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The first time Mo Ran hears it, he thinks it’s a mistake.

After all, these are communal showers, they’re dorm showers, and although everyone who passes through here is a grown man who understands that people have their needs, there’s also a certain degree of respect that they all hold for public facilities—and for each other—that very kindly reminds them not to jack off in the half-exposed stalls while other students are bathing.

(If you really needed to, there was an abandoned restroom on the fourth floor that had become a popular hookup spot, or if not, your bed and a box of tissues while your roommates were out for class would just have to do.)

In the few years that Mo Ran’s been coming here, late-night showers after late-night ventures included, he’s surprisingly never had the misfortune of running into someone who was in the middle of fucking their own left hand out in the open, and for that, he’s grateful. He’d very much like to stay grateful too, so yes, this has to be a mistake. 

The person in the next cubicle had probably just stubbed his toe, or scratched his eye, or slipped on a little pool of shampoo and accidentally let out a strange noise. That’s all.

That should be all, but then, Mo Ran hears it again.

“Ah—!”

It’s clearer this time, the sharp gasp bouncing off the walls of the bathroom and straight into Mo Ran’s itchy ears, the sound of it coming out slightly muffled too, like it had just escaped through tightly-bitten lips.

Not quite tight enough, Mo Ran notes, unconsciously tugging his own lip between his two front teeth, and to be honest, at this point, he’s more impressed than he is irked.

As far he can tell, they’re the only two people in here, they’ve been the only two people in here for a while now, and as much as he wants to try and convince himself that maybe, maybe, this guy just didn’t realise that Mo Ran has been right beside him all along, he highly doubts that his off-key singing a minute ago had somehow gone unheard.

There’s no way he doesn’t know I’m here, yet he still…  

As if on cue, there’s another high-pitched breath, hot air hitching in the man’s throat before it dissolves into a deliciously ragged whimper that drags itself out, long and laboured and fucking lewd as it clings onto the wet floor and crawls its way over to Mo Ran like it’s begging to be noticed.

A dangerous thought crosses Mo Ran’s mind then.

Could it be… he’s doing it on purpose?

Making such ambiguous noises, doing it in such a conspicuous place, letting the whole damn world know what fun he’s getting up to behind flimsy doors and spraying water… 

Mo Ran hides a vicious grin under his fist. It’s almost like he’s asking for it.

It isn’t a formal invitation, though, and believe it or not, Mo Ran isn’t desperate enough to impose his presence on just about anyone, especially not when there’s a possibility that this person could actually be someone he knows, or worse, someone he hates.

He’s got a long list of people he hates, and an even longer list of people who hate him, so, as thrilling as this entire situation seems, Mo Ran isn’t going to take his chances here. 

Instead, like the well-mannered young man that he is, Mo Ran will simply forget everything he’s heard so far, he’ll quickly wrap up his shower and quietly sneak out, so that, at the very least, he can do this poor guy a favour and let him finish himself off in peace.

And he’s about to, he really is, he swears he is, because he knows this isn’t any of his business, this isn’t something he should meddle in, this isn’t the time or place to be messing around at all, and this has absolutely nothing to do with him—

“Mmh, Mo Ran…”

The bar of soap in Mo Ran’s hand snaps in half.

What. 

The. 

Fuck?

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the actual fuck?!

I’m not imagining it, right? Mo Ran thinks, hopes, because if he is, then he’s seriously got one hell of an imagination, coming up with a scene that sounds like it just jumped straight out of a bad porno. But if he isn’t, and this is real, this is real, then who the hell is on the other side of this wall, having the audacity to use him as wanking material while he’s standing right here?!

This… Well… No…

Could it just be a coincidence? 

I mean, sure, he’s never met anyone else named Mo Ran before, and yeah, no one around here has a habit of showering as late as him, and okay, this just happens to be the exact cubicle that he uses at this exact time of this exact day every single week because it’s right after his routine workout session, and oh my god, it’s not a coincidence!

Mo Ran doesn’t know what to feel. Should he be flattered? Concerned? Flattered and concerned? No, hold on, doesn’t this mean he has some kind of obsessive stalker?!

Nangong Si would laugh at him. Shi Mei would urge him to report it. Ye Wangxi would probably already be in the next stall, beating this guy to a sad pulp, and Xue Meng would just tell Mo Ran that a stalker should be the least of his worries with the way he’s always fooling around so much.

But Mo Ran…

He buries his head in his hands.

Why the fuck am I getting hard right now?

He must be insane, completely out of his mind even, because there’s a stranger following him to the showers in the middle of the night just to masturbate right beside him, and he likes it. He actually fucking likes it, it’s turning him on, and the next thing he knows, Mo Ran is bursting out of his stall and heading next door to see just who—

“…Chu Wanning?”

The Chu Wanning in question is standing with his back to the wall, a hand between his legs and the other in his mouth, wide eyes as red as the blush that covers his entire face when he looks up at Mo Ran in horror, and holy shit.

“Chu Wanning?” Mo Ran says with more doubt. “It’s actually you, Chu Wanning? No fucking way. I don’t believe it.”

Now, Mo Ran is certain this is a mistake. How could a person like Chu Wanning be doing something like this? How could he be doing something like this towards Mo Ran?

See, if Mo Ran had to write out that long, long list of people who hate him, who despise him, who want him to die in a ditch and never be found—Chu Wanning’s name would be at the very top, and likewise, Mo Ran would be at the top of his. 

They don’t know each other, not really, not at all even, and at most, the only thing they can actually say is that they’d crossed paths for a period of time that neither of them particularly want to look back on.

To put it simply, Chu Wanning only existed to put the ‘ass’ in teaching assistant—not in a good way, mind you, though he wasn’t exactly lacking in that department, if we’re being honest—and Mo Ran happened to be a hotshot freshman who was hell-bent on being just as much of a pain for him too.

That first year was a fucking mess.

