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Chu Wanning stirred in his sleep, a faint groan escaping his lips as a strange sensation washed over his body.
The previous day, Chu Wanning had traveled with Mo Ran to a nearby village to dispel a lingering spirit that had taken the form of a large lily, tainted black with yin energy. Overnight it had seemingly sprouted where the population was densest, a prime spot for luring in its prey. And while this spirit hadn’t been life threatening by any means, it had still been a great inconvenience to the villagers for it would release a pungent odor in the air and anyone with the misfortune of entering its cloud would be charmed, utterly enthralled and at the mercy of the flower’s whims.
Needless to say when the pair had arrived and saw a number of the villagers evidently overcome with lust, writhing in pleasure, it was no question that it needed to be dealt with. It wasn’t a long affair at all. While Mo Ran had tended to the villagers and distributed a recovery tonic Shi Mei prepared, Chu Wanning had drawn Tianwen and swiftly struck the mischievous flower down. Nothing remained save for some remaining remnants of pollen that had scattered in the air before absorbing into the earth.
Once the villagers had all regained consciousness and payment was exchanged, the esteemed Mo Zongshi and Yuheng Elder set out on their return to Sisheng Peak, hand in hand. The journey home had been a peaceful one with both of them in pleasant spirits after a successful mission, and Mo Ran had been eager to celebrate in private with his beloved.
However, as they approached closer to the Red Lotus Pavilion, Chu Wanning had begun to feel fatigued yet also inexplicably aroused, a pool of heat starting to flicker in his abdomen. Whether the red blooming on his cheeks had been from the heat stirring within him or from the setting sun, it was hard to tell to the passing bystander.
To Mo Ran though, the shift in demeanor had been apparent immediately. Ever attentive to his lover, Mo Ran had pressed the palm of his warm hand to Chu Wanning’s forehead, concern laced in his voice as he asked if he was feeling alright. Despite his worried probing, Chu Wanning had simply said it was nothing, that he just needed to rest. Mo Ran had been reluctant to part, not buying that excuse for a minute, and insisted on staying with him but Chu Wanning had just shook his head and declined.
Mo Ran had eventually conceded with the promise to check on him the next day. Seeing the one he loved so worried had tugged at Chu Wanning’s heart and, in an attempt to reassure him, he pressed a gentle kiss to Mo Ran’s lips before they parted for the night.
As Chu Wanning had lay in bed, he did not relieve himself of his painful affliction nor did he stop to consider why he had felt the desperate need to have Mo Ran inside him lest he combust into flames. It was shameful, to feel this needy when the two hadn’t even done anything beyond a small peck on the lips earlier. Chu Wanning did not dwell on this for one second. No, instead he had done what he always did when he didn’t want to think and that was curling up and going the hell to sleep.
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The night seemed to stretch on for an eternity, unease permeating through Chu Wanning’s very core. He was restless, sweat clinging to his skin as he tossed and turned in bed. Only by sheer exhaustion did he finally manage to drift into a deep slumber.
But even in his dreams, Chu Wanning was not spared from the physical turmoil plaguing his body. Visions of Mo Ran flitted through his mind. One moment Mo Ran was above him, gently caressing him. The next, his head dipped, mouth trailing feather light kisses down Chu Wanning’s chest, lower, lower, until…
Chu Wanning jolted awake, clammy hands clutching his sheets, lungs gasping for air. He glanced at the window as the pale light of dawn broke the horizon.
He felt off, like something about him had changed, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. His mind was still clouded by those lustful dreams involving Mo Ran, making it hard to focus. Chu Wanning’s ears flared red with embarrassment as he tried to clear his head but despite wracking his brain for several more moments, he couldn’t piece anything together in the end and decided to just get up and bathe.
Normally Chu Wanning hated anything to do with the cold, but now, he actively sought the relief the chilly waters of the lotus pond offered. If the heat between his legs was a small flame the previous night, it was a raging inferno today and he wanted nothing more than to extinguish it.
Chu Wanning tentatively dipped his toes into the water. It was cold, as expected, but not unbearably so. A short bath would be manageable.
With a small sigh, Chu Wanning began to slide his robes off, only to belatedly realize the source of his discomfort.
He was wet.
The fabric between his legs stuck to his thighs, the undeniable proof of his arousal.
Not only that, it felt like something was missing.
Chu Wanning’s face paled as realization dawned on him.
The Corrupted Lily.
When a flower of such depraved nature was destroyed, the residual pollen was dangerous to anyone who came into contact with it. Mo Ran had retreated with the victims to a safe area before administering treatment, meaning only Chu Wanning could have contracted its curse.
A looming sense of dread filled his entire body, skin raising with gooseflesh.
With shaky hands, Chu Wanning finished removing his robes, eyes squeezed shut in fear at the sight that awaited him.
A petal drifted in the wind. The pond rippled in the piercing silence.
Chu Wanning finally looked down and time seemed to freeze over.
Even though he had already figured out what happened, it still felt like his body was submerged in ice, the scorching blaze of fire turning into the chilling numbness of frost.
In place of what should have been his cock now rested a pussy dripping with dew.
Shit.
Chu Wanning cursed under his breath, mentally reprimanding himself for not taking more precautions, for not checking if any pollen had latched onto him. He was the Yuheng Elder, the Beidou Immortal, a mistake as careless as this shouldn't have happened.
Just how the hell was he supposed to fix this?!
Chu Wanning’s face twisted in mortification as he imagined waltzing up to the Tanlang Elder to say “Hello, my dick is missing. Can you help me?”.
Absolutely unthinkable.
