Chapter Text
Waking up early the next day with old, sticky mess on his thighs ruined Chu Wanning’s mood from the previous night. He’d hoped to carry it over at least a little, but this is what he got for falling asleep so easily. He peeled off his boxers and threw them towards the laundry pile (somewhere), before turning on the shower to heat the water.
Glancing around, his eyes fell on the toy, discarded near his pillow atop the sheets. As much as he despised his state of waking up this morning, that was the best he’d slept in ages, and his body felt better than it had in months. Though embarrassed, he no longer glared at the item as he picked it up, rinsed it off, and hid it under his pillow. Perhaps he could try it again tonight, if he had time.
Getting to campus that day was a rushed matter, but Chu Wanning appeared organised and on time (if just by a hair) nevertheless. He went through the motions of his lectures, assignment introductions, updates on student thesis deadlines, but his mind quietly drifted in the space between his words. The morning class came to an end, and soon the next session would begin, this time with Mo Ran in the room.
Mo Ran. Chu Wanning swallowed thinly as he recalled the man’s… involvement, if you will, in his evening activities. Involvement was the wrong word though; How could he have been involved in an action he had no knowledge, let alone consent, of? A sprout of guilt seeded in Chu Wanning’s stomach, stretching upwards in a thin vine. He’d have to look his student in the eyes soon, all while he’d fantasised about—about things he wasn’t even sure how to word! It was one thing to have inappropriate thoughts about a student (which, if asked, he would vehemently deny), but it was another to think such odd thoughts about them, layered over sexual innuendo. Not only had Chu Wanning pictured Mo Ran as he had a phallus on his tongue, but he’d imagined that tongue wandering over the youth’s skin, hands… Hell, he’d even imagined Mo Ran biting him, as if he were that gnarled pencil the dog brought to class each day!
“Professor, everything alright?”
Dear Gods. Chu Wanning’s gaze tore up from his hands, and he nailed Mo Ran with a piercing glare. Of course he’d show up right when Chu Wanning had been recalling the very reason he’d dreaded seeing the boy.
“Woah, sorry,” Mo Ran stepped back, thrown off by such a harsh gaze at their first words of the day. He tried to offset Chu Wanning’s irritation with a nervous smile. “Finals getting to you too? I suppose as a teacher you’d be dealing with nearly as much as us, just differently.”
Mo Ran chuckled to himself, “If my stress is anything to go off of, you’re probably faring pretty badly. If my pencils could talk…”
Chu Wanning cursed mentally. I bet they’d say all sorts of things.
“Take your seat,” He said instead. “I need to begin the lecture.”
“Isn’t it a bit early?”
Chu Wanning gave him a look again, and Mo Ran quickly retreated to his seat, smiling in amusement as he did. That boy… Chu Wanning shook his head. He picked up his phone, and found that there was still a minute before class began.
He surveyed the class, taking in the slimming attendance as students prioritised working on assignments over in-person check ins. He understood; He’d missed many a class to focus on projects back during both his undergrad and graduate programs. Still, the familiar faces of Xue Meng, Mo Ran, and his other dedicated students made him happy. Even as their heads hung down over their laptops, trying to maximise every moment for work, he appreciated their efforts to show up all the same.
“Alright class,” He spoke after a moment. “Let’s begin.”
Lectures came easy. Having already been through this once today, Chu Wanning explained the new material thoroughly for those who had cared to attend. Occasionally, he’d notice a few students fully distracted with something else, and called out their names. “If you’re attending my class, I’d appreciate your present attention, Miss Liu.”
With a hurried apology from the student though, he carried on without a beat. A small but firm reprimand was enough to line up his students, he’d learned. There was no need to harp on it after they’d been embarrassed once.
“Ah!”
Chu Wanning stopped his train of thought and turned towards the outburst. Mo Ran, in the middle second row, had black liquid dripping from his lips. …?!
