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Chu Wanning already knows what’s going to happen when he sees Mo Ran glaring at him from across the room. His professor has assigned a group project that needs to be done over the winter break. Normally, most students would do this work on some kind of video chat or over text message, split across the country for the holidays, but both Chu Wanning and the other student he was paired up with had elected to stay in town for the holidays.

For Chu Wanning, this choice had been simple. His adoptive father Huaizui had been… less than pleased when Chu Wanning begun calling himself a boy at the age of twelve, and had been even less pleased (and summarily kicked Chu Wanning out of the house) when he turned eighteen and still insisted that he was a man. His younger brother Mo Ran had followed Chu Wanning out the door.

The only family that truly matters to him already lives with him, and Chu Wanning sees no point in wasting money travelling during the holidays. He’d much rather save that money to buy new clothes for Mo Ran. He wonders, somewhat despairingly, if the boy will ever stop growing. His growth spurt should come to an end around next year, yet as it currently stands, the concept of his didi ever ceasing to grow seems entirely foreign. It seems as if every time Chu Wanning blinks, Mo Ran is a new height.

Chu Wanning isn’t so sure why his partner has decided to stay here during winter. Xie Fengya hasn’t responded kindly to Chu Wanning’s clumsy attempts at making small talk. In fact, the man seems to actively despise him for reasons entirely unknown to Chu Wanning. The most he has ever expressed any regard for Chu Wanning was when he enquired about how Chu Wanning had managed to acquire top surgery. (The answer was that one of Mo Ran’s friends had an older brother who knew a doctor that would look the other way regarding the lack of familial consent, and the fact that he had only gotten a diagnosis for gender identity disorder three years prior, rather than five. Chu Wanning had lied to Xie Fengya and said he went to Thailand for it.) Chu Wanning still isn’t quite sure what about his general appearance had alerted the other man to the fact that he was transgender. It’s hardly something Chu Wanning walks around advertising.

Chu Wanning thinks, a little spitefully, that maybe the reason as to why Xie Fengya is still in the city for the holidays as opposed to being with his family is because he’s also rude and overly harsh with them. Then he retracts that thought, as it’s not very kind. More importantly, Chu Wanning knows that he’s the last man alive who has any right to comment on another person’s temperament. He’s off-putting in both his face and his personality. Too blunt by far, often failing to soften his criticism of others. He snaps at people when they show him kindness, as if it is an insult to him in some capacity.

He's never seen Xie Fengya interacting with the other students in class, but they certainly don’t give him a two-seat berth in lecture halls like they do with Chu Wanning. More likely than not, Xie Fengya at the very least is polite to his fellow students. He just hates Chu Wanning for some reason, and Chu Wanning can hardly blame him for that. He probably did something wrong upon their first meeting. At this point though, he feels that there’s little point in attempting to fix whatever poor impression Chu Wanning gave to the man. Chu Wanning is an adult, he hardly needs to be coddled. He can handle people disliking him.

Despite the clear tension between the two men, that doesn’t stop Chu Wanning’s little brother from glaring at Xie Fengya as if he wants to put a hole in his head. Chu Wanning’s lips twitch into a frown as he notes that the teen is gripping his pen like he’s imagining it’s Xie Fengya’s neck. Mo Ran is supposed to be doing homework right now. If he doesn’t get it out of the way at the beginning of the holidays, then Chu Wanning will have to pester him over the next month, and no one wants to be nagged during their time off.

Mo Ran will be sitting his university entrance exams next year. He needs to be fully invested in his schoolwork currently. Chu Wanning knows that the boy is by no means dumb. He may take a little longer to grasp a new subject (though, Chu Wanning is forced to wonder how much of that is just due to his younger brother pretending to not understand so that Chu Wanning is made to pay attention to him), but once he grasps it, he quickly masters it. This all means that, for Mo Ran, studying and revising this year are of the utmost import.

Chu Wanning tries to be a considerate older brother and guardian to Mo Ran, not overwhelming him with work and forcing him to do nothing but study like Chu Wanning did with himself during his final school year. He knows that not everyone can stand to completely devote themselves to their work in the way Chu Wanning can. Especially when Mo Ran, unlike Chu Wanning at seventeen, actually has friends.

The teen will want to go out and celebrate the time off from school with Xue Meng and Shi Mei. Although Chu Wanning harbours no doubt that he will likely be dragged along to at least some of these meetups, either to serve as a chaperone or to socialise with Xue Meng’s father, Xue Zhengyong.

Chu Wanning briefly worked for the man when he first was cast out by Huaizui, and now that his job is moreso that of an external consultant to Xue Zhengyong’s business (and despite the almost twenty-year age difference between the two of them) he tentatively considers Xue Zhengyong to be a friend. Perhaps his wife too, but Chu Wanning is not so sure of that. He’s always struggled to build friendships with women, feeling as if he doesn’t quite know how to interact with them, existing in an awkward space of having once shared community with them but now being an outsider. Not that Chu Wanning ever was friends with any of the girls in his classes when he was younger. He was never really enough of a girl for his female classmates, and far too much of a girl for his male ones.

Xie Fengya glowers at Chu Wanning. “Am I expected to do the work for both of us while you stare at your…” His voice trails off, trying to place Mo Ran’s relationship to Chu Wanning.

It wouldn’t be the first time that people have gotten confused about their relationship to one another. He and Mo Ran could not look less alike. Mo Ran has a handsome face, prone to smiling and revealing the dimples in his cheeks. He’s got wide shoulders and a trim waist, a physique Chu Wanning knows he puts time and work into maintaining. His skin is tanned a healthy golden hue, and he towers over Chu Wanning when they stand next to one another.

In comparison, Chu Wanning’s face is plain and too sharp, his cheekbones jutting out under his skin like they’re trying to flee his skull. His lips are thin and on the rare occasions when he does smile, it’s a small and barely there thing, only noticeable if one is already familiar with his usual dour expression. He’s slender, his ribs often showing when he leans over to one side or another during his stretches. His waist is trim as well, but it’s clearly due to his frequency in forgetting to eat meals, as opposed to a strict diet or workout regimen. His skin is pale from his habit of staying indoors for most of the day, generally only going outside in order to attend classes at university, or to go to the shops in the evening.

People’s confusion typically only clears when Chu Wanning brings up the fact that he has an adoptive father. They assume that Mo Ran must have either been Huaizui’s biological son, or just another child who had been adopted alongside Chu Wanning. It’s always very embarrassing when Mo Ran cuts in and loudly affirms that he and Chu Wanning are biologically brothers, pointing out incredibly niche details where their features overlap. It’s a humiliating experience, watching as people try and fail to see any similarity between the swan and the toad standing next to him.

