Mo Ran smiles as he holds Wanning hand leading the other to their room.
Of course his baobei won. Being the last one standing. The amazement from the crowd loud and boisterous. They got many walking up to them to talk. Mo Ran wouldn't be a good husband if he didn't boast about his wife. Being possessive he kept his wife close to his own body with an arm slung around his shoulder.
He can also feel his cousin eyes shooting daggers into his back the whole time. Shi Mei and Xue Meng taking a seat to eat their very late dinner. Wanning doesn't seem to take notice of them. Once they finish eating the duo leave to their room. Mo Ran and Wanning stay outside talking just a little longer.
It's late when others decide to hit the hay. Mo Ran agrees, noticing shizun being quiet for a while. More so than he should be.
They walk into the room. Mo Ran closing the door as Wanning walks in still silent. Turning around Mo Ran finds Wanning staring at him. Mo Ran takes a moment to get a good look at his baobei face. Those phoenix eyes are glassy. His cheeks are flushed too. Maybe he's buzzed? Wanning did drink a lot of alcohol. He gives Wanning a smile, unexpectedly Wanning gives a smile back. Mo Ran stares almost unbelieving at how innocent the gesture was but did it make Wanning unbelievably beautiful. Not able to control himself he pulls Wanning flush against his body. He cups Wanning beautiful face bringing it into a kiss. One Wanning eagerly reciprocates, though sloppy. Because of inexperience or the buzz doesn't matter.
What does is taste. They both taste like the wine. Wanning more so than Mo Ran. Wanning lets out an obscene mewl. Mo Ran bites Wanning bottom lip with a growl. Mo Ran pulls away looking directly into the smaller ones dazed eyes. "Let's get ready for bed." he says huskily. They have a mission to do. Mo Ran plants a kiss on Wanning cheek before turning to get rid of all the jewelry.
Not noticing the pout on Wanning face. But he too starts undressing. Getting the hair accessories off. Layer after layer of clothes off. Stripping until just in his dudou. Wanning sits on the bed waiting for Mo Ran. Watching as the large man strips off his clothes. Until he's in his inner garments. Wanning couldn't help but frown about it.
Where's the tan skin? The hard muscle lines? Why is he not stripping?
Mo Ran turn around to see Wanning pouting, he pauses in his steps not understanding the reason. He walks to the bed ready to join Wanning in bed to freeze at the sight of his lover almost naked. One piece of cloth away from being fully naked. Which isn't Wanning. Even after all they've done, Wanning blushes just showing off his shoulders.
Mo Ran lays down, hoping Wanning will follow his footsteps. Maybe his baobei is just putting an act like they did during dinner?
With that in mind Mo Ran lays down with Wanning next to him. He closes his eyes ready for sleep to take him.
Mo Ran opens his eyes feeling a weight on his lower abdomen. His eyes bug wide open at the sight of his precious, innocent and naive shizun straddling him. Phoenix eyes looking down at him. Mo Ran swallows the lump in his throat.
"Baobei... what are you doing?" Mo Ran eyes his lovers body. He looks so beautiful sitting on top of him like this. Showing off his sexiness in this position.
"Continuing." Waning answers sliding a bit down until his round ass slides over his shaft. Mo Ran hands automatically go to Wanning hips. Mo Ran is speechless. He's not sure what to say. He'd never deny Wanning if this is what he wants but they are technically on a mission. They maybe shouldn't. But wouldn't rejecting Wanning be bad? He knows his older lover has self- esteem issues, wouldn't this make it bad?
But what about what Mo Ran wants? "I'm not really in the mood." Mo Ran tells his lover.
Wanning pouts some more, leaning forward. "But I am." Wanning answers honestly.
Mo Ran blinks away his shock. His lover is being so honest. It's not like Wanning never is honest, he is but usually it takes takes some coaxing and he's a mess of emotions. As if he shouldn't have emotions. Has Wanning ever been blatantly honest? No. He does have a pink flush over his checks but that's been there for a while now. "Baobei, are you drunk?" he asks. Violet eyes watching
Wanning doesn't answer. He tilts his head as if to think. His own honey eyes watching Mo Ran. The taller of the two doesn't know why but the way Wanning is staring at him makes him tingle. If he wasn't in the mood before he sure is now. Wanning looks down, he must have felt his member hardening. Curious Wanning grinds hard against Mo Ran. The man groans at the feeling. He never thought this would happen. Having Wanning on top, almost taking charge. Wanning made the first move.
Taxian-jun wishes this happen to him.
