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Chu Wanning could not remember how he’d gotten himself into this, how he’d been pulled into this— this debauchery. Let alone how long it had been since he had last interacted with someone from … before.

(He could, in fact, recall. But thinking about the way Taxian-jun had managed to ensnare him, to pull him in with his pretty  cruel smile and his gentle  possessive touch was not something Chu Wanning liked to dwell on.)

But it didn’t matter either way.

Taxian-jun made sure it didn’t.

He made sure that Chu Wanning was too distracted to think much about his life before —  he was incredibly skilled at keeping Chu Wanning’s mind occupied — until it simply lost importance.

“Baobei,” Taxian-jun called as he walked into their shared walk-in closet.

Chu Wanning sat in front of the vanity Taxian-jun had installed, staring down at one of the many ridiculously expensive jewelry sets that Taxian-jun had gifted to him throughout their time together.

He was a sight to behold with his hair down, the front strands held back by a diamond encrusted clip. He wore a sheer white robe, leaving very little to the imagination. And the robe contrasted beautifully with the red and black lingerie he wore beneath.

Mo Ran took a moment to simply appreciate Chu Wanning, his beautiful Wanning.

He wore the black thigh highs Mo Ran had once mentioned were his favourites, their lacy welts pressing into Chu Wanning’s thighs, making them look like they spilled out of the stretchy fabric. He had chosen a simple garter belt to go along with that; it made his waist look even tinier than usual and made a nice contrast to the rest of the rather lace heavy lingerie. The bralette he wore consisted of flimsy pieces of lace that stretched over Chu Wanning’s smooth pale chest, barely held together by intricate lacing all over the place. And the panties he wore matched the bralette, the straps of it cutting nicely into his plump ass. Mo Ran was sure that it would leave imprints in Chu Wanning’s skin, and he couldn’t wait to erase them with his own markings later that night.

But for now they had business to take care of.

“Baobei,” Mo Ran repeated, finally walking up behind Chu Wanning. He could see the moment Chu Wanning noticed him, startling for a moment before their gazes met in the mirror of the vanity.

“Mo Ran,” he said, his voice soft and tinged with relief. He must have been lost in thought.

“Our driver will be here in 15,” Mo Ran said.

He put his hands on Chu Wanning’s shoulders, squeezing them.

He liked the way they looked together like this. Chu Wanning in pretty and delicate lingerie that was very clearly not designed with him in mind, but that made him look all the more beautiful for it. Chu Wanning in black and red, his skin on display, his sharp edges in stark contrast to the soft fabrics wrapped around him. And Mo Ran himself behind him in a suit that screamed money, fully dressed with nothing more but his wrists and a small glimpse of his chest on display.

“Already?” Chu Wanning mumbled, clearly a voiced out thought rather than a serious question.

But Mo Ran replied anyway.

“Mmmmh,” he hummed, leaning forward.

He ran his hands down Chu Wanning’s sides, squeezing his waist in passing as he moved them further down, letting them rest next to Chu Wanning’s hips on the small bench he sat on. Mo Ran rested his chin on Chu Wanning’s shoulder, delighting in the way he shivered as Mo Ran’s breath hit his skin.

“Do you plan to wear this?” Mo Ran asked, glancing down at the necklace Wanning held before meeting his gaze in the mirror once more.

Chu Wanning let his gaze drop to the necklace that rested in the dark blue velvet case in his hands. It was golden and had a ruby pendant. The earrings that belonged to it rested in the case as well. Chu Wanning hadn’t worn them in a while, mostly because he knew how much Mo Ran liked to see him in collars and chokers. And he’d lie if he said that he didn’t like to please.

But when he had looked for the hair clip Mo Ran had recently gifted him—

(“Happy anniversary, baobei,” Mo Ran said, his features gentle as he put a hair clip into Chu Wanning’s hair. It was by far one of the most extravagant items Taxian-jun had ever gifted him. And Chu Wanning was very aware of the fact that it had to be some stolen heirloom, some priceless antique.

“Happy anniversary,” Chu Wanning replied, his voice small as a blush colored his cheeks and neck. This was their fifth anniversary, and Chu Wanning didn’t know whether to consider himself the luckiest or most pitiful person in the world.

Was it pitiful? To fall in love with your captor? To lose yourself so much in another person that you couldn’t quite tell who you were outside of them anymore?

Maybe pitiful wasn’t the right term after all.)

—he had stumbled upon the slightly dusty case, frowning before he opened it to find the very first pieces of jewelry Mo Ran had gifted him.

They were more of a mark of ownership back then, used to feel like a heavy weight that clearly marked him as Taxian-jun’s. But he had grown fond of the jewelry,

(of the feeling)

, over time. And now it had become a comfort.

Being Taxian-jun’s meant that no harm would come to him. It meant that Mo Ran had chosen him, had inexplicably decided that Chu Wanning, of all people, was who he wanted  despite having plenty of choices at his fingertips.

“Maybe,” Chu Wanning replied.

He looked back up just to be met by Mo Ran’s intent gaze on him.

“I think you should,” Mo Ran whispered.

He kept their eye contact as his lips brushed against the shell of Chu Wanning’s ear.

“I think it won’t hurt to remind people of just who you belong to. And just who they’re defying if they dare to approach you,” he added.

Chu Wanning felt heat bloom beneath his skin while he could see the blush spread on his cheeks in his reflection. Mo Ran smirked as he watched him fluster.

“Would you like that, baobei? For me to make a public show of who you belong to?” Mo Ran asked. He gently bit down on Chu Wanning’s earlobe.