Usually, even if by some miracle people do recognise that they’re related from the start, they’ll assume that Chu Wanning is Mo Ran’s father or uncle. It’s unsurprising, he supposes. How many twenty-two year-olds in this day and age have frown lines beginning to form? Combine that with his unflattering and conservative fashion sense, and it tracks that they’d think that the age gap between him and Mo Ran is something closer to fifty than five.

“I’m his gege!” Mo Ran chimes in, flashing a dimpled grin at Xie Fengya, as if he was not attempting to burn a hole in the man’s skull with his eyes alone only seconds ago.

Chu Wanning flushes, shooting a glare at his younger brother. “Ignore him. He likes to joke because I’m shorter than him. He’s my didi.”

Xie Fengya takes a moment to look between the two of them, an eyebrow raising as he compares them to one another. “I see. Stop staring at your younger brother then. I won’t have you dragging our grade down on this project.”

Mo Ran puffs up like an angry puppy at the man’s words, his brows pulling sharply together. “Wanning is incredibly smart–”

“A-Ran, that’s enough.” Chu Wanning interrupts, his ears reddening at using such a childish nickname. Mo Ran insists he doesn’t mind being called it in front of people, but he’s seventeen. Surely he’ll soon become resentful over his older brother infantilising him in such a way?

Mo Ran shoots Chu Wanning a betrayed look, but presses his lips together into a firm line and settles back into his seat, picking up his pen and getting back to work.

Chu Wanning watches him for a moment before feeling confident that his younger brother will devote himself to his studies, turning his attention back to Xie Fengya.

“My apologies.” Chu Wanning says stiffly, turning his attention back to the notes on his tablet.

Xie Fengya doesn’t respond to his words, instead scrolling on his laptop as he reads something. “Our professor said we can’t use the same sources when making our arguments. Who will you be referencing?”

Chu Wanning hates using theory. He understands why he must, but he would much rather refer to what has worked in practice and expand upon that with his own two hands. However, with how his ambitions and goals have grown since entering university, it has become necessary.

“I felt the study the professor has us read in week four has some promise regarding building momentum. Although, I do think it would need a second motor if that were the route we went down.” Chu Wanning says, sketching out a rough demonstration to show Xie Fengya.

The other man frowns as he looks at it. “Would that work practically?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“The professor encouraged us to not try and build any physical prototypes for this project.” Chu Wanning responds. “Besides, the equipment needed would be too costly.”

Xie Fengya takes a moment to stare at the apartment around him, his expression making it clear that, based on the fact that Chu Wanning lives in a two-bedroom apartment as a university student, he doesn’t think Chu Wanning needs to worry about cash.

“Hm.” Is what he says at last, his tone flat.

The rest of the session goes well enough, Chu Wanning and Xie Fengya largely ignoring one another, unless it’s to check in on the other and make sure they’re still on the same page about who’s tackling what parts of the project.

Soon enough, the sun has travelled across the sky, and it has reached the time that Chu Wanning had wanted Xie Fengya out of his apartment by. Mo Ran still needs to cook dinner at a reasonable time, after all, and Chu Wanning already knows that his younger brother will want to calm himself down before he starts cooking.

Xie Fengya packs his laptop and notes away into his bag and gets up from the table.

“We can email later to discuss when our schedules next align.” He says, sounding like he’d rather slam a car door on his fingers than spend another second in Chu Wanning’s presence.

“Indeed.” Chu Wanning responds, making his way over to the front door and opening it for the man. “I hope you get home safely.” He adds stiltedly, remembering Xue Zhengyong’s advice on how he should talk to others.

Xie Fengya blinks in surprise, but he doesn’t give any other acknowledgement of Chu Wanning’s words as he slips on his shoes and jacket, before heading out of the front door.

Chu Wanning lets the door swing shut behind the man with a click. He can feel the warm presence behind him even before he turns around, the hair at the nape of his neck fluttering from the hot and damp breaths against his skin.

He turns around slowly, opening his mouth to say something. Whatever words he was about to say fizzle out of his brain as Mo Ran leans over and seals his lips to Chu Wanning’s.

Despite himself, he lets out a muffled whimper at the sensation of his brother’s tongue plunging into his mouth, lapping against the ridged roof. Their tongues slide slickly over one another, twining around each other in a dance that only the two of them know.

Mo Ran’s hands rest on his hips, big and warm even through Chu Wanning’s layers. He shivers a little, inadvertently moving closer to the other man, seeking the warmth emanating from the broad body in front of him. His younger brother has always run much hotter than he does, with Chu Wanning being persistently sensitive to cold, his hands often freezing even when he wears gloves.

He supposes it makes sense, given their different builds, but he can’t help but feel jealous that Mo Ran can walk around in shorts even during the dead of winter. Mo Ran has always been delighted by their difference in temperature, claiming that the two of them were made to fit together. It’s a ridiculous and unscientific sentiment, but that doesn’t stop Chu Wanning’s heart from fluttering every time he’s shivering from the cold, and Mo Ran drapes his big warm body over him. Somehow, despite him kicking off his blankets every night, he never has any issue when Mo Ran is wrapped around him like an octopus.

Mo Ran’s thumbs rub in circles against his hips, little motions that cause his skin to tingle, even through the fabric of his clothing.

“Baobei…” He breathes out against Chu Wanning’s lips, his mouth less than a centimetre from the older man’s, as if he cannot bear to be apart from Chu Wanning. One of his hands comes up to cup Chu Wanning’s face, his palm resting over his older brother’s too-sharp jawline, forever cursed with only having peach fuzz, no matter how many years Chu Wanning has been on testosterone.

Chu Wanning flushes, his face turning sharply away from his brother’s. His ears feel hot, and he can tell from the way Mo Ran gently pinches his earlobe (an action that causes him to let out a sharp and gusty gasp) that they’re probably stained red right now. “Who are you calling baobei…” He mutters.

It doesn’t matter that they’re… like this. Chu Wanning had known for a long time that he had some measure of feeling for his little brother that went beyond simple familial love. He never quite had the name for it when he was younger, nothing concrete to label it with. All he had known was that he would feel a hot and ugly squeezing in his gut whenever he saw Mo Ran flirting with others.

When he had looked it up online (in a private browser, of course, and after de-activating the parental controls that allowed his adoptive father to see what had been searched on the Wi-Fi), many of the forums had said it wasn’t uncommon for children from foster care backgrounds to feel protective of their family members. Chu Wanning had been more than ready to deal with that. He had always known that his younger brother was far more social than him, and although it made sense that he would want to keep his only family member close, he knew that was unfair. He didn’t need to foolishly act like some kind of jealous monster, wanting to hoard Mo Ran all to himself.

