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„Are you heading out for today, Sir?“
„I am. When‘s the earliest meeting tomorrow?“
„At 10:45, Sir.“
Mo Ran smiles, throwing a quick glance at his watch before nodding towards the older man. He‘s been his assistant for a very long time, always reliable, and always very aware of how to read the room. A skill that saves lives, or jobs.
„I‘ll be at the office by 10:20. Make sure to prepare that vile coffee for him. I‘d rather have him out of my office before the entire building reeks of him.“
„It will be done, Sir. I wish you a pleasant evening.“
The old man bows slightly and Mo Ran makes his way to the elevator, only taking his phone out once the doors close and he is truly alone again. He reaches for his phone, not the one he uses for company calls and when he is surrounded by peers and friends, but another, sleek black one. A press to the button on the side makes the screen light up, his wallpaper greeting him and making him smile.
His wife, ever so lovely, ever so beautiful and fierce, stares back at his wolfish grin. The black slik babydoll lingerine Mo Ran forced him to wear looks so inviting, even through the picture, and he remembers well how much more beautiful his wife‘s body looked once it was adorned with red bitemarks and purple bruises. His phoenix eyes, fierce and only slightly unfocused, are rimmed red and glassy, his lips swollen and slightly bloody with how Mo Ran bit him. The picture is mostly black and white, hues of grey where the shadows bleed into one another, but one piece is vividly red. It sits against his wife‘s throat, tight and adorned with a tag that simply reads „楚妃”- Chu-Fei. A title he had lovingly given his wife back when he was still feisty and unreceptive. He has long since exchanged the tag, but keeps the Chu-Fei one for other purposes.
The elevator doors dings and Mo Ran locks his phone again. He strides towards his car, a black one that most definitely shouldn’t be driving from home to work but instead chase records on some racing track, but before he can so much as start the engine, his phone buzzes. It‘s not the corporate one, no, that one he would blatantly ignore.
Mo Ran reaches for it. The message that pops up is the alarm notification from the gates, and already with his jaw tense, Mo Ran clicks on the app that allows him a view of any and all angles from his estate. With a few clicks his screen lights up with the view of camera 13, a perfect view towards the front gate. Behind the black bars is a unfocused, not clear shadow of a person, and the annoyance already bubbles beneath Mo Ran‘s skin. He watches the man look around, tap his foot, take something out of his pocket-
His phone rings. The corporate one, but the ringtone is not the same for calls from people he is forced to work with, and his friends.
„Who the hell?“ he murmurs and fishes out his other phone, eying the caller and rolling his eyes before accepting.
„What is it?“
„Open the damn door! I‘ve been standing here for 10 minutes!“
„I‘m not home Mengmeng, some of us have jobs.“
He can hear his cousin click his tongue and it makes his grin even wider.
„Shut up, i‘n not here cuz I wanna be either! When will you be home?“
„For you? In two hours.“
„You‘re such a -„
„15 Minutes Mengmeng, try not to get arrested for loitering in front of my home.“
Mo Ran knows his cousin will greet him with even more huff and puff for it, but since he is already ruining his evening he had very specific plans for, well Mo Ran might as well have some fun.
The car‘s engine roars to life, but before Mo Ran leaves the garage, he switches the camera view from the front gate to camera 1, the bedroom.
The perspective is from up above, a bird‘s eye view of the king sized bed. It is not empty, of course not, and his wife- well, pet- sits so beautifully on it, aware of the cameras and Mo Ran‘s ability to watch him, but never knowing when exactly. The answer to that is: always. Even during meetings, as he will also no doubt do during the next, Mo Ran watches the cameras and thereby his wife. He watches him sleep, he watches him read, he watches him right now peering out of the little window to see who has been ringing the doorbell like a maniac.
He is so beautiful, his wife, his Wanning. His hair is so long now, cascading down his back and smooth like the finest dark silk Mo Ran usually dresses him in. Today however, his wife is naked, as Mo Ran sometimes is in those moods where no clothes on that pale body seem to be worthy enough to grace him.
„Fuck.“
His cock fattens up beneath the expensive slacks he wears, and it makes the annoyance of having to deal with Xue Meng first only more stinging.
It‘s at the highway that Mo Ran‘s cock really refuses to soften, which is his own fault for keeping his eyes more on his phone and the camera view of his pet than the street ahead. His wife used to hide beneath the blanket whenever he was naked or in revealing clothing, until Mo Ran took it away. By now, Wanning has learned and gotten better and even with the blanket being returned, he is more comfortable with his nakedness. It‘s why Mo Ran‘s cock twitches and he has to touch the bulge when his wife lies back on the bed, his knees drawn up as he reads a book. Mo Ran changes the view to camera 4, the one mounted right at the foot of the bed, and gets a first row view of his wife’s pussy.
It‘s been a while since he shaved Chu Wanning down there. Depending on what mood he is in, he will shave Wanning or keep it untouched, pleased by the dark hair that covers his pussy. He loves seeing the hair damp and shiny with slick, he loves to trace his fingers through it or how it feels on his tongue when he eats his wife out. But he also loves to see Wanning‘s chubby little pussy, with nothing to cover it. He loves how smooth the skin is when he shaves it and lathers it in a expensive cream to prevent any chafing or burning. He loves seeing that little hole being unable to fully close when he leaves for work and later on checks the cameras, giving him a clear view of the cum still plugging his wife full.
God, he can barely hold on. His grip on the steering wheel is enough to make his knuckles pop out white, and his foot hits the gas pedal just a little harder.
It wouldn’t be the first time Mo Ran‘s crashed his car because he was distracted like this. This time however, he looks away just enough to safely overtake a slow SUV in front of him.
By the time he is at the last big crossing, all lights on red and a row of other cars in front of him, equally trapped, Mo Ran has to open his zipper and get his cock out. For one, it is simply big, girthy and long with veins that pulsate with the blood that keeps him hard, so keeping it in the rigid work slacks is fucking painful. And for the other, he is certain that he will have a wet spot where his cum oozes out of his cockhead‘s slit if he keeps it in there for any longer.
He doesn’t touch himself , simply keeps his fist somewhat loose around the base, and gazes back at his phone, propped up in the middle console. It‘s then that he notices his wife move and leave the bed, heading for the room to the right, and still stuck in the traffic, Mo Ran changes to camera 9: the bathroom.
He watches his wife enter and squat above where the toilet used to be and now only has a hole in the ground.
Mo Ran changes to camera 10. It is mounted right across from where his Wanning has his thighs spread wide and squats. His gaze is fixed right onto the camera. He knows where they are, and even if he can’t know if Mo Ran is currently watching or not, he seems to spread himself open obscenely, as if he is sad that his pussy is covered by hair and he has to offset it by showing more.
The first trickle is barely noticeable, but more and more comes out until his wife is properly pissing, his spine still straight and posture proper even as he squats like a cat. Mo Ran groans in his car and despite his resolve, his hand grips tighter and he starts to fuck his hand. His pet looks straight into the camera as he pisses and empties his bladder. The way it‘s positioned limits the view though: his face is barely in the frame, while his lower body is front and center. Mo Ran can watch his piss trickle down again and almost taper off, but his Wanning thrusts his hips forward, causing the last trickle to hit the camera directly, almost as if he is pissing on Mo Ran.
And it drives him fucking crazy. He throws his head back and groans, his hand gripping his cock and moving up and down until it‘s almost painful, and god Mo Ran loves him so much, he could close his eyes and loose himself in his climbing orgasm.
At least until the car behind him hits the horn and he realizes the streetlight is about to turn red again. His foot hits the pedal, the car roars and he speeds off, locking his phone and forcing himself to focus on the street and traffic. His mind wanders back to his wife of course, and his cock is still out, aching and dribbling cum next to his feet, but he preserves until he reaches a lonely parking lot just a few streets from his house. There is no hope that he‘d grow soft again, and if it wasn’t for his cousin waiting for him like a pissed off peacock ready to screech your ear off, he wouldn’t care. It wouldn’t be the first time the arrived home hard and aching already.
The sun has long since set. Above him, moths dance beneath the yellow light of the parking lot lamps, undisturbed by the low purring of the car‘s engine.
Mo Ran doesn‘t bother to turn it off, he knows it‘ll be quick. He could watch the cameras again, watch his wife and see what he is doing now, but he has the horrible habit of wanting to prolong the pleasures as long as possible. Right now, he doesn’t strive for that though, he aims for efficiency.
