to go inside. Gleeful joy washes through him at how Chu Wanning melts under the treatment, his body as easy to read as ever.
When he breaks the kiss, Chu Wanning's mask of stoic reservation has all but fallen away. His eyes are wide and his lips are shiny. His mouth hangs a little open and his hips roll to meet Mo Ran's on every downwards stroke. He still stubbornly doesn't repeat what he'd said before.
Instead, when he finally thinks of speaking, Chu Wanning only says, "Please… Mo Ran… Inside…"
That's when An Excellent Idea presents itself to Mo Ran.
Very deliberately, he slows the grinding motion between them.
"No." His mouth stretches into a wide smile. If he could see himself, he might have called it cruel. "Beg for it, call me gege."
"You—!" Chu Wanning exclaims, scandalized. His hands withdraw from Mo Ran's body and rise to cover his face.
"It's just the two of us here, Shizun, no one will ever know," Mo Ran returns to his earlier arguments. He noses at Chu Wanning's wrist gently. Despite his loving treatment, he continues to hold back. He has to admit part of the thrill here is in Chu Wanning's flustered reactions.
"I'm older than you!" Chu Wanning retorts behind his hands, refusing to remove them from his face. "What's gotten into you? Can't you just… like normal?"
It takes some effort not to give an amused huff against Chu Wanning's face. That he can't even say anything dirty or indeed ask clearly for what he wants endears him to Mo Ran all the more. He lowers himself a little, kissing Chu Wanning's clavicle, nudging the fabric of his over-big robe in the process.
"I'll do anything Wanning asks," Mo Ran whispers against the damp skin. He takes one of Chu Wanning's wrists and urges him to lower his hand from his face. Chu Wanning lets him move him, and Mo Ran brings that hand down below to press the delicate palm to his own hot arousal. Chu Wanning's fingers slide against Mo Ran's skin and his face grows impossibly redder, but he doesn't remove his hand when Mo Ran lets go of him.
"Just try to say it now, see what you do to me," Mo Ran coaxes, gentle but unrelenting. Chu Wanning breathes out his frustration, but eventually seems to deflate. He moves the other hand from his own face, lowers it and balls it into a fist on the bed beside his body.
Mo Ran pulls back just a little so he can look at his face. He takes in his sharp eyebrows, currently furrowed in concentration, his phoenix eyes, dark with need and a little red in the corners with unshed tears, and his reddened lips, shiny and wet, silently begging to be kissed.
"Mo Ran… gege," Chu Wanning forces out, his voice hitching at the way Mo Ran's cock fills and hardens further in his hand. That hand wraps around his girth, the calluses on those elegant fingers catching, making Mo Ran hiss out a breath. Chu Wanning lowers his lashes then, contemplative, and without looking back at him, he continues to speak, and Mo Ran thinks this is most definitely the illusory realm.
"Gege," Chu Wanning says, and he sounds breathless with it. "Your… You… so hard…" his speech is stunted, clearly too embarrassed to let his words flow, but every word is like a piercing, red hot brand imprinting into Mo Ran's chest, scorching him through with feral desire. "Need you to-" Chu Wanning cuts himself off, his fingers squeezing faintly. "Need it, gege… Please give it to me…"
That's all Chu Wanning manages to say before Mo Ran presses their lips together, sealing all of his need, his love, everything he has into that contact. Chu Wanning wraps his free hand around Mo Ran's shoulders again and holds him close as they kiss.
"It's yours," Mo Ran says into Chu Wanning's mouth, taking his lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it lightly. "It's all yours. I'm all yours," he tells him, like a mantra he can't help but repeat endlessly.
He rolls them around, moves until he has his back propped up against the headboard of the bed with Chu Wanning in his lap. His robe hasn't fallen off his lover's shoulders, dragging instead to drape over them as their cocks press tightly together. Chu Wanning, now on his knees, rubs against him with sharp and quick motion, until Mo Ran is forced to grab his hips and press him down to stop his movements lest he finishes too soon.
"Wanning…" he murmurs against Chu Wanning's neck, mad with a possessive streak at seeing him in his own clothes.
