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In Chu Wanning’s defense, it wasn’t his fault that Mo Ran’s doing that kind of thing in their shared living room, where anyone who comes through the front door can see.
It had been a rough day for him; his desk was already piled with papers to sign and product designs to approve the minute he entered his office, making his already cluttered workspace look all the more pitiful, like a five-year-old child on a sugar high broke into his private space and got their hands on anything they can reach. His desk is half-paper, half-potentially hazardous mechanical parts, his measly bookshelf is also filled with various trinkets and tools, and even the floor did not survive. It has been an unwritten rule that one must tread carefully while walking in Chu Wanning’s office because you’ll never know if what you’re stepping onto next is a hardwood floor or an array of upturned screws.
He was supposed to stay the night cooped up in his office to finish a presentation, though, if Xue Zhengyong didn’t interfere with his plans and all but threatened him to go home or else he would pull him out of the current project. “Go home and get some rest. And don’t even try to do any kind of work tonight, I will know.” Xue Zhengyong bellowed, ushering him out the door and down to the parking lot.
Chu Wanning internally lamented his predicament on the drive home. Since when did the people around him start treating him like a kid? And since when did he just mindlessly comply with everything they say?
Anyways, it’s not like Chu Wanning could do anything now. Xue Zhengyong will actually know if he brought his work home or not because his damned roommate will tell on him.
Sometimes, Chu Wanning does feel like Xue Zhengyong intentionally set him and Mo Ran up to be roommates just so he would know if Chu Wanning has been slacking off on taking care of himself—he has always been a worrywart, especially after he found out about Chu Wanning fainting inside his office after pulling three consecutive all-nighters. No one knew that he had passed out until two hours later when an intern cautiously slipped inside his office to deliver some papers after they got tired of knocking for ten minutes straight.
Since then, Xue Zhengyong looked out for him like an overbearing mother hen, and even though he never admits it, Chu Wanning thinks that him suggesting that Mo Ran and he share the same apartment is not just for his nephew’s benefit.
Well, Chu Wanning thinks, Mo Ran is not that bad of a roommate anyways.
He’s too good, actually. Not only is he adept at household chores, Chu Wanning also found out that Mo Ran is a fantastic cook. Ever since Mo Ran moved in, Chu Wanning’s tongue has been blessed with delicacies he never knew could taste that delicious. Sure, Mo Ran might have developed a habit of playfully nagging at him and getting too comfortable with invading Chu Wanning’s personal space from time to time, but he knows and respects his boundaries.
Which is a far cry from the Mo Ran that he knew almost seven years ago, when Chu Wanning was still sidelining as a high school professor and Mo Ran was a scrawny seventeen-year-old kid who loved to get in trouble.
As someone who has seen Mo Ran’s immature, unruly demeanor all those years ago, Chu Wanning is quite proud that he decided to change for the better .
Which brings Chu Wanning back to the matter at hand.
Mo Ran, the once delinquent student who has apparently turned on a new leaf, the one that Chu Wanning was internally praising on the drive home, is currently sprawled across the couch that they share, pants undone, his—his thing out in the open as a hand vigorously moves up and down along the length of it. Right there. On the couch that they share. Chu Wanning sits on that couch.
It seems like Mo Ran hasn’t heard the front door open, because he just kept going at it, keeps stroking his cock while low growls bubble up his throat and—wow, Chu Wanning didn’t know that Mo Ran’s voice can reach that deep.
More importantly, he didn’t know that a person’s erect cock can get that big , or maybe Chu Wanning is just seeing things, because there’s no way in hell that it can be that big. He fears that it’s almost the size of his forearm.
“Fuck,” Mo Ran moans at a particularly good upstroke, and the guttural sound of it sends Chu Wanning reeling, so much so that he has to seek purchase from the door frame in order to not accidentally trip on air and expose his presence to Mo Ran. No. Chu Wanning will never be able to forgive himself if Mo Ran sees him watching him masturbate like a creep.
Chu Wanning closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens them once again. His gaze lands on the impressive unit that is Mo Ran’s cock like his eyes are automatically programmed to look at it. To observe how the head is flushed a vibrant red and the tip is leaking some sort of clear liquid. If he stares hard enough, he could feel the metaphorical pull of Mo Ran’s cock on his body, like it’s beckoning him to come over. Like it had the sudden ability to sense Chu Wanning despite Mo Ran himself being unaware.
It’s a silent battle, but Chu Wanning managed to win by a hair’s breadth.
Ever so carefully, Chu Wanning tiptoes his way inside, past the living room where Mo Ran is still lost in pleasure and straight to the safety of his own room. At least, this far from the low grunts and the slick sounds coming from his roommate, Chu Wanning can think a little bit clearer.
What did he just witness? And why did he decide to stand there like an idiot and watch?
Chu Wanning frowns. Stupid, he’s so fucking stupid. He should have berated Mo Ran for taking his supposed-to-be private activities outside of his own bedroom, and yet here he is, confused if the heat thrumming through his body is from anger or arousal.
Chu Wanning very pointedly looks down at his slacks, where a visible tent is protruding through the slightly damp fabric.
He’s disgusting.
