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“Look at that,” Mo Ran cooed, petting a hand along Chu Wanning’s side. He didn’t look, squeezing his eyes shut against the sounds bouncing around the Red Lotus Pavilion. Wet and hot and loud, he couldn’t seem to escape from any of it.
He tipped his head back, leaning it on Mo Ran’s shoulder. His Shizun was still rolling his hips, slow and lazy, even though he’d already come three… no, four times. Sunlight peaked in through the curtains, staining the room a bloody red.
“Chu Wanning,” Mo Ran growled in his ear, hands going tight, tight, tight on his waist. “Shizun told you to look. You’re always such an obedient disciple, such a good wife. Won’t you listen to your Shizun?”
Chu Wanning shook his head frantically. He knew what he would see, and he couldn’t stomach the embarrassment. His thighs, slick with sweat and oil and come, spread wide around his Shizun’s own. The sunken in curve of his stomach where he’d lost so much weight, even though his Shizun plied him with good meals and treats at every opportunity. His cock, pink and flushed and needy, tapping up against his lower belly, begging for attention.
He knew what he looked like. He didn’t know why his Shizun was so intent on rubbing it in this face. Though his Shizun had lost the kindness of his younger self, the self before the Heavenly Rift, he still cared. In his own way. He was a devoted husband, in between terrorizing the cultivation world and torturing prisoners.
“A-Ning,” Mo Ran said. A warning. He grabbed Chu Wanning by the face, digging his fingers into the soft give of his cheeks. “I told you to look.”
He looked down. There it was, the sweat and the oil and the come, smeared together on an unpleasant canvas. He’d lost a lot of muscle from when he’d been a cultivator, body unable to keep up with its own demands. He’d lost even more weight before, in those grey months when Mo Ran had disappeared from Sisheng Peak, when the world had seemed fragile and dull.
So, he was even more unattractive than he’d been just mere months ago. A half-starved corpse, fucked raw and dripping.
There was something new, though. A curve to his belly, distended where Mo Ran’s cock sat hot and heavy inside him. He whined, clenching down on it and watched it shift inside of him.
“Fuck,” Mo Ran breathed in his ear, rolling his hips. The tip of his cock dragged against the inside of him. Chu Wanning slapped a hand over his mouth, panting against the heat that threatened to consume him.
Mo Ran shifted Chu Wanning in his lap. He dragged him back and forth, watching wide-eyed and manic at the shadowed outline of his cock. He let go with one hand, pressing Chu Wanning’s dick down and away in order to get a better view.
“You’re so small, A-Ning,” Mo Ran said. “Look at you… taking all of me, full to the brim…”
He barely pulled out an inch before shoving back in, taking that space back with interest. Chu Wanning could see him moving, the thin skin of his belly taut around the intrusion. Mo Ran was relentless. He chased his pleasure in rolling waves, licking hot over the back of Chu Wanning’s neck as they panted together.
Eventually, curiosity won over. Chu Wanning lowered a hand to his belly. Heat radiated off of him, warming his perpetually cold hands, and what was more, he could feel the shape of Mo Ran inside of him. He pressed down, curving his hand over the outline of Mo Ran’s cock.
The sudden pressure caught him off guard. Sparks flared in his belly, his hand pressing down on something inside of him, catching it between Mo Ran and himself. He cried out, grinding down even further, muscles clenching as he came dripping against the sheets. It was sad. A little pathetic. But… they had been going all night.
That didn’t stop the pleasure from bowling him over. Coring him out.
“Fuck, look at you, coming for me without being touched,” Mo Ran said, using his grip to bounce Chu Wanning on his cock. He let it happen, too fuzzy from the orgasm to be much help. The jolting thrusts rattled some sense back into him, but the buzz of overstimulation quickly swept him away.
Mo Ran came with a groan, rolling his hips in shaking jerks to fuck himself through it. Chu Wanning’s belly, where it had once been concave, curved outward just slightly. Just enough to notice. He ran a reverent hand over the curve, burning with embarrassment.