"I won't stop you. You can continue." Mo Ran says huskily. Large hands letting go of large hips. Mo Ran grins, violet eyes shining. Intrigued by what else Wanning can, or in this case will do. Wanning hasn't so much as gone near a pornography book so what can he possibly know or do?
Wanning grinds down on Mo Ran some more, eliciting some deep rumbles and groans. Once Wanning has gotten his member erect and wet he moves. Sliding until he's far enough. Wanning pulls the pants down, freeing Mo Ran member. The rock hard member smacking Wanning in the forehead, surprising the older man. Mo Ran lets out a breath at being free. Eyes wide and unbelieving.
Wanning licks up the hard member, sliding up the underside, the pad of his small tongue pressing against the vein on his cock. Slowly moving up, making sure to taste Mo Ran musk. Once at the head Wanning presses the flat of his tongue on the slit, causing the younger to buck his hips a bit. Almost slipping into his mouth. Wanning then decides to go for it. Opening his mouth to take as much of the shaft as he can. Mo Ran throwing his head back in a groan. His lover's name on the tip of his tongue. Wanning eyes more focus on what's in front of him.
Wanning goes half way down before it's too much. Already the head of Mo Ran cock is touching the back of his throat. Wanning letting out a gag. He slurps as he makes his way back up. Mo Ran letting out small groans and curses at the feeling. It's sloppy but neither care. Sex so far hasn't been clean with them. Wanning going back down till he's gagging again. Going up and down again. Saliva gathering and falling down the side of his lips, traveling down his chin.
"Wanning." Mo Ran moans. Wanning comes back up, letting his cock go with an obscene and wet pop. The pleasure stagnant, Mo Ran looks down to Wanning staring intensely and serious, leaning on one elbow. Reaching with the other free hand, Wanning small and slender hand wraps around the bottom of his shaft, saliva barely sliding down it. Experimentally he gently moves his hand up then down, spreading some of the saliva. He adds more pressure to it. Mo Ran hips buck into Wanning hand, groaning at the feeling. Wanning hand always so small. Along with the pressure of small hands on his lower half, Mo Ran feels something tight, warm and hot on the top half of his shaft.
Mo Ran violet eyes snap open as Mo Ran looks down, meeting eyes with Wanning who stares at him with a look Mo Ran has never seen before. Hungry. Predatory. Mo Ran shivers to his toes. "Fuck Wanning." Mo Ran reaches down to thread his fingers through silk ink hair. Guiding the older, setting a pleasant rhythm. Wanning maybe awkward but willing, and that's making a difference. "That's so good." he says, breathy. The combination of wet and dry, but not for long as Wanning gets his cock as wet as he can. Sucking while sliding up, mouth and hands working together. In sync with each other.
Then Wanning uses his tongue as he's sucking. "I'm going to-" Mo Ran warns but Wanning stops. Disrupting the sentence and building pleasure. Confused Mo Ran looks at Wanning, who is wiping the saliva off with the back of his hand. The other reaching behind to undo the dubou. Wanning throws it over the edge of the bed. Now completely naked. Mo Ran in a daze eyes Wanning. It's nice being able to see his body without him trying to hide. Almost ashamed of his body. To be fair his body is new. But Wanning will never be anything but beautiful in Mo Ran eyes.
Before Mo Ran can process what's happening, soft warm flesh is pressed against his hard throbbing cock. Mo Ran looks down to see Wanning using his breasts to message Mo Ran cock. The blow job making his cock nice and wet. Slippery enough to easily slide in between the two mounds of flesh. Mo Ran takes a shuddery breath as Wanning press his breasts tightly close to each other. Then his lover starts moving. It's uncoordinated. At first, Wanning, after a couple of attempts gets into a good rhythm.
"Wanning!" Mo Ran jolts, watching as the other man sticks his tongue out. Mo Ran clenches his teeth. "Shit." Wanning is doing a very good job of exciting him. He can't take it anymore. He wants to take control. Just as he reaches down to stop Wanning, to grab and flip them over Wanning presses his breasts even harder together. The building pleasure finally reaching its peak. Mo Ran cums. Hot white liquid shooting all over Wanning. Coating over breasts, nose, lips, some strands of hair.
"Oh." Wanning voices, surprised. He sits up, looking down at the mess, stunned about the reaction. Mo Ran usually not so fast when it comes to ejaculating. Looking down to breasts Mo Ran catches strips of white in his eyelashes. Wanning doesn't seem to notice as he takes a swipe at the semen covering his breasts. He messes with it a bit. It's Mo Ran seman. He usually feels it inside him. Wanning slips his fingers inside his mouth. Tasting Mo Ran for himself for the first time. Mo Ran has done this to him plenty of times.
