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Chu Wanning’s eyebrows twitched as he stared at the offensive icon on his phone. “What is the meaning of this?”
Xue Zhengyong wasn’t the least bit intimidated by Chu Wanning’s obvious anger. He even laughed! “Chu Wanning, don’t be like that! We go way back and I hate seeing you so alone all the time. Maybe this will be a good way for you to meet new people!”
With a sigh, Chu Wanning placed his phone on his desk. “Is there anything actually job-related that you wanted to speak to me about?”
“Nope! You're the Vice President of the company, why would I heap more work on you?” Xue Zhengyong chuckled. “I downloaded the app but it’s up to you to fill in your information. Please, take the chance?”
“If I agree to this, will you quit pestering me about finding a husband?” Chu Wanning asked him, raising a brow. Xue Zhengyong may be the owner and CEO of Sisheng Corp, where Chu Wanning works, but the two of them were always close enough that there was no need to hold back with one another.
“Of course!” Xue Zhengyong told him, still grinning. “Though if the app doesn’t pan out, there’s still my offer of setting you up on a blind date with my nephew!”
Again with the nephew! Xue Zhengyong wasn't a subtle man by any means of the word and all but had Chu Wanning’s marriage with his nephew arranged already. It was silly, and a bit embarrassing. Sometimes Chu Wanning wanted to ask him if he realized that while he may be biased due to his friendship with Chu Wanning, he doubted Xue Zhengyong’s much younger nephew would be interested in a boring old man.
“I’m not dating your nephew,” Chu Wanning told him, standing up and beginning to push the other man toward the door. “It would be inappropriate.”
“But he’s handsome and makes good money!” Xue Zhengyong pressed, undeterred.
“Goodbye,” Chu Wanning gave him one final shove before closing the door in his only friend’s face. He took a deep breath and walked back to his desk.
He begrudgingly opened up the app and began filling out his information. There was a limited amount of space on his bio so by the time he’d finished listing his hobbies, he was nearly out of room. He hadn’t even mentioned his career yet!
In a flash of brilliance, he realized he could just shorten up his field to an acronym. Shisheng Corp was a cover-all for Business Development, Sales, and Marketing and it turned out he had just enough room to add “I work in the BDSM industry.”
After his information step, the app required he upload photos, which Chu Wanning knew would deter his potential suitors. It was better that way, that they see his ugliness online and never interact than for Chu Wanning to deal with the countless stares he endures day to day.
He chose some pictures that Xue Zhengyong had taken of him and posted them. He never took pictures of himself so this was all he had to work with.
After completing his profile he got back to work, laying his phone face-down. He knew better than to expect anything. No one would want someone as old, ugly, and mean as him.
Chu Wanning had just tossed his keys onto his cluttered counter when he heard an unfamiliar notification noise from his phone.
“You have an admirer!”
Chu Wanning scoffed but pulled up the linked profile anyway. His breath caught in his lungs. The man, named Mo Ran, was… handsome, though the word hardly did him justice. He was roughly ten years younger than Chu Wanning, with a sharp jawline and smooth honey toned skin. Chu Wanning pulled up his photos to find a gratuitous amount of pictures taken at the gym, all shirtless. The man was clearly lacking in nothing.
Perhaps it was a mis-click? Regardless, Chu Wanning pressed the heart button on the man’s profile and went about his business of getting ready for bed.
Mo Ran… why did that name seem familiar?
After his shower he checked his phone to find a message notification from the app.
Mo Ran: hey there! 😍
Chu Wanning stared at his phone, startled. That was quick? He hadn’t actually expected a response so soon… or at all for that matter. He typed a reply, then deleted it. He typed another, then deleted that one as well. After what felt like five minutes of typing a reply and deeming it unworthy, he finally settled on what seemed to be a decent reply and sent it.
Chu Wanning: Hello. How are you?
Mo Ran: fine now that im talking to u 😍
Chu Wanning’s brows twitched as his lips curved downward into a confused frown. How did speaking with him make Mo Ran’s day better? All he said was hello!?
Chu Wanning: We have hardly spoken. I couldn’t have possibly made your day better.
Mo Ran: dont be like that~ btw i saw in your bio that you work in the bdsm industry. im a bit of a bdsm enthusiast myself 😏
Chu Wanning: I’ve worked in the industry for ten years now.
Mo Ran: how about we meet up to discuss it in person? 🍆💦
Chu Wanning was confused. What did the eggplant and water droplets mean? Did Mo Ran want dinner? Dating was already proving to be confusing but Chu Wanning was determined not to embarrass himself.
After looking through his emoji keyboard, he settled on a peach emoji. The restaurant that came to mind served his favorite wine, Peach Blossom White. It would be a subtle hint!
Chu Wanning: Of course. I’ll handle the reservation. 🍑✨
Chu Wanning smiled triumphantly to himself. He could use emojis! This wasn’t so bad! Sure, Mo Ran would surely lose any romantic interest after seeing him in person but perhaps he could make a friend out of it. Mo Ran was an enthusiast in his field so he had to be a good conversationalist on the matter.
It turned out, Mo Ran was just as busy of a man as he was and their date had to be scheduled a week and a half away. In the meantime, they exchanged messages on the app. Mo Ran would shamelessly insist that Chu Wanning must be the most beautiful and gentle man in the world while Chu Wanning awkwardly avoided responding to such bold statements. Mo Ran didn’t know him well enough for that!
Instead, they spoke often of things like literature, wine, local restaurants, and they even once had a particularly bizarre conversation about questionable pet care. Mo Ran was an… eccentric young man. With how he’d spoken of playing around with and teasing shy kittens, if Chu Wanning hadn’t known better he would’ve thought he was speaking of humans instead.
