"Ah!" Wanning moans, eyes screwed shut as his head is thrown back. One hand underneath his large belly, now a bit bigger than it was before. His other hand holding onto Mo Ran hand. Hand clasp together tight. Mo Ran hand keeping him up. "Mo Ran!" Wanning shouts feeling himself squirt all over his husband once again. He looks down to see Mo Ran staring at him like a predator, eyes focus on his pussy, wet and stretched from how long they've been going at it.
Wanning moves his hand further down from his tummy, grabbing onto Mo Ran hard cock. The thick cock head sliding and rubbing against his clit, wetting himself more. "It... keeps coming out." Wanning whines. Eye brows furrow, corner of his ears red and eyes wet with unshed tears. He's close to it though.
"That's okay baobei." Mo Ran says, the hand not grasped into Wanning is holding onto Wanning hips with a tight grip. Wanning mewls as Mo Ran once again enters. Wanning leaning forward, resting his weight against his arm now placed onto Mo Ran chest. Fingers sinking into soft muscle. "Does it feel good?" Mo Ran growls, thrusting his hips into Wanning, causing his wife to lean down, belly pressing against abs. Walls holding onto his cock tight.
"So good." Wanning says looking at his husband with lust filled eyes. No longer the pristine elder of Shisheng peak. Mo Ran grins looking up at Wanning, his hair too coming undone, strands of hair falling out of place. All that effort auntie and the other did undone. And now it's all for Mo Ran to see.
Wanning has never looked as ethereal as he does now. Mo Ran leans up until he's sitting, Wanning still in his lap. Wanning hand moving up his chest to rest on his shoulder. "Anything for my wife." Mo Ran says, tone happy and giddy. This time it's true. Not some mission. And neither of them are drunk.
"H-husband." Wanning smiles. The same loving smile he gave Mo Ran hours ago during the wedding ceremony.
Uncle had wanted the wedding to be on Shisheng peak but not only would it have been odd it would have been telling. Plus like they wanted the wedding should be small. It being on Shisheng peak would make it much larger than it needed to be.
So it was set into town. Mo Ran and Wanning walking through town all dressed in red. The red veil over Wanning hiding his beauty. Mo Ran caught auntie crying tears of joy seeing the pregnant man. Mo Ran couldn't stop starting at Wanning. This was much better than in the past. He's been married to Wanning three times.
This is the best.
Fueled by the memory Mo Ran begins to thrust. Wanning head is thrown back as he moans. Mo Ran reaches forward, latching his lips anywhere. When they started he kissed and sucked anywhere he could so there isn't much empty space. He can't help it. The only light they have are the lanterns, but with the red their room is decorated with it's shining on Wanning, covering his pale skin with a hint of red. At this point he's layering bite marks and hickey's.
Wanning has always looked wonderful in red. Seeing it now, once again, he can't hold himself back. This time Wanning isn't fighting him back. Isn't holding back moan. He is crying in pleasure. Screaming. Moaning. Holding onto him tightly.
"Fuck." Mo Ran groans letting go of Wanning hand to place it on his hips, both hands now on his hips. Hold on Wanning tight.
"Mo Ran!" Wanning moans and it's a sound the man will never get tired of hearing. The way Wanning is crying is name in pleasure. It only makes his thrust up into Wanning more. Wanning wraps both arms around Mo Ran neck. Trying to press as much of his body close, but with the baby in the way it's a bit difficult to.
No matter they are connected to each other where it counts.
"MO RAN!" Wanning scream at the top of his lungs, wetting Mo Ran as his whole body locks into place. Feeling like he got struck by lightning. His ears ringing. Mind so foggy he can't think straight. Even his vision has gotten white.
Mo Ran kisses his wife. Gently moving the other to lay down on their side, back to front. Moving the pillows to rest underneath his belly for the baby.
Mo Ran places a kiss on Wanning shoulder, hearing the smaller man taking in deep breaths. Seeing Wanning move his head he knows he's coming back from the high of his deep orgasm.
"Mmm, baobei how selfish. I've only cum once." Mo Ran teases, eyes roaming down Wanning spine.
"I-I'm sorry. I don't know why I can't stop." Wanning says looking at Mo Ran with such a debauched face. Ruined and truly sorry about it. All that look does is make Mo Ran's cock harder than it already was.
"No big deal. We have all of tonight. I'll make you feel good." Mo Ran informs the small man as he lift his leg up, exposing his sensitive pussy. Mo Ran scoots closer, his cock poking Wanning ass who let's out a wonton moan.
"I... I want to make you feel good too." Wanning says reaching a hand to hold Mo Ran face. He looks down at his wife, violet eyes widen slightly.Is Wanning drunk on pleasure?He's usually not this open during sex. Even after all they've done.
"Of course you do." Mo Ran answer kissing Wanning cheek. Hand moving down to his cock, sliding it until he can feel Wanning already cummed in hole. He slides his cock in, once in he moves his hand to Wanning thigh to keep his leg up and his other hand wrap around Wanning shoulder to cup a breast. Pulling him closer, until their body is flush against each other.
"I love you Chu Wanning." Mo Ran whispers into his wife's ear who blushes.
"I love you too Mo Ra-AH!" Wanning starts but moans when his husband bites his ear, a very sensitive part of his body. Face turning red, more so than before.
Mo Ran grins, slamming his cock into Wanning, not letting him have a moment. Loving the feeling of Wanning coming on his cock over and over again. The feeling of Wanning walls holding onto him tight and never wanting to let it go.
He can do this forever.
Mo Ran looks over. The door is knocked on. Finally. Wanning had warned him that someone passed his barrier. Mo Ran thanked him for informing him with a kiss. He walks to the door, sliding it open. He blinks when he comes face to face with his cousin.
"Mengmeng?" He wonders aloud.
His cousin gives him a smile. "Tell shizun that there's an elder meeting tomorrow."
"But we still have a few days left." Mo Ran frowns at his cousin, who looks at him with a sorry expression.
"It's important. Dad said he's sorry but it's important. All elders need to be there." Xue Meng answers.
"I see. I'll tell Wanning then." Xue Meng raises an eyebrow, then takes a peak over his shoulder hoping to find shizun himself. It's quiet though.
"Where-?"
"Taking a nap. You know being heavily pregnant gets him tired easily." Mo Ran stops his cousin. "I'll see you tomorrow." Mo Ran smiles at his cousin then slowly slides the door close. He hears his cousin leave after a few moments of silence.
Mo Ran lets out a sigh. With a fat grin on his face he goes back his room. Finding Wanning on his back, over pillows, legs wide open. Bare pale skin covered in dark purples, the red of their wedding robes still underneath him bringing out his light skin, making those bruises seem even darker. His wrists tied to his ankles. Keeping him open. Mo Ran can see the way Wanning hole twitch for him.
Mo Ran steps closer, getting out of his clothes that he put on as he wait for who ever came. He gets on his stomach in front of Wanning pussy. He finds his own cum leaking, he leans down, licking the taste of himself. He feels Wanning flinch at the action, obviously sensitive.
"MMPPHH!" Wanning moans, muffled by the cloth tied to his mouth.
Mo Ran licks some more, until his face gets covered with Wanning's juices. So easy now to make him cum. He wipes his face with his hand, sitting up as he gets closer. "Since we have only the rest of this day to enjoy our new marriage lets make it count." Mo Ran says stroking his cock. Wanning looks at his husband, more official now than before, under hooded eyes. They've been going at it for what feels like days. Wanning isn't really complaining but it felt like it would never end.
A small part of him is disappointed that it's ending so soon. But it's not like they can really complain. A week (almost) of uninterrupted silence was as blissful as it can be.