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Chu Wanning’s disciples found him, as they expected, not at rest in the Red Lotus Pavilion, but back at work on the night guardians, despite having been strictly ordered to rest by several different physicians, including Madam Wang.
Xue Meng began pestering him immediately. “Shizun, please rest.”
“Shizun, please drink your medicine.” Shi Mei held out the brewed tea he’d carefully carried over on a small tray.
Mo Ran didn’t say anything, but he began to silently clear off Chu Wanning’s bed. They’d been home for less than a sichen and it was already covered in tools, because of course it was. It perhaps wasn’t purely altruistic on Mo Ran’s part— he definitely intended to get in this bed with Chu Wanning, just as soon as he could get rid of those mother hen shixiong. After all, Mo Ran reasoned, he would make sure Chu Wanning got plenty of rest tonight. After he fucked him into a puddle.
“Shi Mingjing—” Chu Wanning warned, as Shi Mei put the cup in front of him. Shi Mei was well-prepared, however, and put a piece of candy on the desk next to the cup.
Chu Wanning, furious at being perceived, huffed and turned away from Shi Mei. This finally brought Mo Ran into his sight.
“What are you doing?”
“Shizun is supposed to rest,” Mo Ran pointed out sweetly. “I’m just making sure the bed is ready for Wa— for Shizun.”
Chu Wanning, now with an even redder face, turned away from Mo Ran.
Xue Meng scowled at Mo Ran and stepped closer to their shizun. “Shizun, please rest. What will Sisheng Peak do if you fall ill? Shizun, please, for our sakes…”
“You’re ridiculous,” Chu Wanning huffed again and flipped his sleeves, which he had forgotten to tie up, but he had clearly given in. His disciples all grinned. Shi Mei watched carefully to make sure Chu Wanning drank all the medicine— “Just who is the master here?” Chu Wanning muttered— and then gave him the candy, which he immediately put in his mouth.
“Thank you, Shizun,” Shi Mei murmured, collecting the cup and the lid. “This disciple hopes Shizun rests well.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll rest.” Chu Wanning said, his mouth slightly pursed, although possibly that was due to the bitter taste of the medicine still lingering despite the candy.
Xue Meng looked at Mo Ran. Mo Ran nodded at the bed, to indicate he still needed to finish clearing it off.
Unfortunately, Xue Meng seemed to read this as Wait for me while I finish this, thereby keeping him in first place for most annoying brother.
Xue Meng returned to pestering Chu Wanning while Shi Mei hovered awkwardly near the door.
Mo Ran hurried to finish clearing off the bed, piling the tools off to the side. The clinking and sliding attracted Chu Wanning’s attention.
“Mo Ran…” he frowned
“Ah ha, sorry, Shizun.” Mo Ran shamelessly tried to look cute. Now Xue Meng was also glaring at him, as if he should even still be here!
Mo Ran tried to indicate Xue Meng should take Shi Mei and fuck off, but Xue Meng just glared at him until Mo Ran gave up and slunk over to whisper-hiss at him: “You guys leave! I’ll make sure he actually goes to bed.”
Xue Meng’s bullshit detector looked like it was going off. Mo Ran hurried to add “Go back and tell uncle that Shizun wasn’t resting.”
“Mo Weiyu!”
Ah, Wanning heard that.
Xue Meng suddenly was in a hurry to leave.
Mo Ran scratched the back of his head and smiled. He said, for the benefit of everyone: “Ah, MengMeng, Shi Mei, you guys leave first.”
He could hardly contain himself while Xue Meng and Shi Mei bid goodnight to Chu Wanning.
“Do you want us to wait?” Shi Mei asked him quietly, with an oddly focused look.
“No need, no need. I’ll stay until he’s asleep.” Mo Ran was focused on Chu Wanning and didn’t look at Shi Mei, so he didn’t see his expression.
Shi Mei excused himself and Xue Meng hurried to follow him, making sure to clock Mo Ran with his shoulder as he passed him. “Who’s MengMeng?” he hissed. “Don’t think I didn’t hear that. Don’t make Shizun angry again, he needs to rest, not get Tianwen out to beat dogs.”
“Go to bed,” Mo Ran hissed back. “I’ll be back late.”
Xue Meng finally, finally left, and Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were alone. Chu Wanning was still glaring at him. “Baobei,” Mo Ran whined, and hurried over to coax him.
“I don’t need anyone tattling to anyone about me—“
“I know, Wanning, I’m sorry. I was just trying to get rid of them!”
“Hmph! Well you can see yourself out—”
“Wanning,” he coaxed. “Don’t worry, I know what’s wrong.”
“What?”
Chu Wanning was still sitting down, so Mo Ran was looking down at him quite a bit. “The medicine was too bitter and the candy not enough. It’s all right, Shizun, I’ll help.”