He grabs the sleek, black phone and unlocks it, opening his phone gallery this time. It‘s locked and requires his face ID, and once it unlocks, Mo Ran scrolls through the several sub-galleries. He passes „Lingerine“, „Bondage“, „Cockwarming“, „Sleeping“, „Disobedience“, „Feet“, „Crying“, „Drugged“, „Xia Sini“ and briefly lets his thumb hover over „litte kitten“, but scrolls further past the other categories until he reaches „Cumshot“. None of the countless pictures and videos require much for Mo Ran to cum, but this one is especially efficient. The pictures are cumstained panties of all varieties: frilly pink ones, pristine white ones, whorish ones that have a cut out right where that tight little hole is. When he swipes to the next, his cock painfully hard as he starts to move his hand up and down, a video starts playing.
Pale hands hook into pink panties, pulling them forward until his wife‘s hairless cunt is visible.
„Fuck. Gonna make you run around like that, yeah? Does my wife want it?“
There is groaning, the wet slap of his own hand jerking off his cock, in tandem with Mo Ran stroking it in the car right now, and a little whimper. His Wanning is so rarely verbal, but he sees how that chin bobs briefly, a nod, before one hand lets go of his panty and reaches for Mo Ran‘s fat cock instead.
„Fuck, yes Wanning. Come on, get what you want, touch your husband‘s cock.“
Mo Ran groans in the car, his cock leaking more cum as he starts to thrust his hips, aching to have something tighter, warmer and wetter to sink into and violate. He continues to watch as that dainty hand struggles to wrap around his girth, ultimately failing by quite a bit, but nevertheless jerking him off equally as desperate.
„Wanning“
His wife knows the signs of his orgasm, because unlike him, Mo Ran is and always has been very vocal. In the video he moans and the feed turns shaky, as both the him in the video and the him in the car feel their orgasm crush over them and cock shoot cum. Unfortunately, Mo Ran of the present cums into his first in a lonely parking lot, while the past Mo Ran watches as his Wanning aims his cock for his pussy, letting the cum hit his lips and cunt and panties until no drop is left.
„Fuck. Fuck I‘m gonna kill Xue Meng.“
Mo Ran grunts as he leans back against leather seat, cock growing soft as one hand is left warm and sticky, while his other still grips onto the phone, letting the video play out.
„My good little slut. Come on, grab your skirt and mask. I‘m taking you shopping.“
The sound of kissing, a slap that Mo Ran knows went to his wife‘s ass, and the video stops, leaving him in the dark of his car, still out of breath. It takes him a few minutes, that he hopes Xue Meng feels like hours, to clean his hand with some wet tissues and get his car out of the parking lot and right in front of his gate. Usually he would unlock Wanning‘s door at this moment, but seeing as Xue Meng stands there, frowning at him even through the tinted windows of his car, his wife can’t come to greet him as he usually would.
„Mengmeng, what a nice surprise.“
Mo Ran shuts the car door behind him, his suitcase in hand and utterly presentable, no trace of debauchery left. Well, beside those few drops of cum near the gas pedal, but Xue Meng won‘t be allowed in there anyway.
„it‘s been 26 minutes!“
„The traffic is a killer at this hour. You‘d know if you actually worked.“
„Shut up! Some of us have to study before they stumble their way through work.“
„Stumble, yeah? That what you call being a boss?“
„Fuck off and open the door.“
Mo Ran chuckles but listens and opens the door to the empty hallway.
„You haven’t had dinner?“
„Barely had lunch.“
„Ge, seriously…. Mom and Dad will drag you home if you skip meals.“
They leave their jackets and shoes at the door and while Xue Meng sets his backpack down to grab the containers filled with food his mother made, Mo Ran heads for the fridge.
„How‘s that degree going?“
„Fine. It‘s stressing me out, I wanna be done with it already.“ Xue Meng grumbles. The beer can hisses when he pops it open.
„How much longer?“
„A year, then I‘ll have my master‘s. Then I can… work like him.“
„Mhm.“
Mo Ran takes a sip of his beer as well before they wolf down Madam Wang‘s cooking. It‘s still warm and doused in spices, just the way they all prefer.
„So, why were you waiting for me? The Mei‘s bullying you again?“
„Pff. I can handle them.“
„ Both? At once? Damn Mengmeng.“
Xue Meng frowns, the tips of his chopsticks stuck between his teeth, and Mo Ran thoroughly enjoys the moment his comment fully sinks in.
„What the fuck is wrong with you!“
His cousin slaps his shoulder, but unfortunately for him, they don’t play in the same weight class. It barely stings the skin beneath his shirt.
His phone buzzes inside of his pocket, catching Mo Ran‘s attention while Xue Meng glowers at him and aggressively shoves more rice into his mouth. He knows which phone it is, but he can’t properly look at it, so he only slightly pulls it out of his pocket and glances at what message has been sent.
/Automatic change from Camera 1 to Camera…./
Is his Wanning moving around? He went to the toilet just a while ago, so it shouldn’t be the bathroom…
God he wants to look, and he wants to kick his cousin out and go up to his wife and-
„Ge, it‘s his anniversary soon.“
Mo Ran pushes the phone back into his pocket and reaches for a meatball. There is enough food that there is definitely supposed to be leftovers, and if only it wasn’t so spicy, he and his Wanning could share.
„Yeah? Any news?“
„No. People barely even call the tip hotline…“
Xue Meng looks bizarrely uncanny when deep in thought, or when his eyes get that sad glaze. This little only child, spoiled rotten by his parents, never to know hunger or cold or a lack of attention and love, is usually loud and ferocious, but when it is about this topic, he looses that luster of arrogance.
Mo Ran knows nobody will call the hotline, or come forward. Nor will that missing person ever reappear again.
A part of him finds it almost funny how Xue Meng mopes around here for his long lost Professor, while that very same man has been and currently is just a floor above them.
„He‘ll show up, one day. You know Chu Wanning, he is tough.“
„It‘s been almost 5 years! Every damn cop tells me what the low chances are, and even dad acts like I didn’t hear the detectives tell him they are looking for remains at this point!“
His voice is shaky with the weight of heartache. His professor wasn’t just a educator to him, no. Chu Wanning was a good friend of his parents and had been around ever since Xue Meng was but a little boy. The reason why he is currently struggling through this degree is Chu Wanning; Mo Ran knows Xue Meng sees it as a sort of tribute, as if doing everything perfectly will make Chu Wanning magically reappear and pat his head.
Too bad. Mo Ran isn‘t eager to share. Shi Mei had to learn the hard way.
„We just have to keep believing. What else can we do?“
„You sound just like them! You‘re all so- so stupid. If it was any of us, fo you think he‘d just sit back and let incompetent people look for us? For you?! You know him too! How can you not want him back?“
It‘s unfair to Xue Meng and his parents, Mo Ran knows, but even they aren’t worthy of his Wanning. Nobody is, and nowhere else is safe besides the confines of Mo Ran‘s home, an extension of his grip. He knows Chu Wanning, of course he does, and he knew him back when he would admonish him for everything and whip him verbally until Mo Ran felt every word sear itself into his foul bones.
That was a Chu Wanning who didn’t belong to anyone. Fiercly independent, Mo Ran had first thought, but really, it was self destruction. The arrogance others envied him for was equally nothing but a farce; it was not arrogance in the first place, but fear. Fear of judgement, fear of opening himself up only to be ridiculed and rejected. Every little thing Mo Ran obsessed over turned out to be a lie. That Chu Wanning? He wasn’t anything but a scared little kitten, hissing and clawing at everything because nobody had ever attempted to touch his soft fur.
It was cruelty that he was forced to live like that, so Mo Ran changed it. He allowed for Chu Wanning to be who he really is, within the safety and love of Mo Ran‘s heart.
It didn’t go flawlessly in the beginning of course. Mo Ran had to declaw his little feisty cat and train it properly. Now that he was domesticated, how could he be so cruel to release him into the harsh world again?
No, we wouldn’t. And his Wanning wouldn’t want it either.
Mo Ran swallows, the spices his aunt generously uses for her cooking burning down his throat and tingling on his lips. He‘d entertained Xue Meng for long enough, it‘s high time he kicks him out. He still has to make dinner for his Wanning too, after all.
„You really think he‘d want me back? Xue Meng, you‘re delusional. If there is one man who wouldn’t care if I‘m found dead in a ditch, it‘s Chu Wanning.“
„Say that again, dog! Say it to my face one more fucking time!“
Xue meng stands and roars, feisty like a hissy little bird that got it‘s prescious feathers ruffled. Mo Ran simply puts his chopsticks down and eyes his cousin, his face entirely still.
