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It's Mo Ran’s first day as a delivery guy. Not a permanent job but rather a trial session. He’s got a month to prove himself, prove he understands what it's like to be on the field, delivering several packages each day, meeting people from all walks of life, all while maintaining a respectful demeanor and agile legs.
It's a hands-on test before he takes over his uncle’s delivery business, Xue Express. His uncle owns several ventures, and this small delivery company is the perfect training ground for Mo Ran to flex his managerial skills—assuming he passes the trial, of course. His task is simple and straightforward: deliver the packages in due time, with zero complaints from the customers. He’s confident he’ll manage just fine.
Mo Ran just returned home after five years abroad and although he’s been assigned to his uncle’s old delivery territory—the very neighborhood they both call home—he doesn’t know many people here. A lot changed in the five years he was away in Southeast Asia, volunteering in various youth programs.
But he’s glad to be home. He missed his family terribly in those long five years, even if they had monthly video calls. He missed his uncle, his aunt and even his idiot cousin—they raised him since he lost his parents and they were the closest family he had.
Now, dressed in his dark blue uniform, with his long black hair tied in a neat bun beneath his dark blue cap, he’s ready for his first delivery.
It’s a beautiful start of the week. It’s a bright, warm Monday morning announcing an early spring. With a smile on his face, he parks the van, grabs the small package, checks the address, and heads toward the building.
At the entrance, he keys in the apartment number, announces himself, and is buzzed in. This place is new—a tall, sleek building that wasn’t here five years ago. The residents here must be doing well financially, he reflects as he steps into the elevator. Glancing at the package label, he notes the recipient's name: Chu Wanning. Such a unique name. Then he spots the sender—“AssHappiness.”
What? No way!!! Mo Ran stifles a laugh in the ascending elevator. He recognizes that brand—it’s a niche sex shop catering mostly to the gay community. He’s not a customer but he heard about it. It held all sorts of kinky little—and massive—toys, everything one would need. Ha! So, he’s either gay, or he’s into ass play with his wife or girlfriend.
Mo Ran shakes the small package and listens to the content’s muffled rattling.
Hmm, maybe a cock ring or a plug? And rather on the small scale, by the size of the package. I’m very curious who this guy is. Is he young and hot or an eccentric old man?
Mo Ran grins and his eyes sparkle with mischief as the elevator stops and he makes his way down the hallway, looking for the apartment number.
Once in front of the door, he’s brimming with excitement. Fuck, I’m very curious who he is. Gods, please let him be hot and single. It would be nice to meet another gay guy in this neighborhood.
Truth was, Mo Ran was absolutely stunning but he was on a dry spell for much too long, years maybe. He hadn’t met many gay men during his travels, and the few he did encounter were either already in relationships or the spark was missing. He despised casual sex because he wanted to feel a connection with the other guy first, not dive in straight to the intimate act. The years had passed while he just managed by himself, with his trusty old hand. Yet he yearned to embrace, kiss and fuck someone.
This was another reason he accepted his uncle’s proposal. He was already 25 and started to feel lonely. He wanted to find someone he could love deeply and care for with all his heart. He wanted someone to wait for him when he arrived home from work, someone who could share his meals, caress his face and moan his name under the sheets.
With hope in his heart, he rings the bell, changing his crazy mischievous grin into a soft and respectful smile—he didn’t want to scare whoever answered the door. His heart booms in his chest as he waits for the door to open, and once it does, he almost drops the package he’s holding.
An absolutely gorgeous, unbelievably hot guy opens the door and sticks his hand out for the package. He’s not even looking at Mo Ran because he’s on the phone, arguing with someone.
“I told you so many times, we need more budget. How could we compete with the other robots on the market if we don’t invest enough in R&D?” he hears the man arguing, his tone sharp.
He’s tall, with an athletic build, pale skin and a half-bun of dark hair streaked with white that gives him a refined, almost aristocratic air. And his eyes are to die for—sharp, dark, phoenix-like. He’s breathtaking, and Mo Ran can’t help but stare without shame.
However, the guy is completely oblivious as Mo Ran hands him the package yet their fingers brush when he accepts it. Only when their skin touches does the guy look towards Mo Ran and his eyes seem to shine with surprise for just a tiny second. He gives a nod of acknowledgement and closes the door, resuming his heated conversation.
Mo Ran is left speechless, rooted in place. He stares at the closed door as his head spins. He’s bewildered, dumbstruck.
Fuck!!! He’s hot! Definitely older than me judging by the salt and pepper hair, but his face was smooth, with barely any lines. Maybe around 30? Fuck, such a beautiful man living in my neighborhood? A bit rude, yes, he didn’t even look at me at first, not until our hands accidentally touched… his fingers were elegant and smooth, so different from my calloused ones. Fuck, who is he? I’ll need to search for him online when I get home.
Chu Wanning, who are you? I definitely want to meet you and find out what types of little toys you enjoy.