He reaches blindly for their bedside table and retrieves the jar of oil they keep there. Fingers sufficiently wet, he winds his arm around Chu Wanning's waist under the fabric. His hand dips down between soft round cheeks, his fingers trailing the sensitive skin there, and he presses lightly against Chu Wanning's hole when he reaches it. The way it clenches momentarily before letting him in almost shyly makes Mo Ran lightheaded. Chu Wanning's body is warm inside and out, his velvet soft insides cling to Mo Ran's fingers as if not wanting to let him leave just yet. Mo Ran presses deeper inside, driving a sigh from his lover.
"You're so warm inside… Always so tight," he praises, kissing up his neck to his ear. "Gege will take good care of you," he promises.
Chu Wanning meanwhile has his arms around Mo Ran's shoulders. He balances his weight with ease, though his thighs tremble with every press inside him. He's already so sensitive, the teasing touches pushing him closer to the peak, little desperate sounds fall from his lips unbidden. Mo Ran doesn't give him enough pressure where he needs it, doesn't let him reach completion. When Chu Wanning tries to rub up against him, Mo Ran steadies his hips with his free hand, not letting him move, making a choked sound fall from him in the process.
After a short eternity, Mo Ran pulls his fingers free. His other hand pushes Chu Wanning higher as he uses the first to direct himself inside. The color high in Chu Wanning's cheeks is addictive, making Mo Ran want to devour him whole. He grows almost painfully hard as he starts sinking into his lover, wet heat enveloping him, welcoming him inside. The air trapped in his lungs bursts out when Chu Wanning presses down harder, taking him all the way in one go. A low cry falls from Chu Wanning in answer. His fingers grasp tightly onto Mo Ran's shoulders.
For a moment they are both still. Chu Wanning clenches around him, his lips hanging open as he shifts his hips, chasing that bright sensation. Mo Ran stares at him, awed with the strength thrumming in his lover's body.
"So beautiful," Mo Ran says in a hushed whisper. He flexes his fingers on Chu Wanning's ass, feels the muscles bunching under his grasp, the desperation in the way he can't quite stay still, impaled as he is on Mo Ran's hard cock. Chu Wanning pulls himself up a little, dragging along Mo Ran's cock before sinking down again. He repeats the motion, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. Mo Ran wants to say more, but Chu Wanning's lips move, and he falls silent, wondering what his lover might want to say. It takes a moment for words to form.
"Feels… Feels good…" Chu Wanning's voice wobbles as he speaks, whether from sheer pleasure or embarrassment is not immediately evident. He doesn't stop moving, keeping a rhythm only he and Mo Ran are privy to. "G…" He bites his lower lip as if to try and hold back his words, but it slips free the next moment and he continues talking. "Gege's… Gege's-" A cry leaves him when Mo Ran's hands grasp his hips and push him down harder onto his cock, his own hips pitching up to bury himself deeper, faster, into his lover's body.
"Gege's what?" Mo Ran asks him even as he continues to move, making Chu Wanning bounce in his lap as he drives into him with each return.
"Ah-! Gege's c-cock… so big…" Chu Wanning all but rambles, breath hitching on every thrust. "So hot… inside…"
The desperation heavy in Chu Wanning's words makes Mo Ran even dizzier with need. It drives him wild with unmitigated lust. To be called gege like that, to get such uninhibited praise from his shy lover, still clad in Mo Ran's clothes, belonging to him in all the ways that matter. He has no hope of lasting with these thoughts spiraling in his mind.
"Oh, Wanning…" he groans against his chest before leaning in closer. "Gege's going to…" His teeth latch onto a patch of exposed skin at the point Chu Wanning's shoulder and neck meet. He's teetering on the edge even as he continues moving.
"Going to fill you up, make you mine. I'll keep you full until you can't take it anymore and then I'll clean you out with my tongue," he promises in a voice shot with desire and feral need, each thrust now an erratic, frantic pursuit of pleasure and completion. Chu Wanning's entire body goes rigid before finally releasing, pressing down into each pulsing wave of pleasure, spilling hotly between them, making Mo Ran's sight white out as he wonders if it was what he'd said that had tipped him over.
Mo Ran's heart is still racing in chest as he's coming down from his orgasmic bliss when Chu Wanning's fingers dig into his shoulder blades. Mo Ran only then comes to realize that his shoulder is wet with what he can only assume are Chu Wanning's tears. He cants his hips, still somewhat hard inside his lover's warm body's embrace, and turns so he can look into Chu Wanning's face.