Chu Wanning lowered his head and Mo Ran realized he was looking at Mo Ran’s hands— oh no, he really thought there was a cake or something! Mo Ran felt a little guilty, but he cupped Chu Wanning’s face in his hands and tilted it up. Wanning’s eyes went wide before Mo Ran kissed him.
At first Chu Wanning went stiff with shock, then, just as fast, he melted into Mo Ran. He let Wanning soothe away the medicine’s taste by sucking on Mo Ran’s tongue. When Chu Wanning seemed thoroughly distracted, Mo Ran snuck an arm under his knees and scooped him up off the stool and into his arms.
“Mo Ran!” Wanning was flushed and panting, and he was the most beautiful thing Mo Ran had ever seen.
Mo Ran could only grin at him. “Let’s get you to bed, Wanning.”
Chu Wanning made a strangled sound, but he didn’t indicate displeasure, so Man Ran carried him over and gently set him down on the now clean bed. Mo Ran dropped to his knees between Chu Wanning’s legs.
“Mo Ran… the physician said…” he trailed off, obviously too embarrassed to continue.
Mo Ran looked up at him. “Shizun, I’m just going to remove your shoes and socks,” he said innocently.
Chu Wanning turned bright red. Mo Ran beamed, and Chu Wanning pushed him. He was so fun to tease; Mo Ran loved him so much.
Mo Ran kissed both Wanning’s knees and proceeded to pull off his shoes and socks.
Chu Wanning's ankles felt so delicate in his hands. Mo Ran wrapped his hands around them, squeezing gently, before continuing to slide his hands up. He gently massaged Chu Wanning’s calves until the muscles relaxed. He continued to slide his hands upward, trembling slightly as he felt how strong Chu Wanning's thighs felt under them.
Mo Ran rested his chin on Chu Wanning's knees and felt his hands come to rest gently against his hair, as if still unsure of their welcome. As if Mo Ran would ever deny him anything, would ever not want to be touching. Mo Ran raised his own hands and covered Chu Wanning’s, pressing them against his hair.
“Shizun can do anything he wants to me,” he murmured, and raised his gaze up to see the effect.
Wanning’s hands trembled under his; when Mo Ran saw his face, his cheeks were flushed and his phoenix eyes wide, pupils dark and huge. “But Wanning,” he purred, fluttering his eyelashes, “what do you want to do to me?”
That earned him a strangled “Mo Ran!” Grinning, unrepentant, Mo Ran raised himself up and began to remove Chu Wanning's robes. He resisted the normal amount, and clutched his underrobe around his chest after Mo Ran got everything else off of him.
Smiling innocently, Mo Ran folded the robes and then dropped back to his knees, reaching into Chu Wanning's pants.
Chu Wanning gasped but didn't push Mo Ran away, and he was hard and hot in Mo Ran's hand. Pleased, Mo Ran grinned before he opened his mouth and went down on him as far as he could.
Chu Wanning filled his mouth well, and Mo Ran couldn't help sucking eagerly, letting his tongue cradle the shaft in his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, so focused on what he was doing that it took him some time to realize Wanning's hands had tightened in his hair, but once he noticed, Mo Ran could feel Wanning's nails scratching against his scalp.
He hummed, pleased, and Wanning jolted underneath him. “M-Mo Ran!”
Mo Ran pulled off and let Chu Wanning's cock rest against his cheek, smearing his own spit and traces of other fluid on his face. “Yes, Shizun?” He turned his head, nuzzling, and letting his lips brush against the shaft.
Chu Wanning gasped. He was staring in a fixed way at Mo Ran's face, looking stunned. Mo Ran was an idiot for not doing this sooner.
“Shameless,” Chu Wanning hissed, but his face was flushed, eyes dark and hungry. Even his hair looked rumpled, and Mo Ran wasn't fooled by his words at all. He opened his mouth, and went down again. He sucked slow and hard, then bobbed up and down a few times, until he could feel Chu Wanning's tensed muscles loosening. Mo Ran relaxed his throat and swallowed him down, getting a muffled curse and a ragged gasp as his rewards.
To be honest, Mo Ran was not practiced at taking a cock into his throat– this relationship was new, and they were both so paranoid about being caught he'd hardly got any practice in. But his will was strong, and Mo Ran wanted it so badly he was able to figure it out quickly.
Chu Wanning, above and below him, was whining and gasping, struggling not to make a sound, even though no one else would dare lurk nearby at this time of night. Chu Wanning's foot jerked next to Mo Ran's thigh, and that gave him an idea. Pulling off to rest his throat and take a few deep breaths, he was pleased to find Chu Wanning looking wrecked already.
