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"Stay still, Chu laoshi. Or do you want to start again?"
His pussy is leaking. Chu Wanning could feel the white liquid trickling out, soaking the sheets below and dripping onto his naked thighs. The orgasm hit him hard, pulsing through all his limbs as he lay there, barely able to move. His hips slightly shift and his legs begin to twitch slightly; Mo Ran’s thumb slides easily across his clit, the muscle slowly milking him dry, not stopping until Chu Wanning’s entire body finally gives out and he exhales the last of his breath. The muscles in his thighs still twitch for a moment before finally beginning to contract, driving the thumb harder against the sensitive spot, milking him dry once more. Chu Wanning’s breath was soon replaced by soft moans as the sweet stickiness of his cum slipped down onto the sheets; the tiny contractions in his thighs slowing to a stop and the hand on his core slowly slipping off away from him. Mo Ran removes his fingers, licking them clean as the older man’s body goes limp once more.
Mo Ran sits back and looks at Chu Wanning for a moment, before bending down and kissing him roughly, tongue sliding in between the slightly parted lips, probing and pushing against the soft insides; Mo Ran’s right hand pulls the man’s head back firmly, bracing it with his left hand, and swiftly nibbling at Chu Wanning’s ear as he adds to the older man’s pleasure. Chu Wanning groans in response, and Mo Ran smiles to himself as he breaks away from the man’s ear, his body once again in control.
Chu Wanning writhes slightly under him, chest rising and falling hurriedly as he sweats heavily. Mo Ran wipes some of Chu Wanning's hair out of his eyes and notices that he is flushed, his face turning red and his breathing coming in short gasps. "You’ve worked hard, haven’t you?"
Mo Ran smiles down at him and brushes his soaked hair off his forehead. Chu Wanning looks away, pretending not to hear.
Mo Ran chuckles to himself, but his eyes haven’t left Chu Wanning. The older man looks beautiful like this, with his arms bound tightly behind his back, his face pressed firmly into the cushions, his legs spread wide and his ass sticking up, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he slowly shudders with pleasure.
Several shutter clicks fill the silence, and Chu Wanning suddenly freezes, turning his head cautiously so that Mo Ran catches a fleeting glimpse of his expression. A bright red flush blooms on his cheeks as Chu Wanning looks at the camera, seeing it is now pointed directly into his face. His eyes instantly meet Mo Ran's, and Mo Ran abruptly stops chuckling, hints of a smirk creeping over his lips, not able to suppress a huge grin. "Alright. You can move now."
Chu Wanning flushes even harder and looks away, panicking a little bit.
"Look at me." Mo Ran’s voice is still light, but it is harder to mask.
Chu Wanning’s face burns even hotter, unable to meet Mo Ran's eyes, but he nevertheless manages to look up at the smiling face in front of him. Mo Ran wipes some fake sweat from his forehead, before moving down to the lower half of Chu Wanning's face, just above the ribbon of hair, and quickly unbinds it. A few seconds later, most of his hair is lying around him, and Mo Ran stuffs the ribbon into his pockets, tucking it neatly away. "Ready?"
Chu Wanning's hips move of their own accord, grinding against the cushions as he begins to pant, wishing that this would all be over. Mo Ran raises his eyebrows slightly, pleasantly surprised to see Chu Wanning getting into it so quickly. Mo Ran switches his camera’s focus and takes another shot, this time of Chu Wanning’s eyes closed in concentration. "Not bad. Nice to see you cooperating for once."
The cushions are all soaked by now, but Chu Wanning can only think of the moment right now and the pure heat in his lower stomach. His mouth hangs open as he pants out hard breaths, involuntarily pressing his face against the cushion and rubbing his pussy against it with each thrust. He’s delirious with need and he knows it, but that doesn’t make him any less needy.
Throat constricted, head tilting back and eyes squeezed shut, he lets out a groan when he feels his last remaining sliver of resistance crumble. His breathing and moans stream out with the thrusts, filling the room with his random noises. His legs start to shake, and sweat trickles down his neck. His exposed flaps tingle and burn with the friction, and he can feel a rush of tight, blissful pleasure building in his spine.
In a flash of thought, he remembers exactly how long it’s been since the last time, and the memory alone is enough to push him over. His hips roll, his pussy itching to be filled like it’s been hungry for a month, his mind racing with images of what he’ll do if he climaxes. The idea of his own fingers playing on that wet, hungry cunt makes him go bright red in embarrassment, but it doesn’t stop his body from cumming, the first wave of spasms catching him off-guard and flushing his cheeks scarlet. His legs shake and a sheen of sweat forms on his stomach, a chill running down the entire length of his spine despite the heat. Chu Wanning moans out as his entire body trembles and convulses, his eyes closed tight and his hands clenched into fists as he keeps up a steady rhythm of thrusting, his pussy tight and needy for more, his own breath easing out of his mouth in concentrated pants.
