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Mo Ran’s favourite day of the week is Saturday.
Not because it’s his day off work or anything – as a massage therapist, his weekends are the busiest, his schedule packed with customers cramming appointments in. No, it’s because Saturdays are when his favourite customer, Chu Wanning, comes in for his weekly appointment.
See, Mo Ran is a very professional masseur. Not to sound narcissistic or anything, but Mo Ran knows that he’s quite very attractive. He gets plenty of customers, from old to young from men and women, and he gets the ‘happy ending’ proposition. All. The. Damn. Time. Each time, he says no as professionally and politely as he can.
Until he met Chu Wanning.
“Chu-laoshi,” Mo Ran breathes as he runs his hands up and down Chu Wanning’s bare back in long circular strokes. “How does it feel?”
He controls his pressure, making sure to be gentle yet firm enough. Sensually, he trails his hands upwards, his fingers skimming along the sides of Chu Wanning’s body before he kneads Chu Wanning’s shoulders.
Little sounds escape from Chu Wanning, who is currently lying naked (safe for that small, damn towel around his waist) on the massage table. Little sounds ranging from breathy sighs to muffled moans.
Each sound chips away at Mo Ran’s self-control and sanity.
Fuck, Mo Ran thinks to himself as he admires Chu Wanning’s body laid out before him like a full course meal. What I wouldn’t give for Chu Wanning to ask for a happy ending.
If Chu Wanning would even just skittishly hint for a happy ending massage, Mo Ran would immediately pound him into the massage table, hard, railing him into the next week.
At a particularly satisfying knead at the muscle knot in his shoulder, Chu Wanning lets out a kittenish mewl.
The sound sends the blood from Mo Ran’s head to between his legs at a record speed, much faster than usual.
Fuck fuck fuck-
“Uh, Chu-xiansheng,” Mo Ran quickly says, taking a step away from Chu Wanning. He turns on the diffuser in the room and dims the light. “We will now take a 10 minutes aromatherapy break. The scent I’ve chosen for you today is the wood… woodlands sandal, so please- breathe in, relax, and wait for me to return.”
Chu Wanning gives a non-committal hum in reply, but Mo Ran didn’t stick around.
He makes a beeline to the staff toilet, locking the door behind him before he takes himself in hand and quickly relieves himself of his hard on. He imagines Chu Wanning's smaller, softer hand on him, jerking him off while giving a kittenish mewl, crying how big Mo Ran is.
He comes apart at the thought of his name on Chu Wanning's lips.
Before leaving the toilet, he does a quick check to make sure he still looks somewhat respectable, with nothing that would give his work-time-jerk-off away.
Then and only then did he return to the room, faking a smile and continuing his massage appointment with Chu Wanning.
Chu Wanning is not the kind of guy who would usually go to massages. He’s the boring kind of soul whose life revolved around work, work, and more work. In fact, the only reason he is even here at Mo Ran’s workplace is that he got a free massage package from his boss.
His boss said that he is too uptight (heh, Mo Ran would like to see how tight Chu Wanning really is-), and that he should spend his Saturdays relaxing and taking care of his body.
And that is how Mo Ran gained his new favourite customer, packaged all neatly in his prim white button-down and black slacks that did zero favours for his assets.
Mo Ran doesn’t know who Xue Zhengyong is, but if he ever meets the man he will get on his hands and knees to thank him for giving that massage package to Chu Wanning.
To be very fair, Chu Wanning didn’t start off as Mo Ran’s favourite customer. He was stiff, reticent, and not chatty at all, despite Mo Ran’s best attempts to making conversation to get him to loosen up. He left his first session with Mo Ran barely saying a word, and Mo Ran thought to himself, that’s just as well, he had a sore throat that day anyway.
He went to the receptionist table to check his next appointment. The receptionist, Shi Mei, nodded at Mo Ran and slid a bottle of herbal tea towards him.
“It’s for you,” he said. “From your customer that just left.”
Mo Ran picked up the bottle. Under it was a note, with just one line.
'For your throat.’
