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When Mo Ran comes back home after his first day of work as a married man, he finds Chu Wanning on the sofa, with his laptop propped up on his thighs, and Plum lying on his belly.
“She’s doing it again,” he laughs, letting his keys fall onto the sideboard, and looking at Chu Wanning from across the hallway.
He thinks Chu Wanning must be rolling his eyes, but he’s kind of too far away to tell. He gets out of his shoes.
“Of course she is. Who knows what this cat’s obsession with me suddenly is,” Chu Wanning grunts. Mo Ran finally gets to walk over to him then, and sees very quickly that Chu Wanning is wearing his new pair of ugly fucking glasses that Mo Ran will once more have to make his life mission to destroy, which means he was probably working.
Makes sense.
“You’ve seen your family off?” Mo Ran asks, and Chu Wanning gives him a small nod. He retracts one of his hands from his laptop, and instead starts stroking Plum’s head, almost absentmindedly.
“Hm. I’ve brought them to the airport three hours before their flight. They wanted to go shopping at duty free. You know what my cousin’s like.”
Given that Chu Wanning’s cousins and their friends-slash-roommates-slash-somewhat-life-partners are stinking rich, Mo Ran knows. Given that one of them owns half the Gucci Bananya collab collection, he is more than aware.
(To this day, Mo Ran questions why, out of all anime to do a Gucci collab, it’d be Bananya, but oh well.)
His other cousin is a lot more down-to-earth to be fair, but Mo Ran does like both of them in relatively equal measures.
“Did you tell them sorry that I couldn’t come with you guys?”
“It’s fine,” Chu Wanning says, waving him off. His eyes are still glued to the screen. “They get you have work. Really, it’s quite unfortunate our wedding ended up falling into a larger job for you, anyway. It’s good you still got the week off. Your boss is…”
“Something like an angel, I guess,” Mo Ran finishes for him with a laugh. “Hm, it was lucky. Oh well, I guess we’re probably flying over to theirs again next year.”
At the mention of flying, Chu Wanning instantly freezes up just a little.
Because, well.
Somewhat soon after the adoption had gone through, Chu Wanning had worked up the courage to call his relative. They’d clicked almost immediately. One of Chu Wanning’s cousins is basically a carbon copy of him in both looks and personality, except she’s just started to transition, so that might change a little bit. But there were never going to be any negative emotions there. That cousin’s little brother is also just way too loveable for them not to have grown attached to. They also found out that Chu Wanning has another cousin who lives only an hour from them, in the middle of nowhere, but not that far at all, who has a husband and a daughter, around Kora’s age. They visited them first, because it was only an hour long drive instead of a whole day of travel by plane and bus and whatnot. They were really nice, too. Kora and their daughter are pretty good friends, and they do see them regularly.
…Now, the half-brother of one of them, though. Mo Ran isn’t sure about him, but oh well. Whatever. If they say he’s secretly alright, he’ll just have to accept it.
After half a year or preparation and everything else, they then did fly out to see the rest of Chu Wanning’s family halfway across the world; without his cousin and his family that live close by, though, since their daughter was still in maintenance chemotherapy, and they didn’t need her to get sick in any way, until her immune system was doing okay again. She’s coming up on several years cancer-free now, so things are fine.
It was a good trip. Their first plane trip together.
Which was the exact issue.
Because, while Mo Ran was horrified that Kora might not enjoy flying once she’s actually on a plane, no matter how excited she was about it beforehand, he hadn’t ever thought about the possibility that Chu Wanning is terrified of heights.
He did not do well on the first flight. The second was fine, since he got medication, but their way to them was not great, and Mo Ran feels like Kora was the only one keeping Chu Wanning from actively falling apart and trying to take the plane over so he could have control over it himself despite never having flown a plane in his life.
“…We can,” Chu Wanning responds, eventually, and Mo Ran just snorts.
“Hm. We’ll get you the med that knocked you out so well last time again, no worries. I’m not letting you go on a plane without those ever again, love,” he laughs, and then sits down by Chu Wanning’s feet, where there’s still some place on the sofa.
“T’was nice of your cousins and their friends to fly over just for the wedding anyway,” Mo Ran reaches over to pet away at Plum’s head, too. His fingers and Chu Wanning’s hit each other a few times as they pet her together, until Chu Wanning concedes and moves on to her back. She starts purring, then. “Can’t believe you’re my husband now, Wanning.”
“I can, because you haven’t shut up about it for the past four days, Mo Ran.”
It makes Mo Ran laugh a bit, but in his defense, how the fuck could he possibly shut up about finally being married to Chu Wanning? They’ve been engaged for three years now, and Mo Ran has a stable job, and he’s graduated what feels like an eternity ago at this point, so they just went for it. Kora was as exhilarated about it as the day she learned that they’d gotten engaged, and it was truly a perfect day, well, except for-
Mo Ran swallows that memory down as fast as he somewhat can. He still… cringes about it.
Hard.
“Look, I just love you a lot, babe, and the wedding was great” he says, trying desperately to distract himself from that small incident. But oh, Chu Wanning is already cocking an eyebrow, because over the years, he’s just gotten sassier and sassier, now that he seemingly feels like he can be a bit childish sometimes after all.
“It was indeed,” Chu Wanning agrees, his eyes never leaving Mo Ran’s. “I am just very glad that my therapist did not appear at our wedding.”
