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It hadn’t exactly been part of Mo Ran’s five-year plan to move in with his former professor.
Especially not his haughty, up-tight, beyond-cute mechanical engineering professor whom he had spent all four years of undergrad filled with burning disdain for (as well as burning desire). The two of them had gotten off to a rocky start, to put it mildly. And for the duration of their time together in class during Mo Ran’s undergrad, he had never bothered to hide his distaste for the older man, and Chu Wanning seemed to hate him right back.
Unlike many of the students who had dreaded class with the notoriously strict grader and resident ice queen, Chu Wanning, Mo Ran had been excited to learn from him. Sure, he had high standards and a no-nonsense attitude, but he was pretty to look at and obviously an expert in his field. For the first few weeks of class together, Mo Ran always looked forward to class with Chu Wanning. It wasn’t until Mo Ran missed class partway into the first semester that things went sour. It had been the anniversary of Mo Ran’s mother’s death. He shot out an email to all his professors and then spent the day holed up in his dorm drinking himself stupid. When he dragged his bleary-eyed self into Chu Wanning’s lecture hall at 8am the next morning, the man had coldly confronted him in front of all fifty people in the course.
“Where were you yesterday, Mo Ran?” he had snapped. “Already so early in the year and you’re already slacking off? I expected better,” He eyed the lecture hall. “This goes for all of you: if you don’t plan to take this class seriously, then there's no hope for you and you might as well drop it now.”
The humiliation and rage he felt at that moment seared itself into Mo Ran’s memory, and the rose-colored filter he had looked at his professor with had been shattered.
He never bothered to hide how he felt about Chu Wanning from then on, not even to the man himself. Not even Xue Meng’s persistent yapping in his ear could change his opinion of him. It has been confusing, at first: that despite how much contempt he held for Chu Wanning, he couldn’t get him out of his head. It was not uncommon for him to find himself with a hand down his pants, thinking about wiping that lofty expression off Chu Wanning’s face. Bending him over the podium where he ran his lectures like a dictatorship and making him cry.
Chu Wanning was so frigid and uptight that Mo Ran had a hard time imagining him being intimate with anyone. He would bet every dollar in his bank account (which was admittedly, not much) that Chu Wanning was a virgin (a belief that was certainly not influenced by how hot that made him). Untouched as fresh snow. And he couldn't help but want to be the one to ruin that aloof exterior and corrupt that purity.
The two continued on that way, with animosity and one-sided attraction, for the better part of four years. It wasn’t until beginning grad school and reluctantly becoming a TA for Chu Wanning along with Xue Meng due to his cousin's insistent nagging that things finally started to look up for the two of them.
The turning point had been on a busy Friday night towards the end of the semester, and together the two of them had been drowning in grading. As the clock reached 8pm, it found both of them sitting in the older man’s office with piles of papers left to grade. Mo Ran could feel his eyelids drooping, but he steeled himself and prepared to push through. He was just putting the final marks on an essay that was so incomprehensible that it must have been written while drunk and with closed eyes, when Chu Wanning abruptly put down his pen and turned to him.
“It’s getting late. Go home, Mo Ran.”
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Mo Ran quickly shoved his belongings into his bag and hurried out the door while promising he would be back the next morning to help him complete their work.
After a night of drinking and loud music, and not nearly enough hours of shut-eye, Mo Ran returned to Chu Wanning’s office to finish his work- only to run right into the man on his way out. Mo Ran took one look at the dark circles under his eyes, and the wrinkled clothes from the night prior, and realized with horror that the professor had pulled an all-nighter finishing Mo Ran’s work so he could go get wasted with his friends. The shock and guilt had weighed on Mo Ran, and after that night he began to see Chu Wanning’s motives and actions in a slightly different light.
As their work together continued, he began to realize some fundamental things about Chu Wanning: he had a horribly thin face and abysmal self-esteem. His scathing comments and cold attitude were his desperate attempts at keeping that hidden, like a cat raising its hackles and hissing when it can’t handle attention. Additionally, he was truly a very selfless person (sometimes to the point of self-neglect) when it came to helping his students or the ones he worked with. Mo Ran began to notice little things that had flown over his head before: how Chu Wanning would leave energy drinks and protein bars out for him on long days and then deny knowing anything about it. How he consistently held office hours every day, despite that very few students were brave enough to utilize it, and it often meant he wasn’t able to leave the engineering building until much later than he should have.
Looking back on the several courses Mo Ran took that Wanning had been the professor of, his high standards and no-nonsense attitude were ultimately a product of wanting his students to reach their highest potential. Mo Ran always hated how much he had been singled out by Chu Wanning in class, but it wasn’t until one day when a sleep-deprived and overworked Chu Wanning had admitted to him, “Mo Ran, you were one of my brightest students. I’ve always known you have potential.” and then immediately sobered up, turned bright red, and snapped at Mo Ran that he was getting in the way and to get out of his office, that he finally understood.
He thought back to the incident that had turned him against Chu Wanning in the first place. The sting of it had been dulled by the years and allowed Mo Ran to recall it a bit less harshly. In retrospect, he felt a little silly for reacting so strongly to what had ultimately been a fairly mild scolding from Chu Wanning. Which more often than not, were his way of showing concern. He felt so silly, in fact, that he decided to mention it off-handedly one day to the man he had grown quite fond of recently.
“Hey, Professor Chu, do you remember the first course we had together?”
Chu Wanning froze for a moment, and then casually returned to his work as if it had never happened. “Yes, I remember. What of it?”
“Well, remember the day I was out for the anniversary of my mother’s death? And-”
Mo Ran cut himself off when Chu Wanning whipped around to look at him.
“No, Mo Ran, I do not remember that. I didn’t know-” He sounded strangled.
Mo Ran’s brow furrowed. “No, don’t you remember? You even scolded me for missing class. I sent an email about it the night before, remember?”
Chu Wanning looked horrified. “Mo Ran, I remember you skipping class, but I had no idea that was why. I didn’t receive any email.”
It was rare that Mo Ran found himself at such a complete loss for words as he was now. He dug through his mind and tried to pull up his memories of that day. It had been years, and they were already blurry from alcohol and grief. He sent an email, right? The night before, he had already started drinking when he sent them, but he was so sure… had he really never sent an email to Chu Wanning? His mind raced back to his words that day. Where have you been? Had he truly not known all this time?
“I… thought you knew,” he said lamely. He could find no other words.
“I had no idea, Mo Ran. I truly just thought you were playing hooky,” Chu Wanning seemed to be struggling with his words as well. He gave a long, strained pause before he said, “Regardless, I am… sorry for how I acted. It was an overreaction no matter what your reason was. I just wanted to make sure you were serious about the course because of the potential I saw in you. I regretted it as soon as I said it.”
It seriously felt like Chu Wanning was getting something off his chest that he had wanted to say for some time.
Mo Ran was once again speechless. It was perhaps the longest non-school-related thing Chu Wanning had ever said to him. It felt like an apology, a compliment, and a confession rolled all into one. A confession of what, he wasn’t sure yet. But he knew receiving these things from Chu Wanning was making his heart rate quicken. He has truly been wrong about him, all this time.
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Suddenly everything Professor Chu did was seen in a new light. His scowls became endearing and Mo Ran had to resist the urge to tease him just to see his face flush red and to hear a hissed “Shameless!”. The more time he spent with him and the better he understood him, the more his initial feelings of admiration and attraction towards Chu Wanning surfaced again.
Still, he knew it wouldn’t happen. Chu Wanning may have not been his professor anymore, but he still worked under him. Not to mention there was no way Chu Wanning thought about him that way, after how Mo Ran treated him all those years. For the sake of their professional relationship, as well as remaining in Chu Wanning’s finicky good favor, he was able to push those feelings down and have a symbiotic, respectful, professor-student relationship.
As his feelings for his former professor grew, he managed to hold them back by reminding himself that Chu Wanning was above all that, and to want him carnally was an insult to his person. Every time Chu Wanning chewed on the end of a pen and Mo Ran got a good look at his pink lips wrapped around something and the occasional dart of his tongue, or whenever Chu Wanning bent over to get something out of his filing cabinet and presented his surprisingly full and perky ass to Mo Ran, he simply had to look away, bite the inside of his cheek, and chant to himself “respect him. Cherish him. Respect him. Cherish him,” until he no longer was in danger of doing something stupid. Like kissing Chu Wanning out of the blue. Man, if he didn’t hate Mo Ran before, that would surely do it.
It was towards the end of Mo Ran’s final semester as Chu Wanning's TA when he had a major falling out with his roommate/fuck buddy/frenemy, Rong Jiu, to the point of packing his things and hightailing it in his car at 3am. And thus, he found himself with nowhere to stay. There was always moving back in with his aunt and uncle temporarily as an option, but his stomach twisted at the thought of relying on them any more than he already had. Being self-sufficient was second nature for Mo Ran, he had depended on only himself for years, and he was determined to handle this without reaching out to his relatives.
He ended up sleeping in his car that night.
The next day found him in Chu Wanning’s office wearing the same dirty clothes from the day before. He whined about the situation to his former professor while ignoring the pointed looks at the open buttons on his shirt and his rolled-up sleeves. How improper, Chu Wanning must be thinking. Mo Ran continued to pretend to grade papers while he bemoaned his situation.
He certainly hadn’t expected anything to come of his bitching in Chu Wanning’s office and had resigned himself to sleeping on Xue Meng’s couch for the time being.
Therefore, it had come as a complete surprise when Chu Wanning broke eye contact and said “You know, I have an extra bedroom in my apartment. It doesn’t seem to make any sense having you on a couch while it's sitting empty.” Mo Ran could tell he was trying to sound casual and nonchalant, but the slight tremor in the hand clenched around his pen and the redness of his ears betrayed him.
Mo Ran gaped. He felt frozen while his heart began to pound and his mind began to race. Him? Sleeping in Chu Wanning’s apartment? Getting to see him in the morning while still sleepy and groggy and in the evening after work while lounging in comfortable clothes?
Mo Ran could tell he had been quiet for too long when Chu Wanning’s face got redder and his brow furrowed.
“It was just an idea. I understand why living with me would be distast-”
“I’d love to!” Mo Ran rushed to cut him off. “I mean. as long as it isn’t too much of an imposition on Chu-laoshi, I would greatly appreciate his generous offer.”
Chu Wanning humphed. “I wouldn’t have offered it if it was an imposition. You are welcome to move in whenever you like.”
And that was that.
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Mo Ran moved his meager belongings in at record speed. Chu Wanning wasn’t exaggerating, he truly did have a spare bedroom just filled with clutter and dust. Mo Ran tried not to think about how the apartment was too large for one person, and how perfect it was for two people.
Just like that, he was living with Chu Wanning, the object of his affection and desires. In some ways, it was perfect. As he expected, seeing Chu Wanning relaxed and unguarded in the mornings and evenings never failed to make his heart flutter. Chu Wanning lived close to the university and would shyly offer Mo Ran to ride with him every morning. It delighted Mo Ran to see Chu Wanning eating the fresh home-cooked meals he prepared for him and knowing he was no longer surviving off of energy bars and microwavable meals.
Mo Ran was truly the definition of a poor starving college student, and while Chu Wanning was refusing to accept payment, he was trying to earn his keep by handling all the chores that the other man had obviously been ignoring. Namely: cooking, cleaning, and grocery shopping.
It was surprising… domestic. Mo Ran felt his stomach twist every time he remembered this was just temporary until he could find his own place.
That’s not to say there were not a few hiccups in his new rooming situation. To begin, Chu Wanning was a bit of a mess (to put it gently). Mo Ran knew that his desk was always cluttered with papers and projects, but didn’t expect how much it extended to his home. Not that Mo Ran was a paragon of cleanliness himself, but it only took him a few days before he couldn’t stand it and began tidying up the apartment. At least enough that he wouldn’t trip over a box of files while walking to his room.