He’d asked Chu Wanning about his opinions and Chu Wanning had given him a vague response about collaring them to make it clear they had an owner and that treating pets well while also maintaining discipline ensured they’d be obedient and kind to their master. Mo Ran had responded with two simple words. “Fuck, Wanning…”
Chu Wanning was still confused by that response and it had been a solid week since then. Were his opinions on pets really so controversial!?
Xue Zhengyong was delighted that Chu Wanning had actually used the app and even more delighted at the news about the date. He actually left Chu Wanning alone! To work! Had he known this would impact his productivity so positively, he would’ve given into his friend’s demands much sooner.
Chu Wanning was early, embarrassingly so, and stood waiting outside the restaurant texting his secretary, Shi Mei, about the importance of keeping his schedule cleared for the day. He was actually excited to meet Mo Ran in person, though he knew that the younger man would lose interest quite quickly. If he could look at him just once…
“I’ve been looking at you for so long now, aren’t you going to pay attention to me?” a smooth, deep voice spoke up.
Chu Wanning nearly dropped his phone but quickly gained his composure and looked… up. Oh.. Mo Ran was taller than his pictures indicated. Much taller. And handsome. The man was beautiful in pictures, in person he was breathtaking. The pictures didn’t give justice to the way the sunlight glinted against his honey-toned skin or the prominent dimples on his cheeks when he smiled.
Mo Ran’s smile morphed into a smirk, his dimples growing more prominent, as he tilted his head. “You don’t look happy to see me.”
“I am,” Chu Wanning said quietly, his face heating.
“Well, then I’m happy to see you too. You’re even more beautiful in person,” Mo Ran told him, reaching out to grab Chu Wanning’s hand. He brought it up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of it. “I hope you don’t mind that I watched you for a while before speaking up.”
Chu Wanning snatched his hand away, desperate to hide how flustered he actually felt. “Come. We’ll lose our table if we’re late.”
Mo Ran chose that moment to look at the building behind him. “A restaurant reservation?”
“Where else would I have booked a reservation?” Chu Wanning asked, his voice much sharper than he intended, as always.
The younger man didn’t seem to mind his harsh tone, and had a strange glint in his eyes that reminded Chu Wanning of a predatory wolf about to pounce on its prey. It was a strange reaction to being snapped at.
“Lead the way then, Wanning,” Mo Ran said, his predatory eyes never leaving Chu Wanning’s face.
“Peach Blossom White, I mentioned to you it’s my favorite. I hope you enjoy it,” Chu Wanning told Mo Ran after telling the waiter to leave the bottle at their table along with their dessert.
Their date had gone well, both of them mostly conversing about the food and their respective careers. Chu Wanning was careful not to mention where he worked. He’d googled online dating safety tips and that was one of them, after all.
Mo Ran eyed him. “Aren’t you going to pour me a glass?”
Chu Wanning, upset at himself for his own blunder, quickly poured for the both of them.
“Mn. Good,” Mo Ran commented, his lips curling upwards. “Very good.”
Chu Wanning frowned. “You haven’t tasted it yet.”
Mo Ran laughed then, as if there was a joke that Chu Wanning wasn’t privy to. “There are some things I don’t need to have tasted to know it’s going to be delicious.”
The older man’s mouth went dry as he watched the way Mo Ran’s Adam's apple bobbed while he swallowed the wine.
“This wine is just one of those things. It’s good. Sweet. Suits my tastes,” Mo Ran appraised, glancing in Chu Wanning’s direction meaningfully. “Speaking of tastes. I’m a straightforward man. I will go ahead and ask.”
“I could tell from the beginning that Mo Ran is a straightforward and accomplished gentleman,” Chu Wanning responded. “You may ask what you wish.”
“Alright. Are you a dom or a sub?”
Chu Wanning blinked once, twice, and sat down his glass of wine. “You mean… the sandwich?”
There was a tense silence.
Mo Ran’s face worked through several different emotions before Chu Wanning’s eyes. Amusement, confusion, then finally, understanding. “Wanning… What does BDSM mean?”
“Business Development... Sales... and Marketing...” Chu Wanning had started his answer confidently and quickly began to lose momentum as the amusement on Mo Ran’s face grew with every word. “I don’t understand what’s so funny!” he snapped, embarrassed at being the brunt of a joke he didn’t understand.
“We’ve had a misunderstanding,” Mo Ran told him, his eyes somehow growing more predatory. “However, I don’t see how a man your age could be so innocent. Interesting.”
“I’m leaving,” Chu Wanning stated, confused and hurt by being made fun of. He stood up to go but Mo Ran’s voice was low and held such raw command as he spoke two words.
“Sit. Down."
Chu Wanning sat down but stared resolutely at the table. The predatory glint was sharper than before as Mo Ran leaned back in his seat and took another slow sip of his wine.
“You’re not being very good for me right now, which is disappointing considering how well behaved you were before. You won’t even let me finish-”
“Stop making fun of me and speaking to me like I’m a child!” Chu Wanning hissed, looking up to meet his gaze from across the table. “I’m the Vice President of my company-”
“I’m not making fun of you,” Mo Ran cut him off, his tone serious and his eyes losing that glint. He seemed sincere and Chu Wanning let his anger cool down somewhat.
“Then what do you have to say?”
“When I spoke of BDSM, I was speaking of the practices of Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, and Sadism and Masochism. When you said you were a professional…”
Chu Wanning suddenly couldn’t meet his eyes. He was also glad their table was ducked off in a secluded corner where there was no chance of someone overhearing the shameless and indecent conversation taking place. “I… didn’t know there was a… profession for that sort of thing.”
“Don’t you watch porn?” Mo Ran asked.
When he was met with silence, Mo Ran tried again.
“Ever had a boyfriend? A girlfriend?”
“A date?”
“A kiss?”
All his questions were met with embarrassed silence.