—
(If Chu Wanning had stayed a few seconds longer, he would have heard a brief, almost soundless whisper of a name that suspiciously sounds like “Wanning…”)
—
So there was that.
It’s been a few days since the unfortunate incident, and while Mo Ran is going about his day blissfully as per usual, Chu Wanning is left to suffer the consequences of his decisions.
Which is quite ironic if one thinks about it, considering that it was Mo Ran who had no sense of decency whatsoever, and it was Mo Ran who was naked from the waist down in a place where someone can easily see him, doing something that’s supposed to be done behind closed doors. Why is Chu Wanning the one suffering then?
Worst of all, Mo Ran acts like nothing strange happened that night. He greets Chu Wanning a good morning, offers him breakfast, and even helps him with his laundry, like jacking off in the living room is a normal occurrence for him.
Oh God, Chu Wanning’s brain runs wild with all the possibilities. What if it is?
Now that the thought has been introduced to him, Chu Wanning is now plagued by the images of his roommate doing it in every corner of their apartment. What if the living room isn’t his only favorite spot? What if he does it in the dining area, or in their shared bathroom, maybe in the little balcony that comes with the apartment, too. What if—
What if he did it inside Chu Wanning’s room?
Nope . Chu Wanning shakes his head. Absolutely impossible. Mo Ran would never be that thick-skinned.
But the idea of it sure does send sparks running along his spine, like a bunch of ants crawling up along his back. Chu Wanning tries to shake the image of—of Mo Ran sneaking in his bedroom and sitting on his bed, of him laying on it, legs spread wide as he tugs the waistband of his sweatpants down to reveal his—
“Chu-laoshi, you’re spacing out again.”
Chu Wanning blinks. Gone were the visions of Mo Ran on his bed in increasingly compromising positions, instead, a fully-clothed, inquisitive Mo Ran stares straight into his eyes. There’s a certain kind of playfulness in his smile that Chu Wanning knows will be followed by a teasing remark, but his gaze still holds a little bit of concern.
“I told you to stop calling me that.” Is what Chu Wanning says instead, jabbing his chopsticks through the pile of stir-fried vegetables inside his bowl. Mo Ran had somehow carried his habit of calling him ‘Chu-laoshi’ even when so many years had passed. Chu Wanning didn’t mind it at first, but there’s something about Mo Ran’s annoyingly smug voice still addressing him as his mentor that ticks him off. Unfortunately, Mo Ran doesn’t seem to want to stop calling him as such anytime soon.
“What’s wrong with ‘Chu-laoshi?’” Mo Ran raises an eyebrow at him. “Isn’t it fun to reminisce about the past sometimes?”
The past, Chu Wanning thought bitterly. You mean three days ago when I caught you masturbating on the couch?
See, if it were a normal day, Chu Wanning would be more than welcome to bicker with him until one of them gets tired, but being subjected under Mo Ran’s piercing gaze after seeing him in that lustful state not long ago is quickly becoming too much for him. Suddenly, the dining table is too small and Mo Ran is suddenly too close.
Chu Wanning launches his ultimate attack: a deadly glare. Which never works on Mo Ran, but he has to do something to stop the blush from creeping onto his cheeks.
Why is it too hot in here? Mo Ran is not even naked yet.
He really needs to get some fresh air.
“Wha—Chu-laoshi, where are you going?” Chu Wanning doesn’t even spare him a glance as he all but runs to his room and slams the door shut. Mo Ran helplessly watches him retreat, not knowing what prompted this strange behavior. “You didn’t even finish your food…”
Inside his room, Chu Wanning is berating himself for conjuring all kinds of shameful things about his roommate.
Since when did he stoop this low? Already fumbling and blushing after a mere five minutes of conversation with Mo Ran. Can’t even arrange his thoughts properly without his brain steering him into dangerous territories, one that comprises Mo Ran, his roommate and former student , handling something massive in his equally big hands.
Chu Wanning should move out. Cut all ties with Mo Ran and Xue Zhengyong and everyone else affiliated with him. Move to another country, maybe change his name too while he’s at it. Nobody wants a perverted old man as a roommate anyways.
“Chu-laoshi, are you okay?” Lo and behold, the very object of Chu Wanning’s deplorable thoughts comes knocking at his door. “Look, I don’t know what I said wrong, but—you didn’t finish your food. Again.”
“And so? I’ll eat when I feel like it.”
Mo Ran’s sigh can be heard through the door. “I know, but don’t forget to eat something tonight, okay, Wanning?”
Chu Wanning bristles at the sound of his name spoken so effortlessly, almost tender in a way that he has never noticed up until now. He did tell Mo Ran to start calling him by his name instead of the formal honorifics, but somehow, the way his name rolls off of Mo Ran’s tongue sounds suggestive, bordering lewd with the way his voice dips into a growl every so often.
He really, really needs to get his mind out of the gutter. Maybe a cold shower will help.
“Y… yeah. Whatever.” Chu Wanning answers lamely. He hears Mo Ran shuffling away from his bedroom, seemingly satisfied with his response.
Chu Wanning sweeps his gaze across the room, desperately searching for something to lead him away from his own distractive thoughts. He spots his laptop lying nearby. Work. Yeah, he can totally do work.
