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Mo Ran’s words make Chu Wanning moan loudly.
He knows he’ll be fucked into oblivion and he craves it more than anything.
All those days he spent working overtime finally caught up with him, and he realizes how much he really missed this. This unbelievable connection they shared, the raw hunger for one another. This unmistakable feeling of closeness. And in that very moment he is almost certain that the warmth he always felt with Mo Ran—during the brief hours they spent together—was most probably love.
He liked everything about Mo Ran. His easygoing nature and the way he joked so effortlessly. His heart-shattering laugh which sent shivers down his spine. The broad smiles that always reached his eyes and changed them into half-moons. His voice. His face. His chiseled body resembling a god rather than a mortal. Mo Ran quickly became the only man Chu Wanning never wanted to let go of again. And he was determined to keep him, for as long as fate would allow him.
"Fuck me, Mo Ran…please fuck me..."
Mo Ran kisses him with raw passion, biting his lip, sucking on his tongue, while his hands move to take hold of them both. He wants to devour those lips, devour his entire being as he strokes them together for a few moments—both their cocks leaking for one another, hot and throbbing.
But it wasn’t enough. No, it wouldn’t do. He needed to take him, to possess him, to rut into him like there was no tomorrow. Because in these last few days, he’d truly felt despair, the dread of losing someone so wonderful, so... perfect for him.
Even though there was so much more to learn about this man, he was utterly smitten. Love had struck him straight in the heart, and tangled his thoughts to the point that he could think of little else. Chu Wanning consumed his every waking moment and every dream he had.
This unbelievably beautiful, enigmatic man had swept him off his feet. A few hot and intoxicating hours together were all the confirmation he needed—they were meant to be. He could feel it in his very bones. Both his heart and body ached for Chu Wanning.
He suddenly stops, grips Chu Wanning’s shoulders, and swiftly turns him around so that he’s now pressed against the tiles.
He stops the water from flowing. He doesn’t want the water to temper his kisses, the shower already too hot and steamy. He wants to hear Chu Wanning’s cries loud and clear, not muffled by the cascading water. And he wants the older man’s focus only on himself.
"Baby, you’re killing me. I’m gonna fuck you hard, fill you up. Spread your legs for me, gorgeous…"
Chu Wanning complies, and Mo Ran traces wet fingers across the quivering pucker before pushing inside a long, calloused one.
"Fuck…Mo Ran," Chu Wanning whimpers as the finger breaches the tight ring of muscle, a shiver passing through his body.
Mo Ran starts thrusting in and out then quickly adds a second and third finger, all while Chu Wanning becomes a hot mess, breathless, whimpering loudly.
He’s scissoring and stretching him with haste. His nimble fingers thrust in and out while his other hand presses upon Chu Wanning’s thighs, holding the squirming older man in place.
He can’t hold back any longer, feeling as though he might burst at any moment. The days spent apart had been too many, each one marked by mourning their first night together—the most incredible night Mo Ran had ever experienced. He could see it in Chu Wanning’s eyes and feel it in his kisses; he knew Chu Wanning felt the same.
Once he’s sure his lover is ready, he pushes his wet and slick cock inside, slow and steady. There’s no lube, but it doesn’t matter—his cock is coated with the mix of their precum from earlier.
Chu Wanning cries at the slight discomfort but the pain is quickly gone once Mo Ran is seated to the hilt. And that’s all it takes. He feels an explosion of pleasure once the massive cock is fully inside him. He releases on the spot just from that feeling alone—the feeling of the hard, veiny and throbbing cock burrowed within his smooth channel and pressing in all the right places.
His entire body shudders as cum gushes all over the tiles in front of him, while his entire body is shaking so hard that he nearly falls. He missed this—truly and utterly missed it—and he wants more. He wants everything from Mo Ran.
"Baby… did you just cum? We barely started. Was it that good? " Mo Ran asks, tilting Chu Wanning’s chin to turn his face, capturing his lips in a greedy kiss. He pulls back just enough to take in Wanning’s expression and smiles wickedly. His lover is flushed, his cheeks stained with color, and his teary eyes glisten with need as he begs.
"Mo Ran… fuck me…" he whines, his voice trembling. Chu Wanning never felt like this before—the craving, the sheer desperation to be joined with someone. And when he begs, when his voice cracks with longing, there isn’t an ounce of shame in him.
"Insatiable today, aren’t we? So, you missed me as much as I missed you, Wanning. Fuck, I’ve missed your perfect ass" Mo Ran chuckles darkly, his hand coming down with a sharp slap against Chu Wanning’s pale ass. The sound echoes within the room, and the sting of it sends a rush of heat through the older man, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. Paired with Mo Ran’s low groans, it only drives him further into despair.
"Mo Ran… stop teasing…fuck me. I missed you, yes, I missed your touch. Please" he whimpers, his voice thick with need.
