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It started the first weekend of October
The weather was just beginning to change; the leaves were beginning to lose their healthy, green saturation that they had been clinging to. Instead, vibrant hues to auburn and yellow had begun to emerge.
Mo Ran didn’t like fall, and he liked winter even less. The weather changing and the air growing more and more chilly brought back painful memories of being homeless as a youth. Of hunger pains and of his mother wrapping their only blanket around him while she shivered next to him.
But now that he had met Chu Wanning, his perspective on the seasons had started to change. Underneath the chilly veneer that many people chose not to look past, Chu Wanning was warmth; he was light. And grey autumn days didn’t seem so bleak sitting next to him.
How could he hate the fall chill when he had Chu Wanning cuddled close?
It was one of those chilly fall evenings, when the sun was beginning to set far sooner than Mo Ran would like, when he felt a bit of the familiar melancholy seeping in. He was reading in their living room, sorely missing Chu Wanning’s presence, but knowing the man was hard at work in his office. The temperature had dipped quite a bit recently, and their apartment was doing its best to fight off the chill. Mo Ran felt a slight shiver make its way down his spine.
Suddenly, he felt a light weight over his shoulders, followed by warmth. Looking up in confusion, he saw the ever handsome Chu Wanning meeting his gaze. Mo Ran loved Chu Wanning’s neutral expression — the slight downturn of his lips and the small furrow between his eyebrows. Calling it ‘resting bitch face’ would earn him a smack, and calling it ‘an adorable pout’ would earn him a harder one.
Realizing exactly what it was over his shoulders had Mo Ran’s eyes widening in surprise. It was a blanket. He blinked at Chu Wanning.
Chu Wanning’s expression soured. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He said, a touch defensive. And then, more gently: “you looked cold”.
Chu Wanning was not a very outwardly affectionate person. His love tended to work behind the scenes, showing itself in small, but unwavering acts of kindness and occasional moments of vulnerability. And Mo Ran cherished each and every one.
Mo Ran’s slight confusion melted into affection, and he smiled up at his loving, caring, adorable boyfriend. When he was being warm like this, it was just like… it reminded him of…
“Did mommy want to warm me up?”
It was Chu Wanning’s turn to blink owlishly at him.
“Sorry,” Mo Ran rushed to apologize. “I don’t know why I said that. I-”
“Ridiculous!” Chu Wanning cut him off, breaking their eye contact and looking away with an affronted pout, his cheeks ablaze. Mo Ran was honestly glad that Chu Wanning was reacting with his usual scandalized response. Afterall, Mo Ran was just teasing, trying to get a reaction out of him.
Wasn’t he?
—
The thing was, to people who only knew Chu Wanning on the surface, he was nothing like his mother. Their personalities couldn’t be anywhere farther apart, their mannerisms didn’t resemble each other at all, and demeanours were like night and day. But Mo Ran was blessed with being one of the only people that got to see below the surface, who got to see Chu Wanning beneath the veil of indifference he wore. Who saw him for his kindness and thoughtfulness, first and foremost.
And as much as Mo Ran was reluctant to acknowledge it, he couldn’t help but think that Chu Wanning resembled his mother, physically. His memories of her were foggy — time had stolen them away and left him with nothing but the hazy picture of her face and the vague sound of her voice. Added onto the fact that Chu Wanning was the first person that had shown him kindness after her death, and he couldn’t help but occasionally see the ghost of her lingering in Chu Wanning’s face.
Midway through the month, the two of them were standing together in the grocery store buying treats. It was a pleasant outing, as the two of them had just grabbed lunch and were looking forward to their plans of a movie and a night in.
While the two of them browsed the candy aisle, Mo Ran heard a tiny voice pipe up to his left.
“Mommy, will you buy it for me?” Unsurprisingly, a little girl stood next to them, fixing her mother with round, pleading eyes.
Her mother signed in defeat. “Only if you behave yourself the rest of this trip.”
The little girl clapped her hands in excitement and added it to their basket, dutifully following after her mother as the two of them wandered further into the store.
