Mo Ran drinks his tea as he watch Wanning clean the kitchen. It's clumsy and Mo Ran is sure it's more dirty than before but it's cute and a bit sexy to see Wanning... it feels domestic. He loves it.
Mo Ran loves it but he's gone back to thinking about what happen earlier, what those disciples had said about his Wanning and Tanlang. How people seem to think the two are a good match romantically? It angers him. And hurts but his angers trumps that.
They absolutely hate each other but others seem to think that's how they show their love. Mo Ran doesn't understand the thought process. At first he noticed the gossip happening between the female disciples, now it's everyone. And everyone seems interested in the gossip as if it were some theatre drama.
And everyone has their thoughts. How it's hard to imagine Wanning being in love, same with Tanlang. Everyone has their own guesses on how the romance started. Most are dramatic. But drama spreads and people like to listen to drama.
He loathes it all. And he wish he can show everyone they're wrong. Unless he announces it, and he doubts Wanning will be happy about that. As much as he loves his baobei, showing it publically may not be for the best. For either of them. They have to keep it a secret, for now. Maybe one day they won't have to but until then their relationship is to be on the down low. Plus their relationship is still so new.
Sure Mo Ran knows Wanning, and has known him for years now but that was as a teacher. The same can be said for Wanning, he's known Mo Ran for years too but as a student. They need to get to know a new side to each other. Especially Mo Ran. He's known Wanning across a whole lifetime. As a teacher and... forced husband. Now Wanning is able to be free in his feelings. To express his love or pain. And Mo Ran is prepared to respect and cherish his feelings. This is real. And this is it.
But he feels heavily possessive about Wanning and the idea people thinkhisWanning would be good for Tanlang makes his blood boil. He's happy for the reassurance that Wanning gave him earlier but he wants more. No heneedsit.
Wanning gasps, surprised by the sudden body against his back. Looking up, the back of Wanning head thumbs against something firm, phoenix eyes meet dark violet eyes. Wanning blinks, "is something wrong Mo Ran?" he wonders if Mo Ran still feels sad. Does he want to hear more words of affirmation? Wanning starts to think of more things to say to his lover. His thoughts are interrupted by a kiss to his forehead. "Mo Ran?" Wanning blinks up at the taller man.
"Wanning... I love you." he says wrapping large arms around a thin waist. Pulling their bodies as close as they can get. Mo Ran happily watches his baobei go red. Looking so small in his arms. But oh so cute and delectable.
"I love you too Mo Ran." Wanning states but is confused so it comes out as a question.
Mo Ran smiles, then shoves his face into Wanning neck, having to bend his back to reach it. It's an odd angle but he doesn't care at the moment. "Wanning... I know I said I'd wait but... I don't think I can anymore." he feels sort of bad. He was hoping he'd last longer. He wanted Wanning to make the first move, even if it meant never. He barely lasted a full month. He thought his tolerance, his patience, is stronger than this. He's wrong. He lays a kiss on Wanning neck causing the man to shiver at the contact. Mo Ran squeezes his hands on his baobei waist, it feels soft to the touch. Mo Ran does nothing else waiting for Wanning answer, or in typical Yuheng fashion lash out. He'll take either. As much as he wants this he doesn't want to rush and overstep Wanning either.
Chu Wanning feels his whole face heat at what Mo Ran has suggested. Can he have imagined it? He's wanted this longer than they've been dating. But Mo Ran has been wanting to go slow. Especially with sex. Wanning is slightly grateful, as the only experience he has is fictional. He's still getting use to this, to dating but after so long now he wants to feel Mo Ran. For real this time. To go all the way. Wanning looks down at the large tan hands holding his waist, even through the layers of fabric he can feel the warmth. The heat traveling through the rest of this body. "You want to... do that?" Wanning asks to make sure, voice pitched with nerves. He doesn't want to get his hopes up, not with the way Mo Ran has been going lately. More innocent than the younger man is known to be.
Mo Ran chuckles against his beloved's neck. "Yes I want to have sex with you." Wanning can feel the smile the younger is hiding. Wanning frowns, not happy about being laughed at. "It's cute that you can't say it." Mo Ran teases. Wanning turns to glare at his lover but Mo Ran is effectively hidden. But before the older can shoo the younger away Mo Ran nuzzle his face more into Wanning neck, taking in his natural scent. The scent that can drive the former emperor crazy. "Can we?" Mo Ran wonders. If they were facing each other Wanning is sure Mo Ran would be using his puppy eyes.