Chu Wanning had his other quirks as well; which ranged from endearing to mildly frustrating. His habit of starting to drift off in the middle of reading, grading, or working on a project, which led to Mo Ran having to gently herd a bleary-eyed Chu Wanning towards bed? Totally endearing. His showers never being any shorter than forty-five minutes? Not as much. Mo Ran learned pretty quickly he needed to beat his new roommate to the shower if he wanted even a drop of hot water.
But the much bigger and much more pressing issue is that Mo Ran was horny. All. The damn. Time.
The biggest factor in this of course was being in close quarters with Chu Wanning. Seeing him fresh out of the shower with his long wet hair and cheeks flushed from hot water. That one time when he had worn a long shirt to bed and shorts- at least, Mo Ran told himself he had to be wearing shorts underneath- that had showed off his pale long legs. Mo Ran spent the next several days haunted by visions of bracing Chu Wanning against the kitchen counter and pulling up his shirt to see what was really underneath.
Hell, even Chu Wanning’s content and peaceful face when he ate Mo Ran's cooking was enough to make his dick twitch sometimes.
His “respect him.” mantra wasn’t cutting it like it used to.
However, all of this was made way worse by the fact that he had gone from having sex regularly to complete celibacy. He knew better than to even entertain the idea of bringing someone over to Chu Wanning’s appointment- he wasn’t that much of an idiot. At first, he had just figured he would have to go back to his hookup of the night’s place and spend the night there, but the icy and betrayed look on Chu Wanning’s face the first time he had done the walk of shame back home made him immediately decide he would never do it again.
Which. Is fine. Plenty of people don’t have sex on a regular basis, he reasoned to himself. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t be able to handle this, he told himself. Hell, it had only been three weeks. And he certainly hadn’t seen Chu Wanning bringing anyone home (he ignored the overwhelming sour taste that filled his mouth at the thought of that).
So sure, maybe he was constantly a little wound up and sporting a semi when around the apartment with Chu Wanning. And maybe his dick was sore from the constant jerking off that he was doing in the shower, his bedroom- even once in the living room after he spent a lazy morning with Chu Wanning padding around the kitchen in slippers and an oversized shirt that had slipped and given him a great view of his collar bones. And then when Chu Wanning bent over to grab something from a low cabinet- he had gotten an eyeful of delicate pink nipples. Fuck.
Despite it all, Mo Ran was a guest in this home and he wouldn’t do anything that would cross Chu Wanning’s boundaries or make him uncomfortable. He couldn't handle the thought of making a move and Chu Wanning being so disgusted that he immediately kicks him out and never speaks to him again.
So he manages, with the help of plenty of cold showers and lube to help with chafing.
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Everything comes to a head one Friday evening. Normally Mo Ran would spend these evenings drinking himself silly with Xue Meng, but for some reason, that hadn’t seemed as appealing as of late. He got home hours before Chu Wanning (no doubt overworking himself), and decided to make them a special dinner that night. He whipped up some of Chu Wanning’s favorite dishes and desserts and placed them in the oven to keep them warm until they were ready to be eaten. He still had some time to kill after that, so he puttered around the apartment tidying up.
He was fluffing the pillows in the living room when he was struck by a genius idea. Chu Wanning always favored a particular white fluffy bathrobe. He would never admit it, but Mo Ran knew he ran cold and yet refused to turn up the heat in the apartment out of stubbornness. To compensate, he was always swaddling himself with blankets and sweatshirts that wound up making him look like a freezing, miserable kitten. The bathrobe kept him warm and he always looked so comfortable and relaxed while wearing it. And how comfortable and relaxed would he feel if when he arrived home from a long day, he could immediately slip on his favorite robe that had been warmed in the dryer? Mo Ran couldn’t help but mentally pat himself on the back for thinking of such a selfless and thoughtful idea. Which certainly had nothing to do with how adorable Chu Wanning looked, bundled up and cozy.
Determined to retrieve the robe, he headed towards Chu Wanning's room. Out of respect for his privacy, he had never been in Wanning’s bedroom before. (Though he had gotten a good peek at the mess before.) He felt a little guilty about the spark of excitement at finally seeing the place where Chu Wanning slept, but he reassured himself that it was all worth it to surprise Chu Wanning when he arrived home.
The door soundlessly swung open to reveal the dimly lit room. Mo Ran couldn't help the fond chuckle when he saw what a disastrous state the bedroom lay in. Tools, papers, and books scattered his bed to the point where Mo Ran wondered how he found room to sleep without curling up in one corner.
When a quick scan of the room didn’t produce the location of the bathrobe, he took a few steps in to take a look. He felt bad being in Chu Wanning’s room without his knowledge or permission, so he resolved he would just look around for a bit before calling it quits. When his surface-level search didn’t result in anything, he determined he had done enough snooping and turned to leave.
Mo Ran had gotten fairly used to the tripping hazard that was living with Chu Wanning, but this room was unfamiliar territory. The combination of that and the dim lighting led to his foot catching on a box haphazardly sitting on the floor and it was only his quick reflexes that saved him from falling flat on his face.
Once steadied, he glanced at the offending box and let out a breath of relief that nothing seemed broken. The box hadn’t even been knocked over; it seemed that the only disturbance was the lid popping off.
Mo Ran knelt to straighten the lid before leaving, but his brain immediately stalled and then crashed. He could practically see the error screen flashing in front of his eyes: Mo Ran.exe had stopped working.
Because his lofty and untouchable professor, whom he had previously thought to be a model of virtue and purity, had a box of sex toys sitting on his bedroom floor.
Gone were all thoughts of not invading Chu Wanning’s privacy. In fact, all thoughts other than WANNING’S SEX TOYS crudely flashing in his brain seemed to escape him. He quickly scanned the contents of the box. Most of the toys were fairly small and plain: two vibrators and a butt plug. However, Mo Ran’s eyes were immediately pulled to the bright blue dildo sitting in the box. The big bright blue dildo. Dear lord.
Before he could truly process what he was seeing, he finally noticed the last item in the box. He could scarcely believe what he was looking at and had to pull it out of the box to confirm that yes, Chu Wanning owned panties.
He briefly considered them belonging to someone else, but quickly discarded the idea and ignored the jealousy that the thought shot through him. The panties were fairly simple- delicate cotton panties with lace accents and a little bow at the front. They were virginal white too. God.
Mo Ran felt his dick throb at the thought. When had he even gotten hard?
He felt a bit dizzy and his mind was racing. Had Chu Wanning been using these while he had been living here? Had he laid in bed just a few walls away, desperately biting his pillow to stay quiet while he worked his hole open with his toys? How many times had Chu Wanning had a conversation with him right before or after he had gotten himself off? Had he ever thought of Mo Ran? Done it while Mo Ran was home?
Like a brick to the back of the head, the sound of keys jingling outside the front door snapped him out of his daze. He hurriedly threw the panties back into the box and fixed the lid as best as he could. Rushing to not be caught red-handed in Chu Wanning’s room, Mo Ran returned to the hallway right as he heard the lock turn. Luckily, their rooms were right across from each other, and it didn’t look unnatural for him to be walking towards the kitchen from that direction.
Mo Ran was grateful that he had so much practice quickly composing himself and putting on a face for others. It came naturally as he greeted his roommate as he walked through the door.
“Welcome home, laoshi. How was your day?”
Chu Wanning hummed dismissively. “Uneventful. I still have some paperwork to do this evening.”
Mo Ran neglected to bring up how he had already overworked himself today.
“Please, eat first, I made some of your favorites tonight.”
Chu Wanning shot him a suspicious look, but Mo Ran didn't miss the way he perked up at the mention of good food. He allowed himself to be led towards the kitchen and obediently and happily ate the food that was prepared for him. Mo Ran could see some of the tension of the day slowly bleed out of him as he ate and listened to Mo Ran prattle on about how his day was. Mo Ran didn’t want to focus on why seeing Chu Wanning so well taken care of made him preen.
Despite this, dinner passed in a bit of a blur. After clearing the dishes while Chu Wanning changed out of his day clothes, he emerged from his room looking soft and cozy. Mo Ran did inwardly curse after seeing that Chu Wanning was wearing his oversized shirt that already haunted him. The fact that there was a non-zero chance that Chu Wanning was wearing panties under his clothes at any given point made the whole thing more deadly.
When Mo Ran coaxed him into taking a break by watching some trashy reality TV show with him, he was acutely aware of how small the space between them was.
It wasn’t until they both retired for the night that Mo Ran was truly able to think about exactly what he had seen. He was immediately pulling off his sweats and throwing himself on his bed. He didn’t even bother with his boxers, he just pushed them down enough to pull out his dick.
His cock was aching. It was angry red as if it was protesting all the time it had spent half hard and crying for attention throughout the evening. He hissed in relief when he finally gripped himself and all he could think of was Wanning, Waning, Waning.
Normally he tried to avoid thinking about his roommate and former professor while masturbating, out of common courtesy (although he had certainly failed more than a few times). But now that he knew Chu Wanning desperately needed someone to hold him down and fill him up? All bets were off.
Was he touching himself right now, too? Mo Ran allowed himself to picture Chu Wanning lying in bed the way that he was. Was he patient and shy with himself, or would he be so desperate to be full that he would rush straight to the good stuff?
Mo Ran knew he would want to take his time with him, so that is what he allowed himself to imagine. Chu Wanning would push that haunting shirt slowly up his chest, exposing those delicate nipples Mo Ran had been blessed with a glance of before. They would already be perked up in the cold air, and Chu Wanning would gasp as he gently pinched them.
In his mind’s eye, Chu Wanning was wearing nothing but that shirt and his white panties. He would bring his hand down to press against himself through the fabric- dampened with precome from how much his cock was leaking.
The scene shifted to Chu Wanning face down on his elbow and knees, gently easing his panties down to tangle around his thighs. His butt plug is nestled deep inside of him, and he presses against it, causing his hips to jerk. Similarly, Mo Ran’s hips involuntarily jerked, pressing his cock more urgently into his hand.
Chu Wanning whimpered as he pulled the plug from the clutch of his hole. His body obviously didn’t want to let it go, and as he eased the thickest part of the toy out his cock leaked onto the bedspread below him. His hole gaped slightly at the sudden emptiness, and the displeased squirm he gave illustrated how he didn't like being empty, either. His hand reached blindly for the lube lying on the bed next to him. Once found, he drizzled some lube onto his hole and pressed two fingers into himself to ease the ache while he thoroughly coated one of his vibrators. While not as thick as his blue dildo (Or Mo Ran, his brain helpfully supplied), the vibrator was certainly thicker than Chu Wanning’s two slender fingers.
Mo Ran bit his lip and his hand picked up the pace as he imagined how easily the vibe would slide into Chu Waning’s hungry body. He could practically hear the desperate sob he let out at being full again. The noises would only increase as he turns the vibe on and begins pressing it into himself.
Mo Ran came like that. Desperately fisting his cock and imagining Chu Wanning fucking himself with his vibrator, panties tangled around his legs.
As he stared at the cooling cum that had splattered on the blanket in front of him, it began to set in what a mess he had gotten himself into.
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Despite the massive curve ball shaped like Chu Wanning’s panty-covered ass that was thrown at him, Mo Ran’s life continued more or less the same.
Mo Ran had somewhat resigned himself to the fact that this forbidden knowledge he had gleaned would likely haunt him for the rest of his life. On one hand, He was even more desperate to make a move or tell Chu Wanning how he felt. But Wanning was so skittish he was afraid of how he may react. Getting kicked out of his home would be unfortunate, but getting cut out of his life would destroy him.
Maybe it was a good time to start looking for an apartment.
As much as Mo Ran loved how domestic his life with Chu Wanning was, the other man had made it clear that it was only to be a temporary arrangement. Neither of them had brought up Mo Ran moving out. It was like the two of them were playing house- living in a domestic bubble that was fragile enough that it couldn’t be acknowledged or examined too closely. Mo Ran would avoid popping the bubble for as long as he possibly could, but he knew their time was ultimately running out.