He fetches the device from the floor (he doesn’t know how it got there, but, well, things happen) and motions to sit in the middle of his bed. Working on this presentation is exactly what he needs; no pesky roommates who loves to get it on in public, no memories of a phallic organ held between thick, long fingers, no—
Chu Wanning jabs at the power button with a little more force than usual.
His idea of a distraction worked for the most part; Chu Wanning got most of his presentation done after three solid hours of intensely studying digitalized blueprints. Looking at the clock, he finds out that it’s almost midnight.
Chu Wanning was about to turn off his laptop when—
A sound, almost imperceptible through the moderately thick walls if not for the fact that Chu Wanning’s room is dead silent, makes its way to his sharp ears. If it’s any other sound, he would have summed it up to Mo Ran raiding the fridge for a rare midnight snack or a random bird landing on a tree beside their building, but this is not just any sound.
Chu Wanning knows this one very well. It has been playing on repeat in his brain for the past three days now.
It’s a gravelly moan, thickly laced with pure lust that Chu Wanning can feel his own body break out in shivers from its vibrations. Really? Again?!
Chu Wanning, in a fit of trying to rein himself back to reality by awkwardly flailing about, accidentally hits a button on his laptop. Thankfully, his careless action didn’t delete the presentation he was working on nor did it break the laptop into pieces, but it did take him somewhere.
[ XXL 20CM MONSTER COCK NOW ON SALE! ]
The words stare back at Chu Wanning as if they’re taunting him. Their big, bold letters in a horrendously pretentious hot pink color are urging him to click on the thumbnail of what seems to be an adult toy that looks way too large to put inside someone’s… entrance. Isn’t twenty centimeters a little too big for any normal human being?
Memories of three days ago come rushing back in the forefront of Chu Wanning’s eyes. What he saw that night was definitely… a lot bigger than what this toy is offering.
Is Mo Ran really that—that big?! Wouldn’t that just kill the person receiving it upon intrusion? How do you even—
The haunting sound of Mo Ran’s groans are still bleeding through the walls, permeating the air with such desire and filth . If he focuses just enough, he can make out little wet slapping sounds that are no doubt a product of—whatever he’s doing right outside his room. Chu Wanning is at a loss of what to do in the comfort of his own sacred space.
He clicks on the blurry photo of the alleged twenty-centimeter sex toy and it leads him to the full product details where he is met with a long, phallic-shaped black silicone that stands proudly against a white background. The product introduction boasts about some features that Chu Wanning would rather not know—some sort of 3-D realistic quality with a suction cup and vibrating options. He has an idea about what those things might mean, but doesn’t dare try to confirm any of them.
Besides, Chu Wanning is not going to buy such a thing anyways.
With every muted noise that Chu Wanning’s ears pick up, it’s gradually getting a lot harder to concentrate, much less suppress the images that keep getting shoved into his face against his will.
And as Mo Ran gets louder and louder, the threads of Chu Wanning’s already tattered self-control snaps one by one.
Next thing he knows, he’s adding the product to his shopping cart and filling the payment information with his credit card details. Chu Wanning placates himself by saying that he’s only going to look at it. For comparison. Because only seeing pictures of it is simply not sufficient to prove his… assumptions.
And if he does indeed try it out, well, he can say that he only did it to rid himself of indecent thoughts towards a certain someone. An eye for an eye or whatever.
Curiosity has indeed killed the cat.
—
Well, the packaging is quite discreet, Chu Wanning can give them that.
Actually, he had almost forgotten that he bought such a thing in a fit of madness and utmost idiocracy until it got delivered on his doorstep. The worst part is that Mo Ran was the one who stumbled upon it after he got home from the gym, showing him the inconspicuous white box after they had their routinely scheduled shared dinners.
“Chu-laoshi, the landlady said this is yours.” Mo Ran had said, smiling as he handed him the box. Chu Wanning was almost going to snap at him and say that he may have gotten the wrong name when the recollections of that fateful night came rushing back like a slap to the face. He snatched the parcel from Mo Ran’s hands with trembling fingers, his heart beating a mile a minute when he felt Mo Ran’s warmth against his skin. “What’s inside the box?”
You should know, you prompted me to do this was what Chu Wanning wanted to say, but, of course, Mo Ran doesn’t know how dirty his mind is. How irrational and shameless Chu Wanning can get.
He should never find out.
Now, as the package sits innocently on his bed, the heavy weight of what he has actually done sinks into Chu Wanning for the first time ever since.
He really… went and bought a sex toy because of his roommate. All because he thought that this foolish attraction towards Mo Ran will go away if he caves in and give his body what it really wants, even if it’s just in the form of cold silicone. Chu Wanning didn’t even know he could make decisions as stupid as this but there’s a first time for everything, apparently.
It’s just going to be a one-time thing, though. Chu Wanning is sure that this will all go away after he is sated; and when it’s all said and done, he can stop walking on eggshells around Mo Ran. Problem solved.
Chu Wanning opens the package without the dexterity that one should expect from a licensed engineer. After a number of instances where he almost ripped the box apart from his excessive fumbling, a black, cylindrical object comes into view, bigger than what Chu Wanning had expected.
He takes the toy out and holds it in front of his face. This is supposedly bigger than Mo Ran?!