Wanning never claimed to be an unbreakable man. Just imagining it has Wanning easily giving in. Wanning gives Mo Ran a nod, but after a long silence of nothing Yuheng isn't sure the other felt it. He swallows his nerves, nervous about his first time but excited. His first time is going to be with his crush, his first love. "We... can." Wanning says softly. Mo Ran could have missed it if he weren't so close.
"Are you sure." Mo Ran asks, he wants to smack himself for asking, giving Wanning an escape but he doesn't want his beloved to get hurt by his own hands. Mo Ran wants to care for his lover, wants sex to be different than in the past. Thisisdifferent.
"Weather we do it now or wait... you will be my first so it's going to hurt regardless." Wanning snaps, face red at saying it out loud. He's prepared for that, mentally. There's only so much he can mentally prepare for something that will happen physically.
Mo Ran twist Wanning around, finally face to face. With a second to look into each others eyes and see how much both want this. Mo Ran pulls Wanning flush against his firm built, taking the older man lips. The kiss more desperate than it should be. Wanning still too new to this to properly match the pace Mo Ran is setting. It's cute and hot that he tries. Mo Ran reaches down, large hands sliding down the smaller man's back, stopping once his hand is on a butt cheek. With no shame Mo Ran gives the soft check a nice hard squeeze. Wanning letting out a high mewl. Mo Ran groans at the sound and the action pulled his lover closer causing him to grind against Mo Ran achingly hard cock.
Mo Ran pulls back, licking his lips as he stare down at Wanning, already wrecked from the kiss. His breaths coming out rushed and hard past open lips. His gaze dazed. His face red. Mo Ran isn't that better off. Wanning can barely see the violet in Mo Ran eyes. Now they look down at him darkly. The younger man body warmer than before.
Mo Ran gives Wanning a kiss then lifts him up. Wanning sputters, knocked out of his daze, scrambling for purchase to hold him steady. His hands land on Mo Ran shoulder, as the younger carry him in his arms bridal style. Wanning blushes. "Mo Weiyu!"
Mo Ran doesn't answer nor does he stop, carrying his little lover to the bed. Gently he places the man on top. Mo Ran takes a deep breath as he looks down at the man beneath. He can't wait to get to the main course. As much as he wants to carve himself into Wanning he wants to make sure his baobei is okay. This is going to hurt Wanning way more than in the last life.
"Wanning are you sure. If we start I may not be able to stop." Mo Ran says huskily, slowly taking off his outer garments. Wanning looks away. He knows and appreciates the fact Mo Ran is trying to careful with him but he knows it's going to hurt regardless. Now or later? He prefers now. He wants to feel Mo Ran inside of him right now. He doesn't care if it hurts.
"Then don't stop." Wanning says turning back to Mo Ran, looking him in the eyes. He wants to be connected to his lover. Even if it is embarrassing. Mo Ran lets out a deep growl. He takes a deep breath to calm himself. Even closes his eyes, he's getting to worked up, he should calm down. He might overwhelm his baobei. Wanning doesn't know what he's getting himself into.
"Tell me if it hurts too much." Mo Ran leans down.
Wanning nods, giving Mo Ran a comforting smile.
"Promise?"
"Promise." Wanning nods. Mo Ran smiles. He moves forward, laying a kiss on the others lips. Wanning kisses him back. Mo Ran smiles into the kiss, Wanning breathing heavily. Mo Ran licks Wanning lips making the smaller man squeak. With Wanning mouth slightly open Mo Ran sticks his tongue in, exploring the inside of the older man mouth. Wanning mewls at the feeling of a foreign tongue in his mouth. Sure they've kissed but this invasive only once. He's not use to it but he doesn't dislike it. He's not use to it.
Mo Ran loves it. Mapping out every ridge of each tooth and the softness of his small tongue. The best part is Wanning is letting him. In his past life the man underneath him always fought him. Turning his head away. Face scrunch up in displeasure. It was always a fight, a struggle, forcefully taking away what he wants. But now Wanning is letting him. Letting him take what he wants. Mo Ran wants it all.
And he'll get it.
Mo Ran moves one hand down to undo Wanning's belt, opening his baobei like a present. A present to himself. Wanning places a hand on Mo Ran bicep. Not to push away but to hold on to something. Each touch his baobei does lights a fire in Mo Ran heart. Receiving touches he never got before. Mo Ran pulls the belt off and drops it over the floor.