“That’s-“ Mo Ran begins, unable to tell whether he should defend himself or attack. He decides on attacking. “That’s just because you don’t have a therapist.”
“Hm,” oh, he knows he’s long lost this battle. Chu Wanning isn’t smiling or grinning or anything. His face remains entirely neutral, and that’s about the worst possible thing he could be doing. “I suppose it’s convenient, given you will be seeing her more often now. This way, you do not have to tell her that we got married.”
“Wanning, please,” Mo Ran begs, taking his hand from Plum, who looks up at them like they’ve betrayed her because they’ve stopped touching her. “I hadn’t seen my friend for a full year ‘cause she did that stupid fucking internship across the country, I could not have known that her ‘hot mommy girlfriend’ that she kept talking about was my therapist!”
Because… well, that happened.
In their third year of university, Mo Ran’s and Shi Mei’s friend started going on dates, and they both knew that it was with an older woman, which both her and the older woman in question were both seemingly surprised by. Mo Ran never met her, because his friend then left to go do a one year long internship on the other side of the country, which had her constantly lamenting that her and her ‘hot mommy girlfriend’ were now long-distance. She returned half a year ago, and took a few months to find a new job, until Mo Ran proposed to both her and his boss that she could just start at their company, which she did.
That was two months ago, when they were in the throes of wedding planning and also arguing daily because Kora’s cussing increased intensely, which meant they were then also very busy with fucking in just about every corner of their house. And in public. Until like, a few weeks ago, when that shower sex finally seemed to calm them the hell back down. Well. Either way – little time was left for Mo Ran’s friend to introduce him to her girlfriend, so he just told her it’s fine, bring her to the wedding.
Well.
Her girlfriend had apparently not been told his name, and just came along, because Mo Ran’s friend forgot to fucking tell her.
Fast-forward to Mo Ran suddenly having his therapist standing in front of him at their wedding reception, with both of them staring at each other very, very dumbfoundedly.
Mo Ran’s therapist has thus been to his wedding, which he just has to be normal about. Look – he loves the woman, she’s great, he does get why his friend fell for her and all, Mo Ran isn’t the right person to judge age gap relationships either way, but.
But.
It was still bizarre, and neither Chu Wanning nor Kora have let him live it down so far.
“You should have asked her for a picture.”
“I kept forgetting!” Ugh. There’s only one way to nip this conversation in the bud before it goes entirely awol. “Anyway, uh, what are you working on?”
“I was trying,” Chu Wanning starts, “to finally arrange my thoughts for my new project, before Plum meowed at me until I would let her sit on me, and she is quite the distraction. Besides, having my laptop halfway down my legs means that it’s much harder to see anything on the screen, so…”
The culprit in question, though, looks wholly content. She slow-blinks at Mo Ran a few times, all satisfied. Plum stretches her paws a bit, then curls up right back on Chu Wanning’s stomach, where she’s been resting for the past few days, obsessively. For some reason.
“You know,” Mo Ran says with a laugh, trying to make it very clear that he’s joking, “cats lie around a lot on their owners when they’re pregnant or about to die.”
Chu Wanning gives him the hugest glare known to man. “Don’t even joke about such things. Obviously, I am not dying, and I am also very obviously not pregnant.”
“Sadly,” Mo Ran sighs, which just gets him another one of those glares. Look, okay, Chu Wanning can act like he doesn’t have a massive fucking breeding kink, but Mo Ran knows so much better. He pats Chu Wanning’s shin a few times, since it’s what’s most in reach, and not covered by Plum or his laptop. “Anyway, I should let you work, I gotta go prep dinner before Kora comes back from school-“
Except then, his gaze finally glides over to the table.
Chu Wanning freezes up.
Yeah.
Mo Ran’s caught him in HD 4K with 3D glasses on, basically.
“Say, babe,” he starts, trying to keep his voice as neutral as he somewhat can, “how much work did you actually get done?”
“…A lot.”
“Something tells me that you may be lying to me.”
“…I do not know what would make you think so, Mo Ran.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Mo Ran says, looking at the mess on the table. “Maybe the sex toy with lube all over it placed on a bunch of tissues, and the open bottle of lube next to it?”
(At least it’s the water-based one – wouldn’t want to mix a silicone sex toy with silicone lube.)
“I-“
“Nah, you’re not getting a way out of this,” Mo Ran laughs, and snatches Chu Wanning’s laptop from him before he can say or do anything else. And then, he snatches Plum away too, who lets out a betrayed little meow. “You’ve had enough of my husband, it’s my turn now,” Mo Ran says, “fuck, love, genuinely, what’s gotten you so horny these past few days?”
Mo Ran is already reaching for that sex toy. No need to lube it up anymore, because there’s still more than enough lube on it. It’s one of those air pulse ones. Mo Ran got it for Chu Wanning when he went on a business trip three years ago for an entire week, to some conference, leaving Mo Ran alone with Kora, and thus also without Chu Wanning Hole. Which, rude. But Mo Ran knew that Chu Wanning was left without Mo Ran Cock also, so he figured he’d try to help him out. He bought him the most inconspicuous looking one he could find and instructed him and sent him off with it, not taking ‘no’ for an answer, because Chu Wanning is not great at touching himself. That’s kind of Mo Ran’s fault, he supposes, because he mostly just fucks Chu Wanning so much that Chu Wanning clearly doesn’t feel the need to practice on his own, and whenever he tries to ‘teach’ Chu Wanning how to do it, he ends up getting so frustrated that he just fucks Chu Wanning into oblivion instead.
