Waves of pleasure slowly sink him in ··desire while he so willingly drowns in the sweet taste of that mouth. Exploring every detail, tasting every inch, taking the time to feel the smooth and soft texture. Inciting him all the more to give more and more pleasure to his object of affection. In the meantime, young man also took the opportunity to use the hand that had once brought their faces together, to caress the other’s cheek first and, later, the base of the nape, very close to the beginning of the hair, leisurely caressing every inch of skin along the way. Well-build body pressing against his, as if his heart begged to leave the chest and merge with the other’s and leave any trace of what was left of doubt behind at last.
Perhaps out of a little of self-awareness, or maybe out of a little of consideration for the other’s apparent inexperience, but Mo Ran finally seems to allow both to gasp for air. Lips part, leaving a small trace of saliva connecting them. But before any words could be said, before any excuses could be managed, that faint sound was the sparkle necessary to set ablaze his animal instinct, burning to ashes what was left of any rational reasoning that remained. His own breathing became increasingly dense, heavy and erratic. Like a hungry beast about to strike, his back arched once more, oppressing the smaller shape under his embrace, pressing, rubbing more intensely, while the teeth gnawed on the earlobe of his prey as gently as managed. Rough digits of the strong hand, just like claws, now move towards the other’s clothing, attempting to expose a little more of the sweet, delicious flesh to be devoured.
❛❛ Don’t run away now, please ——— ! Please ———– ! ❜❜ Contrasting to the almost feral attitude displayed, soft melodious plea comes between parted lips with a sweetened and trembling tone of voice. A plea almost as innocent as it was tempting. Attracting that person in his arms to sink once and for all in that sea of ··desire together with him without the slightest bit of reservation. The legs seem to fit together, leaving the other meaning that was supposed to be hidden in those words being totally perceptible; Hips start to move slowly, provoking more and more his fortuitous company to indulge in this carnal pleasure. Obviously, he also wanted the other to enjoy it, even though there was some hesitancy on tarnishing the pure image built of the one he thought to be in his arms. ❛❛ It’ll be good for both of us, I promise ———– ❜❜
years of loneliness (of seeking someone with a passive attitude, yet repelling everyone with his outrageous temper) has left him completely unprepared for the event unfolding in the darkness. their tongues occasionally meet, and he withdraws at touch, accidentally preventing mo ran from obtaining what he seeks. when lips finally relent and he has to a chance to breathe -- he wonders if he’s doing it correctly, if he’s doing anything correctly at all. his cheeks are flushed red, his insecurity as high as ever. he’s glad there’s darkness that stops mo ran from seeing his pathetic self -- this lust would dry if he even sees a glance of his incompetence for this deed.
the break doesn’t last long and mo ran immediately dives in again, animalistic action draw wanning closer, his clothes slipping off as strong hands rush towards him. cool flesh meets warm hands, an electric tingle courses through him that makes his entire body throb with pleasure. his eyes close. these touches almost too much for him. another moan escapes his lips, low and quiet (hopefully mo ran doesn’t hear him). as he shifts to try and find a better position, his glasses accidentally fall off, dropping too the floor, the clink overshadowed by the panting and noises coming from the two of them. not that he ever needed the glasses -- they only serve to make his eyes look less harsh. in this darkness, no one can see anything anyway.
mo ran speaks, those lovely words spoken in a hushed growl. there’s so much chu wanning wants to say. he wants to tell him ‘why would he leave’. he wants to tell him to keep going, that even if he doesn’t know what he’s doing -- he still wants this to happen. normally sharp tongue is reduced to nothing. he’s left unable to speak, absolutely no words coming from those thin lips. instead... he simply leans into mo ran, pressing his body against him, letting him know through his body language that he won’t run.