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Chu Wanning was so tired.

The last time he could get a good rest was after he had finished his doctorate degree, and that only because his body had ached so much from all the work, the only thing he could do was lay down on his bed, propped up like a corpse.

He couldn’t get up to feed himself and exhaustion had slowly worn down his form until he hadn’t been able to stay conscious anymore.

He had woken up after two days, mouth parched, heart weak and unsteady.

Any other person would have described this as a complete breakdown of their system, but for Chu Wanning this had been a rest from his mind.

He couldn’t sleep, either because his work was keeping him awake or his thoughts were plaguing his being.

He just wanted it to stop.

He needed to be better, to get better. To be worthy of the people around him. God knows why Xue Meng still stayed in his company, seemingly seeking it out. Such a prosperous youth shouldn’t be wasting his time with an ugly old man like himself.

When Xue Meng had found him nearly toppling over at work due to a fever he had neglected to care for, he had cried for him.

Chu Wanning couldn’t understand.

Why did he seem to care for him, or, this seemed more likely, had he been crying because he pitied his poor being, looking like an abandoned stray. Chu Wanning wouldn’t have faulted anyone for laughing at his miserable state, a face with such harsh features pulled into agony and a body so tightly wound, like a string ready to snap. Hideous, scary, yet pitiful.

Everything hurt so much.

His body had started to ache from an early age on due to his rigid posture. He never allowed himself to rest especially in front of others, a straight back and a head held high are signs of respect towards your companion.

At the end of each day his muscles protested against him at every notion. His mattress has never been particularly comfortable, not giving under his form.

Maybe the problem simply lay in the unfitting shape of his body: such an awkward mixture between something that could be a strongly built man with broad shoulders, sharp lines and masculine features, yet too soft in other places: the fat between his thighs, the curve of his back so slim and feminine and his waist too small.

He could neither be called enticing for his feminine values nor desirable for his masculine ones. They didn’t seem to complement each other, but rather fight, bringing out the worst of each in the process.

It wasn't just his muscles anymore that ached, his bones creaked every time he shook of the remnants of his fitful sleep.

He was getting so old, maybe aging even faster than the people around him.

Fitting that the Gods seem to want to wear him down as fast as possible, he was probably too pitiful of a sight, stumbling about on Earth.

Xue Meng had noticed his worsening condition and had been sending him worried glances everyday, he shouldn’t be wasting his time on him.

Chu Wanning settled down at his kitchen desk, the card sitting innocently in front of him.

What a cruel joke. Xue Meng had confronted him at work, having hastily pushed the little paper in his open hands.

“I’m just worried, you’ve been looking so exhausted. I know you are very capable, but I just want to help you. Please, just… let me help with this.“

He had talked frantically and without much pause, yet quietly like he was afraid of spooking him.

“I… I know the guy.“ Xue Meng had sighed.

“He’s sort of… He’s something, to me, whatever, he’s a good, I mean, a pretty alright guy. You can trust him I swear, especially with this. He gets only good reviews.“

Xue Meng had seemed annoyed talking about the man, but enthusiastic enough about the prospect being offered.

Chu Wanning had only nodded his head, out of resignation.

“I appreciate it. I’ll… Look into it.“

Anything to get Xue Meng to stop talking and looking at him with that worried gaze.

He hadn’t worked overtime that night, too embarrassed to be with Xue Meng any longer.

Chu Wanning stared at the small card on his desk again.

He waited, but it didn’t magically disappear.

Oh, why was he acting like this, behaving like a child. He picked up the card and turned it over baring it’s text to him.

“Massage therapy...”

Chu Wanning shook his head, what was Xue Meng thinking truly.

He briefly skimmed over the little text there was, promising “physical and emotional benefits” along other claims.

“Even emotional? What a joke.“

The only emotion he would feel, presented like prey on a table to be touched by a stranger, was mortification. He already felt it bubbling inside of him.

An address was written at the bottom of the card, he realised it was close to his home, walking distance really.

Chu Wanning pressed his hand into his thigh muscle, it burned a bit. How would this massage therapist do it? He did sometimes knead his leg muscles to relief cramps, but his back he could never reach in quite the right places. Another person would surely be better. But wouldn’t he have to be bare? Maybe he can ask for just an upper body massage? If he were to lay on his front with only his shirt removed, it couldn’t possibly be that bad. He felt ungrateful towards Xue Meng who went out of his way to pick out a way to relieve his stress, yet here he was, too dysfunctional to let himself get touched by another person. What if Xue Meng asked him if it helped? Could he just lie to him or tell him, he never went there in the first place. That, he deemed too disrespectful.

It wouldn’t hurt to just go and take a look.

His therapist would probably be an older man who had been doing this for years, having seen and touched all types of bodies.

Chu Wanning had decided, he would be brave.

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Stepping into the room guided by the receptionist, he felt a little lost.

There is no massage table, instead there is a mat with a soft looking blanket on top.

Was he supposed to present himself on the floor like this, with the masseur just standing over him. Chu Wanning shivered.

“Our massage therapist will be with you shortly, you may undress now already, there are some towels for your modesty, if you wish. He will talk with you first and answer your questions.“

She smiled warmly at him.

Chu Wanning didn’t feel like smiling at all, he felt hot from embarrassment. Was he just supposed to undress himself until fully naked? The small towels would barely cover anything if he were to tie one around his waist, they were so small.

The receptionist had already softly closed the door.

He stood in the room, alone and lost. Maybe he could just wait for his masseur to arrive and talk to him about it.

The room was quite nice actually.

It was quadratic, on its left side stood a big walnut wood cabinetry showcasing vials containing different oils, golden or crystalline in colour. The right side offers an array of plants, most of them are just green leaves, but he thinks he sees a hyacinth beginning to bloom in the back.

The room was lit up by natural light coming in through the oversized window taking up most of the wall. It offered a clear view out into the garden; the weather was cool and the sky cloudy. Since not many flowers had bloomed yet it was mostly a variety of greens, very much beautiful to the eye.

On the floor, close to the window lay the mat. If he were to lie down on it and cross his arms to rest his head, he would have a nice view out the window.

It smelled very soothing in here. Not because anything had been sprayed into it, but because the plants offered fresh air intermingling with the whiffs of floral notes not able to be contained by the glass vials filled by various oils.

“Do you enjoy looking at our garden?“

Chu Wanning startled from the rumble of a deep and soothing voice that spoke from behind him.

He turned around too fast and nearly slipped on the hardwood floor if it weren’t for the large hand catching him at the waist.

“Whoa, careful there.“

The man smiled at him; he had dimples.

Chu Wanning didn’t feel too good right now, the man’s hand still on his waist. It seemed very strong and so much bigger than his own, he noted. He felt a bit woozy and hot, very hot.

“This is your first time here.“

Chu Wanning realised it wasn’t a question, this masseur probably never had someone as clumsy and annoying as him under his care.

„Xue Meng told me about you, he said you needed to relax a bit.“

“You… You know Xue Meng?“

Stupid question, Xue Meng had told him he knew the masseur here, but why is this the first time he had mentioned him. Chu Wanning was a bit stunned, if Xue Meng had such a friend, surely he would know, after all he seemed very…. extroverted.

“He’s family, yes. My Meng Meng is a little bit shy you see, he doesn’t like to introduce me to his friends, maybe he’s afraid I’ll steal them away from him.“

He pouted, almost puppy like.

What an… arrogant man. Chu Wanning pulled an incredulous face.

“I’m only joking, I wouldn’t.” He shook his head and chuckled.

“Although... You’re making me reconsider that.”

Chu Wanning noticed himself being inspected by the man’s dark eyes, he felt naked.

He was suddenly acutely aware that the masseur still had his hand on his hip, the grip tighter than before. A thumb was drawing circles low on his abdomen.

He clenched his fists as he went hot red.

“Please don’t…..“ mock me.

His words were weak, and he couldn’t finish his sentence, this was like being bullied.

“Ah yes, you’re right. We should get to what you’re here for.“

The hand left his waist and Chu Wanning started breathing a little bit better.

“Now then, since you seem really wound up from what I can see, you’ve never gotten massage therapy before. I would like to get my han- I mean to relax your entire body, I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry.“

Don’t worry? He couldn’t do anything but worry. To distract himself he started fiddling with his shirt.

“Do I have to….?“ He mumbled.

The man hummed and looked at him questioningly.

“Do I have to be naked?“ He asked ashamed.

“That indeed would be optimal, since I’ll be using oils on your skin. I’ll turn around for you and you can lie on your front on the mat and cover yourself with one of the towels, if you wish.“

The man smiled at him.

They look at each other.

“Shouldn’t you be turning around then?“ Chu Wanning asked a bit forcefully.

The masseur startled.

“Ah yes, of course, I apologize“ he raised his hands in surrender and finally turned his back to him.

“Since you’re getting naked for me, you may call me Mo Ran.“

He could hear the arrogant smirk in his voice, no wonder Xue Meng didn’t like bringing him up. Chu Wanning wanted to throw something at him, he glared at his… very muscular back.

Slowly pulling the shirt over his head, he noticed how quiet it was. Mo Ran would be able to hear every single fabric drop to the ground, Chu Wanning didn’t know if he should slow down or rip himself bare but that might come off as eager. When he had reached his underwear, he hesitated, trembling.

“Must I…. Everything?“

Mo Ran seemed to understand.

“Yes, everything.“

Chu Wanning’s nether region felt weird, uncomfortably sticky. He slowly pulled the last piece of fabric down which at first stuck to his thighs, forcing him to wiggle them down. Had he been sweating that much already?

His wet underpants dropped to the floor, and he quickly pushed them under his other clothes. What if Mo ran were to see them if he turned around. How weird his body was, excreting such sticky fluids.

He took a snow-white towel and trotted to the mat, getting on his knees in front of it and slowly lowering himself. The fabric was soft and cooling on his overheated skin.

He felt awkward trying to position the towel over his behind, so he didn’t embarrass himself in front of Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning seemed to have been fumbling for a bit now as he heard a sigh from behind. He froze and his cheeks began heating up while his hands were tugging the flimsy towel around, up and down. Chu Wanning bit his lip. The towel was so low on his hips now, nothing should be showing, he hastily took one of his hands and pressed it down between his legs from behind his back. His palm came in contact with his soaked lower lips. He gasped in horror.

Mo Ran turned around abruptly.

Chu Wanning quickly retracted his hand from in between his legs and involuntarily brushed his fingers through his slit. He whimpered in a high tone, this couldn’t be happening, behaving indecently in public like this.

He pulled both of his hands to his face and cowered in them.

As Mo Ran is stepped towards him, he felt his sweaty legs tremble.

He never should have come here.

“Wanning could have asked for help.“

Mo Ran got something from behind him, before kneeling at his side. He couldn’t look at him, shoulders pulled even tighter now.

A flow of air was all he felt, then something settled on his upper legs. Mo ran had taken another towel from the stack, covering what had still been exposed.

He’s never been this embarrassed before. He had a doctorate degree yet never once thought of just bringing two towels?

Chu Wanning wanted to squirm around; everything was on fire. He was more on edge than when he’d gotten here.

He had to have been making pathetic little noises, because Mo ran placed a hand on his upper back and shushed him.

“Relax, you have done no wrong. You don’t have anything to be upset about, especially not your nude body.“

The hand was dry and warm, it rubbed small shapes on his shoulders, sometimes even brushing the small of his neck.

He began to calm down.

His chest started to fully settle on the mat and his head sank between his crossed arms. It was still not fully comfortable but a large amount better than his position before.

“You should breathe with me, I will guide you so you can start being good for me. Breathe in for me.“

Chu Wanning breathed in.

Weird, when had he formally introduced himself to the man? Did he get his name from Xue Meng?

“And out.“

Chu Wanning breathed out.

His back curved naturally on the mat.

Mo Ran had moved away from his side and was apparently going through the cabinet on the left side of the room.

“In.”

When he had first stepped into the room he’d thought, his eyes would be trained on the garden during the massage trying to distract himself, but now they were closed, and his focus was on his hearing.

“Out.“

He breathed out.

This felt nice, the scents were calming. He remembered when Mo Ran had been close to him, that he also smelled quite nice. It was earthy but not overpowering, exuding warmth but cooling your nerves. Like a blanket, settling over the entire room.

“Again: In.“

As if it was pushing at one’s subconscious but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it. It made him feel held and save, how peculiar.

“And out. You’ve done so well for me.“

He feels the corner of his mouth twitch into an almost smile.

Cold liquid landed onto his back and started running down his sides, breaking him out of his stupor.

Chu Wanning gasped loudly. His upper body lifted from the mat out of shock and his muscles cramped up. The oil ran down his chest over his perked-up nipples which hardened painfully under the change of temperature.

“Couldn’t you have warned me!“ He hissed.

“I apologize, Wanning, these bottles are a bit slippery.“

Chu Wanning thought Mo Ran didn’t sound sorry at all. He gritted his teeth but settled his now wet chest down on the mat, to make the blanket all dirty, what a shame. The fabric rubbed smoothly over his nipples with the oil, it felt weird, and he squirmed a little.

“Don’t let my effort of making you relax go to waste, you need to remember how good he felt just a moment ago and relive that feeling.“

What a joke. As a masseur he was supposed to make him relax through his touch not because of some empty words, who would that work on anyways, he was just lost in thought before.

The oil had mostly warmed up on his body.

Mo Ran was rubbing his slick hands together making indecent noises. Chu Wanning noticed himself throb down where he had accidentally touched himself, was it getting slicker? He never pleasured himself like that... It was too awkward.

Mo Ran’s hands started spreading the oil across his back, it was more like a petting than a massage. Chu Wanning grabbed and released the blanket under his hands, kneading it to release his anxiety from letting another man get so close and put his palms on him.

From where he was kneeling, Mo Ran’s legs touched the small soft sides of his stomach, sending additional warmth through Wanning’s body.

The hands wandering over his back reached a stop on his shoulder and Mo ran started moving next to him. Why was he stopping? Was that supposed to be all he has to offer?

Chu Wanning felt harder pressure from the hands pushing down on his shoulders almost as if he was being used as an object to bear this man’s weight. When one leg settled on Wanning’s other side, he faltered. It’s as if Mo Ran was trying to straddle his waist. Two strong thighs caged his legs together, he couldn’t struggle now even if he wanted to. If Mo Ran were to seat himself on his lower legs, with his hands keeping Wanning’s upper body still, he wouldn’t be able to move at all.

Chu Wanning panicked and immediately started shaking his legs wildly, breathing harshly.

“What is this now? After you’ve been so good and relaxed for me.“

Chu Wanning felt like he was being mocked.

“Let me go, this isn’t necessary!“

He said, desperate and annoyed.

“You are proving to me that this is indeed necessary. Look at how your body is protesting against me; I can’t have you struggling while trying to do my job“

A pushed-out noise of anger left his lips, he bucked his body up, chest trying to leave the mat.

How dare he be treated like an insolent child, like he didn’t know what was good for him. He’s a grown man.

Mo ran shushed him.

“Get the fight out of you. You can throw your tantrum all you like, I’ll be there to build you back up when you’ve exhausted yourself.“

This man was insane, he couldn’t believe Xue Meng recommended this guy. He’s never been disrespected like this before. Hot tears welled up in his eyes, his hissed angrily.

This wasn’t fair, how was Mo Ran so strong, he couldn’t fight out from under him. He was truly at his mercy.

“You’re doing so well, you’re going to feel so much better when I’m done with you.“

He said, while brushing Wanning’s hair, which had become a mess through his outburst, over his shoulders. The fight had left him already.

Mo Ran’s hands pressed deeply into the muscles of his shoulder, right into where it ached the most. Chu Wanning cried out in pain, was it supposed to hurt that much, he wondered. Mo Ran was unforgiving in the way he sought out each ache and worked it over through his cries until the muscle had melted and the pain numbed into a small throb.