Slowly Mo Ran removes Wanning robes, throwing it aside. Mo Ran pulls away, giving Wanning a chance to breathe. Meanwhile Mo Ran leaves sweet kisses anywhere his lips can touch. Forehead. The tip of his nose. Cheek. Jaw line. Neck. All while Mo Ran uses his hand to untie Wanning undergarments. Each kiss has Wanning gasping and body trembling. When Mo Ran reaches Wanning's dudou he attaches his lips to Wanning pale and slender neck. The older of the two tilting his head further back to allow Mo Ran access with a gasp. As Mo Ran slides his hand underneath Wanning, the younger of the two licks up Wanning neck, a moan escaping past pink lips.
Wanning brings a hand to the back on the younger man head. Holding his head in place. Embarrassed but eager to continue. Mo Ran unties the dudou, tossing it to the side impatiently. With Wanning naked Mo Ran sits up, taking in his lovers body. Enjoying the way Wanning blush travels to his shoulders and even the top curve of his breasts.
It's adorable of Wanning to try to hide himself. Curling into a ball, covering his breasts with his arms, closing his legs. All modesty is lost, has been lost since this is not their first time naked with each other. But it's still new. To Wanning especially.
Wanning looks away shyly, feeling it's not fair he's like this but the younger is still clothed. "W-what about you?" he mumbles looking away from Mo Ran. The other man looks down at himself, taking a second to think. He grins when the older man question makes sense.
"Does Wanning want to see me naked?" Mo Ran teases with a large grin. Wanning continue to look away. He doesn't answer nor does he refute the claim. Mo Ran strips himself, grinning the whole time. He strips fast, as much as he loves seeing his stubborn lover unravel with foreplay he's getting impatient.
Wanning watches the younger man strip from the corner of his eyes. Piece by piece his lover reveals sunkissed skin more and more. The older feels his finger tips twitch, wanting to touch the tan skin. He stops himself. Too thin faced to do so.
Now completely naked Mo Ran sits on the balls of his feet. Violet eyes taking more of his lovers body. Sure this isn't the first time they've seen each other bare but it's been so long it feels it. Mo Ran rest his hands on Wanning knees, the older flinching at the contact, but moments later he melts into the calloused warmth.
Mo Ran pries open those pale smooth legs, opening up to Wanning pussy. Already wet and leaking. Mo Ran can feel his dick twitch at the sight. This is something no one else has ever seen. Just that thought makes Mo Ran hard. He lowers his head, hands keeping shizuns legs apart and open, he licks at Wanning pussy, tasting the fluids Wanning is producing. He's never tasted anything sweeter. Like a starved man he dives in, tasting this sweet neckor, he had almost forgotten what this taste like on his tongue. If he could he would never go a day without tasting this.
"Mo Ran!" Wanning squeals clamping his legs shut, trapping Mo Ran in between his legs once again. Mo Ran finds he likes it here actually so instead of stopping, like the older one probably was hoping he would, Mo Ran continues. Enjoying the feel of Wanning soft but plush thighs wrap around his head, like pillows pressing against him. Though, with a lot more strength.
Mo Ran doesn't spend much time licking Wanning, there's isn't a need to when Wanning is already so wet from their kiss. But like he told the older man, he doesn't want to hurt his boabei, so he reaches a hand up, sliding his fingers into Wanning juices. Getting them nice and wet before sliding up to Wanning vaginal hole. Easily sliding into the tight heat that is Wannings vagina. Mo Ran kisses Wanning clitoris, the man's thighs shake as he lets out a keen. The last time Mo Ran enter Wanning was a long time ago so it's feel brand new all over again. Mo Ran himself can only groan, just imagining his dick instead of his fingers in this tight heat has his dick pulsing. He wants to get to it already but he knows like this it'll hurt way more than it should. Wanning is too tight.
So he waits until Wanning gets use to it.
Once Wanning does, softening a little around his one finger he enters a second. Stretching Wanning slowly. Both enjoying the feeling. Wanning doesn't mind the stretch, getting impatient with it. Wanting Mo Ran to hurry and enter a third finger. Mo Ran enjoying the tightness of Wanning, he wants to hurry and enter his member but he knows. The last thing he wants is for this to be a one and done deal. He wants his baobei to enjoy it just as much as he is.