"You want that, Wanning? My mouth on you? Licking out what I just put inside you?" He noses against Chu Wanning's hot cheek, feeling fingernails scraping his shoulders.
"Mo Ran…"
"You did so well, calling me gege and riding my cock like that. Almost makes me want to keep fucking you, but I did promise, didn't I?" He lets his tone go low and dark, feels Chu Wanning quake in his lap. When he looks at his face again, Chu Wanning is flushed so deep it's a wonder he's not swaying in Mo Ran's embrace.
"Although," Mo Ran says then, going for a conversational tone even as he gives a slight thrust that elicits a mewl from Chu Wanning. "I mean, I can always do that after, right?" He reaches down and squeezes Chu Wanning's buttocks with both his hands. "What does Shizun say? Would that count as keeping my promise? Hmm?"
"Don't… Don't call me that right now," Chu Wanning pants, clearly feeling how Mo Ran's growing harder again inside him. He clenches around him again, making Mo Ran's hips jerk lightly. "Always saying these shameless- Ah!"
Mo Ran takes that opportunity to shift their position again, pushing Chu Wanning back onto the bed and bracing himself above him, still buried in him to the hilt.
"Say what you mean," Mo Ran says, aiming for his smooth, commanding tone, but it comes out more indulgent, almost pleading in a way. Chu Wanning stares up at him, his expression verging on sullen as he grips Mo Ran's biceps.
"As long as… ah… gege does as he promised," Chu Wanning bites out. Mo Ran rewards him by pulling out almost entirely and then slamming right back home, jostling him on the bed. The sound that falls from Chu Wanning at that is like music to his ears. "Ah… yes…"
"Yeah?" Mo Ran asks, infatuation and lust dripping in his voice. "You want gege to continue fucking you? Make you see stars? Fill you up with more cum?"
"Mo Ran-!" Tears are streaming down Chu Wanning's face, the words too humiliating for him to bear, but he keeps clinging to Mo Ran, pressing down against him to try and get him to move. "Please…!"
"Please what?" Mo Ran asks, because Chu Wanning is crying, and he can't get enough of him looking like this. He wants to hear him ask for it.
"Ah… You awful brat…" Chu Wanning complains without heat. "Yes... keep going, go harder, deeper, I'll call you whatever you want as long as you don't stop!"
Mo Ran bites his shoulder then, harder than he intends to. Chu Wanning cries out but Mo Ran doesn't let up and resumes motion, following his lover's request to the letter. He hooks his elbows under Chu Wanning's knees and pushes them up, giving himself better access, and fucks him hard.
When the immediate need has been satiated, Mo Ran turns to fulfill his promise. He's slow about disentangling from Chu Wanning's body, kisses him deeply before finally sliding down his body to put his attention solely on Chu Wanning's well-used hole. He holds Chu Wanning's thighs parted, lovingly licking him clean, driving him relentlessly into a third, tired orgasm.
Once done, Mo Ran turns his attention to cleanup. He wipes Chu Wanning's chest and stomach with a wet washcloth. He laves gentle attention on his spent cock and balls, and then wipes down between his ass-cheeks. When he's sure his lover is clean, he makes quick work of cleaning himself and promptly plops down beside him, arms wrapping around him. He pulls his robes closed over Chu Wanning's form and then grabs the blanket to cover them both. Chu Wanning watches him the whole time, saying nothing, and he wraps his arm around Mo Ran when he's able to.
"Wanning," Mo Ran breathes along his lover's cheek. "You're so good to me."
Chu Wanning's face manages to flush once more. He buries his nose against Mo Ran's neck, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"It… was not difficult to do," he tells Mo Ran, even though they both know that's hardly the case.
"Was it good?" Mo Ran pushes gently, letting one hand stroke along Chu Wanning's back.
"Adequate." Is all Chu Wanning manages to say after a long drawn pause. Still, after all this time together, he has a hard time being honest outside of when they have sex. Mo Ran nuzzles into his soft black hair.
"Only the highest praise from Shizun," he teases, trailing his lips along the shell of Chu Wanning's ear. "Thank you."
"Mm," Chu Wanning responds, his arm tightening around Mo Ran to keep him close. They drift off for a while after this, immersed in their own world.