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As the months passed and seasons changed, something miraculous happened.
Chu Wanning, whose social media was known to be a complete wasteland, had flourished recently. Instead of a desolate field of...uh, nothingness, there were now new posts every week or so. Fans couldn’t help but rejoice, raising celebratory banners as they marched forth into his account.
The field of flowers was about to blossom! Delicious food was being cooked! Sugar and spice and everything nice was being given out! They could finally enjoy content that didn’t involve rewatching Chu Wanning’s films for the umpteenth time!
The only complaint his fans had were: There was way too much sugar. They could feel their teeth rotting from it all.
Of course, despite the wails that flooded his comment section and replies, Chu Wanning never once responded or acknowledged his indiscriminate spreading of PDA.
Actually...he wasn’t even aware of it.
He wasn’t even the one posting, instead, it was a certain dog who had taken over his account and was responsible for it all. He hadn’t actually touched his account properly in a long while. The most he ever did was repost whatever promotion he was tagged in, or upload a simple picture before tossing his phone away again.
CWN_3799: Dinner with my beloved~ So happy~ *kisses and hugs* [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]
Heiho: Wanning…where has your public image gone to…aren’t you meant to be an aloof idol. What is this…strange behaviour…
Pig about to dig up a cabbage: It’s collapsed, ahhhhhh, the settings have completely collapsed…
Konjac jelly: THIS IS SO SWEET I LOVE THE BOTH OF YOU BUT PLEASE SPARE A THOUGHT FOR ALL US SINGLE DOGS OKAY?!!!
Limeuuu: +1
Gwerain: +2, reported for abuse
CWN_3799: Lunch date again~ Love you lots and lots!! *hug hug kiss kiss* [Picture] [Picture]
Konjac jelly: …Happy people scare me
Wishing you a good dream: ???????? Did God Chu get hacked why’s he typing so weirdly
Limeuuu: This is cute and all but I feel awfully lonely right now. Any hot rich men wanna HMU please dm me thanks
Sucrose father: @Limeuuu hello babe pls chek dm i rich giv mone
CWN_3799: Tried to cook breakfast. [Picture]
Konjac jelly: …? Wait why did he go back to talking normally what’s going on???
Heiho: ????????
Tangtangxin: ??? He’s back to normal??? TBH I got used to the previous posts, this kinda feels weird now
Gwerain: LOOKS GOOD WANNING I WOULD EAT IT (even if it looks a bit burnt but that’s okay I support you!)
Wishing you a good dream: You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if those previous posts weren’t even made by him.
Pig about to dig up a cabbage: …Now that you mention it, I thought it was just some gap moe but thinking about it more, I’m 90% sure it’s his boyfriend making all those posts.
Fattychirp: First thing in the morning and I’m already getting sugar shoved down my throat. That’s enough internet for today.
Facing the wall: Lmao I think I’m eating salt instead of sugar. WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHHH SO ANGRY
Mo Ran was going to shamelessly post more, but Xue Meng finally decided to butt in like the sore virgin loser he was and changed the password, before deleting all the shameful posts out of sheer spite.
Even if Chu Wanning’s persona as an untouchable flower sitting loftily atop the highest of mountains had completely crumbled apart thanks to a certain someone, it was still best to maintain a certain level of professionalism on his main account.
Thus, Chu Wanning’s account once again returned to its dry and barren state, and the fans finally sighed in relief.
Comparatively, Secretary Liu was having the most wonderful awful time of his life as he looked at the form in front of him him before letting out a depressed sigh. He felt like he had aged 20 years over the past few weeks. Look, even if his hair was already fully gray, the concerning part was that it was now beginning to fall out from stress, okay? He’s going to go bald at this rate! He could even feel his blood pressure rising everyday!
The end of the year was meant to be enjoyed with his family, eating hot pot while the winter snow drifted down.
Instead, he was stuck in the office. Ho ho ho? More like no no no.