He also can't believe Wanning is this tight, but at the same time he can believe it. The last time Mo Ran fingered Wanning was weeks ago and he went at least four fingers in, making Wanning squirt over and over again. Mo Ran thinks they'll have to work slowly back to that. At least four fingers in again since it's Wanning first time.
Not long does it take for Wanning to soften enough to add a third finger. Mo Ran using this time to really stretch Wanning pussy. Making sure to flex his fingers, sliding them in and out. Curling them around for a good feel. All the while Wanning is moaning. He doesn't seem to care about his voice, not that anyone is around to hear it. But the fact they are alone here is helping immensely. Chu Wanning blushing at his voice and the squelching sounds coming from him is not helping his thin face.
"Mo Ran!" Wanning cries hands reaching for the taller of the two head. Slim fingers threading through ink black hair. "No! Wait!" Wanning shouts pulling a bit on Mo Ran hair, kind enough not to pull too hard. But that doesn't deter Mo Ran, he keeps going, feeling and touching inside Wanning. Pressing hard on a particularly squishy part. "Mo Ran!" Wanning screams, throwing his head back, body locking into place, keeping Mo Ran right where he is as he comes, squirting all over Mo Ran face. Lucky to have gotten naked, but Wanning clothes is still underneath them, and the bedding.
Oh well. He'll clean it later. That a problem for future them to figure it out.
Mo Ran sits back up, taking a breath from being in between Wanning legs. And using his free hand to wipe away some juices, licking up the rest as he stare at Wanning. The poor older one look wrecked, in a very delicious way. His eyes are dazed as his lips are parted, trying to get in as much air as he can. Mo Ran looks down to see his fingers still in Wanning hole, the tightness loosening now that Wanning is coming down from his high of his first orgasm of the night. Deciding to test the waters, Mo Ran slides in a fourth finger and finding that it slides in easily, and from Wanning mewling it must feel good. Unless the other enjoys the stretch. That fact can be explored later.
Mo Ran doesn't spend to much time. He can't hold off any longer and from the redness and almost frustrated look Wanning is sending him the other feels the same way as him.
"Mo Ran." Wanning whines his name.
"What's wrong baobei?" Mo Ran teases, pulling his fingers out.
"Stop tea-SING!" Wanning moans as Mo Ran thrusts his fingers back in. Wanning scrambles his hands onto the bedding for something to grab on. Mo Ran eyes darken. The edge of Wanning eyes are getting red, the pink flush is traveling beautifully down Wanning body, contrasting wonderfully with his jake skin. If Mo Ran could he'd be yelling poetics about this but that's not his style, and he's rather possessive about others knowing what Wanning looks in this moment. Their moment. This is for them. Forhim.
Mo Ran leans forward, balancing on his arm, getting closer to Wanning to kiss him. The smaller of the two whimpering into the kiss, tasting himself. But that makes it better, tasting what Mo Ran is tasting. Feeling good with each other. Wanning hopes Mo Ran feels good. So far it's been about just him. "I'm going to enter now." Mo Ran says, voice deep with lust.
Wanning shivers as he looks down, Mo Ran pulling his fingers out of him. Wanning face turns a deeper pink, he can feel himself clench around nothing, wanting Mo Ran fingers back inside but he can also feel himself getting wetter knowing what's going to happen. Mo Ran looks down at his hand, covered in clear slick, opening and closing his fingers, listening to the slight squelching noise and watching almost dazed at the web of clear slick forming each time in between each finger. Mo Ran looks over to Wanning watching him with wide eyes, arm covering the lower half of his face.
"Do-don't stare!" Wanning tells him. Mo Ran grins, lowering his hand down to his throbbing member, using Wanning slick to lube himself up. All the while keeping eye contact with Wanning. Wanning doesn't know where to look. Keep eye contact or watch as Mo Ran slick himself up.
Once slicked up, Mo Ran gets in between Wanning legs, which have to spread open wide to accommodate the large man. Wanning feels his heart beat so fast he's shocked he's still alive. The last time they were in this position Mo Ran was half naked but now, Wanning can feel all of Mo Ran skin. The warm skin. Tan but bumpy with minute scars. Though Wanning isn't any better. He's got his own scars. Ones only Mo Ran will ever see.