It was these kinds of thoughts that were swirling around Mo Ran’s head one night after they had finished dinner. Mo Ran was washing the dishes in the sink while he pondered his situation, while Chu Wanning was loitering in the kitchen under the pretense of helping clean up. When Mo Ran had taken it upon himself to see to the meals in their household, the state of Chu Wanning’s cabinets had left him positively speechless. Not only did nothing seem to have a proper place or any semblance of order, but what shocked him most was how sparse it was. How had Chu Wanning managed to survive by himself all these years? He remembered wondering. Selfishly, he wished Chu Wanning never would have to again.
The downside of Mo Ran stocking and organizing Chu Wanning’s kitchen was that the owner of the apartment didn’t have much of an idea where anything went (if he ever did in the first place). He was obviously a bit embarrassed about his ignorance of his own home and would snap at Mo Ran if he directly acknowledged it. So he had learned to be indirect when Chu Wanning insisted on helping him in the kitchen. Can you grab the spare butter dish for me, please? The one in the cabinet left of the sink, not the other one. Chu Wanning would huff and blush a little, but always listened to his instructions. Mo Ran was so fond of him.
Regardless, he appreciated the time they spent together in the kitchen. It made him feel like Wanning was his dutiful little housewife. Or maybe he was the housewife in this scenario, and Chu Wanning was the working husband who kindly assisted him after his long way of work. And then after dinner was finished, Mo Ran would take him to their bedroom and teach Chu Wanning what it was a husband and wife did together behind closed doors-
Nope. No thoughts of wife-ing up Chu Wanning while the man stood just at the other side of the room. Bad Mo Ran.
Needing to get out of his head, as that only led to bad places, he glanced over his shoulder to check on Chu Wanning’s progress. When he saw him on his toes straining to return a bowl to its rightful place on the top shelf, he chuckled under his breath at what a cute picture he made. He always loved the pout that Wanning got when Mo Ran plucked whichever dish out of his hands and effortlessly placed it on the top shelf that was just out of reach for Chu Wanning without a step stool.
Yet before he was able to even take a step in his direction to assist him, he noticed something that made him freeze in his tracks.
Chu Wanning was wearing one of his favorite (and Mo Ran’s favorites) pairs of oversized sweatpants. They were Mo Ran's favorite because of how low on his hips they sat, and with how he was straining to reach that top shelf that was just out of reach, his shirt had ridden up and exposed the low waistband of his pants, as well as a strip of his milky skin and the two dimples on his lower back. But that wasn’t what was currently making Mo Ran’s heart feel like it was about to hammer out of his chest. While any other day we would be silently thanking any deity out there for granting him such a generous eyeful of Chu Wanning’s lower back, currently all he could focus on was the thin strip of red lace peeking out from under those unassuming gray sweatpants.
Immediately, Mo Ran’s brain shut down once again. Error, error. Mo Ran.exe has encountered a fatal error.
He certainly hadn’t seen any red panties when he was snooping- ahem - investigating in Chu Wanning’s room. Were they new? Did Chu Wanning have another stash of panties somewhere else in his room?
Another, even more dangerous possibility struck him. What if the reason the other panties hadn’t been in his room at the time was because he was wearing them? While he was in class. At the university. Where he worked.
God, did the little slut wear them around all the time? Had he been wearing them while he and Mo Ran worked together? Did he feel the lace while he was interacting with his students and get flustered at how it felt against his skin?
His mind was racing with the possibilities. He had to know, he had to be sure.
No. He had already violated Chu Wanning’s privacy enough, and even gone as far as to sully his image by thinking about him while jerking off. He would have to accept that he wouldn’t ever find out exactly what it was Wanning had hidden away. He resolved to put it out of his mind and continue his respectful, innocent relationship with Chu Wanning.
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Mo Ran lasted exactly three days.
The final straw came when Chu Wanning had arrived home from after-class office hours one night. Mo Ran knew from experience that he didn’t exactly get a lot of students coming to him for help- too many of them were scared off by his ice queen reputation. While a normal occurrence for a university professor, what wasn’t normal was the response he had given when Mo Ran asked him about his day.
“My day was alright,” Chu Wanning replied. “Except… one of my students has been acting a bit abnormal. He keeps showing up for office hours despite not needing help with anything, and he keeps trying to have me meet him outside of the office for assistance. Ridiculous, really, his work is already perfectly satisfactory and I have better things to do than waste my time like that.”
Mo Ran immediately perked up at this. Something he had learned almost immediately about his professor was that Chu Wanning didn’t realize his appeal, and he probably didn’t recognize flirting even when presented to him with a blinking neon sign. After all, Mo Ran himself had tried coming on to his professor several times before finally admitting that it would never work unless Mo Ran was willing to risk their entire relationship together. But he knew that he wasn’t the only one that was hot for teacher- there just wasn’t anyone that was as persistent as him before.
Taking a glance at Chu Wanning just made his alarm grow. The other man was turned partially away from him to hang up his long coat, but Mo Ran could see that his ears were dyed a bright scarlet. Even if he couldn’t see the other's intentions for what they probably were, it seemed that he wasn’t entirely unaffected. Was Mo Ran about to lose him to this mystery student?! Would he finally be able to do what Mo Ran hadn’t- would he finally make Chu Wanning recognize how much he wanted him, and then they would kick out Mo Ran so they could live their blissful domestic life together that Mo Ran had been stealing tastes of these past few weeks??
His thoughts continued to spiral, and he began wracking his brain for any other signs that Chu Wanning might have a crush. Then a dangerous thought popped into his mind: did Chu Wanning wear his cute little panties while interacting with this student?
Despite the fact that he didn’t know for sure the intentions of this anonymous student, it was too late. Mo Ran had already privately declared him Enemy #1. He needed to investigate before Chu Wanning was swept off his feet and they got married and had babies and never looked back. A newfound determination filled him.
He decided to start by determining if Chu Wanning got dressed up for this stranger. It was simple: he would wait until Chu Wanning took one of his customary long showers, and he would take a quick peek in his room to see if he could find both pairs of panties.
Simple, quick, and foolproof.
Per usual, Chu Wanning went straight to the shower so he could change into his cozy house clothes. As soon as he heard the shower running and determined the coast was clear, Mo Ran slipped as quietly as possible into Chu Wanning’s bedroom.
He made a beeline for where he found Wanning’s incriminating box the last time, and this time found it was at least tucked under the bed. When he opened it up, his fears were confirmed. This time, the box contained only the red panties (which Mo Ran noted with affection and lust had two cute bows on the front). The white ones were missing. He picked them up and frowned. He reasoned with himself that just because his Wanning- er, Chu Wanning was wearing them with his newfound rival didn’t necessarily mean anything. After all, he seemed to wear them around the house fairly frequently.
Man, these panties were really soft. Mo Ran rubbed his thumb across the fabric and swallowed thickly.
Well, now that he knew it was time to retreat and come up with a plan B-
“Mo Ran.”
Mo Ran’s heart immediately turned to ice.
With his back to the door, he was frozen with dread. Fuck, fuck. He cautiously turned his head to face the open door, hoping against all odds that his mind was just playing tricks on him.
Silhouetted by the hallway light, Chu Wanning stood stiff in the doorway with his face a blank wall. It reminded Mo Ran of how he always looked when they had first met each other, before Mo Ran had broken some of his barriers down through sheer determination and persistence. A face that he had come to learn was Chu Wanning’s way of keeping his inner feelings hidden from others. Mo Ran’s heart ached at seeing him like that again for the first time in so long.
He also distantly noted that Chu Wanning’s hair was dry, and he could hear the shower still running in the background. He must have forgotten something and went to grab it from his room- only to find a pervert on his bedroom floor practically drooling over his panties.
He jumped to his feet.
“It’s not what it looks like,” He said unconvincingly, with Chu Wanning’s panties still clutched in his hand. He began to panic as he desperately thought of an explanation that would keep Chu Wanning from hating him and casting him out of his life forever.
Chu Wanning turned away from him, as if he couldn’t bare to look at him anymore. Mo Ran’s stomach clenched with panic and guilt.
“It seems like this living arrangement was a bad idea. I think it’s probably best that you find somewhere else to live as soon as possible,” Chu Wanning said flatly, his tone devoid of any emotion. “I apologize for making you uncomfortable, and I will do my best to distance myself in the future.”
Wait, what?
Mo Ran’s brain stalled for the third time that night. Why was Chu Wanning apologizing to him?
“Laoshi, what? Why are you talking about making me uncomfortable? I’m the one who should be apologizing for invading your privacy.”
Chu Wanning’s shoulders were hunched over as if he was trying to curl into himself. “I know you must feel disgusted learning about my… predilections. It was my desire that no one ever knew, least of all you. I never-”
He paused.
Uncertain if he was reading things correctly, Mo Ran could only think of one thing to do- and it would either help the situation or seal the deal on their relationship being utterly destroyed. But it didn’t seem like things were looking too hot as they were going, anyway.
“Wanning.”
Chu Wanning froze.
Slowly, as if not to startle a frightened animal, Mo Ran stepped towards him. Chu Wanning was still turned away to hide his expression, so he placed his hand on the curve of his hip and gently guided his hips towards him. He pressed forward until Chu Wanning could certainly feel his still-interested-didn’t-really-get-the-message cock pressed against his ass.
“Do I feel disgusted to you?” He said lowly into his ear.
Chu Wanning froze against him. Mo Ran could feel his breath hitch and felt a shudder run through him- whether it was out of disgust or intrigue he couldn’t be sure. Prepared for Chu Wanning to break away at any moment, he gently rested his head on the top of Wanning’s soft hair, and looked down towards him and- oh. Oh. There was definitely a small tent in the painfully boring work slacks that he always wore.
“It looks like I’m not the only one that’s interested,” he couldn’t help but purr. Mo Ran turned him by the shoulders until they were finally face to face. Chu Wanning was bright red, and wouldn’t fully meet his eyes. He was also gently chewing on his lower lip, and Mo Ran eyes were glued to the sight.
Unable to stand the tension any longer, Chu Wanning finally snapped out, “Well are you going to kiss me or not?” and his face paled like he immediately wished he could take it back.
Not wanting to give him even one more second to overthink, Mo Ran moved one hand to Chu Wanning’s chin to gently tilt his head up and bring him in for a soft, tender first kiss. Mo Ran’s heart fluttered with joy.
He kept the kiss soft and chaste, despite how much his heart, and his dick, yelled for more. He doubted Chu Wanning had kissed very many people, and he wanted to make their first wasn’t too overwhelming.
Pulling back slightly to check on Wanning, he faltered at how dark his eyes were. His lips were slightly wet and red from his lip-biting and the kiss. Oh, Mo Ran had misunderstood. Chu Wanning wanted to be overwhelmed. That was something he certainly could deliver.
Leaning forward again, this time Mo Ran didn’t hesitate to pull his plush bottom lip into his mouth to suck on. His tongue asked for entry into Chu Wanning’s mouth which he did not hesitate to give. He mirrored Mo Ran clumsily. It was a little messy, Chu Wanning obviously didn’t have a lot of experience (Mo Ran tried not to feel pleased about that and failed), but it was the best damn kiss Mo Ran ever had.
A moment passed, and he realized distantly that they were still standing awkwardly in the threshold of Chu Wanning’s bedroom. At the same time as this realization, Mo Ran was hit with the urge to see him in a state of undress so strongly he got dizzy.
Mo Ran guided Chu Wanning backward with him into the room. After haphazardly clearing the debris off Chu Wanning’s cluttered bed (seriously, how did he sleep like that?), he pushed the other man back against the blankets and pillows. Kneeling above him on the bed, Mo Ran knew he cut an imposing figure. With the soft light from the hallway framing him, and him looming above Chu Wanning, it felt like a reversal of their positions from before. He shot a grin towards Chu Wanning. He then closed the distance between them and pressed forward to give him a deep kiss again, which Chu Wanning happily reciprocated. His hand snaked over to start working the buttons open on Chu Wanning’s dress shirt.