Chu Wanning felt a shiver run down his spine, leaning into the touch of Taxian-jun’s chest against his back, into the delectable pain that shot heat down his spine and abdomen.

“Don’t you want to see the reaction of the scum whose brother I killed and took these from?” Taxian-jun added.

Chu Wanning whimpered, his flush deepening as the shame of his bodily reaction fought against the haze in his mind.

He had been there, when Mo Ran killed the man the jewelry used to belong to. He was the younger brother of one of Taxian-jun’s “business rivals” and he was known for selling the most extravagant (and illegally obtained) jewelry money could buy. And he was cocky enough to try and scam Mo Ran.

If he’d left it at that he might have gotten away with his life — but then he started talking shit about Chu Wanning.

He wouldn’t stop talking about how gross it was, that a man like him was dressed so femininely when it clearly didn’t suit him. Wouldn’t stop insulting Chu Wanning’s appearance, telling Taxian-jun that he had prettier women to offer him, even prettier men if that’s where his preference lay.

He wouldn’t stop bragging, wouldn’t stop talking.

It felt like his insults rained down on Chu Wanning for hours, wearing away at the little confidence he had been able to gather in order to not feel completely disgusting in the clothes Taxian-jun put him into; but barely a few minutes had passed by the time Mo Ran snapped.

Chu Wanning had been surprised by the coldness in Taxian-jun’s voice when he talked to the man, snarled at him about how blind he was, about the audacity of calling Chu Wanning, his Wanning, ugly. Gross. Undesirable.

There was no further warning before Taxian-jun threw his first punch. And Chu Wanning was horrified, was completely frozen in surprise as he watched Taxian-jun beat the man into a pulp, watched the man beg for his life as Taxian-jun kicked and growled. He only stopped when Chu Wanning made a noise of distress, blood covering Mo Ran’s fists and splattering his white dress-shirt and face.

His eyes looked almost purple when he turned towards Chu Wanning, his breath heavy. He looked disoriented for a moment but quickly gathered himself. Taxian-jun made a small shushing sound as he approached Chu Wanning, putting one hand on his waist, leaving a smear of red on the white slip dress he was wearing, while his other hand came up to cup Chu Wanning’s face, cradling his cheek gently.

“He can’t hurt you anymore,” Taxian-jun said, running his thumb across Chu Wanning’s cheek.

Chu Wanning wanted to scream. He could smell the copper of another man’s blood, could hear the small whimpers the man made, most definitely too injured to survive this encounter if they didn’t call an ambulance right now.

And yet all Chu Wanning could focus on was the way Taxian-jun held him, was the fact that he’d beaten this man into a pulp to protect him, to shield him from any further hurt. He couldn’t say that he was proud of the way he melted into Taxian-jun’s touch. But it felt so right in that moment, felt safe and good and so warm.

(He was horrified afterwards, was horrified that apparently he lost all sense of morals and self when Taxian-jun touched him. That he was a spineless coward in the other man’s presence, stupid enough to fall for his faked affection and sweet nothings.

He was even more horrified when he realized that his honey sweet affections weren’t lies.

And that he reciprocated them completely.)

Taxian-jun had still taken the jewelry he’d meant to buy from the man before he unceremoniously shot him square in the forehead, saying that the whimpering gave him a headache. He ordered his henchmen to clean up the mess when they left.

And he made Chu Wanning wear the jewelry whenever they were in public, sending a message because everyone in their circles knew exactly what happened to the man that ruby necklace and earrings had belonged to. He made Wanning wear it until he got him a diamond choker, that was. Taxian-jun deemed showing his ownership of Chu Wanning much more important than sending a warning that everyone should have received by then anyway.

Taxian-jun chuckled at Chu Wanning’s reaction.

“It was the day I realized I love you, Wanning. The day I decided that you would be mine and stay mine no matter what,” he added before pressing a kiss to Chu Wanning’s neck, drawing a whimper out of him.

“I’ll wear them,” Chu Wanning said, averting his gaze once more, but this time because he couldn’t bear to see himself like this. All worked up and at the complete mercy of whatever Mo Ran said.

“And I love you too,” Chu Wanning mumbled, focusing on taking the necklace out of its case.

Taxian-jun made a pleased little noise, pressing another kiss to Chu Wanning’s neck before he straightened back up.

“10 minutes, baobei. I’ll be waiting outside.”

Chu Wanning hummed in response, only looking back up at his reflection once he closed the necklace. He pulled his hair out of it and put on the earrings, marvelling at how beautifully cut the rubies were. They did bring the still present blush on his face to the forefront though. He didn’t think it was very flattering, but then again, Mo Ran liked it; he had mentioned that he did several times in the past.

Chu Wanning nodded at his own reflection after making sure that his hair was still neat. He rose from the vanity and walked over towards the closet. He knew which role he had to play tonight, and he was not planning on disappointing Taxian-jun. It was an easy choice to slip into a black silk dress with a waterfall neckline. It plunged deeply on his back, the opening held together with a simple tie that was covered by his hair. And it had a very high leg slit, one that was high enough that it almost exposed his underwear. Chu Wanning did not look at himself once he slipped into the dress and secured the tie in the back with a small bow. He slipped into his most comfortable black high heels instead, shaking his foot slightly to make sure that they sat properly.

Mo Ran looked him up and down when he opened the door out of their bedroom, closing it behind himself.

“Beautiful,” he praised, approval clear.

Chu Wanning ducked his head slightly as he flushed, walking up to him. He came to a stop when they stood across from each other, barely any space between them.

“My beautiful kitten,” Taxian-jun purred, smirking when Chu Wanning rolled his eyes but flushed further anyways.