Somehow, somewhere in his sick, perverted mind, Chu Wanning finds this presumption rather… interesting. The dormant heat in his stomach is suddenly rising up in unbelievable volumes, consuming every bit of rationality and self-control that he had painstakingly built throughout his life.
The length of it takes up more than half of his forearm, and he can’t even grip the whole thing properly without the help of both of his hands. Chu Wanning can feel imitations of a vein on the underside of the toy. If Mo Ran were to walk in on him feeling up a dildo like a creepy old man, Chu Wanning would rather throw himself out the window than face him again. Death is a better option than lifetime humiliation.
Chu Wanning finds another thing inside the box—a small bottle. He opens it to find an unknown substance inside; a thick, clear liquid that strangely feels like some sort of a lotion.
He isn’t really… well-versed in the art of masturbation. Or sexual intercourse, for that matter. He has been avoiding it like a plague, not because he’s terrified that something terrible might happen in the middle of doing it, but because he just didn’t have any interest in it whatsoever. That is, until, Mo Ran barged into his life for the second time around.
In hindsight, Chu Wanning really should have just moved out and migrated to another country, but there’s no backing out now that he’s come this far.
Right. So he’s planning to penetrate himself with the toy. How does he do that.
Should he just strip his clothes off and stick it in? No—Chu Wanning has heard that it can be quite painful if you try and insert it without preparation. But how exactly does one do it?
The bottle of clear liquid rolls towards his legs as a form of a psychic answer.
Well then. Chu Wanning gingerly tugs his shirt off, shivering when the cool air meets his flushed skin, then moves to take his sleep shorts and underwear off. His dick is already stirring up from anticipation and he doesn’t know if he should be mortified or not.
Slowly, he pours the contents of the bottle on the toy, liberally coating it until every inch is wet and sticky. Then, Chu Wanning gets on all fours and lines the tip to his entrance.
It’s—it’s really big. Chu Wanning can feel how it’s stretching him to the limits the deeper he tries to push it in. A pained whimper slips out of his tightly-bitten lips as his torso falls forward onto the plush mattress, his arm suddenly giving out before him. Is it supposed to be this painful?
“Hah…” Chu Wanning can barely suppress his noises, even though he knows that Mo Ran is just one thin partition away from him. He couldn’t help it even if he wanted to, no matter how hard he tries to stifle them by biting his lips, some still manage to spill out whenever the toy roughly drags along his walls.
It’s too much, and if this is how a mere toy feels, then how would it even compare to Mo Ran—
His cock jumps at the thought of that. Surprisingly, amidst the pain and humiliation that Chu Wanning is willingly subjecting himself into, his body still finds the time to be as shameless as it can be.
He takes this opportunity to slide the toy deeper into him, almost halfway through now.
Immediately, tears spring at the corner of Chu Wanning’s eyes, threatening to spill over at any second. His thighs are trembling, barely keeping himself upright with how obscenely spread they are, his whole back is covered in sweat, too, a dull ache already forming at the base of his spine. He is not going to have a great day tomorrow.
No. This is definitely not going to work. Terrible, terrible idea.
Chu Wanning, with all the energy left in his sore body, grips the base of the toy and tries to pull it out. The sudden motion causes his entrance to cramp and tighten even more, and this time, Chu Wanning can’t help the cry that comes out of his mouth. The whole area around his ass burns .
Great, now the toy is definitely stuck inside, and Chu Wanning is just waiting for his bed to swallow him whole.
His brain goes into full panic mode. All the unpleasant thoughts are hitting him like a brick. What if it’s just stuck there? How would he be able to explain how he got in this situation in the first place? What if Mo Ran sees him like this?
With shaking legs, Chu Wanning forces himself to stand upright and get himself out of bed, hissing when the half-buried dildo inside his ass shifts and presses against a spot. He needs to get this toy out of him, but he doesn’t know where to start.
“Chu-laoshi?”
Chu Wanning’s blood runs cold.
Mo Ran is right there outside his room, a mere twelve feet away from the mess that Chu Wanning had become. The two of them are separated with only a mere piece of wood, and Chu Wanning isn’t even sure if he locked the door before he got on with whatever he’s doing now; he got too comfortable, and now he’s paying the consequences.
If he doesn’t answer right away, there are two possibilities that can happen: either Mo Ran will assume that he has fallen asleep and leave him alone, or he will grow curious and try opening Chu Wanning’s door that he most definitely left unlocked. And knowing how privy Mo Ran can be, he will choose the second option. It’s only a matter of time before the door will swing open and Mo Ran will see him, naked and disgusting, a dildo stuck in his ass.
Which still fucking hurts, by the way.
Everytime Chu Wanning even so much as moves the tips of his fingers, the toy will shift and rub against his walls in an uncomfortable manner. He tries to prevent another pained groan from slipping out of his lips, but it’s too late, even lifting his hands on time to cover his mouth takes a lot more energy than usual.
Mo Ran has definitely heard that. “Hey, Wanning—are you okay? What’s happening over there?”
Chu Wanning flinches at the sound of his name. “G-go away.”
“You’re clearly in pain, I just can’t pretend like I didn’t hear anything and leave you like that.”
