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If it was up to him, Wanning wouldn’t have stayed out past 6. His farewell dinner went well enough, with both Xue Zhengyong and his son shedding their share of tipsy tears at letting him go from their staff. Leaving the school had been a difficult decision, one that he had spent months deliberating over, but Nangong Si had seemed like he could really use the help rebuilding Rufeng’s reputation after his father’s sexual harassment case and subsequent passing. Sisheng had been in good enough hands, with Xue Meng in training to replace his father in due time, and Wanning had felt like he could simply be better used elsewhere.
Of course, Wanning’s evenings are never quite that simple, and when another teacher had off-handedly suggested visiting a bar afterward, Xue Zhengyong had enthusiastically agreed. So here he is, hand over his drink, huddled against the bar, taking sip after sip until he eventually finds the will to go home. He would have bailed hours ago, but the Xues seemed to be having a good time, and he didn’t want to call the wife to end their night just yet. So he sits, just about tipsy but not nearly drunk enough, watching the Hanxue twins mess with a drunken Xue Meng after a surprise reunion at the bar.
Even though he is reluctant to be here, he can’t deny the feelings of nostalgia that pop up unannounced. Watching Xue Meng like this, all grown up and about to have the responsibility of an entire school on his shoulders when he could barely keep his head up in class not even 10 years ago… It makes him feel proud. And even if he didn’t teach the Hanxues, seeing them all grown up makes it evident how old he’s getting. He finds himself missing the old days when his not-so-secret favorites were all in his class. He’s kept up with Xue Meng, if only through sheer proximity, but the status of the rest remains unknown to him. The last he saw Shi Mei, he had gotten into Guyueye Hospital’s connecting medical school, but that was years ago, and he could easily be well into his residency by now. Mo Ran had stopped talking to him halfway through his senior year, and he seems adamant about keeping it that way. He moved away to pursue other things in life and supposedly never looked back, according to Xue Zhengyong. Hua Bi’nan had chosen to work under his mother, helping her in her escapades as a traveling nurse. Wanning hasn’t heard from him since what happened at his graduation, and strangely, even after what happened, he finds himself worrying about him still.
Suddenly, an arm thrown around his shoulder pulls him from his thoughts. “Hey beautiful, you look lonely,” a random man slurs into his ear. Immediately, Wanning feels himself prickle up, his hand tensing around his glass. “I-” the man pauses to hiccup, “I heard the bathrooms here were quite spacious if you know what I mean, heh!” The man’s breath reeks and Wanning tries to shrink into himself even further.
He wishes he could just dissipate into mist. Just until the drunken father-son duo is ready to head home, just so he could remain unseen and avoid this embarrassment. He feels like a spectacle on display, like everyone in the building is watching for him, waiting for him to fall for something like this just to laugh and remind him that no one would look twice at him if they weren’t piss drunk. Instead, he has to harshly glare and throw this stranger’s arm from its place, a cold “No, thank you.” seething through the gaps of his grit teeth.
The stranger seems to get the point about not touching him, but he seems insistent on catching Chu Wanning’s attention, remaining next to him and pestering him. He’s annoyed enough, what with the crowd and the noise, and he’s about two seconds away from snapping when suddenly, broad shoulders and tan skin block his line of sight to the stranger. “Dude, he’s obviously not interested.”
His breath hitches when he hears the voice. It’s not exactly as he remembers it, but he doesn’t think he could ever mistake that voice for anyone else. The stranger is clearly intimidated by this newcomer, and Wanning doesn't blame him, he’s built like a brick wall. The stranger stumbles through a few excuses before just giving up and moving on to someone else at the bar, and when the man in front of him turns to face him Wanning suddenly feels every drop of alcohol catch up to him all at once. He feels dizzy, too hot, too cold, his skin crawls separately from his skeleton and every one of his nerves is set ablaze because the man in front of him…
The man in front of him is Mo Ran.
He can’t speak, can’t think clearly because all of his thoughts just go to Mo Ran, Mo Ran, Mo Ran. He would have never expected a reunion here, now , and his lack of preparation must be evident because Mo Ran takes one look at his face and laughs.