“Shush,” he mumbled and Mo Ran laughed openly at that. He wrapped his arms around Chu Wanning’s waist, pulling him flush. Chu Wanning’s heels were pretty high — high enough that he struggled to get used to walking in them for quite a while — but Mo Ran was still noticeably taller than him even with them on to even out their height difference a bit.

Chu Wanning pressed his forehead to Mo Ran’s shoulder, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t be able to see the balustrade they were leaning against. The mansion was one of those with ridiculously high ceilings — which meant that a fall from the first floor into the entry hall would be quite a deep one. Chu Wanning would never forget how he had pushed a former staff member who had tried to assault him away from himself, sending them over the balustrade. He had clearly heard the impact of them landing on the marble floor below.

“But you are my kitten, Wanning. And you are beautiful. I only surround myself with the most beautiful things after all,” Mo Ran said.

Chu Wanning looked up at him with slightly narrowed eyes in response.

“What?” Mo Ran asked, amusement still coloring his voice.

“Just … shush,” Chu Wanning repeated, pressing his lips to Mo Ran’s to quiet any possible response. And it worked magnificently.

Mo Ran tightened his grip on Chu Wanning in response, easily taking  over the lead of the kiss. He grabbed Chu Wanning’s ass with one hand, harshly kneading the plush cheek. And Chu Wanning moaned in turn, fisting his hands in the collar of Mo Ran’s suit jacket. He moaned against Mo Ran’s mouth, happily welcoming the soft wet tongue that was pushed into his mouth. Mo Ran’s grip tightened and Chu Wanning was sure that it left marks, he couldn’t wait to check once he had a mirror and a moment to himself.

Mo Ran muffled Chu Wanning’s needy little sounds as he pressed them closer, grinding their groins together. Chu Wanning could feel Mo Ran’s hardness against his hip and thigh, and he couldn’t help the filthy moan that left him at that.

Knowing that he could make Taxian-jun, his Mo Ran, one of the most dangerous men in the world, feel like this in a matter of moments was dizzying; it was a heady feeling.

A honk interrupted them — their car had arrived.

Chu Wanning breathed heavily when Mo Ran pulled back, keeping his hands on Wanning as he put a tiny bit of distance between them.

Mo Ran’s lips were reddened and Chu Wanning wanted to make them even redder.

“Later,” Mo Ran promised, as if he could read Chu Wanning’s mind.

Chu Wanning would never admit to it, but he pouted slightly.

Mo Ran smiled, “I’ll fuck you until you fall apart, kitten. Promise. But first, business.”

Chu Wanning slid into the car, glad to see that the partition between them and the driver was up. There was a time when that had made him uncomfortable, when he’d dreaded what that would mean.

(Did he really dread it, though?

He remembered the thoughts, the nervousness of being alone with Taxian-jun in the back of his car, the apprehension and uneasiness that clouded his mind each time.

But then again, whenever Taxian-jun did touch him he only felt pleasure; only felt ecstasy as he was brought to the heights of sensation in a matter of moments, leaving him with no thoughts in mind other than a deep contentment and satisfaction.

So really, was it dread or simply nerves?)

But that feeling had long since passed.

Now it filled him with anticipation, with excitement. Because he knew Mo Ran, he knew that he wanted Chu Wanning just as badly as Wanning himself craved his touch. He knew that Mo Ran wanted to consume him whole, would never let him out of his sight if he had any choice. Chu Wanning didn’t understand why, but he knew that his all-consuming desire was reciprocated. And that was all that mattered to him.

He shivered slightly at the thought of what Mo Ran could do to him on their car ride alone, the ballroom where tonight’s gala was hosted was 20 minutes away, and that was more than enough time for Mo Ran to make Chu Wanning fall apart.

Mo Ran slid into the car after him; the door was slammed shut by their driver. Mo Ran spread his legs and tapped his thigh, tilting his head as he smirked at Chu Wanning.

“Come here, kitten,” he said.

Chu Wanning didn’t hesitate, doing as he was told. He shuffled over and sat down on Mo Ran’s lap. Mo Ran rearranged him, draping his legs over both of his own.

Mo Ran wrapped one arm around Chu Wanning’s back and waist, settling his hand at the top of his dress’ slit. Chu Wanning easily melted against Mo Ran’s front, letting out a shivering breath when Mo Ran squeezed his thigh.

“So desperate for my touch, kitten, aren’t you?” Mo Ran asked. His eyes were half lidded as he looked down at Chu Wanning, but something like fascination swam in his gaze.

Chu Wanning nodded in response, delighting in the small chuckle his response drew out of Mo Ran. Mo Ran used his free hand to gently tilt Chu Wanning’s head up by his chin. He pushed his thumb against Chu Wanning’s lower lip as he looked at him, scanning his face like Chu Wanning was some sort of exquisite art piece he wanted to properly take in.

Chu Wanning let his mouth fall open, wrapping his lips around the tip of Mo Ran’s finger. It felt like the air between them was thick with tension, filled with static, as Mo Ran drew in a sharp breath.

“Wanning,” he hissed, pressing his thumb down on Chu Wanning’s tongue, which made the older man moan in turn.

“Fuck.”

And Chu Wanning agreed, he really did want to be fucked. Right now, preferably.

Mo Ran had riled Chu Wanning up in the minutes while they waited for their car. Some kisses and touches were enough for Chu Wanning to become needy, to want, nowadays. One would expect that he got more used to Mo Ran’s touch over time, that his reactions became less extreme. But the opposite was the case.

It was almost as if Taxian-jun had trained Chu Wanning to react to his touch, to react intensely if he was handled just the right way, if he pushed just the right buttons. And maybe that was what had happened. Chu Wanning couldn’t be bothered to care either way —

(He used to care, at some point.