He gave a hateful glare towards his boss who was, for some odd reason, depressed once again. There was nothing but trouble for him whenever his “dearest” President Mo was in a bad mood. Case in point: The entire stack of documents that had been tossed to him, each pile more mountainous than the last. Though to be fair, it wasn’t like President Mo wasn’t doing his own share of work, the only issue was how his “beloved” boss would spend every five minutes staring at his phone, before sighing, and then picking up his phone again, and then sighing again, and then picking it up again…
And so the cycle repeated over and over again. How were they ever going to get their work done on time…
Maybe he’ll swap the documents out for resignation forms. An old man like him should be enjoying life, not having to deal with whatever melodramatic play his boss was acting out! Even then, Secretary Liu still felt a little concerned about his boss. The gloom surrounding him was clearly abnormal, and an old fellow like him was still rather soft towards youngsters.
“Sir, is there something bothering you? Perhaps I could offer some words of advice?” Secretary Liu hesitantly called out. Mo Ran looked at him before giving his nth despairing sigh. If Secretary Liu could go back to the past, he would give himself a good slap.
“Say, how do I get my boyfriend’s ring size?”
What a strange and unnecessary question.
“...Just grab his hand and measure it?”
Mo Ran frowned and shook his head, “No that’s a stupid idea.”
He almost vomited a whole mouthful of blood at those words. He even regretted feeling concerned for his boss! Stupid? Stupid?! Your whole family is stupid! How else could you get the size! Of course, a good employee had to be flexible and submit to their boss’ whims. As such, he very cleverly changed his tune.
“Have you…considered…asking him?”
“No. I want it to be a surprise. I can’t let him know.” Mo Ran instantly rejected the suggestion, looking at Secretary Liu as though he was an idiot.
Speechless. Secretary Liu was for once, utterly speechless. He couldn’t even come up with a single response or thought. Instead, he gave a wry smile, fingers twitching as he seriously considered packing up at this very moment and leaving.
President Mo was oblivious to his subordinate’s inner turmoil, and sighed once again, looking like a pitiful widow as he stared out of the window.
Measuring it…
A spark seemed to light up in his mind. Directly measuring it was out of the question, but measuring it secretly?
He was going to go home and give it a try.
Recently, Chu Wanning found that Mo Ran was becoming weirder than he usually was. Although Mo Ran had always been extremely physically affectionate, he'd somehow become even more sticky these few days. Like stubborn gum that refused to be removed no matter how you tried to pry it off, Mo Ran wilfully grabbed onto his hand and held it close to him no matter the time or location.
Even now, as they laid in bed together, Mo Ran was still slowly caressing his fingers. Stroke after stroke, he ran his fingers from the tip all the way down to the joint of Chu Wanning’s knuckles. It felt like his fingertips were brimming with affection, the current of love interlaced within it. Over and over, he traced the digits, occasionally stopping and pinching them, brows furrowed in concentration.
Maybe this was some weird habit Mo Ran had picked up. As such, he didn’t pay it much mind. Who knows what crazy ideas were brewing in that dog’s mind, he’d rather not get infected by strange thoughts too.
Perhaps too naive and overestimating Mo Ran’s capabilities, he thought that had been the end of the recent odd happenings, until Mo Ran once again surprised him.
This time, it involved strings. Not the erotic kind used for unspeakable things, but just simple, normal strings.
Specifically, they were strings for a children’s game.
What were two grown men doing playing this? He really couldn’t figure out Mo Ran’s unconventional thinking. The more he thought, the more his brain hurt, so eventually, he just went along with whatever random idea Mo Ran came up with.
Chu Wanning frowned at the red string before him, trying his best to follow Mo Ran’s instructions but failing miserably. Instead of whatever cat’s cradle or spider web formation, it had turned into a pathetic, tangled mess.
“This is stupid, why are we even playing this?” He huffed out in annoyance, trying to pick apart the knots. His fingernails hurt. So did his pride.
“It’s fun. I used to play it a lot,” Mo Ran hummed, helping him undo the last few knots, before looping them over his fingers once again. He wasn’t sure if Mo Ran was teasing him intentionally as felt that familiar caress over his finger, before the heat quickly left him once again.
“Come on, let’s try again.”