„Chu Wanning wouldn’t care if I was found in a ditch, so why should I? And who is to say he went missing? He is a grown man, he could have left, moved, anything. You think he‘d ask his favorite student if that‘s okay with him first?“
There was genuine hatred that slipped into his voice, lacing it with a long held bitterness he harbored for his cousin. Chu Wanning had such a soft spot for him, even back then, and Mo Ran fucking hated it. No matter how annoying Xue Meng got over his idolization of him, Chu Wanning never admonished him as harshly, and even faintly smiled at times when Xue Meng made him proud.
It made Mo Ran‘s jaw clench and hands itch with the urge to grab someone or something and crush it.
„Go fuck yourself, seriously Mo Ran! You fucking asshole! Why do you see him in such a bad light?? Like all he ever did is harass your ungrateful ass?!“
„Yeah? He didn’t? Remind me who made me sit inside copying old poems while your Highness was allowed to play outside?“
Xue Meng looks ready to actually fight him. He has that little vein by his temple that starts to pop out when he in enraged, and right now it‘s positively pulsing.
„Oh yeah, how cruel of him to sit himself down with you after his tutoring session was over and make you try to catch up with us! You were so fucking behind, you think you would have been able to finish school if it wasn’t for him?“
The phone buzzes again. Unable to look, he feels antsy, like a unscratchable itch burns beneath his skin.
It is all true. Too bad Mo Ran wants Xue Meng out, not to sit here and reminisce about Chu Wanning‘s and his old history.
„He was a saint, I was a dirty stray, I should be kissing the ground the walks on, got it. That‘s all? I‘d like to actually relax after work, not argue with you.“
„Argue with the fucking wall then, you moron!“ Xue Meng leaves in a quick flurry that Mo Ran feels only a little bit bad about. But nothing that a apology and dinner couldn’t fix later on, he just has other priorities right now.
Mo Ran waits for the gates to close again after his cousin rushes off, and finally, silence. He stands in the middle of the living room for a moment, stretches his strong limbs like a predator ready for the hunt. His suitcase is left on the couch, locked and inconspicuous enough. The code is four numbers long, and once the case opens with a soft „click“, Mo Ran grabs the contents and rushes up the stairs.
Besides the camera app on his phone, he has mutiple other, rather helpful ones. One of them is linked to all doors and balconies of the house and he is able to remotely open and close them. It takes his fingerprint and face ID to be able to unlock the bedroom door he is standing in front of, but once it does, it too opens with a little click.
„Wanning, I‘m home.“
„Welcome home.“
The soft voice doesn’t come from the bed, but from right beside the door. His wife, for today his pet, is sitting on his knees, posture straight and eyes looking up at him from beneath his long, delicate lashes.
„Such a good pet, waiting for me properly.“
Usually, this is how Mo Ran would be greeted right by the front door, but since he had Xue Meng in tow, he had to keep the door locked, lest his curious kitten follows the noises and let‘s himself be discovered. Despite how well trained he is, it‘s hard to shake bad habits, and curiosity had always been one of his biggest vices.
Mo Ran kneels downs and clasps the collar he picked out the suitcase around his wife‘s pale neck. It isn’t tight enough to cut off his airpipe, but definitely not loose enough for any finger to slip between the red leather and skin. Once it‘s fastened, Mo Ran attaches the leash in the front, right above the tag that reads „Wanning“.
„I‘ve missed you all day.“
Mo Ran cups his cheeks, letting his thumbs softly trace the delicate skin. His Wanning is just so beautiful, and always has been. Even back when Mo Ran was a teenager and Chu Wanning a young adult of barely 20, he had thought so. Even in his most violent, most passionate wet dreams, it was Chu Wanning‘s beauty that caught his breath again and again and made him cum the hardest.
„Mo Ran.“
God, Mo Ran wants to have him raw. That voice, so smooth like a bell chime, those eyes, gentle and simmering with something more animal, and his lips, pink and glistening; it was a test to Mo Ran‘s sanity day after day.
He leans in to kiss his wife,his pet, his beloved (there is always the time for a proper welcome and goodbye after all) and when his Wanning melts into it, he kisses him deeper until his tongue invades that little mouth. Mo Ran has always been greedy, so even now when his Wanning is in his home, in his grasp, willingly submitting and obeying, it still feels like it‘s not enough. It feels like it will never be enough, like that hunger is only momentarily quenched before it asks for more again and again. Sometimes he wonders if that‘s what an addict must feel like, to never be truly satisfied, merely tolerate the time between another hit.
Mo Ran pulls back, but when he sees the dazed look in his wife‘s eyes, he kisses him again, bitting his lip this time.
„You need to eat first.“ he orders it, voice resolute, but his Wanning whines such a beautiful, pathetic little noise that makes Mo Ran pause briefly. Then he grins, more starved wolf than man, and moves his hand between his wife‘s legs, where his fingers first touch the coarse hair. He lets his fingers enjoy the sensation and draws senseless little circles with them, until he dips them lower and is welcomed by wetness.
„Such a good pet, already wet for me. Is your pussy hungry too, hm?“
He receives a nod in response, even if it‘s not needed. It‘s blatantly evident from how his hole eagerly clenches around Mo Ran‘s fingertip when he lets it rest against it, not quite pushing in, merely teasing. But Mo Ran needs to be disciplined too even if he wants nothing more than to indulge; his Wanning would let himself rot and die, much like how he did before Mo Ran took him home, if it wasn’t for his husband taking such great care of him.
„Come on, it‘s time for dinner.“
He stands and leads his Wanning down the hallway by his leash. When they reach the stairs, he carries his pet until they reach the ground floor before he sets him down again, tugging at the leash. Wanning follows obediently on his bare knees, his thighs shiny with his slick.
The kitchen is spacious and like the rest of the house kept mostly modern with a touch of traditional elements, mostly wood. A spacious, cushioned dog bed waits in front of the kitchen
counter, one that his Wanning knows to immediately go to and sit. He waits so patiently while he looks up at Mo Ran and waits for him to undo the leash, lest he gets all tangled in it.
„You‘re being so good Wanning. My sweet, good kitten.“
Chu Wanning sighs into the kiss he receives, and it makes Mo Ran‘s heart thrum in his chest. His blood is molten lava as it rushes beneath his skin, mostly heading towards a distinct destination south, but he remains firm on his own principles, even if the dazed look in his Wanning‘s eyes makes him look so delectable.
Mo Ran first grabs a bowl and fills it with fresh water. He sets it down in front of Wanning and smiles, watching him, observing as his pet gazes back at him patiently. He has his knees tucked neatly under his thighs and his hair falls all the way down to his hips, giving him only a little glimpse of the rosy nipples he loves to bite. Briefly, Mo Ran considers tying it back, but he will give his Wanning a bath later on anyway, so there is no reason to keeping it clean.
„You can drink now.“
His pet leans down, supporting himself on his elbows, until he is face to face with his reflection in the bowl. The tip of his nose breaks the water‘s surface slightly, and he slightly startles at it, amusing Mo Ran, before he starts to lap at the water with his tongue. This too, had been very difficult in the beginning, but look at his beloved now; he drinks obediently while Mo Ran watches and trails his palm down his naked spine, almost as if to encourage him.
„Little more, Wanning. You went earlier, so you need to get more water back in you.“
So he keeps lapping at the water and making little droplets splash onto his face. Mo Ran feels intoxicated; he knows Wanning will continue to drink until he tells him to stop, even if he isn’t thristy anymore, even if his stomach rebels and wants him to stop. The power he wields, the trust he robbed and obedience he forced on his Wanning makes him want to kill him sometimes. Not violently, not seriously, but he gets the urge to grab his Wanning and hold him so tight until even the bones beneath his skin know his touch and mend to him.
„Enough, Wanning. Sit.“
He pats his side gently and doesn’t have to repeat the command; it is followed immediately. Chu Wanning sits back up. A few strands of hair are wet and stick to his skin, while tiny droplets roll down his cheek and one on his forehead, right on track to pool into the hollow of his eye. But Mo Ran won‘t let it; he licks the little droplet away, kisses his Wanning‘s nose and then lips again, before he stands and prepares his dinner.