It hurt so good.

He’s never had such sure hands work him over before, everything felt tight and sensitive to his touch, the oil allowing a smooth glide over his skin.

Wanning’s mind became cloudy under the onslaught of all those new sensations. Being forced to accept and bend to this pain because Mo Ran deemed it to be what he needs. Afterwards it left behind such a prominent feeling of rightness, his upper back in the exact form it needed to be to work under Wanning’s command, is this what it felt like to be normal? To have a body that worked with you, not against you.

If Chu Wanning was unable to leave this fog in his mind would Mo Ran take care of him since after all he had promised to put him back together.

Maybe... It would be okay to give in under those circumstances.

He couldn’t think anymore.

The room was quiet except for the slick noises of hands working over his shoulders and his gasps and whimpers creating a symphony.

Chu Wanning realised he’d been keeping his eyes tightly closed to the point where it made his head spin. He tried to glimpse out between his arms and was overwhelmed by the light coming from the window. He blinked rapidly. The colours of the garden blended so nicely together, he hadn’t noticed them that vividly before.

One of Mo Ran’s hands began following the curve of his spine, just mapping out the shape of it. It was like he’s being both rewarded and punished: at first a touch so soft, so light and then the other harsh and overpowering. As different as they are, it was complimentary, leaving him to crave the repetition of the cycle that was pain and pleasure.

Blood thrummed through his veins, as the touch began wandering further down his back, leaving his shoulders sore liken an open wound, both hands encased his ribs, fingertips just shy of reaching around his sides and under the mat. He was following their lines, sensually making Chu Wanning aware of the shape of his body.

“You have such smooth, unblemished skin. It’s very pretty.“

Mo Ran missed the dimples on his back by a margin when he pressed his thumbs into the lower part of his spine. They applied pressure in a circular motion, working the oil into his pores.

“It makes me sad to see, it has never been treated well, the way it deserves.“

It was so hard to think.

“What does it deserve?“

Chu Wanning asked, letting his curiosity get the better of him.

“I think such a perfect pale back deserves to be pampered at least thrice a day: When You make up, you shall be turned on your front, presented to these wandering hands.

They shall work over every muscle, get them ready for whatever you feel like doing that day. To give you pleasure before any stress or pain can be felt.

When you return home after a day of hard work, these hands shall strip you down, leave you bare. A bath has been run for you, warm and floral to relax your mind.

When you have soaked long enough, this body shall be dried thoroughly and you will be taken to bed... And whatever follows will come naturally.

Doused in your favourite oils all the stress leaves your body from a caress of these hands.

I will not let you go until you are fully encompassed by the pleasure of utter submission.

Then you may sleep.“

He shuddered, to be worshipped like that was a foreign thought to him but Mo Ran’s words allowed his imagination to picture such a scenario.

Mo Ran kept talking about submission, Chu Wanning didn’t understand what that entailed here. Mo Ran is after all not his superior and there is no incentive for him to bare himself like that to the other man.

Thumbs were digging into his back dimples now, fingers just shy of slipping under the upper towel.

“Why should I submit myself to you?“

It just didn’t compute in his head why someone would want that, to be owned like that. Every decision out of his hands for someone stronger, more capable, a man he trusts, to take him apart like that. To be so good for someone that their reward left you shaking or so bad, the punishment broke you.

Who would need that, truly?

“This isn’t about what you should do, but what you need, what you wish for. I can see your desire.“

Mo Ran lowered his upper body over Wanning’s back, his nose close to his neck but not yet touching. When he spoke the puffs of air tickled his hair.

“And you desire so much, don’t you? No one has ever kept you. You haven’t been taught how to be good yet, but you submit so naturally to me.“

Wanning’s brain was puzzled, the lines so blurry of what’s real and what’s fantasy. Mo Ran kept feeding him with visions, telling him how good he was, that he needed it, he wanted it. Shouldn’t he himself know what that would be, why couldn’t he speak up against these claims. He couldn’t keep passively listening to what Mo Ran was feeding him.

What if, when he left this session, he won’t be the same as before, Xue Meng won’t even recognize him. He must fight against this beast taking over his mind, telling him to keep still and be good. It wasn’t even Mo Ran saying this anymore, whose thoughts were these?

The towel had been slid down by Mo Ran’s hands a little bit, but they haven’t settled on his behind, just on the edge of where his lower back turned into the softer fat of his ass.

Chu Wanning loses his train of thought and goes back to enjoying the sensation of the oil being rubbed into his skin. Mo Ran was so talented after all, no one would be able to concentrate properly under these circumstances.

The motion came to a stop. His hands were now just resting at the swell of his behind, fingers pensively drumming on his skin. What was Mo Ran thinking about? Had he forgotten about him, what had taken his mind off of caring for Chu Wanning who was not pleased at this development.

Mo Ran talking about how he’ll take care of him to just ignore him at a whim, Chu Wanning should have known it was all just sweet talk after all. He probably talked like this to every one of his clients.

He wanted to speak up, but didn’t know what to say. If he were to leave the rest of his face from the safe confines of his arms what noises would his mouth make. He’d have to risk embarrassing himself in front of Mo ran if he were to desperately beg for his attention, Chu Wanning didn’t think he could control his tongue.

Mo Ran grabbed his left leg at the back of his knee, pressing down on his hamstrings, his own leg leaving his side and instead settling between Wanning’s own. Maybe he should finally showcase that Mo Ran was wrong, he didn’t actually want this, he was just not strong enough to escape that tight grasp of his. He should pull away and run as fast as possible so he could finally breathe again, think again. But he didn’t.

Mo Ran pet the skin of his leg, almost like soothing an animal, that felt so dehumanising to Wanning. He knows danger is felt in the stomach, but maybe that sensation has travelled further down to where he’s hot and aching. That should explain that uncomfortable feeling between his legs.

Surely he must be afraid, afraid of what Mo ran could come up with, what he might do to the giving muscle of his leg.

The hand however didn’t travel further up, instead it slid along his calf, a touch barely there, a mere kiss of skin on skin. It was too soft after all the hard touches Chu Wanning had endured.

Mo Ran’s right hand was playing with the edge of his lower towel, maybe to adjust it a little.

Everything seemed to be happening from so far away, he was filled with cotton. It almost made him feel like he was being formed into an object for others' use, a puppet that could be moved in whichever direction, obedient to its Master’s call.

The slide of rough fabric slipping down the path of his legs, eventually leaving his body, to be laid aside, shocked Chu Wanning deeply.

“No! You can’t” he shrieked.

He’d be open to Mo ran’s knowing eyes who will see how messy he’s made himself down there. The second towel was too far up his body only covering the top of his cheeks, from Mo Ran’s angle he would be able to see both of his holes on display with the way his left leg was pulled a bit too far to the side.

“You know what you came here for, you’ve given yourself to me. When I said I would relax your entire body, I meant it.”

But he couldn’t mean to teach him there, that’d be too indecent. He couldn’t possibly want to either, his pussy wasn't pretty and not shaved either, all his juices will cling to his pubic hair, dousing it in his arousal. He couldn’t see himself down there, but his clit must have swollen up with blood into a hard and peaking nub, Chu Wanning found it to be pressing against the mat where it must have been messing up the blankets with his wetness.

Wishing to snap his thighs together, he pressed against the hold keeping him open, to no avail, Mo Ran was too strong to fight against. Was he going to take his hands to his hole now, Chu Wanning wondered.

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Mo Ran was idly waiting out Wanning’s panicked resistance without a hurry.

“You needn’t be afraid of me, that will only tighten all your muscles back up. That towel only would have slipped off, I decided to set it aside, so it won’t get in the way.”

He smiled while speaking to the shy man before him, so upset about every unexpected little notion, Wanning needed to learn to trust him a bit more.

He re-joined his hands at Wanning’s ankle, Mo Ran would enjoy what came next. Maybe he was indulging himself a little too much here, but who could complain at a good massage. He pulled Wanning’s foot up and off the mat, bending his leg by the knee so he could further inspect the snow-white arch of his sole.

There was a little mole just above Wanning’s heel, Mo Ran wished to kiss and lick it.

Wanning seemed surprised at the attention to his feet, holding his breath and hiding his face behind his hair. Mo Ran grinned, who wouldn’t pay them attention when they were so enticingly shaped, his toenails delicate over the softness of his skin.

He pressed his fingers into the most giving part of the muscles. Presenting such a vulnerable part of the other’s body, he stroked his thumb over Wanning’s Achilles heel. So easily cut and hurt and yet trusting him to only deliver the sweetest of sensations to the lowest part of his body.

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Chu Wanning lay stock-still.

He couldn’t believe he truly had thought Mo Ran would desire him, sexually or any other way. Of course, he’d stay professional and keep on with the massage, what an embarrassment.

Although the first caress had left him a bit ticklish, the way his muscles were being dug into was relaxing, in a manner that settled all the way into his hips.

Beginning to ease back into the feeling, he thought Mo Ran probably wasn’t even looking inappropriately at him, too focused on his task to be distracted by such filial things. With the way Mo Ran looked, he couldn’t be having trouble seeking out relief with other people.

Mo ran pressed his toes towards his sole, gliding his oil slick fingers over the nail beds. It didn’t hurt in the way his shoulders had, it felt just like the relief after sinking your tired feet from a days' worth of hard work into a steaming bath except so much better, like he’d be walking on clouds for days before he’d be able to notice another ache.

Mo Ran switched over to his other foot, seemingly satisfied with the work he’d done. He wiggled his toes a little and sighed in a relaxed fashion.

Chu Wanning floated again under the care of those magic hands until they travelled up from his foot to his ankle, leaving it slick, then starting on his calf.

“Wanning’s legs seem particularly tight, it may hurt worse here but I’ll be gentle.” Mo Ran said quietly.

Before he began, he applied more oil to his palms, making those horribly wet noises again. Chu Wanning felt goosebumps rise on his arms and the hair on his neck stood on end.

The pressure started out light, like Mo Ran was trying to feel out the position and size of each tendon, running over his skin effortlessly. Then he settled at a point about halfway between his ankle and knee, circling his thumbs softly over that spot before harshly digging in, pushing his thumbs up towards his knee. It felt like he was trying to burrow under his skin, beneath all the tissue. He winced from the pain.

Wanning’s leg trembled from the residue of that shock, almost like a rebellion against being unwound. Mo Ran didn’t give him much of a break either, digging out each individual muscle before pushing them back into place.

When his calf was finally left alone and those torturous hands settled at the back of his knee, he felt like he’d run a marathon.

“I know that hurt, but you were so brave for me. You just need to be brave a bit more, I need to do the other side as well.”

This didn’t surprise Wanning, but he did feel the childish need bloom in him to kick his feet and throw Mo Ran off of him.

“Please... It hurts” He begged for reprieve.

Mo Ran had already taken his other leg into his hands, prodding and feeling it out before he would undoubtedly administer the same pain again.

“It doesn’t hurt as bad as you think it does, you’re working yourself up into a frenzy. Listen to me: focus on what you’re feeling right now. Does it ache unbearably?”

It was kind of patronising especially coming from the one who wasn’t being tortured right now but Chu Wanning listened. Focusing on how heavy his back felt, how exhausted he was in a way that could make him fall asleep in seconds. His feet still pleasantly tingles and the pain in his calf had subsided, it seemed almost liquid like, if he were to stand right now, he might just crumble into Mo Ran’s arms.

The aftermath had left him satisfied, Mo Ran had been right.

“ok... You can continue”

Chu Wanning said, at a loss for any better response to come up with.

“Oh? how nice of you”

Chu Wanning could hear the smirk in the other man’s voice, clearly amused by what he had said.

Why must he always make a fool of himself. Mo Ran really needed to stop embarrassing him before he imploded. He said it like he wouldn’t have stopped anyways if Chu Wanning had begged him, like...

Like he didn’t need his permission to touch Wanning’s body, to give him pain and pleasure as he sees fit.

Would Mo Ran have kept on going even through his screams for help? Would no one listen?

The hands began digging into his leg as meanly as before.

Oh. That’s right. He had been whining and maybe even screaming for some time now and nobody seemed to care or interrupted to check on them. Maybe this was normal here.

Maybe Mo Ran had told them he’d have an unruly customer coming up, not trained to his hands yet, he’d have to break him in first.

The pain pushed into the background and Chu Wanning only felt the hotness between his legs. It was spreading from a place in his stomach, so low it might just be in his womb, where it felt like honey flowing through his insides wanting to escape the confines of his body, travelling lower and lower.

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Mo Ran could see how wet Chu Wanning’s pussy was.

He had been leaking slick since the beginning when he had fumbled with the little towel. The fabric wasn’t usually used to cover their customers’ privates but rather to wipe off excess oil after the session. It would have been reasonable enough for Wanning to have kept his underwear on or Mo Ran could have gotten him a bigger towel altogether, stored in the cabinet with the oils, but who would miss out on such a perfect opportunity.

The way his hands were working over Wanning’s leg might be a little bit rougher than how he treated others, but what could he do when Chu Wanning’s screams were so delicious. He smiled, having moved on to those luscious thighs, gently running up and down their form, not yet reaching where he knew his baobei was leaking with arousal.

He was positively surprised at how well-behaved Wanning had been, well aside from some small hiccups. If he were to run his knuckles over the lips of his sex, would he tighten back up into that ball of tension? Mo Ran did think so. That pussy had never been touched before by another man, he could tell. Maybe this virgin was a naughty one that tortured his little clit with toys, shamefully ordered when fingers hadn’t been enough anymore, or those pleasures were still foreign after all, only ever to work himself up by rutting against a pillow but unable to cum, needing something stronger to satisfy his needs yet too shy to give in.

He thought Chu Wanning to be the latter. So innocent and unaware of his effect on people, why else would he bare his wet pussy to a stranger like him. Probably thought he didn’t have his eyes trained on that forbidden fruit, but rather politely averted. There was absolutely nothing polite about the things Mo Ran wanted to do to him, if only Wanning knew how he ached to take him right now, he would, soon enough. But not yet. He wasn’t ready yet, if he were to shove his fingers or, forbid, his cock into that tight little hole, Mo Ran knew, Wanning would struggle, scratch and bite to save his dignity, not quite ready to give full submission to that pleasure.

Mo Ran would get him there, his patience was running on a thread though with the erotic sight of that clit being subtly ground against the mat, sweet thing didn’t even notice how desperately he was presenting himself. He’d never met such a sacred innocent looking being while at the same time clearly showing a wide array of most indecent thoughts right under that flawless skin. A forbidden mixture, that makes his blood hotter than the hell Mo Ran would surely be sent to for defiling an angel like this.

Rubbing the oil into the meat of Chu Wanning’s thighs, he watched the way it ran into the crease of where the fat of his legs stuck together just under his pussy lips where it mingled with both Wanning’s sweat and juices. Mo Ran wished to lick it off, lick him open, pinch and spread his labia to get to that tiny hole, aching for the sensation of shoving his tongue inside. He wished to make Chu Wanning beg for his fingers to ram unforgivingly into his pleasure spot, sensitising it until he couldn’t stand direct touch anymore.

Mo Ran would have to take his other hole instead, only lubricated through the wetness of his pussy, maybe he’d be nice and use spit on his hole to get it slicker, spreading Wanning’s ass for the first time on the width of his cock. Mo ran knows he’d weep.

He’s never felt this hungry for anyone before, not like this. No one has ever been this perfectly designed for his needs, to ruin them in any and every way possible. Mo Ran wouldn’t let him leave after this, he couldn’t, Chu Wanning belonged to him now, the sight of his body only for his eyes. He couldn’t bear to see him leave after everything Mo Ran could and would offer him.

If Wanning were his husband, he’d erase the word loneliness from his brain.