Chu Wanning frowned. Where was the fun in looping strings over and over? Even so, he obediently tried again, this time making sure that he did it in the correct order. Placing his hands through the string, he ensured that his thumbs were free, before winding it and passing it through his middle finger. Surprisingly, before he could continue on to the next step, Mo Ran frowned and removed the string.
The sudden change made him confused, and Chu Wanning spoke up, “Did I do it wrong?”
Mo Ran seemed to hesitate. Shifting his gaze away uneasily, he gave a vague grunt before nodding slowly.
Almost like he was avoiding something. The fleeting thought passed through Chu Wanning’s mind before it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Vaguely, he felt like his eyes had been covered by a hazy veil. If he could just simply poke through that thin film, then everything would finally be clear, but no matter what he thought of, he really couldn’t figure out what Mo Ran was up to.
“Yeah, it’s meant to pass through your ring finger. Here, this way.”
With that, he tried again, but the placement felt rather uncomfortable— the string was too taut, it was awkward to coil it around, even his movements felt more restricted. Chu Wanning could swear that it was meant to go through his middle finger, but kept his mouth firmly shut. In any case, he had never played this game before, perhaps there were some other methods that would make it easier.
Easier his ass, this was way harder.
Mo Ran eyed the string wrapped around Chu Wanning’s finger, making a mental note of the approximate width. He felt like giving himself a pat on the back at this moment, thinking of such a genius idea. The red was very striking against Chu Wanning’s finger, and it fit snugly over the base.
Red…looks very good on him.
Were red diamonds a thing?
Turns out they were, just incredibly rare. Not that it would matter, since he had more than enough money to splurge. It had been hard to try and get Chu Wanning’s ring size just by stroking his fingers, and he was afraid he’d get it wrong. For someone he loved so much, he wanted everything to be perfect, to give the best that he could offer. As such, this was the only other alternative he could think of. It wasn’t like he had any shame left to lose.
Mengmeng
Go out with me tomorrow. You can’t say no.
Help me pick out a ring
I was stressing over it a lot but I finally got the measurements!!!
I’m so smart, I fooled him with a game
I deserve an award~
......
I think you’re an idiot.
There’s literally nothing in that head of yours
Oh wait, there is
Air.
Lol.
What the fuck
As if you could have thought of something better???
I can
You could’ve asked me?
I literally know his ring size
Huh?
HOW
WHAT
?????
EVEN I DIDN’T KNOW
…Through his stylist?
dont talk to me im gonna go grieve for a moment
I THOUGHT I FINALLY CAME UP WITH SOMETHING SMART
Read 5:21pm
Mo Ran looked fondly at the silver engagement ring placed in the box, caressing the fine engraving within the band. Even the precious diamond at the crown of the ring that was worth millions felt incomparable to these few words.
I belong to you, and you belong to me. In this life and the next, I will always love you.
The only issue that was now plaguing him was how to propose. Doing it in a high-end restaurant seemed too basic, going overseas and proclaiming his love at a tourist spot seemed like a recipe for disaster. In short, every choice didn’t seem right in one way or the other. It was as though there was something missing, like a void that couldn’t be filled no matter how much he tried to patch it up.
All he knew was that he wanted to propose, to let Chu Wanning understand the depth of his feelings. Even if he’d already shown him everything, it didn’t feel sufficient. In fact, there seemed to be something new growing within him, like the sprouting bud of a flower, it slowly bloomed, spreading its rich scent and petals all over until it filled him to the brim.
This sort of emotion was more intense than love. Like fog, it existed everywhere, but it was also nowhere, intangible, incomprehensible. Even if he couldn’t touch it or put a name to it, he wanted to somehow trap it, to keep it in a little jar and cherish it– Love was hard to sate, it would grow like a hungry beast, devouring everything. When he had placed his heart in Chu Wanning’s hands, he had already been prepared for everything and anything.
Love. To love, and to be loved.
He realised that he had grown addicted to its taste, like a drunkard who would continuously clamber after even a single drop of alcohol. Yet it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, he wanted to bind Chu Wanning to his side, to walk hand in hand together until their bones began to ache, their hair white and gray, until they were nothing more than ashes and dust that would be buried together.