Wanning‘s palette is very different to his; he absolutely cannot eat spices, and is overall rather picky. Not a vegetarian, but still barely eats any meat or fish. He prefers sweet and mild flavours, which is exactly what Mo Ran sticks to as he chops up vegetables and throws a bit of salmon into a pan to fry. Regardless of whether he likes it or not, there are things he simply has to eat, so Mo Ran became quite skilled at turning even disliked flavours and ingredients into palatable bites of tastiness.
Since his Wanning was so extraordinarily good today too, he also deserves a treat. That Mo Ran takes especially serious, because it is not just Chu Wanning‘s favorite part of any meal, but also his reward. It cannot he half assed, not that Mo Ran ever does when it comes to his Wanning.
Tangyuan it is.
The kitchen fills up with the delicious scent of spices and vegetables, a hint of fish; the rice cooker announces itself soon enough and switches it‘s setting automatically from „cook“ to „warm“.
„Wanning, come here.“
He hears the little pitter patter of knees and hands against the marble floor, then he feels the warm body pressed against his leg and hip. Mo Ran places a hand on top of his Wanning‘s head, ruffling the hair slightly. The broth is almost done, so he scoops it up with a spoon and blows it cool. Just to be sure, he tastes a little bit of it, humming in delight, before he holds the spoon down, right to his pet‘s lips. He doesn’t need to order it; Chu Wanning takes the spoon into his mouth without hesitation.
„Good?“
„Mhm.“
„Good pet. Stay.“
He orders the command before he goes back to add the finishing touches, occasionally wandering of to the pantry or fridge again. Chu Wanning remains where he is, kneeling and waiting for Mo Ran to come back so he can lean his head against his thigh and enjoy the feeling of his husband‘s hand on his head.
The dinner table is big enough for 6, but Mo Ran had only ever had that many people over when he just bought the house, before he brought his Wanning here. His uncle and Aunt, Xue Meng, Shi Mei and even Chu Wanning himself were invited and all shared a homemade dinner and fine wine together; a nice first dinner to commemorate his purchase. Ever since then, Mo Ran didn’t really accept nor invite guests anymore.
He still has a good relationship with his uncle and aunt, and even Xue meng despite their frequent butting heads. Shi Mei, on the other hand, is dead.
Mo Ran broke his neck with his bare hands when Shi Mei not only found out about his little secret upstairs, but also threatened to expose him should he not want to „share“.
The corpse is probably long since gone; rotten flesh eaten by maggots and flies.
His search is officially closed; he has been declared a cold case.
Mo Ran plates the vegetables swimming in the delicious broth and the fish, then he takes a seat on the chair and calls out „Wanning, come here.“
His cute little wife, for today his pet, knows to follow and crawl to Mo Ran and up in his lap. He‘s been held close by Mo Ran, one hand on his hip and his other reaching for the chopsticks. Patiently, Mo Ran feeds him bit by bit, a vegetable here, a piece of salmon there, a spoonful of broth. When a little bit spills past his pet‘s lips, Mo Ran exchanges the spoon for a handkerchief and wipes his messy kitten‘s mouth.
He can clearly feel his pantleg being stained by something warm; Chu Wanning is obedient enough to stay still, but his pussy has been wet since Mo Ran arrived, and he can‘t control his bodily reactions- well, not after Mo Ran trained him so well to express them. Nevertheless, Mo Ran continues to slowly feed him until the plates are clean.
„You did you great, Wanning. You deserve your desert now. Open your mouth.“
His pet does and Mo Ran places a warm tangyuan onto his tongue. Even if Chu Wanning‘s face seems indifferent to others, another injustice he suffered for years, Mo Ran knows how to read it, and he sees the delight in those dark eyes upon tasting the sweet tangyuan. He chews and opens his mouth, which Mo Ran smiles at. Another tangyuan, then.
After three, Mo Ran sets the chopsticks down and lets Chu Wanning enjoy the taste of the last sweet dumpling. His thumb traces the skin of his hip, gentle and encouraging, and now that his other hand is free, he can reach between his pet‘s legs; he is still wet.
His Wanning sighs at the touch and the faintest whimper rumbles in his throat. He eyes Mo Ran with a glassy gaze, watching silently, pupils wide. Then he opens his mouth.
„Very good Wanning. My good little kitten, ate all his food, drank his water, and is ready for me.“ Mo Ran purrs in delight before he leans in to suck on his pet‘s mouth and indulges him a little by playing with his clit that‘s so hidden between his lips and the dark hair around it.
There is no way he will fuck Chu Wanning here; not tonight, after he himself feels so depraved of his beloved. This is another little appetizer, just enough to stoke the hunger for the main course.
When he pulls back, spit still connects their tongues by a thin, net like thread that thins out until it breaks.
„Mo Ran.“
„Shh, I know. You were so good to me today, Wanning. So obedient, submissive. Trained you so well, my kitten. I‘ll be good to you in return.“
Mo Ran stands up and places Chu Wanning back down onto his knees. He grabs the leash he left hooked on the wall earlier and attaches it back to the collar before he leads his Wanning back to the bedroom. As they walk through the living room, something shiny catches his eye; right there on the floor, visible only when the light hits the right way, is a little wet spot. Not bigger than a few droplets, and unnoticed until now. Mo Ran smirks and looks down and indeed: there is a dark, wet spot on his slacks where his wife‘s pussy was pressed against.
„Wanning, look what you did. Your pussy is drooling all the way down to the kitchen, that won‘t do.“
He tugs the leash and his Wanning follows on his knees. Mo Ran watches him as he leans down and licks the spot clean of his own slick.
When Mo Ran tugs him along to the next few droplets, he licks those up too all the way up the stairs to the bedroom.
Once inside, Mo Ran can’t help himself; he picks his beloved pet up and starts to kiss him like he needs to devour him. It‘s all tongue and teeth, barely anything else but sheer hunger. There is no reason to hold back anymore; his beloved is fed and aching for it, beautiful in a hypnotic way that makes Mo Ran torn between wanting to observe him more and tease instead of actually guiding them through their pleasure.
„My Wanning, my little kitten. You waited for so long. You want it now, don’t you?“ Mo Ran traces the shell of Chu Wanning‘s ear with his lips gently, enjoying the way his lithe body shivers at it. His ears have always been so sensitive, especially that little mole hidden behind the shell and the lobe where a red earring now shimmers in the low light. When Mo Ran catches the soft skin between his teeth, his Wanning moans and arches his spine so beautifully, so eagerly, like he wants to melt more into Mo Ran.
„Let‘s take this off, baobei. You don’t need it right now.“
He unhooks the leash from the collar and throws it somewhere behind himself. The metal hits the wooden floor with a harsh thunk, but neither Mo Ran nor Chu Wanning pay attention to it, not when there is much sweeter things to focus on.
One of those things being eachothers lips and the sensation of skin brushing against skin with every little movement, until the clothes Mo Ran still wears are too big of a hinderance to him fully feeling his Wanning.
„I‘ve been waiting all day, Wanning. Even in the fucking car I was watching you, and I was so hard I almost lost my mind“
Mo Ran pants between his kisses and his kitten answers in kind with little moans and sighs.
Much like the leash,the collar, Mo Ran‘s shirt, slacks and underwear land forgotten on the floor.
„Spread your legs, Wanning. Show me where you need me.“
Hesitancy has long since been something Chu Wanning abandoned, alongside the shame that had ruled his life for so long. Now he eagerly follows Mo Ran‘s raspy voice and spreads his thighs wide, showing him his glistening thighs.
„So beautiful, so good for me. My little pet, my sweet slut.“
Mo Ran leans down to kiss that delicate neck, his lips pressing against the steady thrum of his pulse. He lingers, feels Chu Wanning tilt his head to the side as an offering, and rewards him with a wolfish smile before he bites down, tearing into the unblemished skin.
„Mo Ra-ah-n!“
His scream is like music to Mo Ran‘s ears, a melody of torture that he wants to replay again and again and again, until the last note dies.
„My Wanning, my wife, my pet. Sing louder for me.“
He unlatches his bite and eyes his handiwork: the skin has immediately turned red and will soon tinge purple. The indents of his molars are deep, and for a flicker of a second, Mo Ran doesn’t simply admire it, but wonders how much deeper he can bite; how much pain can he inflict before Wanning starts to fight back again? Those are the darkest whispers of his mind, the devil‘s whisper that sounds exactly like him.
Own him. Posess him. Break him.