The next Saturday, when Chu Wanning came for his session again, he didn’t say anything about the tea. He still barely said anything, but Mo Ran was not deterred. After all, the man gave him a bottle of tea – he must be just shy. Mo Ran has seen his kindness, first-hand, under all that.
As they progress along with their number of sessions together, Mo Ran sees the way Chu Wanning is slowly warming up to him, giving him longer answers. He sees the way his eyes light up when Mo Ran serves him a cup of extra-sweet tea and a plate of small sugar pastries after the end of every session. He sees the way Chu Wanning thanks everyone in the spa house before leaving and his heart melts.
There’s no denying it: Mo Ran has a crush.
And he has the (mis)fortune of seeing his crush weekly in intimate states of undress, putting his hands all over him without actually doing anything.
“Chu-xiansheng, is the pressure alright?” Mo Ran asks.
“Mn,” Chu Wanning grunts in reply, his face buried in the sheets.
It is Saturday again, and Mo Ran is once again having one of his regular sessions with Chu Wanning.
He slides his hands down Chu Wanning’s back, massaging the area around his waist and admiring how slim it is. Mo Ran’s palms can fully cover the back of Chu Wanning’s waist, and the sight of it sends a thrill down Mo Ran’s spine.
Mo Ran is so busy dreaming about Chu Wanning’s waist that his hands accidentally slips. His hands slide down, to where the curve of Chu Wanning’s ass begins. He is about to quickly move his hands to a more appropriate place when Chu Wanning lets out a stifled moan, before arching his back.
The movement sends Chu Wanning’s ass against Mo Ran’s hands.
Mo Ran sucks in a deep breath. He can hardly dare to move. How plush, how round they feel – if only that damn piece of cloth is not between them…
Embolden, Mo Ran tells Chu Wanning to take off his towel.
“We focused on releasing the tension on your upper body for the previous sessions, Chu-xiansheng,” Mo Ran explains. “So, from now onwards, we can focus on your lower body. Today, we can start from below the waist.”
“I see,” Chu Wanning murmurs. He shifts a bit, and while Mo Ran is mourning the loss of feeling of his ass beneath his hands, he removes the towel.
Mo Ran barely holds back the sound that escapes from the back of his throat.
As if possessed, he slides his hands from Chu Wanning’s waist to his bare behind, running his palms down the globes of his ass, kneading and alternating the pressure placed on it. So perfect, so pristine, with just the hint of pink at the peaks...
How can a man who spends his day sitting behind an office table wearing those abysmal slacks have such a perfect ass? It is a sin to hide this.
“Chu-xiansheng,” Mo Ran says lowly as he kneads his ass, his voice rough with want. “How… are you feeling?”
Mo Ran's fleeting touches grow bolder with each movement. His kneads become more firm as Chu Wanning reacts to his touch.
Chu Wanning is trembling, his fingers fisting into the flimsy sheets covering the massage table, bitten-off moans escaping from his lips.
“Ah, ah,” he whimpers. “It feels- it feels…”
“Does it feel good?” Mo Ran asks, his voice almost a growl.
“Y-Yes- Ah! ”
The sound of the light slap echoes around the room. Mo Ran stares at his palm, which just landed a smack on the side of Chu Wanning’s ass. Did he… did he just…?
“Oh,” Chu Wanning says, sounding like a muffled sob. “Yes, the pressure is… just right…”
He arches back, presenting more of that ass to Mo Ran and well... Mo Ran is a very simple man.
“Yes, Chu-xiansheng…” Mo Ran brings his palm down for another smack, watching Chu Wanning writhe for more beneath him. “This is a technique frequently used to administer tension relief from below the waist.” He lands another strike on the other side. “It’s particularly useful for office-workers like yourself.”
For the rest of the session, Mo Ran alternates between spanking and groping Chu Wanning’s ass, and giving the rest of his body a thorough massage. He makes sure to apply extra lotion afterwards and gives the flushed-face Chu Wanning a second plate of desserts.
“I hope you found my service satisfactory today, Chu-xiansheng,” Mo Ran says as Chu Wanning signs off today’s session on his member card page.
“Yes,” Chu Wanning says. The tip of his ears turns a bit pink. “It felt… more relaxing than usual.”