Though alarm was quick to set in, Chu Wanning soon noticed the broken pen in Mo Ran’s dominant hand and quickly understood. It appeared Mo Ran’s teeth had gotten the best of him after all. The best of his shirt too, it seemed…
“Sorry Laoshi,” Mo Ran started, but Chu Wanning shook his head.
“Don’t.” He turned to address the rest of the room, “I’m going to give you all a break to work on your thesis. Based on the attendance today, you all have a lot on your minds and could benefit from some in-class work time.” He leveled them with a hard gaze. “Do not waste it. Mo Ran, come.”
With that, he grabbed a tissue from his desk and left the room, hearing Mo Ran tag along behind him. Once in the hallway, he offered the tissue without looking. “Here, you’re dripping everywhere.”
Mo Ran gladly accepted, wiping at his hand and face. “Thank you Laoshi.” He held back from pointing out how needless this aside was, and simply accepted the gesture.
“You really should be more careful with those teeth of yours,” Chu Wanning said. They turned a corner, and the professor opened a door to the teachers’ room, empty since classes were in session. They went over to his desk. “You must’ve been really stressed to fully snap a pen. Is it…” is it from my assignments?
“What other classes are you taking?” he said instead.
“Just yours, and Professor Xuanji’s advanced physics,” Mo Ran replied. “It’s really just my uncle, he’s been pestering me and Meng-er about internship stuff for the summer… Thinks we should go to the states for some big tech opportunity, though Auntie’s of course in protest.”
He sighed and looked up to the ceiling, purple-hued eyes lidding slightly. “I don’t really want to go, for now at least. There’s some things here in Sichuan that I’m not ready to leave quite yet.”
Mo Ran sat there for a moment in silence, before shaking his head and looking back to his Professor who had gone still. “I guess my pens are just taking the hit for my frustrations, ha. This is the first time one’s exploded though.”
Chu Wanning had pulled out an alcohol wipe from his drawer during the story and was currently twisting it idly. He finally lifted his gaze—impassive—to Mo Ran’s face and raised the cloth. “Well, you should find other ways to take out your stress. Ink in your teeth is not a good solution.”
At this, Mo Ran laughed out loud. Chu Wanning froze up, like a deer scared by a sudden movement, but inside he loved the sound.
“I’ll try to avoid it next time I chew on something,” Mo Ran joked. Chu Wanning felt heat rising in his cheeks, and hastily reached forward with the wipe to distract from it—Only to realise what he had just done. His hand held still against Mo Ran’s chin, who had likewise stopped moving when the two made contact. They stood, silent, for a moment.
When Chu Wanning saw Mo Ran was about to speak, he quickly began rubbing, “It’s not like you can see where it is, just let me take care of it and it’ll be faster.”
Mo Ran’s eyes widened a hair before relaxing into a smile. He didn’t say anything in favor of watching his professor work.
When Chu Wanning felt satisfied, he pulled back and tossed the rag into a bin, huffing. “I really don’t see why you need to chew on anything at all,” he muttered. “Research has shown that sucking is much more of a relaxant, and it wouldn’t involve nearly as much damage to your things.”
Mo Ran, who had been about to stand off the desk again, stalled when he heard this. What had his professor just said?
“There may be a concern about cleanliness, of course, but that’s no less present in what you’re already doing,” Chu Wanning continued, oblivious to his student’s reaction. “If you’re so stressed, surely breaking pens and damaging pencils isn’t helpi—”
“Did you seriously research this?”
Chu Wanning stiffened and spun to look at Mo Ran, who now stood—who now stood much too close to his professor, thank you very much. Replaying his words, Chu Wanning’s ears began to burn as he realised what he’d been saying. How ridiculous this all sounded, especially from an academic, poised man such as himself. Ridiculous, shameless, utterly—
“You did, didn’t you?”
Chu Wanning refused to deign that with a response. But when Mo Ran didn’t back off, he was forced to relent defensively; “It felt unfair of me to write off your coping mechanisms so carelessly as I had in class, so I looked into it when I got home.”