Mo Ran doesn’t make him wait any longer. He pulls out—still hard as steel—spins Chu Wanning around, and sweeps him into his arms, urging him to wrap his legs around his waist.
With a firm grip on his ass, he positions him carefully, and with one deep thrust, Mo Ran enters him again, filling him completely.
"Aaahhh… Mo Ran…" Chu Wanning whines again.
Mo Ran presses Chu Wanning's back against the cool tiles, his grip tightening under his ass while his other hand is holding his head and nape. He begins to rut into him, each movement deep and controlled. He holds Chu Wanning steady in his strong arms as he drives into him relentlessly. Hard. Feral. Possessive.
He pounds into him with a fervor born of the days spent apart, each thrust a desperate reminder of how much he’s missed this beautiful man—his beautiful man. His Wanning. He doesn’t intend to let go after this, not ever. He’s keeping him, claiming him.
"Baby, you’re perfect. I love fucking you. I love every single sound you make while you’re in my arms. Be mine, Wanning. I want you to be mine," he says in a bout of honesty, lust making him pour his heart out.
Chu Wanning registers his words and the weight they carry, his heart starting to beat even faster. He wants to answer but he cannot, because he can barely breathe from the pleasure he’s feeling as Mo Ran is ravaging his insides with his masterpiece of a cock.
His response is wave after wave of loud whimpers, but in his mind, there is a singular thought jumping around: I want to be yours, Mo Ran… only yours. I’m…already yours.
If he had doubts before, they were scared away by last night’s sweet slumber. If he had any reservations about this stunning young man he barely met, they were washed away today, along with this shower.
It was clear as daylight: he wanted Mo Ran. He needed Mo Ran like he needed air.
His fingers grasp Mo Ran’s shoulders, digging in with each relentless thrust, his nails leaving faint crescent marks on Mo Ran’s heated flesh. The sound of their bodies meeting echoes in the hot and confined space, sinful and wicked.
Chu Wanning’s breaths hitch, his moans rising as the overwhelming pressure builds deep within him. Hot, powerful, desperate for an outlet.
It doesn’t take long for Mo Ran’s pace to become even more rapid, his rhythm becoming erratic. A low, guttural moan escapes his throat as he thrust in one final time, deep and hard, his release brutally hitting. Chu Wanning lets out a strangled cry, his own release overtaking him at the same moment, his hot cum staining their abdomens. The intensity of their release wracks their bodies, both trembling in each other's arms, panting with their eyes closed and foreheads touching.
When Mo Ran finally catches his breath, he presses a gentle kiss to Chu Wanning's damp forehead, murmuring with awe, “You’re incredible, baby. But this isn't over yet”.
They spend the entire day fucking. It was the most amazing Sunday Chu Wanning had ever experienced. He didn’t want Mo Ran to leave, and Mo Ran, too, seemed reluctant to part ways.
They eat. They sleep for a bit. They fuck some more. They don’t speak about their feelings, each thinking it’s too soon. And yet, there seems to be an understanding between them. Their eyes, their gazes, their gentle touches speak louder than words.
By nightfall, they’re tired and sleepy, happy but exhausted.
Chu Wanning came so many times that at one point his release was simply dry. His entire body ached but what a sweet ache it was. He was overstimulated, bitten all over, with faint bruises forming from their rabid joining, when it felt as if the world was ending and they wouldn’t have another moment together.
They finally stop before dinner, and after sharing a meal, they settle in to watch a movie. But neither of them makes it through. Both fall asleep in front of the TV, Chu Wanning sitting on the couch with Mo Ran nestled comfortably on his lap.
At around 10 p.m., Mo Ran wakes up startled.
"Fuck, what time is it? I must go."
"Huh? Why are you leaving? Can’t you stay the night?" Chu Wanning replies immediately, startled by the sudden movement.
"Tomorrow is Monday, I have to get to work... and I need my uniform," Mo Ran adds, his voice tinged with disappointment. He really wanted another night with him, another night of peaceful sleep by his side.
"But can’t you sleep here and wake up early? I’m going to the office too, so I’ll be up around 6:30," Chu Wanning suggests, his voice hopeful.
"Oh... good idea," Mo Ran says, a playful glint in his eyes.
"So... you want me here for longer?" He teases, running his fingers through Chu Wanning’s hair.
"Last night and today were really something else... yes, I want you here for longer," Chu Wanning replies without hesitation. He doesn’t want to play games anymore—he wants Mo Ran, and he’s going for it. If it’s meant to be, it will be.
"Mo Ran… I’ve been meaning to ask you. Shit, I’m not good at this…What I’m saying is…I would like for us to date," he adds breathlessly, the words spilling out, everything he’s been holding back throughout the entire day now rushing to the surface.
"Would you like that, Mo Ran?"
Mo Ran grins so wide it makes his face ache.
He leaps forward, wrapping his arms around Chu Wanning and kissing him fiercely, his fingers tangling in the strands of his topknot.