Although the Mo Ran now is old enough, mature enough, well grown out of his stupid post-teenage rebellion phase enough to admit that he himself was largely at fault for all the trouble he caused Chu Wanning back then, it still doesn’t change the fact that he did what he did, and he’d never apologised for it either.

It was a general studies class that Mo Ran never had to take again after (just barely) passing it, so he and Chu Wanning simply didn’t have a chance, or reason, to meet again after that. 

Two whole years have passed since then, and unless Mo Ran had unknowingly made amends with Chu Wanning in that time, unless he’d also somehow given this person the crazy idea that Mo Ran wasn’t his greatest enemy but someone for him to be interested in to this extent, then he has no idea how or why this is happening right now.

But he doesn’t have the time to figure it out, because for whatever reason it may be, Chu Wanning is there; he’s naked, he’s shaking, and softly, so softly, he’s saying, “M–Mo Ran, you’re here…”

At his voice, Mo Ran’s dick twitches.

He shuts his eyes, bows his head.

…Damn you, hormones.

When Mo Ran faces forward again, Chu Wanning has attempted to straighten himself out, to make it look like there was nothing out of the ordinary going on here, but there’s no point now.

Mo Ran has seen it all, he’s heard it all, and he definitely isn’t going to let Chu Wanning get out of this one so easily.

One way or another, I’m gonna find out why you’re doing this to me, Chu Wanning.

“Yeah, I’m here,” Mo Ran replies finally, taking a step forward, just enough to have Chu Wanning cowering into the corner of the cubicle. “Didn’t you call for me? Saying my name so sweetly like that… Of course I had to come.”

Chu Wanning’s face flushes even deeper. “I wasn’t…”

“You weren’t calling me?” 

Stopping in place, Mo Ran nods solemnly. “Ah, is that so? I must’ve misheard you then. It’s my mistake. If that’s the case, I guess I’ll just leave—”

“No!”

The protest echoes in the narrow space, settling in the air between them, thick with unresolved tension, and again, Mo Ran steps right through it.

“No?” he repeats; deliberate, taunting. “No, what?”

Chu Wanning’s throat bobs with a shaky gulp, and even if he wants to hide from Mo Ran now, there’s nowhere left for him to go. “No, I… I was calling you… No, I mean, I did call your name, but I… I didn’t mean for you to hear it…”

With every word, Chu Wanning grows quieter and quieter, his body shrinks further and further, and for someone who was so daringly letting out all kinds of dirty sounds earlier, he isn’t exactly all that much now, is he?

Once more, Mo Ran takes Chu Wanning’s words and throws them right back at him. “You didn’t mean for me to hear it?” he laughs, unconvinced. “Really? Is that what you think?”

Chu Wanning only nods, slow.

“Well, should I tell you what I think?”

Surprisingly, Chu Wanning nods again, slower.

…So obedient.

“I think you did want me to hear it,” Mo Ran whispers then, coming closer, closer, close enough that he’s able to reach out to Chu Wanning. “I think you came here and made all that noise on purpose just so I would hear how much of a whore you are; picturing me in the shower while you’re touching yourself, moaning my name around your own fingers until you get my attention…”

Mo Ran lifts his hand, and Chu Wanning flinches.

But instead of a fist around his throat, a stinging slap across his cheek, there’s only a temporary lull in the heated atmosphere, then belatedly, embarrassingly, Chu Wanning realises that Mo Ran had just gone to turn the running tap off.

…Oh.

Without the veil of water separating them, Mo Ran can see Chu Wanning even clearer now, and ah, what a sight this is.

His cold eyes have turned helpless with humiliation, his harsh mouth has gone silent with words he can’t bring himself to say, he’s radiating reluctance with all his might, yet his body so wonderfully betrays how he truly feels about Mo Ran here.

A breathy chuckle passes Mo Ran’s lips.

“You’ve certainly got my attention now, Chu-laoshi.”

The address seems to touch a nerve, and any strength, any sense, Chu Wanning has left is instantly gathered in his right palm as he moves to shove Mo Ran in the shoulder.

“You’re shameless!” he scolds, but Mo Ran only catches his hand before Chu Wanning can try to hit him again.

“I’m shameless?” Mo Ran scoffs back, his smiling gaze darker than it was before, and it makes Chu Wanning shudder. “How laughable. I’ve only just said a few silly words and Chu-laoshi is calling me shameless, when just earlier, he was the one who was crying out my name like a fucking pervert.”

Chu Wanning’s thin frame trembles violently, his pupils shaking with what looks like anger. “Don’t call me that…”

“What? A pervert? Or laoshi?” 

Mo Ran pulls at his wrist, forcing Chu Wanning to reach down and palm at his own erection, to feel his arousal and accept it for what it really is. “Look how hard you are right now, Chu-laoshi. Does it make you feel bad, hmm? Being a pervert who gets turned on by his student in such a filthy way?”

“Mo Ran, stop it.”

“What should I call you then?” 

Mo Ran is relentless in his pestering, and Chu Wanning doesn’t even have to look to know that his poor, numb hand is now being used like it’s a toy, some kind of disgusting sleeve, and worst of all, it’s being used on himself.  

The combination of Mo Ran’s burning fingers slotted between his icy ones is almost too much to bear, and although he tries not to, Chu Wanning can’t help but buck his hips as their joined hands smear precum all over his swollen length, pumping up and down in perfect time with each of Mo Ran’s next words.

“Xuezhang? Ge? Or, maybe…” 

Mo Ran stills his hand. “Wanning?”

Chu Wanning’s cock jumps, and Mo Ran knows he’s hit the jackpot.

“Wanning, Wanning, Wanning… You’re too mean.” 

Leaning down to murmur complaints into the bare skin of Chu Wanning’s chest, Mo Ran speaks his name like he’s said it a million times over in his lifetime; trailing dainty, barely-there kisses across his ribs, tracing the place where his heart rests, and without warning, Mo Ran flicks a hot tongue over one of Chu Wanning’s nipples. 

