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Chu Wan Ning never expected his heat to arrive like this.
Scratch that. Chu Wan Ning had never expected his heat to arrive at all. After passing through his adolescent years in peace, he had naturally come to the conclusion that: a) either his level of cultivation had helped with repressing his cycles at a subconscious level, or b) the more likely conclusion, and perhaps one that made his steel heart quiver ever so slightly - he was a broken omega.
Short and simple.
His identity wasn’t a dirty little secret. Neither did Xue Zheng Yong allow anyone at the peak, disciples or fellow elders, to treat it as such. Xue Meng, every bit the proud and protective peacock his father was, made sure of it, too.
And ever since Chu Wan Ning’s rebirth, there was also…
"Shizun? Are you alright?"
Chu Wan Ning shivered. The voice alone, the mature timbre that hung on him, covered him like a blanket, was enough to send another wave of arousal through his body. It took everything to keep the formation around himself intact, to plug his scent from leaking out.
"Shizun, you..."
Shut up! Shut up!
But it was no use. Chu Wan Ning could only clench his fist, nails digging into his palm until red trickled down his fingers, mixing in with the muddy concoction on the ground.
As the rain grew heavier, the heady scent of the boy - no, man, too, became even more potent, wafting through the air like the smell of baked sweets that Chu Wan Ning could never grow out of. It enveloped him, stroking the arousal in the pit of his stomach, legs rubbing with a wetness that was too slick, too viscous to be mere rain.
If this went on, he didn’t think he could…
Whatever source of light that had illuminated the blurry pathway in front of him was suddenly blocked by a large shadow. Chu Wan Ning smelled him before he saw him. Felt his body react to the earthy scent that radiated off the tall figure, waves of temptation calling out to him.
On any other occasion, the scent would have been soothing. The smell of home, a chunk of hearth that stuck to him wherever he went.
But right now, with the first bout of his heat ravaging Chu Wan Ning from the inside, the scent only strived to deprive him of his sanity, bit by bit.
"Mo Ran," he rasped.
Alpha, his being screamed.
Mo Ran, like most others, had always just assumed that Chu Wan Ning was a skilled enough cultivator that his heats never seemed to bother him. It was unheard of, but this was the Yuheng Elder, after all. A celestial being whose abilities transcended measly biological roles. If not his Shizun, who else could pull off such a feat?
But Mo Ran was not ignorant.
An idiot, yes. But even without smelling it, he knew what an omega in heat looked like.
And right now, body curling inwards, flushed, thin face the very definition of temptation, Chu Wan Ning looked like sex on legs.
The turn of events took Mo Ran by surprise as they did Chu Wan Ning. In his past life, his Shizun had remained untouchable until their wedding night, when Ta Xian Jun had forced Chu Wan Ning to swallow some heat-inducing medicine, coupled with a strong aphrodisiac.
Could this be a side effect of Chu Wan Ning’s rebirth?
A deep, feral instinct arose within Mo Ran, akin to an awakening beast spotting treasure for the very first time. As ridiculous as it sounded, being around for Chu Wan Ning’s naturally occurring heat in this life felt like a victory over Ta Xian Jun. It was aroused even further by the way his name rolled off the other’s lips, so wanton, as if Chu Wan Ning held honey under his tongue. Beckoning the taller man for a taste.
And Mo Ran wasn’t one to turn down an invitation from his Shizun. But there was a time and place for everything, and judging from Chu Wan Ning’s state, whatever barrier he erected to lock his scent away would not hold for much longer.
Strong arms reached out to pull Chu Wan Ning into a stifling embrace. Immediately, the sirens in Chu Wan Ning’s head started to blare.
Let go! The proximity was dangerous, Mo Ran’s scent threatening to penetrate the spell. Chu Wan Ning was fighting with his body, flesh and bones yearning to be closer, while what little consciousness he had left fought to stay afloat. He couldn’t let this continue. If he did, he -
"Wan Ning."
Chu Wan Ning shivered, muffling his whimper by burying his face in Mo Ran’s shoulder.
Like a miracle, he felt the fibres in his body relax by an inch.
The quality of the scent changed. It was no longer the suffocating heat that tested his wills. The pheromones leaving Mo Ran’s body took on a more calming frequency now, clearing the fog in his Shizun’s mind.
Chu Wan Ning’s heart tightened. Alphas were not exactly known for their restraint, if they even bothered at all. He could feel the body against his flexing with control, could feel Mo Ran’s rapid heartbeat where their chests met. The fact that Mo Ran’s priority was his own safety made him cling to the other harder, never wanting to be separated, now that they were together.
He really hit the jackpot with this wonderful disciple.
Both men stood there in silence, the deluge a faraway event. Mo Ran continued holding Chu Wan Ning, running his fingers through the high ponytail, careful not to displace the jade crown. Eventually, he felt his Shizun’s breath evening out, body regaining its strength to stand up properly once more.
