Wanning grunts as he sits. His hips sore. Wanning flush as he sets down a few scrolls down on the table, the memory of the last few nights flashing to the forefront of his mind. The reason his hips sore is embarrassing.
As much as he would love to blame Mo Ran and how insatiable he is in bed Wanning does nothing to stop him.
After their first time going all the way a week and a half ago Mo Ran has come over almost every night. And they spend most of the night... doing that. Sadly Mo Ran was asked to accompany a group of new disciples on their first mission. He couldn't think of a convincing enough lie on the spot so he left. He came back last night as Wanning got ready for bed, sweaty and out of breath.
Wanning can't deny Mo Ran so he welcomed the younger man with sex. In the morning Mo Ran seemed happy. Wanning would be lying if he didn't acknowledge that he too is happy. Still is even though he's embarrassed. Embarrassed about the things he enjoys. The things he's come to learn about himself in bed.
He's loud. For one thing. It helps the Red pavilion isn't close to others is a good size so no one can hear even if they are walking by. He's messy. Not once have they finished and Wanning hasn't squirted all over the place. They've done it in very embarrassing locations. The kitchen being one of them and Mo Ran spent the rest of the evening cleaning after him while Wanning was sleeping.
As undeniably of a beast everyone knows Mo Ran is, Wanning isn't any better. Wanning is more than happy to go all night. It's embarrassing to think how greedy and lustful his body is. Years of meditation and cultivation, all thrown out the window when it comes to the matters of the body. When it comes to Mo Ran.
It doesn't help Mo Ran is a walking sin. Tan skin. Tight Muscles. Broad shoulders. Warm. Those hands know how to make Wanning squirm, but to be honest even just looking at the older man has him squirming. Mo Ran reads him like a book. So easily and correctly.
The best part is the after care. Mo Ran is always so gentle with Wanning. Wiping him down, Carrying him to a clean bed. Some night they lay together naked, feeling each others skin. Something Wanning thinks Mo Ran needs just as much as he does. Other night Mo Ran dresses him and they lay together in their sleeping garments.
Some nights they fall asleep immediately while other nights they lay talking about mundane things.
As much as Wanning has fallen in love with Mo Ran, he's fallen in love with those simple moments just as much.
It's still... hard to believe that he's with Mo Ran. Getting to experience all these new things. Romance. Happiness.
It's too good to be true.
Wanning can't help but wonder when it'll end. He's been lucky with many things, this, romance, is not one of them.
If it comes to an end he has many wonderful memories. He hopes that day doesn't come.
Wanning slowly stands up, a few scrolls in his arms. He walks over to the bookcase to put them back. He turns his head to look for a different book he may need. He spots one on the higher shelf. He reaches for it. Still to small he tip toes, fingertips brushing against the spine of the book. A larger hand is placed over his pale thin fingers. A large and warm but firm body is pressed against his back. Wanning tilts his head to see who it is and who he needs to punish.
He pauses as his honey eyes meet violet ones. Sparkling. A large grin showing off those dimples. "Mo Ran." Wanning breaths out. Mo Ran grabs the book handing it over. "Thanks." Wanning mutters under his breath. Mo Ran lets out a chuckle as he stands to the side. Leaning against the shelf, arms crossing over his chest. Wanning looks away blushing he can spot the light welt of where he scratched the man last night peaking through.
The younger man was more overzealous because they hadn't seen each other for a whole day. Wanning could only lay there and take it, moaning and scratching, trying to grab onto anything and everything.
"Wanning." Mo Ran says low and seductively. The older of the two of course blushes, looking at Mo Ran in the eye who is looking down at him with mirth. "I wouldn't mind pushing you against this shelf and taking you."
"Sh-shameless!" Wanning hisses face red, taking a look around to see there's no one around them. He's glad for that. It doesn't help that Wanning is not fully against the thought. "We are in public." Wanning reminds the younger man. Mo Ran gives him a shrug. As if he truly doesn't care. Wanning gapes like a fish, not sure how to answer to that.
Mo Ran lets out a deep laugh, curling in on himself. Wanning blushes, humphing as his cheeks puff. Upset the man is making fun of him and laughing at him. Wanning stomps away to the table, falling down roughly. Mo Ran follows.
"Aw, baobei. Don't be mad, I wasn't making funofyou." Mo Ran says sitting next to Wanning. Wanning turns his head away not looking at his lover. Mo Ran moves his face to Wanning, leaning in close. His lips touching the shell of Wanning ear. "I love you." Wanning shivers as he jumps in his skin. His ear turning a bright pink. Wanning looks back just a bit.
"I... love you too." Wanning mutters face and ears turning red now. Mo Ran smiles, leaning back, leaning his head on his hand, elbow resting on the table as he watch Wanning begin to read. He really does love this adorable man. Not sure what he would do without him.
Go crazy.
"Yuheng! Ran-er!" A boisterous voice calls them. They turn their heads to see the sect leader himself walking up to them with his signature smile. The man is in a good mood. But when is he not? "I was looking for you." He says when he gets closer. "Ran-er, it's good to see you back. I'll ask about the disciples later."
"For?" Wanning wonders setting the scroll down, giving all of his attention to the sect leader. The man looking at him.
"I have a mission for you but... I don't know if you'd take it." He says looking at him then away, face guilty. Mo Ran and Wanning narrow their eyes at that. Doesn't sound like a normal mission.
"Let's hear it first." Wanning says. He can't judge just yet.