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[2]
“Flower Boy,” Taxian-jun repeats, the same stupids word reverberating in Chu Wanning’s ear, whispered right into it, low and dangerous. Yet, he reacts; his back arches even more into the steady thrusts of Taxian-jun’s hips, back and forth until Chu Wanning thinks he might just lose his mind any time soon.
The words reverberate even through the wet sounds coming from in between their bodies, Taxian-jun making sure to angle them in a way that would make them the loudest possible, knowing it drives Chu Wanning insane.
Both negatively and positively, because he hates how lewd it sounds, not used to getting fucked like this again, not after everything that happened back in their old lives; but at the same time, it makes his heart race faster. It makes his throat go dryer, makes his weak little moans that he can’t possibly suppress any longer louder, louder. Until he’s nearly screaming. Knowing that he’s being lewd, that he’s allowed to be, because the only two people who he would ever allow to do this are his husbands, so it’s fine.
It's just fine.
“Even like this, you still smell like flowers,” Taxian-jun mumbles into his neck, the same sultry tone of voice, making Chu Wanning shake his head. Why, he’s not so sure; maybe to disagree, because surely his sweat and… other fluids don’t smell of flowers, maybe because the compliment is too much for him, maybe because the stimulation of Taxian-jun starting to pound into him harder and faster making him dizzy.
“Mo Ran,” he gasps, fingers digging into his back as he comes, the other holding him closer and closer until their chests are pressed flat together.
Even if he doesn’t smell of flowers – Taxian-jun does.
*
Once Chu Wanning and Mo Ran are done with the flowers, Mo Ran basically begs to get punished, because he’s insane.
That’s not news to Chu Wanning.
So, they very quickly land in bed, with Chu Wanning between his legs, cheeks burning at how close he is to Mo Ran’s-
“Go slow,” Mo Ran whispers, “remember, you wanted to punish me for destroying that idiot’s flowers, right?”
So, Chu Wanning goes slow. Not because he wants to punish Mo Ran, but because he got asked to do it, because whatever Mo Ran tells him to do, Chu Wanning will. Whenever he asks him to do something in bed, Chu Wanning might complain, but they’re both very aware that it’s for show. Yet, Mo Ran tries to stay considerate of him, asking whether it’s really okay, whether he can really touch him, uncertainty laced into his voice that Chu Wanning only knows how to cure in one way.
He leans in, licking a long strip from the bottom to the top. He likes to think that he’s gotten better at this, that he’s improved ever since he first did this to Mo Ran. He knows that Mo Ran liked it regardless, which Chu Wanning can barely fathom, but isn’t everything that matters that he liked it to begin with?
Now, Mo Ran shudders beneath him, his hands awkwardly gripping the bed sheets until Chu Wanning gathers the courage to reach up to take both of them with his own, squeezing them and holding onto them just as much as Mo Ran holds onto him.
He doesn’t need to hold Mo Ran down in any way; Mo Ran is considerate enough not to pump his hips into Chu Wanning’s throat. That’s something he can’t do; not yet, at least, but he tries every time in the hope to please Mo Ran more, further.
Careful with his teeth, Chu Wanning starts sucking and licking, relishing in every single reaction he’s getting from Mo Ran, still so horribly starved for his love and approval.
Chu Wanning wonders whether it will ever feel normal to him that he’s loved back this way.
“So good, baobei,” comes the quiet praise that gets to Chu Wanning’s head together with the heady smell of him, together with the clicking of his throat once he takes him deeper.
“Make sure to torture me, pull off when I’m close, fuck, baobei, fuck-“
At the first telltale sign of Mo Ran getting close, his cock twitching inside of Chu Wanning’s mouth, a slight bitterness spreading across his tongue when he closes his lips around the bead of precum, he draws back.
Mo Ran’s hips shudder this time, uncomfortably so, his dick hitting Chu Wanning’s lips once, twice, frustrated little grunts resounding from above.
And Chu Wanning watches. He watches every detail of Mo Ran being so close by not coming, drinks it in and feels it shoot straight towards his own groin. He looks at him with his eyes blown wide, and Chu Wanning knows that he doesn’t look any different.
The next time he gets back to work, Mo Ran comes immediately, and maybe that isn’t enough of a punishment for him destroying Taxian-jun’s flowers, Chu Wanning isn’t sure that either of them could take more than this right now.