“Baobei, please, I have to know. What did you think when you played with your toys? I couldn’t stop thinking about what you looked like while touching yourself, how desperate you were,” Mo Ran said breathlessly, sounding quite like he was the desperate one. Now that he could finally confront the man about what he had discovered, he couldn't stop the words from spilling out.
When Chu Wanning opened his mouth to speak, Mo Ran cut him off with a sharp pinch to his nipple through his undershirt. The surprised noise he let out in lieu of words sent heat through Mo Ran.
“Mo Ran! Asking such shameless questions…”
“Laoshi, I don’t think you have a right to be calling me shameless right now. I’m not the one who bought so many toys to fill himself with. Did you use your fingers at first? Did you cry when you couldn’t reach that spot, when the angle wasn’t right? When it was enough?”
Chu Wanning didn't bother to object, just turned his head away like it was too much. Yet his eyes had started to glaze over slightly, and the tent in his slacks looked strained. Mo Ran himself was practically aching.
Unable to take the pressure anymore, mo Ran undid the buckle on his jeans and pulled down his fly. He let out a sigh of relief. Now only covered by his boxer briefs, the outline of his dick stood out clearly. Chu Wanning’s eyes grew comically large at the sight.
Mo Ran grinned and used his hand to frame the sizable length. He knew he was impressive, but he couldn’t help feeling a little smug about the fact that he was bigger than all of Chu Wanning’s toys, even the blue one.
"There is no way that is going to fit,” Chu Wanning said while trying his very best to look unruffled. He looked very ruffled.
“Don’t try to pretend like you can't take it. I saw your blue toy. The smaller ones weren’t enough, huh?”
“That’s- I’ve never even used that one! I only bought it recently-” He abruptly cut himself off.
It took a moment for what he said to catch up to Mo Ran, and when it did, he was filled with disbelief and giddiness.
“Wanning. Please tell me the truth, did you buy that dildo before or after I started living here?”
Did you buy it because of me was left unsaid.
“……”
A wave of arousal hit Mo Ran so strongly he was left dizzy and reeling. Chu Wanning refused to answer, but his silence told Mo Ran everything he needed to know.
“Baobei, I gotta say, you weren’t exactly… subtle about your hiding place.” Mo Ran mussed cautiously. “They were just sitting in a box on your floor.”
Mo Ran could practically see Chu Wanning’s tail puffing up and his hackles raising.
“I- It’s not like I exactly had a reason to hide them before!” He defended. “I lived by myself and it's not like I ever got any visitors- certainly not ones that were coming to my room. And besides, they used to live on a shelf in my closet. I only recently moved them to somewhere more accessible because I-”
Once again, he realized he was revealing too much and snapped his mouth shut. He refused to look at Mo Ran; instead glaring intently at a spot in the wall over Mo Ran’s shoulder like it had personally offended him.
But it was too late. Mo Ran had heard too much and he had sunk his teeth in, refusing to let go of it.
“What was that, Wanning? You needed to have easy access to them because you’ve been desperately fucking yourself since I moved in? Have I been making you just as horny as you’ve been making me?" Wait, is that why he takes such long showers?
Not waiting for an answer, Mo Ran continued to let his mouth run, to Chu Wanning's chagrin. “Me too, baobei. I couldn’t get you out of my head before and I certainly can’t now. My dick has practically been chaffing from all the jerking off I’m doing.”
“Mo Ran! Impertinent! Shameless! What were you even doing in my room in the first place?”
Mo Ran was hit with a twinge of guilt.
“Ah, about that… I truly wasn’t looking to invade your privacy. I just went in there to grab your bathrobe for you, and they were just sitting right there. Ever since then, it's been all I can think about. Fuck, it's so hot how slutty you are.”
“N-not slutty.”
Deciding that he had bullied and teased Chu Wanning enough (for now), Mo Ran finally slipped his hands under Chu Wanning’s shirt and slowly pushed it up to reveal his toned stomach, his perky, dusky nipples, and finally his defined collarbones. Like that, with the shirt framing his chest, he looked positively sinful. His chest was covered in a light pink flush, and Mo Ran decided his shirt was fine just where it was.
He couldn’t resist the urge to lean down and take one of those cute nipples into his mouth, giving it a slight nip and then soothing it with his tongue.
“M-Mo Ran!” Chu Wanning gasped in surprise. His hands flew to Mo Ran’s hair like he wanted to push him away, but then changed his mind and left them where they were.
Mo Ran switched sides to give his neglected nipple some attention, and brought his thumb up to worry over the other spit-slick bud. He pinched at it lightly just to hear Chu Wanning gasp and jolt again.
When he finally pulled his head back to admire his handiwork, both of the buds were slightly puffy and damp with saliva, and his chest was heaving. Chu Wanning looked so damn good disheveled.
From this angle, he could also see how Chu Wanning's dick strained against his slacks, but when he went to undo his belt buckle, Wanning panicked and grabbed both of his wrists.
“Wanning… I already know you’re wearing your other panties, if that's what you're worried about me seeing,” Mo Ran reassured him.
“That’s-!” Chu Wanning looked like he wanted to argue, but had no rebuttal. This time, when Mo Ran went to undo his pants, he didn’t stop him.
Mo Ran was filled with reverence as he slowly pulled down the trousers of the object of his affection. Once his underwear was revealed, he had to pause so he could bite his lip and take it all in. Chu Wanning instinctively went to cover himself with his hands, but Mo Ran was having none of it. He grabbed the slender wrists and held them to the side so he could look his full. Sure enough, the white panties with lace trim that he had seen before adorned Chu Wanning's hips. He was hard, and his cock tented the fabric and had left a visible wet spot already. Fuck, Mo Ran had barely touched his and he was already this wet.
He pulled the pants off fully and also took his time to appreciate each inch of smooth, pale skin that was revealed to him.
Unwilling to remove the panties just yet, Mo Ran gently helped Chu Wanning flip onto his front so he could bear witness to the sight of Chu Wanning’s perky ass encased in white cotton and lace. Unable to stop himself, he used both his hands to grab a handful of the ample flesh, and Chu Wanning let out a quiet, surprised noise and rutted against the bed in response.
Finally unable to wait, Mo Ran pulled aside the fabric to reveal that hidden treasure between Chu Wanning’s cheeks. He frowned in confusion. It was pink and cute just like he imagined, but it was a little too flushed and slightly shining, almost as if….
“Fuck, you were playing with yourself, weren't you? Did you come back to your room to get one of your toys?”
From how Chu Wanning tenses at the question, Mo Ran knows he hit the nail on the head.
“Fuck, baobei, that's so hot. I need to see how you play with yourself. Please. ”
“Mo Ran…”
With embarrassed reluctance, Chu Wanning brought a hand back to push down his underwear and left it to cup the curve of his ass. He then took one shy finger, and rubbed it back and forth against his hole. Without further preamble, Chu Wanning sunk his middle finger into himself up to the knuckle. Mo Ran bit his lip as he watched him work it in and out of himself as small, barely perceptible gasps floated over to Mo Ran’s ears. After only a few moments, a second finger joined the first, sinking inside just as quickly and easily. Mo Ran brought one hand to each cheek and used them to spread his ass and give himself a direct view of where Chu Wanning had two dainty fingers working inside himself.
“Fuuuckk, Wanning, that pussy really is greedy. Doesn’t want to let them go,” Mo ran groaned at the sight. Chu Wanning sputtered in indignation, but there was no way Mo Ran was able to miss the way he tightened at his words.
“It’s not a-” Chu Wanning couldn’t seem to get the word out. “Don’t call it that.”
Mo Ran decided to let it go for the time being, but only because he was getting too desperate and impatient to wait for much longer. As hot as Chu Wanning fingering himself was, his fingers were rather thin, and he was going to need a lot more than that if he wanted to take Mo Ran.
Mo Ran snatched the discarded lube from the bedspread. Chu Wanning jumped and stilled his hand when he felt the trickle of cold lube over where he had two fingers buried inside. Gathering up some lube that had started to drip down, Mo Ran pushed one of his own fingers right alongside the two of Chu Wanning’s. It was a tight fit, but the glide was smooth enough that he was able to sink it into the last knuckle.
Chu Wanning clenched and gasped in shock at the sudden intrusion.
Mo Ran's heart rate sped up at how hot and tight it felt inside of him, and he forced himself to take a deep breath. Slowly, he began to pump his finger in and out of Chu Wanning. The man followed him after a moment of hesitation, and once they found a rhythm, a second finger followed Mo Ran’s first. A shudder ran through Chu Wanning at the stretch and together, they began the process of fingering Chu Wanning and opening him up for Mo Ran’s cock.
With the angle of his fingers, it was quite easy for Mo Ran to crook his fingers and hit Chu Wanning’s prostate every time he pressed it. Each time, Chu Wanning let out a small involuntary noise and pressed backward against both of their fingers. Mo Ran could tell it was starting to get to him. The small noises grew in pitch and frequency, and he could tell Wanning was getting close.
“Mo Ran, ah, please,” Chu Wanning wined, unsure of what exactly he was looking for, just knowing he needed something from Mo Ran. Mo Ran took pity on him and used his free hand to reach around and make a loose fist around his cock, giving him something to rut into. At the same time, he increased the pace of his fingers. At this point, Chu Wannin’s hand had stilled and he had left his fingers buried inside. Whether it was because his arm had gotten tired from the awkward angle or he simply liked the fullness, neither of them were sure. Chu Wanning sounded truly desperate, and he began to shake as he couldn’t tell which sensation to chase. All of a sudden, it became too much for him, and he pressed his free fist against his mouth to muffle a truly obscene whine as he came all over Mo Ran’s hand.
Mo Ran gently slowed the movement of his wrist to a halt and left his fingers deep inside to give him something to clench around as he came down from his sudden and intense orgasm. Once the aftershocks had stopped making shivers run through Chu Wanning, Mo Ran gently and slowly extracted his fingers, Chu Wanning’s own reluctantly following behind. Mo Ran was already breathing hard, and the sight of Chu Wanning’s hole fluttering at the sudden emptiness and struggling to close left him completely breathless.
“Wanning, please, I need to see your face.” Mo Ran begged, unable to take it anymore. With the help of Mo Ran’s hand on his hip, Chu Wanning managed to roll over and flop bonelessly onto his back, face to face with Mo Ran once again. Once his eyes focused in the low lighting at the man kneeling in front of him, he was horrified to see that Mo Ran was licking Chu Wanning’s come off his hand.
“Mo Ran, what are you doing?!” he shrieked at him. “That’s filthy!”
Mo Ran’s eyes shined. “How can it be filthy if it's you?” Mo Ran said, his face filled with earnesty.
“.....” said Chu Wanning. He truly had no words.
Once he had cleaned off a few of his fingers, Mo Ran reached down to spread the remainder over his own cock, and Chu Wanning wasn’t sure which was worse.
When he finally took in how huge and imposing Mo Ran's cock was, all thoughts of Mo Ran wetting his dick with his own spend disappeared.
Making sure Chu Wanning was as comfortable, Mo Ran propped his hips up slightly by sliding a pillow underneath and making sure there was one cushioning his head too. He then ran his clean hand down Chu Wanning’s leg, stopping when he got to the panties that were still tangled around his thighs. It broke his heart a little bit to completely take them off, but he reminded himself that this hopefully wouldn't be the last time he would see Wanning in them.
Mo Ran thought of some other fun uses they could have, if Chu Wanning let him- like shoving his own used panties in his mouth and using them as a makeshift gag.
Path finally clear, Mo Ran spread Chu Wanning’s legs enough to accommodate him and shuffled forward until Chu Wanning’s thighs rested against his hips. Mo ran pressed up against his hole. Not putting it inside, but simply rubbing the tip over where Chu Wanning was opening and wanting again and again.
“Can I fuck you? Can I put it inside? Please, baobei?”
“Just get on with it!” Chu Wanning snapped at Mo Ran’s embarrassing begging.
Mo Ran’s face lit up, and with Chu Wanning’s stamp of approval, he lined himself up with Chu Wanning’s wet hole, and slid forward.