“You look so good, pumped full of my seed,” Mo Ran said, curving his hands around to hold Chu Wanning’s belly. The way he was framing him… Chu Wanning jerked back, hitting Mo Ran’s chest hard enough to knock the breath out of him.
Mo Ran just laughed, gripping his hips to keep him impaled on his cock.
“You look pregnant, A-Ning,” he said, nipping at Chu Wanning’s ear. He flinched, breath coming short. Heat and humiliation warred in him, spurring each other on as Mo Ran stroked over his belly. “I think if I fuck you well enough, it’ll take. I’m sure there’s a tonic out there that would make it possible. Would you like that, Wanning? For me to fuck a baby into you?”
“Shut up,” he hissed, embarrassment burning away his good sense. Mo Ran stilled behind him. It was a dangerous stillness, the kind that was more Taxian Jun than Mo Ran. The kind Chu Wanning was still getting used to. “I. I mean—”
In a rush of limbs, Chu Wanning hit the bed. Mo Ran pinned him face down on the bed, hand heavy on the back of his neck. He settled all his weight on him, cock still spearing him open. “The fuck did you just say to me?”
“I— I’m sorry,” he stuttered out, spitting bedsheets and his own hair out of his mouth. “Shizun, I didn’t mean it, this disciple apologizes.”
“That’s right,” he growled, rolling his hips into Chu Wanning’s. “I’m your Shizun. More than that, I’m your husband. You think you can get away with disrespecting your husband, A-Ning? I know I’ve been lenient, but a wife should know better.”
“I didn’t mean it, Shizun,” he begged, breathing through the slow, hard thrusts. Mo Ran didn’t seem interested in speeding up, but it wasn’t the soft touches and gentle kissing of earlier. It wasn’t… it wasn’t good, just a constant pressure against his walls, jolting him up the mattress.
“Then why did you say it?” Mo Ran asked, pressing him down harder. “My disciples not a liar. He doesn’t say anything he doesn’t mean. So, unless my sweet disciple has suddenly become a liar, he must have meant it when he mouthed off to his Shizun.”
Chu Wanning’s response was cut off with a squeak, a Mo Ran put all his weight on the back of his neck. His vision blurred — air cut off by the pressure. He scrabbled at the sheets, blunt nails sliding uselessly over the fine silk.
“His Shizun,” Mo Ran continued. “Who has only ever catered to his every need. His Shizun, who has given him everything. His Shizun, who is currently fucking him. Is that who you were mouthing off to, Chu Wanning?”
Chu Wanning bit back a sob, the rolling thrusts working him higher and higher, even though the usual pleasure wasn’t there. Mo Ran shifted, letting go of his neck to pin his wrists to the bed above his head. He sucked in a deep breath, choking on air.
“What?” he spat. “Nothing to say?”
The silence stretched out, punctuated by the hard smacks of Mo Ran’s hips against his ass. His own cock was hard, chafing against the sheets, but even that friction burned unpleasantly in his gut. He bit his lip, swallowing down the tattered remains of his pride.
Ears burning, he turned his face into the sheets. “Fill… Shizun, please fill me up.”
“… What was that?” Mo Ran slowed to a stop, staring down at him.
“Fill me up,” he said, embarrassed tears spilling down his cheeks. Rage and humiliation roiled in his gut, but he didn’t let them pass his lips. This… his Shizun was cursed because of his incompetence, this was the least he could do. “Get me pregnant, Shizun, I want your baby. Please, give this— this wife your seed.”
Mo Ran groaned, laying down to press against Chu Wanning from ankle to wrist. He threaded his fingers through Chu Wanning’s holding him against the bed as he fucked down into him.
“I knew you’d come around, baobei,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. He rolled his hips in a gentle rhythm, breathing wet and hot in Chu Wanning’s ear. He just buried his face in the sheets, glad that the fabric was there to soak up his burning tears.