Chu Wanning was already reluctant to ask this Elder for anything, much less a remedy for his current predicament. In fact, he didn’t want anyone’s help at all. He’d rather sit dickless until the issue resolved itself, no matter how long it took. Chu Wanning’s pride would not allow for anything else.
He would just have to send a Haitang Flower Messenger to his disciples to let them know he would be going into seclusion for an unknown period of time. Chu Wanning was hopeful they would understand, especially Mo Ran–
All thoughts came to a halt.
Mo Ran. He had told Chu Wanning he would stop by to check on him today.
Panic surged through Chu Wanning, heart threatening to beat out of his chest. What would happen if Mo Ran saw…
He didn’t have time to finish the thought before an all too familiar voice called out to him.
“Shizun? Are you there…?”
Chu Wanning started, scrambling to throw his robes back on as bile rose up his throat. In the process he nearly slipped right into the lotus pond. He didn’t reply; he didn’t know how he could reply, distressed as he was.
When Mo Ran emerged, his eyes softened with relief.
“Ah, were you about to take a bath? Can I join you?” Mo Ran asked around a hopeful smile. His eyes darkened imperceptibly at the thought of getting to bathe with his beloved, but when he saw Chu Wanning standing by the pond, shivering from head to toe, eyes wide with fear, Mo Ran’s face fell.
“Shizun, what’s wrong?!” Mo Ran didn’t wait for an answer before he was rushing to Chu Wanning’s side.
“Don’t come closer!” Chu Wanning yelped, hackles raised like a frightened kitten. A trace of hurt flashed across Mo Ran’s face but he relented, stopping in his tracks. He didn’t want to scare him further.
Guilt threatened to consume Chu Wanning.
“Ok.” Mo Ran nodded, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’ll stay here. But I need you to tell me what’s wrong.”
Chu Wanning didn’t respond, gripping his robes like a lifeline, desperately trying to keep his lower half concealed. He didn’t realize until now how haphazardly he’d gotten dressed, robes twisting in every which way around his body. The sight must have only added on to how pathetic he looked in the moment.
It was humiliating.
Sensing the lack of response was from the cold, Mo Ran drew a warming barrier, red with haitang blossoms, around Chu Wanning. The action filled Chu Wanning’s heart with tenderness. He wasn’t actually cold, but the barrier did help him relax. Mo Ran waited patiently, not moving from where he stood.
Eventually, Chu Wanning got his bearings together, straightening his robes out as he softly cleared his throat. The silence between them stretched on for a while, Mo Ran’s gaze never once leaving him. Chu Wanning didn’t exactly want to tell the truth, but he didn’t want to lie either. He had a feeling no matter what he said, Mo Ran would stay persistent.
Anxiety bubbled within Chu Wanning. He was cornered and had nowhere to run.
“How much do you know about the spirit we encountered yesterday?” Chu Wanning began, voice apprehensive.
“Oh, that giant flower?” Mo Ran’s eyebrows raised in recollection.
“Mn.”
Mo Ran straightened his back, expression growing more serious as he hummed in thought.
“I remember reading about it before. The spirit is called a Corrupted Lily. It’s a flower that has been consumed by a spirit potent with yin energy. The spirit can’t kill, but it will use the flower to charm anyone nearby,” Mo Ran paused, as if remembering something. His expression turned complicated. “Those under its spell will seek out sexual pleasure until the charm wears off.”
Chu Wanning’s ears flushed red at Mo Ran’s words. The villagers that Mo Ran aided… they had probably tried to…
His chest ached with jealousy. He quashed it down before it could manifest.
“Right,” Chu Wanning said, albeit hoarsely.
A seed of tension bloomed between them. The more they spoke about the Corrupted Lily, the darker Mo Ran’s eyes became, until they were nearly pitch black.
Chu Wanning’s fingers trembled as he chose his next words carefully. He knew once the question left his mouth there would be no going back. With an inaudible gulp, he finally asked, “And… are you familiar with the curse spread by a Corrupted Lily’s pollen once it’s destroyed?”
Mo Ran went still, eyes widening.
Chu Wanning couldn’t bear to make eye contact with him. His eyelashes fluttered shut as he turned his head to the side, the blush on his ears spreading down his pale neck.
“The sex-changing curse…” Mo Ran murmured.
Chu Wanning felt his ears ring. All he could do was give a subtle nod, confirming Mo Ran’s suspicions.
“Shizun, you…”
“Don’t say it!” Chu Wanning warned, missing the way Mo Ran’s eyes lit up in amusement.
“Shizun has a pussy now!”
Chu Wanning’s phoenix eyes flew open with shock, then slowly turned into rage. How shameless! Forgoing all modesty from before, Chu Wanning stormed toward Mo Ran, hand raised ready to strike. But just as the hit was about to land, his wrist was caught in a firm grip.
It was hard to look threatening like this. The rosy tint of Chu Wanning’s skin betrayed his emotions. Ignoring how his entire wrist was easily engulfed by Mo Ran’s hand, Chu Wanning snapped, “What did I just say?!”
Mo Ran puffed out a laugh, appearing impossibly fond.
“Why are you laughing?” Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes. “What’s so funny?”
“Sorry, sorry, it’s not funny.” Mo Ran shook his head, the line of his mouth straightening out. He looked at Chu Wanning more earnestly now as he said “I want to help you.”
Chu Wanning’s pupils shrank. His head was fit to explode. He tried to pull away, but it was clear Mo Ran had no intentions of letting go, his fingers only tightening further around Chu Wanning’s wrist.
How could Mo Ran help him?
“I don’t need anyone’s help!” Chu Wanning shouted.