The slide was smooth and slow. Mo Ran fucked into him steadily and without pause, pushing his legs forward with hands on the back of his knees to get as deeply seated in Chu Wanning as possible.
Chu Wanning let out a truly desperate noise, struggling to take a cock far bigger than anything he had previously fucked himself with. His mouth had dropped open and his fingers were buried in and gripping the blanket beneath them. His muscles clenched and fluttered around Mo Ran as they worked to adjust. Mo Ran let out a low moan at the feeling.
“Shit, baobei, your pussy is so tight.”
Chu Wanning tried his very hardest to glare at him, but with how flustered and teary-eyed he was, he ended up looking more like an adorable bullied kitten.
Once Chu Wanning had stopped shaking and clenching around him, Mo Ran adjusted his grip on the back of his knees and told him, “Relax for me, baby” as his only warning before slowly pulling most of the way out and then sinking back inside. Chu Wanning jolted at the sudden rush of sensation, but his cock was leaking against his belly.
After a few thrusts to get him used to the feeling, Mo Ran picked up his pace and started fucking into him, hard. Chu Wanning started to let out ah, ah, ah s every time Mo Ran bottomed out, and reached up to grab Mo Ran's shoulder to steady himself. Mo Ran leaned forward and kissed him, sloppy and uncoordinated. He used the moment to switch to shallow, deep thrusts and grinding into the man beneath him. Chu Wanning let out a sob into his mouth.
Like that, Mo Ran had Chu Wanning practically folded in half, his thighs pressed against his chest. He stayed close even when he broke the kiss, and used the angle to alternate between pulling out and fucking Wanning with the whole length of his cock, or staying close and getting as deep as he possibly could. For his part, Chu Wanning was a mess, tears were running down his face, and he couldn’t seem to keep his mouth shut, no matter how hard he tried. His cock was an angry red, and he snaked a hand towards it until Mo Ran caught his wrist and pushed it up to pin it by his head,
“No, baby, please, I want to see you come on my cock,” his voice was pleading and his eyes were wild with desperation. “I know you can do it.”
Chu Wanning moaned miserably but didn’t try to fight him on it, probably aware that it was in fact something he could do. Mo Ran desperately wanted to know how he figured that out.
He was getting fairly close himself.
“Can I come inside, baobei, please,” he begged, breathless. “Can I come in your pretty hole and breed you?”
Just like that, Chu Wanning came all over himself. He sobbed through it, overstimulated and inconsolable. He clenched down hard around Mo Ran, his cock adding come to the mess of precome and sweat already on his stomach.
The sight and the feeling of Chu Wanning tightening around him immediately put Mo Ran on the edge. He cursed and leaned down to bite Wanning’s shoulder, managing a few more clumsily thrusts before following Chu Wanning over the edge.
He moaned into his shoulder and filled Chu Wanning up as deep as he could go, as if trying to make sure it took.
The two of them stayed like that for a moment, aftershocks running through Chu Wanning as shutters, and Mo Ran’s hips occasionally twitching forward. He leaned back enough to look at Chu Wanning, to cup his face and wipe away a few tears with his thumb. Chu Wanning had stopped crying, instead sniffling lightly and leaning his head into Mo Ran’s hand.
Once the feeling of Chu Wanning’s wet walls around him got to be unbearable, Mo Ran leaned back and reluctantly and slowly pulled his cock out from Chu Wanning. The older man hissed and whined, his legs trying to lock around Mo Ran to keep him inside. Mo Ran placed a kiss against the side of his knee.
“I know you don’t want to let me go, don’t want to be empty,” Mo Ran reassured. “But your come is starting to dry, and pretty soon you’re going to feel sticky and gross, so let me get you cleaned up.”
Finally able to pull himself out completely, Mo Ran groaned quietly at the sight of Chu Wanning’s ruined hole. It was flushed red and gaped where it was unable to fully close after being bullied open so wide. Chu Wanning’s hole fluttered and tried to clench down around nothing, forcing a trickle of come out. Mo Ran couldn’t resist using his thumb to gather it up and push it back inside, feeling Chu Wanning clench around his thumb.
Unhappy but knowing it was necessary, Mo Ran's thumb retreated and he stood from the bed. He hurried towards their shared bathroom. The shower was still running (whoops) and the water had gone tepid. Mo Ran briefly considered bringing Chu Wanning to the shower and cleaning the both of them that way, but decided against making him walk. Instead, he grabbed a washcloth and wet it under the running water before finally turning the shower off, and hurried back to Chu Wanning's room.
When he reentered the room, Chu Wanning had sat up with difficulty and was now making his way to the side of the bed, as if he was going to attempt walking. He had also pulled on his undershirt despite his stomach and best being messy with sweat and come.
“Wanning… what are you doing?” Mo Ran questioned warily.
“I’ll just… get out of your hair now."
“But this is your room. Where are you going?”
That stopped Chu Wanning in his tracks, like he hadn't really thought this through. Taking advantage of his pause, Mo Ran returned to the bed and gently guided him back to lay against the pillows.
“Please, at least let me clean you up,” Mo Ran said a little pleadingly.
Chu Wanning stayed silent, and Mo Ran figured that was as close to a 'yes' as he was going to get. He started by pushing up his shirt and running the wet warm towel across his abdomen where it was still speckled with come. The shirt would need to be washed as soon as possible, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Mo Ran coaxed Chu Wanning’s legs open once more. Mo Ran’s come had leaked out of him, and some had dripped down his thigh. Mo Ran bit his lip. He certainly felt normal and not at all unhinged about the sight of his crush for years well fucked and leaking his come.
“Stop starring” Chu Wanning snapped, but with none of his usual heat. When Mo Ran looked up at him, he was staring at the ceiling and there was a slight quiver to his lower lip that Mo Ran didn’t like the look of at all. His eyes were still swollen and red from crying before, but now the sight just made Mo Ran’s heart clench.
“Is something wrong?” he asked tentatively, voice filled with concern.
“I’m fine,” came the immediate reply. Mo Ran waited, knowing there was more, but that Chu Wanning needed a moment to gather his words. “It’s just… why are you doing this, Mo Ran?”
That was certainly not what he had expected. “What do you mean?”
“This,” Chu Wanning gestured between the two of them. “You taking care of me and treating me like a lover. It’s clear you’re only looking for a hookup and this makes it… confusing.”
Mo Ran frowned. “First of all, this is pretty standard treatment for any sexual partner. I would be a pretty shitty guy if I didn’t-” Chu Wanning’s face darkened.
“But that’s not the point,” he rushed to explain. “I’m not doing this out of obligation or anything, I’m doing it because I want to. And what makes you think I only want a hookup?”
“But- but you said. During. That I was a…” Chu Wanning couldn’t finish the sentence, unwilling or unable to put his heart on his sleeve when he was already in such a vulnerable state.
“Shit, baby, I’m sorry. That was just dirty talk,” Mo Ran was quick to read between the lines and pick up on what Chu Wanning was referring to. “Whatever I said, I didn’t really mean it. But if you don’t like it I promise I won’t say shit like that, okay?”
“I didn’t….. dislike it.” Chu Wanning clarified. Mo Ran resisted the urge to tease him, not when he was being so honest.
“Look, if you’re unsure of how I feel, I’ll make it clear: I like you. I want to be with you. I want to wake up every morning to your face and make you breakfast for as long as you’ll let me. I really, really like you."
Mo Ran’s heart dropped when that seemed to make Chu Wanning’s expression even darker and more closed off.
“Don’t… don’t say things you don’t mean. Why would you want to be with someone like me?”
“What do you mean, someone like you? Someone handsome, smart, caring, talented, sexy?”
Chu Wanning scoffed. “I know my reputation. People say I’m cold-hearted, and bitter. And I’m…. old. Much older than you.”
“Shit, Wanning, that’s hot."
Despite avoiding eye contact until that point, Chu Wanning whipped his head to look at him with an incredulous expression.
“Mo Ran! Shameless!”
“It’s true!” Mo Ran exclaimed, and then reminded himself to focus. “But, seriously… I don’t want to brush off how you feel. If anyone says those things about you, they’re wrong. They don’t know you. But I do, and you couldn’t be the furthest thing from cold-hearted. Fuck those people.”
Chu Wanning squinted at him and gave him an assessing look, as if trying to gauge how honest he was being. Mo Ran focused all of his attention on giving him the most honest and sincere puppy-dog eyes he could possibly manage, which, was something he had lots of practice with in the past.
“If you don’t feel the same way about me, I understand. I’ll respect your boundaries. I can start looking for new places soon.” It hurt Mo Ran to say it, but he needed to make it clear that he would never pressure Chu Wanning into a relationship.
“Wait!” Chu Wanning interjected. “I never said… that I don’t feel the same way.”
He wasn’t able to meet Mo Ran’s eyes, but Mo Ran understood his sincerity, and his previously dashed hopes threatened to rise again.
“You mean you do feel the same way? You like me too?” Mo Ran hesitantly supplied. He had a feeling Chu Wanning wasn’t ready to say it on his own yet, so we would risk everything by offering him the words.
Chu Wanning gave a small nod and forced himself to keep facing Mo Ran, even if he was burning a hole with his stare at some point on the wall over Mo Ran’s shoulder.
“I do. I’ve…. Liked you for a while, Mo Ran,” he said softly.
Mo Ran’s heart soared. Forgetting all delicacy, he surged forward to wrap his arms around Chu Wanning and press kisses to his forehead and cheeks. Chu Wanning stiffened at first, but slowly relaxed and raised his own arms to squeeze Mo Ran just as hard. Clutching him like he was afraid he would disappear.
“I’m seriously so happy, Wanning.”
"Me too," came the quiet response by his ear.
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Thirty minutes later, when the both of them were mostly clean and changed into comfy clothes, and cuddling under the blankets, Mo Ran couldn’t help but ask something.
“Have you really liked me for a while? How long?”
Chu Wanning scoffed and ignored the second question. “Do you think I would let just anybody take my virginity?”
The blood rushed to Mo Ran’s dick so quickly that it left him lightheaded.
“Your… virginity?”
Chu Wanning seemed to want to change the subject, but Mo Ran had zeroed in on it like a hunting dog getting a whiff of blood.
“Baobei, we gotta do it again. I have so much more to show you,” Mo ran lit up. “This time you can ride me!
Chu Wanning smacked his shoulder without much heat, probably unable to admit that he liked the idea. Mo Ran was beaming at him, and Chu Wanning couldn't help but return his grin with a tiny smile of his own. That expression is what Mo Ran was always aiming for, and there was little he wouldn't trade to keep it there for as long as he could.
Fin-
Chapter 2
Notes:
it took sometime- but im back with wanning pov!
thanks again for the kind response to the first chapter!
this chapter is like. a little bit of angst bc Wanning is the Way that he is and then mostly porn lol. enjoy !
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
It wasn’t part of Chu Wanning’s plan to fall in love with his student.
Especially not the outgoing, well-liked, and charming student who hated his guts. Not someone so far out of his reach.
Chu Wanning’s contemptible feelings for Mo Ran had developed almost immediately after meeting him. On the first day of class, the young man had approached Chu Wanning after the end of his lecture. By then, Chu Wanning had accepted that he almost always made a bad impression on his students, as he was one of the few professors who started actually teaching and assigning homework during the first few days of the semester. So when he had seen a tall, effortlessly handsome man approach his desk while the rest of the students grumbled and filed out of the room, he felt that certainly, he was about to get a complaint from a student who had expected university to be all partying and no work.
Instead, he was left speechless when the man flashed a smile at him and said, “I’ve heard a lot about you, professor. I’m looking forward to learning from you!”. Even more shocking than the student’s words, was the way that Chu Wanning’s heart started to race at his sincerity. He entertained for a moment that perhaps the man was playing a joke on him. After all, whenever people ‘heard a lot about him’, it was never good things. But his confidence in that idea waned when the student, who introduced himself as Mo Ran, began to prattle on about how he had read about Chu Wanning’s work, and that he had planned to study mechanical engineering himself. When Mo Ran finally glanced at the time and excused himself to rush out of his classroom in order to make it to his next lecture, Chu Wanning was left a little dumbfounded.