At the display, an idea popped into Mo Ran’s head. Before he could think it through, he was leaning towards Chu Wanning and speaking in a voice low enough that it only reached his ears.
“Mommy, will you buy it for me?”
Chu Wanning sputtered, and shot Mo Ran a glare that told him that the only thing saving him from getting lightly smacked was the fact that they were in public. All according to Mo Ran’s plan, of course.
Wordlessly, Chu Wanning placed some candy in their basket, promising to buy it for him, and then turned to leave, knowing without looking that Mo Ran would follow behind like an obedient puppy.
Mo Ran was just teasing, of course. After his slip up the other week, he had to prove to Chu Wanning that he was just joking around, that it didn’t mean anything.
As he walked behind Chu Wanning, he quietly wondered if the person he was trying to prove it to was himself.
—
Halloween night found Mo Ran in a very familiar position: gazing down at Chu Wanning sprawled out across their bed. It was his favorite sight in the world: Chu Wanning with a face tinged pink and lips swollen from kissing. His chest heaved, trying to catch his breath, and Mo Ran couldn’t resist the urge to dip back down and steal away his breath once again with a kiss. He nipped at Chu Wanning’s lower lip, demanding entry, and Chu Wanning wielded to his onslaught without a fight.
Once he decided Chu Wanning was kissed thoroughly enough, Mo Ran pulled back to meet eyes with his beloved. The man’s vision was hazy, and he gazed at Mo Ran with hooded eyes. Every inch of Mo Ran buzzed with eagerness, and there was no better moment to start divesting them both of clothes. Starting with Chu Wanning’s shirt. He slid his hands underneath and pushed upward, revealing an expanse of smooth, milky skin that was just begging to be marked up and claimed.
When the two of them had met, Chu Wanning had been underweight, his ribs poking through and his hipbones sharp. But now under Mo Ran’s fine care, he had gained weight and now had a layer of fat covering him up that Mo Ran loved to bite at — the physical proof of how loved Chu Wanning was. He did just that, sinking his teeth into his stomach before continuing to climb upwards. Mo Ran ascended his way up to Chu Wanning’s chest, nipping and biting and leaving marks of affection behind. Mo Ran loved Chu Wanning’s chest — the soft well of his breasts that were just enough for a handful and the pale rosy nipples that adorned them — and wanted to make sure he showed it proper attention. He delighted in the pleasured squirm he got in response when he nipped at one of the nipples and then gave a hard suck. He brought up his right hand, wanting to make sure they both got equal attention, and rolled the bud between his fingers.
Once he was sure Chu Wanning’s chest was sufficiently sore, Mo Ran slid back between his legs and paid no heed to Chu Wanning’s feeble and instinctive attempt to close them and hide himself from Mo Ran’s sight. He gripped a thigh in each hand, admiring the way his hands sunk into the flesh, and pushed them gently apart.
Between Chu Wanning’s thighs was his favorite place to be.
Revealed to Mo Ran once they were spread, was Chu Wanning’s most intimate place. As always, it was beautiful. Pink and soft and dripping with slick. Mo Ran wanted to admire longer, but Chu Wanning’s embarrassed squirming communicated to him: get on with it! His beloved rarely voiced things like that aloud — only when Mo Ran took his time teasing and edging him and he was desperate beyond belief — but Mo Ran wasn’t one to pass up Chu Wanning’s clear, nonverbal invitation. Taking one last good, hard look Mo Ran moved forward to slowly lick from the bottom of Chu Wanning’s hole to the top of his clit. The moan Chu Wanning let out was muffled, and Mo Ran knew without checking that the man was biting his lip to keep down his lewd noises.
“Let me hear you,” came the simple command from Mo Ran, and despite not seeing it for himself, from the breathy noise he made Mo Ran knew without a shadow of a doubt that Chu Wanning obediently complied. What a good boy.
He rewarded him with a hard suck to his clit, making Chu Wanning’s legs snap shut around Mo Ran’s head from the sudden stimulation, and Mo Ran simply pressed that back apart so he could get to work eating Chu Wanning out. As always, he put his all into the task he had taken upon himself.