His eyes were firmly set on the wall beside them, avoiding Mo Ran at all costs. “To my surprise, I found that… there is some merit to this ‘oral fixation’ you described.”
Mo Ran laughed again. It wasn’t the kind Chu Wanning had heard earlier though, which bothered him; This laugh felt almost predatory.
“So your research told you sucking works better for stress relief?”
“... Yes.”
“I see.” Yet he didn’t back away. Chu Wanning was acutely aware of the desk against his backside right now, and was trying not to be aware of his student’s breath so close to his own. “Did Wanning perform any research of his own on the matter? You know, to properly vet these articles’ claims?”
Now Chu Wanning was sure he was being toyed with. And also—
“Shameless!” He smacked Mo Ran’s chest and flusteredly pushed his way past the boy. “I am your professor, I was merely offering some suggestions to help stress relieve—”
“I have a few of those myself, Wanning,” Mo Ran interrupted, grinning coyly. Chu Wanning’s face felt hot.
“You—!”
“I could share them, if you’d like.” The youth stood taller, and for some reason Chu Wanning stayed where he was as Mo Ran approached him slowly. “You said sucking was working wonders, but this poor student isn’t sure he knows what you mean.”
He cocked his head innocently, obviously acting (Chu Wanning had half a mind to roll his eyes), and leaned closer. “Would Wanning mind demonstrating for me?”
“I…” Chu Wanning felt dizzy. He put his palm against Mo Ran’s chest to stop his advances, ignoring how close they already were. “We should get back.”
“That’s not a no.”
Mo Ran grabbed the hand against his chest and pulled it up, breathing along the sensitive skin on the inner wrist. “Would it be better if I started? I’ve been told I have quite the mouth.”
His teeth grazed over Chu Wanning’s veins, and his tongue teased at joining in. Then, moving upward, he bit softly at Chu Wanning’s thumb, right where the man had sucked fervently a few nights prior.
Chu Wanning steamed. He was speechless.
Mo Ran made eye contact, and something in his gaze softened. He pulled back for a moment, “Do you want this too?”
Do you want this too?
‘Too’?
The question shook Chu Wanning back to reality. Furiously, he yanked his hand away from Mo Ran and stormed away. “If you’re going to ask, then I have to say no.”
He shoved past the desks between his own and the door, and left Mo Ran alone, stunned, in the empty room.
꒷︶꒦꒷ ❦ ꒷꒦︶꒷
Class couldn’t finish fast enough.
The ink stains on Mo Rans shirt earned a few laughs when he returned, hardly better than he’d left, but Chu Wanning beelined straight to his desk without mind for his students’ attention. He sat, opened his laptop, and furiously attempted to seem busy as he waited out the rest of the hour. While other students continued their independent work sessions, Chu Wanning could feel Mo Ran’s eyes occasionally boring into him. What was wrong with this boy?!
Phoenix eyes drifted from emails to a wrist, the one Mo Ran had been teething at earlier.
Would it be better if I started?
Teeth just barely grazing skin, nearly ticklish in their idle threats…
I’ve been told I have quite the mouth.
Zip!
Chu Wanning jolted, brought back to reality by a student’s particularly loud zipper. A quick glance at his laptop confirmed that class was basically over, and the white noise of bags and papers shuffling away had risen to signify this as well.
Chu Wanning cleared his throat and stood. “Your only outstanding assignment right now is your thesis, please continue work on that. If you have any questions, don’t put them off for the last minute.”
He heard a quiet laugh from Xue Meng as the boy nodded before continuing packing his things. Chu Wanning bowed his head slightly and picked up his laptop to pack as well. A moment later, he felt a presence approach, and snapped his head up with a ready verbal snapping for that damn--
Oh. It was just another student. Chu Wanning relaxed as the young woman enquired softly, “Do you have any office hours I could attend Friday? I’m swamped until then, and…”
Her voice continued, but Chu Wanning found himself scanning the room for one last student. Oddly, it seemed Mo Ran must’ve been deterred by the slowly forming line at the professor’s desk. Thank heavens, Chu Wanning sighed internally.