Of course, as Mo Ran had grown, so too had that protective and jealous instinct had grown into something a little more worrying. Something that he knew he had to keep tightly sealed under lock and key. He honestly would have turned himself in, or at the very least sent Mo Ran away, terrified of his perversions somehow infecting his little brother, if not for the fact that he didn’t think Mo Ran would ever really recover if he had done that.

He had done his utmost to be a good and caring older brother, locking his repulsive feelings away, knowing that even if not for their familial relation, or the difference in age, he would still never stand a chance with Mo Ran. His brother is gorgeous, and friendly, and is skilled in more than just one area of life. He’s the son-in-law any parent would dream of having. So, Chu Wanning quietly stood to the side and watched, knowing that some day his younger brother would bring someone home to meet him, and on that day, Chu Wanning’s delicate glass heart would shatter.

Until last year, when Mo Ran had come home late from hanging out with his friends from school. It was far later than he had said he’d be back, and Chu Wanning had been sitting at the kitchen table, his eyes heavy with exhaustion from staying up so late. The wantons he had made for Mo Ran’s dinner had grown cold, the broth congealed. His little brother’s face was flushed, which Chu Wanning had initially assumed was due to the cold, but he had quickly realised that from the way Mo Ran was stumbling, and how hazy his eyes were, that he had been drinking.

Chu Wanning had flown into a rage the moment he saw Mo Ran’s tipsy state, dragging him over to sit at the counter and immediately making him drink a glass of water. He’d scolded the teen harshly, reminding him how stupid and foolish it was to be drinking while his brain was still developing. He put the wantons in the microwave, heating them up so that the carbohydrates might help soak up the alcohol and prevent Mo Ran’s hangover the next morning from being too egregious. He had been halfway through asking Mo Ran if there had at least been some adult supervision, when his little brother had suddenly cupped his face and yanked him in for a kiss.

The kiss had been clumsy and confusing, sharp with the taste of alcohol that was far too bitter for Chu wanning’s picky tastebuds. Their teeth clacked together so hard that he had felt his skull rattle, and his lips had bruised under Mo Ran’s forceful motions. By the time Chu Wanning had gathered himself enough to push his little brother off him and worriedly begun fussing over him to make sure that the boy hadn’t hit his head or something, his lips were tender and a little swollen.

After several minutes of Chu Wanning testing his younger brother’s faculties, making sure he wasn’t hallucinating or drugged, Chu Wanning had finally accepted that yes, Mo Ran had deliberately kissed him, and yes, Mo Ran had been aware that he was kissing Chu Wanning.

It had taken another week of Mo Ran begging his brother to understand that the older man hadn’t somehow infected his little brother with his sick perversions before Chu Wanning had stopped trying to make arrangements for Mo Ran to live with Xue Zhengyong. By the end of the month, Chu Wanning had reluctantly even conceded to enter into an intimate relationship with Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning is under no delusions about his relationship with his younger brother. He knows that one of these days, Mo Ran will realise he’s far too good for his ugly and cold older brother. He will move on from Chu Wanning, and Chu Wanning will be left alone. He comforts himself with the knowledge that he will at the very least have these memories that Mo Ran gifts him with.

Mo Ran insists that no one compares to Chu Wanning. Chu Wanning can agree with this. No one is as ugly as him. No one is as useless as looking after themselves as he is. No one is as difficult to talk to as him. No one is as needy as him.

When Mo Ran says such sweet words to Chu Wanning, when he cups his face in his hand like he’s doing now, and whispers out ‘baobei’ in that tone, looking at Chu Wanning as if he is the only person who matters to him, it pricks into his tender heart like golden thorns. He knows Mo Ran doesn’t mean to hurt him; but it’s cruel, nevertheless. It makes it easy to think that the two of them really will be together forever. Such delusions will only harm him in the long run, but Chu Wanning is a weak man.

He allows Mo Ran to kiss along the line of his neck until their mouths connect once more, and his body falls into the younger man’s, slackening against him. It’s easier like this. Mo Ran doesn’t talk so much, and Chu Wanning can allow himself to drown in the sensations, forget what awaits them in the future. He can feel his core growing hotter under Mo Ran’s assault on his mouth. His boxers feel shamefully slick.

Chu Wanning’s eyes flutter closed as he feels himself get tugged forwards against his brother’s firm chest. Mo Ran uses his knee to knock the older man’s legs wider before slipping his thigh between them. Chu Wanning keens out a whimpering moan into Mo Ran's mouth. The muscle presses deliciously against his crotch, and he humps down against that thick warmth despite himself. The seam of his trousers presses against his engorged clit.

There's a sparking and delicious heat already building in his groin as he clumsily humps against his younger brother's leg, small and stuck whimpers slipping from his lips and into Mo Ran's mouth. His fists tighten in the material of Mo Ran's t-shirt, and he spares a distant thought to wondering if he's stretching the fabric. It's the kind of thing Mo Ran warns him about when he catches Chu Wanning tucking himself into a ball, his knees inside of his sweater.

The hand that still rests on Chu Wanning’s hip helps guide his graceless puppy-humping into something smoother, something that makes his breaths catch in his throat, punched-out little moans dripping into Mo Ran’s mouth every time his clit rubs against the warmth between his legs.

Mo Ran pulls back from the kiss, huffing out a soft laugh as Chu Wanning whines in dismayed confusion. His thumb strokes against Chu Wanning’s cheek, like he’s trying to comfort the older man. As if Chu Wanning is some delicate thing at risk of breaking.

“Do you want to come like this, da-ge?” Mo Ran asks, his voice low and rich, sending shivers down Chu Wanning’s spine.

Chu Wanning’s eyes snap open in shock, and his brows yank together into a sharp frown. “Don’t just say things like that!” He tries to sound authoritative. His breathlessness and the fact that even now, he cannot stop wantonly humping against his brother’s leg makes it come out like he’s a scandalised maiden instead.

Mo Ran’s eyes flick down to where the older man is still grinding against him. “My apologies.” He says, sounding utterly insincere. He pushes his thigh upwards, lips twitching into a smirk as his older brother lets out a yelping moan. “Should I fuck you like this? Right next to the doorway?”

“Stop saying foolish things.” Chu Wanning hisses out in response. “That would be indecent.”