Mo Ran leaves the building with a huge smile upon his face that doesn’t go away for the entire day and once his shift ends at 6 PM, he goes straight home, to the small studio he rented since he came back. He moved out of his uncle’s large house because he needed privacy. How could he start dating while being scared they’ll find out he liked guys? He wasn’t ready to come out yet. He’d do so once he found someone and had a serious relationship.
As soon as he enters the apartment, he rushes out of his shoes and grabs his laptop to do a thorough search online. Dinner can wait, this cannot.
He types in “Chu Wanning” on Google but the results he obtains are way too many. He needs to narrow it down somehow. While on the phone, did he say something about robots? Hmm, I’ll search for Chu Wanning + robots.
“Bingo! There you are, Wanning” he says to himself, spotting an article headline. He clicks it eagerly and sees a recent photo of Chu Wanning—a serious Chu Wanning next to a huge yellow industrial robot, the ones used to build cars or something. He quickly reads the news article “Research & Development Director Chu Wanning unveils the company’s latest innovation, a robot destined for automotive production lines that is capable of reducing assembly times by 30%... “
Found you, Wanning! So, you’re a hot shot engineer. But who are you really? You’re not married because your left hand is bare. Mo Ran’s mind races with possibilities. How would your lips taste?
After trying his luck with social media, he finds nothing. Slumping back onto the couch, he stares at Chu Wanning’s photo in the article, captivated. He’s dressed in a white shirt and black slacks, surrounded by his team. He’s the tallest and most handsome of them all.
He’s so damn handsome. Fuck, I’d love to see him again. Well, I know where he lives but I cannot go there, can I? Maybe he’s the type that usually orders many things online and I’ll get to see him again. Maybe fate will throw me another chance.
He finally gets up from the couch, fixes himself a simple dinner, and heads straight to the shower. His feet ache from all the walking, delivering packages to 39 different addresses around the neighborhood.
He undresses, steps under the hot water and proceeds to wash the day away, scrubbing down from head to toes. Yet after he’s all squeaky clean, he lingers, letting the water pour over his tanned and muscular body. With his eyes closed, he’s trying to relax, letting his muscles and bones melt for a bit. His thoughts drift, and unexpectedly, his mind goes to a certain stranger he met today - that stunning Chu Wanning.
He remembers his elegant face as he gave him a short nod, his piercing eyes he met for just one second and the feel of his smooth fingers brushing his. His thin but deliciously red lips…and Mo Ran’s cock begins to stir awake, rapidly.
Letting his instinct take over, he grabs himself by the base and strokes up to the tip and back. He groans and changes his position. His left hand is braced against the wall, his brow touching the tiles, while his right hand is stroking his steel-hard and remarkably large cock.
“Wanning, the things I’d like to do to you” he murmurs to himself and he’s vividly imagining the gorgeous stranger on his knees, right there under the shower: naked, with his hair unbound, wet and clinging to his pale skin. He’s visualizing Chu Wanning’s hands grasping his tights, his mouth covering his abdomen with kisses, licks and soft bites. Then going lower and lower, until his hot mouth is enveloping Mo Ran’s throbbing and leaking cock.
He’s imagining those long elegant fingers caressing his sack as Chu Wanning’s hot tongue starts lazily lapping the hard member, all while their eyes are locked on one another, so that Mo Ran could see his intent gaze while he’s sucking. He’s imagining how the stranger would start moving up and down more and more rapidly, sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks, intent on bringing pleasure while his hands grip Mo Ran with a force that would leave bruises.
Mo Ran is now stroking himself at a speed matching his own fantasy, fast and unrelenting, chasing release. In his mind, Chu Wanning is right there in front of him, sucking him dry, swallowing him whole, his tongue flat on his veiny cock, before he lets Mo Ran take the lead.
Mo Ran is imagining as his own hands are gipping the salt and pepper hair as he starts thrusting into the stranger’s mouth, pushing further and further inside until he swallows him whole. Behind closed eyes, Mo Ran is seeing Chu Wanning struggling to contain his hardness, his eyes teary and face flushed, as the cock starts going further and further down, enveloped from all sides by his unbelievably smooth throat. Mo Ran imagines himself thrusting hard and deep, again and again and again…
Stars soon explode behind closed eyes, ropes of white silky cum spurting from his cock as he cries Chu Wanning’s name, imagining he’s filling his mouth to the brim, the older man swallowing every drop. And then, after fucking his mouth, his mind shows him a disheveled Chu Wanning rising from his knees, kissing him desperately and begging for his cock, begging to be fucked “Fuck me, Mo Ran. I need you.”
Mo Ran sighs as he still grips his spent cock, letting the hot water wash away every trace of his desires. He’ll meet him again. He’s sure of it. One thing is certain: Mo Ran has never felt drawn to anyone like this and this time, he wants to believe in fate.