He could faintly remember being irritated and appalled by how easily his body reacted to Mo Ran’s touch, by how intense his desire burned whenever Taxian-jun so much as dropped his voice.

He used to despise himself for his reactions at one point.

But these memories were little more than a blur now.)

— all he knew was that he desired and that Taxian-jun desired him too.

Mo Ran removed his hand from Chu Wanning’s mouth and pulled him into a kiss instead, more tongue and teeth than lips. It was overwhelming, felt like Mo Ran was trying to devour him — and Chu Wanning would happily let him.

He whimpered into the kiss whenever Taxian-jun bit down a little too harshly, whenever he came close to drawing blood, the pain sending sparks of arousal down to Chu Wanning’s hardening cock. The pain was dizzying, but it was never quite enough.

They both gasped for air when Mo Ran pulled back slightly, a string of saliva connecting them as their lips glistened with it.

Mo Ran pulled Chu Wanning closer to himself, groaning at the increased pressure on his ridiculously huge cock which was trapped between them. But he paid little attention to that, using his free hand to cup Chu Wanning’s hardness instead.

Chu Wanning moaned lewdly, the sound loud enough that their driver probably heard him, as Mo Ran started massaging his cock through his dress and lace underwear.

“Do you like this kitten? Like being my pretty little slut, my cute plaything?” Mo Ran asked, an edge of ridicule to his tone of voice.

Chu Wanning barely had the presence of mind to nod as he whimpered.

Mo Ran smiled at him, the tilt to his mouth cruel as he watched Chu Wanning like a predator watched its prey.

“Good. Because that’s all you are. My needy whore, good for nothing but my entertainment.”

Chu Wanning tightened his grip on Mo Ran’s collar as he ground up into his hand, nodding frantically as he let out little ‘ah’s between the occasional keen.

“Say it, baobei. What are you?” Mo Ran asked, his lips brushing against Chu Wanning’s ear. His breath was hot on Chu Wanning’s skin, making him shiver.

“Yours,” Chu Wanning choked out, a moan following after as Mo Ran squeezed his cock with more force than before. It was bordering on painful over pleasurable, Chu Wanning thought. But truthfully? Pain and pleasure had always been a blurry line to walk in their sexual encounters. Chu Wanning could never quite tell where one started and the other ended, and maybe the distinction didn’t matter either. It ended with him a blissed out mess and Mo Ran more possessive of him than ever anyways; a desirable result if you were to ask Chu Wanning.

“My what?” Mo Ran asked, mouthing along Chu Wanning’s neck.

He arched into the brush of lips, helplessly trying to buck up into Mo Ran’s hand over his cock. But he was held in place.

“Your slut,” Chu Wanning replied. He did have the presence of mind to flush in shame.

(It was shameful, to enjoy being degraded and degrading himself, wasn’t it?

Taxian-jun made it sound like it wasn’t, purred the insults with so much hunger and affection that Chu Wanning almost forgot their nature. But they were insults in the end, designed to make Chu Wanning hyper aware  of how he debased and degraded himself for Taxian-jun, of how much of a hold the man had over him.

But Chu Wanning couldn’t help the way he flushed in excitement, the way heat gathered in his abdomen with every degradation Mo Ran bestowed upon him, with every name the man called him. As long as he wanted Chu Wanning it was fine, it was perfect.

Because in the end it didn’t really matter what Mo Ran called him, did it?

As long as Chu Wanning’s was ‘his’.)

“ ‘m your slut. Your whore,” Chu Wanning got out, satisfied when Mo Ran growled in response, tightening his grip on Chu Wanning.

“Exactly,” he confirmed before he buried his face in the crook of Chu Wanning’s neck.

“My whore, only mine,” he rasped against Chu Wanning’s skin before he bit down, the force of it enough to break Chu Wanning’s skin.

And that was pain, Chu Wanning could clearly tell that it was pain.

But it was pleasure all the same, he thought. His grip on Taxian-jun’s suit jacket tightened, his knuckles white, as he let out a high pitched keen in response. He stiffened as the pain swirled into pleasure, all of it gathering in his abdomen in an explosion; in wave after wave of pain and pleasure, a pot boiling and bubbling over.

Mo Ran’s grip on Chu Wanning’s cock was impossibly tight as he released, the noises that came out of his mouth probably loud enough to be heard by people outside of the car. He shook with the force of it, shook as the pleasure became overwhelming, zap after zap of it striking through him until Mo Ran loosened his grip.

Chu Wanning’s throat felt sore as he came down from his orgasm. His grip on Mo Ran weakened and he let himself slump forward, unable to hold himself up. He could feel that he’d ruined his underwear, hoped that the stains wouldn’t show on his dress.

But maybe Mo Ran had a back-up dress in the trunk? He usually did keep change for both of them in their car. Less for ‘staining things with cum’ reasons and more for ‘clothing being splattered with blood’ reasons; but it was practical all the same.

“Fuck,” Mo Ran whispered, his breath almost as heavy as Chu Wanning’s. He wrapped both of his arms around Chu Wanning as he held him close, pressing kisses over the still bleeding bite.

Chu Wanning huffed gently, pressing the bridge of his nose against the skin of Mo Ran’s neck, or at least the bit that was not covered up by his dress shirt. He breathed deeply, felt himself relax even further into Mo Ran’s embrace as he drowned in the smell of him.

Mo Ran licked over Chu Wanning’s wound and pressed another kiss against it before he sat up straight. The air that hit Chu Wanning’s neck made him shiver. He could feel droplets of blood gather at the open wound, but he cared little about it. This was not the first time Mo Ran broke skin with the force of his passion and Chu Wanning hope—  was sure it wouldn’t be the last time either.