So. A sex toy it was. Well, it was clearly in good use, given Chu Wanning called him every single night to have Mo Ran instruct him on how to get off, and Mo Ran was starting to think that his dick might chafe about it all.
Now, mostly, they just use it for fun, but the past few days, ever since their wedding, Chu Wanning has not been normal for some reason.
“Are you so excited by the thought that we’re married now?” Mo Ran whispers, climbing over Chu Wanning with that sex toy in his hand. Chu Wanning looks up at him from beneath those ugly new glasses, and Mo Ran takes them off and flings them at the table.
“Hey! These are new, you know-“
Mo Ran cuts him off by kissing him, and also by ripping his pants off.
It’s alright. Chu Wanning’s pretty much declared himself free use back when Mo Ran was in the trenches about his fuckass dad, and they’ve got a safe word, so if Chu Wanning didn’t want this, he’d be free to say it.
But to this day, he’s used it like twice, which was simply because he ended up so overstimulated that he felt like he was going to die, and not because he was actually uncomfortable with anything, so.
(It’s because they’re equally as freaky.)
Mo Ran throws his slacks onto the floor, and hastily brings that sex toy to where it’s meant to be.
“Mercy-“ Chu Wanning gasps into that kiss, “Mo Ran, please, I’ve already…!”
Mo Ran runs the toy over Chu Wanning’s clit a few times before engulfing it in the nozzle at the top and turning it on. Lowest setting. He’s not that evil, after all. Okay. Sometimes he is.
Almost instantly, a shudder goes through Chu Wanning’s entire body, and his hands fly up to grasp at Mo Ran’s sweater.
“I know you can come more than once, babe,” Mo Ran whispers, “I know that better than anyone, I think.”
“…It wasn’t just once,” Chu Wanning mumbles in the quietest, most embarrassed voice known to man.
Mo Ran stares down at him, and Chu Wanning very decidedly doesn’t meet his eye. He turns his head entirely, until Mo Ran can only see his dewy eyes and his mouth, falling open slightly when Mo Ran moves the toy around a little. On the lowest setting, it’s so quiet that he barely even hears it.
God, he already feels like he’s going to die if he doesn’t get to fuck Chu Wanning soon, but he knows that he can and will. He just wants to torture him a little more.
“Oh?” he asks, and turns it up. Chu Wanning grits his teeth in response, but doesn’t respond much else. Mo Ran knows that it’s the third and up setting where Chu Wanning starts to really feel it, but he wants to tease him for a bit longer. “More than once? How often did you come while I was at work, babe? And while you were supposed to be working too? Such a little slut. Were you thinking of me?”
Chu Wanning shoots him an annoyed look at the last question.
“Who else.”
Mo Ran laughs and leans down to kiss his cheek.
“Well, don’t try to distract me, babe. How often did you come? Be honest with gege, won’t you? Or else he might need to turn it up really high. You know, if he doesn’t know just how sensitive you already are.”
Clearly, that implied threat gets to Chu Wanning. His fingers dig harder into Mo Ran’s sweater. He takes a deep breath.
“…Five times.”
Okay. Mo Ran stops the little circles he was drawing around Chu Wanning’s clit with the toy. The residue of lube still on the toy and the wetness already spread all across Chu Wanning’s makes a little squelchy sound as Chu Wanning’s clit gets sucked back in properly. His fingers twitch a little.
“Five times?” Mo Ran stutters, and instantly turns that thing up. Now, the entirety of Chu Wanning’s body jolts, just as Mo Ran had anticipated. His thighs start trembling with the effort of trying to inch his hips away. Man. As if Mo Ran would let him. He pins his hips down with his other hand, which means he has to properly kneel up and can’t kiss Chu Wanning for now before he topples down onto him. Agh, that’s fine for now. That way, Mo Ran can at least see the way Chu Wanning’s muscles grow taut all over his body. Ripples go through him, and even if he’s getting a little older now, he’s still very much in shape. He does do some training here and there, after all.
Mo Ran is praying that he gets grey hair soon, to be honest. God, Chu Wanning with grey hair would be-
“Mo Ran!” Chu Wanning wails, and while he doesn’t say it’s too much, it’s clear that it is.
What a bummer.
Mo Ran just turns it up again in response. Chu Wanning’s mouth falls open around a silent cry, and now, he tries to actively fight Mo Ran. Good. That’s what Mo Ran wanted. It’s not a serious fight either way, but he loves it when Chu Wanning goes out of control when it becomes too much. He loves the way Chu Wanning starts hitting his chest and shoulders with his fist, but then clings to him in the next second. He loves the noises that break free from him, all broken and desperate, probably because Kora’s not home and Xue Zhengyong is still in class also.
Free reign for them.
“You got off five times? Gods, Wanning, what the hell can I do with you?”
Mo Ran wants him to tell him to turn it off. He wants Chu Wanning begging for that, only to then not do it and turn it up again instead, until Chu Wanning is forced to come on it until he cries. And then, Mo Ran is going to fuck the living daylights out of him.
Still, Chu Wanning is holding on strongly, even if he shakes harder and harder with every passing second. Mo Ran, knows he’s rapidly getting a boner about the sight, and thus grabs one of Chu Wanning’s hands, currently at his waist, to shove it against his crotch instead. Almost immediately, Chu Wanning begins fumbling away at him.