Mo Ran’s eyes bore into Chu Wanning’s own, a trace of frustration visible in the way his eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean you don’t need help? Were you just going to sit in seclusion until the problem went away?”
“I–” Chu Wanning faltered. That was exactly what he was going to do.
Mo Ran’s voice was stern, but upon hearing Chu Wanning’s hesitation, his tone softened. “I’ve said this before, Shizun, but it’s okay to rely on me. I want you to rely on me.” His hand loosened then, sliding up to intertwine their fingers together.
Chu Wanning’s heart hammered in his chest like a raging storm. It was a hard habit to break. When he had spent his entire life fending for himself, shouldering the world’s burdens alone, even accepting help from the person he loved was difficult. He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to this feeling.
Chu Wanning glanced at their laced fingers before meeting Mo Ran’s gaze. “Do you even know how to fix this?” His fingers twitched nervously in Mo Ran’s grasp.
“Isn't it obvious?” Mo Ran asked, endeared, and Chu Wanning didn’t miss the way he sounded almost strained. Closing the distance between them, Mo Ran prodded, “What does a Corrupted Lily seek out?”
Somehow, a part of Chu Wanning knew the answer all along, but he couldn’t accept it. It was too mortifying. And even though he was intimate with Mo Ran, he couldn’t lose face by asking him to come fuck him. A part of Chu Wanning also worried that Mo Ran would prefer this new body more, that after everything was said and done, he would ask Chu Wanning to stay this way just a little longer…
A hand reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. The affectionate gesture pulled Chu Wanning out of his thoughts, dispelling his insecurities before they could fester. Focusing instead on the warmth of Mo Ran’s fingertips, Chu Wanning said, “I’m not saying it out loud.”
“So you do know.”
Chu Wanning huffed indignantly. “Of course I do.”
“Then…” Mo Ran said, voice dropping to a low rumble. Only now did Chu Wanning realize how hungry Mo Ran looked, as if he was ready to tear Chu Wanning’s robes off and have his way with him right then and there. The intensity was too much. Chu Wanning closed his eyes in the hopes that doing so would also conceal the desire surging through him. Mo Ran leaned over, his breath hot against Chu Wanning’s ear as he whispered, “Shizun, please let me fuck you.”
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Chu Wanning’s body went numb, mind thrown into utter disarray. His core constricted and twisted into painful knots; he was so wet it hurt. At that moment, Chu Wanning knew all of his resolve had been shattered.
Mo Ran wasn’t doing much better either. Chu Wanning tried not to look, but Mo Ran’s robes left little to the imagination; his cock was hard and imposing, straining underneath the fabric. Yet he was as patient as ever, like a beast that had been tamed.
Lowering their hands, Mo Ran unthreaded their fingers. Maybe he was waiting to be told to leave, giving Chu Wanning one last chance to tell him there was another way.
Chu Wanning said nothing.
He’d always been a man of action more than words. If he didn’t want this, he would have made it known. There was an implicit understanding between him and Mo Ran where carnal matters were concerned.
“Wanning…”
Before he could react, Mo Ran scooped Chu Wanning up in his arms in one smooth motion, drawing him close. It was dizzying, how Mo Ran was able to carry him like he was weightless. And to make matters worse, Chu Wanning’s head was pressed firmly against that large masculine chest. He could smell the musk radiating off of Mo Ran; it was intoxicating, completely overwhelming his senses.
Chu Wanning didn’t register that they were inside the Red Lotus Pavilion until he was lying down on his bed caged between Mo Ran’s arms. The mattress creaked beneath their weight as Mo Ran pressed against him, leaning down to plant hungry kisses along his neck.
“Mo Ran, wait—“ Chu Wanning said breathlessly. He was shaking like a leaf, the realization of what they were about to do sinking in. Panic swam in his eyes as he pushed his palms against Mo Ran’s chest to give them some space.
Though try as he might to suppress his fears, Chu Wanning was still wading into new and untreaded waters. He had no idea how this would feel, if it would be the same as when Mo Ran took him from behind.
Mo Ran’s chest heaved with want but he stilled, pulling away slightly to properly look at Chu Wanning.
“You don’t need to be afraid, I promise I’ll take good care of you,” Mo Ran said. He reached out to graze Chu Wanning’s cheek with the back of his hand.
Chu Wanning bristled. “Who said I was afraid?!”
“You’re shaking.”
Chu Wanning had no retort for that.
The corners of Mo Ran’s lips turned up into a soft smile, revealing his dimples. “Relax, babe. We can take it slow.” Chu Wanning’s heart skipped a beat at the term of endearment. He really didn’t know what to say; he’d rather just get this humiliating ordeal over with. “Just focus on my kisses for now, alright?” Mo Ran leaned back down and captured Chu Wanning’s lips with his own before he could reply.
They kissed languidly at first, slow and unhurried. Chu Wanning sighed contentedly against Mo Ran’s mouth, temporarily quelling the steady flame burning inside him and dissipating his anxiety. He didn’t realize how badly he had been craving Mo Ran’s touch. Every brush of lips and skin sent a jolt of pleasure through Chu Wanning’s veins.
Beneath Mo Ran, Chu Wanning became pliant, allowing him to part his mouth open to deepen the kiss. Mo Ran exhaled softly as he slid his tongue in with ease. The sensation of their tongues melding together was scalding, melting Chu Wanning’s core into lava. He absently wondered how that tongue, warm and wet, would feel somewhere else. The thought alone sent a shiver through his body and he had to consciously stifle the moan that threatened to escape.