And so his crush on Mo Ran began to sprout, like an unsightly weed. Being ten years the man’s senior, he couldn’t help but feel a bit disgusted at his unwanted feelings, and tried to reason with himself that he was simply flustered because Mo Ran was one of the first students to show enthusiasm and appreciation for his work. But even when he was too harsh on Mo Ran and caused him to hate him for several years, just like the rest of his students, he couldn’t seem to squash those wayward feelings.
He was fully aware that they would never and could never go anywhere, so he resigned himself to a one-sided crush that would hopefully fade away once Mo Ran graduated and he no longer saw his dimpled smile on a regular basis. But like the universe was playing a cruel prank on him, against all odds, Mo Ran decided to become his TA along with his much more well-behaved cousin, Xue Meng. Chu Wanning secretly cherished the extra time they were able to spend together, but sometimes he found himself thinking that it would have been easier if Mo Ran simply moved on and forgot him, because being around the man in a personal setting was making the feelings that he had spent years burying harder to ignore.
Chu Wanning was not a man who was particularly comfortable with desire. That uncomfortable infliction rarely bothered him, and the odd time that he would wake up from a dream hard and aching, he would stubbornly refuse to acknowledge it until it went away on its own. Yet after Mo Ran awakened feelings that had been hibernating deep inside of Chu Wanning for years, those sorts of things became harder to ignore. Often Mo Ran would star in Chu Wanning’s more shameful dreams, and he would wake up still feeling Mo Ran’s phantom touch on his skin. After several months of being inflicted, he had finally given in and touched himself.
He was disgusted with himself, that first time.
It was bad enough that he was harboring indecent feelings and desires for a man ten years his junior, and his student no less, but using him as fantasy while touching himself was unforgivable. Yet after the first time, he couldn’t get himself to stop. For a long time, simply using his hand to pleasure himself- and occasionally sticking two fingers in his mouth to suck on while wishing it was something more- was enough. But once Mo Ran began as his TA, and he spent much of his time working with him, sometimes alone, Chu Wanning became even more pent up. It had stopped feeling like enough.
After a night spent drowning himself in both wine and self-loathing, he made his first purchase of a sex toy.
By the time that it arrived, he had already managed to erase from his memory the shameful impulse purchase, and only seeing the package in front of his door made him remember his horrible drunk decision. His face had drained of color, and then turned a bright red, and he had snatched the package inside with the intent to throw it away or maybe burn it. Unable or unwilling to deal with it right away, he shoved it to the back of his bottom dresser drawer and the back of his brain. And there it had sat, for a week, burning a hole in the back of his mind, taunting him, and he eventually gave in by telling himself he was simply going to look at it.
Even he knew he was lying to himself.
His first attempt had been very awkward. He had ordered lube along with the toy, a small red vibrator, and while he had no idea how to use any of it, he figured it wouldn’t be too hard. Yet his lack of knowledge failed him, and despite using copious lube, trying to force the toy into his hole had been uncomfortable. After his failure of an attempt, he told himself that that was enough, that his curiosity was sated.
But a week after, while reviewing the class curriculum with his TAs, Mo Ran had thrown him for a loop. As was customary, Chu Wanning’s long inky hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but he had opted for a softer-looking low ponytail instead of his usually severe high ponytail. At that point in the day, he was feeling a little foolish, and he was stewing with embarrassment over trying something new in a pointless attempt to catch the attention
of
Mo Ran
someone
. While reviewing the notes in front of him and refusing to look too directly at his two TAs, Mo Ran’s voice snapped him out of his self-deprecating spiral.
“Professor Chu, your hair looks really pretty today! Oh, some of it’s in your face, let me help '' surprised, Chu Wanning turned to look at Mo Ran and was met with a warm, dimpled smile. Before he could even process or respond to the sudden compliment Mo Ran was reaching towards him to gently brush some loose hair from his face and tuck it behind his ear. His fingers brushed against the sensitive shell of his ear, causing a barely repressed shiver to run through him. Chu Wanning stared at Mo Ran’s still smiling face, frozen in shock. His heart was racing as he yelled at himself internally to stop standing there like an idiot and say something.
To his relief and dismay, the moment was broken by Xue Meng. “Mo Ran, you're shameless- stop teasing Professor Chu! Have some decency for once.” Mo Ran simply laughed and bantered back with Xue Meng. While the two of them squabbled, Chu Wanning hurried to look back at his notes and computer, willing his flaming face to settle itself.
Teasing, of course. Mo Ran only did something like that to get a rise out of him. Yet despite that, Chu Wanning couldn’t get his heart rate under control. Despite that, he spent the rest of the day distracted and flustered, and dismissed the two of them early so he could retreat back to his apartment as soon as possible.
Once he was home, Chu Wanning steeled his resolve and opened up an incognito tab to do some shameful googling. He was determined to try again.
The second time, he forced himself to actually read the website’s advice about taking it slow. Instead of immediately jumping to trying to shove the toy inside, it advised him to spend time working himself up and getting ‘in the mood’. This was something he was unfamiliar with, as every time he touched himself it was because he was already hard and desperate, and was finally giving in to his body's demands- physical proof of his own weakness.
Stripping himself of his clothes and trying his best to ignore any usual thoughts of how foolish or unsightly he must look, Chu Wanning laid back on his bed.
He thought back to the online suggestions and hesitantly brought a hand to ghost against his exposed chest, catching on one of his perked nipples. The sensation sent a surprise jolt through him. He hadn’t expected to be sensitive there. Nervously, he brought his hand back up to the peak of his chest and shyly ran his fingers over it, a small shudder going through him. The spark of pleasure made him bolder, and he gently pinched and groped at his chest with one hand while the other snaked down his body. He forced himself to be patient and ignore the place he wanted to touch most, so he ran his hand over his stomach first, goosebumps sprouting in its wake. Deliberately avoiding his cock that was beginning to fill, he moved his hand to grip his thigh instead.
While his hands were not particularly small, his fingers were slender and certainly not as long as Mo Ran’s. The younger man had nice hands. Distracting hands. Large and sturdy, that made Chu Wanning’s hands look dainty and small by comparison. Chu Wanning couldn’t help but imagine how small they would make one of his wrists look if wrapped around it, or his thigh. How easily he would be able to grip the entire thing, perhaps leaving behind bruises in the shape of his fingertips. He started to conjure the image of Mo Ran’s hand encompassing his cock, and a flame burned in his lower stomach.
He tried not to think about how the rough calluses on Mo Ran’s hands would feel against his skin.
Chu Wanning was fully hard.
Not having the patience to tease himself any longer, he figured it was as good a time as any to move on to the next step. Retrieving the partially empty bottle of lube that had been lying on the bed in his line of sight like a warning, he turned on to his side and pulled a knee towards his chest. He had read online that it would be easier this way. He snapped open the bottle and clumsily spread some on his fingers, so worked up and antsy that he jumped slightly at the cold and slick feeling. He reached behind himself and slowly brought his fingers to the hidden spot between his legs. He wasn’t brave enough to try putting a finger in right away, and instead experimentally rubbed a finger gently at the puckered flesh that was warm and twitching. It was an odd sensation, but not unpleasant, and helped him to relax his muscles in preparation of what was to come. Once the lube had warmed up enough from his body heat, he tried dipping in his middle finger. To his shock, It sank into the softened flesh with ease, his body eager and accepting the intrusion easily. Chu Wanning bit his lip at the sudden fullness. There was still a hint of the burn like the last time, but Chu Wanning found himself relishing somewhat at the feeling, not overwhelmingly painful like last time.
Once he had gotten a feel for it, he finally pushed his second finger in alongside the first. The burn intensified, but it only served to heighten the feeling of fullness that Chu Wanning was beginning to find he might enjoy. He panted as he pumped his fingers in and out a few times. As he worked himself open, his mind drifted again to Mo Ran’s hands. His fingers were quite a bit thicker than his, and he couldn’t stop himself from picturing how much more full he would feel if Mo Ran were the one fingering him. Just two fingers was enough that he would be stretched even wider than the toy, and could imagine how he would protest at the overwhelming stretch, but Mo Ran would know what he needed, and would ignore his empty complaints. How many fingers would he have to take before he could fit Mo Ran’s cock, he wondered? He let out a quiet noise at the thought, and his free hand rushed to cover his mouth out of shame. The speed of his fingers increased, uninterested in being gentle with himself.
The clutch of his body around his fingers was warm and slick. Snug, but he no longer had to force the fingers in or fight his body to pull them out. He deemed himself ready for the toy. When he went to remove his fingers, he brushed up against something that made his stomach clench. He had read about that spot- that must be his prostate. Probing around the area, a gasp slipped out when he pressed against that spot more firmly and caused sparks to shoot through his body. He couldn’t resist the temptation to thrust his fingers against it a few times, his cock beginning to ache and leak at the intense internal stimulation- its protest at having been ignored for so long. Online it had said that this spot varied from person to person and that some people weren’t particularly sensitive there. Chu Wanning supposed he fell into the pool of people that were.
His orgasm was beginning to slowly build in his stomach already and was determined not to get carried away. He attempted again to pull his fingers out from inside himself, this time with success. He hadn’t expected the following feeling of emptiness to be so uncomfortable, and already he was missing the stretch and burn of having something inside of him. He felt his rim flutter a little in protest.
As if to mollify his body, he reached for the toy that had been lying menacingly on the bed next to him. It didn’t look so big or impossible to put inside anymore. In fact, the width was only slightly wider than his two fingers. He pointedly ignored the small twinge of disappointment deep in his stomach.
He rushed to coat it in lube, more eager than he would like to admit to move on to the next step. He brought the toy to where his body was twitching and silently asking for more. At the feel of the cool plastic against warm flesh, he reflexively tensed and felt his muscles clench up again. Taking a deep breath, he let his mind wander to how he felt just moments before with his fingers inside. Urging himself to relax, he pressed the toy forward.
Despite his body’s initial reluctance, his muscles easily took the toy inside, seeming almost greedy to be full again. There was the familiar burn that he was growing accustomed to, but he shuddered in delight at the fullness.
After taking a moment to adjust, he clenched experimentally around the toy. It wasn’t particularly long, and it was just long enough to graze against his prostate. He groaned in frustration and shifted his hips to try and get the vibrator to press up against where he wanted it to no avail.
Annoyed, but unwilling to let it deter him, he cautiously reached to turn the toy to ‘On’.
Immediately, it buzzed to life. Chu Wanning squirmed and jerked at the sudden onslaught of sensation. He was unable to stay still, pressing backward toward the toy and then forwards when it became too much, as if that would allow him any mercy. He heard a desperate, needy sound, and was horrified to realize it was coming from him. He shoved two fingers into his mouth, with the dual intent of muffling the noises he was involuntarily letting out and giving himself something to fill his mouth.
He didn’t even have to move the toy, and he could already feel the pleasure in his stomach start to build again. His spare hand gripped at the sheets, desperate to touch his cock that was leaking and twitching against his thigh, but Chu Wanning was unwilling to let it end just yet.
Inspired by his exploration earlier, Chu Wanning took the spit-soaked fingers from his mouth and used them to rub against the nipple he had neglected earlier. The feeling was even more intense with the toy buzzing away inside of him, and emboldened, he delivered a strong pinch to the flushed bud.
Suddenly, orgasm hit Chu Wanning. Being so unexpected, he only had a chance to bring his hand to his cock to give himself something to rut against while he squirted over his belly. His body seized up, muscles tensing uncontrollably, and his inner muscles squeezing around the toy only served to intensify his orgasm and drag it out. Chu Wanning sobbed into the open air, trying to brace himself against what was, hands down, the most intense orgasm of his life.
It lingered, and as he started to come down the buzzing inside of him suddenly became too much, grating at his overstimulated nerves. He let out a miserable and overwhelmed moan, blindly groping behind him to turn off the toy, not pulling it out just yet.