Mo Ran groans.
“Yeah, just like that, get me properly hard so I can fuck you in a bit, Wanning.” Mo Ran smiles, then. It’s probably a very idiotic, lovestruck kind of smile. “Husband,” he adds on, his voice all soft and mushy.
Chu Wanning’s eyes fly up to him, looking all lovestruck in return.
Mo Ran chooses that moment to up the intensity.
“You…!” Chu Wanning curses, and clearly, that’s ultimately too much. Mo Ran pushes his clit further into the toy. “It’s- stop, turn it down, Mo Ran!”
Obviously, Mo Ran chooses to not listen – who would he be, if he did such a thing? Not himself.
“Fuck, look at how pretty you look, fucking that thing,” he says instead, wholly ignoring Chu Wanning. Instead, he uses the weight of his arm more then anything else to keep his hips down, and pulls him apart a little with the hand of that same arm. The angle is a little awkward, but it’s whatever. Then, he starts moving the toy up and down, until Chu Wanning’s hips automatically start rising with it, because that freak likes the intensity of it. He’s fucking it just a few seconds later, his clit dipping into it, the sounds of the wetness and the vibrations changing a little every time he does, his rhythm all erratic at this point.
Chu Wanning punches out an exhausted and overly loud moan. Mo Ran needs him so, so bad, even though he’s literally having sex with him right now. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. Nothing of this man will ever be enough for Mo Ran, not his smiles or his eyes or the way he’s writhing beneath him right now. Mo Ran will always need more. He thinks that Chu Wanning does feel the same way, too, even if he tries to hide it sometimes.
(He saw just how hard Chu Wanning was holding on not to cry during the wedding, a few days ago. He saw it. He knows that he did cry, during their wedding night, and that Mo Ran had to calm him down first before they finally got down to business, even though Chu Wanning insisted they could definitely have sex while he was sobbing his eyes out about being happy. And, well, they could have, but Mo Ran just kind of wanted to hug him for a little while.)
He can’t tear his eyes from him at all. Every time he pulls the toy back, his clit pops back out, all fat and red, pulsing with need, a string of lube and Chu Wanning’s own wetness connecting it to the toy, and Mo Ran can only kind of pity it, so he pushes the toy back onto it and then keeps it there.
“It’s too much,” Chu Wanning finally, finally weeps. Mo Ran follows through on that promise he’d made to himself and turns it up higher. In response, Chu Wanning gives a loud wheeze, and he starts shaking so hard that the sofa creaks with it a little.
He looks ridiculously lewd like this. Mo Ran is so fucking glad that no one else has ever seen him this way, that no one else ever will. This is solely for his eyes, and nothing can take that away from him. Chu Wanning belongs only to him.
He’s his entirely, and he’s allowed to treat him like this, however much he wants. Because Chu Wanning likes it.
It’s very, very obvious that he does, with how wide his pupils are blown, and with the way he’s looking at Mo Ran.
“Stop,” he wheezes out, then. “it’s too much, Mo Ran, turn it down, please, it hurts, it hurts, I’m-“
Oh, babbling now. Mo Ran is going insane. His hand starts shaking with the effort of keeping that toy in place right now instead of carrying Chu Wanning to their bed and fucking him silly until he passes out. But he has to. Just a little longer. He wants Chu Wanning to come like this, just like this-
“Come for me, love,” Mo Ran presses out, knowing that Chu Wanning is very good at coming on command, so this should do the job. “Be good and come for gege, won’t you, husband?”
Chu Wanning does come, then. His body grows incredibly taut, and then tremors go through it that are way too strong for Mo Ran’s arm to stop in any meaningful way. He lets Chu Wanning thrash about below him, and lets him fuck the toy the way he wants to, but Mo Ran refuses to turn the intensity of it down, which he usually does, when he’s being nice. Chu Wanning once complained that it hurts to come inside of it like he’s doing right now, when he keeps it on the same setting, because he always just gets so sensitive during his orgasms.
He’s not being nice right now.
“Yes, good,” Mo Ran whispers, holding one of Chu Wanning’s thighs instead. He presses his fingers into his soft flesh, his own breath going hard now. He feels like he can’t take in enough air at all, with how badly he needs. And by now, Mo Ran knows that he’s allowed to need. “Just like that, babe. Come for me just like that, just keep fucking it till you’re satisfied, alright?”
Tears are glimmering in Chu Wanning’s eyes by then, and his mouth is just open without him making any sounds at all. He looks almost tortured, and that makes Mo Ran harder than anything else. Chu Wanning’s hand is still on his dick, over his pants, but it’s gone still now.
“Stop-“ is the first thing that breaks from his lips desperately as his body crashes and goes limp, only to then twitch violently again when he comes into contact with that toy a little too closely. Mo Ran only smiles down at him a bit more and does nothing at all. “It hurts,” he says, and Mo Ran smiles a little brighter. Maybe it’s weird, but he relishes in Chu Wanning feeling safe enough to tell him when something hurts him. Chu Wanning is usually so horribly reserved about being in pain. It’s good that he gets it out in these situations, at least.
“Mo Ran,” he begs, again and again, and then, finally, says the one thing that Mo Ran’s truly wanted to hear. “Mo Ran, just- just fuck me already!” he snaps, loud and angry, and Mo Ran turns off the toy and flings it back onto those used, lube-covered tissues on the table.
Good.