He ducked his head back down to lap at Chu Wanning’s leaking hole, making sure to fuck him on his tongue a few times before moving back up to pay attention to his clit as well. He alternated between broad licks and hard sucks, feeling it twitch and throat under his attentive mouth.
While Chu Wanning was distracted, Mo Ran slid his hand down in between his legs and slotted one figure into his needy cunt. It wasn’t enough, and Mo Ran knew that, but he couldn’t resist the urge to tease him just a little bit. In response, Chu Wanning pushed his hips towards Mo Ran’s hand and face, trying to get more stimulation on his pussy.
At the blatant desperation Chu Wanning was exhibiting, Mo Ran decided to be kind and feed another finger to his cunt, immediately crooking them upwards to hit his sweet spot and enjoying the wave of slick that dripped out. He didn’t hesitate to catch it with his tongue.
It only took a few more thrusts of Mo Ran’s fingers and one more hard suck to his clit for Chu Wanning to start squirming, whining, and cumming all over Mo Ran’s hand. Mo Ran made sure to dutifully work him through it, pressing against that spot again and again while Chu Wanning let out a broken sob and shivers of pleasure raced through his body. Only when he started squirming away in overstimulation did Mo Ran finally back off, moving away to grin at a flushed Chu Wanning while his face was wet and shiny with his slick.
“Shameless…” was all that Chu Wanning could say.
“You love it,” Mo Ran teased back. Chu Wanning tried to give him a stern glare, but the after shocks of pleasure that were running through his body still gave him away immediately. He looked perfectly desperate and needy.
As for Mo Ran, he was starting to feel a bit desperate himself. The only stimulation that his poor dick had gotten was some aimless grinding against the bed while he ate Chu Wanning out. And while two fingers weren’t much in the way of adequate preparation, they did this enough that Chu Wanning’s hole had grown adept at swallowing Mo Ran’s cock.
“Baobei, please, can I-”
“Get on with it!” Mo Ran scrambled to obey Chu Wanning’s impatient words. He undid his belt buckle with impressive haste, eager to free his aching cock from its confines. As soon as it was out, he wasted no time in slotting it between Chu Wanning’s wet folds. The slide was perfect, warm and wet. The head of Mo Ran’s cock ground against Chu Wanning’s clit and the two of them let out a low moan. Mo Ran proceeded to bully it, rubbing against it and bringing Chu Wanning closer to the edge that Mo Ran wanted him — he wanted to feel Chu Wanning’s next orgasm around his cock.
When Mo Ran’s cock slid down again, the tip of it caught on Chu Wanning’s hole, causing Chu Wanning to let out a small, aborted thrust against him, trying to get inside. Mo Ran decided that was enough. He brought a hand to line up his dick against that aching hole.
As Mo Ran slid inside, the wet heat and all encompassing tightness around his cock overwhelmed him just like it did every damn time. It was the perfect fit, squeezing him tight while greedily welcoming him inside. Chu Wanning was perfect — from his secretly caring personality, to his dashingly gorgeous looks, to his pretty pink cunt.
“Fuck, mommy.”
They both froze.
Mo Ran, from his horror at what had just unconsciously left his lips, and Chu Wanning from his shock at hearing a name he had only ever called him in what he believed to be jest.
But Chu Wanning was, if nothing else, quick to adapt, and got over his shock much sooner than Mo Ran did. Mo Ran had indulged and welcomed his every whim in bed from the beginning of their relationship. Why couldn’t he return the favor? Besides, it wasn’t exactly unwelcome…
So Chu Wanning simply wrapped his legs around Mo Ran’s waist and pulled him closer, resulting in a low moan from both of them as Mo Ran bottomed out and his hips met the lips of Chu Wanning’s wet pussy. Chu Wanning, Mo Ran’s perfect boyfriend, took a breath to steady himself.
“Does mommy’s p-pussy feel good?”
As soon as the words caught up with him, Mo Ran moaned and ground his hips forward. All he could do was moan out a strangled: “yes” and start fucking Chu Wanning as hard as he could. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn't wonder how he had gotten such a perfect person to be with him.