That draws a sharp bark of laughter out of Mo Ran. He smiles at his older brother, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that makes Chu Wanning want to clap his hands over them, so his little brother stops looking at him in such a way. It makes his heart flutter in a manner that seems incongruent with the situation they’re currently in.

“Of course, da-ge, my mistake.” He agrees, too easily by far. Like he’s humouring his big brother in a ridiculous request. He leans back in to kiss Chu Wanning once more, his teeth tugging the older man’s lower lip. Not that there’s much there to tug, Chu Wanning supposes. He wonders sometimes if Mo Ran finds it uncomfortable to kiss him because his lips are so thin. Mo Ran hardly has thick lips, but there is at the very least some small measure of plushness to them that makes Chu Wanning enjoy daringly swiping his tongue over them.

As he does that very action, cat-pink tongue running along his little brother’s bottom lip, Mo Ran lets out a sound that sounds like a growl and a moan fused together and then crashed into a wall. His hand tightens against Chu Wanning’s hip. There’ll probably be bruises of the teen’s fingerprints there for days to come. That thought probably shouldn’t thrill Chu Wanning as much as it does. When the day comes, and Mo Ran leaves him, he hopes his brother will do him a kindness and leave bruises to remember him by.

Chu Wanning ruts against the thigh between his legs. His t-dick is hard and pulsing in his boxers, the clitoral hood pulled back. The little nub of his clit rubs against the fabric, sending sharp stabs of pleasure into his gut, the friction adding a dimension of pain that only makes Chu Wanning wetter.

It’s humiliating. Chu Wanning should be less easy than this. When he first went onto testosterone and was forced to suffer through the indignity of needing to cram his hands down his underwear every other hour, he had constantly reassured himself that he wasn’t really a slut, he was just suffering as he adjusted to his new hormonal levels. Mo Ran proved him wrong. It turns out Chu Wanning really is a slut, soaking through his boxers while he humps his little brother’s thigh in the entryway to their apartment.

Chu Wanning can already feel that he’s shamefully close to cumming, and he thinks Mo Ran can tell from the way their kiss grows more feverish. His brother’s hand on his hip stops him from speeding up as he chases down the sensation of his orgasm. Chu Wanning knows why Mo Ran does it, knows he’s humiliated himself many times before due to him exhausting himself and breaking into tears when his body gave out before he could finish. It doesn’t stop him from making a petulant noise and opening his eyes to glare at Mo Ran.

His younger brother’s eyes are closed as he tenderly kisses Chu Wanning, his long eyelashes fanned out over sun-kissed cheekbones. He really is beautiful. Chu Wanning feels his heart squeeze in his chest at the sight. Chu Wanning timidly moves one of his hands from where it’s been scrunched up in Mo Ran’s t-shirt to rest it against the teen’s cheek. He scrunches his eyes up into a determined furrow as he ignores the way Mo Ran pauses at the touch.

Chu Wanning runs his tongue against the sharp white of Mo Ran’s canines. He knows from experience that the younger man’s teeth are sharp enough to break and bruise his skin. His thighs squeeze around Mo Ran’s at the memory, pressing even more harshly against his clit.

He pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath; his head tipping forwards until his forehead rests against Mo Ran’s nose. He pants quietly as he keeps rutting against the warm muscle, the slide in his boxers made smooth with slick. He can feel the muscles in his abdomen jump as his cunt clenches around nothing, wishing that it was stuffed full. His thighs are shaking. He can feel the heat rising in his core, a great tsunami coming to crash over him as he humps his way to completion against his little brother’s thigh.

When he comes, it’s quiet. Chu Wanning’s teeth sink into his lower lip, and he tenses all over while he trembles like he’s just been dunked into an ice bath. Mo Ran’s hands on him are a grounding presence as he breathes heavily through his nose, his breaths reedy and whistling.

Mo Ran’s lips press against his forehead, like he’s a child in need of comforting. The indignity of it makes Chu Wanning flush an angry red, but he doesn’t have the energy to reprimand the younger man.

“Well done.” Mo Ran murmurs into the heated air between them. It’s humiliating, being praised for something so easy that any dog can do it without training or instruction. It should be humiliating. Chu Wanning must be more relaxed from his orgasm than he thought he was. That’s the only possible reason as to why hearing those words leave his younger brother’s lips makes his shoulders slump, his body practically melting against Mo Ran’s. The hand on his face moves to rest against his back, rubbing big warm circles against it.

“Do you think you’ll want to go for a second round?” Mo Ran enquires, his voice too tender and too earnest for the question being asked.

Chu Wanning feels his cheeks flush red. “You haven’t…” He nods down to Mo Ran’s crotch. The fabric there is tenting noticeably.

“I can take care of that by myself, da-ge.” Mo Ran says gently. “You don’t need to feel like you owe me anything.”

“I want to help, though.” Chu Wanning says at last, his voice very embarrassed and very quiet. It spills out into the air of the room like a drop of water touching a serene lake. He feels the ripples spread out.

The atmosphere turns from relaxed and intimate to charged in a second, and Chu Wanning doesn’t have time to protest before he finds himself scooped up into his younger brother’s arms, being carried towards the bedrooms like a blushing bride. Though he supposes a blushing bride probably wouldn’t be slapping her husband’s chest and trying to wriggle away from him like he’s currently doing with Mo Ran.

Mo Ran stops for a moment as he reaches their bedroom doors, glancing between them. Chu Wanning’s door is cracked open slightly, his bed visible. His sheets are unmade and rumpled, the fitted sheet having somehow pulled itself off of one corner in the night. The fleece mattress topper underneath is visible. His bed is littered in spare machinery parts, little bits of sharp scrap metal catching the light of his bedside lamp.

Mo Ran shakes his head and carries them into his bedroom. His bed is neat; his duvet folded back to air the bedding out. He has an ugly plushie of a husky sat neatly by his pillows, its poorly stuffed legs propped up under its body, so it looks for all the world as if it’s guarding Mo Ran’s bed.

“You really should throw that thing away.” Chu Wanning mutters, eyeing the sad stuffed toy. It stares back at him with ugly, beady eyes.

“How can I get rid of a gift that da-ge made me?” Mo Ran says dramatically, making a sound as if he’s been wounded.

The toy was a product of when Huaizui tried to get Chu Wanning into sewing, hoping that pushing Chu Wanning towards more ‘ladylike’ passions would ‘cure him of his ridiculous delusions’. Sewing had seemed an obvious choice. Chu Wanning had already showed talent with his understanding of machinery, and frequently bought broken devices with his pocket money to see if he could fix them.

Huaizui had hoped that Chu Wanning would be good at doing intricate and detailed work, what with him being able to fit the small mechanisms back into the right places when working with his gadgets. This had not been the case.