It wasn’t long before their kisses became more desperate, the entanglement of their mouths nothing more than a mess of tongue and teeth. In the haze of Chu Wanning’s pleasure, he felt Mo Ran’s canines nip his bottom lip, not enough to spill blood, but still enough to make Chu Wanning inhale sharply. Mo Ran seemed delighted by this reaction and it only spurred him on as his hips started to grind down against Chu Wanning’s thigh with a barely controlled ferocity. The added stimulation, feeling that absolute unit against him, drew all the remaining breath out of Chu Wanning’s lungs. He couldn’t breathe and soon lost the ability to properly kiss Mo Ran back, panting brokenly against his mouth instead.
But Chu Wanning was determined; he wanted to prove he could hold his own against Mo Ran. What he couldn’t provide with his mouth, he would make up for with his body. In a burst of courage, Chu Wanning brazenly grinded his hips up, matching Mo Ran’s pace. The movement drew a sudden moan from both of them. They held each other close, letting their bodies rut together like beasts in heat. But it wasn’t enough; it would never be enough.
“Fuck,” Mo Ran hissed out, dragging his teeth along Chu Wanning’s lip before pulling away. “Sit up for me, I want to undress you.”
Chu Wanning’s pussy clenched involuntarily at the command and he was sure his inner robes were completely soaked by now. Taking this brief respite to catch his breath, he followed Mo Ran to sit on his knees. He didn’t need a mirror to know that he looked like a man who had been thoroughly ravaged— lips red and swollen, ponytail crooked, and robes disheveled. Mo Ran was watching him with a wild look in his eyes as he grabbed his wrist to tug him closer.
“Shizun, you should see yourself right now. I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Stop talking,” Chu Wanning scolded, but all the bite in his voice was gone.
Mo Ran let out an amused hum, not saying anything more, and began stripping his lover down. He started with Chu Wanning’s hair, unfastening the band around his ponytail to let his dark tresses fall elegantly around his shoulders. Their lips rejoined while deft fingers ran through soft locks. Chu Wanning melted under Mo Ran’s touch and let it calm the thundering of his heart.
“Good, you’re doing so good…” Mo Ran said huskily as he pulled away in favor of trailing kisses along Chu Wanning’s neck, leaving love bites in their wake. Chu Wanning’s robes hung loosely around his shoulders and Mo Ran took advantage of the exposed skin to let his lips linger at the juncture while he removed Chu Wanning’s outer robe.
Ears burning red from all this attention being focused on him, Chu Wanning moved to undress Mo Ran as well. He couldn’t sit idly by and let him do all the work.
“Here, let me help,” Chu Wanning said.
With his hands busy removing Mo Ran’s robes, it was easy to forget he was about to be laid fully bare before the man in front of him. Mo Ran resumed his kisses along Chu Wanning’s skin, grazing his lips along his jaw to nibble his earlobe. The distracting ministrations gave Mo Ran enough time to remove his shizun’s belt sash and then finally, his inner robe.
There was a sharp intake of breath followed by an audible swallow. Chu Wanning peered at Mo Ran just as his throat bobbed. The room suddenly felt colder, skin prickling at the realization that Mo Ran could see all of him now. In the blink of an eye Chu Wanning bunched his sheets up and threw them unceremoniously over his lap to shield his crotch from view.
He had only glanced at Mo Ran for a second, but there was no way that the look of tender adoration swirled within wanton lust could be missed. Chu Warning flared a deep red as his hands fidgeted where they lay over the sheets. His usual lofty and composed self effectively shattered, Chu Wanning now appeared stiff and uncertain.
“Babe, look at me,” Mo Ran broke the silence first, reaching out to tilt Chu Wanning’s chin toward him.
Chu Wanning’s eyebrows twitched in vague annoyance yet his heart stirred at the intimacy. He didn’t know why Mo Ran was treating him like a piece of glass. Their relationship aside, wasn’t he simply helping to break the curse?
Although reluctant, Chu Wanning knew his greatest weakness would always be Mo Ran. He turned his head to meet his eyes once more, not prepared for the next words that left Mo Ran’s mouth.
“You’re beautiful.”
It was only two words, but it was enough to render Chu Wanning’s world asunder, knocking all the wind out of him. On the outside, not much changed. His eyes widened a fraction and his lips parted slightly. But on the inside, unconditional love rushed forth to battle against his insecurities.
Chu Wanning’s eyelashes fluttered shut, his voice hesitant as he asked, “Do you like it more…?”
It was now Mo Ran’s turn to be shocked. His mouth fell open, as if the question bordered on absurdity. Mo Ran seemingly didn’t need clarification on what it referred to; he didn’t ask for any. Instead, he leaned forward to pull his beloved into a crushing embrace.
Their nude bodies colliding so suddenly sent a wave of heat straight to Chu Wanning’s core and his hands ungracefully flew up to seek purchase on Mo Ran’s back.
“That doesn’t matter to me,” Mo Ran reassured as he peppered his face with kisses. “No matter what you look like, you will always be the most beautiful person in the world to me.”
His tone was so sincere, leaving no room for doubt. Chu Wanning shook in Mo Ran’s arms. He didn’t know how he’d be able to get through this; his heart was steeped in overwhelming affection. Chu Wanning let Mo Ran cling to him for a little longer but the warmth between their bodies was starting to scald him. “Alright, alright, I understand,” said Chu Wanning as he put an inch of space between them. For some reason Mo Ran seemed more upset than him right now. With a soft sigh, Chu Wanning reached out to pet Mo Ran’s head and could practically see his invisible tail start to wag. He found it absolutely adorable.