“That's fantastic,” Mo Ran says. “I will be sure to continue with the treatment from today.”
Now that Mo Ran is given an inch, he is determined to take a mile.
For the next few sessions, the way he massages Chu Wanning grows bolder and bolder, from coaxing Chu Wanning’s towel off to massaging his bare ass to running his fingers in circular motions along his inner thighs. With every session, Mo Ran tests the limits, seeing how much he can push until-until something happens.
“Relax for me, Chu-xiansheng,” Mo Ran coaxes.
He is giving Chu Wanning a frontal massage today. Chu Wanning is lying on his back while Mo Ran is seated on a chair in front of his head. Before he got into that position, Chu Wanning requested for an extra blanket.
Happy that Chu Wanning has agreed to a frontal massage, Mo Ran quickly agreed, piling an extra blanket on before getting to work.
(Later, a few months down the line, he will realise why Chu Wanning requested for an extra blanket. If only he wasn't so dumb then - how he would have jumped on Chu Wanning if he knew.)
Chu Wanning lets out a muffled moan when Mo Ran’s hands, cool to touch with gel slathered all over them, starts massaging his shoulders. Mo Ran massages his shoulders properly at first, rubbing his hands in circular motions and getting the body gel on Chu Wanning’s skin.
Then Mo Ran’s hands start dipping downwards, past Chu Wanning’s shoulders and collarbones, running down the planes of his chest…
“Ah-” Chu Wanning twitches.
Mo Ran flexes his fingers, lightly scraping his nails against Chu Wanning’s chest. One of his nails brushes by Chu Wanning’s nipple, and that the contact, Chu Wanning nearly moans. He bites his lips, his eyes tightly squeezed shut, his ears flushed red.
Interesting. Mo Ran files the thought (‘Does he like pain?’ ) at the back of his head. He continues on with the muscle, his hands dipping lower and lower, much to Chu Wanning's squirming and gasping.
In another session, during a regular one where Chu Wanning is lying on his front and presenting his (bare) ass to him, Mo Ran once again tests his limits.
After doing a brief full-body massage, Mo Ran applies more pressure on Chu Wanning’s waist.
“Chu-xiansheng,” Mo Ran says seriously. “You have a lot of tenseness around here. Does it hurt when I do this?”
Mo Ran pokes at a pressure point.
Chu Wanning flinches. “Y-Yes.”
“Ah,” Mo Ran says, keeping his tone solemn. “You have a lot of muscle knots here. It must be due to long hours at work. If I don’t get rid of these knots, I fear that it may hinder your abilities at work.”
“Oh,” Chu Wanning says. He thinks for a while. “Is there a while for you to alleviate the tension?”
Mo Ran grins. Checkmate.
“Yes,” he says. “But I will need to assert more strength. Is Chu-xiansheng okay with that?”
Chu Wanning gives a nod. Immediately, Mo Ran gets on top of the massage table as well, straddling Chu Wanning’s waist while fully clothed. The material of his uniform brushes against Chu Wanning's bare skun.
He hears Chu Wanning’s muffled gasp.
“Let me know if it gets too much,” is all the warning Mo Ran gives before he is kneading at Chu Wanning’s waist, down to his ass, to the inside of his thighs.
“Ah, ah,” Chu Wanning cries. His slimmer, lithe form squirms beneath Mo Ran, arching into his touch.
Oh, fuck. Maybe this isn’t a good idea. Mo Ran is so hard now that he thinks he can literally cut through steel.
With a low growl, Mo Ran snaps his hips forward. Chu Wanning lets out a breathy moan at the sensation, trembling beneath him. Unable to help himself, Mo Ran snaps his hips forward again, desperately chasing friction against Chu Wanning’s ass.
By then, Mo Ran’s hands give up the pretence of massaging Chu Wanning’s waist and lower body. His hands are holding firmly onto Chu Wanning’s hips as he ruts against Chu Wanning, trying to get some form of relief for the straining bulge against the front of his pants.
Chu Wanning arches back. That little minx! Mo Ran thinks to himself. He probably has no idea how seductive he is.
“Relax, Chu-xiansheng,” Mo Ran grunts, his thumbs rubbing circles at the centre of Chu Wanning’s waist. “You’re very… tight. And tense here.”