Wanning looks up to find Mo Ran staring with wide eyes and mouth agape. Disbelieving what he just witnessed. Mo ran lets out a growl, smirking as he leans forward. "Where'd you learn to do that?" Mo Ran asks.
"Mission." Wanning answers. Mo Ran pauses. What did he hear? On a mission? When? With who?
"When? Who taught you?" Mo Ran asks dangerously low. Eyes darkening as he reaches forward. Wanning must be really drunk to not notice the shift in mood. Wanning continue to sit there, truly relaxed but horny.
Titling his head, Wanning answers as if his lover should know. "Si Ge Jiantang city. As bait I went into the brothel. The woman taught me." Mo Ran takes a deep breath, the high of orgasming long gone.
"Taught you how?" Mo Ran asks bringing Wanning closer.
"With phallic shaped objects." Wanning answers wrapping his arms around Mo Ran, giving the muscular man a hug. Mo Ran anger subsides a bit. Good to know they didn't use live volunteers. Though it upsets him to know Wanning learned this, has for a while and had to be drunk to use it. Also Mo Ran would have liked to be the one to teach him.
"Why didn't you use what you learned earlier with me?" Mo Ran asks, cupping Wanning cheek. Using his thumb to wipe away some of his spunk.
Wanning shakes his head. "It's embarrassing. I didn't know if I would do good. Or if you would like it. I've never done it before." Wanning closes his eyes, rest his face against Mo Ran large hand. Truly like a cat.
"What else did you learn from the brothel?" Mo Ran asks. They were waiting outside for a while, Wanning couldn't have learned just that. Wanning eyes slowly open, looking straight at Mo Ran. Looking for something. To see if he's talking about the truth. Truly wanting to see. Obviously he likes it so far.
Wanning pushes Mo Ran back down. The taller of the two once again laying on his back. Wanning smiles down at him. The other once again straddling his hips. Bare pussy sliding against bare cock. Skin against skin. Mo Ran growls at the slick slide. Wanning lets out a breathless groan, as he continue grinding against the tan man. Mo Ran eyes darkening as he watch Wanning rotate his hips obscenely. He is enjoying the sight.
Silently watching as Wanning shifts, lifting his hips. Mo Ran cock more than happy to follow. Standing at attention once again. Wanning grabs hold of it, guiding it to his vaginal hole. Slow like always when entering. Once the head of Mo Ran cock is inside Wanning let's go of the rest of the shaft. Both hands resting on Mo Ran still clothed chest, leaning all his weight on his hands. "Ah!" Wanning moans, inch by inch going down on Mo Ran cock.
It feels agonizingly slow. Mo Ran wants to thrust upwards into Wanning but refrains from doing so. Fisting the sheets to ground himself, wanting to see where his baobei is leading this to. They groan in unison when Wanning bottoms out, slamming the rest of the way down. Wanning nice ass flush against his thighs. Mo Ran looks down. Looking at Wanning pussy taking him in. Then he looks up to see Wanning watching him with lust filled eyes. Slowly Wanning shakes his hip, Mo Ran groaning at the wet heat engulfing his hard member. Tightening around him with each small shake. Massaging his cock hard, trying to suck him in further than he already is.
Wanning lets out a breath hand going down to undo Mo Ran shirt. Revealing tan skin and firm muscles. Mo Ran catches his Wanning happily lick his lips. Small cold hands begin to explore his chest. Cupping and squeezing his chest. Manicured nails scraping his skin, Mo Ran spine tingling. Wanning leans down laying a few kisses on Mo Ran bare neck, chest, and shoulder.
"Woah! Baobei." Mo Ran chuckles at the scrape of teeth against his skin. Violet eyes fly wide open at a harsh bite then a powerful suck. His body jolts when he feels something pinch his nipples. Then another bite on his chest. The younger smiling as he watch Wanning mark him. Something he doubts was taught at the brothel. Which means this is all Wanning. The fact makes Mo Ran unbearably happy and his dick twitch within Wanning. With a fat grin on his face he tells his lover, "I want to see more of you."
Wanning pauses at the declaration. Looking at Mo Ran face. With a nod Wanning moves. Leaning back on Mo Ran legs. Wanning open his leg, feet plant flat on the bed. Mo Ran stares wide eyed at Wanning pussy. Where they are connected, seeing the way they are connected. How much Waning pussy has to stretch around his cock. Wanning throws his head back, letting out a breathless moan, feeling how Mo Ran twitch inside him. He's already deep in other positions, he's deeper within in this position. And it feels good.