“Shizun…” Mo Ran shuddered as he leaned into his hand. “I want to touch you so bad it hurts.” Without waiting for a response his hands maneuvered their way to Chu Wanning’s body, resting one on the small of his back while the other slid down his well-toned abs toward his dripping cunt.
Chu Wanning’s hand caught Mo Ran’s wrist before it could move further. “If it hurts, you can just put it in. I don’t mind.” There was no need for foreplay; they weren’t making love this time, although it certainly felt that way. Plus, Mo Ran’s cock really did look painfully hard. His head was swollen red and dripping with precum. Chu Wanning couldn’t in good conscience make him suffer any longer.
“But, I need to prep you…” Mo Ran protested, voice coming out in a shaky exhale, teetering on the edge of his restraint. He was always so good to Chu Wanning, always treating him with the utmost care and consideration, always pushing his own needs to the side.
“There’s no need,” Chu Wanning said, “I’m already…”
He immediately swallowed the words back down.
Already what? Wet??? No way in hell was he shameless enough to say that!
The sound of a low growl rumbling in his ear was the only warning Chu Wanning had before he was roughly pinned down onto the mattress. It was so abrupt that his vision blacked out momentarily.
“Do I turn you on that much?” Mo Ran rasped as he crashed their lips together in a bruising kiss. His hand swept down to rub Chu Wanning’s pussy, fingers smearing the sticky wetness around his inner thighs. Having finally been touched where he needed most, a strangled moan escaped Chu Wanning’s lips before he could bite it down. “Fuck baby, why didn’t you tell me sooner? Look how wet you are.”
Chu Wanning was dazed as Mo Ran lifted his hand to show him the glistening dew coating his fingers. Shame welled up in Chu Wanning at the obscene sight, but he watched on as Mo Ran brought his fingers to his lips to suck them clean, eyes darkening with desire.
“Mm, you taste so good…”
Chu Wanning promptly lifted his leg to deliver a kick to Mo Ran’s arm. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it was enough to stagger him. “Enough of your driveling, just get on with it,” Chu Wanning snapped impatiently.
Mo Ran didn’t seem to be bothered. In fact, he appeared quite happy, eyes sparking with a wicked glint. Leaning back down, Mo Ran brushed his lips against the shell of Chu Wanning’s ear to whisper, “Wanning, I’ll give you what you want, I swear. But first, there’s something I want to try.” He punctuated his words with a nip to Chu Wanning’s earlobe before pathing kisses down his neck, pausing at his collarbone to bite and suck more purpling marks into the soft flesh.
Try something… ? What did Mo Ran want to try?
Chu Wanning’s heart thumped in anticipation as Mo Ran continued the descent down his body, mouth leaving fervent kisses wherever they could reach. He only stopped once his head was nestled between the warmth of Chu Wanning’s thighs, hot breath ghosting his aching arousal. Mind drifting back to that dream from the previous night, Chu Wanning recalled that Mo Ran had mirrored this same position.
Just as Chu Wanning propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view, Mo Ran’s lust-filled eyes locked with his. The burst of desire that ignited Chu Wanning’s core at that pure, unadulterated hunger was so intense it threatened to swallow him whole. Having been pent up since his return to Sisheng Peak, his body now screamed for release.
Mo Ran seemed to sense his growing desperation because in the next moment, he darted his tongue out to lick a broad stripe along Chu Wanning’s slit before closing his mouth around the pink bud resting at the top and sucking, hard.
A broken cry ripped its way out of Chu Wanning’s throat as he felt a sensation like never before ripple within. He had tried to imagine what sex would feel like in this temporary body, but he never could have predicted just how sensitive that bundle of nerves would be. The bowstring that had been drawn agonizingly taut finally snapped.
Chu Wanning’s thighs trembled around Mo Ran’s head, squeezing around him to pull him deeper in. He craved more of that skilled tongue, shamelessly wanted to feel it inside him, tracing all his walls and leaving no inch unexplored. Mo Ran met him halfway, always seeming to know exactly what his lover needed, and grabbed Chu Wanning’s hips to tug him closer, so close his nose buried into the damp coarse hairs above Chu Wanning’s clit. The open neediness drew a pleased moan from Mo Ran, sending a vibration straight through Chu Wanning’s spine.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Mo Ran asked between leaving wet open-mouthed kisses along his cunt. Chu Wanning panted breathlessly, the rise and fall of his chest subtle and asynchronous. In lieu of an answer, Chu Wanning wound his hand into Mo Ran’s hair and gently scratched behind his ear. It was a quiet moment of intimacy, but the ardent passion between them only burned brighter.
Mo Ran’s hands slid up to trace his fingers along the planes of Chu Wanning’s abs while he ate him out, taking in every little reaction he had. His tongue worked in smooth, calculated motions, drinking in everything he could like he was a parched man who had gone days without water. Pleasure quickly eclipsed all Chu Wanning’s senses, leaving him powerless to stop the soft moans that spilled from his lips. His body tensed under Mo Ran’s strong, calloused hands and his heels dug into the soft sheets that had long been rumpled.
Chu Wanning was keenly aware that the onslaught of his orgasm was approaching, rapidly hurdling him toward the edge of the unknown. Tightening his fingers around Mo Ran’s hair, he tried to pry his mouth off of him before he reached that point. Mo Ran was a ruthless beast, however, and only curled his lips into a devious smirk as he slipped two fingers inside that wet heat, spreading the glistening petals apart.
“Ahh…!”