Chu Wanning lay there for longer than he would like to admit, letting the aftershocks of the orgasm run through him, causing him to shutter at random intervals. His muscles clenched down randomly as well, and he embarrassingly appreciated having something to clench around.
Later that night, after a long, hot shower and a mug of tea, Chu Wanning found himself on the adult website he had ordered his toy from, shamefully adding things to his cart. While ordering more toys was depraved enough, Chu Wanning couldn’t help but let his mouse linger over an item advertised on the homepage. It was… women’s lingerie. He hadn’t much experience with that in real life, and even online it wasn’t something he paid much attention to. But something about them looked… soft. They were delicate and pretty, two descriptors that Chu Wanning would never apply to himself. But something about them was appealing, and he had the inkling it wasn’t because he wanted to see someone else try them on.
Closing out of the tab, he determined to put it out of his mind. He simply wouldn’t think about it anymore. Yeah, that obviously had been working well so far.
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Living with Mo Ran was nice. It was more than nice, in fact. Chu Wanning wasn’t sure what temporary insanity had overtaken him when he had offered his spare room to Mo Ran. It was just… he had looked so dejected and stressed when he spoke about his rooming situation, and all Chu Wanning had wanted was to make that look go away.
Regardless of how it happened, Chu Wanning was glad that it did. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so content, well-fed, and taken care of, if ever. Mo Ran had insisted on doing chores around the apartment in exchange for living there rent-free, like cooking and cleaning. Chu Wanning knew Mo Ran only did them out of obligation, but selfishly, he did nothing to stop him.
That wasn’t to say there were no downsides to living with Mo Ran. Namely, how much more worked up he felt being in such close proximity with him all the time. If he had thought it was bad before, Chu Wanning was constantly cursing how needy his body had seemed to become, recently. He was certain seeing Mo Ran walk around shirtless after a shower was taking years off his life.
He had many fewer opportunities to tend to his needs as well, living with a roommate. Chu Wanning was a notorious workaholic, and spending so much time at the university meant that it was rare for him to be home when Mo Ran wasn’t. He had expected when the younger man had moved in that he wouldn’t see him much; that Mo Ran would spend his spare time in other places with his numerous friends. But to his surprise, Mo Ran seemed to enjoy spending most of his spare time at the apartment, with the exception of going out once a week to pacify Xue Meng. It was almost as if he preferred being there with Chu Wanning rather than being anywhere else.
Strange.
And while Chu Wanning selfishly cherished every moment they were able to spend together, it did mean that any… personal time had to be restricted to during showers or after he was certain Mo Ran was asleep. It left him feeling a bit pent up.
But the main thing that kept it from being perfect was the knowledge it had an expiration date, and the guilt at enjoying the situation so much. How despicable was he, luxuriating in a living arrangement that was only brought about by Mo Ran’s misfortune and desperation? He practically manipulated Mo Ran into it, given that he didn’t have much of another choice, and he still had the gall to live out some kind of domestic fantasy with the man he had unrequited feelings for.
And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything to stop it. The two of them lived together like a couple, and both vehemently ignored that it was going to end.
The end, as Chu Wanning saw it, came sooner than he expected.
Everything came to a head one evening when Chu Wanning had returned home from work, and less than thirty minutes later walked into his bedroom to find Mo Ran knelt over a box of his most shameless items. Chu Wanning had never been more mortified.
He could see all of the wonderful things he had gained in the past few months crumbling to pieces in front of him. Panicked, as well as devastated, he refused to meet Mo Ran’s eyes, to face the disgust he knew he would find there. He responded the only way he knew how.
“It seems like this living arrangement was a bad idea. I think it’s probably best that you find somewhere else to live as soon as possible,” Chu Wanning forced out painfully, struggling to keep his voice devoid of any emotion. To his horror, his eyes began to prickle. “I truly apologize for making you uncomfortable, and I will do my best to distance myself in the future.”
His heart was breaking, letting go of Mo Ran like this. But he knew that ultimately, it was better for-
Wait, why was Mo Ran pressing against him? And why did he have something that felt like a Monster energy can shoved down his jeans? Was that-?!?
Chu Wanning’s mouth moved without permission, and he was pretty sure he could hear himself demanding that Mo Ran kiss him. What?!?!?!
Despite the amount of confusing or surprising feelings Chu Wanning had begun to experience since meeting Mo Ran, nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Mo Ran awkwardly turning his head towards him and placing a gentle, soft kiss on his lips. His first kiss.
Things were a blur, after that. One moment Mo Ran was leading him backward into his bedroom and pushing down onto his bed, the next he had two fingers buried inside of Chu Wanning and was opening him up for his cock. Mo Ran was his first love, took his first kiss, and took his first time, in that order.
Afterward, Chu Wanning steeled himself and prepared for the inevitable gentle letdown that he knew Mo Ran was kind enough to give. He hadn’t expected for Mo Ran to vehemently deny that he was just looking for a hookup, and to confess to him. If it weren’t for his certainty that Mo Ran didn’t have it in him to do something that cruel, he would think he was playing some sort of elaborate prank.
But Mo Ran had told him, eyes shining with sincerity, that he liked him. Chu Wanning wasn’t sure if he could fully believe him just yet, even with how much he wildly wanted it to be true, but even if Mo Ran was just toying with him, he would cling to whatever he could get.
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Their relationship was a whirlwind from there. Since they already lived together, it wasn’t long before Mo Ran was spending every night in Chu Wanning’s room, and by the second week, he had practically moved in there. Once they officially became a couple, it made Chu Wanning realize how much they had already been acting like one for weeks. They continued their domestic rituals, and the rest of their lives fell together like puzzle pieces.
Chu Wanning couldn’t help but sometimes feel like he was living out an elaborate dream that could be yanked from under his feet at any moment. That he would wake up alone in his apartment as unloved and unwanted as he had been before.
Mo Ran, being the attentive boyfriend that he was, noticed whenever Chu Wanning got into his self-deprecating moods, and always made sure to pay him extra special attention on those days. Mo Ran had managed to convince him that he had feelings for him (for some reason), but Chu Wanning would be damned if he managed to make him believe anything else about himself.
As for the man himself, Mo Ran seemed to fluctuate between two moods: teasing and bullying, and tooth-rottingly sweet and affectionate. These moods often extended to… the bedroom. Sometimes, similar to that first time he had found Mo Ran in his bedroom and had somehow ended up getting fucked stupid for the first time in his life on his bed, he liked to bully him. He would tease and call him names that would make him blush and protest on principle, even though he secretly enjoyed them, and he would leave hand-shaped bruises from gripping him tightly while he fucked him roughly.
But other times, he liked to take his time with it, making sure Chu Wanning felt every sensation as he slowly unraveled him. The things he said while in this mood were much worse, because instead of calling him a desperate slut, he would say how beautiful he was, how much he loved every part of his body. Chu Wanning was usually unable to look him in the eye for a bit afterward.
It was this sort of mood that Mo Ran found himself in one lazy Sunday morning after the two of them woke up in bed together. While Chu Wanning usually woke up first, on days without work he would usually stay in bed until Mo Ran woke up and dragged him to the kitchen so he could cook breakfast for the both of them- but this morning Mo Ran seemed to be in no hurry to leave bed.
Fighting through the haze of sleep, Chu Wanning woke up to feel Mo Ran running his hands through his hair. He would occasionally run his hand down the length of Chu Wanning’s back, ending dangerously close to his ass. The feeling was soothing and Chu Wanning felt no need to move or alert Mo ran of his presence, instead choosing to peacefully float on the edge of wakefulness and sleep.
Mo Ran groped his ass.
Caught off guard, Chu Wanning let out a small yelp. His eyes flew open to see Mo Ran staring down at him, a mischievous smile on his face.
“So nice of you to join me, baobei,” he teased lightheartedly.
Chu Wanning let out a hum that sounded suspiciously like a whine.
Mo Ran was laying behind him, and he wrapped an arm around his waist, pressing them together back to chest, ass to crotch. Mo Ran was awake in more ways than one.
“Are you so insatiable even so early?” Chu Wanning scolded halfheartedly, too sleepy to sound annoyed.
“Hm, certainly the noble Chu Wanning is above such despicable feelings.” Mo Ran teased back.
He spoke directly into his ear and pushed his hips forward. The only layers separating the two of them were Mo Ran’s thin boxers and the soft cotton of Chu Wanning’s panties. The hard head of Mo Ran’s eager cock pressed between Chu Wanning’s cheeks through the fabric, seeking where it had buried just the night before.
Simultaneously, Mo Ran brought his hand to the front of his panties where his cock was beginning to wake up and strain against the fabric, already creating a wet spot. Chu Wanning could practically hear Mo Ran’s smug smirk.
He continued to grind his dick against him, and Chu Wanning can’t help but give in to the instinct to press back into his movements. They continued like this for a moment, lazily escalating into dry humping. Once he was worked up enough, Mo Ran smoothly rolled Chu Wanning over onto his stomach, using his weight to press him into the mattress.
Nuzzling his face into the sensitive back of his neck, causing Chu Wanning to shiver, Mo Ran’s hand crept towards where Chu Wanning was still open and wet from the night before.
Still too abashed to sleep naked, last night Chu Wanning had clumsily pulled one of the shirts from their bedroom floor and tried to dress himself. Still too cock drunk and loose-limbed from orgasm, his arms refused to cooperate when he tried to pull it over his head. Chuckling fondly, Mo Ran gently took the shirt from him and urged Chu Wanning to raise his arms so he could slip it over his head. Retrieving the black panties (a gift from Mo Ran, he had said he loved how they contrasted against Chu Wanning’s pale skin) from the ground, he helped pull them up his legs, taking care to not jostle his sensitive cock or sore hole.
Chu Wanning had flushed a bit at the treatment, oscillating between feeling patronized by Mo Ran dressing him like a child, and soft and fuzzy inside from being taken care of so tenderly. But… he knew Mo Ran loved taking care of him. And while he wasn’t ready to admit it out loud, he loved it just as much. It was rare that he was able to let his mind clear and truly relax, but Mo Ran’s gentle touch and considerate actions always did it for him.
Now, dressed only in the panties Mo Ran picked out for him as well as what he was now realizing was Mo Ran’s T-shirt, he couldn’t help but feel a little… possessed. It wasn't something he had expected to enjoy the feeling of, but he had never belonged to anyone at all, and there was no one he would rather belong to than Mo Ran.
As for Mo Ran, Wanning could guess pretty well how Mo Ran felt about him wearing his clothes. The man was currently dragging the waistband of his underwear down, just enough to expose his ass. The front of the underwear was currently still in place, and Mo Ran’s adjustment put pressure on his dick trapped in the fabric. Chu Wanning fidgeted in an attempt to resist the urge to start humping the bed.
The elastic waistband was caught underneath the curve of his ass, shoring up the flesh and making his ass look even plumper than usual. Appreciating the view, Mo Ran couldn’t help but take a moment to take in how his tee had ridden up, exposing the smooth, pale flesh of his lower back. Chu Wanning squirmed under the weight of his heavy gaze.
“Don’t just stare,” hissed Chu Wanning, unable to take the embarrassment of being exposed and gawked at like this. A fond chuckle escaped Mo Ran, and he leaned forward to place a playful nip on a beauty mark located in the middle of Chu Wanning’s naked back.
“I understand,” Mo Ran mused with a hint of teasing in his voice. “You’re eager to get to the good stuff.”
Chu Wanning knew it was pointless, but he still couldn’t help but want to set the record straight. “That’s not-”
The words froze in his throat at the feeling of Mo Ran’s thumbs digging into the flesh of his cheeks and spreading him open like a ripe fruit.
“Don’t worry, baobei, I’m eager too,” Mo Ran said breathlessly.