“Hngh!”

“You made it sound like you wanted me, like you needed me—” Mo Ran pinches the base of Chu Wanning’s dick; scrapes his teeth against a stiff bud. “But now that I’m actually here, you’re just pushing me away.”

“I didn’t…” 

Chu Wanning squirms, trying to wrench his body free, but his hasty motions only send him further into Mo Ran’s tormenting hold, and he makes a frustrated noise. 

“I told you already, I didn’t mean for you to hear it, Mo Ran. I wasn’t, ah, expecting you to be here tonight, I wasn’t trying to get your attention or whatever it is you said too, and I—nnh, I didn’t even want you to come to me, alright?”

Alright?

Alright?

As if.

This hard-to-get, push-and-pull act has been fun, and it was pretty cute even, especially coming from a stoic person like this Chu-laoshi, but Mo Ran is becoming impatient. 

It won’t be long before the kids with the weak bladders and the wet dreams start coming in for their midnight toilet run, which will no doubt scare Chu Wanning and what little bravado he has off completely, and no fucking offense, but there’s no way in hell Mo Ran is leaving this place with blue balls.

“It’s fine if you won’t admit it,” Mo Ran decides then, taking matters into his own hands since Chu Wanning won’t be the first to do it. “If that’s how it’s gonna be, then let’s just say I’m only interpreting this how I want, yeah?”

“Huh…?” 

“Let’s just say, right here, right now, that this is all on me, this is all my fault, and you never wanted any of this. I just got too far ahead of myself, I couldn’t control my own urges, I’m the animal who came onto you out of nowhere, and if it makes you feel better, whatever is about to happen from this moment, whatever has happened up until now too, every last bit of it—you can just blame it all on me, alright, Wanning?”

“Mo Ran, what are you trying to—”

In one swift move, Mo Ran lifts Chu Wanning by the waist, pushing him up against the tiled wall so that his legs have no choice but to wrap around Mo Ran’s hips for support, and his arms have nowhere to land but the span of Mo Ran’s broad shoulders, and his throbbing crotch is pressed flush against Mo Ran’s stomach, leaking cock and all.

“If you wanted me to play the bad guy this much…”

Mo Ran yanks Chu Wanning’s head back by his hair.

“All you had to do was ask, baobei.”

Whatever Chu Wanning is about to say in response to that is immediately swallowed into Mo Ran’s open mouth. His words, his thoughts, his very fucking being is swept away by the wet tongue that pries his teeth apart as easily as Mo Ran’s roaming hands find their way to his waiting ass.

Mo Ran squeezes once, rough calluses against supple skin, the tip of a finger grazing the edge of his hole, and Chu Wanning cries out in surprise, in pleasure, that damned voice of his slipping out at the worst possible moment.

“Mo Ran—!”

Chu Wanning convulses in Mo Ran’s arms; eyes pressing shut, mouth popping open, back arching right up off the wall, and even as he’s gasping for air and grasping at nothing, the obvious aftershocks of an orgasm rocking his body, it still takes a good, hard minute for Mo Ran to realise what had just happened here.

“…Wanning, you came just from that?”

Paralysed by the release that’s been building up in his gut the entire night, Chu Wanning pays no mind to the tactless question. He only vaguely registers a low, “Fuck, that’s so hot,” by his ear, followed by the faint feeling of fingers rubbing into the sticky liquid splattered on his belly. 

As if he’s never seen a man come untouched—at least, not like that—Mo Ran seems to be in genuine awe of Chu Wanning, spreading his cum around in aimless, curious circles like he’s painting a masterpiece, and the unusual, almost sensual touch makes Chu Wanning moan his name out loud again without meaning to.

“There you go,” Mo Ran praises, riding the tremors of his tone where he’s begun sucking bruises into Chu Wanning’s unmarked collar. “Doesn’t it feel better to let your voice out like this? To let everyone hear how naughty you are? How desperate? Wouldn’t it be good to let them all know that you’re nothing but a pretty little cockslut who’s dying to be fucked by me?”

The vulgar words bring Chu Wanning back to reality, and he only gives a stifled sob in answer, furiously shaking his head while his still-sensitive dick jolts in undeniable interest, so stubbornly refusing to just let himself go the way he clearly wants to. 

What a strange, strange person. He enjoys being treated without care, but then he wails and whines like he wants you to console him after.

Luckily for Chu Wanning, Mo Ran is a star at both.

“Come on, didn’t you want me to hear you?” is Mo Ran’s attempt at encouraging Chu Wanning then, feeding the honeyed words directly into his pink-tinted ear, a tender hand generously jerking his cock to get him up and going again. “I’m listening now, Wanning. I’ll listen to everything you have to say, so don’t be afraid and just give it all to me.”

Amazingly, it works. 

When Mo Ran kisses him again, Chu Wanning lets out a sound so hungry, so carnal, so raw that Mo Ran is sure it’ll make a permanent home in the far recesses of his despicable mind, carefully stored away for a rainy day or a lonely night.

He kisses Chu Wanning, and this time, Chu Wanning is brave enough to kiss him back, clumsily crashing into his lips as he tries his best to replicate how Mo Ran had kissed him earlier. 

He’s terrible at this, Mo Ran notices. Am I his first kiss?

The idea excites Mo Ran more than he cares to admit, and to show his appreciation, he makes sure to double his efforts towards the eager Chu Wanning, returning his sloppy, frenzied kiss until they’re both aching and out of breath.

“Such loose lips,” Mo Ran teases, playfully biting at Chu Wanning when the man starts getting too restless. “You were putting up such a tough front earlier, but just a little bit of coaxing and you’re opening up for me right away.”