Chu Wanning shivers as his own climax catches up to him, the feeling of clinging bliss and pleasure making his palms go wet with sweat as he hovers on the threshold of arousal. His head tips back, his eyes completely shut as he focuses on his own pleasure and torment, his body shuddering once again as he finishes up, gasping for breath.
Mo Ran chuckles behind him, a low, satisfied chuckle as Chu Wanning lies spent and trembling with his eyes shut tight. Chu Wanning can see Mo Ran’s face from behind, leaning against one of the tables, an inscrutable, predatory smirk on his face even though he seems completely relaxed. Chu Wanning swallows hard, embarrassed at how easily he came, wondering how much Mo Ran might have watched, but Mo Ran has yet to move. After a moment, Mo Ran straightens, making a show of checking his watch and adjusting his clothes.
"Well, that's new. Didn’t know you had it in you." His voice is amused, and there’s a definite smile in the set of his mouth as he speaks.
Chu Wanning finds himself flushing slightly, his cheeks hot in a blush that he can feel, not noticing the look of amusement on Mo Ran’s face. What would he say to that? Chu Wanning fidgets nervously for a moment, then looks quickly away.
Mo Ran pushes himself off the table and walks over, smiling as he bends down to look at the loose tiles in front of Chu Wanning’s feet. Chu Wanning tenses as the man’s eyes rake over his body and moans as his hips automatically buck when Mo Ran’s fingers start at the top of his thighs and lightly trace their way down to the open wetness between his legs. He automatically lifts his hips to give Mo Ran better access, a little sound escaping his lips when Mo Ran does nothing more than run one finger against his swollen clit, lightly rubbing and increasing the sensation when Chu Wanning starts to squirm and shudder. Mo Ran grins and looks up at Chu Wanning, his eyes riveted on the older man’s face. "So needy. Mind if we try something new?"
Chu Wanning yelps as he is flipped on his back from the face down position, his back now lying on the bed, his legs spread wide to either side of his torso, his leaking cunt exposed and twitching deliciously at Mo Ran’s stare.
Still grinning, Mo Ran runs his thumb into Chu Wanning’s folds and begins to stimulate it, rubbing his fingers up and down slowly until Chu Wanning starts to writhe and moan in pleasure, his hips bucking up against Mo Ran’s hand as his body starts to spasm. Chu Wanning finds himself biting his lip as he feels a strange, hungry sort of need well up inside him, one that had never been there before. It drives him on, pushing his hips higher as he feels his body tighten and quiver, a delicious sensation that seems to make his nipples pebble and his pussy flutter as Mo Ran’s thumb fills him with pleasure.
Groaning, Chu Wanning makes a feeble attempt at pushing Mo Ran’s hand away, but Mo Ran doesn’t let up, sliding his fingers deeper into Chu Wanning, and Chu Wanning can’t think as pleasure overwhelms him.
His mouth is open, his breathing uneven as he feels a strange sort of insatiable craving course through him. Mo Ran’s finger is slick and hot, wet and hard as he moves it in and out of Chu Wanning, speeding up little by little until he can’t take it any more, and his hips buck wildly, trying to meet Mo Ran’s questing finger. His mouth is open in a delighted gasp, his body arched back as he pushes against Mo Ran’s hand.
"Please..." Chu Wanning manages to breathe out.
Mo Ran laughs, a low grunt of triumph as Chu Wanning shudders against him. "Not yet."
All of a sudden, Mo Ran pulls his fingers out, making Chu Wanning cry out in his palm with a wheezy gasp. Chu Wanning whimpers several times, his breath still short, but this time it isn’t pleasure that pulls a disbelieving grin onto Mo Ran’s face, instead it is the slightest hint of desperation. Mo Ran laughs, pushing up Chu Wanning’s chin to meet his gaze. He strokes the older man’s cheek with his rough thumb, his eyes glittering as he watches him fight to calm himself. His forehead dapples with the beads of sweat that fill the air. He bats his eyelashes, smiling with a predatory glint in his eyes, a tiny smile that is all teeth. "Aren’t you needy today?"
Mo Ran waits until Chu Wanning’s eyes fix on his again before capturing the older man’s mouth with his own. His lips are warm, callused and soft, and Chu Wanning’s mouth hesitates for a moment before opening under. His tongue brushes against Chu Wanning’s upper lip, teasing and coaxing the other man to open wider. "Good job."