“Jeez, you should see your face!” he says in between breaths. His smile is as breathtaking as ever, but there’s an edge to it that Wanning is intimately familiar with. It seems still, even after all these years, Mo Ran’s feelings toward him haven’t improved since he was Wanning’s student. “It’s nice to see you too. Though, I really wasn’t expecting this to be where we meet again.”
Wanning flushes with embarrassment, but he still can’t seem to muster the ability to form words. Mo Ran has grown into a man of frankly godlike looks, and he somehow seems to be even more confident than he was in high school, which does not bode well for Chu Wanning’s heart.
“I-It wasn’t my idea. I’m here for my farewell party, one of the teachers recommended it..” He manages to squeeze out, setting his glass down on the counter. That’s enough for tonight, evidently.
Mo Ran’s eyes flash with a hint of something Wanning can’t deduce, and his voice is more guarded the next time he speaks, “...Farewell…party?”
He’s still smiling that damned smile, but despite how frigid it is, Wanning can’t help swaying a little closer, entranced. “Yes, I…I got an offer at Rufeng. Nangong Si said he needed my help, so.”
“So you drop everything to go help a spoiled brat?” He says it like a joke, but his eyes are sharp, searching. Wanning reels at the accusation; Sisheng was like a second home to him, and after all these years he holds a deep respect for the school. He just…didn’t feel as needed anymore.
“He’s just going through a lot and could use the extra hands. Besides, Xue Meng is more than capable of picking up whatever I leave behind.” He knows Mo Ran wants him to get angry, to react, so instead he replies calmly, ignoring the bait. Forgetting his declaration from earlier, he picks up his cup and downs the rest. His throat burns with the sting of the alcohol, but he decides he’s not nearly as drunk as he needs to be if he is going to be dealing with Mo Ran’s snark tonight.
“Slow down there, Laoshi. You already look good on the drinks.” Mo Ran chuckles. “Well, I’m sure Rufeng is thrilled to have you. Hey, tell you what, we should celebrate! Laoshi finally moved on to bigger and better things, leaving the rest of us to admire his back once again. I’ll buy us a round, how about that?”
Wanning hesitates to agree. He doesn’t miss all the slights against him and the obvious sarcasm in Mo Ran’s voice, but there’s an urge to stay with him, to keep talking to him, to take every single second he can, while Mo Ran still allows him to.
So he says yes.
And he keeps saying yes. Again and again, until eventually, even Mo Ran is getting giggly next to him, limbs becoming looser, eyes looking a little less focused.
“Y’know, Laoshi-” Mo Ran drawls, swaying as he stares Wanning down.
“You don’t have to call me that anymore. I’m not- not your teacher anymore.” Wanning mumbles. He can’t take his eyes away from Mo Ran, everything about him keeps pulling Wanning in. and the more drinks get into his system, the less he can fight his desires off. Somewhere in the more sober part of his mind he is appalled at himself; how could he do this with a former student, how could he do this to Mo Ran , who is probably doing all he can just to put up with this conversation.
“Wanning, then.” Mo Ran says his name with a smile in his voice, and internally Wanning melts. He wants this always, Mo Ran says his name like it warms his very soul, staring only at him as he smiles without an ounce of malice.
“Yeah,” he feels himself whisper, his breath warming the small space in between their faces. When had they gotten so close? He can smell the drinks on Mo Ran’s tongue, the end notes of a cologne sprayed too many hours ago, and the shampoo in his hair. It all blends together in his mind, and he finds himself wanting infinitely more. He wants to be closer, he wants to feel Mo Ran more, and before he can register it, he’s leaning in and he can feel Mo Ran’s face mere centimeters from his own. And he knows, he knows he shouldn’t, but before he can tell himself to stop, he’s angling his head up, and then Mo Ran leans in closer and—
“A-Ran, you bitch! Is that you?” A smooth, high-pitched voice cuts through the noise, right behind Mo Ran. Wanning whirls back, coughing awkwardly as Mo Ran turns around to face a short, breath-taking woman his own age.