Mo Ran would pamper every hair on his body until his love and desire had sunken into every single pore never to leave him unwanted.

In turn Wanning would learn how to service him as his spouse, to bare himself to Mo Ran’s care, to let himself be bathed and clothed, to be treated like Mo Ran was made to heed his every need and accept that as the truth.

But also, to learn to desire his husband, sexually, always, knowing how to take him into his throat, his pussy, his ass without having to be taught how to.

Chu Wanning was to treat his body and mind right, confining in Mo Ran when the stress had tightened up his muscles, so they may be loosened, thoughts clouded, under his husband’s hands.

Mo Ran felt his erection press demandingly against his slacks. He dug his fingers into Wanning’s thighs to ground himself, eliciting a whimper from the body under him.

Those sounds were being burned into Mo Ran’s mind, he’d give everything just to be able to record this scene right now, maybe make Wanning watch it to his humiliation.

He wondered where that little angel’s mind was at now, he seemed to be very susceptible to subspace, having been needing it for a while, the poor thing.

Mo Ran would take care of him, Chu Wanning didn’t need to worry about anything anymore. He’d make him see that this is what he was made for, to submit to another man, to Mo Ran, even through his protests. A sweet slut like him needed proper training.

Mo Ran’s mouth watered, his mind had been wandering for a while now, the way he was massaging those thighs absentmindedly, like an amateur. Wanning deserved better, Mo Ran thought, redoubling the effort to dig into his flesh, to turn his form into mush, easily manipulated under his palm.

Mo Ran moved the other’s limbs like those of a puppet, it made him hot to think of Chu Wanning like a toy for his pleasure, a fleshlight to shoot his seed into.

He thought about cutting of Wanning from his work away from Xue Meng, his co-workers and friends, only to stay at home, waiting for Mo Ran on his knees, mouth open, ready to service.

Mo Ran had never wanted to destroy a person so badly, just to put them back together, to love what he had broken back into shape.

Chu Wanning destroyed the illusion by wiggling his lower body, Mo Ran had been possessively gripping and digging his palms into the fat of his legs. Startled, he took his hands away, leaving behind an angry red handprint. Mo Ran’s eyes went half lidded and he had to take a deep calming breath.

If Wanning were to wear a dress or a skirt, people could see, he had been abused, was getting used by somebody. They would know, Mo Ran has had him before anyone else, he would be the last one to ever touch him. Wanning was his.

His legs were such a private little place though, especially for a shy being like Chu Wanning, forever covered under his clothes. Bared only in the confines of his home and in front of him.

He could leave some other, more visible marks...

Mo Ran’s gaze roamed over that canvas under him, the little thing was getting impatient, he could tell, limbs twitching and quivering waiting for his hands to return.

He could leave a mark on Chu Wanning’s wrist in a deep purple, easily to be seen even from far away against the stark white of his skin. It was so thin and sensitive there as well, veins poking out and thrumming with blood. Mo Ran would lick over the spot, making it sensitive, making Wanning squirm, then locking onto it, sucking, laving the bruise with his tongue.

Wanning would pull and push to get out of his grip. He might just have to tie him down to stop his tantrum from hurting himself, wouldn’t want Chu Wanning to accidentally find his face red from the palm of Mo Ran’s hand. His baobei was so clumsy, he could tell just from looking at him.

But maybe that wouldn’t be a good spot after all, his dress shirts would cover his wrists anyway, hiding the marks from hungry eyes.

He could leave a mark on his palm. In the exact spot where a pen would press into it, make it hurt, just between the vulnerable part of thumb and index finger.

Mo Ran would bite and roughen it up, just enough so that the wound would take a long time to heal under the pressure a worker’s hand had to endure every day. Enough to sting, enough for Wanning to remember who he owes this mark to.

Or maybe a place that Chu Wanning couldn’t see at all.

Mo Ran ran his hands up from the other’s spine to the plane of his shoulders, before stopping just under the knob where back turns into neck.

If he were to lower his mouth to that nape pressing a brand into that skin, holding his head and back still with each hand, Wanning wouldn’t be able to stop him. Mo ran felt himself leaning over, breathing over that naked skin. Hand slowly inching up and around that neck to keep it still.

His lips were nearly where he wished to lay his claim, just a cùn from being able to bite that place.

He breathed hotly, before abruptly closing his mouth around Wanning’s neck.

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Mo Ran had stopped digging into his legs and instead wandered back to his shoulders.

Chu Wanning didn’t understand what he was thinking, since Mo Ran had seemingly been finished with that place before he had started massaging his lower parts.

He had gotten so close to his skin, Chu Wanning could feel his breath now on his neck, that surely wasn’t necessary. He squirmed and bit at his lip.

Maybe Mo Ran had found an unsightly mole and was now inspecting it in amusement at how flawed his body was. He must have been mocking Chu Wanning with all this sweet talk about how perfect his skin was to touch.

The thought made him woefully ashamed, wishing Mo Ran would just finish quickly with this torture. He had massaged him everywhere he could anyways, surely he’d be allowed to leave soon.

That cloudy feeling in his mind from before had vanished. Now he was simply overly aware of every move he felt behind him, on top of him.

Wanning’s neck was wet with sweat and the condensation of Mo Ran’s breath added to it, the flow of air didn’t even cool his skin. It was more like the heat of a fire spreading over the fine hairs of his neck.

He felt a drop of perspiration tickling lightly under the thicker strands of his hair just shy of traveling down his spine. Chu Wanning wished to wipe it off with a hand, but he couldn’t risk leaving his face vulnerable without his crossed arms keeping it safe and covered. He dug his head further down onto the mat inhaling the scent of the fabric he had soiled with his fluids.

He noticed, a wet spot of drool touching his cheek and dirtying it. It helped cool his overheated face just a little bit.

Chu Wanning wondered how long it had been since they started this. He didn’t want to look out the window to see how dark it had gotten, he didn’t think he could.

The drop of sweat had started its descent.

It was cool and titillating the way it inched down towards where it would be caught by Mo Ran’s hand at the base of his neck.

Chu Wanning was holding his breath which made him even more aware of the way Mo Ran was panting wetly on his nape.

The bead had travelled nearly halfway and was slowing down, it might just slide off to the side into the fabric of the blanket, the mat. The thought made him disappointed for some reason.

For now it was still inching downwards, where Chu Wanning felt the phantom sensation of what he thought to be lips grazing his nape. He must have been imagining it.

His arms felt tickled by the lashes of his eyes, the way he was pressing himself into a bundle, trembling uncontrollably. Almost like a fever overtaking his body, making his temperature rise.

Mo Ran was so close to him, and his hand had gotten tighter around his neck, thumbs pressing a little too harshly into his tendons making the pulse of his blood audible in his ears.

His head thrummed in anticipation, Chu Wanning didn’t know for what.

He should really have been struggling against this, saving his dignity, but he couldn’t find the strength, the willpower.

Everything was burning and tight, he-

Chu Wanning felt the shock of teeth closing in around the skin of his nape, holding him in place. He was being violated in such a vulnerable spot, Mo Ran’s tongue had met with the droplet of sweat, licking it up.

Teeth sank into his muscle snapping Chu Wanning out of his fearful trance.

He threw his head back, making contact with Mo Ran’s forehead, the teeth abruptly releasing him and that hot tongue leaving his skin. The grip around his neck loosened a little.

Chu Wanning heard Mo ran curse.

He wasn’t listening to whatever was being said though, busy in starting to regain his fight, stronger than before. Struggling under the weight of Mo Ran’s body, he screamed at him.

“Who do you think you are to treat me like an animal?! You’re a filthy dog, let me go!”

He felt like he wasn’t making much sense, but he was too desperate to care.

Chu Wanning finally took his face out of his hands and used them to slap behind himself, trying to cover his neck and scratch at any part of Mo Ran he could reach. He hissed angrily and shook his head like a wild beast.

Mo Ran had been trying to mess up his head, getting his body to relax under his filthy hands. He couldn’t believe he thought at one point to offer up his virginal hole to this dog, he must have been crazy.

Mo Ran would take him wildly and unashamedly unlike what Chu Wanning knew to be proper, to be taken softly on his back, fertile, ready to take his husband’s seed.

Chu Wanning couldn’t let himself be ruined into that shameful lifestyle where the only goal was to receive pleasure without any meaning, without any feeling and no promise of an everlasting bond. It was filthy and improper to take someone into his body, just to be left in the dust when they find a newer, shinier plaything. He’d be ruined completely more than he was already, who would want to marry him anyways...

He needed to get out of here before Mo Ran wore him down and used him, just to throw him away when he was finished. He knew not to trust someone blindly.

Chu Wanning redoubled his effort and pulled at the fabric of Mo Ran’s shirt, trying to make out where his face was to scratch at it and distract him.

Mo Ran having had enough of his antics easily took his wrists into his hand, securing them at the low of his back. Chu Wanning curled his fingers inwards trying to get at what was keeping him tied but only managing to hurt his own palm.

The grip Mo Ran had on his neck turned unbelievably tight, digging into his Aorta and weakening the blood flow to his brain. He felt a bit woozy, close to the foggy feeling that had taken up his head not too long ago.

“You will calm down now.”

Mo Ran said tightly but in a calm manner.

It sounded like a mixture between an order and a certainty like he knew Chu Wanning would submit to his words.

“You can’t just-“

“You will not scratch, bite or hurt yourself or me in any way unless I explicitly permit it. Such outbursts are unacceptable.”

Mo Ran’s voice left no room for argument.

“But you bit me!”

Chu Wanning exclaimed in indignation, he wiggled some more out of spite.

“Yes, and my mark suits you very well.”

What was wrong with this man?! What an audacious, hypocritical dog.

“I hate you!”

He spit out, feeling helpless. Chu Wanning felt tears leave his eyes, running down his face. Without his arms he couldn’t hide but he didn’t care anymore, so he just opted to putting his left check on the mat, head turned to the side, letting his sobs rack his body.

“Well I like you quite a lot, Wanning.”

Mo Ran sounded like he was smiling, the hand on his neck loosening, he moved up to his head to brush out the wild array of his hair that had become a sign of his distress. When he had finished smoothing down the locks of hair, Mo Ran kept petting him, a calming motion for his anxiety addled brain.

Chu Wanning quieted down a little, until he was only snivelling, face grimacing at the dull thudding of his head.

He felt the slightly rough pull of a towel tapping over his face, cleaning him from snot and tears.

“This has been a long time coming, mh?”

Mo ran hummed at him, not disgusted but almost proud, like Chu Wanning had done something incredible.

What was there to be proud of when he had been behaving like such a child.

“I bet you feel so much better now that all of that’s out of your system.”

Chu Wanning did feel a bit more like himself, less caught in a haze, but a thousand times more self-conscious as well. He gritted his teeth and turned his head away from Mo Ran’s hand still hovering in front of his face.

Chu Wanning didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking at or speaking with him.

“I see so you would like to play like that.”

Mo Ran laughed, and Chu Wanning didn’t know what he meant by that. He didn’t want to play, he would like to leave, thank you very much. After behaving like a wanton maiden dripping all over the place then proceeding to cry like a child, no more humiliation was needed. Mo Ran could stop pushing him around now, he had no intention of becoming his plaything, that, he felt more sure of now.

If he just laid there, unresponsive to further antics, surely Mo ran wouldn’t find it any fun to bully him anymore and would let him go.

He’s seen animals do it in the wild, pretending to be dead to escape predators, and it worked... Well, most of the time.

Mo Ran seemed to have found interest again in feeling him up like a sack of potatoes, it wasn’t a massage nor a caress just a pitter-patter of fingertips.

Chu Wanning didn’t move, just kept breathing, rubbing the soles of his feet together listlessly for warmth.

A finger twirled into his strands of hair with a light pull at their roots guiding them towards the body behind them. He didn’t know why Mo Ran had opted to vex him by inspecting his locks now although the feeling was not an unpleasant one altogether.

Chu Wanning shook his head a little, letting his hair glide out of Mo Ran’s palm to rest back on his shoulders where they covered his skin.

He heard the snap of a tongue signalling Mo Ran to be getting annoyed for whatever reason, which made Chu Wanning bristle up. He was the one who should be angry, the one who had the right to be angry not Mo Ran.

When Chu Wanning got out of here, he would be sure to leave this place a horrible review, best of all call the police on the pervert breathing down his back. He had to talk to Xue Meng about how Mo Ran was not to be trusted, he’d better keep his distance family or not.

The hands felt up the squish of fat at his sides, pinching it under their grasp. It stung a little but he wasn’t going to give a reaction which he thought to be what the other man was aiming for. Mo Ran slowly wandered up Wanning’s sides with his fingers, twisting then petting his skin.

He hoped there wouldn’t be any bruises besides the mark that had already been left on his neck, turtlenecks it is for at least the next weeks. Chu Wanning felt even more agitated now especially because the weather wasn’t cold enough anymore to justify that change in attire.

He twitched at the sudden onslaught of pain at the swell of his chest where Mo Ran had twisted the flesh cruelly. His upper body lifted up to combat the sensation and get away from the cause. A hand slipped stealthily under him before he could react to encase his left chest entirely under the wide stretch of his palm.

“Mo Ran!”

Chu Wanning hadn’t meant to call out to him like that, but the pressure over his nipples and the fingernails digging into his skin had forced the noise from his throat. Mo Ran could surely feel the fast rhythm of his heartbeat betraying how affected he was by the situation.

“What? Did you think we were finished here? I was just getting started.”

The hand on his front started rolling his skin under their fingers bearing a foreign feeling to him. Chu Wanning forcefully bumped his chest against the mat to trap Mo Ran’s devilish hand against it which pressed his nipple against the other’s palm.

Chu Wanning hadn’t ever touched himself there besides the accidental brush while putting on clothes. He felt goosebumps arise, the hairs on his chest stood on end with his nipple and areola hardening agonizingly. Chu Wanning knew his face must be flushed, Mo Ran would be able to see right through his protests.

This was unfair. Why was he born with such a thin face?

“Wanning likes this, am I right?”

Mo Ran whispered in his ear, running a finger over the lobe. He squeezed his eyes shut, turning his head towards his shoulder and trapping the fingers torturing his ear in between them. Mo Ran wasn’t fazed still pulling and prodding along his helix.

Hot breaths escaped his mouth to dampen the fabric under him even more, he pitied the person who has to wash this.

Mo Ran wiggled his palm on the mat in a way that pressed into the embarrassingly sensitive flesh of his breast, his nub being rubbed over the still slightly oil-slick texture of the other man’s palm.

Chu Wanning’s insides twisted into a bundle and he found himself unable to think, again.

“Your skin reacts beautifully to my touch. I’ve never had anyone respond so giving, it’s like you were made for me.”

Mo Ran breathed sensually into his ear, blowing strands of hair forward and over his face.

“You don’t have me, I’m not something to own.”

He felt the need to defend his autonomy, it wasn’t like he was helpless, waiting for someone to take over and lead his life for him.

Mo Ran consoled him.

“I misspoke, I want you to choose me, realise that I can give you everything that no one else could, realise that this is what you need and deserve. I want you to lay under and with me because you can’t think of anything else you’d like more. I want you to need me as much as I do you.”

Chu Wanning felt incredibly stunned, who was this man he’s never met until now to have such strong opinions about him? They hadn’t even known of each other’s existence before now. Surely Mo Ran was lying to him, it sounded too... wanton as if he couldn’t live without Wanning, without being allowed to hold him. But that couldn’t be true.

Small kisses left his nape wet and warm. He was completely tensed up under Mo Ran, unable to fight against the hands groping and petting him which he found there was no part of his mind that told him to struggle. Chu Wanning was going through an identity crisis. At first, he wanted to run then he wanted to roll on his back and offer up his body, a never-ending cycle of indecision.

“I want you like nobody else.”