*
“And,” Taxian-jun starts again, a hand loosely wrapped around Chu Wanning’s throat, so close yet so far.
It’s not new that they do this, that Taxian-jun chokes him, but this time, Chu Wanning wants him to do it. Because now, he’s able to talk just a bit about what he wants and doesn’t want, and god, how much he wants to feel dizzy and out of air when Taxian-jun finally pushes into him, because he’s been teasing him for so long now, rubbing the head of him against him, sometimes coming so close to sliding inside, but never quite getting there.
“I told you we need more children than just these flowers, Wanning,” he growls, “even more to name, hm?”
“You’re insane,” Chu Wanning gasps once his fingers grow a bit looser around his throat. He coughs a bit, feeling tears in his eyes at the air deprivation, but at the same time, it makes him all the harder.
“Not insane,” Taxian-jun mumbles, pressing a kiss against his lips – Chu Wanning may have gotten used to being loved by now, but he’s not sure he’s gotten used to Taxian-jun of all people being so gentle now, after so many years of being without the flower, and instead raising his own. “Just want to have a family with you.”
“We have Goutou and- the flowers,” Chu Wanning makes, but that gets the hand around his throat back, and he loses himself in the feeling of being overpowered. Hell, he loves it. He loves it now. He loves every single bit of finally handing away some of his stupid control, especially if it’s one of his husbands doing it, making sure he feels so good while doing it, too.
“Not enough,” the man above him whines, once more rocking against him, rutting against him like a dog in heat, “not enough, Wanning. This Venerable One can’t get enough of you. It’s bad enough already that this stupid dog gets you more often than I do.”
With a small tap against his back, Chu Wanning makes Taxian-jun loosen his grip a bit again, just so he can talk.
Even now, even when he can talk a bit about these things, it’s still not easy for him, but right now, his body is begging for it. So what’s the harm if he begs for it out loud?
“Please,” leaves his mouth before he can overthink this even once more. “Please stop playing around and just-“
Taxian-jun’s eyes narrow in on him, on his waist, on his own fingers that he has wrapped around him, on the other hand that he’s keeping on his hip to stead him.
“Just fuck me already, please-“
It’s then that Taxian-jun finally slides inside.
Chu Wanning isn’t ashamed to scream this time.
*
“Wanning,” Mo Ran mewls against his neck, biting into it again. Chu Wanning is going to have marks for a week or two if he keeps acting like he’s some kind of vampire or whatever. “Wanning, I also die if neglected.”
“You’re already-“ Chu Wanning makes, “I’m already-“
He’s unable to get the words out. This time, it’s not because of any lingering embarrassment, but simply because Mo Ran is so deep inside of him, with Chu Wanning sitting on him like this, barely able to push himself up and down anymore. His legs feel like jelly, and Mo Ran isn’t helping enough, not moving his own hips enough to give Chu Wanning any proper gratification.
He knows he’s teasing him on full purpose, because if Mo Ran wants to fuck him well, he knows damn well how to succeed.
“Mo Ran,” he makes in the end, clinging to him even harder, as if he wants to crush Mo Ran into his own damned soul.
“Hm? I’ll die if you don’t speed up, Wanning-“
“Can’t,” he mumbles, mind way too fuzzy by now to be able to voice just how shaky he feels, just how much he needs Mo Ran to pound into him until he passes out, how much he is being neglected right now.
His breath is hot and hard and shallow, yet he manages to raise his hips again, biting his tongue and telling himself that he can do it.
“That’s it,” Mo Ran praises him, hands on his hips, finally starting to help him lift his body and then crash it back down rhythmically. Finally some help. Chu Wanning almost starts crying. “That’s it, Wanning, keep it up, that’s what Taxian-jun told me you’re so good at-“
…Because of course those two idiots would talk about how to best fuck him now that they’ve finally made friends with each other, huh? Chu Wanning lets out a broken sob, legs trembling with the effort, his muscles aching even though logically, he’s done so much worse physical exercise than this.
“That’s it, Wanning,” he repeats, finally starting to raise his hips too, fuck into Chu Wanning like he fucking means it.
He knows he’s close. He knows Mo Ran is close too.
“Fuck,” he curses, Mo Ran giving a breathy laugh at the curse word, “fuck, Mo Ran-“
“Come for me,” comes the command that he’s been waiting for, “I’d never neglect you, so come for me.”
And Chu Wanning does.