Mo Ran kisses him firmly then, his tongue demanding entry into the older man’s mouth, Chu Wanning’s lips parting automatically. Chu Wanning groans, a deep and long sound that makes Mo Ran smile against his lips, his tongue pushing in alongside his lips, his hands framing the older man’s waist almost possessively. He’s being careless, Mo Ran thinks, but he can’t help himself. Lowering his head, he kisses the older man’s neck, and Chu Wanning arches back, whimpering. Mo Ran grins, sliding his hand along Chu Wanning’s hips and rests it there, letting Chu Wanning press into him. Chu Wanning mewls, gasping, and pushes his hips against Mo Ran’s hand. Mo Ran laughs and presses his lips again, whispering kisses to Chu Wanning’s throat, pushing him down. "You did great today. Should we end it here?"
Chu Wanning feels the panic building in his chest and swiftly shakes his head, a blush suffusing his face when Mo Ran laughs again and leans over, pressing his lips to the skin of his neck. After a moment, he pulls back, smiling wryly. "No? What do we do, then?"
Mo Ran unbinds the silk tie that’s wrapped around Chu Wanning’s arms and hands, and then steps back, reaching for the camera on the table. "Let's get something on tape."
There’s a hint of mischief in his eyes as he takes a step back to the side of the bed, then raises the camera, adjusting it with one hand. "Come on, Chu laoshi, make it good."
Mo Ran clicks on the button, and the camera whirrs. He lifts the camera up to his eye and holds it up to the bed. "Who knows? If it turns out well, maybe we can continue where we left off."
Chu Wanning feels his face heat up, this time with real embarrassment. The thought of touching himself in front of a camera is absolutely repulsive, but the idea of Mo Ran sitting there and filming it, watching him, is somehow even more unbearable.
Mo Ran steps closer, and sits down on the edge of the bed next to Chu Wanning’s legs. He lets the camera drop a bit to get some more flattering shots from a different angle, then focuses back on Chu Wanning’s face. Once the shot is ready, he takes the camera back and begins filming, the whole time smiling at Chu Wanning, who is frozen stiff. "Go on. You can start now."
Chu Wanning almost yelps at the sudden command but does as he is told, first adjusting himself carefully, then baring his stomach, with the shot facing up towards the camera as usual. He takes a peek at Mo Ran’s reaction as he studies him, but turns away when Mo Ran’s eyes lock on to his, blushing and looking away from the camera. He hears a soft chuckle and an empty tray fall off the floor, followed by Mo Ran’s words, "Open your legs wider."
Chu Wanning complies and readily bares his legs, revealing his neatly shaven pussy beneath, wet and still leaking a few drops of pre-cum that dripped down from his slit and are about to stain his sheets. His shaking hand starts to move, gliding against his thighs, slowly lowering down and reaching for his swollen gland, the fingers lingering at the nub for a few seconds before continuing to trail downward, gathering the drops and spreading them along his slit. Chu Wanning moans softly, his legs trembling as the sweet sensation spreads through his body.
His fingers playfully tease his sensitive folds, causing a few drops of clear liquid to pool and dribble down, to be caught by his circling fingers and added to the already copious amount dripping down his hand and seeping into the sheets. He traces the outer folds with his fingers, rubbing and flicking, feeling the engorged flesh tighten against his touch as he speeds up the motion. The sensation mounts as his fingers encroach upon the swollen nub, first gently touching and circling, then tweaking it gently and moving faster as Chu Wanning groans softly, pushing his head into the pillow and raising his hips off the bed. His pussy clenches and shudders against his fingers as he gathers the slick juices leaking from his hole and slowly pushes a finger inside.
Chu Wanning opens his eyes to see Mo Ran staring at him with a look of raw hunger. His eyes roam hungrily over Chu Wanning's body, lingering at the point where Chu Wanning's fingers are buried deep inside his pussy, until he meets Chu Wanning's eyes again. "You're going to come on that, aren't you?"
"I..." Chu Wanning begins, averting his eyes.
"Want me to help you?" Mo Ran's voice is soft and low, smooth, husky.
Mo Ran stands up and steps closer to the bed, laying the camera down and leaning over Chu Wanning. Mo Ran's breath warms Chu Wanning's neck and he feels his throat constrict, swallowing hard. Mo Ran's tongue slides along the soft skin of his neck and shoulder, finally laving the shell of his ear, and Chu Wanning shudders and chokes back a cry.
"Stay still."