“Qiutong…” he hears Mo Ran say. This…Qiutong doesn’t even seem to notice him, placing a small, thin-fingered hand on Mo Ran’s bicep.
“If you were back in town, you should have texted me! I’ve missed you, you know, you were gone for so long I was starting to think you wouldn’t come back!” She laughs, and all Wanning can do is listen as she continues. “You are back, right?”
“It’s…a bit complicated at the moment. I’m not officially back, someone just called in a favor, but who knows? If you missed me, I should spend some time with you, huh?” Just like that, Wanning is forgotten about, as Mo Ran leans closer to her to pull her into a hug. She hums in satisfaction while he holds her and swings side to side as if to rub it in his face. He knows that's not her intent, but it stings nonetheless.
“Do you wanna dance? No one else can keep up with me,” she pouts up at him as they break away, and of course, Mo Ran agrees. Why wouldn’t he? She’s the obvious choice: attractive, bubbly, and most importantly Mo Ran’s age.
They leave for the dance floor without so much as a goodbye, and suddenly Chu Wanning is alone, again, as always. He should be grateful, he knows that. He hasn’t heard from Mo Ran in over 8 years, this was more than he thought he would ever get again.
His eyes still sting.
He sits at the counter for who knows how long, waiting for his tears to dry and his mind to sober up. He checks his phone, texting Madam Wang to confirm her boys had already texted her themselves, claiming they missed her too much to remain out any longer and had since returned home safely.
Robbed of his reason for staying any longer, Wanning forces himself to stand, but when he gets on his feet, he sways, catching himself on the bar counter. He should leave, but suddenly he’s hit with the urge to use the bathroom. He pushes his way toward where the signs point him, trying to stick to the walls. He’s nearly there, huffing an annoyed “Excuse me” towards a couple making out and blocking his way before he realizes— it’s them. Mo Ran and the Qiutong girl. He has her pushed against the wall, hiked up so that her thighs are wrapped around his torso, and he’s kissing her so fiercely he almost worries for that poor girl’s lips. They don’t notice him, too engrossed in each other, and he can’t help but watch, feeling like a pervert. Suddenly the music is too loud. And the lights are too bright. And the crowd is too sticky. And Mo Ran is in front of him, kissing someone that is not him. Vomit makes its way up his throat before he narrowly stops it, clamping his hands over his mouth and rushing around the kissing couple to finally make his way into the bathroom. Though it’s not the cleanest, he’s lucky it's near empty as he pushes into a stall and doesn’t bother locking the door. He makes it into the toilet, but barely, and when he’s done all he can do is clean himself up and kneel next to the toilet. It’s so…juvenile. So college. He’s a grown man, he should be better than this. He’s too out of it to notice the bathroom door opening, and by the time he hears the stall door swing open, it’s too late.
“Is this one ope—oh shit, my bad!” He’s the worst of the worst. Throwing up in a public bathroom because he saw his former student kissing someone else. He doesn’t deserve to be a teacher.
“...Oh my god, Laoshi?”
Shit.
He doesn’t dare look behind him. He’s already, frankly, fucked , so he just pretends to be a statue in hopes that whoever this is just goes away and never mentions any of this ever again. He’s so hopeless. He feels tears well up yet again; he swears he isn’t the type to get sad when he’s drunk, but tonight he just can’t seem to help it. He sniffles in what he hopes is a quiet fashion, but the presence behind him doesn't move away.
“Oh, Laoshi…” Instead, the voice gets closer, and he sees the shadow lit up by yellowed fluorescents approach him. He feels someone kneel next to him, and a warm hand settles on his shoulder.
Resigned to his fate (and thankful this person seemed to at least pity him, instead of being disgusted with him). Wanning turns to face—
“Bi’nan?”
Against all odds, Hua Bi’nan is in front of him, even more beautiful than he was the last time Chu Wanning had seen him. Abruptly, Wanning feels ashamed. In the presence of such beauty, he can only imagine the image he paints now, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth, snotty-nosed, and red-eyed. When Bi’nan looks at his face, he takes a sharp breath, as expected, shocked by the sorry state of him. Wanning tries to turn his head away but Bi’nan catches his chin before he can, forcing him to look up at him. Bi’nan’s breath is shaky and his eyes seem…out of it. Desperate.
