Wanning looks away, the answer stuck in his throat.
As happy as Wanning is to hear Mo Ran confess he still feels its wrong. There's an age gap between them. They are teacher and student. They are so different from each other. Mo Ran is like a light in the darkness, drawing people in and making everyone happy and smile with his warmth. Then there's Wanning who is the darkness, scaring people away and making people sad with his coldness. Mo Ran is so good with people and Wanning is not.
He can not make Mo Ran happy, he can't cook anything but one dish. He's messy. He's not good with chores. He's horrible at conversing with people. Mo Ran deserves someone around the same age. Young so they can do things that young people like to do.
As happy as Wanning is they can't be together.
"... do." Wanning answers, face heating up, not able to believe he just answered honestly. Why would he? After what he was telling himself a moment ago? Wanning is scared, this all seems too good to be true. "But-" Wanning starts but Mo Ran cuts him off. Grabbing his face and bringing their lips together. Wanning lets out a gasp. They are kissing. His first kiss. Wanning shuts his eyes, feeling their lips press together. Its soft. And warm. Wanning sucks in a breath at the feeling of Mo Rans large and warm hands sliding down the curve of his spine. With one hand on the small of his back and the other in between his shoulder blades, pulling Wanning flush against the others sturdy and firm chest. "M-Mo-" Wanning begins to say but instead gets Mo Ran tongue in his mouth. Wanning lets out a whimper causing Mo Ran to let out a growl.
It's all happening so fast Wanning can do nothing but try to keep up. Trying to copy what Mo Ran is doing. Wanning hands gripping onto Mo Ran robes for something to stable him. Mo Ran drinks every one of Wanning reaction. Grinning into the kiss, loving the inexperience Wanning is showing but also loving the enthusiasm. Solidifying he is Wanning first but proving that Wanning wants this, likes this, is even excited for this. Exploring every corner of the smaller man small mouth, all warm and wet, teeth clicking with Mo Ran impatient. Each of Wanning small gasps and whimpers causing blood to travel south, his dick twitches with interest.
He pulls away, licking his lips breaking the small saliva string as he hungrily ogles down at Wanning who eyes are glazed and dazed, eyebrows furrow together, mouth agape as he takes deep breaths, looking more erotic with his ears and cheeks flush pink.
"I love you. I love you. I love you Wanning." Mo Ran chants because he doesn't know what else to say. He's never been eloquent with his words. He's so happy he hasn't fully fucked up.
"S-stop repeating that!" Wanning chastises, looking down as he covers his face with his hands.
Mo Ran, with a devious smirk, leans in to Wanning ears to whisper "I love you" again. Wanning slaps his hand over his ear, Mo Ran stepping back to dodge it. Wanning backs up to the wall again. Pointing a glare to him, with no real heat behind them, not that Mo Ran can feel threatened by it. Wanning whole face is red. It's adorable. Mo Ran feels giddy. He reaches forward, one hand on his back then the other slides down to the back of his knees. Effortlessly Mo Ran lifts Wanning in his arms. The smaller man sputters in shock, hands scrambling to hold onto something.
"Mo Weiyu!" Wanning says indignant, but sounds more embarrassed. Mo Ran laughs, heart light enough to fly away. He's got Wanning in his arms and he's not letting him go.
"Wanning, baobei, I love you so much." Mo Ran says gently placing Wanning on the divan. Cheeks red, staring up at him with daze eyes. Mo Ran dives in, going in for more kissing, feeling those soft pink lips against his own. Wanning places his hands on Mo Ran broad shoulder as their tongues clash.
"Mo Ran." Wanning moans as he gets a breath.
"Fuck." Mo Ran groans, liking the way his name is moaned from Wanning lips. "Baobei, you are going to drive me crazy." Mo Ran groans kissing the other on the cheek and nose sliding towards his neck.
"Mmm." Wanning whimpers into the back of his hand, turning away from Mo Ran. He's sure his face is making a horrible expression. A large hand cups the side of his cheek, turning his attention back to Mo Ran who is hovering covering him.