After a week of Chu Wanning stabbing himself in the finger (and one hospital visit, when he was using the sewing machine and managed to get a finger under the presser foot, resulting in the needle stabbing through his nail and getting lodged in there), all he had managed to make was an ugly stuffed toy husky. Perhaps he should have started with an easier pattern from the book Huaizui gave him, but huskies were Mo Ran’s favourite dog, so…

He had intended to throw the stupid thing in the bin, but Mo Ran had caught him in the act. Upon learning what it was, he had begun sobbing, begging Chu Wanning to let him have it. His cheeks, red and dripping with glossy tears, had made Chu Wanning’s heart melt, and he had been forced to hand the toy over. At least Huaizui hadn’t made Chu Wanning keep sewing after that. He seemed to be willing to accept it was a losing battle.

Chu Wanning could not have possibly anticipated that eight years later, Mo Ran would still have the stupid thing. He wishes he could travel back in time and throw it in the trash where it belongs.

“At the very least, put it elsewhere before you…” He cuts himself off, his cheeks dusting pink.

Mo Ran hums in agreement, dropping Chu Wanning down on the bed. He sinks into the memory foam mattress. It’s nothing like the shitty spring mattress he has. Mo Ran keeps telling him he should get a better mattress, seeing as Chu Wanning wakes up every morning with a sore back. As if he’s an old man, rather than being twenty-two years old. Mo Ran has yet to win that particular argument. Chu Wanning knows he doesn't deserve better. (And perhaps, shamefully, he likes that when he complains of back pain, it gives him an excuse to be cajoled into sharing a bed with his little brother. As if it's something he needs to be persuaded into. As if he isn't desperate for it. As if he isn't pathetically and totally needy for his younger brother.)

He watches as his younger brother picks up the plushie and sets it on his bedside table. Its limbs sprawl out under it, leaving it slumped flat. It almost looks as if it’s peeking over the edge of the table at the pair of them. Chu Wanning turns away from it with a huff, rather than voice that thought aloud. He doesn’t need Mo Ran to start teasing him again, asking if he ‘likes the idea of someone watching us, huh baobei?’, as if Chu Wanning would ever willingly subject anyone else to the sight of his naked body.

Mo Ran hovers over Chu Wanning for a moment, his eyes hungrily roving over his older brother’s laid out body. Chu Wanning has to fight the urge to curl up in a ball and cover himself up.

“Let’s get these off, da-ge.” Mo Ran says, reaching out and beginning to ruck up Chu Wanning’s shirt, exposing his pale and slender stomach. Right under his bellybutton, there’s a small and wispy trail of dark hairs leading under the waistband of his trousers. He wants to shave them off sometimes, but then he remembers when the two of them are curled up in bed together – when Mo Ran will slip his hand up his pyjama shirt and rest his hand on Chu Wanning’s tummy, smoothing his thumb along the wiry hairs, like he’s petting a cat.

Chu Wanning props himself up on his elbows while Mo Ran unbuttons his shirt, revealing his skin bit by bit, until finally the shirt is fully undone, slipping down off of Chu Wanning’s shoulders and pooling in the crook of his elbows.

With his torso exposed, Mo Ran reaches out and runs his fingertips along the crescent scars on his chest. The scar tissue there is still slightly raised, still sometimes twinges in odd ways, but they’ve overall healed very nicely. Sometimes Chu Wanning worries that Mo Ran wishes he’d had a chance to see his older brother naked before he got top surgery, but Mo Ran has never complained, so Chu Wanning won’t bring it up.

Chu Wanning awkwardly detangles himself from his shirt and throws it off into the corner of the room somewhere. Mo Ran’s lips twitch into a faintly disapproving frown. Chu Wanning’s sure that he’ll end up getting up and putting it into the laundry basket later.

Mo Ran’s hands trail down to grab hold of Chu Wanning’s hips, raising them up so that he can scoot underneath and prop them up in his younger brother's lap. Chu Wanning flushes a light pink at the positioning. It darkens to a red as he realises that the hard shape pressing against his buttock is not Mo Ran’s phone.

The younger man gets to work unbuckling Chu Wanning’s belt, sliding it off with a ‘shhh’ noise. Once it’s tugged out of the loops, he wraps it around itself neatly and drops it on the bedding next to them. He moves to pop open Chu Wanning’s fly, and the older man sharply slaps his hand away.

“I can take off my trousers. I’m not a child.” Chu Wanning hisses out. He opens his fly and hooks his thumbs into the waistbands of his trousers and his boxers, determined to make the humiliation of being stripped naked as short as possible. Mo Ran seems set on unwrapping him like a present, as if Chu Wanning isn’t the equivalent of one of those stupid jokes Xue Zhengyong likes to play, pulling back layer upon layer of wrapping paper until it’s revealed that the gift was nothing more than a packet of gum.

He pulls his thighs up to his chest as he wriggles his trousers and boxers down the length of his legs, not wishing to accidentally kick the teen in the face, or something else equally embarrassing. Mo Ran makes a noise like he’s been punched in the gut when Chu Wanning has managed to pull them down to his mid-thigh, and Chu Wanning pauses, startled.

“Is something wrong?” Chu Wanning asks.

“‘Is something wrong?’, he asks…” Mo Ran repeats to himself wonderingly, half under his breath. “Baobei, do you have any clue what you do to me?” One of his hand slips between Chu Wanning’s thighs as he speaks, petting the damp curls there. His knuckle butts up against the hard jut of Chu Wanning’s swollen clit, and the older man whimpers at the sensation.

“Let me take off my underwear before you start doing that!” Chu Wanning hisses, jerkily continuing to drag his clothing off his body. When he reaches the crook of his knees, he pauses for a moment before moving his lower legs to be at a ninety-degree angle. Mo Ran makes a vaguely choked sound at the motion. Chu Wanning valiantly elects to ignore this, dragging the articles of clothing down his calves before kicking them off of his feet.

His hands move to tug off his socks, but Mo Ran grabs his wrist to stop him.

“…Leave them on.” Mo Ran says, swallowing thickly.

“It looks ridiculous!” Chu Wanning objects. They’re not even ‘sexy’ socks, like the kind Mo Ran has made him wear before. They’re just regular black socks, with a little dragon embroidered on each ankle. He’ll look stupid, laid bare with his socks still on.

“Trust me, da-ge. It really doesn’t.” Mo Ran says, grabbing hold of one of Chu Wanning’s thighs and giving it a squeeze. “Won’t you keep them on? For your A-Ran?” He coos.