His hand wanders lower to slip back under Chu Wanning’s ass, cupping the round cheeks in both his palms now, and he hums out: “I wonder if you’re loose down here too?”

Provoked yet again, Chu Wanning argues, “I’m not.”

“No?”

“No,” Chu Wanning insists, but when Mo Ran gives his hole an experimental prod, the tight ring of muscle already wet and warm and fluttering around his touch, an entire half of his finger slides in with little resistance, and Mo Ran arches a suspicious eyebrow at Chu Wanning.

“That…” 

Caught in a lie, and not the first one tonight, Chu Wanning has the right mind to give up and just grind his hips down onto Mo Ran’s thick digit instead, pathetically trying to push it deeper inside of him. “Just… Just a bit,” he admits. “I just did it a bit earlier.” 

“A bit?” Mo Ran muses as he presses another long finger in alongside the first, drawing a beautiful groan from the man, and he revels in the feeling of Chu Wanning’s body slowly but surely stretching open for him. “You’re already this soft, already sucking my fingers in this well, and you dare say you just did it a bit?”

“Ngh, just shut up and put another one in, will you?”

Three fingers knuckle-deep, with just enough room for a fourth, and there’s still no sign of discomfort from Chu Wanning, no pointless rejection like before either, the man only quietly panting as he anticipates Mo Ran’s next move. 

Thinking back to how long it’s been since he came in to shower, Mo Ran mentally estimates the current time, considers the circumstances, and he figures this will have to do for now.

Setting Chu Wanning back down on his feet, Mo Ran pats his thigh twice and says, “Baobei, ass up and hands on the wall for me.” 

But Chu Wanning doesn’t move, only staring blankly at Mo Ran like he has no intention of doing as he’s told, and Mo Ran has to suppress a sigh.

Is he still trying to be difficult at this point?

“Wanning, I’m not saying this to be mean again, it’s just that it’ll be easier for you if we do it from the back, so can you please—”

Mo Ran cuts himself off abruptly when he comes to the realisation that Chu Wanning’s attention isn’t even on him, but rather…

“Why is it so big?”

Mo Ran sputters out a laugh.

“The question should be: why are you so surprised?” 

Giving Chu Wanning a good view, Mo Ran wraps a hand around himself in a long, lazy stroke, happily watching as those starved, terror-stricken eyes follow the lecherous movement. “Haven’t you seen it before?” he asks directly. “When you peeked at me in the shower?” 

At the accusation, Chu Wanning flares up. “I’ve never peeked at you!”

Funnily enough, Mo Ran believes him. Chu Wanning doesn’t look like he has the guts nor greed to go that far, and it’s a good thing too, because if not, if he’d actually caught Chu Wanning in such a scandalous act, Mo Ran wouldn’t be half as patient as he’s been tonight, and he would’ve long taken this person and torn him in two. 

“Then, do you want to take a closer look at it now?” Mo Ran asks, but he fully expects Chu Wanning to shut down again, to clam up and get embarrassed and try to run away from him like before, but as if he’s accepted his fate here, as if he’s got something to prove too, Chu Wanning suddenly drops to his knees.

“Hey… Just like that?”

Mo Ran grins, but his expression is a bit ugly. “Don’t tell me you’ll get on your knees for anyone who asks, Chu Wanning.”

To his surprise, Chu Wanning actually shakes his head.

His wiggling hips unintentionally mirror the action as he shuffles closer to Mo Ran, and though he can’t quite meet Mo Ran’s gaze properly, can’t quite tear his eyes away from the monstrosity in front of him, Chu Wanning is still determined to tell him, “No, it’s… it’s only for you.”

“Only for me?”

“Only for you,” Chu Wanning promises, more certain of himself now as he takes Mo Ran into his two quivering hands. “I would never do this for anyone but you, Mo Ran.”

Before Mo Ran can even begin to figure out what ‘this’ is, Chu Wanning darts forward to place an awkward, fumbling peck on the tip of his cock the way he did when he kissed Mo Ran earlier. 

Then, like he’s worried it’s not enough, it’s not enough, he sticks his tongue out and slowly, he kitten-licks at the head until he can get used to the taste, until he can wrap his lips around it and push it far enough into his mouth without coughing. 

His pink cheeks bulge as he finds his rhythm, head bobbing up and down the slippery shaft, slick fingers earnestly working up whatever bit he can’t manage to reach, and—

“Haha.”

Chu Wanning freezes.

He stops, he stumbles back, he practically falls flat on his ass like a sad fucking loser, because for some reason, Mo Ran is laughing.

He’s laughing, he’s laughing, he won’t stop fucking laughing, and hot, angry tears begin to well up in the corners of Chu Wanning’s eyes at the awful sound, threatening to spill out onto his reddened face, but then, he hears:

“Wanning ah, how did it take me this long to find a treasure like you?”

Shock floods Chu Wanning’s face, quickly replaced by alternating shades of confusion, disbelief, shame, and finally—relief, relief, but it doesn’t last long. Mo Ran doesn’t let it.

In just a second, Mo Ran had closed the gap between them. His hands clasp firmly behind Chu Wanning’s head and he rams his cock right back into the man’s slack jaw, pushing it all the way to the hilt in one go despite the immediate gag that Chu Wanning painfully chokes out.

“Puah!”

That familiar sting returns to the back of Chu Wanning’s eyelids, but he holds it, relaxing his throat to allow Mo Ran in deeper, tasting salt on his tongue and fire in his lungs. 

“Breathe through your nose, Wanning,” Mo Ran guides gently, a stark, scary contrast to the ruthless way he’s rutting his hips against Chu Wanning’s face over and over. 

Chu Wanning does as instructed, his chest rising and falling haphazardly, and the fierce grip on his head loosens. 