Better when Wanning starts moving. The regular squelching noise louder in this position. Each slide of Wanning cunt messaging him has Mo Ran groaning. While Wanning lets out breathless 'ah' as the hard cock reaches the depths of Wanning vagina. Scraping against the good spot within him. Winning pauses. Taking a breath as he shifts, getting a better purchase on the bed.
"Ah!" Wanning shouts when he starts a brutal pace. The bed now creaking. Mo Ran growls as his eyes travel up and down Wanning body. The curve of his slim neck, heavily exposed. The bounce of those beautiful breasts. The slight bulge just beneath Wanning belly button, that disappears and reappears in time with Wanning motions. Or the way Wanning pussy is stretched and making all sorts of lewd noise around his cock. Mo Ran groans, trying to memorize every detail.
"Fuck, you look beautiful. Keep going." Mo Ran intructs reaching a hand forward. Reaching down to where they are connected. Mo Ran thumbs up to the little ball of nerves. Rubbing Wanning clit hard. The hot tight heat of Wanning pussy tightening more so around his cock at the action.
"Mo- no! Ah!" Wanning yells, his pussy spasm around Mo Ran cock. With a devilish grin Mo Ran continues to rub the hard clit in rough circular motions. Wanning moans getting louder. Unbelievably sweet to Mo Ran ears. It doesn't take long for Wanning to come, his whole body shaking as he screams a moan, squirting over Mo Ran front. Feeling as if he got electrocuted. Wetting his tan skin. Wanning falls down no longer able to keep himself up. Taking deep breaths in and out. "Husband," Wanning calls him breathlessly.
Mo Ran body freezes. Looking at Wanning dumbfounded. "What did you just... call me?" he ask in a whisper. Wanting to make sure he didn't just embarrass himself, hearing things.
"Husband." Wanning whines, reaching forward, down to Mo Ran hand which is still stimulating his body. Once his hand is off the other, Wanning body goes boneless. He doesn't seem to realize what he's just done. Mo Ran moves over the other, crowding his space. Hovering over his lover, who is looking up at him in a daze.
"This one thinks you should always call him husband." Mo Ran says stripping the shirt all the way off. "I like the sound of it." Mo Ran tells his lover as he spreads Wanning legs, smooth white skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. "You call me husband while I call you my wife." Mo Ran suggests, his hand reaching down to line himself up with his wife.
"I'm your wife?" Wanning asks, spreading his legs to welcome Mo Ran. Arms wrapping around Mo Ran broad shoulders.
"Yes. Of course." Mo Ran growls kissing the side of Wanning head.
"I want to be your wife." Wanning smiles up at his lover.
"I want you to be my wife too." Mo Ran answers thrusting all the way in.
"Husband!" Wanning shouts throwing his head back. His husband lay soft kisses as he thrust. Setting a brutal pace. Wanning not able to breath or hear properly. The slapping of skin echoing in the room. The creaking of the bed loud and worryingly easy. Mo Ran marking as much skin as he can as he thrust into his wife.
Wanning already sensitive from the previous orgasm, keeps twitching around Mo Ran cock. Wanning skin feelings tingling. Skin feeling like he's on fire. Sucking him in tightly. Almost not willing to let him go. Wanning velvety walls masterfully messaging Mo Ran hard and twitching cock. Each thrust in has Wanning screaming.
Mo Ran clenches his teeth, every thrust forward has him going so deep he swears he feels a wall. "So hard!" Wanning cries, though, it doesn't sound like a complaint. He continues to thrust in and out feeling pleasure build in his gut.
"Fuck!" Mo Ran shouts feeling himself reach the peak. Wanning wraps himself around Mo Ran as they come together. Mo Ran hips continue to thrust wetly against his wife. Until Wanning squirts, wetting the space between them. Mo Ran cock forcefully coming out, spurts of white falling across his wife stomach.
Mo Ran is still hard, especially with the way Wanning body tremble laid out for him. Face blissfully staring at him. Mo Ran looks down to see some of his seed coming out of Wanning pussy. Mo Ran slides back in, shoving his semen back in deep. Wanning mewling at the feeling. His whole body sensitive.
"That's not the end my beautiful wife." Mo Ran warns. Wanning sits up, forcing Mo Ran back. The smaller of the two rest their hands on broad shoulders.
Wanning gives a mischievous grin, "can you keep up husband?" Mo Ran hands slide down to his wife's hips as he grind down on his cock. As an answer Mo Ran thrusts up as he captures Wanning pink lips into a kiss.
Both meeting each other as they focus on the kiss. Wanning sitting on Mo Ran cock. Tongues dancing against each other. Skin sticking to each other. Hot bodies moving against each other. Lost within each other. The outside world no longer mattering. Their mission forgotten as they indulge in carnal pleasure. An easy sin.