xue zhengyong who books a massage for chu wanning because "you need...

NOT because of the thought of mo ran's warm, oil-slicked hands going over his skin.
that's ridiculous.
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.
"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.
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.
"there's no need for that, chu-laoshi," mo ran says, low and almost purring into his ear. "no need to hide from me."
there's the sound of a bottle open, hands rubbing together before chu wanning jolts at slick hands at his hips.
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 doesn't seem to mind.
aside from /very/ relaxed, he's also quite...
mo ran's hands graze-
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.
beautiful, broad and wonderful mo ran.
but mo ran is quick – he's always been quick – and immediately on him, wide chest against chu wanning's bare back.
"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–
"shhh," mo ran gentles him again, guiding his finger to the tight furl of-
"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 this exactly like one of his fantasies?
"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."
"been wanting to fuck you for a long time, laoshi," mo ran growls.
he feels it building in his stomach, burning hot and ready to explode, and chu wanning doesn't think he'll survive it.
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—
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-
being kidnapped wouldn't bring his mood down.
but then he hears–
"yeah, it was really great seeing him again," mo ran says fondly.
chu wanning's eyebrow twitches.
uncle?
...wait.
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.
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–
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.
chu wanning smiles.
massages are quite nice, after all.
the end.