A mouth settled softly on his cheek close to his eye, Mo Ran’s tongue wetting it gently in a soft, yet dirty kiss and he whined. The hand on his chest squeezed rhythmically which made ever-growing pleasure course through his veins.

“Does Wanning want it?”

It took a second before those words registered, but even then, he didn’t understand what Mo Ran meant.

“What is ‘it’?”

Chu Wanning breathed out in a quiet manner knowing Mo Ran would catch what he was saying with how close they were. He stretched his neck a little and tried to move his head away from the other man’s face but other than rubbing himself up against Mo Ran’s lips he didn’t accomplish much.

“Whatever you want. Do you need me to show you?”

What did Chu Wanning want again?

“I just, I want... to...”

He trailed off, knowing that if he were to say ‘I want to leave’ it wouldn’t be the truth, not anymore maybe it never had been.

Mo Ran laughed softly under his breath, so Wanning’s eyelashes fluttered a bit due to the flow of air. The hand at his ear gave the lobe of it one last tug before wandering along the line of his shoulder to his arm.

Chu Wanning let his hands intertwine under his head, feeling the need to protect the safety of the cross of his arms lest it might get destroyed by a quick tug. His grasp was sweaty and slippery from oil unlike Mo Ran’s which had dried significantly from working all the fluids into his skin, leaving Chu Wanning soft.

A thumb dug gently into the muscle of his upper arm, massaging it in circles making him unclench just a little. The other fingers followed and prodded along his limb. Chu Wanning was painfully aware of every inch that Mo Ran’s hand passed to get closer to where his head was rested, strands of hair covering the clutch of his palm.

Everyone would be able to tell how nervous Chu Wanning was. Mo Ran’s fingers brushed his locks out of the way, carefully placing them back on his shoulder and tugged behind his ear to slowly unfold the entirety of his front.

At least his face wasn’t so close to Wanning’s own anymore instead resting at a point above him looking down at his form.

He heard Mo Ran hum behind him, both the thought that he was entirely unaffected by the situation enough to focus on a melody and that he was trying to distract Chu Wanning from his touch to relax him into a false sense of security, agitated him.

Mo Ran’s palm closed around his wrist and as an almost subconscious reaction he put more strength into the hold of his hands. Chu Wanning knew how pathetic he must have looked with his eyes so tightly closed, head turned just enough so Mo Ran would have been able to see.

He truly felt like prey now. Dead prey that really should have ran when it had had the chance to, but now it was too late.

Mo Ran’s fingers glided along his veins until they reached the knuckles, circling over them while his thumb tried to slide between his hands, but Chu Wanning wouldn’t let him.

“Baobei, let go.”

He breathed on his head, his lips might have been touching his scalp, but Chu Wanning couldn’t tell, he was focused on other things right now.

“What are you afraid of?”

Afraid? Chu Wanning didn’t really know if he was afraid of Mo Ran at all or if it was himself, he feared... of what he may let himself do. His grip was still tight.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

What a liar, he’d already bitten him. How did that not count as hurting in his books?

“You keep making promises... But they’re all empty to me.”

“Then let me show you, sweetheart, let me in.”

He was so tired. Why was all of this happening in the first place, nothing ever went as planned for him. It wasn’t fair to be tested like this. Chu Wanning knew all of this to be a mistake, this man basically was a stranger to him and the way he acted towards Wanning, the way he touched him so inappropriately simply didn’t bode well for a first impression.

Mo Ran was a player, that much was clear. This couldn’t be the first time he’s sweet talked someone like this, maybe even other clients which highly unprofessional, Chu Wanning noted.

None of this was real, none of this truly meant something, but what did he have to lose? Was he just meant to wait until someone finally took pity and settled for him? He could accept that was never going to happen, maybe this was the time to finally let go of that childish dream.

Maybe, even though he would never be someone’s husband, he could still be of use.

All the fight suddenly left him, malleable, as Mo Ran took his hand into his own, nearly covering the entirety of it with his palm.

He linked their pinkies together and Chu Wanning truly noticed their size difference. It made his stomach swirl and tighten weirdly like his brain had some specific thoughts about that which it didn’t want to share with his conscious.

“There you go.”

Mo Ran was so weird. He wasn’t going anywhere, at least not caught under another man’s much bigger weight.

Guided by Mo Ran’s hands together they glided downwards along his body where they bumped against the inseam of Mo Ran’s pants. He allowed himself to feel along the fabric for a bit, noticing that some areas were wet probably due to oil and sweat, before they continued their journey along Mo Ran’s thigh.

Their joined hands reached the point where their legs touched, that point where Chu Wanning could feel the own heat of his skin. Mo Ran moved his torso closer to Chu Wanning’s body, allowing their fingers to slowly glide in tandem along the inside of Mo Ran’s thigh, finding their way over the small wrinkles of his pants, the hand holding his own pushing rougher to keep him going. The way he was being controlled, Chu Wanning wasn’t even thinking about the next move.

He was so entranced by the motion that when they came to a stop at the hard bone of his hip, he suddenly regained the senses in his fingers to curl them around that part of Mo Ran.

He heard a soft groan from behind. It made him wrinkle his eyebrows in confusion, he hadn’t done much after all. Was Mo Ran so satisfied by him just feeling his skin showing a slight amount of curiosity at how a body so different from his own might feel?

Turning to grab at Mo Ran from behind hurt his wrist though so he chose to run the back of his hand along those pants, trying to build up a mental image by pressing down with his knuckles and pawing at what he could reach with his fingertips.

“Fuck, baobei, you’re killing me. Are you doing this on purpose, you little minx?”

What was he talking about? He wasn’t even pressing that hard, he couldn’t even if he tried to from his position, how’d he be able to hurt Mo Ran significantly like this.

Also, what’s with calling him a ‘minx’? Was Mo Ran one of those people who enjoyed pain? Not that Chu Wanning was judging that’d be rude, but to let himself get... serviced by a customer that was shameless. Feeling vindictive he turned his palm to grab around that hard part of Mo Ran’s body.

“Shit!”

The hand that had been hovering over his own returned on top of it to bring it closer to his body, rutting forward to press those parts of their bodies closer together.

Now that Chu Wanning was so close to it, it didn’t feel as hard and as distinguishable in size as a hip bone, but longer and thicker.

He turned his head to figure out what he was actually grabbing, only able to see from the corner of his eye but that was enough: he could see Mo Ran mounted on him with his legs spread at his sides leaving a clear view of where both of their hands were settled on his crotch.

He had been touching Mo Ran there all along?! Prodding and groping so shamelessly no wonder he got called a minx.

Chu Wanning tried to escape the grip by wriggling his wrist but that only served to rub along that length and getting it even harder, how was that even possible? How was that thing so big? He panicked internally.

“Does little Wanning see now, what I want to give him?”

Chu Wanning got reminded of the fact, that they were in fact not in the safe confines of a home but in a massage parlour, Mo Ran’s workplace. That was the height of unprofessionalism, someone surely must be getting suspicious outside. He shouldn’t be considering any of Mo Ran’s advances really.

“Mo Ran, be serious!”

“Oh I am. If you would like something else... well I wouldn’t mind, after all pleasing you is my job.”

Thankfully and finally their hands left that dangerous place as Mo Ran leaned over him once again to lick at the shell of his ear. He whined, clearly out of mortification.

Out of that grip he quickly took back his arm to push at the head caging in his own to get that tongue as far away from himself as possible.

“Oh baobei” he sighed, “you want another demonstration?”

This man had absolutely no social skills at all to be reading his reactions this incorrectly.

Mo Ran pushed his hand over his own face, Chu Wanning heard the intake of breath as he smelled his sweat, to lick along the length of his fingers, closing his mouth around the tip.

Both his index and middle finger pushed into the wet softness welcomed by that tongue to push in-between them, flicking along the skin. Chu Wanning cried out at the audacity of it all.

When they were finally let out of his mouth, Mo Ran kissed along his hand while spreading the slick around. It was so gross, Chu Wanning just wanted to clean himself off, to take the parts that had been violated and put them in his own mouth. He wanted to swallow down all of the evidence to make it seem as if nothing had ever happened, as if it had only been him to wet his palm.

“I don’t want to make any more empty promises, Wanning, I want to start proving myself.”

His arm flopped weekly next to his body now that nothing was keeping them up. Instead, Mo Ran smoothed his hands from the nape of his neck down to his waist where that one tiny towel was still trying to cover everything it could.

“You don’t have to be scared at all, love.”

Chu Wanning knew what he was planning. The towel soon after left his body bare, he couldn’t care anymore. As if anything of importance had been covered before this. Mo Ran had found a way to filthy him anyways.

Was he making weird noises, crying? Why was he being shushed again?

“You’re so good for me, always, even if you struggle.”

But he wasn’t struggling right now. He didn’t know what he meant by all those words anyways, always spouting weird things.

Mo Ran got off of his body, leaving him free, yet he didn’t think to move. It was a foreign sensation after having been restricted for so long.

“Come on, baobei, let’s move you into a more comfortable position.”

He got manhandled into laying on his back, one arm swung over his face to cover his incriminating eyes. Because he still had some dignity left, Chu Wanning snapped his legs shut, thighs pressed together and knees slightly raised. Mo ran had bundled up the towel to support his head, he took a palm to carefully raise and settle it on the fabric.

At first Chu Wanning just felt the gaze rest on his face as his hair was gently combed through by wandering fingers, as if to make him more comfortable. Good luck with that. He was as tightly strung as metal spring.

A kiss was settled on the arm covering his forehead.

“I would greatly enjoy being able to see your face, what do you think about that?”

Not much to be entirely honest, he’d rather keep it covered up and protected like this.

“How can I tell if I’m doing something you like this way? Your eyes show so much expression.”

That’s the problem. How did Mo Ran not understand this?

“So far you’ve done nothing I particularly enjoyed...”

It was not true.

“I don’t think that’s true, baobei.”

Mo Ran chuckled at him as if he knew better, what an ass. He wasn’t supposed to say that, it was rude, bit he’s never met someone this infuriating before.

Mo Ran sighed.

“Well alright then, let’s see how long you can keep this up.”

How pompous to be questioning his strength of will and Chu Wanning’s got a very strong one.

Mo Ran left kisses down his chin and throat, stopping to nibble at his Adam’s apple which made him swallow. A stripe was licked down to his chest.

Chu Wanning inhaled sharply as a mouth pressed right over the fast beat of his heart making it stumble before picking up even faster. It was embarrassing to be laid open like this. Mo Ran licked the spot and lifted up to blow over it, cooling the skin momentarily.

He gnashed his teeth together. The kisses wandered to where his chest rose just a little bit with fat and his areola began, stopping an inch before the peak of his nipple. Would he lick it the same way he did his fingers? Waiting felt almost anticipatory, so he rose his ribcage just to get it over with.

Chu Wanning felt the rush of air as his nub got breathed on, it hardened even further and his areola had darkened from the goosebumps.

Although filled with relief he bristled in shock as wetness enveloped his nipple, tongue immediately pushing it down into his chest. He never expected himself to be this sensitive there, it was so hard to keep the sounds in, he could only quiet them to hurt whimpers.

Mo Ran was surprisingly gently in the way he handled him, only softly suckling and kneading at the flesh of his chest. As he arose, he left a tiny kiss on the nub.

Chu Wanning didn’t know what he wanted anymore. Every normal person would revel in being treated this lovingly but it was making him twist in shame, he didn’t need this, to be consoled as if all his insecurities were written on his forehead. Maybe if his skin would get twisted and bruised that would give him something to fight against, although he wouldn’t welcome the pain either.

Mo Ran flicked his fingers against his chest as a goodbye, for now, letting a small flame ignite in his nipple not strong enough to cause much pain but also nowhere near comfortable. A small hiccup of a breath escaped him.

Mo Ran’s hands glided to his sides, body having slipped lower along Chu Wanning’s form, petting his flank like a horse. Small pecks got peppered over his stomach, reaching short rest at his navel to dip a tongue into it and making him giggle unwillingly.

His entire body was wet from different fluids, mostly sweat. His thighs were sticking together so much from the combination, it’d be hard to separate them.

The mouth landed on the most vulnerable part of his stomach, lips guessing the position of his womb on his skin. Chu Wanning took his free arm blindly in search of Mo Ran’s head travelling down his abdomen before a hand caught his own intertwining their fingers. That wasn’t what he had wanted to do at all, he didn’t want to be misunderstood. A grumpy noise of protest was what made it out of his throat.

He could feel Mo Ran’s smile on his skin as he suckled at his body probably creating small red bruises if he were only able to see. Chu Wanning could tell how close that mouth was getting to the mound of his pubic hair which was matted to his skin.

But Mo Ran left that spot instead moving in inches towards his hip, licking into the dip of the bone only to reach around his side to bite into the fat of where his abdomen crossed over into his leg. It was not as harsh as the one left on his nape or maybe it just felt that way because his neck is more sensitive with less flesh to protect it.

Chu Wanning sniffled a little, noticing that his forearm was getting suspiciously wet as the kisses wandered down his thigh. The skin there had gotten so soft from the massage and oil, having the muscle so relaxed unable to fully tense up again he couldn’t do much against the onslaught of bruises and bites that left him sore.

Mo Ran came to an end at his knees as he licked around the patella, trying to reach under the dip of his leg where his skin was thin and weak. Chu Wanning clenched his legs tighter together and bending them further upwards so he didn’t expose anymore of his weak points.

The hand holding his own squeezed, rubbing a thumb over his knuckles in a soothing motion.

“You need to relax for me, Wanning.”

Mo Ran’s other hand pushed a finger in between his trembling knees, not really trying to part them just wiggling around a bit and digging into his skin in the process.

“You’re so tightly wound here; I know it’s hard to show your most vulnerable parts to a stranger like me, but haven’t I proven I don’t wish to harm you?”

Another finger joined the one between his legs, making him aware that he’s loosened their press without his notice. Ashamed of how just a few words from this man made his body disobedient to his will Chu Wanning bit his lip.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just a bit more so I can fully take care of you. Don’t pretend with me, you know that’s what you need.”

Although the words seemed sweet, Chu Wanning felt the sugary pull in his stomach from the condescension of it all. There wasn’t much force in the press of his thighs anymore, but he didn’t opening them willingly like a desperate maiden waiting to be deflowered.

Mo Ran took matters into his own hands, leaving the hold of their palms with a last reassuring squeeze, before reuniting them at his knees and pushing his thighs apart like that.

They stuck together, skin separating slowly. He thrummed with anticipation at finally just being able to relax in Mo Ran’s hold and letting his legs succumb to exhaustion as they inched downwards onto the mat in their entirety.

Chu Wanning felt the clench of his nether region as it was now fully bared to sight, making him even more self-conscious although there was nothing to be done about it now. He might as well just grit his teeth and get the humiliation over with until Mo Ran showed his disgust or laughed at him for being so naïve.

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Mo Ran felt like he’s won something invaluable. After having relaxed Wanning under him enough so he’d let him bend his legs open to take in that infallible body in all its glory, he took in a breath to compose himself.

When he had parted those thighs for the first time, he could see the true extent of how Wanning had dirtied himself. He had contributed with the spread of oil over his entire form but the way sweat and wetness had ruined the fabric of the blanket most likely down to the mat was all Chu Wanning’s doing.

His pussy wasn’t spread enough to see his hole yet, labia covering the most of it while he could still tell that this was the place responsible for the abundance of slick darkening his pubic hair which was now covering his entire sex down to his thighs in a clear sign of arousal. He wondered if Wanning had noticed how wet he’s become.

He must feel so painfully empty, his hole trying to entice and show its willingness to open up to his cock. If he rubbed over the fat rise of his clit, he could make Wanning cum just like that to slicken his pussy up even more. It would be so easy to recognise if he had orgasmed with his juices already running in rivulets out of his hole, shiny under the light enough to make his mouth water for a taste.