It took another few moments for Chu Wanning to gather himself enough to be able to force strength into his tired muscles. He took a deep breath before he pushed himself upright, meeting Mo Ran’s gaze.

He had just examined the bite mark, Chu Wanning assumed, by the way his gaze flicked up to meet Wanning’s and the way he pushed the tip of his tongue against his ridiculously sharp canines.

Really, nobody’s canine’s had the right to look like they belonged in the mouth of a husky or a wolf or any other actual canine, and yet Mo Ran’s did. And they were sharp enough to do the job as well, if Chu Wanning’s neck was any proof.

Chu Wanning noticed a fleck of red smeared below Mo Ran’s lower lip and pushed himself up, pressing a kiss to Mo Ran’s lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth, cleaning up the trace of his own blood before he released it with a small pop.

Chu Wanning had closed his eyes as he’d kissed Mo Ran, opening them up once more after he pulled back slightly. He rarely ever felt bold enough to initiate anything between them, but riding out the waves of an orgasm always lowered his inhibitions a little more than usual. Chu Wanning felt drunk after Taxian-jun made him cum while drinking copious amounts of wine never did the job.

“Beautiful,” Mo Ran mumbled.

Chu Wanning blushed furiously in response, definitely not pouting when Mo Ran laughed lightly at his reaction.

“My beautiful Wanning,” he said. And Chu Wanning let out a tiny noise of complaint.

“Mo Ran,” Chu Wanning whined, his voice small.

“Wanning,” Mo Ran replied, smiling as he raised one eyebrow in question.

And Chu Wanning wanted to be upset with him — after all they both knew that he was not good at handling compliments in any way, shape or form — but he could never stay upset with Mo Ran, not in the long run.

Not when he gave Chu Wanning the smile that made his dimples show.

“...” was Chu Wanning’s incredibly elaborate response.

Mo Ran’s smile deepened before he pressed a gentle kiss to Chu Wanning’s lips.

He sighed when he pulled back this time, leaning his head back against the headrest, exposing the long line of his neck.

And Chu Wanning was struck with a sudden urge to mark.

He usually didn’t care much to leave any visible marks on Mo Ran. He was territorial, sure, and liked that people knew that Mo Ran and him belonged together. But on most days it was enough for him that that was made abundantly clear by Mo Ran marking him up, by being dressed up in a way that screamed ‘Taxian-jun’s property’.

(When did you start enjoying that? a small voice in the back of Chu Wanning’s mind piped up.

But Chu Wanning ignored it with practiced ease.

Why wouldn’t he enjoy being Taxian-jun’s, after all?)

Not today, though.

But before Chu Wanning could act on his impulse Mo Ran sat up straight once more.

“We should get out and get you changed, kitten,” he said.

It took Chu Wanning a moment to notice that, oh, their car had been standing still for quite some time now. He hadn’t realized. But to be fair, he had been busy with pleasure whiting out any coherent thought for quite some time there. So really, nobody could hold his inattentiveness against him.

Chu Wanning hummed, making to move off Mo Ran’s lap when he noticed that Mo Ran was still hard in his slacks, explaining why he’d said only Wanning had to change.

Chu Wanning paused and looked down at the outline of Mo Ran’s hardness against his leg. His tongue darted out to wet his lips without his permission.

Mo Ran’s gaze was heavy when Chu Wanning looked up at him in question.

A few moments passed before Mo Ran replied.

“Later,” he rasped, clearing his throat before he shooed Chu Wanning off his lap.

Their driver must have heard at least part of their conversation as he opened the door before Chu Wanning could reach for the handle.

He offered Chu Wanning his hand to ascend out of the car and Chu Wanning took it thankfully. He wanted to mumble his thanks, but was sweeped off towards the enormous building before them before he could get a word out. Mo Ran barked orders at their driver before they were out of hearing range.

Chu Wanning became painfully aware of the state of his underwear with each step he took. He was glad for the length of his dress as he could feel his own cooling cum slide down his inner thighs with each step he took.

“How bad is it?” Chu Wanning asked as discreetly as possible, doing his best to keep his thoughts off of how embarrassing this was in order to keep the heated flush climbing up his chest as contained as possible. He was sure that he looked much more dishevelled than he thought he did.

“How bad is what?” Mo Ran asked, faux innocence perfectly covering up the glint of amusement in his eyes.

Chu Wanning huffed.

“You know exactly what,” he muttered, biting down on his tongue as he felt a particularly thick dribble of cum slide out of the confines of his lace slip.

“Maybe I would know if you asked the right question,” Mo Ran sing-songed, his smile sharp when Chu Wanning met his gaze.

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes slightly before he decided to fuck it and swallowed his embarrassment as well as he could.

“How fucked out do I look?” he asked.

Mo Ran’s smile sharpened at that. He looked positively delighted.

“On a scale of the time I gave you a quick handjob in the bathroom while you met my family to the 36 hours of marathon sex we had a year ago on my birthday?”

Chu Wanning could not stop the way his cheeks heated up at that.

“Shameless!” he hissed, as if he wasn’t the one who openly wore Taxian-jun’s bite mark on his neck.

The look Mo Ran levelled him with seemed to agree, but Chu Wanning huffed and ignored it, raising an eyebrow to make clear that he was waiting for an answer.

“I’d say a 4, but the bite mark really does elevate it to a 5,” Mo Ran responded after another few moments.

Chu Wanning had paid little attention to where they were going, simply letting himself be steered by Mo Ran and praying that they wouldn’t come across another living soul until he had a moment to freshen up.