He casted a glance at the box, and gave a helpless sigh. No matter, he’ll just follow his heart.
After all, the most pure of feelings couldn’t be prepared. Even if he memorised words of affection for days on end, etching them into his bones and heart until they were inseparable from him, when the time came, he was sure his mind would only be filled with nothing but undying love for Chu Wanning. At that point, what other words could he say but I love you?
Even so, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try and make things perfect. He’ll try to give Chu Wanning the best of what he could offer, even if it would probably end up with him proposing awkwardly.
Attempt number one
The date had gone well, and everything seemed perfect. It wasn’t an overly cold day, and the gentle sunlight warmed their skin even as snow drifted down, brushing against their cheeks. The park wasn’t that crowded either, as though they were in a world with just the both of them. Just as he was about to get down on his knees (not that kind), there was a burst of cheers and screams that erupted behind him.
Incredulous, he whipped his head around to see who had ruined his moment. There was a crowd of people approaching them quickly, before stopping right in front of them, faces flushed as they looked excitedly at Chu Wanning.
…Uh, well then.
Did they not cover up well enough?
A rather young girl clumsily offered a notebook, stammering, “Y-you’re Chu Wanning right? My mother and I love you very much, would it be okay if I got your autograph?”
Damn, his cheeks hurt from forcing a smile. Chu Wanning gave him a soft pinch, warning him to behave, before nodding. Instantly, the other fans swarmed around him like bees to a flower, and poor Mo Ran was left out to dry by the side.
And so, he could only sulk, rubbing the surface of the box as he watched his beloved’s attention get hogged by the sudden onslaught of fans.
What a miserable failure. The mood’s completely ruined now.
Attempt number two
That’s it, this time, he’s going to do it somewhere private. ‘
Booking a presidential suite at the most expensive hotel in their city, he was determined to sweep Chu Wanning off his feet with this proposal!
Was what he thought until they actually got down to it.
Just as he was about to get down on his knees for the second time this week, he gave his pockets a quick pat and realised to his horror that he had forgotten to bring the damn box. Thinking back, he realised that he had been so excited and nervous that the box was now still sitting miserably in the depths of his drawer.
What the fuck.
“Mo Ran?” Chu Wanning tilted his head at him in confusion.
“Are you okay? You don’t look very good.”
He could only awkwardly cough, before squeezing out a pained smile, “I’m fine, just a bit tired.”
He was less than fine. He wanted to sit in the bathtub and drown himself at this moment.
Chu Wanning frowned in response, raising his hand to press it against Mo Ran’s forehead. The temperature felt fine, but Mo Ran’s face seemed to be abnormally flushed, alternating between white and red. He couldn’t help but feel worried that Mo Ran had overworked himself recently.
That night, Mo Ran was force fed medication and then tucked in like a baby. They didn’t even go for a round. The moment he had tried to latch onto Chu Wanning, hands shamelessly roaming all over the other, he was ruthlessly kicked away before cup after cup of water was shoved down his throat.
Maybe Xue Meng was right. Maybe his head was really filled with nothing but air.
Attempt number three
He gave up. He’s just going to go with the flow. The location wasn’t anywhere special, instead, it was just at the usual restaurant they frequented. The atmosphere was rather romantic, and candlelit dinners were quite common in proposals. Mo Ran slowly swirled the wine within his glass, admiring how the red liquid caught the light, shimmering as though it was a gem. It somewhat resembled the diamond ring sitting in the box within his pocket right now.
It wouldn’t hurt to propose now would it? He casted a glance towards Chu Wanning who was eating quietly, and he couldn’t help but let out an indulgent smile as he nudged a few plates over.
Maybe he should nudge something else over instead.
Yet, it still felt like something was missing, but he couldn’t tell exactly where or why it felt wrong. Frustrated, he could only let that fleeting thought leave him, tapping against the box hidden in his pocket.
Impulsively, he wanted to simply throw all caution to the wind and simply propose, but a small voice at the back of his head pulled the reins before he made a fool out of himself.
Wait and be patient.