God, why is Mo Ran being a decent human being now? Why can’t he be an asshole this time and leave Chu Wanning alone to wallow in this self-induced misery?
“It’s nothing, I just—I just stubbed my toe.” A punched gasp follows Chu Wanning’s lame excuse as he attempts to crawl back into his bed. Maybe, if he stays silent, Mo Ran will finally take the hint and retreat back to his room. Maybe he might even fall asleep and forget about all of this if he concentrates hard enough. “I’m okay, Mo Ran.”
There’s no answer from the other side of the door. Chu Wanning heaves a sigh and suffers through the painful torment of laying back down and burrowing under the sheets. That is, before he hears the sound of his bedroom door swinging open as well as Mo Ran’s overly concerned tone.
“Stop trying to act tough and—Chu-laoshi?”
Chu Wanning, after making sure that his entire body is covered by the blanket save for his head, glares at the uninvited visitor. “I thought I told you to go away.”
Mo Ran’s eyes soften. “You’re in pain. And you’re flushed all over. Are you running a fever again?”
Before Chu Wanning can retort, a warm, rough hand already made its way to get a feel of his forehead. He recoils at the sudden touch, which in turn shoves the toy deeper inside of him, and this time, Chu Wanning couldn’t hold back his cries before Mo Ran can hear them. He trembles and curls in on himself in an attempt to hide his expression, but that just prompts the dildo to move yet again .
Mo Ran is sitting beside him in a matter of seconds. “Fuck—okay. Wanning, you’re fine. Where does it hurt? Maybe I can help you with the pain.”
No, you definitely cannot help in any way whatsoever.
The toy continues to bring Chu Wanning hell, and even though Mo Ran’s touch is a balm to his overstimulated body, the embarrassment of being in this situation with the person he deeply cares about (and the exact reason why he’s like this) prevents him from feeling any kind of relief at all.
“Nowhere. I’m not in pain, Mo Ran. I’m just a little winded, just let me sleep.” Chu Wanning snaps, finally finding the energy to bat Mo Ran’s hands away from his face.
But Mo Ran is not one to be deterred too easily. He keeps eyeing Chu Wanning for any minute change in his expression, those dark purple eyes searching so deep that it almost feels like he can see through the blanket and into his dirty little secret.
Chu Wanning was going to speak once more when a soft thump resounds throughout the room, slicing through the awkward silence slowly forming between them. Mo Ran looks down to inspect what it is, picks it up, and holds it to his face.
It’s—it’s the bottle of lubricant.
Chu Wanning pales. Mo Ran is looking at the bottle like he definitely knows what it is and where it’s used for. He alternates his gaze between the bottle in his hands, Chu Wanning’s increasingly nervous expression, his body under the mound of blankets, then back at the bottle. Realization dawns on him soon enough.
There it is. Mo Ran is going to find out about his depraved thoughts, and then he’ll laugh at Chu Wanning and tell him how disgusting he is for thinking about his former student this way. That Chu Wanning has the audacity to ogle at him while he was masturbating and even use it as a subject for his filthy thoughts. He’ll move out and cut all ties with him, threatening Chu Wanning to stay away or else he’ll tell everyone else that he is just a dirty old man who likes to chase after his students. Mo Ran will hate him, he—
“—Wanning. Are you still with me?”
Chu Wanning didn’t even know that he had closed his eyes. Surprisingly, there’s no trace of malice on Mo Ran’s face, and it almost seems like his concern has doubled.
“...Get out.”
Mo Ran sighs, gently placing the bottle of lube on the nightstand beside Chu Wanning’s bed before he sits back down. He seems to be debating whether he should touch Chu Wanning again or not, because his hands are frozen in mid-air and his eyes seem unfocused, like he’s still trying to process the information he just received.
After a few agonizing seconds, Mo Ran finally opens his mouth to speak. “Do you even know how to do it properly?”
Chu Wanning chokes on air. “Wh-what are you talking about?! Of course I—”
Just as he was about to make up an excuse about being proficient in the art of masturbation, his sudden movements caused the toy to hit something within him. Something that brings pleasure instead of pain.
In a matter of seconds, every nerve in Chu Wanning’s body lights up, his body responding to actually feeling a pleasant sensation instead of agonizing pain. Every word that he plans to say comes out in the form of a garbled moan, a sound that he himself is unfamiliar to. Shame quickly overtakes the fleeting delight; Chu Wanning quickly dives back inside the blanket but Mo Ran’s hands are faster.
“Chu-laoshi,” Mo Ran’s voice… it sounds deeper. Like the trembles of an unknown abyss, a place where underlying danger sits in every corner. Mo Ran himself looks like he’s desperately trying to hold himself back. And for what? “Wanning. Let me help you.”
Mo Ran looks so, so sincere. Almost pitiful in the most endearing way. Chu Wanning’s heart skips a beat.
It’s like Chu Wanning is a spectator in his own body as he watches himself slowly peel the blankets off of his body, revealing every inch of porcelain white skin stained a tantalizing shade of pink. Mo Ran’s eyes follow the path of his hand as he greedily takes the sight in, and the intensity of his gaze burns hotter than anything Chu Wanning has ever witnessed.
Chu Wanning has never seen this much desire directed towards him. Especially from someone as unattainable as Mo Ran.