The command is soft, dangerous, but Chu Wanning nods and closes his eyes, steeling himself to resist the urge to press himself against the younger man's body. Mo Ran's hands move to his shoulders, fingers threading through his soft hair and into his hair, massaging tenderly and Chu Wanning moans, eyes fluttering open.
Mo Ran chuckles and leans down, his lips pressing warm kisses to Chu Wanning's jaw, neck, and ear, whispering into it. "You did great today."
Chu Wanning bites his lip. He feels the keening ecstasy spreading through his body, feels it building up behind the playful dotting of Mo Ran's finger on his skin, the stinging scratches of his nails against his body. He lifts his head from the pillow to push his lips against Mo Ran's, breathing in his hot, outgoing breath, and moans when Mo Ran slides his fingers down between his legs, grazing the flesh there with his fingertips, the pads of his fingers fluttering over his pussy. He cries out sharply and falls back, his back arching as Mo Ran continues to tease him, rocking his fingers gently against Chu Wanning's now swollen clitoris, pinching the throbbing nub of flesh between two fingers, pulling and twisting at it. Chu Wanning pants heavily, the sounds spilling out of his mouth in sharp cries as his chest heaves up and down.
Mo Ran kisses Chu Wanning's neck, biting his earlobe and sucking on it gently, soothing away the bite with a gentle flick of his tongue. "Hold your legs for me."
Chu Wanning's knees buckle at Mo Ran's command, and he lets his legs collapse to the side, holding them up with a slight tremble in his thighs as Mo Ran strokes and teases him. Mo Ran sucks on his stomach, and suddenly Chu Wanning arches his back as the younger man's tongue moves down and swirls into his navel. Mo Ran's head moves down the inside of his thighs, kissing and nipping at the soft flesh. Chu Wanning's whole body is burning. All of his muscles tremble and ache, begging for relief as Mo Ran goes lower and brushes a light kiss over his folds, making him buck up and down from the bed with a squeal.
Mo Ran grips Chu Wanning's legs and pushes them down so that they're pressed against Chu Wanning's chest, effectively locking Chu Wanning's lower body in place as Mo Ran slips his tongue into Chu Wanning's pussy, lapping up the beads of pre-cum that have gathered in the folds and teasing at the hole itself.
Chu Wanning can't hold back his scream as he squirts into Mo Ran's mouth, his hips bucking and moving as he squirts, thrusting up into Mo Ran's mouth in a few rapid spurts while another soft cry tumbles from his lips.
Chu Wanning lies back panting, his pussy twitching as it gives another weak spurt of cum onto his stomach. He feels spent. His body quivers weakly as he feels Mo Ran's fingers working his clit, making his pussy jump as if it were trying to squirt again.
"Aren't you pretty like this?" Mo Ran says playfully, a knowing smirk on his face as he kneads the sensitive flesh.
"N-no, I..." Chu Wanning sputters, but his words come out like a moan as Mo Ran kneads harder, his thumb rubbing circles over a particularly sensitive spot.
Mo Ran's grin widens into a wry smile as he leans over and kisses Chu Wanning, who doesn't resist in the slightest as Mo Ran's tongue swirls against his lips. Mo Ran raises one of his hands and brushes it along Chu Wanning's cheekbone, stopping to stroke the soft, downy hair. "So pretty for me."
Chu Wanning flushes at the attention, the blush spreading down his cheeks and over his neck. Mo Ran grins as if he had won a game. He hooks his finger under Chu Wanning's chin and pulls his lips against his, and Chu Wanning breathes into him.
Chu Wanning isn't sure how they ended up like this. It had started only as a bit of a dare -- Mo Ran suggesting that they try something a little different. He had figured that it was just an excuse to get him to do something weird, but when Mo Ran started to set up the camera and asked him to take off his shirt, Chu Wanning felt like he was frozen.
Another feeling of arousal started then. He had never looked at his own body before, never really paid attention to it, and yet seeing Mo Ran set up the camera, forcing him to strip down in front of it... It felt like his body was growing more sensitive, like he could feel every breath on his skin, every sound from Mo Ran that was obviously teasing him.
Mo Ran is like a drug, and Chu Wanning knows that he should stay away, but despite his better judgment, he finds himself chasing after him like a junkie for more, often with disastrous results.
Chu Wanning feels Mo Ran's lips trail down his chin and onto his neck, making him shiver. "Everyone's coming back soon. Should we stop?"
Chu Wanning should have told him to stop. He should have pushed him away and told him to get out. But he didn't. So when Chu Wanning finds himself riding the younger man's cock shortly after, with three of his colleagues just outside of his office walls, he feels not only naked and ashamed, but soiled and used.