Against love, what patience could he speak of? Yet, he could only sigh helplessly, choosing to follow his gut. He didn’t want to settle for an incomplete puzzle. Every piece had to fit together perfectly, only then, would he finally be satisfied.
And so, the box remained in his pocket. Another failure.
When they finally made it home, Mo Ran’s head was slightly throbbing, and he even tripped quite a few times. Had it not been for Chu Wanning staying by his side, making sure that he didn’t hurt himself, he would have fallen face first into the ground.
Chu Wanning gently led him in, gripping onto his hand tightly, “Careful, you drank quite a bit.”
“I’m fine, I’m still sober,” Mo Ran replied, tripping once again.
“Shut up and listen to me.” Chu Wanning flashed him an angry glare, before pushing him onto the couch and handing him a glass of water.
He sipped on the liquid, feeling it glide smoothly down his throat. How odd, it was clearly just plain tap water, but it felt like he was currently drinking liquid fire, the flames licking at him gently. Slightly muddled, he looked up, and Chu Wanning was there.
Smiling as always. Not a bright smile that showed his teeth, but a slight tilt of his lips and the gentle curve of his eyes.
He was tipsy, but it wasn’t like he was fully drunk, in fact, most of it was just acting so he could have an excuse to get pampered. Perhaps it was the mood, or it was just the look that Chu Wanning gave him, full of adoration and dependence that made all the alcohol rush up his head and cloud his mind.
This home. Them. This moment. This love. This .
It was special, precisely because it was ordinary.
Like spotting a simple pebble by the roadside, surrounded by jewels and gems but still maintaining its unique charm. The beauty of simplicity, of innocence.
Just pure, genuine love and affection. Just the both of them, and the burning passion that set him alight.
Mo Ran grabbed onto his wrist, looking at him with dark eyes. The intense, penetrating gaze that seemed to see right through the shell of his body and into his very soul made Chu Wanning tremble slightly, cheeks flushing.
This sort of hungry, predatory look— He feared he might truly get devoured in the next moment, flesh and bones disappearing until even his soul would be consumed by the man before him. Before he could even question why Mo Ran’s mood had suddenly changed as though a switch had been flipped, he felt himself get dragged into their room. The door wasn’t even slammed shut as Mo Ran impatiently crashed his lips into Chu Wanning’s, like a conqueror leaving his mark and invading without a single care left.
Chu Wanning melted. Melted into a puddle of goo, into a soft liquid that spilled all over Mo Ran’s fingers and dripped down like sweet honey. Gooey and sticky, he clung onto the other, reciprocating happily as though he could convey his thoughts through every gentle slide of his tongue against teeth, of wet, soft lips against chapped ones.
Without another word, they tumbled backwards into the bed, the heat from their bodies blending together as they clung onto one another. Mo Ran’s heart felt like it had been stretched taut as soft lips crashed into him once again, as though it couldn’t bear to part for even a single moment, their tongues swirling and intermingling until they were inseparable, exchanging their scents and breaths.
A soft brush against his cheek, a gentle nip, a heated kiss. Fingers weaving through his hair, tugging lightly.
Mo Ran’s fingers skimmed across Chu Wanning’s skin, leaving a trail of embers in its wake– From his shoulders, down to the slope of his back until finally, they rested at his hips, pressing hard enough until the skin turned red. The warm heat pressed down on him like an anchor, firmly grounding him before he floated away from the overwhelming pleasure. There was a shuffling sound and he felt cold air hit his bare skin, the chill cooling the flames slightly but not enough to completely quell the fire. Involuntarily, he shivered, as though he had shed all dignity and exposed his vulnerabilities.
Flashes of hot and cold danced across him like an erotic tango, and he pressed himself forward to meet an equally enthusiastic Mo Ran who lunged forth as if he were a starved man. Within the haze, he could feel a hot and hard heat pressing against the curve of his ass, rubbing as it begged for entrance, before finally, it simply let itself in and filled him.
The moment they both fully entangled with one another once again, the room echoed with their joint sighs. The boiling lava within him was churning violently, and Chu Wanning felt like even his soul was burning brightly, the intense desire sweeping all sane thoughts away, leaving behind only lust and passion.