“Yeah, that’s good,” Mo Ran showers Chu Wanning with mindless compliments as he scratches at his scalp like he would a cat, fingers getting tangled in his dark hair. “You’re doing so well, baobei, so good for me. Your lips look so pretty around my cock, all shiny and red like that. I love it. Don’t you love it too? Having your mouth fucked raw? Being stuffed all the way down to your throat?”

There’s no verbal answer, only a weak whine that seeps out with the spit dripping down his chin, but Chu Wanning’s cheeks hollow out against Mo Ran, the insides of his mouth clinging to the scorching skin like he’s trying to suck the life right out of Mo Ran, and Mo Ran nearly keels over.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Mo Ran grunts, the muscles in his thighs growing taut as he quickens his pace. “Just a bit more now, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good. Such a perfect little mouth pussy and it’s all mine to ruin, isn’t it?”

Chu Wanning stares up at Mo Ran desperately, eyes strained and pleading, like he’s begging to be defiled, to be taken apart and turned inside out, so who is Mo Ran to deny him that?

Smiling, Mo Ran brushes a gentle thumb over Chu Wanning’s beautiful, hopeless face, and he promises him, “Don’t worry. I’ll make a real good mess out of you.”

Mo Ran thrusts his cock back in one last time; deep, hard, burying himself as far as he can into Chu Wanning, tearing his lips apart at the seams, and with a loud gasp, he’s coming. 

Thick, hot cum spills out into Chu Wanning’s aching throat, the taste of MoRanMoRanMoRan filling up his battered mouth until there’s nowhere left that’s untainted by the man. His seed leaks out at the corners of Chu Wanning’s lips, an obscene fucking sight that he’ll cherish for days, and when Mo Ran finally pulls out, Chu Wanning moves to swallow it all down.

“Hey—”

Mo Ran grabs his face, digging into his cheeks. “Spit it out.”

Chu Wanning clamps his jaw shut, shakes his head.

“Wanning,” Mo Ran stresses, squeezing harder. “I said, spit it out.”

Conflicted, and rather uncertain whether this is some sort of a test or a genuine order, Chu Wanning endures the weird, icky sensation in his mouth for a minute longer before he caves in and hesitantly slides his tongue out, a mix of semen and saliva dribbling into Mo Ran’s open palm.

Afterwards, Chu Wanning almost looks disappointed.

Mo Ran snickers to himself, pulling Chu Wanning up with his clean hand and tugging him close. “Don’t make such a sad face now,” he coaxes, peppering kisses across Chu Wanning’s frown. “It’s only your first time, kitten. Next time, I’ll feed you as much milk as you like, alright?”

But Chu Wanning sniffles out something that sounds like an objection, and immediately, Mo Ran sinks a sharp canine into his lip in dissatisfaction. “What? You don’t want it?”

“No,” Chu Wanning starts to say, resuming his innocent and wounded act again, it seemed, but what he tells Mo Ran next is almost too impossible to believe: “I don’t want it next time…” 

“…Hm?”

Taking Mo Ran’s hand from around his waist, Chu Wanning presses it to his empty belly instead. “Now. Here.” He nuzzles his face into Mo Ran’s neck. “I want it all inside of me, Mo Ran.”

The air suddenly stiffens, as does Mo Ran, both figuratively and literally, a wave of heat already rushing back to his groin where he hadn’t even begun to soften yet. 

He stands there dazedly, having to process the startling sentence once, twice, three whole fucking times before he can come back to his senses, and as soon as he does, his nails claw into Chu Wanning’s stomach like a starving beast.

“Greedy little bitch.” 

Mo Ran doesn’t waste a second before his cum-slick hand shoves itself back into Chu Wanning’s ignored hole, four fingers splitting him open at once, and it tears a guttural scream from the older man.

“Wait—!”

“Wait?” Mo Ran growls, impatience burning in his voice, in his gut, in the hot breath that hisses against Chu Wanning’s crimson ears. “Don’t make me laugh. I was gonna be nice and let you off with that blowjob since you did so well, but now, you’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”

He crooks his fingers further, just shy of a spot that would send those perfect shivers down Chu Wanning’s spine again, and god, he’d do anything to feel that electric pleasure course through their two bodies once more.

Like a starved animal, Mo Ran licks a torturous, wet stripe along the side of Chu Wanning’s neck, calmly telling him: “I’m done waiting. You’ve toyed with me more than enough tonight, I’ve let you have your fun, and now, it’s my turn to play.”

“Mo Ran…”

“Chu Wanning.”

Vicious lips settle over a bony shoulder. 

“Stop being a brat and behave while I fuck you.”

Mo Ran bites down on Chu Wanning—teeth cutting into his skin just enough to distract him from the searing ache that shoots through his bottom when Mo Ran’s hand is replaced by something longer, harder, hotter. 

“Ugh!”

Chu Wanning’s knees buckle like jelly under his weight, startled from the sudden feeling of fullness, and the only thing that’s keeping him upright is the fact that Mo Ran has him pinned to the cold wall again; a hand against his nape, his face against the tiles.

“Shit, you’re tight.”

Even with all the preparation, Mo Ran is too big.

It’s something he’d usually take pride in, happily slicing his way through bodies without a care, but right now, Chu Wanning is tense and stiff and damn near cutting off his blood circulation with how uncomfortable he clearly is and for some reason, it makes Mo Ran feel terrible.

“Relax for me, baobei,” Mo Ran says then, his voice coming out gentler than he means it to, the heat from earlier ebbing away like it had never been there, and it helps. 

He feels Chu Wanning’s taut muscles start to loosen under his touch, and he takes another mouthful of the man’s flesh between his teeth, tongue lapping at the spot he’d torn into before. “Good boy. Just breathe. Let me in.”

It takes a minute, but eventually, the soft insides of Chu Wanning’s ass begin molding around Mo Ran’s shape, giving way like it’s built just for him, like it’s been waiting this whole time for him to claim it and make it his, and now, all Mo Ran wants is to fucking move.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Mo Ran asks when he’s finally able to drag himself out, only getting halfway before he feels the urge to slam back in, driving his entire cock deep into Chu Wanning’s gorgeous body. “Everything you’ve done tonight, all those dirty little tricks of yours, it was all to get my dick inside you, wasn’t it?”