He shifted his attention back to the inquiring student and quickly resolved her problem, then the others, until he’d finally cleared the room of the last student. It was quiet.
Chu Wanning sighed. What else was there to do but finish packing his things and return home to his secret new routine.
The sun was past its peak, not quite setting but low enough in the sky to cast colours and lengthened shadows over the parking lot. Chu Wanning smiled idly to himself as he observed from the school exit, just underneath the metal awning. There were a few cars around, but many of the students lived near enough to walk to and from classes, so Chu Wanning’s car was left mostly on its own, like him.
Peaceful petals from nearby haitangs drifted over as he stepped out towards his car, and he breathed in this moment of peace deeply. All of the hectic, terribly embarrassing moments from today would be momentarily left behind when he entered his car and left the campus. He’d be alone, like he preferred, and when he returned home he now had a surefire way to unwind without needing--
“Laoshi!”
Dear gods this cannot be happening. Chu Wanning could not have looked more annoyed when he turned to see, of course, the devil himself.
Tousled dark hair whipped around as Mo Ran jogged up to his professor, the two ending up only a yard from the elder’s car. Mo Ran took a moment to catch his breath, before straightening and levelling his gaze.
“Did you mean what you said?”
“What?” Chu Wanning frowned at the cryptic questioning.
“If I ask you, you’d have to say no.” Mo Ran pushed, face serious. “Did you mean it?”
Chu Wanning’s heart squeezed. His eyebrows pinched together and he turned away; Obviously I’ll just say no again. I’m his professor, how stupid could he be!
He remained quiet though, desperation hanging heavy on his tongue and stirring between his legs. How could this boy do so little yet arouse so much in him?! Chu Wanning wanted more than he could admit to, and he wanted it too much to deny where he knew he should. His lips pressed to a thin, stubborn yet embarrassed line as he chose silence.
A spark lit in Mo Ran’s eyes; That was all the answer he needed.
“Fuck me,” Mo Ran muttered, and suddenly he was against Chu Wanning. His forearm slammed next to the professor’s head, effectively blocking him against the car as the younger forced his way closer. “Unlock the car, Wanning. I wanna see how your research turned out.”
This brazen—
Chu Wanning unlocked the car, a quiet beep signalling that he’d done so even as he firmly looked away. Mo Ran grinned wider and swung open the back door, pulling Chu Wanning around it before pushing him into the vehicle. Not one to be graceful, and certainly not when embarrassed, Chu Wanning stumbled a bit and fumbled to grip the seat’s headrest. “Mo Ran—”
“Come on Laoshi, didn’t you say you researched this earlier?”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“You said enough,” Mo Ran retorted. He crawled over Chu Wanning until the man was flat on his back, fully shadowed by Mo Ran’s broad shouldered frame. “When you helped me earlier, you said sucking was better. Was it for you? Did it help you unwind?”
Chu Wanning’s mouth hung open, unable to even reply at this point. His ears burned so much he felt almost lightheaded, and Mo Ran—this damn Mo Ran—seemed only spurred on by these reactions.
“Fuck, Wanning you have no idea how hot that is.” He dropped his head into the crook of Chu Wanning’s neck, unconsciously fanning his breath over what was apparently an extremely sensitive area. “Picturing you, alone in your room sucking on.. On your arm, or your hand, or—or whatever—”
Something hard pressed against Chu Wanning’s hip. That hardness continued to press, starting a steady grind against his pelvis, completely unapologetic in its pursuit of friction.
“Did your tongue get involved, too? Have you ever done anything like that before? No, you probably haven’t, you’re too above it all..” At this point, the boy was almost just talking to himself, seemingly getting off on a fantasy of the past more than the picture before him. Suddenly though, those eyes rose up to Chu Wanning’s, reminding him that this was very much real.
“Did you get off on it?”
“What?!”
Mo Ran groaned and dropped his head again, this time opening his mouth and tracing his teeth against Chu Wanning’s skin just how he had in the fantasies last night. He pulled back from the teasing to speak momentarily, “I bet you did. I do.”