He would be so sweet under his tongue, if he were to lick up the thick wetness of his cunt, shoving his nose close to his clit to smell the musk of his sex. He’d teach Wanning everything. How to cum in someone’s mouth and thank them right after like a good boy. He would bet this little virgin could squirt like that’s what he was born for, being a thing of pleasure free to use by another man.

Mo Ran’s fingers drummed on the meat of Chu Wanning’s thigh so close to the other’s cunt he might as well be brushing against those pussy lips. Strings of slick followed the motion, his palm was getting dirtied from all the fluids. He gave the leg one last pat before taking his hand away to bring it to his face, playing with the wetness a little bit so a string of those juice connected his index and thumb before it broke off from their movement.

He smiled to himself as he looked down at that shy man. Wanning’s arm was still swung over his face, but he saw the bite those teeth had on the plumpness of his bottom lip, it was giving him nasty ideas.

He was feeling just mean enough today to take his wet hand to Wanning’s mouth, pressing his thumb over where teeth and lip met to spread the slick there. It opened in a surprised gasp, wide enough for him to slip his finger inside and press down on his tongue making Wanning taste himself.

The little kitten took a hand to close around Mo Ran’s wrist as a sign of protest while he tried to wiggle his tongue away from the finger in his mouth. It looked more like he was trying to demonstrate his abilities to suck a man off the way he was wetting his thumb.

Mo Ran enjoyed watching him struggle for a while, before closing his palm on Wanning’s chin and leading his finger deeper into the cavity of that throat. Although this made it harder for the other man to writhe under him, he still tried his best to do just that, only serving to choke himself on his spit. Mo Ran felt the rhythmic tightening of the soft walls around the tip of his thumb, envisioning the sensation around his cock. Not now though.

Before Wanning started retching in earnest he slid out of his mouth, hand now wet from other fluids than slick.

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Chu Wanning could finally breathe normally again, after Mo Ran had stopped assaulting his mouth, making him taste the dirty slick his body had produced. The first time he had woken up with his panties soaked through with a strange stringy fluid, he’d taken them close to his face to smell it. He had read about infections in that area that could potentially be harmful, but the fabric had only smelled slightly musky no strange odour. But to have the audacity to taste himself like that was unthinkable to him.

Mo Ran was leaving wet trails with his hand, he realised in horror from his own spit, along his side. Chu Wanning didn’t know if a bath could clean up all the filth from his body, he’s never felt this nasty before.

A thumb brushed softly down his pleasure trail, before reaching his pubic mound where he stopped shortly to avoid it in a half circle along his inner thigh – which Chu Wanning found to be spread further to the side than before – resting some inches to the right of where his hole was. Technically Mo Ran hadn’t touched his sex directly yet, only petting and prodding the skin around it to a point where the sensitive thrum of his insides had spread all over his nether region, blood nearly boiling in his veins.

A breath got forced out of his lung along with a noise that sounded too much like pleasure, as if he was being... opened up for something bigger, fingers reaching inside his body to map out all his most receptive places. He had to get himself back under control, these obvious displays of neediness were disgraceful.

The thumb dug harder into the skin of his thigh, pulling a bit to the side as his lower lip got pulled aside with the force, the sound of the folds of his labia separating wasn’t unlike the one Mo Ran had made when slickening up his hands with oil. Chu Wanning was thankful he was unshaved down there as it served a small modesty, keeping most of his privates covered.

Mo Ran leaned his head towards where he was holding him open, breathing over the spot on which his skin was especially thin between the beginning of his thigh muscle and the rise of his labia. A soft press of lips in a place that shouldn’t be so sensitive, tongue gently soothing over the skin and licking up towards his thumb. Chu Wanning exhaled a mellow and sweet noise, that could belong to a man in a badly filmed video where someone sloppily licked him out. Not like he had ever watched anything like that, on purpose at least.

A boy at school had once sent him a link with a text that had said he’d love to do that to him. Chu Wanning had only clicked out of curiosity and closed the site immediately after he had noticed what was going on. He had avoided the boy afterwards, not letting himself get ridiculed and bullied by his actions.

Mo Ran’s hair tickled his thigh as he was sucking a bruise into his skin. A second hand placed itself on his inner thigh in an almost slap causing his hips to buck up, like he was presenting himself for Mo Ran’s mouth. He felt the softness of a tongue lick a stripe over his outer labia, tasting the slick and causing an indescribable zing of pleasure to course through his body as his insides twisted together.

He tried to snap his legs shut, but Mo Ran kept his torso rooted to the ground with his palms, demonstrating his superior strength. Chu Wanning cried out and his arm subconsciously left his face uncovered as it snapped down to search out Mo Ran’s head, his fingers clinging onto his hair. He didn’t know how hard he was pulling but he received no reprimand. However his eyes were still tightly shut and he curled his head in a backwards arch so Mo Ran could only see the wide stretch of his mouth as punched out moans filled the room.

Chu Wanning felt himself get stretched further apart, he automatically clenched his hole in an effort to stop the stream of slick he could feel travelling down his perineum. That openness was unfamiliar to him not that he was anywhere near loose right now but it almost felt like Mo Ran could look into him. Maybe something was wrong with him, this couldn’t be normal.

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Mo Ran has had tasted a lot of cunts before he won’t lie about that, but something about how Wanning tasted was just divine. He felt lucky to have him spread out before himself like this, to admire the wet mess between those legs. You could think he was a trained slut the way his hole was leaking, preparing itself for the rough slide of cock into pussy. He was so slippery, Mo Ran would be able to tap a finger against where he was soft and open and slip right in, although Wanning was trying so hard to clench himself shut.

It was entrancing to watch that cunt contract, muscle working, shiny under the light from his slick, to relax into a trembling swollen hole, allowing just the tease of a glimpse into the red of his pussy. Wanning was soaking himself so badly, he might as well have poured an entire bottle of oil over his sex.

Mo Ran had the mental imagine of filling the even tighter hole of his ass with oil, fucking his fingers into him to halt the stream of fluid, working it deeper into his stomach. Maybe Wanning would hurt if he closed him up with his cock so the oil had nowhere to go but deeper into his body. He’d probably run screaming if he knew what Mo Ran was thinking about, but like the desperate slut he was he’d enjoy it in the end.

As he had Wanning’s pussy lips pulled apart, he ran his thumbs up and down the skin where it went rosy and soft, not obscured by his pubic hair. He thoroughly enjoyed the musky smell of Wanning’s cunt, if he pressed really close the very light, natural aroma of his slick came through.

Mo Ran hungrily ran his tongue along the inner skin of his labia, almost reaching the peak of his clit as he heard Wanning let out a sob and the hand in his hair twisted a bit painfully. He was here to please this sweet thing under him, though next time he’ll tie his hands down before he ate him out.

Mo Ran took his right hand to the hood of Wanning’s clit, pinching and pulling it backwards to expose the sensitive pearl under it. It was very red and swollen, engorged with arousal, he wasn’t sure if it would be more painful than pleasurable if he closed his mouth around it.

He blew a soft puff of air over it, noting the way his hole tightened up and his hips rose a fraction. Mo Ran opened his mouth, letting a bead of spit land on Wanning’s clit which earned him another high whine. He straightened his tongue into a peak and ran it around the hood, cleaning it from his own juices.

Mo Ran was pretty sure Wanning had been crying, his breaths were suspiciously hitched. One of his fingers began tracing the rim of Wanning’s hole, softly patting it in an almost tickling manner. Wanning’s cunt began clenching more vividly now, legs caging in Mo Ran’s head, pressing him further into his cunt. Mo Ran’s tongue pressed harshly on the other’s clit which was so overly sensitive Wanning couldn’t help but moan loudly.

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The embarrassment that took over him, was unlike one he had ever felt before. It had really only settled in now how far out of his comfort zone this was: to be watched, touched... licked even and who knows how far Mo Ran would go.

Technically Chu Wanning was aware how sensitive one would be down there, but the wet heat of Mo Ran’s tongue on his clit was a true shock to his system. The moans leaving his mouth involuntarily echoed in his head, he wished it to stop and yet he couldn’t find any strength in him to actually put an end to this. Frighteningly he didn’t think he wanted to.

The rougher he was licked, the harsher the sensation of pleasure down below became. It was hard to focus on each particular stimulus, he just knew everything adding up to be too much. Chu Wanning couldn’t quite pinpoint it but every time he clenched down a deep part inside of him pulsed and ached, he whined louder.

He needed it to stop, he needed to touch it, that part inside of him, that hurt so unbearably. Mo Ran’s tongue ground against his clit in circles and it sensitised him further. Why were Mo Ran’s fingers so useless? Why weren’t they soothing the pain in him? Instead they just caressed around his hole, spreading his slick.

Chu Wanning pulled on Mo Ran’s hair in protest, pushing his face further into his sex. With how caged in Mo Ran was his movements were limited, he could really only suck on the other’s clit as his hands squeezed the fat of Chu Wanning’s thighs.

He screamed weakly in frustration, pulling at whichever part of Mo Ran he could reach without care of causing harm. Chu Wanning suddenly lost his sense of gravity as his hips were pushed upwards and off the ground. He dropped his hold on Mo Ran’s hair and instead reflexively grabbed at the mat under him to find purchase.

A hand bundled his legs together at the back of his knees, pushing them towards his chest and leaving him unable to move. Chu Wanning gasped as he felt a hot, stinging sensation on his ass and the sound of hand hitting flesh filling the room.

It took him a moment to fully grasp what had happened but the realisation that Mo Ran had spanked him left him speechless. No one had ever done that to him before, he’d always been well behaved, not in need of punishment. This was no foreign concept to him whatsoever, but you shouldn’t do this to an adult, it was disrespectful. He didn’t understand why Mo Ran had thought he deserved this or – much more importantly – who had given him the authority to humiliate Chu Wanning like this.

Before he could really protest another hit landed on his behind, harsher than the last one.

“Ah!”

A breathy yet high exclamation of a sound left his mouth. He blushed and bit his lip, eyes even more tightly closed now. He heard Mo Ran laugh demeaningly which angered him. How dare he be made a mockery of like this; a bully always found great pleasure in the humiliation of others but they weren’t children anymore, Mo Ran should be mature.

“It’s not like- Oh- Stop that! I don’t like it”

Mo Ran interrupted him with more spanks towards his sore bottom which surely was coloured crimson by now. Although it hurt there was something more to it, something that went deeper than the initial ache that came from being hit. It left him hot and he could feel his pulse down where Mo Ran had licked him before.

“I think you do like it, Wanning.” Mo Ran grinned.

“You know, I really wanted to be nice to you...” Chu Wanning could feel the other’s palm caress the red welts on his bottom, heating up his skin further.

“I’d eat you out nice and slow, give you your first taste of what an orgasm feels like... But since you can’t keep still-“ Mo Ran pressed his thumb into the muscle of Wanning‘s ass, the place he’d feel throb in pain every time he would have to sit down. He settled a spank right between thigh and labia where the skin was thin and sensitive.

Chu Wanning wanted to retort back to everything Mo Ran had said but could only scream at being hit in such a vulnerable place, so close to his sex. The worst part was the disgustingly wet noise it made when the hand connected with his flesh. Chu Wanning knew that wasn’t just sweat, he’d been wet before and now weirdly enough he felt even wetter.

Who would get wet from being hit like that? Chu Wanning groaned as he felt more slick slowly drip out of his pussy, trailing down towards his other hole. He tried to struggle and wiggle out of the hold on him but he was truly stuck.

“I’m not like that” Chu Wanning panted, sounding unsure of himself.

“It doesn’t feel good, It just... can’t” A thumb caught the bead of slick leaking out of him and rubbed it back over his hole, circling it gently.

“It’s okay” Mo Ran soothed him and smiled. “I like that it turns you on.”

The gentle touch stopped, Mo Ran brought his hand back and slapped Chu Wanning right over his pussy lips.

“Ahh! No no no please-“ It felt even worse than being spanked on his ass, Chu Wanning thought, in a good way, his subconscious added. His sex burned, inside of him, he felt empty and itchy. The pain of that specific spot not being touched ran up all the way into his clit, where he was engorged and hard.

To go through from being licked and petted to no stimulation except pain was devastating.

“What do you want, Wanning? Tell me what it is and I’ll give it to you.”

Chu Wanning wasn’t stupid, he knew that this was just another tactic to humiliate him.

“asshole” He muttered quietly.

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“Excuse me?” Mo Ran raised his brow and tightened the hold he had on Wanning’s legs.

“I didn’t say anything...” Wanning lied as he crossed his arms over his face, hiding behind them.

Mo Ran sighed, clearly obedience wasn’t something that came easily to Wanning. He saw himself responsible for correcting that misplaced attitude of his. Swiftly he dropped his hold on the other’s legs and grabbed his arms instead, turning him back onto his stomach.

“What are you doing?!” Wanning screamed, finally opening his eyes and turning his head to look at Mo Ran’s determined face.

“You’ll see.” He dragged Wanning backwards and over his lap, securing one of his legs under his own to minimise the other’s ability to squirm out of his hold. Clearly knowing where this was going, Wanning struggled and pulled his arms out of Mo Ran’s hand to cover his behind with.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough already, you brute?! Let go of me!” Wanning glared over his shoulder, showing his displeasure at this entire ordeal.

Mo Ran scoffed. “I do recall you throwing around some nasty words, don’t act like I have no reason to do this.”

“Excuse me?! Weren’t you the one until now to act all nasty, you say all these disgusting things and you had your tongue on my...” Wanning lost all his fervour and went quiet, head sinking between his shoulders.

Mo Ran grinned. “On your what?” He received no answer.

Mo Ran began tracing a path up from Wanning’s thigh to the crease of his ass, circling the area with a thumb. He could see Wanning’s hands clench together over his cheeks, clearly affected by his touch, he remained quiet however. As soon as his fingers brushed over his pussy lips, Wanning tried bucking up his hips.

“Ow!” Mo Ran hit him square over his bottom.

“Stay still and be quiet.” He ordered, brushing how fingers over the soft and sticky hairs of Wanning’s labia, he could see the skin there prickle up.

“Why don’t you try keeping still while someone fondles your privates like that?” Mo Ran spanked him right over his cunt for the smart response, making Wanning moan loudly. Surprisingly this cunt could get even wetter, it made him think...

Mo Ran took one cheek in each hand and spread to reveal the pink, little flower that was hidden underneath them.

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“Mo Ran, don’t-” Chu Wanning gasped out as he could feel himself being exposed, cool air hitting a place that he hadn’t thought of much, especially not in sexual terms.

He bend his back to try and grab at Mo Ran’s hands but could only manage to grip around his wrists, effectively doing nothing to stop him. He clenched wildly, hoping that would hide that dirty place and divert the attention away from it. To have his sex played with was one thing but his... butt, you shouldn’t even think of that, it was way too unhygienic and not meant to be toyed with.

“Why are you looking at that” He whined, embarrassed and overwhelmed.

“You’re beautiful everywhere, Wanning. I’ve never seen a hole this pretty before, so pink and delicate...” Mo Ran spoke dreamily.

Who would talk about an asshole like that? Had Mo Ran done such... things with others before? He didn’t think that was something others saw as “beautiful”. He let go of the wrist in his hand and instead opted to protect the virtue of his hole with it, masking it from Mo Ran’s hungry view.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance Mo Ran grabbed his hand, securing it on his tailbone with ease. Before Chu Wanning could react in any way a wet bead of fluid landed right on his hole. He took in a breath, shocked by the cooling sensation of it. He came to the realisation that Mo Ran had spat on him.

“I’m sure this hole is just as hungry as your pussy.”

Two fingers gilded between his labia collecting the slick there before coming to a stop right over his hole, circling it slowly.

