Chu Wanning sobs in a breath as he hastily shakes his head. "No, no no… just—just do it."
"Do what, Wanning? You have to be clearer." Chu Wanning tries to reach a hand down now to push Mo Ran's cock down to his waiting entrance, but Mo Ran predicts that movement and grabs his arm, pulling it up and pressing it down on the bed above his head. "Words, Wanning. I want to hear it. Please?"
Mo Ran changes his pace, going from brutal thrusts to a slow grind, making Chu Wanning feel the whole length as he drags against every inch of his cock against his sopping cunt, the head bumping against his engorged clit every few moments until Chu Wanning can't take it anymore.
He turns his head lightly, just so he can stare at Mo Ran with one eye. Mo Ran pulls his hair to the side, throwing it over one shoulder so he can kiss his back and shoulder encouragingly. When their eyes meet, Mo Ran visibly shivers as he takes in the sorry state Chu Wanning is in, his face all flushed and wet from tears and drool, some strands of hair sticking to his cheek and his visible eye completely dark from arousal. "You…" Chu Wanning bites his lip as he tries again. "Please… fu—fuck me…"
His voice is so low it would be impossible for most people to hear, but Mo Ran, being attuned to Chu Wanning's everything, hears everything loud and clear. Those filthy words in Chu Wanning's pleading tone, as he looks at Mo Ran with those phoenix eyes, make Mo Ran shiver, his dick twitching and even spurting a little of pre-come.
"Baobei," Mo Ran says, adjusting his hip so his cock slides down sloppy folds to press against his entrance once again. "Your wish is my command."
The flare of his cockhead pops in, and both of them groan in unison. Chu Wanning had been right, he's so wet Mo Ran is able to slide in easily, Chu Wanning's pussy all but sucking him in eagerly. Mo Ran sinks in slowly, feeling the velvety skin of Chu Wanning's inside accommodating to his girth. Chu Wanning, in turn, has his eyes closed and mouth parted, his expression the very image of pure bliss. Mo Ran keeps pushing inside as he eats up all of Chu Wanning's micro-reactions, the bite of his lip, the lift in his eyebrows, the small sigh followed by a whimper, Mo Ran catches them all.
He only stops when he's fully sheathed, his balls resting against against the warmth of Chu Wanning's pussy. With a jagged breath, he slowly pulls away only to pres back inside again, burying himself to the hilt all the while watching where his cock disappears inside Chu Wanning as he fucks it into him, his hole sucking him in eagerly.
Plastered over Chu Wanning's back, he opts for thrusting in deep until he's grinding into the spongy surface of his cervix. "You're so warm, baobei," Mo Ran breathes against his ear, burying his face in his neck and taking in a deep breath. Chu Wanning can't stop trembling, every time Mo Ran grinds into him it elicits a breathy moan that Mo Ran takes in stride, pressing Chu Wanning harder against the mattress as he grinds into him.
It's overwhelming from the start, Mo Ran isn't able to part entirely with Chu Wanning's tight cunt and opts for slamming in with shallow thrusts, grinding in hard as the wet clicking noses fill the room. Chu Wanning whimpers with every hard thrust, his body moving in tandem with the rhythm to press back against Mo Ran with the little space he has given the way Mo Ran is plastered on his back.
Pleasure builds fast in Mo Ran's guts, and his thrusts become more erratic as he barely withdraws, grinding his cock deep inside that snug, wet cunt until he feels his balls tightening as he starts unloading deep inside Chu Wanning with a groan, not stopping at all as he fucks his seed deep into him.
Chu Wanning keens as he feels himself being filled, raising his hips to meet Mo Ran's wild thrusts until he slows down and pulls out slowly. As soon as he does that, he feels the way cum and slick dribble out of him, coating his clit in that sticky fluid. Mo Ran's hands grasp his inner thighs and spread them apart to watch, pressing his thumbs down so more of his cum dribbles out. "So fucking perfect."
Chu Wanning whines weakly as he tries to turn around, and Mo Ran lets go of his thighs to help him turn over, adjusting him so he's comfortable. "Feel anything?" Mo Ran asks, meaning about the aphrodisiac plus the womb flower, but Chu Wanning misunderstands him and mumbles, "It keeps coming out…"
Mo Ran holds back a chuckle as he watches Chu Wanning frown and reach down to touch his pussy. "You made a mess."
Just the sight of Chu Wanning dallying away with his own cunt, spreading his fingers to part his cum-stained lips and folds is enough to harden Mo Ran's cock again, and Chu Wanning sees it firm right back up again from where it's perched right above his cunt. His startled eyes meet Mo Ran's but he quickly looks away embarrassed.
"Wanning," Mo Ran leans down to press a kiss on Chu Wanning's cheek. "How do you feel?"
"Fine." Chu Wanning lets his hand rest on Mo Ran's shoulders and squeezes the muscle there lightly when Mo Ran starts peppering his face with kisses, going down to his neck and up again to bite his ear.
"Mhm, feeling a cock popping back anytime soon?"
"Mo Ran!" Chu Wanning chastises him for his uncouth mouth. "...No."
"No?"