Breath caught in Chu Wanning’s throat.
He.. he what?
“What?” he asked quietly, so soft it was almost unintelligible.
Though he’d heard, Mo Ran seemed to misunderstand the question. He laughed softly and looked up, “I guess that’s a bit of a lie; Like Laoshi knows already, I prefer biting over sucking.”
As if to prove his point, he dropped his head back down and bit Chu Wanning, properly this time. His teeth dug in, pressing into the skin and staking a claim there—this skin would be marked; this land would be his.
A moan escaped Chu Wanning before he could even process it.
Both of them froze when they heard that. Mo Ran’s eyes jolted up, a predatory ferocity in them that almost frightened Chu Wanning; Meanwhile, Chu Wanning’s hand flew up to his mouth, determined not to let another embarrassment escape.
This, however, would prove a poor decision.
Mo Ran’s gaze drifted from Wanning’s eyes to his hand, now blocking the thing that had started this all. Those sinful teeth, that tantalising tongue, lips that had never known any other use but now only yearned to be wrapped around something, latching and loving and leaving marks on skin—
“Would it comfort you now, Wanning?”
Chu Wanning’s eyebrows knit, genuinely confused. Mo Ran’s head had cocked, eyes still set on that hand, and he leaned forward to press their foreheads together. “Open your mouth, Laoshi. Show me what you do when you’re alone.”
Realisation dawned on Chu Wanning, but as his eyes widened… so did his mouth. His head felt light from all that Mo Ran had spoken thus far, like a spell had been placed over him, and he’d insist he was under some kind of influence as he hesitantly let his palm slot between his teeth. All the while, staring at Mo Ran, who in turn stared at his lips.
“Thats it,” the youth said, voice suddenly breathless. His eyes were lidded as he watched Chu Wanning begin to suck, hesitantly, as though unsure. Mo Ran inclined his chin lightly, as if to guide him, “Try your fingers, baby, suck on them instead.”
My fingers…?
Slowly, in a trance, Chu Wanning pulled his palm just enough to direct his fingers down across his bottom lip. He paused them for just a moment there, almost pulled out of it, until Mo Ran’s heavy gaze locked with his own. Want consumed his mind, and Chu Wanning pushed his fingers into his own mouth and sucked.
Almost immediately his eyes closed, feeling that blanket of comfort swaddle his mind as his tongue explored the thinner expanses of these new forms. Fingers were more similar to the toy, he mused, long and slightly soft in a way where he could press against them and receive just a modicum of give from the skin there, just enough to feel soft while still holding firm in the way he needed. Sucking on them was wonderful too, as now he felt the relief of receiving it as well as giving. The suction on his fingertips, the touch of his tongue, Chu Wanning couldn’t help a tiny whimper passing through him as he sucked harder.
Above him, he heard a soft gasp. He’d nearly forgotten he wasn’t alone.
Chu Wanning’s eyes blinked open, almost sleepily, and he met Mo Ran’s gaze. Time stood still for a moment, before Mo Ran yanked Chu Wanning’s hand away and—
Mo Ran was kissing him. His lips were harsh in how they moved, nearly violent as they pressed harder than necessary against Chu Wanning, so hard he could feel the teeth barely held back behind them. A hand came to guide Chu Wanning’s head as he sloppily attempted to kiss back, pushing down any impulse of how wrong this was. Right now this wasn’t him kissing his student; This was Mo Ran, a domineering yet gentle force that was guiding him back to that sweet place from last night.
Chu Wanning whined again into the kiss, and his lips parted in an attempted gasp for breath. Instead of air, Chu Wanning found his mouth filled with Mo Ran’s tongue, inviting itself in to explore and lap up every inch it could reach like a dog in need. Mo Ran’s tongue reached deep Chu Wanning, pushing and pressing so hard he worried he may choke, and it licked excitedly between and around his teeth like a hungry animal. Chu Wanning tried to pull away, unsure how kissing would ever naturally involve such a messy scene, but Mo Ran’s hand forced his head firmly in place as the two continued to make out. He held Chu Wanning exactly where he wanted, and below, his hips began to thrust against his professor’s with reinvigorated excitement.