“Ah- fuck! Oh god...” Chu Wanning wasn’t one for cursing really, but the feeling of his neglected clit being brushed over so roughly set his nerves on fire. The fingers prodded at his hole as if trying to open him up, trying to get inside of him. He feared that idea greatly.

“No, don’t touch there! It’s dirty.” Every muscle in his body tightened, he wasn’t meant to be touched there.

“No part of you is dirty, baobei.”

Mo Ran didn’t understand the wrongness of this situation, what had he been taught to think you could use someone’s bottom for stuff like... sex. Oh god... Was Mo Ran thinking of putting his... thing in there, his very big thing, he couldn’t help but think.

“There’s no room in there for you to be putting things in!”

Mo Ran laughed. “You’d be surprised at how giving this little place of yours can be. You’ll see.”

Wanning’s mouth opened wide as the tip of a finger pushed past the barrier of his hole and into his ass, aided by his own slick.

“Oh-“ he exclaimed softly. The small tip of his finger was already enough to stretch him to his limits, it didn’t quite hurt but neither did it feel good. It was simply a presence, inside of him, a place a finger had no reason to be in.

“Relax, you’re too tight.”

Was that a joke?! Who would be able to relax with a finger up their ass? He clenched down harder in protest which served to really only punish himself. Despite his best efforts to stop Mo Ran’s ministrations the finger pushed further into him. Every part of his body told him to push it out and he couldn’t help the way his hole resisted against the touch.

“You’re nearly past the worst bit, just take me a little deeper.”

He was about to complain, but then like a puzzle piece popping into place the finger pushed all the way inside. He noticed that behind the tight muscle of his hole, he was soft and malleable inside. Chu Wanning automatically stopped clenching as the finger began tracing his inner walls, wetting him in his deepest parts.

“There you go.”

His hole had tried so hard to deny Mo Ran entry but now it was almost like he didn’t want him to leave, securing the foreign object inside of it. The way his insides were being petted was almost... pleasurable. Although Mo Ran had little room to move around inside of him, he still found the strength to curl his finger, loosening Chu Wanning slowly.

“That shouldn’t feel- No, that doesn’t make sense. It’s not meant to go there!”

Chu Wanning panicked at showing such a disgusting side of himself to another person, one that enjoys to have his asshole played with. That couldn’t be normal.

“I told you, you would love this. You’re desperate to be filled.” Mo Ran didn’t seem to care for his impeding mental breakdown and kept fingering him, moving in and out.

Chu Wanning couldn’t help but moan as Mo Ran pushed in to the last knuckle and ground inside in a rotating motion, making space inside of him. He wanted more, he realised shamefully. This wasn’t enough. He’d never done something like this to himself before and yet... he wanted more.

“...n—en—gh” He mumbled.

“Speak up, baobei, I can’t hear you.” Mo Ran leaned down towards his back, breath cooling it as he exhaled.

“not enough... It’s not- more” Chu Wanning wasn’t quite aware anymore of what was real and what wasn’t, he just knew this sensation couldn’t stop.

“You need it, you’re a natural slut, Wanning.” Mo Ran laughed.

A second finger tapped at his rim, demanding entry. It pushed slowly but with surety, finding its way inside of him, stretching him so far it really did start burning. But the pain and pleasure mingled together, he couldn’t differentiate anymore.

What if he was ruined now? What if his pussy was useless to him now and he could only get off from his ass?

“uhh- it’s not true, I’m normal...”

Mo Ran fingered him more harshly, fucking deeply inside of him.

“Normal? Oh, sweetheart, would someone who’s normal get off on getting fingered by their masseur? While everyone outside could hear them?”

Oh no, he had completely forgotten about that until now and he had been making so many noises as well. He clenched his eyes closed, hoping for the ground to swallow him. He couldn’t sort out his thoughts with all the stimulation he was subjected too, whenever he felt like regaining the grasp on reality Mo Ran curled his fingers in his ass and destroyed it again.

His clit hurt having been neglected for so long and he couldn’t help but ground down on Mo Ran’s leg, trying to relieve himself.

“Are you this desperate? To rut against me like an animal, don’t think I didn’t notice, naughty boy.”

Chu Wanning whimpered and pressed his face further into the floor. Mo Ran suddenly pulled his fingers out of him and wiped them down on his thigh. He let out a confused noise, his hole felt weirdly open now, it fluttered uncontrollably. Mo Ran repositioned him until he was on his knees, chest still flat on the ground while his privates were fully exposed. An even more embarrassing position than before but he had no strength in his arms to push himself up.

His cheeks were spread once again and something warm and wet settled over his hole. He could feel slick from his sex drip onto the floor, he had never been this wet before. The soft thing moved over his rim, occasionally poking at it just shy of entering him. It felt soothing and his muscles relaxed.

He willed his mouth to form words: “Mo-... Mo Ran what are you-“

The only answer he got was a hum that – to his horror – he could feel reverberate against his hole, was Mo Ran...?

He turned his head with premonition and he could see the top of Mo Ran’s head settled in between his cheeks. Chu Wanning turned pale. In that moment Mo Ran’s... tongue breached inside of him, licking out his ass.

“Ah! You cannot-“ Chu Wanning gasped and reached behind himself to find purchase in Mo Ran’s hair. The only thing he managed to do was push the other’s face further into his bottom instead of away, his tongue reached even deeper inside of him.

This was more than improper: To be touched inside his ass and to get it licked out as well, he feared of what his father would have thought if he were still alive. To have a whore as a son, one that would let strange men touch and fuck him however they’d like. Shame welled up in Chu Wanning as the blood in his clit thrummed harder.

“I’m ruined! I’m defiled and dirty!” He wailed.

Mo Ran tongued him harder, a hand sliding down in-between his pussy lips, wet and soft, they part for him and a thumb finds rest directly over his clit.

“No there! I’ll-.. I” He didn’t know what he would but the pulsing of his pussy grew more frantic and his asshole got slicker and slicker. The thumb rubbed fast and efficiently over him, getting him closer and closer to... something, he didn’t quite know.

“Mo Ran- Something’s... I’m scared, Mo Ran!”

His asshole clenched wildly and he could feel a pressure inside of him build up, the stimulation to his clit felt almost ticklish and then he erupted. His mouth opened into an o shape, the tongue inside of him couldn’t move anymore as he tightened up drastically. It was almost like having hiccups, the way his pussy clenched and released, harder and harder each time. He lost control over his hips, bucking back and forth as his clit grew unbearably sensitive. Slick dripped out of him, and he squeaked as Mo Ran touched his clit.

“Too much! No please” It hurt and he just wished for it too stop and yet it felt like he needed to get filled, deeply until nothing else had room anymore.

It took him a minute, just breathing on the floor, to regain his composure. The pleasure had dulled and he could finally breathe again. He cringed as Mo Ran moved his tongue out of his hole, hands petting his flank.

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Mo Ran picked a towel from beside them, cleaning his face as he looked down at the mess between Wanning’s legs.

“Beautiful.”

He could see him tremble still from the aftershocks. He threw the towel aside, Wanning should stay wet for this. Not that he doubted he could get wetter, he hadn’t stopped leaking since they’ve started. He stood up to finally take of his clothes, they were ruined anyways and his trousers were uncomfortably tight.

He groaned as his dick was freed from the confines of his pants. Mo Ran couldn’t help running his hands over his length as he looked down at Wanning’s cunt. He had considered fucking his other hole as well, but he didn’t have the patience to loosen him further for that. His pussy would have to do. There would be other chances where he could make use of his ass.

Wanning seemed to have gained some of his senses back as he tried to lift his body of the floor. It looked a bit pathetic the way he trembled and all that because of one orgasm. Mo Ran sighed, how would he survive truly getting fucked. He guessed, they would find out soon.

Wanning – alerted by the rustling – turned his head, through the messy strands of hair in his face he could still make out Mo Ran’s silhouette. His eyes widened at the sight of the man’s naked body specifically what he held in his hands.

Wanning gasped in shock and horror, Mo Ran simply raised a brow at his antics.

“What? You had a feel of it earlier, don’t act surprised now.”

Mo Ran watched as Wanning shook his head, trying to crawl forward and away from him, he scoffed.

“Seriously? Don’t get bitchy now, come here.”

He let go of his dick and grabbed Wanning’s leg, pulling him back and towards him. He couldn’t keep himself upward and fell forward again, face to the floor.

“I get one orgasm out of you and you become immediately useless.” Mo Ran clicked his tongue.

“I’ll prepare you well, I know you’re virgin cunt won’t let me in easily but we’ll manage, won’t me?”

Mo Ran left a small spank on Wanning’s ass for encouragement, the other man groaned. Mo Ran manoeuvred Wanning on his back once more, taking the towel to fold and put under the other’s hips. He hardly met any protest.

Mo Ran left a kiss on his knee, caressing his thighs to relax him a little. Wanning bit his lip and he looked down at Mo Ran’s cock nervously. He watched in amusement as Wanning’s legs tried to shut him out again, trying to protect his virtue.

“We’ve been over this, haven’t we? We both know you want this, you’d do well being more honest with yourself.”

Wanning glared up at him.

“That monster is not going anywhere near me.”

Mo Ran laughed. “We’ll see about that.”

Looking down at the way Wanning curled his lips in distaste, he felt hungry. He remembered how he’d made Wanning suck on his fingers, maybe it was time to teach him how to service someone correctly. He stood up and circled the other before squatting down next to his head.

He grabbed Wanning by the chin, pulling their faces together.

“Oh, Wanning, one day you’re going to come to me and beg for it, and I will not touch you, I will not fuck you. Instead, I’m going to watch you struggle for weeks trying to pretend your cunt doesn’t ache. Nothing else will satisfy you like I can. You will come crawling into my bed, into my arms and you’re going to beg me every night to get fucked.”

Wanning looked at him wide-eyed and pale.

“You’re insane...”

Mo Ran smiled “Only for you.”

Having had enough of talking, he brought one hand down over his stomach and between Wanning’s legs. He slid two fingers through his slit, up and down through the mess of fluids.

Wanning grabbed harshly at his arm as he moaned, head falling backwards onto the floor, Mo Ran cushioned it with his hand.

“You’re so wet it’s almost like you’ve pissed yourself.”

Mo Ran couldn’t help but laugh as Wanning immediately bristled up and angrily began scratching at him... like a cat.

“Why would you say that, I’ve never done that! That’s nasty.”

“Can’t be nastier than when I’ve had my fingers up your ass.” He smiled charmingly.

Wanning’s face immediately reddened and he broke his gaze. And here Mo Ran had thought all the embarrassment had left his body after that first orgasm.

He stopped gliding through the other’s pussy lips with his fingers and stopped at his hole, tapping on it before pushing in just the tip of it. Although loose from cumming moments ago, he was still very tight.

“Ah- not my... Oh”

Mo Ran’s finger slid deeper, easier than his other hole had been, also way wetter. He curled it up into Wanning’s stomach looking for that specific spot inside of him. It didn’t take him long before he felt the spongy tissue of it, still engorged from orgasm, he pressed tightly on it.

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Chu Wanning still was very sensitive from before and when Mo Ran pressed his finger into him, he couldn’t help but try and get it to go deeper. He tried to control his hips but grinding down and into that sensation felt too good.

When that spot inside of him was touched, he felt the intense need arise in himself to fill his hole, deeply, to press more harshly into that place until he could feel the sensation travel up into his clit. All these thoughts didn’t seem like his own, they couldn’t come from him. He wasn’t like that.

Had Mo Ran turned him into this pleasure hungry version of himself? He didn’t even have the energy anymore to be embarrassed, he just needed to get filled. His mouth opened by itself, as he let out sweet, pleased noises.

He was so absorbed in the motion of Mo Ran’s finger he’d completely forgotten about the other’s cock so close to his face. He leaned towards Mo Ran’s spread thighs and felt something long brush up his cheek and forehead. He opened his eyes and in shock pulled his neck back and away from that thing.

“Come closer, look at it. It will fill you well.”

Mo Ran bundled up his hair at the back of his head as he led him back towards his cock. Chu Wanning was scared, and it was weird to receive pleasure while feeling that way. It made him less aware and the fear intertwined with the arousal in his stomach. He swallowed roughly.

Mo Ran’s cockhead came in contact with his upper lip, smearing it with its own fluid... Chu Wanning didn’t want to think too much about it.

“Give it a kiss.”

Chu Wanning didn’t want to do anything like that, immediately he felt distasteful towards Mo Ran again. That man angered, flustered and scared him way too often, surely that was not good for the heart.

He pursed his lips together and tried to turn his head to the side, but Mo Ran kept a firm grip on him.

“How am I supposed to fit in your pussy dry? Chose then, either you wet it with your mouth or I’ll make you squirt on it and fuck your oversensitive cunt, you’re going to cum on my cock either way.”

Chu Wanning didn’t like either of those choices. Mo Ran always used such foul, profane language as well, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out how Mo Ran would make him ‘squirt’ either.

Feeling feisty, he collected all the saliva in his mouth to spit on the offensive thing in his face. It landed right on it’s head, making it glisten from moisture. He saw a bead of white liquid drip out and run down the length of it. Suddenly he didn’t feel so arrogant anymore. He couldn’t look at Mo Ran’s face, eyes fixed on the monster in front of him. He watched as his saliva ran down towards the other’s balls, they looked very big and full. He immediately felt embarrassed for having had that thought.

There was one large vein protruding from the underside of it, he was so close – how did he get so close again? – he thought he could see the blood flowing through it.

He clenched around the finger inside of him which now felt very, very small. Chu Wanning didn’t know whether he made whiny noises or if he just watched it in silence, hypnotized.

He thought Mo Ran said something, but he couldn’t quite make out what, he simply saw the head of that big cock move closer towards. Chu Wanning really was kissing it now, he didn’t know why, but that thought amused him. He smiled as Mo Ran’s precum coated his lips.

“You’re gone, huh?”

A thumb pushed his lips apart and that big thing was entering him. He went cross-eyed trying to follow the motion. It tasted bitter where it rested on his tongue, he wasn’t sure if he liked that. Chu Wanning licked over the head of it, as best as he could at least with his mouth so full.

It went a bit deeper into his throat and suddenly he couldn’t move anything at all, he was plugged. He couldn’t move his tongue, he couldn’t speak, his mouth was simply a hole for Mo Ran. He wasn’t as able to fit everything, not even close to, he realised with disappointment. It rested just shy of entering the expanse of his throat and making him unable to breathe. It felt incomplete to be only filled half way, like starting a puzzle only to stop at the last piece, unsatisfactory and nonsensical.

Chu Wanning tried to show his displeasure by speaking up but he was only able to hum around the length, Mo Ran moaned above him, he felt very far away. He tightened his muscles and was made abruptly aware of the fact his other hole was stuffed as well. A zing went through his pussy and he tried to moan out loud. The motion made him cough and choke.

Mo Ran’s cock got pulled out of his mouth to rest on his face, Chu Wanning didn’t like that. He wanted to complain but got distracted by the two fingers fucking deeply into his hole, ramming up into his spot which had grown more engorged over time. Why had he thought touching inside that place would help? The fact that it was only two measly fingers that couldn’t reach very deep and that his clit remained untouched frustrated him immensely.

“More! I need it, it’s not enough, it needs to be filled.” Chu Wanning begged, clawing at Mo Ran’s arms.

“What is it? Tell me what you need filled.”

Chu Wanning grew more and more frustrated by the second. Why was Mo Ran so dense? Wasn’t it obvious? He ground his sex down onto Mo Ran’s hand, trying to get his fingers further inside of himself. It didn’t soothe that deep ache, really it elevated it, making him more aware of his emptiness.

“Down there, it hurts, please my ho- my mhh” Chu Wanning couldn’t bring his lips to form the word, he sobbed at the unfairness of it all. All of this was so easy for Mo Ran, so why would he make Chu Wanning say something dirty like that?