But as soon as the voice pipes up, Mo Ran crushes it. The thought of his Wanning being lifeless, of his eyes being dull and unresponsive not due to pleasure but with death, grips Mo Ran‘s heart with an icy claw that tears into the fluttering muscle. No, it cannot happen. His Wanning‘s body could never be anything but warm and pliant, his heartbeat strong and frantic.
Like now.
Mo Ran licks over the bite mark before he moves lower, kissing Chu Wanning‘s collarbones, then heart, taking a moment to lean his cheek against the rib chage housing it.
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
Fast, but strong. Unrelenting, healthy. It beats rhythmically, again and again, assuring Mo Ran of it‘s presence he hadn’t always believed in.
„I‘m here.“
Slim fingers suddenly find themselves between his dark hair, gently scratching his scalp with the properly manicured nails. Mo Ran melts into the touch further, closing his eyes and listening to the heartbeat. Perhaps this is one of those other melodies his Wanning makes that Mo Ran prefers over his screams. A tune that seems so perfectly in harmony to his own heartbeat.
Mo Ran lets himself exhale with a deep sigh before he takes his next deep breath. The intoxicating scent of haitang sinks into him and fills his lungs, expands in a way that a gentle fog would; he feels surrounded by it, filled with it, until nothing else but he and Chu Wanning remain amidst of it. The warmth of his body beneath Mo Ran‘s own is grounding in a way that is indescribable to him; he‘s never been good with words and prefers actions to relay his feelings, but this, Mo Ran thinks, is what people mean when they say that a home can be a person too.
He lets his lips brush against the skin of Chu Wanning‘s chest, a touch that is barely more than a faint breeze, but he knows his gaze will hold anything but gentleness.
His Wanning eyes him cautiously, like a lamb that‘s afraid any little twitch will cause the wolf to chase and tear into it, but there is more swimming alongside the chestnut colored irises; a fire that wants to be stoked until it consumes everything.
There is nothing that Mo Ran wants to be more than the oxygen that sets Chu Wanning ablaze. His lips twitch upwards into a grin and he makes his way further down this time; past that toned stomach that hasn’t known hunger for years until he reaches the dark patch of hair.
„I should shave you later. It‘s been a while since I‘ve seen your pussy completely.“
Mo Ran smiles through every word while his Wanning spreads his legs more, giving him more space to settle his broad shoulders in. In the end Mo Ran grabs his thighs and pulls them closer until his pet‘s feet come to rest against his lower back. Like this, his face is close enough to Chu Wanning‘s pussy that he can nuzzle his chin into it, enjoying the fuzzy feeling of hair tickling his skin.
„What do you say, Wanning? We haven’t played with Xia Sini in weeks.“
Without fail, whenever Mo Ran would shave Chu Wanning, he would turn into his cute little didi, Xia Sini. He would be much more vocal and whiny in his needy pleas to get Mo Ran‘s attention and it usually requires him to stay at home all day. God, Mo Ran is really lucky Chu Wanning is older than him. He knows for a fact that he would have comitted felonies had he been faced with a little, doe-eyed Chu Wanning.
Chu Wanning turns fiercly red but nevertheless nods briefly. His chest raises and falls quickly with his shallow breaths, betraying that he too is eager for it. He wants his gege soon, not his husband or owner, and Mo Ran can certainly arrange it.
„Good, Wanning.“
For now, he uses his broad tongue to part Chu Wanning‘s chubby pussy lips and search for his little clit. They have both been waiting for it, so he doesn’t stretch their patience anymore; the tip of his tongue finds the little, hidden pearl soon enough and starts to toy with it, pressing against it before rolling around it, lavishing his entire pussy with his spit and Chu Wanning‘s own slick. Above him, his Wanning moans in response and arches his back while his thighs tense with the pleasure of it. Mo Ran‘s grip on his thighs turns almost crushing as he continues to bury his tongue between his folds, enjoying not just his Wanning‘s taste but also the ticklish feeling of his pubic hair against his face and tongue.
„Fuck, my cute pet, my sweet wife. Look at you, you‘re so pink here.“
Mo Ran watches in awe as his fingers part his Wanning‘s pussy to reveal the glistening, pink flesh beneath. His little clit is twitching and so eager to be bullied more, and Mo Ran has half a mind to start sucking on it, but ultimately decides against it when he catches sight of his pussy hole winking at him.
Mo Ran cleaned him early in the morning before he left for work, so there is no cum staining or oozing out of it anymore, but even so, it‘s gaping a little and drooling slick. It‘s so cute and desperate, eagerly swallowing up Mo Ran‘s thumb when he rests it against it. His Wanning is so warm inside, tight beyond reason too considering how Mo Ran fucks him daily.
„My pet wants to be bred so badly, look at you. Your whore-hole is begging for it, has been all day, yeah?“
The only reply he gets is a impatient twitch of his Wanning‘s hips; his pet doesn’t really speak but is no less expressive. Mo Ran knows when his whines and eyes are a clear cry for his cock, and currently his body is aching for it.
„We didn’t even use your tail today, my kitten.“
Mo Ran doesn‘t use it on Wanning everytime. The main reason as to why he didn’t use it today is that his ass usually gapes much like his pussy if he leaves the tail in for a while. It is quite nice when Mo Ran just wants to slide right in with no further preparation, but his Wanning is so fussy about anal. He likes the tail, but prefers Mo Ran‘s cock buried in his pussy.
Which means that tomorrow, Xia Sini will have to endure his tight asshole being streched on Mo Ran‘s fist.
For now, Mo Ran sits back up on his hunches and pulls his Wanning‘s hips onto his thighs. He is a panting and flushed mess from head to curling toes. Not that Mo Ran feels any better; his cock is so hard it is painful. The head is flushed and sticky with the first globs of cum. When Mo Ran reaches down to cup his heavy balls, he chuckles at Chu Wanning‘s sharp, following gaze.
„You want what‘s here? Wanna be bred like a good bitch and get knocked up with a litter from a stray?“
Sometimes Mo Ran does wonder how their bodies are keeping up with their lust. How are his balls perpetually full with cum when he empties them multiple times every day? But then he looks down at his Wanning and thinks he truly would have to be dead before his body stops responding to him.
„Mo Ran!“
Chu Wanning wails so beautifully when his cock breaches his pussy. His walls easily part and invite more and Mo Ran gives it gladly. He fucks his fat cock in more and more, his hips pulling back, taking his cock with him, only to roll forward and stuff a little more of it inside that greedy pussy. His Wanning whines with every other inch of Mo Ran‘s cock burying itself deeper into his cunt until it‘s all the way inside.
„M-Mo Ran! Ah~“
„So good, my good bitch.“
Pressed close to his Wanning like this, Mo Ran feels a ecstasy that goes beyond a simple, carnal satisfaction. It feels like he can barely control himself and his limbs because every fibre of his body brims with a fire that his Wanning has set alight. He wants to crush him into his own body and mesh them together until their hearts can beat as one; maybe then Mo Ran would finally feel settled and satisfied. Once Chu Wanning is kept safe within his ribcage, never to be torn away, never to leave, maybe then Mo Ran could extinguish that raging fire consuming him. But for now, this is the closest he can be to his Wanning, with his cock nestled deep into him to the point where he feels a further resistance against his cockhead.
Mo Ran‘s body is hunched over his Wanning‘s like a wolf feasting upon a sheep. By no means is Chu Wanning a small man. He is quite tall and slender, but next to, or rather under, Mo Ran‘s bulk, he seems rather delicate. His face is flushed red, his eyes glassy with lust, and perhaps intitial discomfort due to Mo Ran‘s size, but it is evident that he too wants nothing more than to press Mo Ran closer. His thighs wrap around Mo Ran‘s waist, where his feet cross over one another.
„My Wanning, my Wanning.“ Mo Ran groans his name over and over again while he lavishes Chu Wanning‘s neck with bites that bruise red and kisses that bruise purple. His cock pulsates and aches with a painful need that urges Mo Ran to roll his hips again, ripping the most delightful mewls out of his Wanning. It makes his spine tingle with a perverse sense of accomplishment; he is making his Wanning feel like this. Nobody else ever has and nobody else ever will. Chu Wanning is his to fuck and feed and wash and kiss. There is only Mo Ran that is known to his body, only Mo Ran that is so eagerly welcomed and accepted.
Mo Ran stops his assault on his Wanning‘s throat and instead cups his cheek to kiss him, while his other hand grips Chu Wanning’s wrist thight enough to make his joints ache and pins it above his head. His fingers bully their way between his Wanning‘s until their palms are as flushed to one another as their chests. Their tongues are wet and hot as they dance with eachother, at least for as long as Mo Ran allows it before the need to dominate makes him fuck Chu Wanning‘s mouth and kiss him until those slender, pale fingers bury themselves into his black hair and pull.