“Don’t use such childish nicknames for yourself.” Chu Wanning reprimands, reluctantly withdrawing his hands and keeping the socks on. Sometimes it’s better to just let Mo Ran have his way with these things.

“Thank you baobei.” Mo Ran smiles at Chu Wanning, so bright that he almost feels like he’s staring up at the sun. He plants a kiss on his big brother’s calf, laughing aloud as Chu Wanning’s foot snaps out in an effort to kick him.

Mo Ran shifts the two of them so that Chu Wanning’s head is resting on a pillow, and then he moves away from Chu Wanning, dropping his hips out of his lap. Chu Wanning tries not to shiver at the loss of his personal heater, but he doesn’t think he succeeds. His nipples are pebbled, even though the radiator is on in Mo Ran’s room.

Mo Ran drops down until his head is between Chu Wanning’s thighs. It takes Chu Wanning a second to realise what Mo Ran is planning to do.

“I thought I was going to help you?” Chu Wanning questions. (He does not whine, thank you very much.)

“And you will, baobei, but I need to stretch you first.” Mo Ran replies, gently rubbing his thumb over Chu Wanning’s clit. His older brother jolts violently at the stimulation. Chu Wanning’s clit is puffy and engorged, his hood pulled back and the nub of his clit twitching in the cold air of Mo Ran’s bedroom.

Chu Wanning was someone who experienced a pretty large amount of bottom growth after going on testosterone, his t-dick finally halting its growth at roughly eight centimetres. Mo Ran has been fascinated with it since he first saw it, often slipping his hand into Chu Wanning’s boxers and taking his clit between his index and middle finger, moving them back and forwards in the same kind of motion he uses when jerking himself off. He also really likes to su–

“–Unhhh!” Chu Wanning moans out, snapped from his reverie as Mo Ran wraps his lips around the older man’s clit, sucking on it like it’s any other cock. His tongue laps against the nub of his clit, causing Chu Wanning’s thighs to spasm at such direct stimulation.

One of his hands scrabbles down to take hold of Mo Ran’s hair, the dark locks standing out sharply against the paleness of the older man’s skin. His hips buck down reflexively at the sensation of his t-dick getting suckled on.

One of Mo Ran’s hand begins poking at the heat between his thighs, his fingers tracing along the edge of Chu Wanning’s folds, picking up the slickness caked on there from when he came in his pants earlier. As his brother’s tongue runs up from the base to the tip of his clit, Chu Wanning feels a finger press into his entrance.

There’s the slightest moment of resistance as his body reacts to an intrusion before it quickly settles, well trained to the sensation of Mo Ran inside him. Sometimes, he wonders if his body would happily give in, even if he was trying to fight Mo Ran off. He tries to ignore those thoughts, and the awful heat they cause to pool in his stomach.

A second finger is quickly added to the first. The stretch this time is a little more intense, perhaps bordering onto painful, but that feeling only serves to stoke the flames of Chu Wanning’s arousal.

His fingers press into the gummy pink walls of Chu Wanning’s cunt, slick squelching out of his hole as it’s forced out by Mo Ran’s digits invading his body. Chu Wanning can feel how slimy Mo Ran’s knuckles are as his fingers sink in as deep as they possibly can, and he tries not to cringe. Mo Ran hates getting messy. Chu Wanning honestly wonders how his younger brother can put up with how filthy Chu Wanning’s body is.

Mo Ran’s fingertips press against Chu Wanning’s g-spot, and he lets out a quavering moan, his back arching as he chases the feeling. It doesn’t feel the same as when the blunt head of Mo Ran’s cock presses against it, but it still feels good. The teen’s tongue swirls around Chu Wanning’s clit, and the chuckle he lets out as Chu Wanning frantically shakes his head from side to side reverberates through his pussy.

Mo Ran brings a third finger to Chu Wanning’s entrance and spends a moment gently circling it around the rim, giving the older man time to ready himself for the stretch. He eases the third finger in; his knuckles being squeezed together under the tight grip of Chu Wanning’s cunt.

Once all three fingers are fully in to the hilt, he begins to fuck them in and out of his brother’s cunt slowly, spending time pulling them apart from one another, stretching his pussy out to be ready for the hot and thick length of Mo Ran’s cock to push Chu Wanning’s pussy to its limits.

Sometimes he wonders why Mo Ran bothers being jealous over him at all. Going beyond the unfortunate nature of Chu Wanning’s appearance and the fact that a lot of the men who like other men won’t necessarily be okay with Chu Wanning’s… equipment, he shamefully thinks sometimes that he would never be fully satisfied by anyone smaller than Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning can still get off with his own fingers, or by humping something like he did earlier, but it really doesn’t compare to the feeling of Mo Ran’s hot length splitting his pussy open. Plus, Mo Ran’s dick is fairly unique in appearance. Chu Wanning wonders if before Mo Ran leaves him, he’d be willing to do a cast of his dick. It’s a shameless thought, one that Chu Wanning shoves off a cliff whenever he has it, but he has looked on the market, and it doesn’t seem like anyone sells dildos that look like that. It’s surprising, really, considering just how odd some of those dildos get.

Mo Ran begins to speed his fingers up once more, turning slick into a slurry as he fucks in and out of Chu Wanning’s pussy, filling the room up with squelching noises. His cheeks hollow as he sucks on his older brother’s t-dick, and Chu Wanning’s hips jerk up in response before being held in place by Mo Ran’s free hand.

He pulls off Chu Wanning’s clit, causing Chu Wanning to make a betrayed noise as he looks down the length of his body to see why his younger brother is depriving him of his mouth. His breath catches. Mo Ran’s mouth is shiny with slick, and he can see the muscles in his forearm shifting as he fucks his fingers in and out of Chu Wanning’s sloppy hole. His lips hover over the older man’s clit, as if it’s killing him to have stopped for even a moment.

“Are you about to come, baobei?” Mo Ran enquires, his breath gusting warm over Chu Wanning’s sensitive t-dick. It twitches.

Chu Wanning nods quickly. He can feel that he’s almost there. All he’ll need is Mo Ran’s mouth back on his clit and he knows he’ll be coming in thirty seconds or less.

“Call me gege, and I’ll let you come.” Mo Ran says.

Chu Wanning’s cheeks flush red in humiliation. He doesn’t know why he’s shocked, frankly. Mo Ran does this every time, works Chu Wanning up to his limit, and then asks him to do that. As if it isn’t stupid and embarrassing. As if Chu Wanning doesn’t eventually end up giving in every time, crumpling up into a small ball as he begs for his gege to let him come.