Wanning bites his lips to keep from whimpering, his body shiver at the skin contact. Mo Ran sliding his rock hard cock against Wanning folds. Getting it as slick as he can. Slowly rocking his hip, rubbing against Wanning. Violet eyes watching the smaller man.
Wanning places a hand on Mo Ran bare bicep, feeling the hard muscle underneath. "Mo Ran please." Wanning begs, not aware he even asked or even how he sounds. Mo Ran eyes widen for a fraction of a second. Not able to believe Wanning just did that.
"If you beg like that..." Mo Ran reaches down once again to his cock, lining his member up with Wanning vaginal hole. Slowly he pushes the head of his member in. Mo Ran face scrunches up, even with four fingers Wanning is so tight, but he's warm and wet. There's some resistance but that is understandable. Once the head is in Mo Ran looks up, finding Wanning eyes screwed shut, teeth biting lips red, and breasts heaving. "Baobei, breath." Mo Ran intructs softly placing a hand gently on the others cheek.
"Ah!" Wanning moan, throwing his head back, eyes still screwed shut. Wanning knows Mo Ran is big, he had just seen and felt how hard he was too. The mushroom top of his head purple with how hard he is, it felt like a sword when Mo Ran was sliding against him. That and the taller man is larger than average. Monstrous almost. He knew it was going to hurt just not this bad.
"Are you okay?" Mo Ran asks, brushing strands of hair out of his beloved's face.
"It... it hurts." Wanning sobs out, tears filling his vision. Mo Ran rubs his thumb, gently stroking his cheek.
"Want to stop?" He asks, sad effident in his voice but still gentle. Wanning shakes his head.
"No..." He doesn't want to stop here, they've gotten this far. Might as well go all the way.
"Then I'll go slow. Really slow." Mo Ran tells him, the older man nodding his head. Mo Ran takes a breath, because already he feels good, he wants to slam in but not with the way Wanning is crying. So he enters a millimeter at a time. Waiting for Wanning to feel less tight with each millimeter before sliding in more. With it taking so long Mo Ran lowers his head to kiss Wanning neck. Kissing and licking, feeling Wanning thigh quiver against his hips. Large hands sliding up Wanning large hip to his thin waist. Head moving down to latch at a nipple. Grabbing it between his teeth as he tugs at it just a bit. Wanning tightening around him. Mo Ran grins.
Wanning mind is blank. Not able to think properly with just how full he now is. When he thinks no more can enter Mo Ran slides further in. At this point Wanning is convinced Mo Ran is a beast with just how far in he is. He doesn't even know how long it's been, it feels like forever. It also doesn't help that his body is sensitive so Mo Ran touching him as he slides his long and hard member in is making him feels all sorts of new sensations. Though it feels good.
With just the last inch left, Mo Ran slams the rest in. "AAHHH!" Wanning shouts shocked by the last stretch. Wanning snaps his eyes open, looking down to see Mo Ran flush against his open legs. He breaths through clenched teeth. He's in. Mo Ran is really in. Curious, but slow Wanning reaches down. The pads of his fingers touching tan warm skin of Mo Ran abbs. Sliding down, nails skimming down causing Mo Ran to shiver at the feel and grind against Wanning causing them both to moan. Wanning goes all the way down, until he feels the base of Mo Ran cock right against his slick hole. They are really connected. Wanning smiles, and Mo Ran catches it.
Bringing his hand up he sees his finger tips are wet and a bit red. He's bleeding. Not as much as he thought he would be. "Wanning." Mo Ran calls, hand cupping his shizuns cheek, moving it so they can face each other. "You feel so good." Mo Ran tells him, leaning forward to capture a kiss. Wanning kisses back. Both still, mostly for Wanning to get use to the feeling of Mo Ran. He wraps his legs around Mo Ran waist, hooking his ankles. Thin arms wrap around strong and large shoulders.
"Mo Ran." Wanning moans.
"Wanning." Mo Ran groans. Moving his arms underneath the smooth expanse of Wanning back, pulling the smaller man closer, flush against him. Skin to skin. He can feel Wanning squeezing around him. Mo Ran chuckles, not able to believe he's in Wanning again. He pulls back to lay his forehead on Wanning forehead. Can feel the smaller man breathing heavily against him.