Soft and pliant like a doll, he laid still for Mo Ran to have his way with him.
Like an offering to a God before its final demise.
But the knife never swung down. There wasn’t any wild, animalistic devouring. He hadn’t been eaten, his soul had yet to dissipate, instead, he was kept between that fine line between nothing and everything.
Too much, and also too little. The stasis of oblivion.
Mo Ran was exceptionally gentle for some reason, dragging out all the pleasure in shallow and slow thrusts, gently rocking him back and forth on the surface of pleasure. Somehow, this was harder to bear than the usual wild plundering. After having tasted the greatest, most mind-shattering heights, this was only a cruel tease that left him aching for more.
Chu Wanning could feel the heavy weight within him pulse alongside his own heart. Pitifully, he looked at Mo Ran through tear soaked eyes, and it was as though all the lights around them had turned into the glimmer of the stars, falling onto him gently. Bathed in it, Chu Wanning had unknowingly turned into the greatest temptation as he bit his lips softly, trying his best to suppress his moans. His skin was flushed with an enticing red, and the once holy light had been tainted by something full of eroticism.
Mo Ran felt like he had been bewitched, and something warm other than the fire of desire began to grow within him, heart pounding quicker as he felt his breathing stop for a moment.
Mo Ran had always been told that Gods would exist in heaven, that they were incomparably pure and holy. Even if he reached out to the sky, all that met his fingers would be empty air. And yet, at this moment, one had fallen from grace, pressed underneath his body, all traces of its former purity vanishing like a puff of smoke, moaning beautifully.
So tragically beautiful. Even if it felt taboo, he would commit this sin over and over.
Subconsciously, he felt as though this moment finally felt right, as though all the stars had aligned, whispering words of encouragement.
He pressed their bodies closer together, feeling both of their hearts thrumming together as one, the steady beat soothing him.
Should he?
At this time?
He lowered his head, and Chu Wanning gave him a gentle smile in return, red-rimmed eyes curving into gentle crescents, the universe and all its beauty encompassed into two dark pupils that were now staring at him lovingly.
Oh…
He should.
He really should.
Within his daze, it felt like this was the calm prelude before he jumped off a cliff. Before him was a sea of white, the colour of limbo, of eternity, bathing him in its gentle light. Like an endless, lazy morning, indistinguishable from every other day, slipping between that comfortable balance between sluggish sleep and awareness as he listened to the gentle chirping of the birds and indulged in the lulling warmth of his blanket.
He felt at peace. Like he had been thrown up by the torrential waters, washed ashore and finally lying pliant on the sands. Fresh air, full of the scent of yearning and love filled his lungs- The light was before him, beckoning him closer, and it was at that moment that he finally stepped forth, tossing behind all the hesitation that had clung to him.
Mo Ran took a deep breath and suddenly stilled his hips. Gazing into Chu Wanning’s eyes, he slowly said, “Will you marry me?”
Chu Wanning was slightly confused, eyes still hazy and blurred with desire and thus, did not respond for a moment. Squirming uncomfortably, he took a moment to process the words before snapping, “A-are you crazy –” A sudden hard thrust, and the entire lecture he was prepared to give was forced down his throat once again.
Damn this dog and his timing!
“ Haah…s-stop– are you seriously proposing now?”
Mo Ran nodded obediently, before gently grabbing his hand, pressing a gentle kiss on his ring finger that left a warmth which burned its way down to his bones and soul. Chu Wanning looked at him with wide eyes, and Mo Ran simply smiled. Not his usual careless grin that felt like the burning sun, but one that seemed as gentle and soothing as moonlight, pure and endlessly affectionate.
“Wanning, marry me okay? I love you.”
Perhaps Mo Ran was unaware that his own voice carried a trace of desperation, but Chu Wanning could keenly capture it. Staring back, he felt as though Mo Ran’s eyes were like the misty, hazy rain he always loved, like a sea of honey, he fell into their depths. It was a drug that intoxicated both his mind and soul, and he let himself get drunk on the high.
He vaguely felt something cool slip onto his finger, and that single, slight glance towards it was like the key that unlocked all the ardent emotions he’d kept restrained had fallen into his hands, and with a twist, the chains that had bound them tightly finally loosened.