“Wanning…”
“If you’re done,” Chu Wanning spoke up, struggling to keep his tone even. “I’ll be going. I won’t waste your time. I’m not… I mean… You should find someone that suits your tastes.” He stood to leave again.
“Sit down,” Mo Ran said again, this time gentler. Chu Wanning found himself obeying before giving it any thought. “You suit my tastes perfectly.”
“I don’t know…” Chu Wanning trailed off, intimidated by the amount of things he didn’t know. His eyes were growing red in the corners, feeling hot from unshed tears. This was humiliating.
“If you stop trying to run from me, I can teach you,” Mo Ran chuckled. “You’re like a hissing kitten right now.”
“Teach me?” Chu Wanning asked him, meeting his gaze despite the heat spreading from the top of his head down below the collar of his shirt. “What makes you think I want to know?”
Mo Ran smiled and the predatory look in his eyes was back. “Let me pay our bill and we can go somewhere I can give you a more practical demonstration.”
Roughly three minutes later Chu Wanning was fuming as he walked home at a brisk pace. How shameless! Mo Ran just… just propositioning him like that!!! In public!!! As a joke!!!??? On the first day they met!!!
His phone buzzed with a text message and he paused to look at it, regretting it instantly.
Mo Ran: feisty little kitten... when you get curious you know how to reach me.
Chu Wanning: Shameless. I won’t.
It had been a week since the incident. Chu Wanning had furiously deleted his app and blocked Mo Ran on WeChat. He was not going to be the brunt of someone’s joke. He wasn’t that desperate.
But still… it had been a week. Perhaps Mo Ran was right about his curiosity. What was the western expression? Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back?
Perhaps he’d kill his pride but the satisfaction he would receive in turn under experienced hands… no. No. No.
No.
He wasn’t going to think about that.
“Vice President Chu? I have some documents that need your signature,” Shi Mei broke him out of his thoughts, causing Chu Wanning to realize he’d chewed the end of his pen beyond recognition.
“Sit them on my desk,” Chu Wanning responded, distracted. “Shi Mei?”
“Yes, Vice President?”
“I’m working on a research project tonight. Any calls I receive can wait until tomorrow.”
“Is it something I can assist you with, sir?” Shi Mei asked, always eager to help.
“No,” Chu Wanning said too quickly. He cleared his throat. “It’s personal research, not company related.”
The research project in question was entirely on BDSM. Chu Wanning had looked the term up on Baidu and blushed at the content that pulled up. Seeing the amount of women, he refined his search to men. He read them out loud to himself, the disbelief coloring his voice.
“‘Baby gets spanked by his daddy for misbehaving?’” Chu wanning scoffed. “That man is clearly not his father.”
He scrolled down, the titles of the videos growing more and more outrageous, until a familiar physique catches his eye. Is that… no. It couldn’t be.
Chu Wanning clicked the link and sure enough, Mo Ran’s much younger face was on his screen, accompanied by another man. The man was soft and feminine looking. Much prettier than Chu Wanning could ever hope to be.
“‘Mo Weiyu fucks Rong Jiu until he cries” he muttered out loud. “Shameless.”
Despite his harsh reaction, he pressed play on the video.
Mo Ran was slimmer back then, his muscles not quite as bulky, his height not as intimidating. He was still the most handsome man Chu Wanning had ever seen.
The video was low quality but the audio was loud enough that Chu Wanning could hear the squelching noise as Mo Ran fucked into Rong Jiu with vicious beast-like abandon. He had Rong Jiu facing the camera, his ass in the air while Mo Ran pinned his neck down with his hands. It looked lewd and uncomfortable but Rong Jiu gasped as he was manhandled, as if being degraded in such a way brought pleasure. True to the title, Rong Jiu cried and wailed while Mo Ran didn’t let up his vicious assault.
Over Rong Jiu’s incessant wailing, that Chu Wanning wished he could not listen to at all, was Mo Ran’s words. “You like that, slut? You’ll take any cock up that slutty hole of yours won’t you?”
Chu Wanning felt himself stir and quickly closed his laptop.
None. No more. That wasn’t… his curiosity was sated. BDSM? It looked like regular sex to him, albeit a bit rough. Nothing to concern himself with.
On that thought, he took a cold shower and went to bed.
A week later, Chu Wanning found himself waking up aroused from dreaming of Mo Ran’s hands on him, one hand on his hip while the other was on his throat, holding him down in the same position as he’d held Rong Jiu while he fucked Chu Wanning with abandon.
This had become a regular occurrence and Chu Wanning felt like he was losing his mind. Maybe he should give in to the urge and pleasure himself? Most people did so, after all. Maybe it was the best way to deal with this.
He flushed with a mix of shame and desire as he pulled a pillow under himself and ground down onto it, desperate for friction… there. It felt good, as if he was scratching an itch. He ground down again, biting his lip to muffle the noise he made, despite being alone in his spacious apartment.
This went on for several minutes, him shamefully thinking of his dream of being fucked by Mo Ran while desperately grinding his pillow into his mattress, aching for release. None came. It wasn’t enough.
He felt frustrated tears sting his eyes as he grabbed his phone from his end table with shaking hands.
Mo Ran picked up on the first ring. Chu Wanning heard soft music and chatter in the background. Was he on a date? Chu Wanning felt frustrated tears well up again. It would make sense. Mo Ran wasn’t going to wait around for Chu Wanning to make up his mind.
“Hey!” Mo Ran greeted when Chu Wanning was silent for too long. “I’m having dinner with my uncle at the moment but I’m about to leave.”
Chu Wanning heard a familiar voice in the background but he couldn’t make out who they were or what they were saying. He felt relief crash over him. It wasn’t a date. Sure, he could’ve gone on other dates but at least he wasn’t with someone right now. Then maybe he’d look at Chu Wanning, if only to scratch an itch.