“Who made my pretty Laoshi cry, hm? I didn’t want our reunion to be like this, sweetheart.” Though Bi’nan’s hold on him is secure, it feels gentle, and Bi’nan strokes his thumb across Wanning’s cheek to wipe away a stray tear.
Wanning has to take a second to process the words, the warmth of Hua Bi’nan’s hand too comforting. Once he realizes what was said, though, he reels back and swats the other’s hand away.
“What are you saying, stop it!” Wanning hurries to clean himself up a bit, and Bi’ning laughs a bit as he politely looks away and lets him compose himself.
“I’m serious, Laoshi! Tell me, and I’ll make them pay, I promise.” Wanning huffs as he stands and moves to walk out of the stall.
“Ridiculous, You’re not a kid anymore, you know. If you do something drastic, it'll catch up to you.” He washes his hands, aggressively avoiding looking in the mirror. Hua Bi’nan stands behind him for a few seconds, maybe waiting to see if Wanning will break, but once it’s obvious that he won’t, he moves to wash his own hands.
“Of course, Laoshi. I haven’t been a kid for a while now, I hope I can show you that now that I’m back.” Wanning pauses.
“You…You’re back?” He looks over to Bi’nan because appearances be damned, this is a lot to handle for one night.
Bi’nan is already looking at him with a soft smile. “Mm-hmm! I heard Laoshi was leaving Sisheng…” He pauses, and his wide eyes shine with guilt. “I’m sorry I was late to the party. My flight was delayed, and I hadn’t known you had moved to this bar, and—”
“Bi’nan.” Bi’nan winces as Wanning cuts him off.
“Yes?”
“You don’t need to call me Laoshi…anymore,” Bi’nan looks confused at the seemingly random statement, and dammit when he tilts his head to the side like that Wanning can’t pretend he’s not a little swayed by his looks.
“That’s nonsense! Laoshi is always Laoshi, I could never…”
“No, really,” Wanning pleads. As pathetic as it is, he just wants someone to be with right now. Not a student, not someone that looks up to him, because no facet of him deserves to be looked at as a teacher right now.
Bi’nan pauses, clearly hesitant at the idea. “So, then…” he sees Bi’nan’s eyes darken, “Wanning.”
It’s different from when Mo Ran said it, but hearing it from Bi’nan sends a shiver down his spine. He nods, noticing just how beautiful Bi’nan’s eyes are. He always looks at Wanning with such wonder, such intensity. It pressures him sometimes, but it also makes him feel…special. Like he alone can hold Bi’nan’s attention, even if it is just a morbid curiosity.
“Then, Wanning, can I take you home?”
The question stops him in his tracks, but luckily Bi’nan laughs and cuts in to explain before Wanning overloads.
“Not like that. You just don’t seem like you can drive, and I wanna make sure you get home safe.” Bi’nan grabs his hand and pulls him in closer, and with them this close, it’s almost like he’s back at the bar counter with Mo Ran. “Please? As an apology for getting here late.”
“How…How did you even know I was leaving? How did you know the party was today?” Wanning suddenly remembers to ask, but he can barely hear the answer. He’s leaning closer into Hua Bi’nan, putting almost all of his body weight on him. He feels so secure, and he’s so tired after all of tonight. He feels Bi’nan talk more than he actually hears it, and in between his mumbling, he feels himself getting picked up. He tries to protest, but it feels nice to just let someone else do the work. God knows he’s tired enough. He wakes up a bit when the pair make their way out of the bathroom, music jumping up to an uncomfortable volume again. Subconsciously, he burrows further into Hua Bi’nan’s arms, hoping the other shields him from the busy environment.
They steadily make their way to the exit when suddenly he feels Bi’nan stop. He can hear him more clearly now, can hear the venom in his voice when he opens his mouth to talk to whoever interrupted their path.