"No. Perhaps… more…"
Chu Wanning doesn't finish his thoughts, but Mo Ran understands him perfectly well. He raises his head to stare down at Chu Wanning lovingly as he enunciates each word, "Perhaps I should fill you up some more, you mean?" Chu Wanning frowns at him and when he's about to curse Mo Ran to the heavens an airy breath tumbles out of his lips and he closes his eyes and turns his face away. "Hmm? Wanning?"
"Do it…" It's all Chu Wanning says, and from their proximity, Mo Ran can see beads of sweat forming on Chu Wanning's temple. He's about to ask if Chu Wanning is okay when he remembers that it must be the aphrodisiac acting up. Reaching down to Chu Wanning's cunt, he feels a newly fresh wave of wetness confirms his assumptions.
Wasting no time, he leans back up and spreads the wetness on his fingers on his cock and taps it against Chu Wanning's teasing heat, delighting himself in the way Chu Wanning trembles every time he slaps his cock down. He pushes inside slowly, feeling that wet heat enveloping his dick right up to its very root.
Chu Wanning gasps when Mo Ran is fully sheathed and touches his own stomach. It's not distended, and he can't really feel Mo Ran from where his palm rests, but he's able to feel him pulsing inside him as he takes his sweet time pulling out slowly before pushing back inside.
"Wanning takes me in so well," Mo Ran says, staring down in a trance at the way Chu Wanning's pussy clings onto his cock when he pulls away and sucks him back in eagerly when he pushes in. His hands, holding his waist slips down to spread his lips apart so he can see more clearly the way his hole opens up to fit him. "Fuck…"
Chu Wanning bites his lip as he tries to hold back a litany of moans from coming out, but Mo Ran sees everything else that Chu Wanning can't hide away—the fluttering of his lashes, the way his expression keeps twisting in pleasure and though he tries to school his expression he can't stop his brows from twitching, can't stop them from stringing together when Mo Ran presses in incredibly deeply. Mo Ran takes it all in, the flushed cheeks and the messed up hair sticking to his forehead, the reddened ears and pebbled-up nipples, the short breaths coming out in hot puffs, and the twitch in his body every time the crown of his cock pulls at his body and pops free before Mo Ran nudges in deep inside again.
When he's had his fill of watching, he starts to move for real, and the sounds that weren't really loud before becomes more prominent when Mo Ran starts fucking in earnest, the wet clicks of his own cum mixed with Chu Wanning's juices starting to seep around his cock as he feeds it to Chu Wanning's awaiting cunt.
Mo Ran uses his thumb and index finger to squeeze around Chu Wanning's pussy in a tight semicircle until it's puffing out, feeling his cock move inside from where he's squeezing his fingers. Chu Wanning keens, his legs and arms thrashing around before settling one thigh around Mo Ran's waist and gripping the pillow above his head with both hands. That action from Mo Ran seems to ignite something in him, as he stops trying to hold back his moans and becomes more sexually active.
He starts to slightly raise his hips to meet Mo Ran's thrusts, the wet onslaught of Mo Ran's hips becoming even louder in the humid bedroom, and when Mo Ran lets go of his pussy to lean down, Chu Wanning pushes his head back into the mattress and his mouth goes slack as Mo Ran's cock jostles inside incredibly deeper.
Mo Ran licks into Chu Wanning's open lips sloppily and it's barely a kiss, they're both too breathless to do anything but gasp against each other's mouth. Chu Wanning throws both arms around Mo Ran's shoulders and squeezes his legs around him, crossing his ankles on top of Mo Ran's waist and keening.
"Wanning," Mo Ran murmurs against his lips, tugging them between his own before letting go with a pop. "You… fuck… feel so good…"
Chu Wanning just squeezes his arms around him in response and tugs him in deeper with his legs, and Mo Ran eagerly complies as he jackrabbits into Chu Wanning's warm cunt. He sneaks one hand up behind Chu Wanning's head to hold a fistful of his hair, forcing his head up to expose his neck. Chu Wanning's nails dig into Mo Ran's shoulder as Mo Ran bites his neck harshly as his balls begins to tighten again, holding the skin between his teeth until Chu Wanning is sobbing, one hand curling into a fist that lightly hits Mo Ran's shoulder as Mo Ran comes deep inside him. It's so different from when he does it from behind, it feels like it's painting all of his insides.
Chu Wanning barely has time to recover when Mo Ran lets go of his neck in order to lay down while holding Chu Wanning, turning them sideways so they're face-to-face with Chu Wanning having one leg thrown around Mo Ran's waist.
Without ever pulling out, Mo Ran starts thrusting again, this time grabbing a hold of Chu Wanning's ass to pull him down on his cock as he thrusts up against him, reaching impossibly deeper with a growl.
Chu Wanning's arms, still wrapped around Mo Ran's neck, squeeze him impossibly tighter as he feels Mo Ran barreling inside him. He throws his head back with a gasp and tightens the leg wrapped around him, moving his body accordingly.
Their breaths mingle as their chests rub together, and Mo Ran sneaks up the hand that isn't grabbing his ass over his back to curl around his shoulder, pressing him down further against him until they're barely parting, grinding in hard with every brutal thrust as Chu Wanning sobs as he feels his orgasm building up again.