A simple silver ring, and a red gem, shimmering brighter than the stars.
A promise of eternity.
Red, the colour of love, the colour of passion.
I love you.
A gush of sourness so acrid, so sharp it numbed him, burst forth, spreading from the tip of his heart and into his soul. Like fireworks exploding in the night sky, illuminating the darkness with its bright and explosive beauty, he was continuously assaulted by its intensity. It swirled within him, and eventually, his poor heart could no longer contain the violent emotions rioting within him and tears began falling, not because of lust, but because of immense love and longing. Drop by drop, they rolled down his cheeks, the lingering heat from the wet trails reminding him that this was truly reality, that he was actually getting proposed to by the man he loved with all his heart.
“You’re so stupid, so so stupid. Proposing at this sort of timing…” Chu Wanning couldn’t help but cover his eyes in exasperation, sniffling sightly.
Had he entered heaven? This sort of bliss that he was feeling, the mind numbing joy that suffocated him, chest tight and stuffy– Was this not what dying felt like? To fall into dissolution, to let himself be invaded and filled with love, to lose all thoughts except the chanting of yes yes yes.
Mo Ran was stupid, but Chu Wanning adored this clumsy affection, so pure and untainted, full of an innocent love he willingly offered, uncaring if it was to be devoured, discarded, or forgotten.
Love wasn’t just about achieving gains, nor was it about giving endlessly and never receiving. Mo Ran had shown him the joy, the warmth and the sweetness of true love.
Even if he was a little shameless ( or very, perhaps he’s lying to himself here ), even if he was crass and very silly, love was also about tolerance– Flaws, strengths, virtues, he’d love and accept all of them and so, he would indulge Mo Ran over and over again.
Because Mo Ran was the person he loved.
So everything that formed Mo Ran, be it good or bad, would also be loved by him.
“But I’m even more stupid for accepting.”
Chu Wanning’s voice was soft like downy feathers, but heavy like iron– A searing heat that burned everything around him. Mo Ran really wanted to cherish him at this moment, to be obedient and sheath his claws, but it was no use. Desire had gnawed its way down to his bones, and his soul had been set alight from the acceptance. Every single part of Chu Wanning captivated him, his scent, his warmth, his mere existence, everything intertwined together to form a tempting aphrodisiac that ate away at him.
Against its endless corruption, he could only fall prey to its seduction, it was like a siren singing into the dark night, and he was just a poor sailor who could not resist its charms as he slowly sank into the deep sea alongside sin incarnate.
And so, he let himself go, shedding his tenderness as he tried to convey his joy through every deep thrust, taking more and more, entering Chu Wanning deeper each time. The tight warmth gripped onto him, as though coaxing him, and the waves of pleasure crashed into him in torrential waves.
Further and further, he fell deeper into a twisted pleasure, sinking into a dreamlike paradise. Chu Wanning clung tightly onto him, blunt nails digging into his back, but as he obtained that sweetness of incomparable joy, the sharp stings were all easily forgotten. He didn’t want to wake up from this moment. So he simply let the fire burn brighter, the flames roaring louder, sparks reaching into the sky– Even if his soul was to burn into ashes, even if he was to shatter apart like glass, he still pushed forth, burying himself into that wet heat he loved.
Like beasts, primal and depraved, but brimming full of vigor and honesty, baring their most innocent feelings to one another. Crashing and colliding like waves, before blending together, unadulterated desire and love coursing strongly within their veins.
The air around them thick and passionate, a burning inferno full of sighs and groans– I love you. Love you so much.
It was as though both of their souls had twined together as they ravished one another, wavering between the threshold between nirvana and reality. Up and down, giving and receiving, a constant invasion that could not be stopped.
Towards the peak they climbed, one falling prey to a blinding electricity that shot through him, the other to an endless heat that gently wrapped him in a loving embrace. And then they fell, from the heights of heaven back down to earth.
Two heartbeats, beating in sync, dancing the waltz of love.
And the moon and stars as their witness, sending its blessings to two halves now melded as one.
-End-