His Wanning barely has enough strength to tilt Mo Ran‘s head back despite how much force he uses to grip his hair, and yet, Mo Ran bares his throat with a groan that reverberates in his chest.
„Stop wasting time!“
„Ah, seems like my pet has turned back into my wife. The kiss of true love seems to be true.“
Chu Wanning doesn’t seem to be as amused as Mo Ran is, considering his bullied face and little pout.
„Or maybe it‘s my magic cock, what do you think?“
It earns him a sharp tug of his hair which tilts his head ever so slightly, but broadens his wicked smile by miles. Mo Ran retaliates by actually fucking into his Wanning with a sharp thrust that makes his body move up and spine arch. His thighs tense with the need to keep Mo Ran close despite how his thrusts stop being teasing and turn into the animalistic fucking that make Chu Wanning‘s eyes roll back and toes curl. Mo Ran feels how much his Wanning clamps down on his cock with his pulsing walls. It spurns him on to fuck him faster, harder; until all that echoes through the room is the wet slapping noise and whimpers that Mo Ran earns himself.
„Wanning. Wanning. Fuck, you‘re so good. My Wanning, my wife, I love you. I love you, I love you.“
Chu Wanning feels so good, he feels so good, every thrust into him makes Mo Ran‘s entire body light up with tingles. He wants to fuck him harder and harder, until he is pounding him with a rhythm that has his Wanning keening as his pussy is battered. Mo Ran doesnt even know what he is hearing in the filthy orchestra that their fucking results in; the groaning bed beneath him, Chu Wanning‘s moans that get louder and pitch higher the more Mo Ran fucks him, his own breathless moans layering and mixing with them, and the filthy, wet slap of their skin as his cock bullies itself all the way up his his Wanning‘s cervix.
He loves Chu Wanning. Mo Ran loves and desires him to the point where he is afraid it will destroy them both eventually. The intensity of it seems uncontrollable even to him, even as he fucks his Wanning into the mattress and cums into him with a loud groan that Chu Wanning matches with a whiny one and clenching walls that seem to lock Mo Ran‘s cock in. His pussy is so hot and tight as it clenches around him, prolonging both of their orgasms with every delicious twitch.
Mo Ran‘s lungs ache with the need for air and he feels how sticky his back is from the sweat that clings to his heated skin. Even so, he has to kiss his Wanning again and again, their tongues slippery as every overstimulated little whimper gets swallowed by Mo Ran‘s greediness.
„I love you. I love you, fuck.“
His cock is still buried deep within his Wanning‘s hot pussy, and despite having cum, it remains not entirely soft. He could go again in a few minutes, and Mo Ran does roll his hips a bit just to bully a few more whines out of Chu Wanning, but he still has to bathe him and take proper care of him.
So Mo Ran pulls his cock out slowly, watching with rapt attention as his Wanning‘s split open pussy refuses to let him leave easily, his walls catching onto the fat cockheat with an eager tremble that makes Mo Ran‘s legs tingle. Eventually, he does slip free, and Chu Wanning‘s pussy is left gaping wide as little globs of cum trickle out of him and make their way down to his other little hole.
Mo Ran can‘t help the chuckle that leaves his mouth, nor can he restrain himself from using his pointer and middlefinger to stuff the pearly white cum back into his drooling pussy. Chu Wanning‘s legs twitch with a urge to kick him, sensitive as he still is, but in the end his foot comes to rest against Mo Ran‘s broad chest.
„Bath.“ He orders, even as Mo Ran continues to toy with his pussy.
He does eventually take his fingers out only to coat his pinky with Chu Wanning‘s slick and his own thick cum. The smile upon his lips is foreboding, and Chu Wanning knows nothing good will come of it. When Mo Ran‘s pinky slowly traces the rim of his asshole and sinks in, he clicks his tongue in reprimand, but doesn’t try to stop Mo Ran.
„I‘ve been neglecting this little hole for a while. It‘ll forget me if I don’t pay it enough attention, isn’t that right, Wanning?“
„Shut up.“
„So feisty now.“
But truly, feisty isn’t the right word. His Wanning is looking up at him with teary eyes and lips as plump and red as a freshly picked cherry. His hair is sprawled over the pillow and a few lonely strands stick to his chest, which is shimmering with a slight sheen of sweat that looks so enticing to lick.
„Kiss.“
Chu Wanning‘s voice is a little hoarse, which is no suprise. For a man so stoic and reserved, he can be quite vocal when treated right, and that is a art form which Mo Ran has perfected. He pulls his pinky out of his Wanning and instead cups his face with both palms. Like this, Mo Ran could stare at him all day and marvel at every slope of his bones, every inch of his flushed skin and the flutter of his delicate eyelashes.
„My Wanning.“ He places a kiss to Chu Wanning‘s forehead.
„My sweetheart.“ A kiss to his nose.
„My beloved, my wife.“ Kisses to his left and right cheek.
„I love you.“ Finally, a lingering kiss to his lips. Both have calmed down, their breaths slowly evening out and heartbeats finding a relaxed rhythm that eases the rush of blood within their skin. The kiss mirrors it: there is no brutish and feral need to devour and claim anymore, but instead, it‘s something sweet and lingering that feels like the softest cloud. Their senses return to them fully bit by bit; Mo Ran is conscious of Chu Wanning‘s warm body beneath him and the smoothness of his skin. He can smell the scent of sex and sweat that has filled out the room, a mix of his own and Chu Wanning‘s.
„I love you too.“
Chu Wanning whispers it between the indulgence of their slow kissing, and it strikes Mo Ran again how soft he looks like this. How happy.
Yeah, he made the right desicion years ago.
„Come on, let me run you a bath.“
His Wanning nods but still presses more kisses to Mo Ran‘s lips until he has to break away, lest he breaks his own discipline and fucks Chu Wanning until he has to leave for work tomorrow.
Mo Ran leaves him on the bed and struts into the bathroom to turn the tap on and let the bathrub fill with warm water. Just for good measure he adds a few drops of a bathing oil, lavender scented, which he knows will help Wanning relax more. His own muscles feel a bit tense but thankfully the tub is big enough for the both of them. Once the water is halfway up, he returns to the bedroom to fetch his Wanning. He is still sprawling on the bed, those long and nible limbs entangled with the bedsheets like a renaissance painting.
It makes Mo Ran smile as he scoops him up into his arms. His kitten is so obediently pliant as he carries him to the bathroom with just a few steps. By now, the tub is slowly filled nearly enough, and steam has fogged over the mirrors.
Slowly, Mo Ran places Chu Wanning into the tub, submerging his body in warm water all the way up to his shoulders. He turns the tap off next and reaches for a scented body wash that he had to look for when he first took his Wanning home. When he was first within his care, Chu Wanning was quite unwilling, and when Mo Ran washed him, he did it with his own products that caused him to smell much like Mo Ran himself. It was so wrong that it drove Mo Ran absolutely crazy. He likes it when Chu Wanning smells like him, but his own scent is so intoxicating that Mo Ran mourned it‘s loss and had to break into his old apartment and see what damned products he was using, as Chu Wanning himself acted like a mute back then and wouldn’t say.
Now, Chu Wanning is very willing. His head rests against the tubs build it cushion and his eyes are closed even as Mo Ran‘s rough hands begin to hold up one limb after another and lather it in soap. From his toes to his fingertips, every part of his body is limp and obedient within Mo Ran‘s grasp. He makes sure to massage Chu Wanning‘s upper arm, then all the way down to his hand, where he presses his thumbs into Chu Wanning‘s palm with slow circles. His fingers, much thicker than Chu Wanning‘s own, make sure to slot between his own, applying heavenly pressure than makes Chu Wanning sigh in relief. Eventually Mo Ran works his way lower and lower until he lifts Chu Wanning‘s left leg out of the water to repeat the same process of applying soap and massaging his thighs and calf with firm pressure. He cups a little of the water and lets it run over the pale skin until the soap is slowly fading away, leaving not a single small bubble behind.
„Wanning.“
Mo Ran leans down to kiss Chu Wanning‘s ankle, then presses more kisses on top of his foot until those sharp eyes open and gaze at him, however heavy lidded it may be.