But he did pause when they stepped through a heavy dark wood door which revealed a gaudy powder room behind it. It had too many gilded accents, for Chu Wanning’s taste. And if the way Mo Ran pursed his lips was anything to go by he agreed.

Chu Wanning walked up to the wide mirror and leaned over the ornamental sink to get a better look at himself.

His hair was less messed up than he’d expected it to be, but his lips and his neck were a mess. His lips were pink and slightly swollen, almost making them look plush where they were usually thin. And his neck? Well, the area surrounding the bite mark was a deep purple. It looked like he’d been mauled and the area throbbed when Chu Wanning gently pushed his fingers against it.

He had to bite his lips to swallow the sound that wanted to escape him as the pain went right to his abdomen. His response to pain probably wasn’t healthy.

He took a few steps back and checked the front and back of his dress, sighing when he could see the spots where his cum had stained the dress from the inside. He had really hoped they hadn’t ruined it, it was one of the ones he felt more comfortable in.

There was a knock on the door and Mo Ran opened it, taking a garment bag before he closed the door. He locked it behind himself this time.

Mo Ran hung the garment bag up on the overdoor hook before he walked up towards Chu Wanning and wrapped his arms around him. He pressed a kiss to the side of his head as their gazes met in their reflection.

“Shouldn’t we hurry up?” Chu Wanning asked.

Mo Ran hummed non-commitically as he pressed another kiss to the side of Chu Wanning’d head, this time lower. He continued to kiss his way down, sweeping Chu Wanning’s hair out of the way to get better access to his neck. Mo Ran didn’t pause before he pressed his lips to the bite mark, making Chu Wanning’s knees buckle as he gasped gently, fully leaning into Mo Ran’s hold.

Mo Ran smiled against his skin, looking up to meet Chu Wanning’s gaze in the mirror once more.

“Look at yourself, baobei,” Mo Ran said. Ordered, really.

And Chu Wanning did, fighting the urge to close his eyes at the image he painted.

He looked wanton, looked like a needy damsel in Taxian-jun’s arms. He was flushed and the way his mouth was parted — as if he would moan lewdly at any moment — was shameful.

“See what I do to you?” Mo Ran asked and Chu Wanning nodded, making a small sound of confirmation.

“You turned into this all for me, Wanning,” Mo Ran continued, his gaze fixed on their reflection as he spoke, “Do you regret it?”

(“Yes,” was the answer Chu Wanning had given the first time Taxian-jun had asked this question, had asked him whether he regretted this, whether he despised what he’d become.

The next time Mo Ran had asked, his  response had been silence as his mind came to a screeching  halt and seemed to collapse in on itself. He was gasping for air when he came back to himself, Mo Ran’s voice soothing as he gathered the pieces Chu Wanning had shattered into in his  arms to glue back together.

He hadn’t asked again for a long time after that, not until well over three years of them being together had passed.

“Do you regret it, Wanning?” he’d asked.

Chu Wanning had tilted his head in confusion when he looked up from his book and met Mo Ran’s gaze. And his gaze was unreadable to Chu Wanning, something that rarely ever occurred anymore. You learn to read a person when you spend almost every hour with them.

When you are a part of them.

“Do you regret this?” Mo Ran asked, gesturing between them, waving to include their general surroundings.

Chu Wanning didn’t hesitate  before he replied.)

“No,” he said.

Chu Wanning parted his mouth as if to continue, but struggled to find the words.

“No?” Mo Ran asked, pressed, his grip tightening slightly.

Chu Wanning licked his lips before he spoke, hoping that he found the right words.

“No. If being like this means being yours …” he trailed off for a moment, swallowing visibly, “If it means being yours then no. I don’t regret it.”

A moment passed, suspended in silence. Chu Wanning could feel his nerves eating at him, could feel the way anxiety thrummed through his veins with every beat of his heart. Until Mo Ran spun him around and backed him against the sink.

The cold porcelain pressed against Chu Wanning’s lower back as Mo Ran crowded his space, surrounding him completely.

“You are mine, aren’t you? Only mine,” Mo Ran growled, his hands on either side of Chu Wanning.

He was so warm, Mo Ran was always so warm. The perfect opposite to how cold Chu Wanning tended to be. His presence was all-encompassing, swallowing up every other thought in Chu Wanning’s mind, blocking out everything else in the room. And it was a comfort, to only have to focus on Mo Ran, to not have to think or care about anything else that ever happened around them.

(Chu Wanning used to care, he cared so much.

And maybe he still did, to some degree. But not enough to change anything.

Not enough to ever ruin his own happiness.

Not enough to ever move against Mo Ran, as he once would have. A long time ago.)

“I’m all yours Mo Ran,” Chu Wanning said.

He had to tilt his head far enough back that it was almost uncomfortable to look at Mo Ran’s face, to meet his heated gaze. And his eyes looked almost purple like this.

“Taxian-jun,” Chu Wanning added, settling his hands on Mo Ran’s chest. He let one rest there while he ran the other over the soft material of his dress shirt, over his heated skin until it settled against the side of his jaw.

Chu Wanning didn’t know what brought this sudden bout of possessiveness on, but he had spent enough time with Mo Ran to know what to do when he got like this. It had cost Chu Wanning immense amounts of courage in the beginning, had taken trust in himself and in Mo Ran’s feelings for him — that he did not have back then — as he cracked himself open and stepped over the deep well of shame inside himself in order to be honest with himself and Mo Ran.

“I’ll only ever be yours, Taxian-jun,” Chu Wanning said, heat blooming inside him as he kept their gazes locked, forcing himself not to look away in embarrassment.