"Don't look away from me." Mo Ran commands in a deep tone, Wanning legs quiver, if he were standing he would have fallen from his legs turning into noodles. Wanning nods looking into Mo Ran violet eyes. Mo Ran slides his hands down, sliding down to the silver belt holding Wanning robes close. Mo Ran easily takes them off, immediately slowly opening Wanning robes. Once he has the beizi off he undoes the outer garments, moving towards the inner garments. Gentle as he undresses Wanning.
Mo Ran sits on his knees and the balls of his feet as he looks at Wanning, who once again is looking away. Mo Ran takes in Wanning, only left in a silver embroidered dudou, most likely given to him by auntie. Mo Ran grins at Wanning, the older man has closed in on himself, legs closed and angled towards the wall with both hands close over his chest. Mo Ran can see the way the blush is spread to his shoulders, his knees, around the tip of his fingers.
"Wanning, what did I say?" Mo Ran question, voice rough.
Wanning looks from the corner of his phoenix eyes at Mo Ran, then back at the wall. "It's embarrassing." Wanning mutters.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Mo Ran says reaching towards his belt. More quick than he'd like to admit, he takes off all his robes except his lower garments. Mo Ran grins at Wanning, seeing him staring, the way he's clenching his thighs together. Mo Ran slides his calloused hands up Wanning leg to his knees. Mo Ran spreads his legs, the barest of modesty with the dudou. Mo Ran gets in between his legs, settling himself. He grabs Wanning hand bringing them up to wrap around is bare broad shoulders. Wanning lets out a breath, feeling that warm skin, feeling his body weight. Mo Ran slides his hands underneath Wanning feeling for the strap that holds his dubou closed to unstrap them.
He lays a kiss on Wanning neck, who shutters at the feeling of lips on his body. "M-Mo Ran," he moans shutting his eyes as the taller man licks over his neck.
Mo Ran mutters against his neck, "looks like your wound healed." he says licking up Wanning neck. Enjoying the way the older man whole body shutter underneath him. Mo Ran smiles, laying a kiss. "Do you like that?" Mo Ran pulls the dudou away from the pale body, revealing breasts. The dudou sure is doing its job of keeping Wanning breast from moving and in place, even making them seem smaller than they are. Mo Ran moves his hands down to cup a breast, Wanning letting out a noise in between a gasp and moan. Kissing down Wanning neck, past his clavicle moving toward a pink nipple. Mo Ran smiles as he locks eyes with Wanning. Both gone, mere slaves to the growing pleasure.
Mo Ran takes the nipple into his mouth, watching as Wanning eye widen. He sucks hard, Wanning throws his head back to let a moan, throwing one arm over his eyes, his free hand going into Mo Ran dark hair. Mo Ran continues to suck, and with his other hand still holding Wanning other breast messages the soft muscle. Using his finger he plays with the nipple, once perk Mo Ran pinches the pink nub. Wanning moans once again, louder this time, legs trying to close but Mo Ran body in the way.
The younger of the two plays a little more, getting Wanning all hot and wet. Once he thinks he's accomplished that Mo Ran starts kissing down, leaving marks on all the clear and smooth skin. He's going to mark Wanning, that's a given. His large tan hands touching all of Wanning, mapping all new territory, literally. Soft skin everywhere, unlike the slight muscle Mo Ran knew in their last life. What stayed the same is his petite waist. Measuring it with his hands, it drives him crazy to know his middle finger and thumb touches each other.
Mo Ran stops, reaching just above Wanning privates. He holds Wanning legs open, Wanning whimpering. "Baobei, look at me." he commands, voice deep with lust. Wanning doesn't move for a solid minute before he removes his arm, turning his whole head to look at Mo Ran, who is in a predicament now. The sight of his Wanning looking flush and bullied, eyes watery and red, makes him want to bust a nut right there but he can't, not yet. He also wants to just stare at Wanning face forever. A small whine brings Mo Ran out of his daze.
He should make Wanning feel good. This is his first time.