Chu Wanning’s back arches as he pushes himself towards Mo Ran, hips banging against Mo Ran’s own, and a loud cry makes its way past his parted lips, mixed in with breathless pants that seem vaguely like an agreement.

Mo Ran tugs on Chu Wanning’s chin, twisting his head back to lock their lips together in a numbing, messy kiss, feeding desperately on each and every beautiful sound that spills into his mouth, but it’s not nearly enough. 

“Use your words, Wanning,” he urges. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me and I’ll make you feel good.”

“I want it,” Chu Wanning gasps into Mo Ran’s kiss, his face sticky with tears and sweat as he’s fucked against the wall, the pink tips of his nipples turning red where they’re rubbing painfully across the cold tiles. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you, Mo Ran. Always wanted you to…”

“Wanted me to do what?”

“Wanted you to hear me, to see me, to… Ahn! To come and fuck me in the showers just like this, to take my body and use me however you like.”

…Motherfuck—

Instantly, Mo Ran’s mood turns volatile again, nails clawing into Chu Wanning’s hips as he pummels into him without pause, stretching his hole so wide that it seems like it might never close up again.

“To use you however I like?”

He yanks Chu Wanning’s hand in his and presses their two palms to the curve of his stomach, right where the swollen tip of his cock bulges out obscenely with every thrust he gives.

“Then, what if I fill you up here like you asked, huh? What if I pump you full of my cum? Stuff you with my cock and fuck you until you’re leaking? Plug you up all nice and tight so you can get pregnant and have my babies?”

Chu Wanning moans, shaky hand gripping his tummy like he’s picturing it, ass clenching around Mo Ran like he’s trying to milk him right there and then. “You can,” he says, completely delirious now. “God, you can do anything you want to me, Mo Ran. Fuck me. Fill me up. Give me your babies.” 

Mo Ran doesn’t need to be told twice, flipping Chu Wanning over and lifting him up around his waist again so he can watch his cock all but tear straight through this thin, pretty stomach that he’ll paint white with his seed and breed with his children.

“So fucking needy,” Mo Ran spits, gnawing on Chu Wanning’s swollen lips, kneading his firm ass in his hands, hard enough to bruise. “How did you survive this long without me?”

He snaps his hips up and out, pulling Chu Wanning down onto him at the same time, and the sharp angle lets him hit a place deep inside that he hadn’t quite reached before.

Chu Wanning lurches forward, catching himself around Mo Ran’s neck as the air is knocked right out of his lungs.

“Mo Ran—” He’s out of breath, voice hoarse in Mo Ran’s ear, ass rolling down on its own. “There. Again. Please.”

Mo Ran grinds into that spot once more, feeling Chu Wanning’s limbs start to tremble around him as his second orgasm builds up, and Mo Ran figures he isn’t far behind, the wet heat of Chu Wanning’s cunt bringing him closer to the edge.

“Does that feel good, Wanning?” 

“Feels good,” Chu Wanning slurs, tongue lolling out in search of Mo Ran’s mouth like he can’t live without it anymore, practically melting against him when their lips meet in yet another blazing kiss. “Feels so good, Mo Ran.”

“Yeah?” Mo Ran indulges Chu Wanning, taking his time with his sweet mouth, pulling and biting and sucking, corrupting his lungs until Mo Ran becomes the only thing Chu Wanning will need to breathe. “What’s good about it, baobei?”

“You’re so big.”

“Mm, and?”

“You’re, ngh, filling me up, haah, so well,” Chu Wanning says through broken gasps, sinking as far down onto Mo Ran’s thick cock as he can go. “I can feel you everywhere. All the way inside— Oh! Yes, there. I like it there.”

Weak to praise, Mo Ran pounds into Chu Wanning so roughly that even he’s starting to see stars, eyes turning glassy at the sight of such a beautiful body bouncing above him.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck— You’re driving me insane, Chu Wanning. I wanna eat you up. Keep you all to myself. Lock you in here forever and never let anyone come near you again. No one can look at you. No one can touch you. No one can ever even fucking think about you from now on. Only me.”

“Only you,” Chu Wanning agrees. “No one but you, Mo Ran.”

His breath catches in a wail, high and piercing, as Mo Ran’s pace hastens, his thrusts becoming reckless and frantic as both of them ache for release. Chu Wanning’s hole grips Mo Ran harder with every pump, Mo Ran’s balls tighten to the point of throbbing, their sweaty, soap-slick chests stick together as they’re pushed closer, closer, closer—

The bathroom door swings open and bangs against the wall.

Muffled voices fill the air from the urinals by the entrance.

In three short seconds, Mo Ran has locked the cubicle, stuffed his hand against Chu Wanning’s mouth and turned the shower back on.

“What the fu… Hey, who’s in there?!”

Panic rises in Chu Wanning’s widened eyes, his body starting to squirm away, and Mo Ran can feel his mouth moving underneath his palm to speak, probably to say something stupid like, ‘Let’s stop before we get caught.’

Mo Ran cuts him off before he can.

“Don’t even think about it, sweetheart,” Mo Ran tuts in Chu Wanning’s ear, too soft for the people outside to hear him over the spray of the shower. “Just stay quiet, leave them be, and they’ll get out of here soon enough.”

“But— Mmph!”

“I said, quiet now.” 

Mo Ran’s other hand comes around to squeeze Chu Wanning’s trembling cock in warning. “Or were you lying when you said I was the only one who’s allowed to hear you?”

That shuts Chu Wanning up real nice, his muffled squeaks of protest almost immediately melting into a single, silent whimper, and he has the right sense to only shake his head in answer this time.