The sudden intrusion sent a zap of lightning through Chu Wanning, setting every nerve in his body alight. He squirmed underneath Mo Ran, pushing and shoving him away with every ounce of strength he could muster, but Mo Ran’s hand was wrapped around Chu Wanning’s waist in a vise, trapping him firmly against the bed. Mo Ran’s fingers thrusted inside him at a relentless pace, dragging against his walls and hitting every sensitive spot with acute accuracy. Tears pricked at the corners of Chu Wanning’s eyes; he felt like he was drowning, vision going blurry as he sank deeper.
“You’re doing so well,” Mo Ran praised adoringly as his fingers crooked up.
“Mo Ran… Please… Don’t–” Chu Wanning gasped, dragging his heel to press against Mo Ran’s back in another feeble attempt to get him to yield.
A pressure started to build up in a place he had never experienced before. It was like a ball of tightly condensed stardust on the verge of exploding; just one more nudge would be enough to unravel Chu Wanning completely.
“It’s alright babe. Don’t hold back, just let it happen.” Mo Ran doubled his efforts then and put that skilled mouth of his around Chu Wanning once more, alternating between licking and sucking his sensitive clit as his fingers continued their assault.
“N-no more– Stop–!” Chu Wanning choked around a sob, having lost all ability to speak. That tight ball inside him finally burst, painting the pitch black sky in his eyes with thousands of tiny stars. He didn’t know what was happening, didn’t register the way his back viscerally arched off the bed, toes curling with ecstasy as his legs clamped tight around Mo Ran, or the rush of liquid that gushed out from the depths within. All he knew was that there was a release of tension, reducing his limbs to nothing more than a puddle as he melted back into the bed.
An unknown amount of time passed. Chu Wanning blearily stared at the ceiling through the thick haze of sex, trying to make sense of what transpired. His body was shaking from overstimulation and his lungs ached for air. Distantly he thought he also heard Mo Ran’s voice calling out to him and then, he was being gathered into a pair of strong arms.
“Shizun,” Mo Ran pressed a kiss to Chu Wanning’s forehead, “I made you squirt so much…” He spoke in a low whisper, but his tone carried a trace of elation with it, like he had accomplished what he set out to do.
“What nonsense are you spouting now?” Chu Wanning managed to say. His vision slowly came into focus, and when he saw the state Mo Ran was in, froze in horror.
Mo Ran’s face was soaked with what was most assuredly Chu Wanning’s own fluids. He was shallowly panting and his pupils were blown wide with awe. The sight was equally lewd as it was sweet.
Chu Wanning felt inconsolable; he had no idea such a thing was even possible, not to mention the immense shame from having made a mess everywhere.
His fingers twitched where they rested on Mo Ran, skin blossoming a bright red from head to toe. In a pathetic attempt to save face, Chu Wanning blurted “Go wash your face, it’s dirty.”
“But I’m covered in your scent, why would I want to wash it off?”
“You—!”
Mo Ran slid his tongue into Chu Wanning’s mouth, effectively silencing him. As their tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, Chu Wanning could distinctly taste himself on Mo Ran’s lips. It was different from what he was used to, but not bad; it was even a little sweet. Contrary to what he said earlier, Chu Wanning didn’t find this act dirty at all.
Amidst their fervid kissing, their bodies naturally tangled together, neither wanting to be apart from the other. Mo Ran’s cock was soon flushed right up against Chu Wanning’s thigh, still fully erect and leaking with unabated need. It was painfully impossible for Chu Wanning to ignore the way that formidable hardness brushed against his skin at the slightest change in movement, the way Mo Ran would let out the faintest of whimpers as his hips chased that little bit of friction.
Chu Wanning’s chest tightened; he couldn’t handle seeing his beloved looking so pitiful. Taking matters into his own hands, he reached down between them to wrap his fingers around Mo Ran’s cock and steadily began to pump him, swiping his thumb over the swollen head as he did so. That lethal combination earned Chu Wanning a sudden, strangled groan from the other man.
“Wanning,” Mo Ran said almost pleadingly, shaking as he buried his face into Chu Wanning’s shoulder. His cock twitched, thick and heavy, in his shizun’s hand. “You can’t… I’ll come if you keep doing that.”
Chu Wanning blinked at Mo Ran in confusion, hand stilling around his length. “Do you not want to…?”
Mo Ran’s voice came out ragged, thinly controlled, like he was using up the last of his restraint. “Of course I want to, silly” he murmured, pulling back to look at Chu Wanning. The corners of his lips turned up into an apologetic smile. “I’m happy you want to make me feel good, but I have to come inside you for the curse to go away…”
“I’m aware!” Chu Wanning shot back, face heating up. “So why haven’t you? What’s taking so long?”
Embarrassment prickled down Chu Wanning’s spine as he stiffened in Mo Ran’s arms. His mind had been enshrouded by fog after he came, making him nearly forget why they were entangled to begin with. The sour reminder was enough to tether Chu Wanning back to the mortifying reality of his situation.
Chu Wanning thought he saw Mo Ran’s honeyed cheeks flush red as he said, “... Shizun, you were out of it for a while. I was worried I went too hard on you…” The remorse in his tone made Chu Wanning falter, heart softening with fondness.
“... You didn’t. I’m fine.”
Mo Ran’s eyes instantly lit up with mirth and something else akin to salaciousness. Chu Wanning couldn’t read minds, but he knew that look meant nothing good.
“If you’re fine…” Mo Ran touched their foreheads together, voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “Does that mean I can deflower you?”
“Get… get lost! I don’t want your help anymore—!“ Steam rose to Chu Wanning’s head as he moved to push Mo Ran away, but his disciple was quicker and pulled him into another searing kiss. They rolled around in bed like this— a mess of limbs and moans, the yearning no longer able to be suppressed.