To avoid invoking Chu Wanning’s ire again, Mo Ran didn’t hesitate. He slid one of his thumbs farther down to rub against the used hole. Sensitive and sore from the night before, Chu Wanning couldn't help but make a breathy noise and arch back into the contact. The abused hole was still pliant and soft, and Mo Ran applied pressure against it until it conceded and his thumb pressed inside to the first knuckle. Even without the use of lube, Chu Wanning was wet inside- slicked up with leftover lube and Mo Ran’s come. Chu Wanning tried to pretend that the thought of having Mo Ran’s come inside of him all night didn’t make him hot.
“You’re so sloppy down here,” Mo Ran said in awe. “It’s like you were made for this”
Unable to even bring himself to scold the younger man, Chu Wanning just buried his face into a pillow and pretended like he couldn’t hear him. There wasn’t enough lube for a fuck, maybe, but fingering was fair game.
Sinking his thumb in all the way, and pumping it in and out a few times, the come inside started to leak out. Mo Ran pressed his second thumb against the first, trying to sink the both of them in together. The hole resisted, and Chu Wanning whined at the stretch. Frowning, Mo Ran leaned forward to where his first thumb was buried inside Chu Wanning and began to lick at his rim.
Chu Wanning gasped at the sudden wet sensation. While not the first time Mo Ran had done this, it didn’t stop Chu Wanning from becoming a confusing mix of horrified and turned-on at the feeling of his boyfriend's tongue in such a private spot. Mo Ran diligently lapped at his rim, making sure to get it as wet as possible. Once he was able, he wiggled his tongue in beside his thumb and fucked into him with a combination of both. Only once Chu Wanning could hear an audible wet noise coming from behind, as well as feel spit start to drip down his perineum, did Mo Ran deem his work complete and pull his face back from where it was buried in Chu Wanning’s ass.
This time, when he tried to press the second thumb in, it slid inside with minimal resistance. It was still a stretch, and Chu Wanning bit down on his lip to keep from letting out any more embarrassing sounds. The fingers inside of him began to move, gently pumping in and out and stretching him little by little. Once he was stretched wide enough, Mo Ran pulled his thumbs out most of the way to spread his hole open in a cruel facsimile of how he had spread his ass to get a peak of said hole not even fifteen minutes prior. The same small entrance from before had been bullied open and was now flushed, slick, and stretched. Chu Wanning could feel how open he was, and he realized with a vague horror that Mo Ran could probably see into him.
“Fuck, this really is a hungry pussy.” Mo Ran remarked, sounding way too casual for the words that were coming out of his mouth.
There was that word that Mo Ran loved to torment him with, again. Chu Wanning could deny it all he liked, but the way his muscles clenched and fluttered told Mo Ran everything he needed to know about exactly how he felt about it.
Everything about the situation was so embarrassing that Chu Wanning couldn’t even begin to process it. Before he could even come to terms with that horrifying reality, Mo Ran proceeded to do something so humiliating he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He gathered all the saliva in his mouth and spat. Directly inside of him.
Chu Wanning was struck speechless.
Mo Ran cursed lowly under his breath at the picture Chu Wanning made, and he couldn’t reach into his boxers to pull out his aching dick fast enough. Dizzy and horny, he pressed the head of his cock up against Chu Wanning’s hole, rubbing against it and spreading around the mix of lube and come and spit.
He hadn’t actually meant to fuck him just yet, not without lube, but Chu Wanning leveraged himself against the mattress to press back against Mo Ran’s movements and he was open and slicked enough that the head started to push inside.
They both groaned.
Not one to pass up an opportunity presented to him, Mo Ran leaned over Chu Wanning until his chest was touching his back, and used his body weight to slowly sink in his cock. Because of the awkward position they were in, as well as the panties still half on, Mo Ran couldn’t get particularly deep, but Chu Wanning was still overwhelmed at the feeling of Mo Ran filling him. The lack of proper lube meant there was a bit of a drag, and Chu Wanning found he liked the rough feeling of it.
Mo Ran began fucking him shallowly, only able to use about two-thirds of his dick. He countered this by being brutal about it, putting his body weight behind every thrust. Each slam forward forced Chu Wanning’s hips downwards, with nowhere to go except to rut against the bed. His panties were probably a mess by now.
The combination of the rough treatment, as well as the grinding of his hips against the bed, was starting to make Chu Wanning think he could actually come just like this, and he was grateful for the pillow he was clutching onto for muffling his noises.
As if suddenly deciding that Chu Wanning was getting too much stimulation on his dick, Mo Ran wrapped an arm around his torso and pulled them both backward. Mo Ran landed on his ass on the bed, bouncing slightly, and Chu Wanning landed in his lap, facing away. The whole thing was able to be achieved without Mo Ran pulling out, and the force of falling backward onto his cock caused Chu Wanning to slide down Mo Ran’s cock until the man beneath him is fully sheathed.
The sudden, intensely overwhelming feeling of being filled to the brim pushed him over the edge.
Chu Wanning made a wounded noise as his cock spurted into his panties and his hole pulsed and tightened uncontrollably around Mo Ran. Mo Ran’s hips jerked at the clenching around him, further stretching out his orgasm. The blinding pleasure rushing throughout his body made his vision go blurry and his limbs tingle, gasping into the open air.
Mo Ran ran his hand up and down Chu Wanning’s side while he sobbed through his orgasm, as if soothing a wild animal. It took him a moment to catch his breath and stop shaking, squeezing intermittently around Mo Ran. While he waited, Mo Ran gathered his inky black hair into one hand and exposed his neck so he could leave kisses up and down it. He helped him slide the wet panties down his legs, tossing them to the side and leaving Chu Wanning naked except for Mo Ran’s T-shirt. Once the man in his lap had stopped taking shuttering breaths, Mo Ran leaned forward slightly to speak softly into his ear.
“Can you ride me, Wanning?” He placed another kiss on his neck, directly on the mole behind Chu Wanning’s ear.
Chu Wanning’s head dropped back onto Mo Ran’s shoulder and he let his eyes flutter shut. “Mo R’n, ‘m tired,” he slurred out, still not entirely in control of his tongue.
“I know, baobei,” Mo Ran assured. “I promise it’ll feel good. Please?”
Ultimately, unable to deny Mo Ran anything, Chu Wanning acquiesced. He leaned forward slightly to steady himself and placed his hands on Mo Ran’s bent knees for leverage. His first attempt ended in failure, his shaky legs giving out and he collapsed back down onto Mo Ran’s dick. The next time, Mo Ran placed his hands on Chu Wanning’s hips and guided them up, supporting his weight and partially lifting him, before letting him fall back down like he had before. Like this, the two of them build up a slow and steady rhythm. Mo Ran helping Chu Wanning up, and then letting gravity do the rest of the work for them.
Every time Mo Ran bottomed out, Chu Wanning couldn’t help but let out a wanton sounding keen at the feeling of being filled so thoroughly. As usual, Mo Ran’s cock felt impossibly large inside of him, like he could feel like it in his stomach. Based on the position he was in and the noises he was making, Chu Wanning couldn’t help but feel… somewhat slutty. Frowning, he cursed the fact that he was being so uncontrollably loud, whereas Mo Ran was able to keep his noises down to soft moans and the sound of heavy panting. Chu Wanning didn’t want to feel like the only one being undone.
“Mn, Mo Ran. Can I- turn around?” Chu Wanning forced out in between bounces. “I want to - ah - I want to see you.”
Mo Ran’s movements stilled. He leaned forward and bit down on Chu Wanning’s shoulder.
“ Fuck . Of course, you can, baobei,” Mo Ran said into his shoulder. “How did you get so cute?”
Chu Wanning decided not to dignify that with an answer, and instead accepted Mo Ran’s assistance in clumsily repositioning, his limbs refusing to listen to him. Once settled, Mo Ran was lying back against the pillows, a reverse of his position from earlier, and Chu Wanning was seated back on his cock, face to face. He felt a little smug to see that Mo Ran looked quite affected, too. His face was flushed, and his eyes were blown wide with arousal, gaze locked on Chu Wanning. Mo Ran frowned slightly when he realized his oversized T-shirt was keeping him from seeing the body of the man on his lap. It was Chu Wanning’s turn to frown in confusion when Mo Ran began to gather up the fabric at the bottom hem, but Mo Ran simply lifted it to Chu Wanning’s mouth. Realizing what he was indicating, he took a moment to debate on whether or not to obey. He decided that it might work as a makeshift gag that could hopefully keep his humiliating noises at bay, and he reluctantly opened his mouth to accept the fabric inside. He was now holding the T-shirt up with his mouth, keeping it out of the way so Mo Ran could gaze at his flushed chest and his cock.
“Is this better?” Mo Ran asked, slightly teasing. Chu Wanning huffed. “I’m glad I get to look at you, too. Wanning is beautiful.”
He sounded like he meant it, and as always, Chu Wanning didn’t know if that was better or worse.
“Shut up,” he mumbled around the shirt, without heat, while leaning forward to brace his hands against Mo Ran’s stomach. He slowly lifted off, recovered enough to move on his own, and Mo Ran simply watched him with his burning eyes.
He didn’t bother pulling all the way off, instead choosing to use half the length of Mo Ran’s dick to fuck himself. Unable to let the fullness go, he made sure to bury it inside himself to the hilt every time. He absentmindedly noted that he was hard again, but he was too focused on how good it felt to be filled up and thoroughly fucked to pay it much mind.
After watching passively for a moment, Mo Ran couldn’t resist letting his hands wander back to their previous location on Chu Wanning’s hips and bracing against the bed to fuck up into him. He was worked up, and Chu Wanning suspected he was getting there. He started bouncing on his cock harder.
All of a sudden, one of Mo Ran’s hands slid over from where it was positioned on his hip to rest on Chu Wanning’s stomach.
“Fuck, baby. Look,” Mo Ran’s voice was so thick that Chu Wanning would worry that something was wrong, if it weren’t for what he saw when he looked down.
Every time his hips came down to press against Mo Ran’s pelvis, and the entire length of his cock was buried inside, a small bump formed on Chu Wanning’s normally flat stomach. He froze, staring at the protrusion. Was that - ?
He experimentally lifted up his lips, and his stomach flattened back to its normal state. When he fell back down, it appeared again. Mo Ran was so deep inside of him he could see him through his stomach. Chu Wanning trembled. Mo Ran really was so big that his body couldn’t contain it, so big that he was forming Chu Wanning’s body around the shape of his cock?
“God, Wanning, fuck. That’s so fucking hot,” Mo Ran breathed out in an awed tone. "You're so full of me."
Chu Wanning picked up his riding again, then. The both of them had their eyes glued to where Mo Ran was moving inside of Chu Wanning’s body. Not pausing his movements, Chu Wanning’s hand joined the hand already placed on his abdomen, feeling Mo Ran's cock through his stomach. The combination of the visual and the feeling of Chu Wanning’s hole sucking at him was proving to be too much for Mo Ran, and he used his hand still on his hip to pull him down even harder each time, his hips rising to meet him.
When he came, he trusted up several times sharply, making sure to fuck his come as deep as possible inside. Chu Wanning moaned at the feeling of being filled up, and Mo Ran had him sit on his slowly softening dick while he jerked his cock- until Chu Wanning let out a cry around the fabric in his mouth now dampened with saliva and came all over Mo Ran’s stomach.
Chu Wanning let the shirt fall from his mouth as the two of them sat there, panting. He ignored the fact that it now had come and sweat on it, and decided that was a problem for later. From beneath him, Mo Ran shot him a dazzling smile.
“I love you, Wanning.” Mo Ran said, voice full of sincerity. Despite hearing them before, the words still caused Chu Wanning’s stomach to flip pleasantly. He wasn’t able to say it back yet, but Mo Ran could read between the lines when he surged forward to kiss him and then mumbled a “you too” quietly into his mouth.
Out of fear, Chu Wanning often refused to let himself believe many of the things that Mo Ran said to him. But this time, he allowed himself to think that, maybe, it might be true. And for now, that was more than enough.
FIN-
Notes:
hope y'all enjoyed !!!
it is imperitivie to me that everyone knows that i wrote most of this during work lol
im prob done with this au for a bit unless an idea strikes me, but i have some other ranwan stuff in the works. bye for now!
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