“There’s nobody else who I would ever want to be with,” he reassured, running his thumb against the line of Mo Ran’s jaw. And Mo Ran looked at him, leaned into the touch.

“There’s nobody else. Never was, never will be.”

Chu Wanning pushed himself  up and let his eyes flutter shut as he pushed his lips against Mo Ran’s, letting his hand slip to rest at the back of his neck.

Mo Ran let himself be kissed by Chu Wanning, reciprocating the kiss with a gentle press of lips of his own. Their breaths were steady as Chu Wanning tilted his head slightly, increasing the pressure of his lips to show that he meant it. That he only wanted Mo Ran.

It was only a matter of moments before Chu Wanning shyly pushed the tip of his tongue against Mo Ran’s lower lip in a bid for entrance. And he could feel Mo Ran’s shuddering breath against him as he granted Chu Wanning access, allowing him to take the lead for the time being.

Chu Wanning pushed himself against Mo Ran, letting the shame that pushed at him fall away as he showed Mo Ran how much he wanted. How much he craved. How badly he needed.

Their breaths came heavier when Chu Wanning leaned back slightly, his eyes barely able to focus on Mo Ran in front of him with how close they were. A string of saliva connected their lips.

Chu Wanning felt warm, felt like he was drenched in the syrupy sweetness of his own affections. It felt like honey dripping when he blinked slowly.

“Yours,” he said, once more.

Mo Ran wrapped his arms around him fully, lifted Chu Wanning up until he sat on the edge of the basin behind him, balancing precariously on its edge. But with Mo Ran holding him Wanning knew he didn’t have to worry, he was safe in his arms.

“Mine,” Mo Ran agreed, his voice gentler than before. The need for reassurance had bled out of it, only leaving possessiveness behind. And it was a reassuring feeling, to know that Mo Ran wanted to own him.

Mo Ran swallowed visibly, his gaze on Chu Wanning unrelenting.

“And I am yours, baobei,” he said.

Chu Wanning felt his breath catch in his throat.

“I am yours and yours only.”

Chu Wanning felt almost dizzy. Mo Ran, Taxian-jun, he was his.

He’d said so himself.

“Mine,” Chu Wanning agreed, his voice small as his grip on the hair at the nape of Mo Ran’s neck tightened.

Mo Ran nodded in agreement before he leaned in, melding their lips together in another kiss. It didn’t take long for it to escalate; for Chu Wanning to boldly unbutton Mo Ran’s shirt halfway, for Mo Ran to push Chu Wanning’s already ruined dress out of the way, ripping it so the slit revealed more of Chu Wanning’s skin.

Their breaths were heavy in the space between them as Mo Ran made quick work of Chu Wanning’s drenched underwear, simply ripping it to get rid of it. Chu Wanning only had the presence of mind to mourn the loss of the matching slip for this set and the absolute destruction of his dress for a moment before Mo Ran wrapped his hand around his hardening cock.

Taxian-jun’s hand was big enough to swallow Chu Wanning’s cock almost completely.

“Mo Ran,” he moaned, bucking up into his firm grip, into the slow pumps he used to bring Chu Wanning to full hardness. Chu Wanning was still sticky from his previous orgasm, but Mo Ran paid the mess little mind, using it as makeshift lubricant as he tightened his grip.

“Mo Ran, please,” Chu Wanning whimpered, tears gathering in his eyes as the pressure of Mo Ran’s hand became almost unbearable. He was so hard again, throbbing in Mo Ran’s grip as pleasure gathered in his abdomen, the pain swirling into it and egging it on.

“Come for me, baobei,” Mo Ran said, his voice deep as he tightened his grip even more. And Chu Wanning sobbed as felt his abdomen contract, abruptly pushed over the edge solely by Mo Ran’s words.

He limply fell against Mo Ran’s chest as the other man continued to milk him, running his calloused thumb over the over sensitive head of his cock again and again, pressing it against his slit until Chu Wanning cried with overstimulation, wet sobs joining the little moans and whimpers he couldn’t stop from escaping.

“Such a good slut for me,” Mo Ran mused, finally removing his hand from Chu Wanning’s cock.

He was barely present enough to notice how Mo Ran shifted him around slightly, spreading his legs as far as they would go before he felt a wet finger slip along his taint until it pushed against hole.

Chu Wanning whimpered when Mo Ran entered him, breaching him with practiced ease. The finger felt good inside of him, felt like it belonged there, Chu Wanning thought almost deliriously as he pressed his face against Mo Ran’s chest.

It didn’t take long before a second finger joined the first, scissoring Chu Wanning open, pressing against his walls until they found what they were looking for.

“Ah!” Chu Wanning exclaimed, sitting up straight as Mo Ran relentlessly pressed his fingers against his prostate. Chu Wanning’s grip on Mo Ran tightened as his cock did its best to harden once more.

“Mo Ran,” Chu Wanning choked out before he moaned loudly. Mo Ran increased the pressure against his sweet spot.

“My pretty kitten,” Mo Ran said, his voice fond as he pulled his fingers out. Chu Wanning whimpered at the loss, his hole clenching around nothing.

“Open up,” Mo Ran said, holding up three fingers of his.

Chu Wanning let his mouth fall open obediently, welcoming Mo Ran’s fingers. He sucked on them, cleaned them of his own cum while he lathered them in his saliva. He moaned happily as he sucked on the fingers, as they stretched his mouth slightly. Mo Ran’s gaze on him was heated, encouraging Chu Wanning to suck harder, to make more and more wanton noises as he continued his work.

The slurping sound Chu Wanning made when Mo Ran pulled his fingers out of his mouth was lewd in the quiet of the powder room.