The loud thwops echo in the room as Chu Wanning's moan become progressively louder. He squeezes Mo Ran all over, not minding his cultivator strength when he uses one hand to grab a fistful of Mo Ran's hair. Mo Ran hisses, squeezing his ass hard and landing in a loud smack. "C'mon Wanning, fuck yourself on my cock, just like that. Take what you need, baobei…"
Mo Ran keeps spouting obscenities, mouthing over Chu Wanning's neck and egging him on by alternating between pulling him down on his cock and slapping his ass encouragingly. A particular slap has Chu Wanning arching his back and that makes Mo Ran's cock drive into him in a new angle that zeroes in on his sweet spot.
Suddenly, it all becomes too much, Mo Ran keeps fucking him in his most sensitive place until Chu Wanning is a sobbing mess. Pressure builds in his stomach and he curls his toes, unable to move any further and unable to keep his mouth closed as ragged moans keep coming out. Mo Ran takes the rein of the situation by adjusting Chu Wanning's leg around him a bit more further up and pressing the knee between Chu Wanning's legs on the mattress, gaining enough stability to drive his cock with precision against that spot relentlessly.
Chu Wanning is squeezing Mo Ran so hard it wouldn't surprise him if they were to start fusing together. His stomach tightens and a hard thrust has him tipping over the edge with stars bursting behind his eyes, his mouth hanging open as he can't stop seizing through the most intense orgasm he's ever had. Mo Ran keeps fucking him through his orgasm, groaning with the way Chu Wanning's pussy gushes slick and spasms around his cock until he's coming again, burying himself to the hilt and grinding his seed deep inside.
Even after Mo Ran stops moving, Chu Wanning keeps trembling intermittently, the aftershock still running through his body and his muscles locked around Mo Ran. "You did so good, Waning… relax now, okay?" Mo Ran soothes at the same time as he tries to regain his own breath. Both of them are breathing heavily, their chests still pressed together tightly.
Mo Ran doesn't try to pry Chu Wanning's arms or leg off him, just keeps sliding his hand up and down his back, sometimes going lower to caress his butt, still emanating warmth from his slaps earlier. Eventually, Chu Wanning lets go of Mo Ran's hair and disentangle his arms from him. The movement makes the softening cock inside him jostle and slip out of him, and it makes Chu Wanning hiccup a breath, but Mo Ran lays him down gently, not stopping his caresses as he kisses every available spot of Chu Wanning's face.
His Chu Wanning looks thoroughly debauched; his sweaty forehead peppered with strands of hair, his flushed cheeks damp with tears as much as his puffy eyes. His mouth is all red from being bitten and still hangs slightly open and his eyes are closed, though Mo Ran can see them move behind his eyelids. His long lashes are damp and Mo Ran presses a kiss against both of them until he feels Chu Wanning frowning. When he moves away, he sees Chu Wanning's eyes open tiredly.
Eyes red, Chu Wanning sniffs wetly and looks away after meeting his gaze from just a few seconds. Mo Ran wants to crack a joke on how just moments earlier he wasn't shy but bouncing on his dick but holds it back. "Good?" He asks instead.
"Mn," Chu Wanning answers. Mo Ran smiles and presses a final kiss against Chu Wanning's forehead before leaving the bed, heading to the bathroom to retrieve a clean cloth to clean them both.
He kneels back on the bed and sets himself between Chu Wanning's legs, sighing inwardly at the sight of come and slick leaking from Chu Wanning's hole. It's enough to make his stomach burn and his cock twitch weakly, but he controls himself. With precision, he presses two fingers inside and curls them, pulling more of his cum out so he can clean it better. He has half a mind to lick him clean, but deems it counter-productive in the end.
At the first press of his fingers, Chu Wanning hisses and turns his face, burying the side of it against the pillow and using his hand to lift the end to cover his entire face as he spreads his legs wider to give Mo Ran better access. He's so hot without even realizing or trying, Mo Ran thinks demurely.
After cleaning them as much as he can (which is not at all, given the state of their messed up sheet that he can't bother to replace at the moment) he finally lays down and hug Chu Wanning, pulling his upper body on top of him so Chu Wanning rests his cheek on his chest.
Chu Wanning goes willingly, he lets Mo Ran adjust him the way he finds better until he's halfway sprawled on top of him, his head turned towards him as his fingers play with his collarbones. Mo Ran pulls him up to press a small kiss to his forehead before letting him comfortably on his chest again.
"Mo Ran," Chu Wanning rasps out. He hadn't said anything but moan for the past hour. Embarrassed, he coughs, trying to get his voice to normal. "Thank you."
"What for?" Mo Ran asks cheekily, and when Chu Wanning frowns he snorts out a laugh, raising one hand to smooth his eyebrows. "Between you and me, there's no need for that."
"Mn," Chu Wanning just hums in acknowledgement, and closes his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.
They're almost falling asleep when Mo Ran is hit with an idea. "Wanning?"
"Hm?"
"What do you say we cultivate the flower?"