„What?“
„Our anniversary is soon.“
„So?“
Mo Ran smiles and bites Chu Wanning‘s leg slightly, just because he is a menace that cannot resist his lesser urges most of the time.
„Does my Wanning not want something? A present?“
„Mh….“
He seems to contemplate and Mo Ran lets him while he continues his task to wash him clean with a meticulous devotion. His feet get special attention and Mo Ran really takes his time to massage them, every little toe and the sensitive underside that is slightly ticklish, get lavished in attention. Once he is satisfied enough, Mo Ran lets his feet submerge beneath the warm water surface again and rises to his full height to reach for the hair shampoo he uses only for Chu Wanning.
Mo Ran, still naked, catches the sharp gaze that devours him and takes in each and every muscle that ripples beneath his skin. To say that it is good for his ego is a utter understatement. His Wanning is so conservative with his praises and own urges, but he has them, and Mo Ran took a lot of time in taking all that shame which was beaten into him and reduce it to ash. He wants Chu Wanning to desire him. He loves the way his eyes dart around like they can’t bear to miss a single inch of his body and yet can‘t quite catch all of it at once. So Mo Ran helps him to take everything in properly and turns slightly to face him fully, putting his whole body up to let Chu Wanning‘s eyes feast.
His gaze briefly shoots up to his face, but what can he do? All Mo Ran does is smile his infuriating little grin and move his hands behind his back, so Chu Wanning can have an unobstructed view of his front.
„Shameless.“
And yet, Chu Wanning‘s eyes trail down past those broad shoulders and unfairly full chest, further to the toned stomach rippling with muscles Mo Ran works hard on, and eventually they follow the faint trail of hair down between his legs, where his cock stands still somewhat hard.
„Want me to turn around, or do you like this view?“
Mo Ran knows his ass is great too.
Water sloshes around and hits the tiles when Chu Wanning moves to the side of the tub, right on front of Mo Ran. He is looking up at him briefly, but eventually that gaze settles down again before his eyes close completely and he opens his mouth to kiss Mo Ran‘s cockhead.
„Fuck, Wanning….“
For as much as Chu Wanning was fussy about anything anal, he is a oral slut. Mo Ran knows Chu Wanning loves to warm his cock with his mouth and throat and has come untouched just from doing so. Usually that happens when Mo Ran takes him to work and makes him kneel beneath the desk and between his legs for a couple of hours. Nobody is ever the wiser that the long missing professor Chu is kneeling beneath that desk and having his throat streched around the full girth and lenght of Mo Ran‘s cock.
Now, Chu Wanning is lapping at his cock like the little kitten he sometimes acts as. His hands refuse to add any touches and remain clasped around the edge of the tub while his tongue presses against the slit of his cock and coaxes out precome that he immediately licks up. The head is so sensitive that Mo Ran feels it in his entire body, down to his curling toes, but his Wanning is unhurried. He wraps his lips around the head and lets his tongue run over the heated skin like it’s his favorite lollipop.
Mo Ran glances down at him and watches as Chu Wanning sucks his cock, slowly taking more and more down his throat until Mo Ran has to move forward, letting the edge of the tub dig into his thighs.
Look at his Wanning now sucking his cock, knowing how to take it all the way down his throat and swallow, the hot and warm flesh of his contracting around the full lenght of Mo Ran‘s fat cock. It‘s approximately 10 seconds before Mo Ran can‘t help himself anymore and his hands come forward and burry themselves into the black strands of Chu Wanning‘s hair. He doesn’t force Chu Wanning though. He merely keeps his hair trapped beneath his fists as he allows Chu Wanning to suck him off however he likes. It‘s not like it takes long for Mo Ran to come; one of his hands releases it‘s firm grip on his hair and instead moves towards his balls to cup them and apply some pressure that has him groaning and thrusting into Chu Wanning‘s hot mouth with irratic thrusts of his hips. That stops quickly though, as Chu Wanning fully envelops Mo Ran down to the base, where the coarse, black curls tickle the tip of his nose.
„Fuck! Wanning, my Wanning….“
Mo Ran comes with a loud groan down Chu Wanning‘s throat. The first few spurts of his cum land deep within Chu Wanning‘s throat, but he is harshly yanked back by Mo Ran‘s strong grip until he feels more warm cum paints his face and mouth pearly white. Chu Wanning knows to keep his mouth open, hoping that more drops will land on his outstretched tongue, but Mo Ran seems keen on avoiding it altogether and instead giving him a facial.
„You‘ve made a mess again.“ Chu Wanning chastises, but it‘s entirely ineffective with how he laps at the cum staining his lips.
Mo Ran is still catching his breath with rushed inhales of breath, but with how heated the air in the bathroom is due to the steam, his lungs barely keep up.
„Come here, Mo Ran.“
Mo Ran follows immediately, stepping into the tub himself and leaning breathlessly against the other edge of it. With him, Chu Wanning follows until he is seated in his lap and close enough to press kisses to his cheek and neck. Mo Ran let‘s him until he has calmed down enough where he doesn’t feel like he is about to faint. Chu Wanning‘s lips are still pampering him with little kisses until a hand wraps around his neck and guides him up, guiding him to Mo Ran‘s lips to kiss him there too, and he does.
Slowly, Chu Wanning retreats slightly, but he is still close enough that Mo Ran can easily lick his cheek and the cum still stuck to his skin.
„Don’t do that.“
„But you make it so tasty.“
With his nose wrinkled up like he just smelled something rather bad, his Wanning looks entirely too adorable. These are the things he is always so peculiar about: he has no problem with sucking Mo Ran‘s cock and swallowing his cum, but Mo Ran licking it from his cheek is somehow the peak of vile behavior.
„Fine. Let me wash you properly.“
Mo Ran cups the water surrounding them to slowly wash his Wanning‘s face clean. He lets his thumbs brush across his cheeks and forehead, gently using the warm water until nothing sticks to his face anymore.
„There is my Wanning.“
Another kiss to his lips, then his forehead, where Mo Ran lingers and closes his eyes to enjoy the feeling. His hand is still wrapped around his neck, a comfortable weight resting there. It‘s a precious moment, one that is thankfully not a rarity anymore, and yet, both of them enjoy it for as long as possible, before Mo Ran notices the water loosing it‘s warmth and slowly turns Chu Wanning in his lap, making him face the other side.
„Let me wash your hair.“
He leans over the tub‘s edge briefly, seeing the shampoo bottle he dropped earlier when Chu Wanning sucked his brain thrugh his cock still laying pitifully on the wet tiles. It‘s thankfully not fully out of reach, at least not for Mo Ran‘s long arm, and once his fingers touch it and he rolls it a bit forward, he can properly grab it and settle back into the tub, with his Wanning in his lap and half of his hair already wet. The top of his head remains dry, untouched yet by the water, so Mo Ran puts the shampoo onto the edge and takes the shower head to wet all of Chu Wanning‘s hair. Most of his hair floats in the water like spilled ink, the strands silky and soft even as they curl and swirl in untraceable patterns.
Mo Ran is so gentle when he starts to lather every strand of hair with soap. He works his way up slowly until his fingers can gently bury themselves between the roots of his hair and massage Chu Wanning‘s scalp with a slight pressure in his fingers and the soft scrape of his short nails. In front of him, Mo Ran can see how Chu Wanning‘s shoulders drop and his muscles relax with every moment that Mo Ran‘s fingers work their magic until the shampoo turns into fluffy foam. The scent is faint, but one Mo Ran knows to associate with Chu Wanning; it‘s not entirely sweet, but more reminiscent of wooden and earthy scents, something that Mo Ran appreciates a lot as he is quite sensitive towards scents and many give him headaches.
Not this one though, never this one. It does usually cause other reactions though, but with how spent Mo Ran is for now, his cock stays flaccid. Not that it takes much of the size away, but hey, now he has other things to focus on, mainly to wash Chu Wanning‘s hair and rinse the shampoo out. It leaves his hair silky and darker than it usually is; truly the finest black ink instead of the dark brown with it‘s golden shimmer when the sun hits it just right.
Mo Ran takes a little strand and takes it to his lips just as Chu Wanning leans back and rests against him, now that his hair is clean.
„ I want you to stay.“
„Hm? When?“
„On our anniversary. That is my gift. Stay here.“
Mo Ran swipes Chu Wanning‘s hair over his shoulder, exposing his nape to him. He kisses it once, twice, while he contemplates.
„I was thinking of going to the mountains.“
„It‘s cold.“
Mo Ran chuckles. His Wanning, always so scared to have his toes and nose cold.