“It’s my very beautiful friend, Uncle. I’ll have to get going- Yes, tell auntie to just set a date and I’ll be there. Bye! ” Mo Ran said to the person he was with. Chu Wanning realized with some embarrassment he still hadn’t spoken. “Did you think about what I told you, baobei?” Mo Ran asked after several seconds. Chu Wanning could hear a door opening and the sounds of the restaurant became muffled.
“Mo Ran,” he managed to get out. “I can’t- I tried-” he felt frustrated tears spill over. “It’s not working.”
“Shh, calm down. I’m here,” Mo Ran soothed. Chu Wanning heard a car door open and close. “Do you want to talk to me on the phone or do you want me to come to you?”
“I don’t think you’d like me this way,” Chu Wanning admitted. Pathetic. Desperate.
“I’d like you no matter what,” Mo Ran assured. Chu Wanning was certain he probably told every one of his conquests sweet things like that but he still felt the words settle in his lower stomach, a soft warmth.
“Really?”
“Really. Can I come over? I’ll help you figure it out,” Mo Ran offered again. There was a tense pause and Mo Ran seemed to read his hesitation even over the phone. “It doesn’t have to mean anything and I don’t expect sex. Just let me help you, alright? If you don’t like it, I’ll leave.”
Chu Wanning broke the number one rule of online dating safety and gave Mo Ran his address.
By the time Mo Ran had shown up, Chu Wanning had thrown his unfortunate pillow in the laundry room and had panicked about the mess in his apartment and moved around to make a desperate attempt at cleaning it up. It wasn’t much but Mo Ran could at least walk without falling on anything dangerous.
Mo Ran didn’t seem to mind the apartment as Chu Wanning let him in, though Chu Wanning couldn’t look him in the eye, much less gauge his expression. “Hello, Mo Ran.”
“Hello, Wanning,” Mo Ran responded, his tone surprisingly soft. “I missed you.”
“You couldn’t have missed me,” Chu Wanning huffed, glaring at the wall to Mo Ran’s left. He flinched in surprise when Mo Ran’s fingers cupped his chin and forced him to meet Mo Ran’s eyes.
“I missed you,” Mo Ran repeated firmly. “Now, what didn’t work?”
“I… had a dream,” Chu Wanning muttered, looking away. Mo Ran gently but firmly pulled his gaze back to his. “And I couldn’t… fix my problem.”
“You couldn’t come?” Mo Ran clarified.
“Don’t say that!”
“You couldn’t orgasm? You couldn’t ejaculate? You couldn’t get off?” Mo Ran supplied as alternatives without missing a beat. Chu Wanning was mortified and wrenched out of his hold.
He turned his back to Mo Ran and crossed his arms, hugging them tight to his body. “If you’re going to tease me you can just leave,” he stated coldly.
“I’m not teasing,” Mo Ran soothed. “Hey, where’s the bedroom?”
Mo Ran guided Chu Wanning to take a seat on the bed before sitting down in front of him. “Alright so what did you do before?”
Chu Wanning blushed. “I don’t think I did it right.”
“Then we’ll start from scratch,” Mo Ran assured him. “May I kiss you?”
Chu Wanning recoiled. “Why- Why do we have to kiss!?”
“Foreplay helps. You can’t just beat your dick-”
“Shameless!”
“You can’t! You have to have something,” Mo Ran laughed, unphased by Chu Wanning’s rude attitude. “I’ll be gentle. It’ll be your first kiss right?”
Chu Wanning nodded after a long moment and Mo Ran cupped his cheek with a large hand. “Relax, baobei. I’m going to make you feel good.”
The words shifted something inside Chu Wanning and he melted the instant Mo Ran’s lips touched his. True to his words, it was a gentle and chaste kiss. It wasn’t enough. “Mo Ran,” he murmured against his lips. “You can kiss me how you want to. You don’t have to be gentle with me.” Chu Wanning didn’t deserve such tenderness. That was for pretty boys like Shi Mei and Rong Jiu. However, there was also a primal part of him that wanted the treatment he’d seen in that video. Mo Ran hadn’t kissed Rong Jiu but if he had, it would’ve been demanding enough to match the way he fucks.
Mo Ran didn’t have to be told twice. The next kiss was rough and possessive. Chu Wanning hadn’t expected such a strong reaction and gasped, allowing Mo Ran’s tongue to force its way into his mouth. Chu Wanning didn’t know what to do except cling to Mo Ran’s neck and take the assault, whimpering at the way Mo Ran’s tongue seemed to fuck into his mouth.
A wandering hand groped at his groin through his pants and Chu Wanning whimpered. Mo Ran pulled away from the kiss, smirking as he palmed Chu Wanning through his pants. “You’re so hard, baobei. Did I make you feel good?” His lips were red and swollen, slick with both their saliva. Chu Wanning doubted his own were in a much better state. The thought made his blood run white-hot. He wanted more. More. More. Everything.
Chu Wanning nodded, his mind had been turned to mush and all he could remember now was that he wanted to please the man in front of him. As much as he could. Without thinking, he spread his legs to give Mo Ran better access.
Mo Ran noticed this and swore under his breath. Chu Wanning was being kissed again, pushed against the mattress. He bucked up into Mo Ran’s hand with single-minded albeit clumsy desperation. This seemed to remind Mo Ran of what he was here for and he pulled back, his breathing ragged. “Baobei, it’s almost like you’re trying to distract me,” Mo Ran teased.
Chu Wanning was no longer capable of responding. He just whined, needy and wanting, as he continued to buck against Mo Ran’s hand.
“Wanning, I’m going to take your shorts off. Is that fine?” Mo Ran asked him. Chu Wanning whined and Mo Ran chuckled. “I need a yes or no. Out loud.”
“Do what you want,” Chu Wanning told him, too far gone to care about his thin face. “Yes. Yes. Just- Just touch me!”