“So good for me, baobei,” he murmured. His voice was already hoarse. If that caused any problems tomorrow… well, that was a problem for tomorrow! Wanning must have been biting his lips, probably in an effort not to make any noise. His lips looked bitten, wet and red, and Mo Ran was briefly jealous he hadn't been responsible for that. If only he had two mouths…
That was pretty ridiculous even for him. Mo Ran picked up one of Chu Wanning's feet, wrapping his hands around that delicate ankle, and set the foot over his crotch, where his own cock was suffering untouched in his robes. Wanning's foot on it felt amazing, and Mo Ran couldn't stop himself from pressing down, seeking relief in the pressure.
“Mo Ran! What are you–”
Chu Wanning looked genuinely shocked, which was so cute Mo Ran couldn't stand it. He picked up Chu Wanning's other foot– Wanning tried to pull it away at the last moment, but Mo Ran added it to his lap.
“Better,” he sighed in relief.
“What is wrong with you?” Chu Wanning hissed.
“I don't know,” Mo Ran smiled, and went for Wanning's cock again.
Mo Ran hadn't really noticed how painful his own erection was before, but now he thrust against Chu Wanning's feet, grinding into the soft soles as they twitched against him. Chu Wanning apparently felt two feet was too decadent, and he pulled one away. But he left one in place for Mo Ran to grind against, although the foot twitched and jolted uneasily. Honestly, the unpredictability made it better, and Mo Ran moaned around Chu Wanning's cock as he used his free hand to push Wanning's foot onto his erection.
“Mo Ran,” Chu Wanning moaned, tugging on Mo Ran's hair. But that sound– Chu Wanning moaning his name– was the most beautiful music Mo Ran had ever heard. He sucked harder, deeper, whining as he swallowed all the way down and pressed his nose against Wanning's belly.
“Mo Ran!” Chu Wanning came down his throat, thrusting awkwardly while trying not to. It was worth the bump to his nose. Mo Ran pulled off slowly, taking his time sucking on the head of Wanning's cock, milking out a last burst of come onto his tongue before slowly letting the head slip from his lips.
Chu Wanning, for all that he’d barely been touched above the waist, looked debauched, more like Chu Fei than the cold and revered Yuheng Elder. Mo Ran jumped to his feet and pushed Wanning onto his back, halfway brushing the rumpled inner robes off, though they still hung from his shoulders.
Chu Wanning was loose and pliable and went down easy, laying across the bed like this what he was meant for. His hair spread across the white silk sheets like a spill of ink on paper, and Mo Ran felt like he was burning.
He shoved his own pants down, impatiently brushing his robes aside, and pulled out his own cock, shivering as he finally had some relief. His hand was somewhat damp with his own spit and Chu Wanning's fluids, but not really nearly enough. It didn't stop him. Mo Ran jerked his own cock, only a few times, before coming all over Chu Wanning's chest, in great stripes of come, landing even on Wanning’s chin.
Chu Wanning blinked up at him, surprised. He reached a shaky hand out, collecting some on his fingers, and held it up so he could see it. Something dark crossed his features. “What–”
“Shh, baobei, don't worry.” Mo Ran hurriedly used one of his own robes to wipe him off. He thought Wanning looked better with come all over his chest, actually, but even Mo Ran was smart enough not to say that out loud.
He shucked off the rest of his robes and turned around to see… Chu Wanning pulling a finger out of his mouth. It was definitely the finger that had had come on it. Mo Ran’s mouth dropped, and his mouth recovered before his brain. “Is that good, baobei?”
Chu Wanning flushed and jerked his hand down. “Get out.”
“Here now, Shizun, you're supposed to be resting.” He crawled onto the bed.
“You–” Wanning tried to sit up, probably to throw Mo Ran out of bed, but Mo Ran hugged him tight and kissed up his neck, his jaw, his ear, until he could lay them both down with Wanning appeased and peaceful next to him. He carefully pulled the covers around them, tucking Wanning in securely.
“Why are all my disciples such mother hens?” Chu Wanning grumbled.
“If Shizun took care of himself properly…” Mo Ran said, risking death.
Chu Wanning huffed in annoyance and rolled onto his side, facing away from Mo Ran. Mo Ran immediately spooned up behind him. A moment later, Wanning had relaxed into him. Mo Ran nuzzled into the back of his neck. “Wanning,” he murmured. “You take care of us so well. Isn't it right that we try to take care of you, too?”
Wanning said nothing, but he didn't argue, either. “Wanning,” Mo Ran continued, dark and low in his sensitive ear, “did I take care of you well tonight?”
Chu Wanning made a mortified hiss. Mo Ran laughed and hugged him tightly, refusing to let him roll away. He felt happiness rising inside him like a bubble, filling him up so that there wasn't room for all the sadness and misery of the past. At least for now, and at least for ever, they'd have had this, no matter what else happened in the future. At least, Mo Ran thought, thoughts scattering like blossoms on the wind as he started to fall asleep, at least I've been really loved by two people, and that's enough for a lifetime.