Surrendering to the current of Mo Ran’s want and his own physical need, Chu Wanning brought his hand down between his legs and palmed at his now-unignorable hardness. A shudder racked through his body in relief as he finally was addressed where he needed it most, and his head lurched back to gasp in air as he continued to pleasure himself. Mo Ran didn’t let that deter him, though. He redirected his tongue-and-teeth efforts to Chu Wanning’s now incredibly vulnerable neck, biting and tearing his way up and down the porcelain skin with rampant disregard for propriety. Having such intensity covering nearly his entire body, Chu Wanning couldn’t last long. His thighs tensed, pressing harder against Mo Ran’s thrusts, and his stomach tightened against his straining forearm—”Mo Ran,” he gasped, “Mo Ran, I’m—”
Teeth clamped down against his jugular, and Chu Wanning shouted as he came, hard. Shudders racked through his body as he distantly heard Mo Ran cursing under his breath, the jostling of a belt buckle on a steady urgent pace, and Chu Wanning’s head lolled to the side with the final tremors of his orgasm.
“Fuck,” Mo Ran groaned, suddenly stopping his movements. Chu Wanning frowned tiredly and looked over, seeing Mo Ran’s entire body pulled as tight as a bow string, ready to loose—except his hand held still, firmly squeezing at the base of…
Chu Wanning’s eyes widened. His lips subconsciously parted as his gaze traced down the sheer mass within his student’s grip.
In a daze, Chu Wanning found himself reaching for it, thinking distantly that it’d be rude to not let Mo Ran come (he may be a virgin but he could at least make an effort). Yet surprisingly, Mo Ran jerked away, falling back to awkwardly half-kneel half-sit in the seat with Chu Wanning’s legs, narrowly avoiding crushing them. “You don’t need to,” he said, straining a smile. “There’s nowhere good for me to…”
Chu Wanning frowned, and looked back down to his.. Issue. “But you want to come, don’t you?”
Mo Ran laughed tightly and nodded. “Well yes, that is normally how these things go—”
“And you stopped because..?”
Mo Ran dropped his head forward, and for a second Chu Wanning wondered if he was embarrassed. “I… I got so close to just coming in my pants, and I have to walk home, so I…”
He is, Chu Wanning realised. He’s embarrassed how close he came to making a mess. …Like me.
“I see.”
The two sat there somewhat awkwardly for a moment, before guilt took the better of Chu Wanning yet again. “Well, you’ve done this sort of thing before. Where would you normally…?”
Mo Ran raised an eyebrow. “Normally?” He laughed awkwardly again, some thought obviously crossing his mind to embarrass him, as he looked away uncomfortably. “I can just wait it out, Laoshi, it really doesn’t matter that much…”
But Chu Wanning had followed his train of thought. That’s right, he realised, this isn’t normal, because they hadn’t actually had sex. And in normal sex, Mo Ran’s come would have been safely in…
His gaze drew down once again to Mo Ran’s length, only barely softer than it had been a minute ago. His mind recalled an image of the toy back at home, how even that had filled his mouth, and it wasn’t nearly as large as this. Yet…
Chu Wanning couldn’t help but wonder.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned down and opened his mouth.
“Woah, what are you doing?” Mo Ran said, sounding almost scared.
Chu Wanning froze and looked up at him frustratedly, “You want to come, yes?”
“Well obviously, but you really don’t have to—”
“This will make clean up easier,” Chu Wanning cut in. He scoffed, “Besides, people do it all the time, don’t they? It can’t be that bad.”