Not this time. Chu Wanning huffs. “It doesn’t even make sense,” he protests, his hips squirming. He wonders if he might be able to come from internal stimulation alone, from nothing but his little brother’s fingers inside of him, “I’m older than you!”

“But you look so much prettier saying it than I do.” Mo Ran hums, a wide smile on his face. “C’mon, baobei, A-Nin–” He cuts off sharply as Chu Wanning remembers the grip he has in his little brother’s hair and yanks on it.

“I’m not saying it.” Chu Wanning hisses out, his chest hot with righteous indignation. He’s so close, he thinks he’s really about to come–

“That’s a shame.” Mo Ran replies, halting the movements of his fingers. Chu Wanning wails, his body all wound up, only for his release stolen from him at the last second.

“Mo Ran!” Chu Wanning cries out, trying to fuck himself down onto Mo Ran’s fingers.

“What, did you really think I didn’t notice how close you were?” Mo Ran chuckles, withdrawing his fingers from Chu Wanning’s dripping cunt. Slick hangs off his fingers like sticky strands of spider’s webbing. He wipes his fingers against the duvet before standing up.

Despite himself, Chu Wanning makes a small whimpering noise at the thought of Mo Ran just abandoning him like this, his defences stripped bare in the wake of his denied orgasm.

“Don’t worry baobei, just getting undressed.” Mo Ran says with a smile, tugging his t-shirt off. Chu Wanning takes a moment to greedily admire the tanned and sculpted plains of the younger man’s body. The skin on his torso is slightly lighter than the rest of him, a tan line faint but visible on his arms. It’s been too cold for Mo Ran to work out shirtless like he does in summer, so his tan has become uneven. It might, selfishly, be one of Chu Wanning’s favourite things about winter.

Mo Ran pops open the fly of his jeans and tugs them off, leaving himself in only his boxers. He winks at Chu Wanning before hooking his thumbs into the waistband, slowly dragging them down. It should look ridiculous. God knows that if Chu Wanning did it, it would look ridiculous. Instead, Chu Wanning finds himself swallowing convulsively as he watches the waistband slowly inch down, revealing his pubes, then the root of his cock, the thick shaft straining at the elastic until it’s been dragged down far enough that Mo Ran’s cock pings up. It bobs in the air, red and flushed with arousal. Precum is beading at the tip. Mo Ran shifts, and there is a glint as metal catches light.

Along the base of Mo Ran’s shaft, there are three barbells pierced through the skin. Chu Wanning has no idea where his younger brother got them done. He’s checked online, and he knows that people are supposed to be eighteen before getting piercings… down there, and when he asked Mo Ran, the fool just said that he trusted the guy who did it. He’s also not sure when he got them done, because the teen already had them done before their first time, and according to the blogs he’s read, you’re supposed to wait up to nine months before engaging in intercourse. It’s all very worrying. It really makes Chu Wanning wonder if he’s fit to be a guardian, if he didn’t notice his little brother getting piercings on his genitals.

It's hard to get on a high horse about it with Mo Ran though, because the younger man just loves to tease Chu Wanning about how he ‘clearly enjoys them far too much to be nitpicking like this’. It’s not untrue. The feeling of the metal dragging against his sensitive walls never fails to make Chu Wanning breathless. Mo Ran has suggested the idea of getting more piercings, but Chu Wanning always tells him that it would be unnecessary. He refuses to admit that it’s actually because he’s not sure if he could cope with not being able to sleep with Mo Ran while it heals.

Mo Ran pulls his boxers all the way down before stepping out of them, picking up his jeans from the floor and walking over to the laundry bin. Chu Wanning hears Mo Ran pad over to where he had lobbed his shirt earlier and has to supress a small smile as he hears his younger brother pick it up to take to the bin too.

Mo Ran returns to where Chu Wanning is laying supine on the bed, his thighs parted with wetness glistening between them. The younger man wraps a hand around his length and pumps it lazily as he moves to kneel between Chu Wanning’s legs. Like this, with his eyes half lidded, lazily roaming over the older man’s exposed form, he looks like an emperor trying to decide if his concubine is worth it or not.

Chu Wanning turns his face away, embarrassed by his own thoughts. He makes eye contact with the huskie plushie on Mo Ran’s bedside table. Its black and beady eyes glint at him, looking uncomfortably like it knows what’s going on. He quickly turns his gaze away.

“Are you ready, baobei?” Mo Ran asks, one hand smoothing along Chu Wanning’s milk-pale thigh.

“Just get on with it.” Chu Wanning snaps, his cheeks flushed red.

Mo Ran chuckles to himself, raising up Chu Wanning’s hips a little before taking himself in hand and leading his cock to his older brother’s fluttering entrance. He circles his tip around the dripping entrance, gathering up the slick there and smearing it over his cockhead. He presses it briefly against Chu Wanning’s throbbing t-dick, and lets out a sharp bark of laughter when Chu Wanning jolts at the sensation.

“Just giving my da-ge a kiss.” Mo Ran says sweetly.

“Don’t say such perverted things.” Chu Wanning hisses in response, bristling like an offended cat.

“Doesn’t my baobei like his didi kissing him?” Mo Ran coos out, dragging his cock down to fuck shallowly into Chu Wanning’s cunt, not enough for any real pleasure, just enough for his body to be able to feel something dipping inside him, sampling his warmth.

“Stop saying things like thaaaah–” Chu Wanning breaks himself off with a moan as Mo Ran thrusts inside of him, his cock bullying its way inside of Chu Wanning’s wet walls.

“Saying things like what, baobei?” Mo ran hums, fucking his dick in deeper. Chu Wanning knows from experience that if he looked down right now, he would see a faint bulge where the younger man’s cock currently is. His pussy clenches around the intrusion. As if in response, Mo Ran’s member jolts an inch deeper, as if he can’t help but slip deeper inside of his big brother’s twitching and spasming walls.

Mo Ran’s hands dig into Chu Wanning’s waist, the flesh giving under his firm grip. With a final push, he buries himself fully inside of the older man’s cunt. They both take a moment to adjust to the sensations. Chu Wanning can feel his pussy tightening around his younger brother’s girth, attempting to accept the thickness that has just been forced inside of his tight cunt. He can feel the undeniable shape of Mo Ran’s piercings pressing into Chu Wanning’s gummy walls. He wonders if they’ve carved out divots inside of him, a desire path that will last long after Mo Ran gets bored of him.

Chu Wanning blinks up at Mo Ran, feeling uncomfortably exposed as Mo Ran meets it and smiles at him. “You can move.” He says softly.