Not wanting to thrust just yet, not sure Wanning is ready yet, Mo Ran kisses Wanning cheek, neck, shoulder going down to his breasts. Taking one mound in his hand squeezing it softly. The smaller man moans softly into the air. Mo Ran grins as he continues to play with soft breast, barely contained in his hands. Mo Ran thought this before but he never thought he'd ever touch breast, or love them like the way he does on Wanning. Before Wanning he hadn't touched breasts. Mo Ran squeezes a breast, moving down to lick the untouched nipple.
Like he did the other nipple he softly bites the nipple, pulling on it, feeling Wanning pulse around him. Hearing him moan.
"Mo Ran... please move." Wanning cries out a moan. Voice desperate and pleading.
"Are you sure?" Mo Ran asks kissing in between the breasts. He feels the other nod. Still wanting to be careful Mo Ran looks up to watch the man's reaction as he pulls out a bit, then thrust back in shallow. Wanning lets out a choked out moan. "Fuck Wanning." Mo Ran groans. Having to close his eyes to center himself, he doesn't want to come to fast. With Wanning tight around his hard cock. Wanning lets out a whimpered cry, but not in pain as Mo Ran give a shallow thrust again.
Mo Ran moves to rest most of his weight on his forearms, watching Wanning beneath him. In a better position Mo Ran starts a steady rhythm of thrusting forward and back. Watching as Wanning moan over and over again, the sound of the wetness between Wanning legs obscenely loud. Skin slapping against skin. Wanning holds onto Mo Ran arms hard, nails digging into tan flesh, not enough to draw blood but to leave crescents.
"Mo Ran!... I'm... Ah!" Wanning shouts body seizing, head thrown back, the force of his orgasm pushing the others dick out as Wanning squirt all over the bed and onto Mo Ran. Orgasm crashing in like a wave. Wanning looks down then back up at Mo Ran, taking in deep breaths. Mo Ran smirks down at Wanning. Mo Ran smacks his cock against Wanning making the older man cry out, more liquid shooting out of Wanning on Mo Ran.
"Fuck,Wanning." Mo Ran growls lustfully, grabbing Wanning legs and putting them over his elbows. Without a warning Mo Ran slams his cock back inside of Wanning. Wanning lets out a scream, eyes almost bugging out of their sockets, how is Mo Ran deeper like this?
"Mo Ran! Deep!" Wanning cries very loudly as Mo Ran starts a fast pace. His thin fingers fisting the blanket.
"I love how loud you are." Mo Ran says groaning when Wanning squeezes around him. "Fuck." He breaths out. Not sure what's turning him on more, the sight and sound of Wanning getting fucked by him or the feel of being inside him. Wanning feels amazing. Mo Ran doesn't think he can get enough. He wants to come inside the other so bad, mark Wanning insides as his. He would mark the outside but it's dangerous to, doesn't know what will be seen.
"Mo Ran!" Wanning screams. Mo Ran fucks into Wanning like a beast, watching as Wanning stare at him with dazed and tear filled eyes, mouth open and red, the pink decorating Wanning body, those breasts bouncing with each thrust. The loud sound of squelching and skin slapping. With a lick of his lips Mo Ran decides, leaning down to kiss hard and bite leaving marks over the two mounds of flesh. Once satisfied with the amount of marks he looks further down to where they are connected. Watching the way his cock slide out of Wanning easily. When pulling out he can see small streaks of red and white.
"Fuck, Wanning I'm about to come." Mo Ran groans, leaning forward to lay a kiss on Wanning forehead, his body hot and warm. But he's shocked when Wanning reaches forward, wrapping his arms around the larger man pulling them closer. Pleasure pooling at his lower gut.
"Mo Ran! Feels... good!" Wanning says in between screams and moans. Mo Ran doesn't know why but that pushes him over the edge way faster than he thought it would. Being able to hear Wanning voicing his pleasure. He never heard it before.
"Fuck!" Mo Ran moans diving into a kiss. His hips shuttering as he comes into Wanning. Thrusting continues as Mo Ran can't stop even as Wanning tightens as he comes himself, wetting the bed more than it already is. Wanning cries as he holds onto Mo Ran, body trembling with the force of it.
Able to feel the warmth of Mo Ran semen inside of him.
Once he's caught his breath Wanning blinks. Taking a moment to look down. Then back at Mo Ran who is staring at him like a predator.
"You..." Wanning starts not able to continue, even though they just had sex Wanning face is still thin.
"Let's go again." Mo Ran smiles, showing off those dimples Wanning simply can't reject. What is Wanning to say?