With startling clarity, Chu Wanning came to the realization that it didn’t matter why they were having sex. The fact he was willing to let Mo Ran do this for him was in and of itself an act of love. To confide in one about something so vulnerable, the ultimate form of trust. There was no other way in Chu Wanning’s mind to lift this curse; he only wanted Mo Ran.
“Baby… I’m going to fuck you now, ok?“ Mo Ran panted heavily against Chu Wanning’s ear, snapping him out of his thoughts. That spark of passion roared to life once again. His last orgasm had only fanned the fire, numbing his core to a dull ache, but the arousal coursing through him returned to its prior scorching intensity.
Chu Wanning’s senses were all muddled, his everything encompassed by Mo Ran. Nothing else remained in his heart save for the singular desire to submit to the man he loved and satisfy him until he was spent. Cupping Mo Ran’s cheek, Chu Wanning leaned in to lightly kiss him, a silent permission to do what was needed, before turning to get on all fours.
His resolve unwavering, Chu Wanning spread his knees apart and fastened his hands around the sheets to brace himself, but his body still trembled minutely. He wanted this, and was more than willing to take Mo Ran, but he also knew how powerful that weapon of his was. Still exhausted from their last round, Chu Wanning absently wondered if he’d even have the stamina; Mo Ran had been holding back all this time…
“Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.” Mo Ran stroked his hands along Chu Wanning’s sides soothingly before coming to a rest on his hips. The rough pads of his thumbs dug into the soft, supple flesh, his hold desperate as he lined himself up with Chu Wanning’s entrance.
“Just do it,” Chu Wanning rasped. He was going to lose his mind. From behind, he could feel the head of Mo Ran’s cock throb against him, the way his chest heaved with primal desire. A wave of anticipation rolled through Chu Wanning at the mere thought of finally being filled.
“Okay, I’ll try to go slow.”
Mo Ran was met with little resistance as he began to push in. The stretch felt new, and it burned a little, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Chu Wanning was certain that being fingered earlier helped accommodate Mo Ran’s girth. Yet despite how easy the slide should have been, Mo Ran was still so stubbornly careful, taking his time to not cause any pain.
Tears of frustration threatened to spill from Chu Wanning’s eyes. He wanted to turn around and tell Mo Ran to just fuck him with reckless abandon, but even such vulgarities wouldn’t be enough to sway that steadfast restraint.
Setting aside all semblance of shame, Chu Wanning experimentally rocked his hips back, clenching around Mo Ran to pull him further in.
“Fuck,” Mo Ran cursed under his breath, gripping Chu Wanning’s hips hard enough to bruise as he inched forward. “Just a little more, I promise… you’re taking my cock so well.”
“Nghh… Be quiet,” Chu Wanning said. But his body betrayed him and involuntarily squeezed around Mo Ran. His ears flared red at the honest reaction, half expecting Mo Ran to tease him, but luckily he said nothing, just let out a breathy moan as he finished bottoming out.
Chu Wanning felt all the blood rush to his head. Now that he was stretched full, every muscle in his body ached with burning desire. He could hear Mo Ran’s ragged breathing as he adjusted himself and Chu Wanning knew he was trying to be good, trying so hard to not lose control and let that bestial urge run rampant.
He wished he would though.
“Wanning…” Mo Ran said, strained. “Can I start moving?”
Chu Wanning turned his head to glance at Mo Ran, giving him a small nod in reply. “Mm. I’m ready.”
Mo Ran exhaled, relieved, as Chu Wanning squeezed his eyes shut. His body was tingling with nerves but he didn’t feel afraid. Whatever happened afterwards, he knew it would be alright in the end, as long as he had Mo Ran by his side.
They started off slow. Mo Ran carefully rocked his hips forward, giving Chu Wanning time to get used to this new intimate feeling. It wasn’t too different, Chu Wanning came to realize. If anything, there was less prep involved and… his ass was a much tighter fit. The very thought made him tense from embarrassment.
“Relax,” Mo Ran reminded, speaking barely above a gravelly whisper. He trailed a hand down to caress Chu Wanning’s thigh before changing his pace, now shallowly thrusting inside him. Chu Wanning fought to hold back a whimper. How could he relax? That pulsing cock was just barely grazing the deepest part of him and he needed more. He wouldn’t be satisfied until Mo Ran was slamming against him with the force of crashing waves.
“How… How does it feel?” Chu Wanning managed to ask through tight lips. His arms were starting to shake, finding it a challenge to support himself with Mo Ran rutting into him.
The question was answered with a sharp thrust and the slap of their hips, followed by a guttural moan from both of them. “So fucking good, baby…You’re so wet inside…” Mo Ran panted harshly, building up a steady rhythm as the last of his control crumbled away and revealed that unbridled feral nature. Chu Wanning felt delirious. Those words seared themselves right into his core, finally tipping the balance and causing his arms to buckle. Before Chu Wanning completely collapsed, Mo Ran leaned forward to wrap his arm around his torso, bracing his other hand on the bed to hold them up.
“It’s alright, I’ve got you.”
Chu Wanning’s ears rang; that husky voice was so close to him now. Mo Ran almost completely cloaked Chu Wanning in shadow with his broad and muscular figure– it was a comfort but also so agonizingly overwhelming.
“Mo… Mo Ran…”
“I’m right here.”
His voice was gentle, but his movements were anything but. Pressing kisses wherever he could reach along Chu Wanning’s back, Mo Ran slowly pulled his lover apart at the seams, releasing all the passion he’d been holding inside. Chu Wanning didn’t expect it to feel this good. Mo Ran’s cock was hitting spots that his fingers couldn’t reach before, and yet it still felt like he could plunge even deeper.