Laid bare in front of his roommate, his student. Just how ridiculous has this situation become?
“Why did you…” It was Mo Ran who broke the fragile silence that hangs in the air. He shakes his head after a few seconds of pondering. “Never mind that. Can I—can I help you?”
Chu Wanning humphs. “What do you think I’m doing?”
And Mo Ran honest to God smiles. Chu Wanning was almost about to get offended. “Of course you’d never admit it.” Mo Ran receives a slap on his arm for that, but he pays it no mind. “Okay. But we’re going to take this slow. Wanning, promise me that you’re going to tell me if this is any way uncomfortable for you.”
“Wh—why are you saying that, just get on with it!”
But Mo Ran looks straight into his eyes, and it’s like he can see something that Chu Wanning can’t, like he knows exactly what Chu Wanning wants even without him verbalizing it.
“I’m serious, Chu-laoshi.” One of Mo Ran’s hands settle on his hip, just a shy lower before the gentle curve of Chu Wanning’s waist. He’s barely putting any pressure yet Chu Wanning feels like he’s already trapped. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Especially because of me.”
Chu Wanning really can’t take this anymore.
Chuckling, Mo Ran slides his hand lower, sending a bout of shivers to wrack through Chu Wanning’s frame, until it settles on the swell of his ass, where the base of dildo can be seen protruding out of two fleshy peaks. He holds the toy ever so carefully, testing if it gives in to his touch, but to no avail. Chu Wanning is still as tense as ever.
“Wanning, I’m going to need you to relax for me.” And how exactly can Chu Wanning do that when the slightest feeling of Mo Ran’s skin on him sends a jolt to his spine? “I’m going to ease it out of you, but I can’t do it if you’re not relaxed.”
“H-how am I even supposed to—”
But then Mo Ran slips his free hand towards Chu Wanning’s front, down to—the pulsing heat between his thighs. He didn’t even know that his dick is starting to stir up in interest again. Chu Wanning melts under Mo Ran’s obviously more skillful hands, keening when he strokes from the base all the way up the tip, where a foreign wetness is starting to accumulate. Mo Ran spreads it along the girth of his cock at every downstroke, and it’s too much, it’s too good —
“There you go, Wanning.” Chu Wanning exhales a shaky breath. Since when did Mo Ran’s voice get this close? “Almost there, relax a little more for me.”
Chu Wanning lets himself fall into the fiery pit of desire that is Mo Ran. No holds barred, wholeheartedly.
“I—” He’s trembling, Chu Wanning knows that much. He’s writhing on the bed as Mo Ran sucks the pleasure out from the very marrow of his bones, hungrily consuming it for himself. His strokes get faster the louder Chu Wanning gets. “Mo Ran—wait, I’m—”
“Let it out, Wanning.” Mo Ran all but growls in Chu Wanning’s ear. “Come for me.”
Chu Wanning has no option but to obey.
He releases all over Mo Ran’s hands, his entire body seizing up from the pleasure overtaking his senses. Distantly, Chu Wanning feels the toy slide out of him completely, but he’s too lost in the haze to even feel glad about it.
It takes him a few minutes to come down from the high, and when he does, he springs up, wide-eyed and gaping. Mo Ran is nonchalantly throwing the toy on the floor like this is just a normal occurrence for him.
He just—did that. With Mo Ran. Mo Ran has seen his body, touched everything that Chu Wanning has to offer, and he didn’t get disgusted by it. In fact, Mo Ran has been so kind, so patient; he held Chu Wanning through it all, made sure that he is comfortable and feeling good.
Chu Wanning swallows. What now?
“You alright?”
Mo Ran peers down at him, still as concerned as ever. Chu Wanning fidgets under his sincere eyes. “Yes, tha—”
But, as he looks down, he discovers that while Mo Ran is still fully clothed, there’s no hiding the tent that has formed in the front of his pants. Chu Wanning’s mouth is suddenly very, very dry.
His mouth moves on autopilot. “You’re… hard.”
Chu Wanning also finds out that he cannot take his eyes off of Mo Ran’s crotch. He has already seen the entirety of him before, but not this close; the fact that he can easily reach out and touch it sends a new wave of heat down his stomach. He wants to, so bad.
But Mo Ran just shrugs as if he isn’t the least bit affected by his current affliction. “It’s okay, I can handle this myself.”
Chu Wanning frowns. Why can’t Mo Ran take the hint?
Well, he leaves Chu Wanning no other choice then. Taking advantage of the fact that his decision-making skills are still slightly unreasonable from the intensity of his previous orgasm, Chu Wanning musters up all this temporary courage to actually get up and pull Mo Ran closer to him. But things quickly turned to a disaster when Chu Wanning’s thighs gave out just as he managed to get a hold of Mo Ran, which ended up with the latter on top of him, pressing Chu Wanning against the bed.
This way, he can definitely feel the bulge of Mo Ran’s cock, and he grinds up to it unconsciously. Mo Ran’s hand flies to grip his waist hard, and Chu Wanning gasps beneath him.
“Wanning…” Mo Ran’s tone seems to have gotten even darker than before, threatening him with the promise of ruin.
Chu Wanning takes that as an encouragement.
“I want to do it too.”