Chu Wanning covers his mouth to stifle his moans when Mo Ran pushes deeper into him, Mo Ran's cock making an obscene wet sound as it slithers in and out of his pussy, screwing him with rough, jerky movements that make Chu Wanning shudder and groan in shameful ecstasy.
"Quiet down. Do you want them to hear you?" Chu Wanning can hear the smirk in Mo Ran's voice.
"Good boys don't make a sound when getting fucked, do they?" Chu Wanning nods his head despite his urge to tell Mo Ran where he can shove it.
Chu Wanning lowers himself once more, his palms pressed flat against Mo Ran's abdomen as he continues to fuck himself into Mo Ran's cock, Mo Ran watching him the entire time. Chu Wanning doesn't miss the way Mo Ran flicks his hair off his face, or the way Mo Ran wraps one hand around Chu Wanning's hip and rests it on his stomach while he reaches forward with the other hand to toy with his nipples, pinching and pulling and watching Chu Wanning bite back a moan.
Chu Wanning arches his back and draws in a deep breath, all the while rocking his hips back and forth, up and down, as Mo Ran plays with the hard buds, drawing them between his fingers and thumbs before pulling with a sharp yank, the pain mingling with pleasure for Chu Wanning as Mo Ran thrusts upward, pressing Chu Wanning down onto him with a grunt.
Chu Wanning forces himself to remain quiet, biting down on his bottom lip as Mo Ran plucks at the pink peaks, pressing harder with each tug until Chu Wanning cries out, tilting his head back and moaning, though Mo Ran doesn't let up until Chu Wanning is clenching his jaw shut, trying not to make a sound and failing miserably.
In one swift motion, Mo Ran forces Chu Wanning down and rolls them over, throwing Chu Wanning on his back and climbing on top of him.
"I told you to be quiet, didn't I?" Mo Ran murmurs in his ear before slamming back inside, his cock filling him up and stretching him out, and Chu Wanning cries out again, Mo Ran thrusting harder and faster than before, pounding into him mercilessly, as Chu Wanning throws his head back and mewls in pleasure, a continuous moan escaping his mouth as Mo Ran rams into him again and again.
Mo Ran reaches up and grabs a hold of Chu Wanning's mouth, pushing his thumb into the bottom lip and thrusting in and out again, pumping his hips rapidly as Chu Wanning lays there and moans around his thumb.
Mo Ran moves his head up to Chu Wanning's ear and whispers hoarsely, "If you keep this up, everyone will come in and see you like this."
Mo Ran pulls out of him suddenly, his cock dripping with pre-cum as Chu Wanning whimpers and tries to pull him back inside of him. Mo Ran flips him over onto his stomach and Chu Wanning shudders in pleasure, Mo Ran moving forward and gripping Chu Wanning's hair and thrusting his cock into him quickly, moans rising from Chu Wanning's throat as he arches his back.
"Do you want to be fucked by them too?" Mo Ran taunts, his eyes glimmering as he slams into Chu Wanning harder and faster, his mouth lingering around Chu Wanning's neck, biting and sucking at the skin.
Chu Wanning sobs as he feels himself tightening, his pussy dripping as his body aches for release. Suddenly, Mo Ran's mouth moves to Chu Wanning's ear, and he whispers, "You're all for A-Ran, aren't you? So good for me."
Chu Wanning can't hold on anymore and comes hard, moaning and shivering as his pussy pulses and squeezes around Mo Ran's cock, milking it dry. Mo Ran's hands tighten around Chu Wanning's waist, holding him steady as he slowly pulls out and then thrusts back in, burying his cock deep inside Chu Wanning's pussy as he spills his cum into it.
Chu Wanning whimpers, clinging to Mo Ran desperately as he finishes inside him, leaving him gasping and weak. Mo Ran wraps his arms around Chu Wanning and holds him close, smiling down at the shaking man with a look of deep satisfaction on his face.
Chu Wanning turns around in Mo Ran's arms and looks up at him with a shy, little frown. Mo Ran kisses him gently on the forehead, smoothing his cheek with a hand before leaning in and kissing Chu Wanning full on the lips. Chu Wanning opens his mouth to Mo Ran's, closing his eyes and relaxing into the kiss. As they break apart, Mo Ran reaches down and brushes Chu Wanning's hair out of his face, grinning. "You could've told me to stop, you know?"
Chu Wanning wraps his arm around Mo Ran's and snuggles closer, Mo Ran smiling and pressing a kiss to the corner of Chu Wanning's mouth. "You did well."