This is his first time. His first experience with this new organ. He should be gentle and slow.
Wanning watching with wide eyes as Mo Ran licks his labia up to his clit. The texture of his tongue on the sensitive organ makes his vision go white, not aware of the obscene noise that falls from his lips. His toes curling at the new feeling.
Damn, Wanning is wet. Mo Ran licks his lips. Why does Wanning taste to sweet, like sugar? And he's all for him. Just Mo Ran. Mo Ran continues to lick Wanning pussy. Reveling in each noise Wanning either doesn't know he's making or he's not doing well at hiding it. He feels slim finger card through his hair, nails scratching his scalp causing a wonderful tremble to go down his spine. Mo Ran sucks on Wanning clit, blinking when the other snaps his legs together, holding Mo Ran head in place. He lets a chuckle out at Wanning fingers clenching tightly to his hair, the chuckle causing Wanning to let out a wet whine.
Mo Ran moves one of his hands down, sliding around until they reach Wanning vaginal hole. Mo Ran can feel his hole twitching. Smirking Mo Ran slowly enters his middle finger, feeling the smooth clenching heat. Wanning lets out a particularly high moan at the intrusion. Mo Ran enters another finger, enjoying the feel of Wanning burning insides, imaging what it'll feel like around his cock. Which is achingly hard.
Wanning feels like he's on fire. Every touch Mo Ran does on his body feels like he's on fire, every kiss feels like a brand. Just the thought of being openly claimed makes him so wonton, makes him want to beg for more. But it's embarrassing how much he's leaking with just touches and kisses. It's so obvious he has no experience. Now he can't think about anything but the feeling of Mo Ran hot and thick fingers entering his private. The stretch is odd, as Wanning has refrained himself from touching himself down there more than necessary, but it feels good. It doesn't hurt, not at all painful, for some reason he wants it to sting, or maybe even be painful.
But even now the feeling is still mind numbingly good. "M-Mo Ran! Wait! Too-ah-much!" Wanning moans but he keeps going as Wanning continues to keep his legs around his head. Mo Ran turns his head to kiss the inner side of the older man thigh. "W-wait! I'm going to...!" Wanning eyes widen, something feels odd. Good, everything feels good but it's odd, at the same time familiar.
"Come? Go ahead." Mo Ran mutters, then dives back in sucking in all the juices Wanning is releasing.
"N-no!" Wanning yells but his body locks, curling in, toes curling too, everything is releasing, orgasming so hard he can no longer hear, blood rushing to his ears, vision unclear. The moment lasts long, but once it's over Wanning sags into the bedding, body trembling still. Chest heaving as he takes quick breaths in and out.
Mo Ran sits up, head finally free but he didn't mind it being kept in place, with the back of his hand he wipes his face. His eyes dark as his smirk grows. "Squirting? Interesting." Mo Ran rasps, watching Wanning dazedly tilt his head, of course this innocent man has no clue what he's talking about. "Sorry baobei, let me use you." Mo Ran moves his hands to his under garment, enjoying the look of surprise and wonder on his beloved's face at the very obvious and large tent created by his hard member.
He pulls them down, freeing his cock, enjoying the small gasp escaping the other. Wanning squeezes his shaky legs together, feeling his inside pulse. He feels so wet. Mo Ran lifts his legs, crossing them at the ankle, resting both feet over his shoulder. "M-Ran?" Wanning mumbles. Watching the taller man shift his body closer. Wanning clenches the sheets.
"Don't worry." Mo Ran says laying a kiss on the others ankles. He slides his cock in between Wanning smooth but kissed marked thighs. With all the slick Wanning produce it's an easy slide. Wanning bites his lip to hold back a moan, the others large hot cock sliding against his sensitive folds. Wanning looks in Wonder as the red head of Mo Ran cock peaks between his thighs, leaking pre-cum onto his own already slick soaked thighs. Feeling it throb with need. The visual Wanning is giving Mo Ran is something from a dream.
He won't last long so he might as well make it worth it.