“Do you need something?” He feels Bi’nan hold him closer.
“Why are you here? Why do you even have him, let him go.” And that voice. As if the heavens couldn’t mock him enough. It’s Mo Ran who stopped them, because of course it is, and Wanning refuses to move an inch. Better Mo Ran just thinks he's unconscious.
“I’ll have you know I have his permission to take him home . Now can you move? He’s not feeling very well.” Wanning blanches from his words, wishing Bi’nan had said anything but that. Even if he’s not looking at Mo Ran, he can feel the atmosphere shift.
“Besides, you have your own little toy for tonight, right? Be a good boy and go play with what you’re given.” Bi’nan hikes him up a little higher and pushes past Mo Ran, not bothering to stay for his yelling.
Wanning chooses to sleep on the way back to his place. It's simpler if he sleeps. He doesn’t have to talk to Bi’nan, doesn’t have to think about Mo Ran, doesn’t have to do anything except dream. Today, even his dreams seem to be against him though, and when Bi’nan wakes him up all he can remember are traces of Mo Ran, all Mo Ran.
“Wanning, we made it…” Bi’nan gently shakes him awake. “We should head inside.”
The nap seems to have sobered him up quite a bit, at the very least, so he can manage his way into his door without much trouble. He invites Bi’nan in if only to be polite, but the younger eagerly takes him up on that offer.
“Wow, Wanning. This is a pretty neat place! Do you think I can get something similar with a teacher’s salary, too?”
“You’re a teacher now, too?” Wanning goes to pour himself and Bi’nan a glass of water, eager to clear his mind and finally go to bed.
Bi’nan smiles at him coyly, “I’m your coworker, now!”
Wanning blanks. Coworker? No, that couldn’t be. Wanning is now working at…
“You’re going to be working at Rufeng?”
“Well, maybe a coworker is stretching it a bit. I’m not an admin, just another teacher now, but…Surprise, haha!” Bi’nan tries to casually sip at his water, shyly turning away.
“Oh, wow, Bi’nan. That's…That’s really great. I’m so proud of you.” Wanning places a hand on Bi’nan’s. “I always knew you’d do great things.”
Bi’nan stares at their joined hands and slowly turns his hand over to interlace their fingers. It makes Wanning feel like he should retract his hand, but it feels so nice that, against his better judgment, he leaves it be.
“Thank you, Wanning, It’s. It’s all because of you, you know? You…inspire me so much.” Bi’nan squeezes his hand tighter.
““…I don’t deserve it.” Wanning tries to pull away, but Bi’nan yanks him in instead, wrapping his arms around Wanning’s waist and putting his head on Wanning’s shoulder.
“Of course you do. You’re so good, I like you so much.”
Wanning knew he should have stopped it sooner. In the back of his head, he knew it was always going to get to this point, but there was a sick part of his mind that hoped for this exact outcome, and right now that part is winning.
“Wanning…” The man in question just holds him closer, burrowing his face in Wanning’s neck and taking a deep breath. “It’s been too long.”
Wanning can feel his cock grow hard against Hua Bi’nan, and he knows the other can feel it too. He hopes Bi’nan can feel it too. Because Bi’nan is never afraid to show Wanning what he wants and what he likes.
“We can’t . Not after last time, we shouldn’t— ah! ” Bi’nan cuts him off by squeezing his ass, pulling him even closer.
“ Fuck what happened last time, it’s been so long , Wanning, do you know how I missed you? Can you feel how much I missed you?” Bi’nan guides his hand towards his cock, which is in a similar state to his own.
“Haven’t wanted anyone else this whole time, Wanning, isn’t that enough? Doesn’t that tell you? You are the only one who has ever made me feel like this, the only one who could ever . I’ve missed you so much, didn’t you miss me too?”
“Bi’nan, I can’t!”
Bi’nan turns him around so that Wanning is caged between him and the kitchen counter, with his back to Bi’nan’s chest. “But did you? ”
His ass is pushed right against Bi’nan’s cock, and he hisses when Bi’nan grinds up into him. It has been so long since they had…been together, but Wanning was very pointedly trying not to think about that because truth be told, he did miss the way Bi’nan wanted him. He missed how Bi’nan would treat him, the way Bi’nan would worship him.
