@soft_wanning: xue zhengyong who books a mass...

xue zhengyong who books a massage for chu wanning because "you need to relax, yuheng! you're so tense!" but it ends up with chu wanning being stunned when the masseur turns out to be mo ran, an old student of his.

chu wanning immediately wants to turn and bolt out the door but mo ran stops him when he goes, "chu-laoshi, is that you?" and chu wanning, unfortunately, has to stay.

mo ran who's like, "oh my god, it's been years! do you remember me, chu-laoshi?? i always sat the front of your class!" and he's like an excited puppy, non-existent tail wagging. and of course, chu wanning remembers him! how could he forget mo ran with his handsome face and-

dimpled smiles and broad shoulders that seem to have gotten broader with age. mo ran was already huge in high school but now he's /massive/, towering over chu wanning as he looks down at him with an infuriatingly dimpled sunshine smile, it's ridiculous.

chu wanning could also have never forgotten mo ran because he had the world's biggest crush on him but that has and still is very deep territory to enter. still, he can't say no when mo ran offers to get the massage started because that would be rude, right?

xue zhengyong has spent money on him to receive this massage, after all. and massages aren't cheap too...and maybe chu wanning is in need of one...for the tension in his back.

NOT because of the thought of mo ran's warm, oil-slicked hands going over his skin.

that's ridiculous.

mo ran tells chu wanning to get undressed but doesn't move to leave when chu wanning goes to unbutton his shirt.

chu wanning stares at him.

mo ran stares back, cheeks dimpled with his smile.

chu wanning works up the courage to ask if mo ran is going to leave.

mo ran laughs, shakes his head and says:

"there's nothing i haven't seen, chu-laoshi. besides, we're both men here, aren't we?"

his eyes go dark for a brief second as they slowly and deliberately give chu wanning a once over.

chu wanning's jaw almost drops.

chu wanning /knows/ he doesn't have to get undressed in front of mo ran. he /knows/ he can make him leave and complain about him being unprofessional. but for the life of him, he'll never understand why he got undressed before mo ran's eyes, head lowered and cheeks flushed as-

he bares himself to mo ran's watchful eyes.

he shouldn't be embarrassed because like mo ran said, they're just two men and it's nothing mo ran hasn't seen before. but there's something so unexpectedly charged about this, so much so that it makes chu wanning feel weak.

he desperately wants to cover up, and nearly reaches for the towel on the massage table but mo ran is suddenly so close, his large hand gripping his wrist.

"there's no need for that, chu-laoshi," mo ran says, low and almost purring into his ear. "no need to hide from me."

chu wanning jumps at the warm hand settling on the curve of his waist, his back accidentally arching at the touch. he withholds a noise – a whimper, goodness – and closes his eyes as mo ran chuckles, nuzzling his nose against chu wanning's heated cheeks.

"let's get on with that massage, shall we?" mo ran murmurs and chu wanning can't even protest when he's carried and deposited face down on the massage table.

there's the sound of a bottle open, hands rubbing together before chu wanning jolts at slick hands at his hips.

he gasps as the hands slide up to his back and begin to knead, talented fingers digging deep into sore muscles.

chu wanning /mewls/, body going boneless as he sinks into the table, barely aware of mo ran's quiet laugh.

it's so good.

it feels so so good.

mo ran's hands work him over slowly, targeting all knots and working them loose. they trail up to his shoulders, remain there until the once lingering pain between his shoulder blades vanish, before finding their way to chu wanning's hands and fingers.

chu wanning has never felt this good, has never felt this /loose/. he was aware of the stress his body carried but he didn't know it was /this/ much. xue zhengyong had been right – he desperately needed this but he was never EVER going to tell xue zhengyong that.

by the time mo ran's done with his legs and feet, chu wanning finds it hard to keep his eyes open. he's abandoned embarrassment around the time mo ran stretched out his fingers, his mouth pouring out noises that could be classified as erotic.

mo ran doesn't seem to mind.

in fact, he encourages it – telling chu wanning to let it all out as he sounds so pretty like this. chu wanning is so out of it, he hardly blinks at mo ran using him and the word "pretty" in one sentence.

aside from /very/ relaxed, he's also quite...

mo ran's hands graze-

over the curve of his ass and chu wanning lets out a soft, wanting noise.

he's also quite aroused.

his cock is pressed against the massage table, hard and definitely wet and in need of attention.

it's normal for people to get aroused during massages.

the body responds as it does, it isn't the person's fault. but chu wanning does feel an inkling of mortification because this is mo ran who's massaging him. not some random stranger he'll never see again but /mo ran/.

beautiful, broad and wonderful mo ran.

embarrassment is quick to flood back in, mortification by its side and the stress that once left chu wanning's body begins to reappear with a vengeance.

but mo ran is quick – he's always been quick – and immediately on him, wide chest against chu wanning's bare back.

chu wanning squeaks. loudly.