Chu Wanning breathed erratically, forehead beaded with sweat as he tried to keep up with Mo Ran’s fervent thrusts. He was being attacked from all angles– Mingled in with the scent of their sweat soaked bodies was the distinct scent of Mo Ran’s musk, potent enough to be its own aphrodisiac. To feel that well-defined chest against his bare back, brushing against him repeatedly as they made love, a new form of physical torment. The throaty timbre of Mo Ran’s moans– the only sound that filtered through Chu Wanning’s ears.
He really didn’t think he would last much longer. Long gone in the ocean of desire, unable to stop himself, Chu Wanning’s mouth hung open in pleasure as he moaned wantonly. Mo Ran’s hips stuttered, stilling for a brief second. Something seemed to have snapped inside him. A low growl resonated through the air before Chu Wanning was pressed down nearly flat against the bed under Mo Ran’s weight.
Lights sparked behind Chu Wanning’s eyelids at this new angle. Mo Ran mercilessly hit the deepest wall within him, hips moving at a brutal pace as he sunk his teeth into the snow-white skin of Chu Wanning’s nape to claim him, drawing more hoarse cries of pleasure from his beloved’s lips. Amongst the rough ardor of their carnal mating, there was still gentleness in the way Mo Ran reached out to hold Chu Wanning’s hand, squeezing it tightly with all the force of his love as if to keep him rooted. Tears streamed down Chu Wanning’s face. His body was sapped of all energy, limbs about to give out, but his heart was so impossibly full.
“Baby… I… I need to kiss you…”
Mo Ran’s voice sounded like it was about to crack, so painfully desperate, and it was then that Chu Wanning knew he was close too.
Their movements gradually slowed and Mo Ran was careful as he pulled out. The loss affected Chu Wanning more than he cared to admit; his hole clenched around nothing, seeking to be filled again. Fortunately, Mo Ran seemed just as desperate.
In a flash, Chu Wanning was flipped onto his side, with Mo Ran’s arm wound under his waist, pulling him close to his chest. Mo Ran stroked some loose strands of hair out of Chu Wanning’s face with his free hand before tilting his head to capture his lips in a heated kiss, tracing over his lips with his tongue. Chu Wanning clumsily kissed back, welcoming the small distraction from the needy ache between his legs.
As they kissed Mo Ran mumbled praises of encouragement while wiping away Chu Wanning’s tears, reassuring him that they were almost there. Chu Wanning was silent save for his labored breaths, but he turned his head as best as he could to give Mo Ran a light nuzzle in acknowledgment.
Neither of them were able to wait any longer. Without further preamble, Mo Ran shifted his arm to hold Chu Wanning’s leg up and used it as leverage to slide back in. Chu Wanning had barely registered their rejoining when Mo Ran began to pound into him, setting that same relentless pace as before.
The change in position was no less intense. With Mo Ran fucking him on his side, holding his leg in place, all Chu Wanning could do to combat those powerful thrusts was grip his sheets like his life depended on it. He had tried biting his lip to stifle his moans, but it had proved futile. Mo Ran was hitting that spot deep inside Chu Wanning with every snap of his hips, dragging out cries of ecstasy until his voice turned raw.
That familiar build up of pressure started to resurface again. Overstimulated as Chu Wanning was, the thought of coming a second time seemed unbearable to him, yet he was unable to stop the well inside him from filling up, fit to overflow at any moment.
Chu Wanning writhed in Mo Ran’s hold, body winding up unbelievably taut as he weakly gasped out, “I-I’m close…Ah…”
“Me too… Mn…Wanning… “ Mo Ran moaned, sliding his hand down from Chu Wanning’s thigh to rub his clit in quick, concentrated motions while his voice commanded low in his ear.
“Come for me.”
That husky, domineering voice, followed by the swipe of something warm and wet over the mole behind his ear was what finally sent Chu Wanning toppling over the edge, vision blooming into a blinding white.
As Chu Wanning’s second orgasm erupted within, wave after wave of mind numbing pleasure washed over him, seeming to pull Mo Ran along in its undertow. His hole contracted and pulsed violently around Mo Ran’s cock, causing the pair to moan each other’s names out in unison. A jumbled string of curses followed suit, and then a burst of warmth spilled inside Chu Wanning, carrying him home at last. Mo Ran didn’t stop moving until he was completely spent, making sure to paint every wall inside Chu Wanning with his seed.
By the time Mo Ran was done, Chu Wanning’s eyes were misted over, and a bone-deep fatigue settled over him. He let out a small groan when Mo Ran pulled out and some of his come leaked out onto his thighs, but he didn’t have the energy to care about the mess they had undoubtedly made.
“Wanning… My Wanning… I love you. You did so well.”
Gently, Mo Ran turned Chu Wanning over and pressed tender, soft kisses all over his face– his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his lips. No inch was left unkissed. Chu Wanning’s eyelids fluttered shut, utterly exhausted, but so content. In the loving embrace of Mo Ran’s arms, he had never felt safer.
It took a minute for Chu Wanning to remember how to formulate words, but once he did, his lips curved up into a faint smile.
“I love you too… Thank you…”
❀❀❀
The next morning, Chu Wanning woke up back in his body like the curse never happened. With this matter set aside, he was ready to resume his responsibilities at Sisheng Peak. However, Mo Ran latched onto him, seeming to have other plans.
After much convincing and insisting that Chu Wanning rest another day, they did in fact, not rest at all. Instead, they had several more rounds of love making. Mo Ran was insatiable, but he also wanted to prove that, no matter what, Chu Wanning would always be the most beautiful, beautiful person in the world.