“You sure?” Mo Ran’s hooded gaze turns away from Chu Wanning, doubtful. “I don’t know if I believe you, though… Sounds to me like you want to put on a show for those guys out there.”

Unable to say a word in his own defence, Chu Wanning pulls and pinches at Mo Ran’s throat helplessly, an aggrieved look in his eyes that Mo Ran finds awfully adorable, and he can’t help but want to tease the man even more.

Heaving out a long sigh, Mo Ran tells him, “I guess you’ll just have to prove it, then.”

Before Chu Wanning can piece together what Mo Ran means by that, he’s being set down onto his feet, turned at the hips to face the wall again, and as Mo Ran’s cock slides back between his already sore cheeks, Chu Wanning hears him say: 

“Try your best not to scream, ‘kay?”

Wait—!?

It takes everything in Chu Wanning to hold back his voice when Mo Ran enters him again, thick and full and even hotter than before. 

Chu Wanning chokes on his own breath, mouth gaping open in a soundless cry, and tears return to his eyes, pooling in the corners pathetically. They spill out onto his cheeks as he’s rocked against Mo Ran’s burning body, they drip along his chin as he bites down on his tongue to contain himself, and all he can do is hope that the cold water can wash them away before Mo Ran notices.

But nothing seems to get past this Mo Ran, not now and not before either. “Don’t cry, Wanning,” he says, lips warm where they catch Chu Wanning’s tears, voice chilling to the bone where it sings out, “They’ll hear you.”

The reminder only makes it harder for Chu Wanning to keep calm, wanting nothing more than to scream and sob into the safety of Mo Ran’s chest, to hold onto him tight and let himself go, to lose all his sense and rationality in mind-numbing pleasure again. But the presence of unwanted outsiders still weighs heavy on his shoulders, his thoughts anxiously wandering to the people standing just outside this door, worrying about what might happen if they—

“Stop thinking about other people.” 

Mo Ran’s tone right then is low and sharp and demanding. So fucking demanding. Chu Wanning shudders at the sound. 

“Just focus on me,” Mo Ran says, diving down to capture Chu Wanning’s lips again, to steal his attention back, to trap him in that world where only he and Mo Ran exist and never let him leave.

Just focus on me, Mo Ran says, so Chu Wanning turns in his arms and does exactly that.

He pours his unease into Mo Ran’s hungry mouth and lets him lick it all away. He tears his frustration through Mo Ran’s soaking hair and lets him wash it all out. He lays everything he has, everything he is, everything he wants into Mo Ran’s waiting hands and lets him take it all apart.

And Mo Ran takes it, takes all of him, takes everything Chu Wanning is willing to give him and he returns it tenfold, pressing himself further into this perfect person, wishing he could melt their two bodies into one so they could stay like this forever; so they could feel like this forever.

Everything around them fades into the background as Mo Ran fucks Chu Wanning like he’s trying to leave a permanent trace of himself inside him, like a beast marking its territory, a man staking his claim. Chu Wanning allows it, spreading his legs to take in every last inch of Mo Ran’s insatiable cock, all while he litters dozens upon dozens of bites and bruises and scratches across Mo Ran’s skin like he’s desperate to make Mo Ran his as much as he’s becoming Mo Ran’s.

There’s only so long Mo Ran can hold out like that, subject to such a blatant display of possessiveness and the terrifying realisation of how much he likes it, and Chu Wanning is barely hanging on too, short, quick breaths accompanying the whispered, “Mo… Mo Ran, I’m close, I–I can’t take it anymore,” that he manages to stutter out.

“I know, baobei, I know,” Mo Ran murmurs against Chu Wanning’s cheek, harsh strokes picking up a somewhat steady tempo as he drives them both towards climax again, aiming right for the sweet spot that has Chu Wanning writhing underneath him. “Bear with me for just a bit longer. Let’s come together, okay?”

Chu Wanning nods into Mo Ran’s shoulder, tired hands aimlessly grasping at his head to find some sort of tether as he feels all the heat in his body concentrate in the deepest parts of his gut, drawn to the fire that Mo Ran feeds into him, so close to bursting straight out of him.

Mo Ran doesn’t torture either of them any more than he needs to, the familiar feeling of bliss creeping up on him and slipping into the place where he lets his lips meet Chu Wanning’s mouth one last time, their tongues wrapping around each other’s like this is all they’ve ever wanted, and then—they’re coming.

He hears it before he feels it; the piercing cry that breaks Chu Wanning’s well-kept silence, so alike yet so different to the first time Mo Ran had heard him tonight, and he relishes in knowing that all those beautiful sounds are reserved just for him. He hears it, and then he feels it; the rush of white warmth that floods out of his straining cock, quickly surrounded by the fierce pulsing of Chu Wanning’s insides as he rides out his orgasm with Mo Ran, as he drowns himself in satisfaction.

As promised, Mo Ran fills Chu Wanning to the brim, refusing to pull out until Chu Wanning’s belly is swollen with his cum, the fair skin of his stomach covered in the tracks of his own watery release, wrung dry after a long night. And they stay like that for a good while, just breathing each other in, letting the dust settle into the puddles around their wet feet before they have to wash it off and face it. 

Chu Wanning is completely dazed at that point, as expected of someone who’s been fucked senseless like this, only coming back to himself once Mo Ran starts to separate their bodies before they’re too sore to move, and as if he’s just realised something, Chu Wanning suddenly claps a hand over his mouth.

“Mo Ran,” he hisses from behind his fingers, eyes bugged. “Just now, when I– Do you think– Did they hear me?”

Mo Ran has to hold back a snort, an entire laugh even, because after everything, that’s what he’s concerned about?

“Wanning,” Mo Ran exhales, a little louder than he should, and he nearly smacks his skull into the fucking wall when Chu Wanning jumps forward and slaps his other hand over his mouth, grinding out a very (not-so) threatening, “Not so loud, idiot! What if those guys hear you?!”