Mo Ran groans above him, and the vibrations of it sends a new wave of heat over Chu Wanning’s whole being. “You can’t just say that so easily, Wanning.” He buries his head in the crook of Chu Wanning’s neck, breathing him in. “You know I can’t control myself around you.”
Does he? Chu Wanning didn’t even know that Mo Ran harbors all this pent-up desire for him, and even now, after all that’s happened, he’s still not sure if this isn’t just a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. Chu Wanning never felt like he was deserving of being looked upon in such a way.
“Then don’t.” His words are a breathless whisper. So full of confidence that’s so unlike him. “Please, Mo Ran.”
Warm, slick lips meet Chu Wanning’s chapped ones in a matter of seconds, and it takes more than a second for him to realize that they’re kissing. These are Mo Ran’s lips on top of his, kneading and biting with such vigor that Chu Wanning is so unfamiliar with. It’s like Mo Ran wants to suck Chu Wanning’s soul out through his mouth, like he wants to explore the inner parts of his body with the way his tongue licks every inch of Chu Wanning’s mouth.
When they part, a thin trail of spit connects both of their lower lips before it snaps into two, and Chu Wanning unconsciously chases the feeling of Mo Ran’s mouth on his.
“Wh—”
Mo Ran suddenly peels himself on top of him, and before Chu Wanning can complain, he’s shucking his shirt off, and then his pants, and then—
Chu Wanning’s gaze zeroes in on the sight of Mo Ran’s cock, flushed red and curved so prettily against his stomach. It is indeed much bigger than the toy he bought, longer and thicker, but instead of the fear and panic that consumed him earlier, Chu Wanning only feels an overwhelming hunger; a want—no, a need to be filled once again.
But this time, he wants to be filled with Mo Ran.
“Like what you see?” It was only then that Chu Wanning remembered that the rest of Mo Ran’s body is also present, and he takes his fill of looking at the hard planes of his stomach and the curve of his Adam's apple before his eyes settle on his face, which is currently sporting an amused smirk. “Didn’t know that Wanning would be this thirsty for me.”
“Who are you calling thirsty?!” Chu Wanning bites back, even if it’s true. He has to keep his dignity somehow.
Mo Ran ignores his protests, and instead leans down until his head is on par with Chu Wanning’s rapidly hardening dick. He gives a tentative lick, one that sends Chu Wanning careening to the edge as he bucks up and spurts all over his stomach for the second time around.
Mo Ran looks at him incredulously. “Did you just—”
But Chu Wanning doesn’t let him continue that sentence; instead, he turns over as gracefully as his shaking legs would allow and buries his face onto the sheets.
“I need you, Mo Ran”
He was met with silence. Chu Wanning was almost certain that the scenery laid out before him was only a figment of his absurd imagination when suddenly, big, warm hands settled on the meat of his ass, squeezing and spreading him apart.
How obscene. But Chu Wanning doesn’t want any of this to stop.
“In case you didn’t know, baobei, I’m more than a lot to take in. I have to prepare you a little more.”
Chu Wanning can almost make out the shit-eating grin on Mo Ran’s face.
He doesn’t comment on it any further, though, not when there are slicked fingers probing at his entrance, Mo Ran’s fingers, especially.
The first inch punches a sharp gasp from him. Although relatively smaller than the toy, Mo Ran’s fingers are definitely thicker than an average person’s, and the added texture is just enough to drive Chu Wanning crazy. Mo Ran thoroughly spreads him apart, pressing here and there as he gradually increases the pace; letting Chu Wanning feel every inch of him, every knuckle, every stroke.
He adds another one inside—Mo Ran has three fingers in now—and Chu Wanning can’t stop the lewd moan from spilling out of his lips. He’s ready, he wants Mo Ran now , he has never wanted anything more than his cock inside—
“Patience, Wanning.” Chu Wanning’s eyes snapped open—he didn’t even know that he had closed them shut in the midst of overwhelming pleasure. He also didn’t realize that he had been speaking his thoughts out loud. “I want to make this feel good for you, too.”
Chu Wanning whimpers at that.
Finally, after a few more long, agonizing moments, Mo Ran takes his fingers out and replaces them with the tip of his cock, just lightly kissing the rim of Chu Wanning’s hole. Teasing him. Torturing him.
“You ready?” Mo Ran prods around his hole, traces the swollen rim with his cock until it flutters around him like some sort of invitation. “Wanning, you’re so eager.”
“S-shut up!”
Chu Wanning’s head is spinning, drunk from the feeling of Mo Ran’s cock against his skin and the anticipation of being filled up, of being claimed. He had willingly let himself fall into the dark abyss, but he doesn’t have any regrets.
Not when it feels this good.
As the head of Mo Ran’s cock breaches Chu Wanning’s entrance, he comes for the third time that night.
He tightens uncontrollably, which coaxes an animalistic growl from Mo Ran. He’s not even halfway through but Chu Wanning is already feeling fuller than when he shoved the dildo inside of him. But strangely, he feels none of the discomfort that he had felt earlier; sure, it’s still slightly painful, considering that Mo Ran is a lot longer and thicker, but Chu Wanning feels like he’s more… accommodating now that he’s properly prepared.