Mo Ran’s hands come up to grab under Chu Wanning’s knees, pushing them back until they meet his chest, folding him in half. Like this, Mo Ran feels impossibly deep inside of Chu Wanning, the tip of his dick crammed up against his cervix.

“Hold those in place for me?” Mo Ran asks. Chu Wanning doesn’t even think before listening to his little brother’s command, holding his thighs to his chest. His socked feet rest on Mo Ran’s shoulders. “Good boy.” He purrs out, not giving Chu Wanning a chance to object the words before his hands return to Chu Wanning’s waist and he begins to thrust in and out of his older brother’s pliant body.

Chu Wanning moans helplessly, a high and reedy thing as his mushy walls are pummelled by the younger man’s cock. His insides feel battered already, Mo Ran fucking him like he wants to hammer his shape into Chu Wanning’s insides, create a permanent home inside of the older man.

His balls slap against Chu Wanning’s ass, sending small stings of pain jolting through him as his little brother fucks him brutally.

“Wish I could’ve done this earlier– Fuck–” Mo ran pants out, harshly thrusting into Chu Wanning over and over again, churning up his insides with each powerful thrust. There’s a wet slapping sound that fills the room, squelching and so loud it makes Chu Wanning’s toes curl with shame and something else that he doesn’t want to name. He can feel the slick gushing out of him, overflowing from his sloppy cunt as his little brother pounds into him, his wanton moans echoing off the walls.

“Should’ve taken you over that table right in front of him, let him see just how good you can be if someone’s actually worthy of it–” Mo Ran pants out. Chu Wanning can’t even understand what he’s saying, who he’s referring to. He finds it a little hard to follow the conversation thread when his brother is currently doing his level best to fuck Chu Wanning so hard that his brains will melt out of his ears.

Chu Wanning squirms pitifully, overwhelmed by the sensation of that fat cock plunging in and out of his pussy. He can feel the strings of slick that cling to his younger brother’s shaft every time he pulls out, dripping over his chubby pussy lips, quickly cooling once they’re no longer being kept warm and safe inside of Chu Wanning’s cunt.

He bounces against the mattress with every thrust, his moans turning pitchy and desperate as he gets railed by Mo Ran. He can feel the slick inside him being turned into a froth, bubbling around the rim of Chu Wanning’s entrance.

Chu Wanning can feel his orgasm coming, intense and fast like an oncoming train. His core feels like it’s melting.

“Ngh– Close–” Chu Wanning gasps out, his eyes becoming wet with tears, dripping down his temples and soaking into his hairline. He stares up at his little brother through hazy eyes.

“Call me gege and I’ll let you come.” Mo Ran says, the same as he always does. Chu Wanning’s lips press tightly together, remembering how determined he had been earlier that he would resist tonight, that he wouldn’t humiliate himself in such a way.

Mo Ran slows down slightly, his hips beginning to rock at a more sedate pace. Chu Wanning wails in frustration, terror clawing at his insides at the idea that Mo Ran won’t let him finish.

“No, no!” He sobs out, thrashing his head from side to side. “Please let me come, gege! I’ll be so good, please!”

Mo Ran’s grin is sharp. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you, baobei? Do whatever gege asks you to, right?” His thrusts pick up once more, hammering into the deepest parts of Chu Wanning. One of his hands moves from Chu Wanning’s waist to press against Chu Wanning’s clit. He pinches the older man’s t-dick between his thumb and forefinger and begins to jerk it in time with his thrusts.

Chu Wanning moans at the stimulation, his cunt squeezing tight around his little brother’s thick shaft. “Th–aahh–nk you gege!” He wails, his thighs trembling wildly as pleasure shocks through his body.

“C’mon, let gege see you come.” Mo Ran coaxes, smiling down at Chu Wanning indulgently, as if there’s anything endearing about seeing Chu Wanning’s pale skin with a blotchy red flush spread over it.

When he comes, it feels like a firework went off in his head. His core tenses up, desperately trying to suck Mo Ran inside him as deep as possible. Slick gushes from him, dripping down his asscrack and soaking into his pubes. His walls flutter around the younger man’s girth, desperately enticing Mo Ran into pumping his load inside.

He collapses back against the bed, panting and shaking. His hands slip from where they were holding his thighs in place to fall limp at his sides. His legs drop down to rest in the crooks of Mo Ran’s arms. He hears a ringing in his ears like a bomb went off.

Mo Ran lets go of his clit and leans bodily against Chu Wanning, using his bulk to pin the older man in place. “Well done.” He praises sincerely. Chu Wanning can’t help but smile a little, preening at the praise. “Now gege will give you your reward, alright?”

It’s only as he begins to draw back, and a dim and foggy part of Chu Wanning’s mind registers that Mo Ran is still hard – that he hasn’t helped Mo Ran yet like he’d offered to – that Chu Wanning registers what’s about to happen.

Mo Ran begins to thrust furiously into Chu Wanning, making his cunt squelch loudly around him with each thrust. It’s clear from the way his hips are snapping into the older man, from the way that he bangs against his older brother’s cervix with too much force for it to truly feel pleasurable, that the younger man is close to coming.

Chu Wanning lets out a broken moan, biting down on his lip to stifle the cries from overstimulation that threaten to break free. His cunt clenches rhythmically around Mo Ran’s cock, unsure if it wants to keep him out or hold him in. Chu Wanning’s face is scrunched up, his eyes shut tight as he shudders under his little brother’s body.

“Fuck, baobei, I’m gonna come–” Mo Ran bites out, his nails digging into the flesh of Chu Wanning’s waist. “You want that, want gege to fill you up?”

Chu Wanning nods frantically. “Uh huh–” He manages to whimper out, his stomach muscles jumping. His socked feet kick uselessly in the air. “Please come in me–” His face is flushed, and there is something in the back of his mind calling him pathetic, indecent, shameless, but that voice feels very small right now. Right now, he feels warm and safe, and he can’t really remember why propriety should matter when he’s making Mo Ran feel good.

Mo Ran thrusts all the way in and stays there, his breaths coming out in harsh pants as he spills inside of Chu Wanning, flooding his insides with his hot load. He collapses against his older brother, and Chu Wanning reaches up to wrap his arms around the younger man, tucking the teen’s head into the crook of his neck.

“Love you.” Mo Ran mutters into Chu Wanning’s sweaty skin. Chu Wanning can’t imagine he smells very good right now, but holds himself back from saying it. Mo Ran will just make some dumb joke about how Chu Wanning smells like flowers, the same as he always does.

“…you too.” Chu Wanning says stiffly, his cheeks blazing red. He feels his little brother grin against his neck.