“I’m supposed to teach you how to touch you,” Mo Ran reminded him, the amusement clear in his voice. “You should also be careful about telling me to do what I want. If you knew the things I’d do to you-”
“Do them,” Chu Wanning interrupted, mustering the courage to make eye contact with him. “I’ll let you.”
Mo Ran’s eyes turned dark and hungry as he pulled Chu Wanning’s shorts and underwear down in one go. His cock sprung free, leaking onto his stomach. Mo Ran eyed the wet patch on Chu Wanning’s underwear. “You’re so wet for me already,” he observed leaning down to lick Chu Wanning’s leaking slit, causing the smaller man to buck upwards. The motion was stopped by strong hands on his waist. “Such a pretty, eager little slut. How did I get so lucky?” Mo Ran continued, his breath cooling the pre-cum already collected at Chu Wanning’s tip.
Chu Wanning had no warning aside from that before Mo Ran was swallowing him down. He cried out, gripping onto Mo Ran’s hair and tugging upwards. “You don’t- Ah! You don’t have to! It’s dirty-”
Mo Ran pulled off with an obscene smack and locked eyes with him. The sight of the broad man between his thin pale thighs was an obscene one and Chu Wanning couldn’t find his words. What was he saying before?
“It’s not filthy. Your pretty cock tastes as sweet as it looks,” Mo Ran soothed him, the praise settling in Chu Wanning’s chest. “None of you is filthy.”
With that, he swallowed Chu Wanning down again, moaning around him when Chu Wanning hit the back of his throat. Mo Ran was skilled to an alarming degree and Chu Wanning had never been touched there, not by himself and definitely not by someone else. He was at his limit within what seemed like a few minutes. He felt himself tensing up and kept trying to last just a bit longer. His efforts were in vain and he came in Mo Ran’s mouth with a broken cry.
Mo Ran swallowed his seed before sitting up, not even wiping his mouth before he was kissing Chu Wanning again. “Wanning, that was so hot. You’re such a good boy. You did so good for me,” he whispered in his ear before kissing him there too.
“What about you?” Chu Wanning asked him.
“I’m fine,” Mo Ran told him, staring at him like he was a child who had said something particularly adorable. “This was about you.”
“Aren’t you wanting to…” he trailed off, his face heating. “Fine!” he snapped instead. “I think I misunderstood.”
Mo Ran suddenly gripped him by his waist and flipped him over. “Ass up, baby. Since you want to please me so badly.”
Chu Wanning drew in a sharp breath and hiked his ass up like he was told.
“Squeeze your thighs together. Do you have anything I can use as lube?”
Chu Wanning shook his head, dumbfounded.
Mo Ran didn’t seem phased. Chu Wanning found fingers against his mouth and one simple command from the man behind him. “Open up and suck.”
The fingers were salty and rough… masculine. Chu Wanning moaned around his fingers, sucking them with abandon, eager to please Mo Ran in any way he could.
Suddenly the fingers left, leaving a string of saliva connecting to his mouth.
He yelped as Mo Ran wiped his hands on the insides of Chu Wanning’s thighs. “What are you?”
“You’re being a good boy and pleasing me,” Mo Ran answered.
Chu Wanning felt his blush spread down his chest as he heard Mo Ran unzip his pants.
Mo Ran’s cock was long, thick, and throbbing between his legs. Against his skin, it felt scorching hot. He hadn’t really seen Mo Ran’s cock in the video because of the angle but… it was truly this big? And he just… fit it inside of people!? Chu Wanning would certainly be stretched to his limit if he were to try to take such an absolute unit. The thought both terrified and thrilled him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Mo Ran grunted, beginning to rock his hips. “Such a good boy, eager to please me. Can I keep you, baobei?”
Chu Wanning was going to answer but Mo Ran’s cock brushed against his, which was still oversensitive, so all he could get out was a whimper.
How could it be like this!? Was it always like this!? Mo Ran wasn’t even inside him and yet-
Mo Ran’s hands were on his ass, spreading him to look at his… hole!? Chu Wanning felt his cock stir in interest. Impossible! Was it supposed to do that!? He just… he just finished!?
“Such a pretty hole,” Mo Ran praised, pressing his thumb against the opening. He kept Chu Wanning still with his other hand as his body jolted at the foreign sensation. “You’re fluttering. Are you thinking about how your tight little virgin hole is going to take my cock?”
Chu Wanning was undeniably hard again and Mo Ran had to have known this because his thrusts seemed to be brushing their cocks together in a purposeful manner. Mo Ran was stil toying at his hole casually, as if it was his to explore. “Mo Ran-” he gasped out.
“Hmm?” Mo Ran hummed, pressing down slightly with his thumb. “Such a good little slut. Want me to fuck you now?”
Chu Wanning found himself nodding, dazed from pleasure. Mo Ran pressed his thumb inside, dry, and Chu Wanning’s vision white out as he came for the second time.
Everything was a blur after that. Mo Ran had said something but it felt like it was coming from far away. He lost track of time, where he was, what he was doing. He could only focus on Mo Ran’s hands on him and the soothing tones of whatever he was saying.
When he came to, Mo Ran was wiping him down with a damp cloth. “You alright, baobei?”
“Mn,” Chu Wanning hummed, still a bit confused. His shorts and shirt had been discarded and a fresh, clean pair of pajamas were on the bed next to the both of them.
“I wasn’t sure if you were going to fall asleep or come out of the sub-drop first so I found you fresh clothes.
“Sub-drop?” Chu Wanning asked, his voice hoarse. Mo Ran handed him a glass of water.
“It’s an emotional state after a scene… usually from more intense ones,” Mo Ran told him, he was watching him intently. “I’ve never had a sub do that for me so easily before.”
“I’m sorry if I disappointed you,” Chu Wanning said quietly. Usually such news would crush him but he felt… good. Light. Airy. Is this the afterglow people talk so much about?