“Laoshi, you really don’t have to—”
“Why am I Laoshi when I want to do something nice for you, but it’s ‘Wanning’ and ‘baby’ when you’re harassing me?” Chu Wanning huffed, fed up. “If you’re going to insist on being intimate, at least—at least let me try…”
Mo Ran’s gaze softened a bit, and he stayed silent. When he didn’t say anything back, Chu Wanning steadied himself with a breath and knelt down properly. Mo Ran’s length had dwindled slightly in their back and forth, but since it made things marginally easier, Chu Wanning held no complaints. He took another breath, and leaned forward, opening his mouth.
“Ah, teeth, Wanning,” Mo Ran said quietly.
“I know!” Chu Wanning snapped, flustered. He’d clearly never done this before (on a person, at least), but it was still embarrassing to be corrected before he’d even begun. “Just let me focus.”
He wanted to say something more hot, to maybe help Mo Ran reach his orgasm faster, but he was at a loss of anything else to say. It dawned on him that this must’ve truly been a fluke, ending up in the back seat with who was probably his most popular student, somehow the subject of his attention.
He didn’t know what he was doing. He wasn’t good at this.
He wasn’t…
Chu Wanning knit his brows and tried to push his thoughts down; The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could get home and relax properly. Maybe he could even recapture the ecstasy he’d felt just minutes ago.
He leaned in, this time leading with his tongue slightly, and made contact. Immediately this was different, yet familiar at the same time. He felt a shaky breath escape from the man above him, but he pushed that to the side; this required his focus if he didn’t want to embarrass himself.
Chu Wanning pushed forward more. His mouth widened, tongue stretching further to make room for the intrusion as he took as much as he could into his mouth. He realised he was instinctually trying to accept the whole thing; Despite his insecurity, this was a comfort to him. His subconscious knew what made him feel good, and hopefully he’d be alright to follow its lead.
“Fuck, Wanning, where did you—” Shut up, Chu Wanning wanted to say. Instead, he swallowed, trying to reach his nose to the base but only gaining another inch or so before truly reaching his limit. He could feel his gag reflex trembling, itching to jerk away, but just barely being held at bay. Something about this teasing testing game with himself lit a fire of excitement in his mind, pulling him back to that foggy, muddled mindset. Tickling his mind, he continued to press softly deeper, moving up and down just a centimeter, fucking his throat on the hilt of Mo Ran’s weapon.
God he wanted to moan. He wanted to let go, so badly did he want to let go, this was a million times better than the toy ever could be, but he couldn’t. This was a means to an end (Mo Ran’s, in particular).
A hand startled Chu Wanning by appearing on his head, and his tight-rope act with his gag reflex was thrown off in surprise. He choked, lurching back, and Mo Ran’s hand retracted. “Shit—Sorry—”
“What are you doing?” Chu Wanning accused, more angry about being interrupted than Mo Ran’s involvement or lack thereof.
“I just, I like to touch my partners while they’re…” The youth looked to the side, embarrassed. “Sorry, I don’t have to if you don’t like that.”
Chu Wanning studied him for a moment.
“It’s… fine.”
“Huh?”
“You can touch me.” Chu Wanning didn’t make eye contact, avoiding the intimacy he so desperately wanted. If Mo Ran wanted to keep playing, then… then he’d accept as much as he could. “Just, don’t distract me too much.”
Mo Ran nodded eagerly, and his hand returned to tangle in Chu Wanning’s hair, though hesitantly. The older leaned back in, quickly swallowing down much of Mo Ran’s length once more, and the thighs that caged his head tensed in response. Chu Wanning felt his mind relax as he indulged in the sensory lull that was his predicament: soft, worn denim pressing just slightly against his ears, blocking out the world, this headspace that was muffled just as much as the noise of existence around him. He sucked at Mo Ran’s cock, drinking in the unique yet inoffensive musk against his tongue, the soft, circumcised skin providing just enough give to mold against his pallet. His throat once again opened for Mo Ran to reach deeper, and as he swallowed, he felt Mo Ran’s grip tighten in his hair.