Now they’re on the same page.
Mo Ran picks him up and off the sofa in one smooth motion and just prays that his back doesn’t try doing anything funny about it. Not that he’s old, no, but sometimes, his back decides to die these days. He supposes he’s just old enough, even if arguably, going at twenty-five isn’t old.
Chu Wanning gives him a little grunt, as if to voice his disapproval, even when he’s too weak to do so properly. However, right as Mo Ran carries him into the hallway and towards their bedroom, Chu Wanning’s head suddenly shoots up.
“Wait,” he gasps. Not that Mo Ran would listen. Obviously not. Why the fuck would he? “Mo Ran, I mean it, wait, I’m not using our safe word for something like this-“
Okay, Mo Ran concedes. He stops and looks down at Chu Wanning’s very red face.
“…Hm? What’s wrong?”
“…Let me down. I need to go to the bathroom.”
Ah. A stupid concern, then. Mo Ran continues walking. Chu Wanning hits his chest once.
“Mo Ran!”
“That’s not stopped us before-“
“Mo Ran!” this time, he has a hand on his mouth, too, and then, Chu Wanning very decidedly brings his leg down on Mo Ran’s arm a little too hard. Mo Ran loses his grip on him, but manages to grab him in the last second to deposit him on the floor properly instead. He lets out a small laugh.
“Alright, alright, go piss, I’ll wait on the bed. Just make sure you’re still wet by then, alright?”
Chu Wanning gives him another glare, and darts off towards the bathroom.
Mo Ran settles on the bed, and throws Plum out of the room, after she’s taken refuge in here. He does feel kind of bad for that, but oh well. The flush of the toilet comes pretty fast, and so do the sounds of Chu Wanning washing his hands in the sink. Mo Ran takes off his pants and gives himself a quick few strokes, but he’s still rock-hard, so it’s not like it really matters.
When Chu Wanning appears in the door and then closes it, and starts stepping towards him in only that white button-up and a single sock (must’ve lost the other one somewhere along the way), Mo Ran feels like he just might get a nosebleed. He doesn’t, but it’s close. Look, Chu Wanning is stupidly hot like that. His hair is still mussed up from when Mo Ran made him come on the sofa, and he just looks so desperate again, although Mo Ran has a strong feeling that if he were to try and make him come from his clit again, Chu Wanning just might kill him for real. Well, that’s not his plan, anyway.
He's proven time and time again that he can make Chu Wanning come from just fucking him, so that’s what he’ll do.
He gets right off the bed and picks Chu Wanning back up, who only rolls his eyes a little as Mo Ran puts him down onto the bed and immediately climbs over him. He lets his fingers glide down between his folds once, just to feel how wet he still is after wiping himself, but he can still easily sink two fingers inside of him without any issue.
Still. He reaches into the drawer for a second to go retrieve the bottle of silicone lube instead, quickly pouring some onto his cock. It’s cold as hell, but whatever. Mo Ran’s dick will be very warm in a second, so it’s not like it matters much at all.
“Keep still,” he instructs Chu Wanning, who’s already looking up at him with his eyes all big, “gonna fuck you so hard you cry today. Take it as a threat or a promise, I don’t care either way.”
Now, Chu Wanning is clearly past resisting or acting like he doesn’t want it. He brings both of his hands to Mo Ran’s shoulders, grasping at them as Mo Ran presses inside. Fuck. He just genuinely never can get enough of it. Now that they’ve been doing this for so long, Chu Wanning has gotten entirely used to him, and Mo Ran suspects that it hurts him in the beginning a little every time, but the slide is so easy, and Chu Wanning welcomes him in without clamping down on him, so it’s fine.
“Fuck,” he curses, out loud this time. “Fuck, babe, you’re so fucking tight-“
“Shut up. Get to- work,” Chu Wanning gasps, which has Mo Ran laugh again. He bottoms out and groans once. Finally. God he loves Chu Wanning so much.
“You’ve been so fucking needy. Can’t get enough of my cock at all,” he drawls, grabbing one of Chu Wanning’s legs to put it around his own back. Chu Wanning’s other leg follows automatically. Then, he leans down and licks a long, wet stripe up his neck, until he reaches his ear. He dips his tongue into it just once, feeling Chu Wanning shudder below him. He traces that wet, glistening line back down with kisses. “We’ve gotta have shower sex again, too,” Mo Ran mumbles. “That was so fucking hot. Guess we gotta argue more often.”
Chu Wanning shifts his hips, clearly trying to get Mo Ran to fuck him, and fine. Today’s not a day for extensive Chu Wanning torture. He’s too needy for that, too pent-up.
“We do not- have to argue more often. There will be no reason for it if you don’t teach Kora any new swear words. Besides- it’s been three weeks. Get another obsession. Please.”
Mo Ran laughs, and finally starts to rock into him. He wants to start out slow, so that he can really build up to it, so that he can have Chu Wanning crying into their pillows by the end of it. He has a feeling that, given Chu Wanning’s bratty mood, that might not be too far off. That means he’s really horny.
The slick sounds of it almost instantly resound within the room, given how wet Chu Wanning is, and how much lube Mo Ran has used. He can feel a mix of it run down his thighs after just a few thrusts.
“T’was really hot, the shower sex, I mean,” he whispers into Chu Wanning’s ear. He bites the lobe of it, gnawing away at it slowly, and only letting go when it’s all red. Fuck, he’s got to eat him out tomorrow the latest. Mo Ran wants to taste him like that again. His ear’s just not enough.