„It won‘t be. The renovations should be done now. It‘ll be warm, and have a nice view.“
The cottage that Mo Ra purchased and had renovated months ago is nestled into the already snowy mountains nearby. It would take them about an hour and a half to ride up all the way, but what awaits them is a cozy, mostly wooden and extravagantly furnished cottage cut off from most of the world. It would allow them to take walks and hikes without the fear of anyone catching them and recognizing not just Mo Ran as one of the rather more public members of his uncle‘s board of directiors at his company, but also realizing that the long missing, prized professor Chu Wanning was with him.
„Let me take you there, Wanning. It‘s nice and isolated, promise.“
Chu Wanning leans up and turns his head slightly to gaze at Mo Ran. It can be hard to tell what he is thinking or feeling, but Mo Ran knows by now. He knows that the slightly pressed together lips mean hesitation and uncertainty.
„Don’t you want to leave a bit? We can hike, you can read, or we can fuck all day. Whichever my Wanning wants.“
„Are you certain nobody will stumble upon it? See the smoke from the chimney, see the lights from far away and take a look?“
„Wanning, there is neither a village nearby nor a hiking trail. There is a shoddy road we have to take to get up there, and most cars wouldn’t even dare. Who will be there to see? It‘ll be fine.“
He watches Chu Wanning roll the idea around in his head. It‘s fascinating to watch, because while by default Chu Wanning is pretty expressionless, when one knows where to look, it‘s easy to follow his thoughts. The apprehension, the mulling over, the softening gaze that slowly flickers up to look into his eyes, the subtle nod.
„Okay. Take me there.“
„I wonder who‘ll accompany me, hm? Will it be just my wife, or my kitten too? Xia Sini? My Chu-Fei?“
„Just…me.“
All of them are Chu Wanning, and both of them are aware of that fact. Their little plays don’t take that away, and yet, Mo Ran feels like Chu Wanning means something else.
His hand finds Chu Wanning‘s own, their fingers intertwine. They look at one another with a heaviness that neither really wants to acknowledge, but has to.
Because the fact of the matter is that Chu Wanning was stolen and ripped from his life to be here, simply because Mo Ran wanted him. That is the core of their relationship, the bones that this rotten flesh is growing on and can’t be covered up, no matter how tender they hold eachother now. The stench of it permeates.
But Mo Ran knows that Chu Wanning will not run. He has come to enjoy the collar Mo Ran has put on him.
„You are perfect.“ Mo Ran settles on when the silence between them stretches for a little too long.
The water has long since grown cold.
Mo Ran takes Chu Wanning out of the bathtub and dries him off before carrying him back to the bed. He rummages through the closet until he finds the fine cotton panties and soft pajamas Chu Wanning really likes. The top is white and long sleeved with a big, white cat printed in the front, whereas the fluffy, checkered bottom part is long enough to reach Chu Wanning‘s ankles. Once his Wanning is properly dressed , Mo Ran slips into boxers and leaves it at that. He runs hotter and prefers to sleep with as little as possible, the layers always irritating him in his sleep.
„Don’t lie down yet.“ He orders with a soft voice, and Chu Wanning sits back up. Mo Ran walks back into the bathroom to grab the blowdryer and unplug the bathtub. There is plenty of water on the tiles, but he will clean it up tomorrow morning. Now he has to make sure Chu Wanning‘s hair is dryed properly before he falls asleep and catches a fever.
On his way back to the bed, Mo Ran also grabs a hair treatment and brush. Chu Wanning‘s hair is so delicate, and so beautiful, that Mo Ran takes great care of it. The treatment helps against the blowdryer‘s heat and prevents any tugging from the brush as Mo Ran untangles the wet hair.
The silence between them is filled mostly by the humming of the machine.
„You didn’t-„
„What did you say?“ Mo Ran asks once Chu Wanning‘s long hair is completely dry and the humming of the blowdryer stops.
„You didn’t wash yourself properly.“
„I‘ll take a shower in the morning. My meeting tomorrow is late.“
„Mn.“
They settle into their bed just moments later, with Chu Wanning wrapped into Mo Ran‘s arms and his face tucked into his chest. With gentle fingers, Mo Ran brushes through his hair absentmindedly, a motion that is so repetitive yet pleasant that it feels almost meditative.
„Mo Ran?“
„Hm?“
„I won‘t leave.“
It‘s a simple sentence, and yet it stabs right through his chest. Mo Ran knows, he does, but still… the skeletons on his closet occasionally make him worry. Even if the skeleton is still very much alive and willing, Mo Ran does worry.
„I know. I know, Wanning.“
„They won‘t understand. If someone sees-„
„Nobody will see. We will leave at night, and I‘ll tell Xue Meng and Uncle that I‘m on some business trip.“
„Mo Ran, you have to take it seriously. If someone sees us, sees me, you will be… they will apprehend you.“
Mo Ran wraps his arms tighter around Chu Wanning‘s slender body. He knows all of this, he fucking knows! He knows he cannot be honest with his family and has had to distance himself more and more. He knows that if they knew of his betrayal, of what he has done, they wouldn’t understand, even if Chu Wanning is willing now. But he hadn’t been 5 years ago, and how could that be explained? Both of them aware that nobody would understand them or their relationship or how shackled they were by themselves and society until Mo Ran simply acted upon his worst urges. If it hadn’t been for that, Chu Wanning would have never allowed himself to acknowledge his feelings for him, nevermind acting on them. A student and his professor, that was already bad enough, but that student also happend to be his best friend‘s nephew.
Chu Wanning simply endured. The love he had for Mo Ran for so long was deeply buried, until that dog dug into the soil and dug the thruth out himself. Likewise, those greedy paws excavated so many things: Chu Wanning‘s insecurities, the trauma he suffered as a child at the hands of his father and the deep rooted shame he felt for simply being human. Urges or sexual desire were filthy to him, disgusting and best untouched, while to Mo Ran, they were his guiding goals in life. His lesser needs were his most important ones: he wanted to be fed, clothed, warm and dry, housed. And perhaps, if Mo Ran had just a little bit of a better childhood, if he hadn’t come into contact with sex so early, he would have known how to deal with desire or turned out less fucked up.
But neither he nor Chu Wanning were spared from the harshness of life. Chu Wanning, repressed and beaten to obey within cold temple walls, and Mo Ran, hypersexual and forced to grow up too soon when his mother died in the filthy brothel they were forced to live in, because it was at least somewhat better than the streets or a homeless shelter.
Both had thought that they were alone in this world, and while they dealt with in it different ways, once they met, it was clear to Mo Ran that everything fell into place. But Chu Wanning was so stubborn and refused to let himself enjoy this, enjoy them, due to his moral compass, so Mo Ran had to take the choice away from him.
He would do it again, and Chu Wanning would let him.
„We‘ll be careful, Wanning. Don’t worry so much. It‘ll be a nice weekend, and nobody will know. And even if someone stumbles upon us…“
Mo Ran wouldn‘t hesitate. He didn’t do so with Shi Mei, and he wouldn’t do it with anyone else either.
He tilts his Wanning‘s face up and kisses his lips like it will disperse any of the worrying thoughts that plague him. Perhaps it works, perhaps Chu Wanning is simply sleepy, but he doesn’t argue any further.
They fall asleep with their bodies pressed close and their warmth shared. It is just them within their dark bedroom, as always, and Mo Ran will do anything to keep it that way.
Chu Wanning belongs to him and Mo Ran had done many things to put that collar on him. But as he holds the leash, he doesn’t realize that as long as Chu Wanning keeps the collar on, Mo Ran cannot let go, and is himself tied to him.
Is it Chu Wanning who is keeping Mo Ran tied to him by keeping the collar on, or is it Mo Ran who holds the leash and restrains him?
Maybe they are both victims, or maybe they are both eachother‘s worst impulses.
Their love and obsession is guided by their desire to posses and be possessed; so in the end, nobody will ever understand them or support them.
For Mo Ran, there is only Chu Wanning. His every desire, his urges, his wants; Mo Ran follows them each because that is just how he is, and inevitably, they lead to Chu Wanning. Where Chu Wanning goes, Mo Ran follows.
For Chu Wanning, there is only Mo Ran. His entire world, his every accepted desire and all his needs; They revolve around Mo Ran and he will take all that Mo Ran has to give him. His passion, his wildest desire, his pain. Chu Wanning will never stray and give Mo Ran the security he needs.
Everything they are, everything they do, is for eachother.