"shhh," mo ran hushes, right into his ear and chu wanning can't suppress a shiver. "you're overthinking, aren't you, laoshi? got muddled up in that pretty head of yours."

chu wanning tries to reply, and it's a valiant attempt but mo ran cuts him–

off by slipping a thick finger between his cheeks. whatever stuttered words chu wanning had planned come out in a jumbled mess, eyes going wide as his hips jerk into the touch without his permission.

"shhh," mo ran gentles him again, guiding his finger to the tight furl of-

chu wanning's hole. it softly rubs against it, causing his hole to flutter as chu wanning shudders harshly beneath mo ran's weight.

"mo-mo ra–" chu wanning tries because what is happening right now? why is mo ran pressing him into the massage table with just his chest?

why is mo ran's finger slipped between his cheeks, solid and warm and still slick with oil? why is chu wanning desperately hoping for that finger to press deeper, opening him wider for something thicker and bigger?

why is this exactly like one of his fantasies?

"it's okay, laoshi," mo ran coos as he begins to press his finger in, slow and careful. chu wanning lets out a shuddery breath, the end of it hitching as mo ran pushes in deeper and deeper. "i've worked so hard to relax you. i done want you becoming stressed again."

"b-but–" chu wanning's words are replaced with a long, high keen as mo ran pushes further in and crooks his finger and chu wanning sees stars.

"no buts," mo ran says, still calm but there's a rough undertone to his voice. "i think we've both been wanting this for a long time."

chu wanning doesn't have time to process that (both???) before mo ran is soon stretching him wide on three fingers and slamming into him with a force that has him hiccuping and drooling.

"been wanting to fuck you for a long time, laoshi," mo ran growls.

"ever since i saw you in high school. so pretty and perfect and meant for me." he drives his fingers harder into chu wanning, so deep that chu wanning chokes, scrambling against the table. "i knew i had to have you because you were mine, right? aren't you mine, wanning?"

yes yes i'm yours, always have been, chu wanning wants to say but he can't. mo ran is fucking him too fast, too deep, too /good/ and it's /too much/.

he feels it building in his stomach, burning hot and ready to explode, and chu wanning doesn't think he'll survive it.

but then mo ran's free hand grips his chin to tilt his head back and he's suddenly being kissed within every inch of his life.

that tips him over.

the rough and firm press of mo ran's lips against his, warm tongue sweeping into his mouth like he owns it and—

with curled toes, trembling thighs and glazed over eyes, chu wanning comes and comes and /comes/ unti he can't breathe and the world goes dark.

when he wakes up, he's cleaned up and dressed in his clothes and wrapped up in a jacket too big to be his own. he's curled up in-

the passenger seat of a car and he's moving. who's car is it and where is he going? he should be panicking right now but he's too blissed out from a satisfying massaging and the best orgasm he's ever had.

being kidnapped wouldn't bring his mood down.

but then he hears–

mo ran's voice – quiet and low to keep from waking chu wanning. that relaxes him – mo ran's voice – and chu wanning closes his eyes, nestling into his seat as he catches the conversation mo ran is having.

"yeah, it was really great seeing him again," mo ran says fondly.

"i didn't think it would happen, y'know?" he goes silent for a bit before laughing. "that's true, you did say so...of course, i gave him a /really/ good massage, you know i'm the best in the city, uncle."

chu wanning's eyebrow twitches.

uncle?

...wait.

"thank you again...i definitely owe you, anything...you brought wanning back into my life so anything at all...okay, see you on saturday...bye, uncle."

chu wanning feigns sleep, trying not to grow flustered under mo ran's brief tender gaze he feels on him or by mo ran's words.

he's pretty sure his heart grows double, no, triple the size in his chest, overflowing with the absolute love and adoration he feels for mo ran.

and for mo ran to feel the same way about him is...well, is the best thing ever.

he also never thought he'd see mo ran too so–

this is truly the best day of his life.

but this also means that xue zhengyong had set him up, knowing full well that the masseur he had booked was mo ran.

while chu wanning has xue zhengyong to thank immensely for this, he's also going to /end/ him.

but for now, chu wanning basks underneath mo ran's love that pours over him in abundance and the warm hand that appears to run through his hair for a soft moment.

chu wanning smiles.

massages are quite nice, after all.

the end.