He’s pathetic. Bi’nan’s hands explore their way across his body, one landing on his neck, squeezing slightly, the other wandering down, undoing his belt.
“ Yeah, ” Bi’nan drags the word out as he frees Wanning cock from his pants, “you fucking missed me.”
Wanning gasps as Bi’nan takes him in his hand, stroking slowly and purposefully. “Bi’nan, please. ”
“But Laoshi, I thought we couldn’t! ” Bi’nan squeezes as he emphasizes the word, making Wanning yelp. “This student would never dare defile his teacher ever again.”
It is torture, as being with Hua Bi’nan often is. There is pleasure in it, of course. Immense pleasure, as loathe as Wanning is to admit, Bi’nan seems to know exactly what makes Wanning just fall apart . The problem was that Bi’nan also took immense satisfaction in watching Wanning do just that.
“You’re still so pretty like this, Wanning. You’ve gotten more beautiful if that was even possible. I wonder…do you still look the same when you cum?” Bi’nan starts to stroke him again, this time matching it in time to his hips grinding on Wanning’s. Chu Wanning feels like he’s drunk all over again. Like he’s reached a new high that he didn’t know he could.
Wanning reaches up, to the hand on his neck. Gingerly, he feels the way how, even in Bi’nan’s hands, his neck seems so fragile. He puts his hand over Bi’nan’s and squeezes .
“Oh, does my baby want something? You can use your words, darling.” He purposely loosens his grip on Wanning’s neck, and Wanning can feel his grin.
“Bi’nan!”
“Don’t start with me, you little brat.” Bi’nan releases his grip on Wanning’s neck to spank him once, hard, and Wanning squeaks. “Use your words.”
Wanning feels his legs start to wobble, he can’t believe he’s doing this. Hooking up with a former student! At his house! Has he gone insane! But when Bi’nan presses their hips together again Wanning can’t find it in himself to stop.
“I want you..”
“You want me to do what, doll?” Wanning whines but Bi’nan does not let up.
“I…want you to treat me…rough.” It’s probably a far cry from arousing dirty talk, but Wanning can’t find it in himself to say anything further, so he hopes Bi’nan takes the hint.
“…That’s all you had to say.”
Before Wanning knows it, he’s pushed flat on the counter, pants being ripped off of his legs. He gasps at the sudden exposure, but what’s more pressing are the hands pushing his head down and at his entrance. “Doll, we kind of have to work with what we have, here, but luckily,” Bi’nan pumps his hand over Wanning’s dick a few times, “you’re more than wet enough.”
Before Wanning can process, a finger is shoved into his hole without further warning, and though it is wet, it’s definitely not lube. The intrusion hurts at first, it has been a couple of years since their last escapade, after all, but soon enough it starts to feel the way Wanning remembers it, good enough to want more. Bi’nan is all too eager to provide, guiding him through a few more fingers with assurances that Wanning is doing so well and is made to take it.
When Wanning finally feels Bi’nan’s cock press against his hole, he shivers and arches his back the slightest bit, but the eagerness must have set Bi’nan off because, in the next second, Bi’nan is pulling his hair and using it to shove Chu Wanning back on his cock, going as deep as he possibly could.
Bi’nan groans as he bottoms out, cursing when he starts to set a pace for himself and his former teacher. Wanning cries out as he’s fucked hard and fast, Bi’nan seems to give no regard for what the older man can take, but it turns Chu Wanning on to no end. He’s loud and shameless as he’s fucked into his counter, mind finally blank after all of the shock of tonight, only one thing on his mind now. He’s not drunk, but he’s certainly not sober, and no matter what he does, he just can't seem to keep the noise down. He tries to bite his lip to keep the noises in, but it’s no use, Bi’nan is using him so thoroughly that Chu Wanning cannot help but moan. He feels like a cheap whore, letting his student treat him this way, but he can’t help how good it feels. He could cum just like this, cock untouched and getting fucked within an inch of his life. Bi’nan is not gentle with his thrusts, but the words he utters are of such high praise Wanning can feel himself getting dizzy.