Mo Ran shook his head.

“Poor thing, I know this isn’t easy for you.” Strong hands stroked his face in a soothing motion, Chu Wanning sniffled.

“I’ll take such good care of you, just tell me what you need.”

The fingers in his pussy stopped their movement, only resting inside of him now which agitated him further.

“I need it in my hole!” he sobbed around the word, it felt so foreign and nasty in his mouth, never having used it in this context.

“Good boy, you’re so brave.”

The fingers pulled out of him, leaving him empty and achy. The warm touch keeping him steady disappeared as well. Chu Wanning felt Mo Ran move between his legs, they were lifted up and towards his chest. He grabbed his own shins for purchase.

Chu Wanning blinked through the tears to watch that monstrosity hang over his sex, dripping white fluid directly onto his already very wet pussy. Suddenly this didn’t feel like such a good idea after all.

His eyes turned wide in fear as he watched the length glide through his labia, it felt hot and heavy and his hole tightened in anticipation.

“It won’t fit.” He whispered.

The head came to a stop right over his hole, not quite pushing in yet.

“It really won’t fit.” Chu Wanning tightened the hold on his legs, feeling fearful as his pussy quivered.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll make it fit.”

Slowly but surely Mo Ran pushed inside. Wanning’s sex burned and he began hyperventilating, his breath came in short bursts and his heart hammered wildly in his chest.

“It’s too big, I’ll really tear, I’ll break! You’ll break me!” Chu Wanning sobbed.

Mo Ran smiled at him “good.”

The cock pushed deeply inside of him and filled his prior virgin pussy. Chu Wanning didn’t even know where that spot inside of him was anymore, it felt like it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. His entire pussy was sensitive, each small movement burned and ached. His clit was so hard, it felt like it would pop from the pressure.

Chu Wanning made unintelligent noises as he was further opened up by the other’s cock.

“See, it fits just fine.”

It felt like it never stopped, like it just kept going and going further into his body, searching out his womb. Oh no, what if Mo Ran pushed right into it, settled his seed into the deepest part of his pussy.

“Oh it’s too deep, you really can’t go any further, it’s not possible!” Chu Wanning shook his head wildly.

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Mo Ran paid him no mind, he spread his pussy lips apart to get a better look at his hole, red and shiny. He petted along the skin of it, pleased at how stretched it was. Wanning looked like he was about to explode, red down to his chest and a crazed look in his eyes. He hadn’t been quite there since Mo Ran had pushed his cock in his mouth. He hoped he hadn’t completely broken him yet, he did like when Wanning resisted and struggled. Now he was lax, simply taking the abuse to his cunt.

Mo Ran watched the rise and fall of the other’s chest as he let him adjust to his size. His nipples were dark and hard and he couldn’t resist the temptation of giving them a taste. He bend forward to get his mouth on Wanning’s chest, Mo Ran’s cock pushing deeper into his pussy in the process.

“Uh-urgh Ah” Wanning coughed, choking on his own saliva. Mo Ran wondered if he was still able to taste his precum on his tongue.

He licked a stripe over Wanning’s areola, before taking his nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nub.

“Oh- oh” Wanning moaned and drooled, saliva dripping down his chin.

Mo Ran rocked his hips back in forth, not yet fucking completely into Wanning’s cunt, he was still too tight, especially with how much he was clenching around him. Maybe he needed to make him cum once more beforehand, it didn’t seem like Wanning was going to hold out much longer anyways.

He flicked the palm of his hand over Wanning’s clit and Wanning screamed at the added stimulation. Mo Ran bit down on the nipple in his mouth before soothing the ache with his tongue. He gave it one last kiss before rising up from his chest to take a good look at Wanning’s face.

“You’re beautiful.” And he was. There was nothing more beautiful than an uptight man like Chu Wanning getting dishevelled like this, covered in drool and cum with his hair in disarray. His cock had driven deeper into the other’s cunt, shamefully he had to admit that he had been on the edge of cumming for a while now. He had good control over himself, but no one had ever affected him quite like this before.

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Chu Wanning didn’t know if the thing inside of him could be considered a cock anymore as it really was a monstrosity. It hurt. He was stretched too far apart, when Mo Ran was done with him, his hole wouldn’t be able to close again. He’d just have to walk around with a stretched out pussy. Everyone would be able to tell what he had been up to, he didn’t want to think of it further.

The hand on his clit rubbed him sore, it made him tighten up and loosen over and over again. It was like he wanted to milk Mo Ran dry, make him release into his fertile hole. He couldn’t stop the moans from leaving his mouth, he wasn’t even sure if any of this felt good, it was too much.

He could feel every ridge of that monster inside of him, he could make out the shape of it’s head where it pushed into the deeper parts of his pussy, almost like a second barrier inside of him. He felt like every thrust inside was accompanied by a popping sound to signify the constant breach of his hole. Chu Wanning was going a little crazy he had to admit.

He stretched out his arms to get a hold of whichever part of Mo Ran he could reach, the control over his limbs was minimal however. He scratched down the other man’s chest, noticing how firm his muscles were. His hands came to a rest at Mo Ran’s shoulders, he held on to them like a lifeline.

Small, pushed out moans left his mouth as he battled for breath.

“You’re doing so well, you’re nearly ready for me.”

What did that mean? He already was filled to the brim, what else could there possibly be?

“No, no- no more, please, I can’t” Chu Wanning begged and sobbed, whatever else the other was thinking of doing, he wasn’t up for. His pussy tingled every time Mo Ran pushed all the way – was it really all the way though? – into him, every nerve inside of him was on fire. He had never been so aware of every single ridge of his sex before. Chu Wanning could make out the parts inside of him that were being bullied into a completely new shape by Mo Ran’s cock.

Wasn’t it supposed to be easy and fun to do this? He wasn’t having ‘fun’. The agglomeration of emotions and sensations he was feeling couldn’t be summed up into a jovial term like ‘fun’. The way Mo Ran’s hips slapped against his thighs added additional soreness to the endeavour, all thanks to the spanking from before. The wet noises their bodies made together shamed him deeply, they just wouldn’t stop.

Despite everything, somewhere in his mind, he felt like it wasn’t enough. Although his clit ached and he felt so so close to falling over the edge, he couldn’t quite get there yet. The slow push of Mo Ran’s cock left him wanting. Chu Wanning bucked his hips without much thought and pulled Mo Ran’s body closer to his by the shoulder’s until their chests pressed together. So close he could feel the other’s puff of breaths into his neck, it tickled him.

“Please...” he whimpered, Mo Ran had to know.

His legs closed around Mo Ran’s hips and the hand on his clit stopped it’s movement, unable to keep up the stimulation in this position. It left him even more desperate for release.

In frustration he flexed the muscles of his thighs, pulling Mo Ran’s hips down into his sex and now he understood what Mo Ran had meant. Chu Wanning didn’t think his pussy had any more space to give, but he could feel himself open deep inside as the other’s cock slid fully into him.

“Oh! Uh-“ his features pulled wide in shock, as he felt something inside of him being poked, far beyond where that other spot had been. Mo Ran’s balls slapped against his taint with the forceful motion and they both rocked slightly upwards on the floor. His hole fluttered and he felt slick leak past the length plugging him up.

Chu Wanning felt himself loosen one last time before his pussy clenched down more forcefully than before. He couldn’t relax his muscles anymore, the way he tightened up inside made him aware of the entire shape of Mo Ran’s cock. He let out a silent scream as his hips bucked uncontrollably. By now he knew what was happening and he felt even more out of control of his body than last time.

His ears began ringing and whatever Mo Ran was saying to him didn’t register. Every clench of his hole, made a stabbing pleasure travel up into his clit which he’d pressed against Mo Ran’s stomach.

It took him a while to regain his senses, thankfully Mo Ran had stilled inside of him, letting him ride out the waves of his orgasm. He could feel fingers cording through his hair to soothe him, even his scalp tingled, his skin felt too big on him.

“Mo Ran...” Chu Wanning called for the other as his nails scratched down Mo Ran’s back. It was the only thing he could still say, the only thing his mind allowed him to think about.

“Shhh, you’ve done well. You are so good.” Chu Wanning felt like he could breathe a little better after hearing the other’s praise. It was like falling into bed after a cold winter’s day, warm and soft. He smiled, feeling at ease.

“No more...done” Chu Wanning mumbled, soothing himself with the thought that he could finally rest now after everything. Mo Ran continued petting him quietly, smiling into his hair.

“How could we be done already?”

Chu Wanning felt himself go pale and cold with sweat. That couldn’t be right, he must have misheard. After all he had just been a virgin this morning and he’d cum twice by now, how was he supposed to... again?

“Huh?” He made a questioning noise, hoping Mo Ran would explain, elaborate, maybe say he was only joking, that Chu Wanning could leave now.

“You can’t be satisfied just from this, right?”

No, no, no, he was very satisfied actually, more than that, everything was great so they could stop now. He tightened up again and his hole throbbed from the soreness of still having that huge thing stuck in him. He’d completely forgotten about that somehow, but now he was more than aware that his insides were still stretched to their limits. Chu Wanning whimpered and bit at his lip.

“Feel how hard I still am? It’s only fair you’d take care of that as I took care of you. Don’t be selfish, Wanning.” Mo Ran spoke in an amused tone, humouring his resistance.

Mo Ran was right, it wasn’t good to be selfish. But why like this? Chu Wanning could take care of him some other way, he was sure. There must be something else that would satisfy the other instead of his hurting hole.

“I could... do something, something else-“

Mo Ran interrupted him.

“Do what exactly? No, I’m intrigued, tell me, what does this little minx think he could do for me?”

Chu Wanning felt very bullied, he was sure he must be red in embarrassment. It wasn’t like he was incompetent, he was a quick learner actually and could probably satisfy Mo Ran with ease... or well at least adequately. Who was Mo Ran anyways to doubt his skills? He asked himself angrily.

“I could use my hands!”

Mo Ran laughed loudly, it shook his body and the cock inside of him slid a little deeper. Chu Wanning gasped at the feeling.

“I’m already in your cunt and now you’re offering me a measly handjob instead? You’re hilarious, tell me, who would be satisfied with just that? After all, wasn’t it you who begged for my cock first instead of my fingers.”

Mo Ran smiled condescendingly down at him, knowing he had hit a sore spot. Chu Wanning hadn’t hated anyone before like he hated Mo Ran right now. He didn’t like to admit but shamefully he was right, Chu Wanning had begged for it, lustful and desperate. He gritted his teeth and avoided Mo Ran’s gaze.

“My mouth...” he whispered.

“You’ve got to speak up, love.”

Asshole

“I said: my mouth! You can have my mouth.”

Mo Ran gave him a considering look, drumming his fingers on the floor.

“Mhhh... No.”

Chu Wanning looked at him incredulously, it wasn’t like his throat was that much different from down there anyways.

“Why not?” He had to ask.

“Well, you see, you already gave me a demonstration of your skills and I’m not impressed. I don’t have the patience to teach you how to suck dick.”

Chu Wanning felt like hitting him, how could someone be so unbearably rude. He offered something vulgar like that only to be completely disrespected. Of course, he didn’t know how to do it, he’d never done anything like that before, but how much technique was there possibly to it? He pulled a disgruntled face.

“You’re running out of options, love.”

Mo Ran – mean as he was – rolled his hips forward in a way that made his pussy sting from overuse. Chu Wanning wasn’t a masochist... He wasn’t! And going through another round of having Mo Ran pummel into his hole didn’t sound enticing to him. He did need to be able to walk to work tomorrow.

“Got nothing more to say? Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your cunt.”

He could feel Mo Ran setting himself into position to start fucking back into his hole and true panic arose in him. He really was too sore for this.

“No, no, I can’t take anymore!” Chu Wanning wanted to rip his own hair out, the slick noises of their coupling made his head spin. He couldn’t just let this happen.

“You don’t even know your own limits.” Mo Ran shook his head, unbothered by his protests. What kind of brute would treat someone this rudely. He still had something to offer, there was still a way to avoid this, his subconscious told him. What was it? What was it though? He had no strength in his limbs, his throat was sore from moaning and screaming, Mo Ran would fuck him again, how could he-

“My ass!”

“What?” Mo Ran stilled his movements.

What. What he just said? Had he gone crazy?! How was that better? He was going stupid, there was no other explanation for this.

Mo Ran stared at him and then... he laughed.

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Mo Ran was in awe. Now that, he really hadn’t expected. For a stuck up virgin – well at least he had been – to offer up his other hole like that... Priceless. He hadn’t thought of taking him like that for now, but to reject an offer like that he didn’t have the willpower to.

He did know that Wanning’s pussy was sore from getting stretched so far but with how wet he was, Mo Ran wouldn’t have damaged his delicate insides. Not that Wanning understood that, he had no knowledge to differentiate pleasant aches from true pain.

He’d have to be a lot more careful with his other hole. If he were a good man, he’d have told Wanning that this would hurt even more, especially since he didn’t have the patience to prepare him properly, but he wasn’t. Mo Ran anticipated the moment Wanning would realise what a mistake this was, he gloated internally.

“Aren’t you insatiable? Just getting your pussy fucked isn’t enough for you, I should’ve figured.” Mo Ran shook his head in playful disapproval.

“Well then, don’t complain to me though. You chose this after all.”

Wanning looked pale and probably regretted his choice already. He pressed the other’s legs down onto his chest, not an unfamiliar position to Wanning by now.

“Grab onto them, you’ll need the stability.”

Wanning did as he was told, seemingly still in shock of what he himself had said. Mo Ran stood up and admired his flexibility from above, both his holes on full display. It pleased him to see the other so dishevelled, he paid special attention to the wet mess between his legs.

“What- where are you going?” Wanning looked at him nervously as he moved to the cabinet at the side of the room.

“What do you think?” He picked an unscented bottle of oil and waved it in Wanning’s direction, he could see him blush.

Mo Ran uncorked the bottle as he knelt before the other. He slipped a thumb into Wanning’s asshole, spreading it just enough to fit the bottleneck inside. He upturned it and let the fluid run inside.

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Chu Wanning made a shocked noise.

“What are you- why..” He protested, watching as the liquid slowly left the bottle, dripping into his taint. He cringed at the foreign sensation of getting filled with fluid, his rim clenched around the object.

It felt weirder than having a finger inside, the glass was smooth and the oil cold, he shivered. The sight itself was embarrassing, who would stick something like a bottle inside of themself? He just grabbed firmly onto his own thighs, hoping for the flow to stop. He knew Mo Ran was watching his hole intently... pervert.

“Can’t you... take it out now?”

For once Mo Ran listened to him and with a pop, he was empty again. Although gravity aided the oil, he could still feel some of it drip out of him. Whenever his muscles relaxed, the fluid moved deeper into his stomach, he felt hot.

He got reminded of what was yet to come as two fingers assaulted his hole, reaching deep into him, Mo Ran scissored them inside.

“Ah?!” He moaned and squirmed, it didn’t feel sore like his pussy had, but he didn’t stretch as easily either. Mo Ran didn’t let him adjust for long as a third finger joined the others. Chu Wanning scratched at his thighs not knowing how to lower the intensity of his feelings otherwise. The fingers curled upwards and he felt himself getting aroused again, he didn’t even know that to be possible.

“Mo Ran, slower, please” If Mo Ran just were a little gentler, if he could just let him breathe instead of overwhelming him with sensations.

“I’ve been willing to let you pretend, but Wanning, aren’t you tired?”

Yes, that’s what he’d been saying the entire time. He was exhausted, he needed a break-

“Aren’t you tired of pretending like this isn’t what you want? I can see how wet you get whenever I just so touch you. You’re desperate, desperate for anything I might give you.”