“Shut it,” Chu Wanning says, but quickly interrupts himself with a moan.
“Genuinely, I love how horny you’ve been the past few days, made me want to fuck you all day, Wanning, you’re all I can think about at work, it’s horrible.”
And true. God, how Mo Ran’s been dreaming about fucking him all day at work. Once, he had to leave to will down his boner as fast as he could, and he’d planned to fuck Chu Wanning once he was done with dinner prep, but that’s clearly not happening. Not with the way Chu Wanning inches even closer, wrapping his legs around him more strongly until Mo Ran is practically forced to bury Chu Wanning in himself.
Chu Wanning’s still wearing his button-up, and Mo Ran is still wearing his sweater, and he’d love for them to be off right now so that they could be skin to skin, but at the same time, that’d mean letting go off him for over a second.
Arguably, that’s way too much. He needs to be close to him now, until Chu Wanning is writhing beneath him, barely able to think anymore. He’ll just have to take the layers of clothing between them for that sake.
He speeds up a little, fully letting himself sink both into and onto him. He just loves how receptive Chu Wanning gets when he’s all pent-up, when he desperately just needs to get fucked like the little slut that they both know he is.
“You look so pretty like that,” Mo Ran whispers, resurfacing from his neck for just a bit to look at him properly. His eyes are already glazed over again, and his mouth is wide open around another moan. Mo Ran strokes some hair out of his flushed face. “God, wished I could take a picture of you right now, but that wouldn’t do you any justice.”
“Mo… Ran…!”
Aww, he’s so pissed off. Mo Ran loves it. He gives him a little cheek kiss, and then places his hand against his other cheek, until Chu Wanning sinks into it all by his own. Acting all angry, but being so desperate for it huh?
“You needed me so bad? So bad that you had to get off five times without me? You were waiting for me to come home and fuck you the way you need me to? What do you want, babe? Tell gege so he can reward you, hm?”
“…Inside,” Chu Wanning gasps out, a moan interrupting him. One of his hands comes up to clutch at Mo Ran’s hair. He tears at it just the way Mo Ran likes, always on the lookout to make him feel good, too. Mo Ran swears, he doesn’t deserve him. No one deserves Chu Wanning. “Inside. Keep it- keep it there.”
“Oh?” Mo Ran makes, speeding up a little, until Chu Wanning keens and knocks his head back with it. He keeps that pace, thus. “You want me to keep it inside again? Yeah, I know you liked that the last time.”
Mo Ran leans back down to nibble at his jaw, feeling Chu Wanning’s stubble below his lips.
During that post-argument shower sex, Mo Ran may or may not have come inside of Chu Wanning three times. He felt like he was insane that day. He still feels insane thinking about it, but Chu Wanning had begged for it so much that there was no way Mo Ran could have refused him, even if he was all overstimulated by the end of that. Afterwards, Mo Ran got out that proper vaginal plug he’s gotten them a good while ago, and finally put it to good use. He’d wanted Chu Wanning to take it out before going to sleep, just because you’re not meant to keep them in forever, but Chu Wanning begged for that, also, so that he would keep all of Mo Ran’s cum inside. Because he has a massive breeding kink.
In the end, Mo Ran only pulled it out during the night, and then fucked another load into him. Chu Wanning passed out with it still inside of him, and Mo Ran had to wash their bedsheets the next day.
“I can do that, babe,” he says, thus, and starts fucking Chu Wanning harder. He knows that he likes it that way.
By now, the noises are obscene, and Chu Wanning is clearly starting to lose himself in the feeling entirely. His hands start flailing about, trying to grasp onto anything, until his nails rake down Mo Ran’s back. It burns, but so does the sweat in Mo Ran’s eyes, so he doesn’t really care.
Honestly, Chu Wanning asking him to please plug him up that one time drove Mo Ran crazy, mostly just because of his own breeding kink. And somehow, that makes him even hornier also now, because he realizes that if he’d gotten Chu Wanning pregnant three weeks ago, he’d, well. Be pregnant by now, and like, start having early symptoms and stuff.
Now, obviously, he’s not. He’s still on birth control. Doesn’t mean the thought isn’t ridiculously hot to Mo Ran, anyway.
“Gonna breed you,” he announces, feeling the way Chu Wanning arches his back at the threat. “Gonna get you pregnant till you’re round with it, Wanning- ah, fuck, you’re driving me mad, you know that? So perfect for me, yeah-“
Chu Wanning lets out a very loud and guttural moan, probably at the thought of being pregnant. Right. Mo Ran feels like if he actually was, he wouldn’t be particularly happy about it, but he’s not, so all’s good.
“Yeah, you like that? You like the thought of me breeding you?” Mo Ran leans back down to his ear, but only after sneaking both of his arms below Chu Wanning’s back and pulling him into a hug; this way, he’s also kind of confined to having his head next to him, because he can’t hold himself up like this anymore. “Wanna give Kora a little sibling, huh?”
“Shut up,” Chu Wanning wheezes, but Mo Ran knows better than that.
“Wanna be able to look at yourself and know that I’ve done that to you? Want everyone to see that you’re mine for good, to the point you can’t hide it anymore?”
Indeed, Mo Ran did know better, because now, Chu Wanning does nod. Frantically so, into him, and Mo Ran gives a few even harsher thrusts.