“It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Mo Ran responded. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and I want you to be my sub if you’re willing.”
“You really don’t beat around the bush,” Chu Wanning mused, feeling an intense urge to giggle. Was this what sex would do to him!? Make him this giddy!?
“Is that a yes?” Mo Ran pressed.
“It’s a yes,” Chu Wanning confirmed.
“I would stay the night but I don’t have clothes and I have work in the morning,” Mo Ran apologized. He leaned in and gave Chu Wanning a quick kiss on the forehead. “Rest up but not before you drink all of that water.”
“My friend that made me get on the dating app said that I shouldn’t go home with the men I meet on there nor should I invite them to mine. I’ve done both now,” Chu Wanning informed Mo Ran as they rode up the elevator to Mo Ran’s high-rise apartment.
Mo Ran chuckled at that. “Would it help if I told you you’re safe with me?”
“If I didn’t feel safe I wouldn’t be here,” Chu Wanning confessed, his voice quiet. “I’m also proficient in three forms of martial arts so… you wouldn’t be much of a problem,” he added, his voice even and confident. Stating his skills was familiar territory and something he could find confidence in, at least. Unlike… whatever the hell was about to happen. Chu Wanning hadn’t quite come to terms with his loss of abstinence yet. Not that Mo Ran had touched him in such a way since then. How did people do this with multiple people!? Mo Ran had sucked him off! Chu Wanning’s penis was in this man’s mouth! Chu Wanning could barely look him in the eye!
Mo Ran didn’t seem bothered by his comment. In fact, he laughed. “You’re full of surprises, baobei.”
“So are you,” Chu Wanning responded, his voice laced with sarcasm.
“Alright, no surprises then. I’m not going to touch you today. We’re just talking. I’ll behave this time. This is new for me too. Usually I just take people I meet on the app to hotels and fuck them as hard and rough as I want before leaving. I rarely go back more than once.”
“You… do this often?” Chu Wanning asked, swallowing down the jealousy clawing at his throat. He had no right to be jealous. He’d just officially met Mo Ran that month! Weeks before! Was he so starved for the attention of another person he’d get attached so easily? Was he so pathetic and desperate he was willing to go along with whatever attention Mo Ran would give him, even if he’s not the only one? The answer was obvious. He was still here after all.
“Fuck? Yes. As for having an actual submissive that’s mine alone… only once.”
“I still don’t know what that is supposed to mean,” Chu Wanning muttered, glaring down at the floor. “Is all of this your way of telling me you are disinterested?”
“Disinterested?” Mo Ran scoffed as the elevator doors opened. Chu Wanning’s eyes snapped up to meet his gaze and they both held there for a moment, forgetting to exit the elevator. Mo Ran stepped forward and Chu Wanning stepped back until his back hit the wall of the elevator. Mo Ran placed his hands on either side of Chu Wanning’s body and leaned in, uncaring when the doors of the elevator closed behind him. “Chu Wanning, from the moment I saw you back then, I knew I wanted to fuck you until that beautiful face crumpled into tears, that I wanted to see you kneeling on my floor begging for me to let your put that pretty mouth to good use.” Chu Wanning’s knees nearly buckled but Mo Ran wrenched him up. “Now be a good boy, Wanning, and quit saying silly things.”
“Good boy!?” Chu Wanning snapped, flustered. He lightly shoved Mo Ran away from himself and adjusted his clothes, desperate to regain some dignity. “You keep saying that but I’m older than you! Shameless!”
“Of all the things I’ve said just now, calling you a good boy was the most shameless? You didn’t mind it the other night.” Mo Ran muttered, mostly to himself. “So cute.”
“...”
“Have a seat, I’ll be back,” Mo Ran told him after they left their shoes at the door. Chu Wanning was pleasantly surprised to find that Mo Ran’s apartment was neat and clean, save for a few books stacked half-hazardly on his coffee table. Not at all the sort of apartment one would expect from a young bachelor like Mo Ran.
Mo Ran was back quickly and sat next to Chu Wanning on the couch. Directly next to him. Thigh to thigh. Chu Wanning couldn’t take this! There was so much extra couch! Why couldn’t he sit over there!?
“BDSM is an art but there is an extent of it that’s contractual. You understand so far, Vice President Chu?” Mo Ran’s voice was teasing as he waved a packet in front of Chu Wanning’s face.
“Of course I know what a contract is,” Chu Wanning huffed.
“Well if you’re willing, this will be a negotiation,” Mo Ran explained, flipping open the packet to the first page. “A Dominant is someone that enjoys control and power. A Submissive is someone that enjoys yielding to that power. Sometimes it could be of a sexual nature but not always. I’m unsure if my intentions have been obvious but I want you to be my Submissive.”
Chu Wanning stared at the packet, unable to look at Mo Ran. “I’m not exactly… meek… or soft…”
“I know,” Mo Ran chuckled. “I know you’re the Vice President of a prestigious company and you’re used to having power over others but have you ever wondered what it would be like to not have to make decisions for yourself? How liberating that would be?”
“What if I… don’t like what you say?”
“Then you will have a word that tells me to stop,” Mo Ran told him patiently. “This contract will protect both of us, especially you.”
“Well… then I’m willing to negotiate,” Chu Wanning stated, using the same tone he did in corporate meetings.
Mo Ran looked amused but didn’t comment. “Now, to start, how long are you willing to be my submissive? If you want to have a shorter term, we can renew the contract if you want to continue.”
“How long do you want me?” Chu Wanning asked instead of answering. He didn’t trust himself to answer honestly. Mo Ran had touched him, gave him this attention, he knew he wouldn’t want it to end.
“I’ll put us down for ‘indefinitely,’” Mo Ran stated, already writing in the dates. “Next we’ll go over our responsibilities. I keep this simple. You don’t have to worry about anything but being obedient to me. I’ll make sure you stay clean, well rested, and hydrated. We will both get tested at the beginning of this relationship and will be regularly tested if we are not exclusive to one another. Is all of that understood?”