In a moment, his thoughts were gone, his existence held on a livewire between where his throat edged itself on Mo Ran and where Mo Ran’s hand kept him firmly—possessively—in place. His heart raced in excitement. The feeling of this anticipation, the risk of his throat being fully blocked if Mo Ran only pushed a little harder, the tickling threat of his air supply locking, the lack of agency taking him fully out of his mind, it all kept building—
“Wanning, fuck wanning,” Mo Ran breathed above him, muffled to Wanning by the legs framing his head. “Could you—god, move just a little, I’m so close though, fuck I’m close.”
Move? Chu Wanning’s mind was slow to react, partially unwilling to leave this perfect haven he was currently in. He wanted Mo Ran to feel good though. If he felt good, maybe he’d keep making Chu Wanning feel good too.
Chu Wanning’s tongue licked up the underside as best it could from his position, more of a rub than a lick as it caressed Mo Ran’s cock. A small tremor showed that he did something right, but Chu Wanning was sure he could do more. He sucked, hollowing his cheeks and moving up and down an inch or so to properly ‘stroke’ some of the length. The hand in his hair gripped tighter. Though it impeded his work, clearly Chu Wanning was doing something right.
Then, Mo Ran’s hips began to move. Or the hand was moving Chu Wanning, but it happened so fast he honestly couldn’t tell.
One moment, he was moving himself, then the next, he found his eyes tearing up as his mouth was invaded beyond his control, rapidly and repeatedly hitting his throat but too fast for him to fully gag or even react at all. The best Chu Wanning could do was open his jaw wider, to a nearly painful point, and let himself go slack as Mo Ran had his way with him and fuck if it didn’t do something to Chu Wanning’s mind. If he’d thought the muffled haze of his prior state had been nice, this was like that but sharper somehow, every blurry detail confusingly heightened in its intense sensations while keeping him more numb than he’d ever felt—
And suddenly his throat was stuffed, Mo Ran’s tip far past his gag reflex yet holding so firm in its position that Chu Wanning couldn’t even process it, and he felt something filling him in that far beyond space. He did his best to swallow, but when he did, he found himself suddenly coughing into his hand, specks of come escaping onto his fingers as he did so. His brow wrinkled, knowing he ought to be grossed out, but his head was still miles away. What an indelicate way to end this affair, he thought prudishly.
“Wanning?” Mo Ran? “Shit, baby I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to—It just felt so good, I couldn’t—I should’ve warned you, or—”
“It’s fine,” Chu Wanning rasped. He cleared his throat, surprised at how croaky he’d sounded. He tried again: “I’m alright. Was that good?”
Mo Ran made a face, seeming to be a bit confused though Chu Wanning wasn’t sure why. “Yeah, yeah no that was…” He laughed slightly, “That was amazing.”
Chu Wanning nodded, “Mm.”
He was trying his damndest to present sobriety, but inside he still felt melted and warm. Dazed. He didn’t want to cover this up, but he had to get Mo Ran out of here as fast as possible before he could bask. (Though by shoving down how good he felt, he’d probably snuff it out before he could have the chance to enjoy it… Oh well, he had a toy at home if he truly needed rekindling.)
Chu Wanning tried his best to straighten his clothing, tidy his hair, but the flush on his cheeks and come in his pants were undeniable truths of the events that had taken place.
“Well, you should get going,” the professor found himself saying.
“What?”
Chu Wanning groaned internally, please don’t drag this out longer, and avoided Mo Ran’s gaze.
“Wanning—”
“You have finals to work on,” Chu Wanning cut him off. “I’m glad I could help.. With your stress, or whatever this was, but you should leave now.”
Mo Ran’s eyes studied him, and if he’d cared to look he would’ve been surprised by the hurt, confusion, and surprise in them. But he didn’t look. And Mo Ran didn’t push.
“I… okay.” Resigned. That was okay.
Belt buckle sounds. A zipper. “Yeah,” Mo Ran said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The car door opened and the legs beside Chu Wanning swung out of the car. More sounds; the straightening of clothes, probably.
“Take care of yourself, professor.”
Then, the car door closed. And Chu Wanning was left alone.