“Wanning, you’re gonna make me come, and I’ve not made you cry yet-“
Except right then and there, Chu Wanning does let out a little sob, probably because of Mo Ran’s even stronger assault. Okay. Good.
“You mind?” he whispers. “If I come?”
“Please,” Chu Wanning gasps, his voice doing that thing where it goes higher and higher in desperation and hyperventilation both, and Mo Ran knows that yeah, he’ll likely just come together with him, given how much he’s into creampies. Chu Wanning can never get enough of them. “Please- inside, Mo Ran, inside, I-“
“Come with me,” Mo Ran gasps, and moans directly into Chu Wanning’s ear, the way he likes it. He clutches him closer so that he knows he can’t ever escape, that he’s always his, and comes with a few last thrusts of his hips, and with Chu Wanning’s cry directly in his ear.
Chu Wanning still goes so stupidly tight around him when he comes, but Mo Ran doesn’t mind. It just feels like Chu Wanning really and truly wants every last drop, like he’s never going to let him go ever again, like he wants Mo Ran to know that he’s always going to be his, too.
It goes quiet for a while after, and Mo Ran just keeps holding Chu Wanning, still inside of him, waiting until he’s stopped trembling properly to pull out. He’s too clenched up before for that to not hurt him, anyway. Once he does, though, Mo Ran first untangles himself from him, Chu Wanning’s arms flopping down into the sheets. He’s breathing hard, and he looks like he’s on the verge of going to sleep right here and now.
“Stay awake, babe, you’ve got work, ‘cause I still think you can’t have gotten much done earlier.”
“I know,” Chu Wanning mumbles. He’s still trying to catch his breath, too.
When Mo Ran pulls out, though, he gives a small hiss at Chu Wanning.
“I told you to tell me if it hurts-“
“Huh?”
Chu Wanning props himself up onto his elbows and looks down. There’s some blood on Mo Ran; not in the sheets, but on Mo Ran, and he quickly lifts Chu Wanning’s hips up and onto his naked thighs before anything can spill into the sheets. Miraculously, they stayed clean. He grabs a tissue without another question and starts wiping Chu Wanning down, who still looks a little confused.
“It didn’t hurt, though,” he grumbles.
“Was I too rough?”
“Not rougher than usual,” Chu Wanning sighs, and sits up properly once Mo Ran is done, but only to propel himself off the bed before he gets the edge of it dirty. “I’m fine, Mo Ran, seriously.”
He even leans down to give Mo Ran’s forehead a kiss.
“…If we could actually skip the plugging thing,” he says, his cheeks quickly turning red, when they’d only just grown pale again, “because else, I won’t get anything done at all.”
That makes Mo Ran laugh, and it does sort of reassure him enough. Well, it’s not the first time Chu Wanning’s bled during sex. Maybe neither of them had noticed how rough it had really gotten.
“That’s fine, Wanning,” he says, following him up. “We’re heading for a quick shower, I’m assuming?”
“You can go and get the water warm, I just need to-“
“Hm?”
“…I just need to use the toilet again.”
“Babe, you just went. I mean, you should, peeing after sex and all, but…”
With the way Chu Wanning is already hurrying towards the bathroom, something tells Mo Ran he does actually have to go again.
“I drank a lot. Earlier,” he hastily says, and, right. Makes sense. He’d have been dehydrated if he’d come five times on his toy.
As long as he’s fine, it’s not like it matters.
Mo Ran follows him, and once they’re in the shower, he tries his best not to get hard again when the memories of that shower sex resurface inside of him again.
*
Kora rips open a package of cat food, Plum already meowing away at her as if she’s going to die, should Kora not manage to squeeze out enough food in the next thirty milliseconds at most.
“Yes, yes, Plum, I’m on it,” she sighs, already pressing cat food into the bowl at the kitchen door.
Mo Ran, meanwhile, is whistling as he stirs his mapo tofu. Chu Wanning has gotten a little used to spice over the last few years, so if he makes it really mild, he can eat it, provided he has rice and a glass of milk to go with it.
Mo Ran and Kora can just throw in more chili, after all. And oh, they will.
“…Is that a new brand?” Chu Wanning suddenly asks. Both Mo Ran and Kora look up at him.
“What?” Kora asks.
“Of cat food. It really smells.”
“Nah, same we always buy,” Kora says, and holds up the package. Blue and white today. Plum’s getting salmon, thus. “Probably just stinks more ‘cause it’s fish.”
Chu Wanning is still looking a little doubtful, but eventually, he nods.
“Hm. I suppose so. Doesn’t mix particularly well with the mapo tofu, though.”
“That much is true,” Mo Ran laughs, since yeah. It does not smell nice.
Chu Wanning did get his work done, but only shortly before dinner, which meant that Kora was deprived of dad time. Instead, she went shopping with Mo Ran. Well, it’s a single day, she’s going to survive.
“I’m so hungry, when’s it ready?”
“Just another few minutes, till the rice is done,” Mo Ran says, but the rice cooker is still going, so not much else he can tell her.
She’s grown up so much in recent years that it’s kind of insane to him. Yeah, she’s still a child now, but she’s already about to get into fifth grade, and she’s going to be a proper teenager in no time at all. His only consolation is that she’s staying somewhat small. Clearly not aiming to shoot up the highest. Hopefully it’ll stay that way. Mo Ran couldn’t possibly stomach having a tall daughter, since that would be physical proof of her growing up.