That wasn’t true. He just couldn’t escape Mo Ran, he couldn’t compete against the other’s strength. Otherwise he would have fought him off by now. He didn’t want this.

“Oh, Wanning, if you could see the look in your eyes whenever I thrust up into you.”

A forth finger caressed his rim as the others curled upwards aggressively.

“You take the pain and the pleasure I give you like you have no other purpose other than to please me, to be a hole for me. Don’t lie now, you came as soon as I put my entire cock in you.”

He could feel the forth finger press into him, it was too much.

“No, no, stop!”

“Your pussy is still stretched, I can see inside of you and you’re leaking. You’re the most precious slut I’ve ever met, every one of your holes is hungry for me. When you walked into this room, I could tell how much I turned you on. You were so obvious, Wanning. Tell me, did you wet your panties for me? Did you not hope I’d have skipped all the bullshit and pulled out my cock to slip inside your cunt?”

Yes, everything was true. He did want it. Chu Wanning sobbed as Mo Ran’s palm slapped against his taint with every thrust.

“If I took you home, if I chained you to my bed, if I fed you my cock every night, you wouldn’t complain.

You have been neglected, Wanning, your needs all unmet until now... until me. Do you know other men who’d treat you like this? Who’d know how to fill you up to your womb?”

No, he didn’t. No one would ever think of touching Chu Wanning like this, no one would ever want to touch him like this... Mo Ran was the only one. Maybe it was fine like this.

“No, I don’t, there’s no one, Mo Ran!’

Mo Ran smiled, pleased, he pulled his fingers out of Wanning’s ass and gave it a small spank to redden it up.

“You’re mine, Wanning, don’t ever forget that.”

He could feel the hard head of Mo Ran’s cock rest on his rim, the clench of his hole kissing it as if begging to be filled. The oil inside of him was warmed up and had been fucked into his stomach by the other’s fingers.

Chu Wanning moaned as he felt Mo Ran push into him, although stretched thoroughly it was by no means an easy slide. His rim battled against the intrusion but couldn’t overpower the strength of Mo Ran’s hips, his hole had to give in.

“Oh!” He stopped breathing as Mo Ran slipped inside. It felt different than his pussy, once the other’s cock had pushed past the resistant muscle of his rim, it glided smoothly and deeply into him. It wasn’t a slow push, bullying its way up to his womb as his pussy clenched down on the intrusion, no, his body simply gave in. Suddenly he was simply filled, and his hole accepted that fact, welcomed it almost.

He didn’t expect his body to react like that, so submissive to getting violated in a place that wasn’t meant to be entered. It was deplorable. Surely that wasn’t how one should react...

His rim stung from being stretched so suddenly and forcefully past it’s limits but other than that, the pain was manageable. Oh no... Did he like this more than his pussy, no that couldn’t be... That wasn’t right.

Mo Ran pulled his cock out halfway before roughly pushing into his ass until his hips slapped against him. The head of that cock pushed so far into his insides, it felt like there was a second barrier being breached, like it popped right into his intestines... maybe it was.

Chu Wanning looked down towards where they were connected and all thought left his body. His stomach bulged out, rising and falling with the push of Mo Ran’s hips in the shape of his... cock.

“Oh, fuck! I feel weird, Mo Ran, I feel really weird!” Chu Wanning felt a pressure down in his stomach that was different from the one before, unlike the feeling of an approaching orgasm.

“You love this, you slut. I can see you dripping, you need your ass filled as well, your cunt just isn’t enough. What if someone else had found you before me? Would you have presented your holes like this as well? Would your ass be this welcoming to everybody?”

Mo Ran growled, riled up by jealousy from his own fantasy.

“You can’t. This cunt belongs to me.”

Chu Wanning felt his pussy lips burn as he was spanked over his sex, he cried out.

“This ass belongs to me, I know you can’t help being a filthy slut but if I ever catch you whoring out with other men...”

Mo Ran’s grip on his legs became harsher and his thrusts erratic, Chu Wanning was overwhelmed from being fucked so roughly.

“I’ll kill them, for you, I’d kill them. Be wise, Wanning.” Mo Ran had a crazed look in his eyes, it didn’t seem like he was lying.

“Oh- oh Mo Ran! My stomach feels weird...” Chu Wanning hiccupped, his ass was so stretched by now that his rim had become weak. If Mo Ran pulled out now, he wouldn’t tighten back up, his hole had been forced into the shape of his cock. When Mo Ran pushed up at the right angle it felt like he was fucking into the spot in his pussy, it had to be so swollen that even the thin barrier of skin separating his holes wasn’t enough to protect it.

The pressure inside of him grew stronger and his clit ached. He was sure his legs were scratched bloody by now.

“Your ass is even more sensitive than your cunt.”

Mo Ran laughed.

“Who’d have thought an inexperienced thing like yourself loves it in the ass. I should strap you to a machine that’ll plug you up and fuck your hole until you become stupid. You’ll only be good as a cocksleeve after that.”

Mo Ran fucked upwards into him, both his pussy and cunt getting stimulated by his cock. He could still feel the oil slosh in his belly from the movement. The wet slapping of Mo Ran’s balls against his taint made him think of getting filled even further, more fluid getting pumped into him. He would get even wetter inside, Chu Wanning wanted to keep everything Mo Ran had inside of himself, keep it safe and guarded.

“Mo Ran! Please- ah” He wasn’t begging for anything in particular, part of him didn’t want it to end another needed it to stop, so he could regain his senses. In the end he could voice neither of those thoughts. His conscious was bound to the push of Mo Ran’s cock inside of his ass, the sensitive skin of his insides caressing it. He tried to clench down but his lower muscles were truly inefficacious.

“You’re fucked stupid, that head of yours is completely useless now. You’re my toy, you only need my cock to feel fulfilled. Don’t I satisfy you well? I’m all you need, Wanning.”

He was nothing but a doll, he wasn’t fit to be called a person anymore. The way Mo Ran had marked him inside, every place of his was moulded to the shape of his cock. What was the point of pretending to be normal, to pretend this didn’t complete him.

Chu Wanning wanted to be Mo Ran’s pet. He wanted to wait at home at the door until the other returned from work, his mouth already open, prepared to let himself be filled. He wanted to warm Mo Ran’s cock inside of him, no one else should be able to service the other like that. He was the only one. He needed to be the only one.

“I’m... yours?” Chu Wanning craved the validation. If Mo Ran put his cock in him he needed to take care of him as well, that was only right. That was the only way all of this made sense. He couldn’t break Chu Wanning down like this and leave him in the dust... He couldn’t, he wouldn’t let him after all Mo Ran had promised.

Mo Ran groaned loudly, the rhythm of his hips growing faster as his cock pummelled into Wanning’s ass, the rim red and swollen. He could feel no pain from it however.

“Yes, good boy, you have always been mine. You were meant for me, meant to be fucked by me. From the moment I first saw you, I knew, I had to have you. I knew you were mine. I couldn’t not have you, I knew I would dream of you every night.”

“Yes! Ah- ah” Chu Wanning moaned. He’s never been someone’s fantasy, it made his heart flutter to be desired like that.

Nothing else mattered anymore except pleasing Mo Ran. Whichever way he wanted him, Chu Wanning would obey. Mo Ran would take care of him, he promised it, he’d never leave him.

“When you looked at me I saw it in your eyes, how exhausted you were, how tired of your life you had become. Now you’ve found your place, you’re meant to be at my side.”

Wanning’s pussy ached at being untouched, he couldn’t bring his arms to move and touch himself to relieve that burning hot feeling. He couldn’t form the words to tell Mo Ran either... or maybe he just didn’t want to. The ache pleased him. Surely Mo Ran knew what he needed, maybe he didn’t need his clit to be touched. Mo Ran knew what was good for him.

“Mo Ran! Please, please! Deeper!”

Chu Wanning squirmed, bucking his hips to get Mo Ran to fuck him harder.

“You’re insatiable.” Mo Ran muttered fondly.

“My little slut.”

Chu Wanning felt strangely proud at being called something degrading, it was less the term itself, but the way Mo Ran had said it, like he was pleased at Chu Wanning’s cock-hungry nature.

He giggled at the thought and interrupted himself with a moan. He’d really become a little crazy, all of his worries seemed so dull, nothing really mattered anymore. It was like Mo Ran’s cock had healed him of all ailments.

“Wanning... I will never let you go. Even if you come to your senses, I won’t let you leave.”

Mo Ran stared down at him with a sure gaze, were he in his right mind it would have worried him, but he couldn’t focus properly. Why would he want to leave? Everything was fine, he was well taken care of, he had no reason to worry, he had no need for his own thoughts.

Chu Wanning whined each time his spot was ground against. Mo Ran’s cock pushed so far into him, filled him so deeply, it felt like he was pressing up into his bladder. There was so much pressure in his stomach, he couldn’t contain it. He needed to release it.

“You won’t need to work anymore, I will provide for you. You don’t need to even leave the house or see your co-workers, they are not worthy to be close to you anyways. I’ll make you my husband, no one could deny our bond.”

“Hus- husband...” Chu Wanning smiled. Yes, this was what he wanted. Mo Ran would be his husband, his alone. He could never leave him alone, Mo Ran wanted him! Only him! Father would be proud he had found such a good man, one who cared for him, one who lov- ... loved him? Did Mo Ran really?

“Do you... Mo Ran” Chu Wanning had a hard time forming the words. But he had to ask, could someone really love him?

The pressure in his stomach grew immensely, he was afraid if Mo Ran pushed on his abdomen he’d erupt.

“Do you? Do you lo- love... me?” He whimpered, afraid of the answer.

The motion of the other’s hips halted, giving respite for his sore behind.

“Oh, Wanning...” Mo Ran leaned forward until their foreheads touched. He’d never been so close to someone before. The way his and Mo Ran’s breath intermingled, the way he could count each and every of his eyelashes... He hoped the other didn’t find anything unsightly on his own face.

“I love you.”

Chu Wanning felt himself bloom, like a flower everything in him opened up to take in those sweet words. He smiled widely, nothing felt better than this admission. He didn’t doubt Mo Ran, of course he wouldn’t lie to him, he cared for him... he loved him.

Mo Ran snapped his hips forward, his cock pushing into Wanning’s gaping hole and he came apart.

There was a moment where no sound came through to him, he didn’t feel the rough texture of the floor scraping his back, he couldn’t feel Mo Ran’s hair tickle his face, unfeeling and silent. Suddenly he came to again, someone was screaming, he realised that to be himself. Everything was happening from so far away.

There was a steady stream of liquid trickling down his taint, his pussy was too wet.

“Mo Ran? Mo-“ What was happening? His ass was fluttering around Mo Ran’s cock and he could still hear and feel the trickle of liquid onto the floor.

“Oh, you’re perfect, Wanning, you’re everything. Of course, you’d be able to do this on your first time.”

Chu Wanning managed to open his eyes despite the assault on all his senses, he looked down his body. His entire torso glistened with fluid, he couldn’t believe himself to be the reason for all of that. His pubic hair was matted and sticky and he saw the mess didn’t limit itself to his own body: Mo Ran’s hips were soaked, their skin connected wetly whenever he was fucked into. He could feel his pulse in his own ass, rim tightening around Mo Ran’s cock, stopping it from leaving him empty.

He gasped, with every contraction of his lower body, his pussy would squirt fluid on both of them, he couldn’t make it stop.

“Mo Ran!” He whined, what was this? Why was he so wet? It felt like he was peeing.

“Shh, good boy, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Mo Ran’s pace grew uncontrolled and erratic as he got absorbed in his own pleasure. Chu Wanning was going to make him cum... inside of him, Mo Ran was going to fill him up. That made him happy.

He felt more sticky liquid squirt out of him, but he was beyond caring about that.

“Fuck! Wanning, clench down for me, baobei, be good for me.”

Chu Wanning tried his best as he collected whatever strength he had left and channelled it to his lower body. He started getting too sore for comfort now, his ass ached uncomfortably.

“Please, Mo Ran, please... cum, it hurts..” He begged, he really needed it to stop. His pussy was still leaking and with each push inside of him the stream strengthened.

“Baobei, you’re so good for me, Wanning, call me husband.”

Wanning’s body was beyond feeling pleasure, now nothing but exhausted but he couldn’t help but moan at the request. His mind went mushy, he could only think of Mo Ran, only think of...

“Husband!”

Mo Ran’s hips stuttered inside of him. Finally, Chu Wanning could tell he was being filled properly. The way a husband should fill their spouse, to shoot their seed inside of them.

“Husband...”

Chu Wanning thought dreamily of what his life would look like now as Mo Ran’s husband. Everything was right now, as it should be. He was so happy.

“You’re mine now.”

Chu Wanning could feel something soft and warm touch his lips, he opened his eyes in wonder. They were kissing, he pressed every part of himself harder against Mo Ran, trying to unite them in every way he could.

He was being kissed. They had truly consummated their marriage now, he could feel a wonderfully ticklish sensation in his tummy.

Chu Wanning was truly loved.

Mo Ran loved him.

Everything was fine.

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Xue Meng was a complainer.

He loved to moan and whine about his problems.

Although Mo Ran wasn’t the first person Xue Meng would choose to complain to, once he got a little tipsy, he didn’t care who he was talking to anymore. And so his tongue became very loose and he told Mo Ran everything that bothered him.

Most things were miniscule, but one name kept coming up: Chu Wanning. At first Mo Ran’s knowledge about the man had been jumbled and sketchy as it was hard to follow Xue Meng’s drunken rambling. It was clear that man must be his co-worker however, as he assumed to know all of his cousin’s friends personally, but he’s never met this Chu Wanning before.

He didn’t immediately bring it up with Xue Meng when sober, opting to broaden his knowledge slowly through drunken confessions. He whined about how this Chu Wanning was careless about himself, he whined about how he didn’t take care of himself, he whined about how he was scared for him... it intrigued Mo Ran. Who was this mysterious person Xue Meng seemed to worry for so much?

It turned out he didn’t have to bring it up himself at all. One day, sober at that, Xue Meng gave him a call, asking about this and that, stalling... Mo Ran humoured him, kept up the small talk until the other caved. He needed advice, he’d said, about how to push someone to take better care of himself. Mo Ran plotted, this would be a perfect opportunity to finally get to know this Chu Wanning. He couldn’t let little, naïve Meng Meng just be friends with someone Mo Ran didn’t even know, he had his protective duties as the older cousin after all.

Xue Meng didn’t take him up on his offer immediately as he expected. He was always so protective over his friends, trying to hide them away from Mo Ran, futile of course. After a week Xue Meng had ceased his resistance, seemingly out of options.

“You won’t... be mean to him, right?”

Mo Ran laughed; his Meng Meng was so adorable sometimes.

“I wouldn’t, he’d be my client after all, it would be simply professional.”

Xue Meng contemplated for a while and it took Mo Ran about half an hour to sweet talk him into agreeing to everything.

He had to wait another week until Xue Meng had actually given Chu Wanning his little business card from then on it was a waiting game. Xue Meng himself had said he couldn’t promise Chu Wanning would even show up, but even if he didn’t Mo Ran had other plans that would guarantee he’d get to meet the other.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take long after that until Chu Wanning turned up. Once his receptionist had made Mo Ran aware of the other’s arrival, he’d told her to go home early today, it was closing time soon anyways. She didn’t question the early leave and left swiftly.

Mo Ran felt excitement take over him, finally the mystery behind this man would be lifted. His steps became faster – eager to see the other – until he reached the correct room. He turned the handle softly, opening the door slowly.

Mo Ran was greeted by the back of a tall, slender person. Black hair long and smooth falling over his shoulders. He raked his eyes downwards, appreciating the body in front of him, the small of his waist and the length of his legs.

Chu Wanning was beautiful.

Mo Ran smiled.

This would be more fun than he’d anticipated.