“Fuck, Wanning.” Mo Ran murmurs against Chu Wanning’s shoulder. He worries the unmarked skin with his teeth, biting and licking until a pinkish bruise blooms on it, like haitang blossoms on the first bout of spring. “So tight. You feel so good around me.”
Chu Wanning can only moan in response and take it.
It felt like forever before Mo Ran finally bottomed out, hips flush against Chu Wanning’s ass. Every part of him, every cell, every atom screams for Mo Ran. Chu Wanning wants him to lose control and use him to chase his own desires, bend him over and break him until he’s an absolute wreck.
“Mo Ran…”
“Hm? Tell me what you want, Wanning.”
“Please.” Harder, faster, deeper. Chu Wanning wants everything that Mo Ran can offer, all at once. “Fuck me.”
Mo Ran starts moving. Finally, Chu Wanning’s body sings from satisfaction. His thrusts are relentless, not even giving Chu Wanning a time to breathe before he slams back inside with all the force that he got. He sets an unforgiving pace, one that leaves Chu Wanning clutching at the bedsheets with white-knuckled fingers, helplessly scrabbling for purchase everytime Mo Ran drives so deep into him that he swears he can feel him in his stomach.
And he was right, actually, because Mo Ran suddenly circles an arm around him and lays a tentative hand on his belly. There’s—a slight distention. It was almost fascinating to watch his skin stretch out to accommodate the sheer size of Mo Ran’s cock.
“Feel that, baobei?” Chu Wanning mewls when Mo Ran presses against the bulge a tad bit harder. “You’re taking me in so well. So good, Wanning is so good to me.”
“Yes—” Yes, I am good. I want to be good for you.
“If I had known that you wanted me this bad, I would have fucked you a long time ago.” The head of Mo Ran’s cock reaches something deep inside Chu Wanning and the latter screams. “You don’t know how bad I wanted to bend you over everytime you prance around the house wearing those goddamn shorts. I wanted to rip them off of you, Wanning.”
“I—”
“You’re so fucking hot and you don’t even realize it.” Mo Ran’s thrusts turn sloppier by the second as he, too, tries to reach his peak. Still, he keeps hitting Chu Wanning’s prostate dead on. “Even back then, when you were my professor, I had fantasized about taking you over your little desk.”
“Mo Ran—!”
Chu Wanning couldn’t believe his ears. Even back then? He was so sure that Mo Ran hated him as a professor.
Before he can even ponder deeper about it, though, Mo Ran increases the intensity of his thrusts. He manhandles Chu Wanning like he’s a ragdoll, drags his hips upwards like he weighs nothing. If anything, the brutish treatment only stokes the fire burning deep in Chu Wanning’s gut.
“So close,” Mo Ran says as he bites the shell of Chu Wanning’s ear. “Wanning, baobei, come for me one last time.”
“I—I can’t—” Chu Wanning’s cock gives a pitiful twitch, the leftover come from his previous orgasm is still dripping from the tip, forming an obscene sight. “Too much, Mo Ran, I can’t—”
“Yes you can.” Mo Ran punctuates his words with a harsh thrust and a slap on the swell of Chu Wanning’s ass. “One more, Wanning. Just one more. You can do it, you’ve been so good.”
God, how he loves hearing that. An unbearable amount of lust and satisfaction courses through his veins at the prospect of being good; of being able to satisfy Mo Ran’s own desires with the use of his body. Chu Wanning thrives on it.
Mo Ran takes a hold of his dripping length; he strokes it once, twice, until Chu Wanning is coming all over himself, staining the bed with his come for the fourth time. Mo Ran quickly follows, his hips stuttering as he fills Chu Wanning up.
Mo Ran’s come is thick and sloppy, and he came so much that some of it spilled out from where they were connected. Nevertheless, Chu Wanning loves the fullness that it brings, loves having the evidence of Mo Ran’s pleasure tainting his body—like some sort of twisted possession.
White fills Chu Wanning’s vision as he crashes down from his release. He must have passed out for a few seconds, only brought back to reality by the movement of Mo Ran’s cock sliding out of him.
“No—” He desperately keeps his ass pressed flush against Mo Ran’s body. He’s not ready to let go just yet.
“Wanning, we need to clean you up.”
“...Later.”
Mo Ran chuckles, but he ultimately relents, maneuvering them to a slightly more comfortable position so that they can catch their breaths. Chu Wanning is so close to falling asleep, thoroughly spent and fucked out. He momentarily opens his eyes when he feels the rumble of Mo Ran’s chest on his back.
“Wanning.” Mo Ran calls out.
“Hm?”
“Nothing. I just want to say your name.”
They bask in the comfortable silence, just breathing each other in and stealing kisses every now and then—on Mo Ran’s part, mostly. Chu Wanning is just letting him do whatever he wants.
It can’t get any better than this.
—
(Later, when they’re all cleaned up and tucked beside each other, Mo Ran would ask Chu Wanning why exactly he bought a dildo.
“It’s just so uncharacteristic of you, Wanning! I never knew you were the type—ow, ow, hey!”
Chu Wanning would slap his arm and say it’s his fault.
Mo Ran may never find out how exactly it is his fault, but he has a lot of ways to coax an answer out of Chu Wanning.)