“Ah,” Chu Wanning answers back unintelligently. “H-Help me… please.”
What Mo Ran wouldn't give to help him. Mo Ran wants to rip his pants off and insert himself between the valley of Chu Wanning's smooth thighs, fucking him in between the legs until Chu Wanning's legs can no longer hold him up.
Mo Ran continues snapping his hips forward, rutting against Chu Wanning and hanging onto the last of his self-control until the session finally ends.
“How was it today?” Mo Ran asks, ever the professional when Chu Wanning is signing off the session on his member card.
Chu Wanning lightly coughs. “I… never gone for much massage therapy before you, Mo Ran. I have nothing much to compare your service against. But it felt good.”
As it should, Mo Ran thinks smugly on the inside. The thought of another perverted masseur putting his grimy hands all over Chu Wanning and rutting against that perfect body leaves a sour feeling behind. Only he can do this to Chu Wanning.
On the outside, he merely smiles and tells Chu Wanning that he will see him again next week.
Mo Ran is a man on a mission today.
See, Shi Mei had called him over to the receptionist table earlier to inform him that it will be Chu Wanning’s final session.
“His package ends after today,” Shi Mei said, pointing to the slot on Chu Wanning’s member card.
Mo Ran feels like his world is falling apart. He just started exploring Chu Wanning’s body, and he is not going to say goodbye until he committed the contours of his body to heart! He still had plans to slowly do more, ease Chu Wanning into it, before he would suggest for them to fuck. And date. And be together, forever. Or all of the above, in whatever order.
“You could ask him to extend his package,” Shi Mei suggested. “You get commission too.”
Screw capitalism! Mo Ran thought furiously. He merely smiled at Shi Mei before he went back to the room, preparing it for Chu Wanning’s last visit. Knowing Chu Wanning, after this free package, he is not likely to spend money for another session. This would indeed be the final time Mo Ran will see that devastatingly beautiful man.
Well. It is like what his mother usually taught him – go big or go home.
“Chu-xiansheng,” Mo Ran says a few minutes into his last massage session with Chu Wanning. He runs his hands down Chu Wanning's back, rubbing the tension away. He puts his plan into action. “Have you ever heard of a prostate massage?”
Chu Wanning immediately stiffens beneath his hands. “… No,” he says.
“Well, Chu-xiansheng, a prostate is-”
“I know what… that means!” Chu Wanning snaps. “I just never encountered the term for its massage.”
Mo Ran sees the flush spreading from his ears to the back of his neck and resists the urge to coo. He is so cute! Mo Ran simply must fuck him, or he will literally die.
“You see, Chu-xiansheng,” Mo Ran launches into his bullshit excuse. “The prostate is a very important part for a man. It is vital to a man’s health and to attaining peak optimal performance. Statistics show that the average man who works long hours behind a desk will have tenseness in the prostate. It may not be life-threatening, but it will certainly affect work productivity.”
Chu Wanning tenses beneath him. “I see,” he says. “What does the massage entail? Can you administer it?”
Mo Ran’s grin widens. "Of course I can."
And there they are, Mo Ran’s fingers slick with the company’s essential oil. He gently parts Chu Wanning’s thighs, his fingers trailing upwards.
“Chu-xiansheng, this oil is our company’s lavender essential oil, and has incredible relaxation properties.” Is all the warning Mo Ran gives before he inserts one finger into Chu Wanning.
“Oh-!” Chu Wanning gasps. Mo Ran feels him stiffening at the foreign sensation, clenching around the intrusion.
"Relax, Chu-xiansheng," Mo Ran says. "You're very tense. And tight. We need to loosen you up."
He waits for Chu Wanning to slowly get used to the feeling before he adds another finger inside. He shallowly thrusts the fingers in and out, before adding a third.
He feels Chu Wanning shivering and clenching around his fingers.
“Does it feel good, Chu-xiansheng?” Mo Ran asks in Chu Wanning’s ear.
Chu Wanning moans in place of a reply. He squirms against Mo Ran, pressing back against him. He chants his hips above the massage table, revealing his arousal between his legs. Mo Ran preens.