Chu Wanning nodded and signed where Mo Ran indicated and Mo Ran did the same.
“We both reserve the right to call off a scene if we are uncomfortable. You, especially, have the power to refuse my commands if you are uncomfortable without retaliation from me. We also reserve the right to end our relationship, contract and all.”
“A scene?”
“When we get into the bondage and kinks. Don’t worry. We’ll only do what we’re both alright with. The next part is where it gets interesting. See, there are soft limits and hard limits. Soft limits are what you are willing to do under certain conditions while a hard limit is what you are outright unwilling to do. I have a list of kinks here and I want you to check which ones are soft and hard limits for you in the boxes indicated. If you feel you’re fully comfortable you can check the box that indicates such.”
Chu Wanning read over the list, unable to recognize all of it. “Age play?”
“It ranges but my enjoyment is being called ‘daddy’ or ‘gege.’ I’ll feed you candies and call you my little didi and take care of you.”
“Breeding?”
Mo Ran chuckled and leaned down to murmur low in his ear. “Isn’t that one obvious? I’ll fill you up and keep you full until you’re swollen with my babies.”
Chu Wanning blushed when he realized what he would be full of. “Shameless,” he muttered, his face heating.
“Cuckholding?”
“Letting your partner fuck others. In the past I’ve been fine with it. I usually like watching but with you… I think I’d rather keep you to myself. That is a hard limit for me.”
Chu Wanning blushed as he checked off the appropriate box.
He had several more terms he didn’t understand that Mo Ran had to explain, each one causing him more questions that he dare not voice. He was sure Mo Ran would be able to teach him, after all.
After they made it through the list, Mo Ran flipped to another section of the packet, his tone growing more serious. “We need to discuss Discipline and Punishment. This part is important especially for us because I can be a bit… intense. I don’t want you to feel pressured to accept my punishment so check the boxes next to which punishments are off limits.”
Chu Wanning read over the list, the heat in his face growing more intense. After a moment he willed himself to meet Mo Ran’s eyes. “All of that is fine… as… intense as you want.”
“Even if I make you cry?”
“Yes.”
“Even if I leave marks? Bruises? What if I make you bleed?”
“I’m fine with that.”
“Fuck,” Mo Ran breathed, clearly caught off guard. “If you’re sure… but we should revisit this again later in case you change your mind.”
“How are we going to present our relationship to others, if at all? We can be discreet and only do this in privacy or we can be public- '' Mo Ran broke off into a laugh at the expression on Chu Wanning’s face, “-not the BDSM part, the relationship itself! Along with that comes areas of control regarding our contract and our exclusivity. I’ll be honest, what I would prefer is that we present as boyfriends and keep this exclusive. When our contract ends, we can part ways and tell others it was a mutual decision we reached amicably.”
Chu Wanning wrung his hands in his lap. “Aren’t you selling yourself short? Why would you be exclusive to me when others are younger and prettier?”
“The only one selling himself short is you,” Mo Ran told him, grabbing his hands to stop them from fidgeting. “I’m fine with being exclusive with someone as interesting and beautiful as you, and I’m more than fine having the privilege of taking you apart and showing you things you’ve never felt. Are my terms fine with you?”
Chu Wanning answered by signing his name on the line indicated, unable to meet Mo Ran’s eyes.
“Now the last thing before we get into the boring legal stuff,” Mo Ran continued. “Dynamics. We’ve already agreed to Dominant and Submissive but there are a few others I’m interested in exploring with you.”
Chu Wanning felt his blush come back in full force as he read over the list. “Master/Slave!? Pet play- Is that what we were talking about that time!?”
Mo Ran burst into another round of laughter while Chu Wanning agreed to the listed dynamics and handed Mo Ran the packet back. “Shameless! Saying such things to me!”
“So I can collar you?”
“If you want it, how could I refuse?” Chu Wanning asked him, his blush rising at the thought of wearing something that indicated that he belonged to Mo Ran.
Mo Ran’s eyes darkened as he sat their contract on the coffee table. “Why can’t you refuse?”
“Because I'm yours now, aren't I?” Chu Wanning gasped as Mo Ran moved into his space.
“I promised you I wouldn’t touch you today,” Mo Ran reminded him.
“You decided that actually. You never asked me what I wanted,” Chu Wanning responded, the words fleeing from his lips before he could even think.
Mo Ran tilted his head, his eyes holding the predatory glint from earlier. “We’ll wait. It’ll be your first time after all. Be a good boy and trust my judgement, all right?” Without waiting for Chu Wanning’s answer, he reached out and stroked the hairs at the nape of Chu Wanning’s neck.
Chu Wanning shivered at the unfamiliar touch but didn’t move away. Mo Ran smiled at Chu Wanning’s reaction before leaning down and giving him a chaste kiss.
“What sort of movies do you like? Let’s pick whatever you want and you can sit on gege’s lap, alright?”
“I’m older than you,” Chu Wanning reminded him, his ears growing hot.
“You agreed to call me gege if I wanted it in our contract. If you don’t want to, just say your word. What sort of snacks do you like?”
“I like sweets… gege,” Chu Wanning said quietly, his voice shaking.
“Good boy,” Mo Ran remarked before heading into the kitchen.
He was unsure of which movie to pick. What if he chose one that was embarrassing to like!? What if Mo Ran hated the kinds of movies he liked!? What if-
His thoughts were interrupted when Mo Ran came back from the kitchen. He chose a movie at random before allowing the younger man to man-handle him into his lap.
Chu Wanning blushed at the new position but allowed Mo Ran to put him where he wished. “I’ve never sat in someone’s lap.. I’m not too heavy?”