Once Plum is wreaking havoc on her stinky salmon, Kora resurfaces, throws the now empty package into the trash, and washes her hands with dish soap, too lazy to go to the bathroom.
“By the way,” Kora starts, “we’ve gotta go to the stationary store soon. I’m running out of paper.”
“You’re practically eating that stuff, with how fast you waste it all,” Mo Ran says, and lazily reaches over to her to ruffle her hair.
The comment gets him a little kick in the ankle from Kora.
“Try going to school with this stupid maths teacher, and you’ll see how much paper you’re going to need with all that homework,” she grumbles back, which, man. Mo Ran does understand, he really does.
She started out being good at pretty much every single subject apart from sports, but now, she’s slowly starting to go on a decline in the sciences, and maths. Mo Ran doesn’t blame her. In a way, that’s good, though, because these are the subject him and Chu Wanning can definitely help her with.
Apart from chemistry.
Mo Ran remembers shit all about chemistry.
“I’ll go with you tomorrow morning,” Chu Wanning says, “be up at eight.”
“What? No!”
“…Nine,” Chu Wanning concedes, and Kora just gives him another small glare.
“It’s the weekend, dad. Let me read in bed a little, please.”
“Nine thirty. No later.”
“Ugh. Okay, okay, fine, but only if you buy me one of those pens that everyone’s got at the moment.”
“Fine,” Chu Wanning says too, “we can agree on that.”
Those idiots. Mo Ran loves them so much. Chu Wanning and him did get used to parenting somewhat fast. Surprisingly fast. Of course it’s not always good, and yes, sometimes they do get angry, because that just happens, but they’ve both got themselves under control about it, and so does Kora, mostly. There’s no actual screaming in their house, unless they have to speak over some other noise. Sometimes, Kora does get nightmares about her childhood, and she had another few phases where she really had trouble eating again because of when she probably nearly starved as a child, but they handled it well. She hasn’t been to therapy in a year now, and she’s doing alright. Apart from maths, Mo Ran supposes.
He tries very, very hard to be what Xue Zhengyong and Wang Chuqing were to him.
“The cat food really smells,” Chu Wanning suddenly says, and this time, as if she’s understood, even Plum looks up at him. She’s right back to eating a second later, though.
“You must just be a little more sensitive than usual today,” Mo Ran says, “Kora, can you open the window?”
Luckily, Chu Wanning doesn’t unreasonably feel attacked by that or anything. He knows that Mo Ran only ever says these things in the most neutral way possible. He doesn’t mind the days when Chu Wanning is a bit more sensitive to smells and fabrics and whatnot. It’s just part of him. If something truly bothers him, he’ll say as much.
They’re good about it, even if getting Chu Wanning to properly communicate with him can still be hard these days.
But they could be doing worse, too.
Kora nods eventually and walks over to the window. It’s spring, and thus still somewhat cold at night, but it’s not like they’re going to immediately freeze to death.
“Plum, you heard dad, hurry up, he can’t take your food smell today,” she commands the cat, but Plum just twitches her ears, and continues eating at the very same pace.
When the rice cooker finally does its little jingle, Kora carries the pot of mapo tofu onto the table, while Mo Ran scoops the rice into a large bowl. Chu Wanning starts dishing out tofu into their respective bowls, and once they’re all seated at the table, Plum also jumps onto Kora’s lap. She licks her lips once and looks at the bowl.
“The spice in that will kill you,” Kora says, “okay, well, not yet, but in a second.”
With that said, she grabs both the extra hot chili flakes and the gochujang, and goes to town. Not that gochujang is for mapo tofu, but look – it tastes good in it, so what do they care?
She also very valiantly holds Plum back to the best of her ability, until she eventually just settles down in her lap instead. Once she’s stirring, Mo Ran grabs the chili flakes and gochujang for himself, and adds even more.
Chu Wanning is looking at them like they’ve gone crazy, as every evening when they eat spicy. Meanwhile, he reaches for a single small block of tofu, and then instantly shovels rice into his mouth. His cheeks go red, and Mo Ran and Kora just exchange a look with each other.
Yeah. He’s probably never going to reach their level of spice tolerance, at the rate he’s going.
“Well, Dad,” Kora says, pointing her chopsticks at Chu Wanning, already dripping with red sauce. “You’re making a fool of yourself currently.”
Chu Wanning gives her a glare as she reaches for a mix of tofu and minced meat, and eats it with no more issues.
“Guess I’m turning out to be more like Mo Ran, after all,” she sighs, and when Plum breaks the tense silence with a small meow, Mo Ran really can’t hold back anymore, and breaks out into laughter.
“Birthed you from my own womb,” he sighs, “Chu Wanning better be happy I took on that pain.”
“…Both of you, shut up,” Chu Wanning says. As if to prove something, he puts double the amount of tofu into his mouth. “Eat your food. It’s going to get cold at this rate. Also, I am fine with spice.”
Even if they’ve both just been reprimanded, though, neither Mo Ran nor Kora let themselves be intimidated. Clearly, Chu Wanning can sense it, and clearly, he’s bracing himself for a very, very long dinner right now.
Fine by Mo Ran. He’s got a teammate, while Chu Wanning is all on his own.
He throws Kora a glance, and she gives him a small nod back.
The time has come to provoke Chu Wanning into taking a bite from Kora’s bowl now. And then watch him die about it.
Their mission is on.