Mo Ran pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, eliciting a yelp from the man beneath him. He couldn’t stop himself or give Chu Wanning more time to adjust, he felt feral with what he had just said. Hooking one leg over his shoulder and pressing it towards Chu Wanning’s chest, Mo Ran doubled down on fucking him within an inch of his life.
Chu Wanning squealed at the rough pace, nails digging into Mo Ran’s shoulder to ground himself. Having already come once, Mo Ran knew he must be overstimulated, but that didn’t stop the pounding of his hips. He was too riled up, too into whatever dynamic they had fallen into.
“So good, mommy, you feel so good,” Mo Ran managed, barely still able to talk.
Chu Wanning wasn’t faring much better, reduced to whining and scratching at Mo Ran’s back as he nailed his sweet stop with each thrust in. They were so intertwined that the two of them had joined into one, indistinguishable as separate people.
From his noises, Mo Ran could tell that Chu Wanning was getting close. Other than his boyfriend himself, Mo Ran’s favorite thing in the world was feeling Chu Wanning cumming around his cock and watching him squirt all over the both of them, and he was determined to make it happen. He hooked Chu Wanning’s other leg over his shoulder and pressed forward, very familiar with the older man’s range of flexibility at this point. He had him in a proper mating press now, and each thrust drove all the way to the back of his pussy, kissing his cervix in a way that he knew Chu Wanning loved — just on the right side of pain. Chu Wanning no longer had the wits to keep his mouth shut, his needy whines filling up the room.
Chu Wanning’s body started to tense and his mouth fell open in a wordless cry, likely fighting off the urge to cum so soon. But before he could stop it, he was squeezing and pulsing around Mo Ran’s cock. Mo Ran drank it in: the way his eyes rolled back, the way his fingers nails dug into Mo Ran, the way that clear flushed gushed out of him. Mo Ran wanted it to be in his mouth next time.
Even after Chu Wanning went limp, Mo Ran continued to fuck him, knowing he secretly enjoyed the overstimulation and sensitivity that came with it. The aftershocks running through Chu Wanning and making his pussy squeeze around Mo Ran urging him along.
Sensing Mo Ran was close, and using the last of his strength to urge him along, Chu Wanning gasped out, “that’s mommy’s good boy”.
“Fuck!” That’s all it took: Mo Ran hurdled over the edge just like Chu Wanning had moments before. Pleasure raced down his spine, starting at the top of his head and working its way down to make his toes curl. Mo Ran fucked forward once, twice, three more times, making sure to fuck his cum as deep as it could go, before collapsing on top of the man beneath him. Mo Ran let out a pitiful whine and Chu Wanning huffed a laugh, reaching up with shaky hands to pet his hair — the humidity in the room they had just created making it frizzy and unkempt.
Wincing from oversensitivity, Mo Ran pulled out, lamenting the amount of cum that began to immediately leak out of Chu Wanning. It belonged inside. But Mo Ran would have to wait another day to plug him back up, he could tell they were both tired and oversensitive.
He would have to get up to do a perfunctory clean up of the both of them before they fell asleep, but that could wait for the moment. Instead, they assumed their default positions, laying together with Chu Wanning’s head on Mo Ran’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.
The tenderness was a stark contrast to the filth they had just engaged in, but it was comforting to the both of them. Like many times before, they had explored uncharted territory, which often left Chu Wanning feeling a little uncertain and insecure, but tonight he was not the only one.
“Was that…” Mo Ran began, uncharacteristically hesitant. “Okay with you?”
Being honest and upfront about what he liked in bed was not Chu Wanning’s forte, but just this once he could be brave. “It was. It was… good.”
Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, he trusted Chu Wanning with his whole heart, enough to trust that he wasn’t just humoring him. His arm wrapped around Chu Wanning’s shoulder and he squeezed tightly, not able to stand even a single centimeter of distance between them right then.
Mo Ran’s heart swelled. Sure, there was definitely still a lot of unpack from what transpired and perhaps where it came from. But that could wait until the morning when they were more clearheaded.