“No, not at all,” Mo Ran assured him. “Just relax.”
The movie was a rom-com, which Mo Ran didn’t seem to mind, and Chu Wanning’s only task was to cuddle Mo Ran and accept the snacks being hand fed to him. He could do this! Subbing was easy!
After they finished off the snacks Chu Wanning repositioned so only his head was in Mo Ran’s lap. Mo Ran’s fingers stroked through his hair with something like reverence, though Chu Wanning knew that couldn’t be possible. “Wanning, are you comfortable?”
“Mn,” Chu Wanning mumbled, his eyelids drooping.
“Good,” Mo Ran murmured, continuing to pet Chu Wannings hair. “I’m so glad I found you.”
Chu Wanning wanted to say something. It was just an app. He wasn’t anything special. However, his body had other plans and he’d fallen asleep before he could respond.
“Vice President Chu?”
Chu Wanning quickly put down his phone and cleared his throat. “Yes, Shi Mei?”
“I was going to let you know that your ten o’clock meeting is here. I’ve already sent them to the conference room.”
“I’ll be there,” Chu Wanning began sorting through his papers for the meeting. He looked up again to see Shi Mei hadn’t moved. “Is there anything else?”
Shi Mei smiled gently. “I noticed you’ve been happier lately. Did something happen?”
“My personal life isn’t my secretary’s concern,” Chu Wanning reminded him, his tone clipped. Shameless! Embarrassing! How could he face Shi Mei knowing he’s in such a relationship with someone around the same age as him!? He had some propriety, after all!
“Understood, sir,” Shi Mei responded, ducking his head and leaving.
Chu Wanning picked up his phone and reread the last text message from Mo Ran with a small smile.
“My nephew is moving to our company,” Xue Zhengyong told him over lunch.
“Mn, that will be convenient for Xue Meng to work so closely with his cousin. Don’t they get along?” Chu Wanning commented.
“They do. They’re more like brothers than cousins,” Xue Zhengyong smiled to himself. “Speaking of my nephew, how has the app been going? Because if it’s not going well, there’s always Plan B…”
“I’ll have you know I’ve already started seeing someone,” Chu Wanning responded vaguely, his ears heating.
“Will you bring him for dinner then?” Xue Zhengyong pressed.
“Absolutely not,” Chu Wanning chided. “It’s too early. Besides, he’s… young. He’ll lose interest in someone this much older than him quickly.”
Xue Zhengyong sighed. “You shouldn’t go into relationships looking for the end. It isn’t good for either of you. Maybe he likes older men? Is it… a sugar baby situation?”
“What’s a sugar baby?” Chu Wanning asked.
“Well, you give him money and gifts and he… repays you?” Xue Zhengyong told him, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I wouldn’t pay someone to suffer through my company,” Chu Wanning scoffed. “What a shameless thing to even suggest! I’m disappointed in you-”
“Yeah, yeah! I know, I’m shameless!” Xue Zhengyong laughed, standing up. “I have some paperwork to do. Don’t forget dinner! Your… whatever you are right now… is invited!”
Chu Wanning smiled as his friend closed the door. He wouldn’t dare ask Mo Ran to meet the closest people he has to family yet. It was way too personal.
Besides, Mo Ran hadn’t mentioned his family yet. He had far less experience and was content to let Mo Ran set their pace. It was nice to have at least one thing in his life he didn’t have to control.
His phone pinged with a text.
Mo Ran: I keep thinking about you
Mo Ran: What time do you get off work?
Chu Wanning felt his lips curve into a small smile as he texted back a response. Mo Ran had been making every excuse to see him since their agreement. They’d met up for lunch several times and had several late night dinners. Afterward, Mo Ran always walks Chu Wanning home. He never asks for anything more than Chu Wanning’s company.
However, Chu Wanning hasn’t been able to quit thinking about the things Mo Ran had said to him. Why hadn’t he done those things to him since that night? Was he not as interested as he thought he was? Did Chu Wanning do something to lessen his attraction? Did-
His thoughts were interrupted when his phone went off again.
Mo Ran: Do you have work tomorrow?
Chu Wanning frowned. What a strange question.
Chu Wanning: I don’t have work or any plans aside from dinner with a friend of mine
Mo Ran: okay 😏🍆💦
Dinner went by without anything out of the usual. However, this time when Mo Ran walked him home, he lingered at the door. He was silent until Chu Wanning managed to unlock the door and had it halfway open. “Wanning?”
“Yes?” Chu Wanning paused, his hand still on the door.
“May I kiss you?”
Chu Wanning’s hand clenched around the handle and he took a deep breath before stepping over the threshold of the door. He let go of the handle, allowing the door to swing open freely as he faced Mo Ran. “If you want to kiss me, you’ll have to come inside.”
“Wanning, that’s a dangerous game to play with me,” Mo Ran warned, stepping through the doorway nonetheless.
“You said I can make my terms. Perhaps my soft limit is that I want to be kissed indoors,” Chu Wanning pointed out.
Mo Ran stepped into his space, crowding Chu Wanning against the wall. He trailed his fingertips along Chu Wanning’s jawline before gripping his chin and tilting his face up. “You’re so pleasing, baobei.”
Chu Wanning felt his hackles flare and he opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Mo Ran’s mouth closing over his own. Mo Ran was gentle like the first time, his lips so soft that Chu Wanning ached for more.
He made a small noise against Mo Ran’s mouth. It seemed to flip some sort of switch within the younger man because the next thing Chu Wanning knew, he was hoisted against the wall by his thighs. Mo Ran grinded his obvious tent against Chu Wanning’s. “I don’t want to hold back anymore.”
“Then don’t,” Chu Wanning gasped, clinging to Mo Ran as he carried him to the bedroom.
“Don’t worry. I won’t,” Mo Ran responded, the playful threat intent in his voice.
Chu Wanning took it as a promise.