"Wanning, the thing is… I was meaning to ask you the same thing," Mo Ran says, his voice low. "Yes, I want to date you. I really like being with you," he adds as he presses his face into the crook of Chu Wanning’s neck.
Chu Wanning’s heart squeezes, warmth flooding him. He feels his entire body tingling with excitement.
"We barely know each other… but I feel the same way, Mo Ran. You’re simply amazing, and yeah… I really like you too.”
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Early morning at 6:30 a.m., they get up, have a quick shower, and kiss for a bit before getting dressed.
As Chu Wanning leads Mo Ran to the door, his fingers brush against his hand. Mo Ran takes it, squeezes it gently, and lifts it to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to his knuckles. Their eyes meet for a lingering moment, a silent exchange of deep but still hidden feelings.
"Have a wonderful day, Wanning. See you soon, baby."
"You too. Have a nice day at work. And… see you tonight, doll."
Mo Ran blinks a few times in absolute surprise, his usual smile becoming wider. "Doll? Did you just call me doll?"
Chu Wanning chuckles. "Well, you’re my boyfriend now. I can call you whatever I want, right? Plus, you’ve been calling me baby ever since our first night together. And of course, you’re gorgeous like a doll, Mo Ran."
Mo Ran laughs, the sound rich and teasing. “I really like how it sounds coming from your lips. Doll…yeah, I could get used to it” Mo Ran says with a sly grin, pulling Chu Wanning closer. Before he can retort, Mo Ran leans in and kisses him deeply—so deeply that they barely make it to work on time.
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Three weeks later
At 8 p.m. on a Friday, Mo Ran rings the bell to Chu Wanning’s apartment and is buzzed in immediately.
After the elevator takes him up, he doesn’t even get to touch the doorbell as the door swings open the moment he stands in front of it.
A grinning Chu Wanning literally jumps on him, pulling him inside, closing the door, circling his arms around his neck, standing on his toes. Without a word, he kisses him—slow and gentle at first, nipping at his lips before his tongue slides in, meeting Mo Ran’s in a slow, deep kiss.
When Chu Wanning finally pulls back, he asks, "So, how was your last day as a delivery man, doll?"
"It went well. Exciting, actually. My uncle congratulated me in front of the whole team and told them that in a week, I'll be their new boss."
"Oh... really? How did they take it?"
"They were thrilled! I’ve made a lot of good friends working alongside them, meeting every morning and evening before signing out. So, yeah, I think it’ll work out. They seem to like me."
"I’m sure it’ll be great! You’re always kind to everyone, so they’ll be lucky to have you as their boss."
"And what about you, mister director? How was your day?" Mo Ran asks with a smile.
"Same old, same old," Chu Wanning replies, taking his hand and guiding him into the kitchen. "I actually got home around noon. It was a short day today... wanted to take care of some things."
As they enter the kitchen, Chu Wanning flashes a big grin and says "Ta-da! I made dinner for you."
"What??? You said you don’t know how to cook!" Mo Ran exclaims, looking surprised.
"Well... I know one recipe. Hope you like it." Chu Wanning replies, blushing.
Bursting with curiosity, Mo Ran steps closer to the burner and exclaims with excitement "Wontons! It’s been a while since I’ve had those." He picks one straight from the steaming pot, using only his fingers.
"What are you doing?" Chu Wanning scolds. "Stop it, you’ll burn yourself!"
“Baby, I cannot wait any longer. I must try them now." Mo Ran laughs and he pops it into his mouth. As he chews, his eyes widen in delight and surprise, his smile spreading even wider across his face.
Chu Wanning watches him closely, waiting. "So… tell me already, are they any good?"
"Baby, this just became my favorite food in the entire world," Mo Ran says excitedly. "I love them. And I love you."
Chu Wanning stares at him in disbelief and asks with a trembling voice, uncertain he heard right. Uncertain if his mind was playing tricks on him. "Did you just say you love me?" he asks, his voice unsteady.
"Yes, I do!" Mo Ran beams, his expression full of warmth and affection, the words were waiting to spill out for far too long. He steps closer, his voice soft but filled with certainty. "I love you, Wanning.”
Chu Wanning closes the remaining distance between them, crushing their lips together while hugging his neck.
"I love you too, Mo Ran," he whispers with a bright smile, tears gathering in his eyes.
From a chance meeting to love. First love.
Mo Ran had spent so many years abroad, searching for something he couldn’t quite name, unsure of what he was truly longing for. And then he found it—he found him: Chu Wanning, a fascinating man, beautiful and sweet. Perfect.
Chu Wanning had thought there were no good men left in the world, that he was cursed to never find love, to never truly feel complete with someone by his side. But then he met Mo Ran—drop-dead gorgeous and wonderful in every way. Flawless.
Neither of them used to believe in love at first sight. Yet fate showed them that when you meet the one—your only one—you feel it in your soul from the very beginning. Both felt it, and both dared to hope it was real.
Fate brought them together. Love will keep them forever.