That…

Pursing his lips, Mo Ran kisses the inside of Chu Wanning’s palm, an offer of peace before he pulls his hand away and admits: “Actually, they already left a long time ago. I heard them run out about a minute or so after I turned the shower back on. They probably thought there was some kind of ghost in here or something.”

Chu Wanning stares at him. His jaw drops open. Then—

“You tricked me!”

“I couldn’t help it!” Mo Ran yelps, doging Chu Wanning’s attacks as best as he can in their slippery conditions, and eventually he grabs the showerhead, pointing it at Chu Wanning as a last line of defence. “You were just too cute, Wanning! And I really was getting jealous, you know! I meant it when I said that I don’t want anyone else to hear you or see you or touch you but me!”

The confession has Chu Wanning stumbling over his own feet, sending him flying straight into Mo Ran’s ever-ready arms, chests colliding and gazes clashing, and as if they hadn’t just had the best sex of their lives two minutes ago, the close contact has them both blushing so red that it looks like their heads might explode.

“…You meant that?” 

Mo Ran coughs. “Did you?”

Chu Wanning looks down at himself, at how he’s quite literally been turned into a living, breathing neon sign that reads: ‘I belong to Mo Ran’, and he grunts, “A little too late to be asking that, no?” 

There’s no response then, Mo Ran just staring at Chu Wanning blankly, like he’s still trying to figure out what the hell is going on here, what the hell has been going on all fucking night, but in the end, the only conclusion he reaches is—

“You like me.”

A goofy, wide grin breaks out on Mo Ran’s handsome face and with a stupid kind of confidence that even Chu Wanning can’t help but be moved by, he repeats, “You like me, Wanning.”

“Shut up.”

“How long have you liked me? Since I was in your class?”

“Well, that’s…”

“Oh, you’ve totally liked me since then,” Mo Ran decides for himself, his blinding smile only getting bigger and bigger as his ego grows with it. “How scandalous, Chu-laoshi! I was so awful to you back then, too. How on earth did you end up falling for me?”

Chu Wanning looks away, grumbling, “I wonder too.”

“What I wonder is, how come your little crush on me turned into this—”

“Mo Ran.”

A bright laugh joins Mo Ran’s sunny expression, and though Chu Wanning will probably never admit it to him…

…He’s really fucking handsome.

“It’s not my fault you forgot all about me after you took that class,” Chu Wanning scoffs, still refusing to meet Mo Ran’s eyes, shame rising to his neck. “I mean, I… I had to get your attention somehow, right?”

He’s prepared for Mo Ran to reject him then. To throw him aside and call him a creep. A stalker. A fucking pervert, as he put it. Even after they’ve gone that far together, Mo Ran can easily turn around and say that it was a mistake, a heat of the moment decision that he wishes he hadn’t made. 

After all, it’s only Chu Wanning who’s been obsessing over him these past two years like a fool. 

It’s only Chu Wanning who’s ever thought about Mo Ran since then.

“You’ve certainly got my attention now, Chu-laoshi,” Mo Ran says, just like he did earlier except it’s softer this time, sweeter almost. “Oh, and I didn’t forget about you, alright? I thought about you all the time.” He pauses. “Well, mostly about how you would probably beat the shit out of me if you ever got the chance, but, I definitely didn’t forget about you, Wanning. I guess it just never crossed my mind that you wouldn’t forget me either.”

Chu Wanning gives him a half-hearted hum in return, forehead landing on his chest, voice barely audible when he says, “You’re the kind of person that’s impossible to forget, Mo Ran.”

Which is why, if tonight is the last time that I see you, then I…

“Luckily you don’t have to worry about that anymore,” Mo Ran cuts in, still dimple-cheeked and starry-eyed, so wonderful, so beautiful, and when he ducks his head to steal a kiss, Chu Wanning lets him. 

When Mo Ran tells him, “I’m gonna make sure you never forget me now. I’m gonna keep you right by my side, make you happy and fuck you so good that all you’ll ever think about is me,” Chu Wanning lets him.

When Mo Ran trails a hand down his body, over his messy cock and into his leaking hole that’s still carrying Mo Ran’s seed, saying, “You’re all mine from now on, baobei. Every inch of you. Inside and out,” Chu Wanning lets him.

When Mo Ran takes him, all of him, everything he’s willing to give, Chu Wanning lets him.

He would let Mo Ran do it again and again and again.

—

The next day, Mo Ran finds himself in a first-year general studies class that he has no business being in, all set up in the front row where no one else dares to sit, listening to vague chatter about ghosts in the boys’ dormitory—cough—and when Chu Wanning enters the lecture hall, he has to do a double take.

“Mo Ran—?!”

“Morning, Chu-laoshi,” Mo Ran says, as casual as a person can be when he’s crashing a class he’s already passed at eight in the morning—no, make that eight-fifteen. “You’re a little late.”

Chu Wanning forces down the corners of his mouth. “I overslept. I was kept up all night.”

“Ah…” Mo Ran nods, masks a grin behind his fist. “By your lover?”

The term seems to shock Chu Wanning enough that he nearly drops the scarily thick textbook he’s holding, just barely managing to balance it in his arms before it can fall onto his precious feet. 

Mo Ran would’ve burned the damn book to ashes if that happened.

“Lo… Lover?”

“Am I wrong?”

“No,” Chu Wanning is quick to say, and this time, he can’t hold back the smile that pulls at his lips. “You’re right. It was my lover.”

Lower, only for Mo Ran’s ears: “You’re my lover, Mo Ran.”

Mo Ran stands, a matching smile on his face as he leans in to tug on Chu Wanning’s tie, toying with the fabric like he’s fixing the knot, twisting his fingers like this is nothing more than what it looks like.

But only Chu Wanning hears him when he says—

“And you’re mine, Wanning.”