“You’re so responsive, Chu-xiansheng,” Mo Ran whispers. “Taking my fingers so well… We need something bigger to reach your prostate. Or the massage will not be effective.”
"Ah..." Chu Wanning sighs. The flush at the back of his neck is slowly spreading across his shoulders. Oh fuck... He's so cute. Mo Ran wants to devour him.
Mo Ran pulls his fingers out and got in position. He gets on top of the massage table again, spreading Chu Wanning’s legs to fit between them. Then, he takes himself in hand – he was already hard and aching, ready to finally claim Chu Wanning for himself – and starts to push in.
Mo Ran swears he sees stars. Chu Wanning is so tight, so warm, and stretching so, so, well around him. Mo Ran resists the urge to pound into him like a dog in heat.
“M-Mo Ran!” Chu Wanning gasps. His fingers scrabble against the sheets for purchase.
Mo Ran’s hand covers the back of Chu Wanning’s hand, and he laces their fingers together. He whispers soothingly in Chu Wanning's red ear.
“What a good boy you are,” he praises. “Taking me in so well.”
“Ah, ah,” Chu Wanning whimpers, trembling at the sensation of Mo Ran's hot breath against his ear.
Ah, thank god for the soundproof walls. Mo Ran can fuck into Chu Wanning with abandonment, and they can be loud as they want.
He will make Chu Wanning scream.
Mo Ran snaps his hips forward, and Chu Wanning lets out a breathless moan at the contact. He gives Chu Wanning half a second to get his bearings back before his hands are on his hips, pulling him backwards.
"Mo Ran-!"
Mo Ran begins thrusting into Chu Wanning at a steady pace, low growls and filthy words falling from his lips as he does so. Chu Wanning’s ah, ah, ahs are in time with Mo Ran’s thrusts. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Wanning,” Mo Ran breathes. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” Chu Wanning sobs, arching back. “P-Please.”
Mo Ran takes a deep breath. He straightens his back and speeds up, fucking into Chu Wanning at a faster, harder speed than before.
“Mo Ran,” Chu Wanning cries. “I’m… I’m…”
“Good boy,” Mo Ran praised, punctuating his words with well-aimed thrusts that leave Chu Wanning keening and writhing beneath him. As promised, he is pounding against the spot that he knows will make Chu Wanning's head swim with pleasure. “Come for me.”
With a cry, Chu Wanning does.
Mo Ran continues pounding into Chu Wanning, fucking into him through his high. Chu Wanning falls forward, as if boneless, and Mo Ran tightens his grip on Chu Wanning’s hips.
He is close. He just needs a little more-
“Wanning,” he growls in Chu Wanning ear as he continues thrusting into him. “Say you’re mine. Don’t ever go near another masseur for the rest of your life.”
“Yes,” Chu Wanning murmurs pliantly, his words slurring together. “I’m yours…”
At that, Mo Ran comes deep in Chu Wanning.
Finally, blissed out and feeling boneless by the pleasure, Mo Ran lies down beside Chu Wanning. He pulls Chu Wanning against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around him.
He has yet to pull out, but he wants to remain there for a while, relishing in the feeling of being on cloud nine.
(Later, after Mo Ran walks Chu Wanning out of the spa house, he will ask Chu Wanning out on a date. Chu Wanning will agree, and after a spectacular first date, they will go on a second date, and then a third, a fourth, and a fifth.
By then, they will be dating and Mo Ran will ask Chu Wanning to move in. Then, they will spend nights tumbling in the sheets and getting rid of all the tenseness in Chu Wanning’s body, and Mo Ran will eventually tell Chu Wanning that he loves him.
And Chu Wanning will say that he does too, from since Mo Ran was his masseur.)
But for now, Mo Ran gently sits up and chuckles at the sound of discontent Chu Wanning makes at the loss. He takes up a warm towel and cleans them both up gently.
“Wanning,” he murmurs. “Do you know why the other name for a prostate massage is a happy ending massage?”
“Why?” Chu Wanning sleepily asks, looking at him with hazy, lidded phoenix eyes.
Mo Ran smiles. “Because it’s a happy ending for both you and me.”