Mo Ran didn't speak as he spread Chu Wanning’s saliva on his own cock and Chu Wanning’s hole, making quick work of it before he pressed the blunt head of his cock against Chu Wanning’s fluttering hole.

Chu Wanning held his breath as Mo Ran entered him, properly breaching him this time. The stretch was a lot, it was sharp and too dry and painful, ripping a sob out of Chu Wanning as tears gathered in his eyes once more. But the pain was perfect, it was enough to make Chu Wanning come to full hardness for the third time that evening.

Once the head of Mo Ran’s cock was sheathed inside Chu Wanning he pushed in in one swift movement, pulling another sob out of Chu Wanning.

“Mo Ran,” Chu Wanning whined, the sharp hot pain of being entered so suddenly throbbing between his legs.

“So tight for me, baobei,” Mo Ran said. He was still holding Chu Wanning up by the small of his back. His other hand wrapped around one of Chu Wanning’s thighs, fingers digging into the soft plush of his ass as he held Chu Wanning close.

“You fit around me perfectly. Like you were made for me,” Mo Ran mumbled, his voice rough as he slowly ground himself into Chu Wanning, allowing him to adjust to the stretch at least for a moment.

“Like your slutty hole was made for my cock.”

Chu Wanning whimpered, a noise of agreement falling from his lips as he tightened his legs around Mo Ran. He pressed his face against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of Mo Ran’s heart through the warm tan skin.

“Your cocksleeve,” Chu Wanning managed to say, not quite sure how he strung the thought into words but happy about it nonetheless.

Mo Ran’s response was immediate.

“My beautiful cocksleeve,” he agreed.

And then he finally pulled out, finally started moving.

The first few strokes were slow, measured. They were a kindness to Chu Wanning’s puffy hole. But they both wanted more and Mo Ran’s self-restraint was already tethered. All it took for it to dissolve completely was Chu Wanning tilting his head back up, his eyes rimmed red and wet as he let out a plea for more between punched out little moans.

After that Mo Ran started pounding into Chu Wanning, his pace quickening with every stroke until Chu Wanning bounced on his cock, whimpering and moaning with every thrust. The squelch of him entering Chu Wanning over and over and over again was obscene, a perfect backdrop for every scream of Mo Ran’s name Chu Wanning couldn’t hold in.

And Mo Ran couldn’t hold back either, moaning and whispering words of praise into the space between their lips whenever he found the breath for it.

He told Chu Wanning how good he was, how slutty he was. Called him his whore, his beautiful Wanning, his baobei, his kitten, his his his.

Mo Ran leaned forward and kissed Chu Wanning’s cheeks when he started crying, the incoming sensations overwhelming him more and more with every thrust. Chu Wanning’s tears were salty and he could taste them when Mo Ran kissed him immediately after, feeding them right back to him. Chu Wanning wrapped his arms around Mo Ran’s back, keeping him close. He dug his nails into his skin as he moaned against Mo Ran’s lips, both of them spit slick. Mo Ran’s rhythm got sloppier with each passing moment and he kissed Chu Wanning one more time before he buried his face in his neck, pressing his tongue and lips against the bite mark he’d left earlier.

And that was all it took to send Chu Wanning over the edge once more. He blacked out for a moment as pleasure washed over him, swallowing him whole. His cock twitched against his stomach as he came, dribbling weakly with every twitch, smearing Mo Ran’s dress shirt and Chu Wanning’s dress with the pathetic amount of cum.

Chu Wanning buried his face in the crook of Mo Ran’s neck as oversensitivity viciously pulled on his nerves with every single thrust of Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning pressed his whimpers against Mo Ran’s skin as he sloppily fucked into him. Each thrust was forceful and deep and Wanning clenched down around Mo Ran. He wanted it to be good for him, wanted him to cum inside him, to mark him in every way possible; to pump Chu Wanning so full that his stomach distended from it.

Chu Wanning moaned at the thought, biting down on Mo Ran’s collar bone to muffle the sound.

“Fuck!” Mo Ran cursed.

He fucked Chu Wanning for one, two, three more strokes before he stilled deep inside him, his grip on Chu Wanning bruising as he came. Chu Wanning kissed Mo Ran’s collar bone, kissed all the skin he could reach as Mo Ran moaned against his skin, ground into Chu Wanning in tiny thrusts while he emptied himself inside him.

He eventually stilled, his grip on Chu Wanning loosening slightly.

Mo Ran panted against Chu Wanning’s neck, coming down from his orgasm as Chu Wanning continued to kiss him, the press of his lips slow and gentle.

Chu Wanning felt like he’d been dipped in honey, his limbs heavy and his thoughts slow when Mo Ran finally pulled back. Chu Wanning made a little noise of pleased surprise when he saw the scratch marks and bite mark he left on Mo Ran, the greedy possessive part of him purring in satisfaction over his obvious claim.

Wanning only met his gaze when Mo Ran ducked his head slightly, drawing Chu Wanning’s attention away from his neck.

Mo Ran’s gaze was gentle, looked as honey sweet as Chu Wanning felt.

Mo Ran leaned in and Chu Wanning met him for a kiss halfway. The movement jostled Chu Wanning, reminding him of the fact that Mo Ran was still inside of him.

“You’re perfect, kitten,” Mo Ran mumbled when he pulled back, their lips brushing as he spoke. Chu Wanning whined gently, not quite able to formulate a proper response yet.

But Mo Ran merely huffed a small laugh against his lips, smiling as he pressed another kiss to them.

You too, Chu Wanning wanted to say.

But all he could do was reciprocate the kiss as warmth bloomed and unfolded inside his chest.