“My darling, taking me so well. Look at you, missed me so much, yeah? Couldn’t wait for me to fuck you again like a slut, right? That’s why you brought me here. To fuck you like this, I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this. You’re mine, Wanning. Mine. ”
Wanning sobs as Bi’nan goes harder, pulling him in deeper. “He wouldn’t do this for you. You know he wouldn’t.”
It’s hard to talk— and understand— while getting fucked like this, but Wanning tries his best. “What-What are you—hn!”
“ Mo Ran, doll. That dog wouldn’t know how to treat something precious like you. Not like I would, no, so he sticks to those loose little whores , but you get to be fucked by someone who actually cares! Someone who won’t up and fucking leave you! ” He accentuates the last phrase with a thrust that knocks the breath out of Chu Wanning. Bi’nan finally lets go of his hair and Chu Wanning goes slack. nearly falling to the floor before Bi’nan catches him by his hips.
“How sad,” Bi’nan pants,” Do you think he still would have left you if he realized this was what you wanted?”
Wanning freezes on the countertop.
“Or maybe he would have left sooner, do you think? What if he never spoke to you again? I mean, I’d be pretty shocked too if I found out my teacher was nothing but a filthy cockslut.” He rolls his hips, slow and tortuous, before starting to fuck him again slowly.
“I’m not!”
“Aren’t you? Look at you, baobei, so fucking desperate. I bet you don’t even realize you’re moving your hips, Laoshi.” Bi’nan doesn’t let up, speeding up and going harder so Wanning can’t answer.
“It doesn’t matter, he’s never going to realize what a slut Wanning is because this side of you’s only for me, yeah? You’d never show this side of you to anyone else, right baby?”
He’s too close to finishing to form a coherent sentence, but Bi’nan seems to take it as a yes regardless, slamming into him with renewed fervor.
“Mine, my baby, my doll, you’re mine, forever mine, you got that? He doesn’t take care of you like this. He would never. But you’ll always have me, Wanning, always. ” Wanning sobs at the words, everything building up until finally— he finishes with a broken moan, and Bi’nan follows soon after.
They stay like that for a while, both coming down and wanting to feel connected just a little longer. Bi’nan moves first, trying to get Wanning to drink water. Ever the worrywart. It's…endearing, somehow.
Later, after Bi’nan has already taken them both a warm bath and made sure to give him every possible hangover preventative, they lay together in Wanning’s bed watching a documentary about something or other. Honestly, Wanning is paying more attention to Bi’nan, who is running his hands gently through Wanning’s hair. He doesn’t want to bring it up out loud, but there are several suspicious things about Hua Bi’nan’s return. The date and location, for one. How did he find out where Chu Wanning would have his farewell party? How had he even known about the farewell party? And not to mention his run-in with Mo Ran. Had he known Mo Ran would be back tonight? Did he plan this? There was no real way to know. But Wanning had a feeling that their reunion was far from pure luck.
“Something on your mind, doll?” Bi’nan muses, looking down at where Chu Wanning is nestled in his arms. Even like this, lit up only by the TV light, Bi’nan looks otherworldly. He smiles down at Wanning gently, like he’s afraid Wanning might run off if given the chance. He thinks back to when Bi’nan was his student, always dedicated and playful in his pursuit of his teacher. Who would have known they would end up like this. Wanning reaches up to push Bi’nan’s hair out of his face.
“Just you.” Bi’nan seems to startle at that, his hand pausing in Wanning’s hair. He doesn’t look fully convinced, laughing a bit awkwardly as Wanning keeps his gaze squarely on Bi’nan’s face. “I…I missed you, too. Really.”
Hua Bi’nan’s eyes widen, and Wanning sees him take a few seconds to compose himself. Eventually, a slow smile spreads across Bi’nan’s face as he holds Wanning closer.
“Don’t worry, doll. We’ll be seeing much more of each other from here on out, I promise you that.”