But they knew that the purposeful pheromones were just a temporary solution. No matter how capable both were, putting off one’s heat, especially their first, was just asking for a future disaster of an even greater magnitude.
Mo Ran dipped his head, nuzzling the skin of Chu Wan Ning’s neck, right next to the area where omegas usually carried their bond mark. His voice was low as his breath skimmed the outline of a reddened ear.
"Shizun, there’s an inn nearby."
The fingers clutching Mo Ran’s back threatened to rip the fabric bunched between them. Bodily functions aside, Chu Wan Ning truly desired Mo Ran on all levels. He squirmed in Mo Ran’s hold, as if it would help alleviate the heat of Mo Ran’s body pressing against him. He couldn’t fully register Mo Ran’s words just yet, his own lust mocking him as his heart raced at the implication, not realising that his thigh had brushed a rather precarious place until he heard it - a grunt, low and warning.
Chu Wan Ning froze. Had it been his imagination? The thing he’d brushed - surely, it wasn’t -
But Chu Wan Ning’s body worked faster than his mind, thigh jerking in curiosity against the same spot without his permission.
"Ahh..."
The arms around Chu Wan Ning’s body tightened, but the heat that surged through him was because of something else entirely. Internally. His mind was sent into overdrive, heart picking up to imitate its earlier pace.
That - that wasn’t -
That’s a whole limb!!!!
In an attempt to take the pressure of Mo Ran’s - no, he couldn’t think about it, couldn’t bring himself to - Chu Wan Ning wiggled away, hoping to put a few inches of distance between them, at least. But he didn’t expect the movement to trigger his own wetness, body treacherously squeezing out a blob of slick.
Shame flooded his entire being. But given the circumstances, waiting out his heat and returning to Sisheng Peak was not a viable option. At all.
Chu Wan Ning took a deep breath.
"...Let’s go."
The voice of his Shizun was soft, barely audible above the rain. But like a receptive dog, Mo Ran had trained himself to pick up every nuance in Chu Wan Ning’s actions, dissect every layer of his emotions.
He was sure he’d heard wrong.
Chu Wan Ning couldn’t have just…
"Let’s go," the voice spoke again. Unmistakably, this time. Impatient, even.
Gripping Chu Wan Ning’s shoulders, Mo Ran held him out at arm’s length. It was almost an offensive shove, if not for the burning look of difficulty on the younger man’s face.
"Shizun," Mo Ran began, throat too dry, "Do you understand what going in means?"
Mo Ran’s words colored the tip of Chu Wan Ning’s ears a deep red, spreading down the expanse of his neck.
Of course he knew what it meant!
Going in wasn’t the signing of an irreversible contract; Mo Ran would definitely stop the moment Chu Wan Ning expressed any sign of reluctance. He would attend to his Shizun’s every need, whether or not it involved getting the sheets dirty. There was no doubt in Chu Wan Ning’s heart that his student would be willing to just hold him for the night and continued releasing calming pheromones, if the older man asked.
But Chu Wan Ning… wanted.
He knew in the depths of his heart, that if they went in now, he wouldn’t walk out a virgin.
Secretly, the idea of his chastity remaining intact the next morning greatly disappointed him.
He didn’t dare meet Mo Ran’s gaze, head lowered in fear of embarrassing himself. Instead, he reached a helpless hand out, hooking his fingers on the hem of Mo Ran’s outer girdle, tugging just the slightest.
"...It’s fine."
Two words, striking Mo Ran like lightning. The surge of adrenaline would have had his head pounding if not for the fact that his blood followed a southward course instead. It took him everything to maintain his pheromones at their current frequency, not to overwhelm Chu Wan Ning until they got to the inn.
Mo Ran’s hands dropped from Chu Wan Ning’s shoulders, bringing their fingers together in a loose link.
"Alright," he said. An agreement. A promise not to hurt the other.
He would give Chu Wan Ning the respect he deserved. Himself, a chance to make things right.
Neither spoke a word as they walked to their destination, hand in hand. There was no witness to the briskness of their steps. The downpour made sure of it.
At the reception, Chu Wan Ning discovered a newfound interest in his shoes as Mo Ran inquired for available rooms. But even his embarrassment couldn’t keep his head down when he heard the younger man request, "Three rooms."
The receptionist was taken aback, but kept mum as Mo Ran readily fished out the payment. Chu Wan Ning stared at the younger man’s side profile in confusion, but Mo Ran only smiled silently, leading them to the center of the three rooms he had booked.
When the door finally closed behind them, before Chu Wan Ning could ask what that had been about, a pair of arms wound themselves around his torso, pulling him back against a firm chest.
"Mo Ran - "
Chu Wan Ning’s voice died in his throat as Mo Ran lay a kiss on his neck, right where he was sensitive.
"In case Shizun gets loud."
Glaring, Chu Wan Ning spun around. But whatever reproach that lay ready for use on his tongue was swallowed when Mo Ran stepped forward to cover his lips with his own.
The appendage that made its way in was skilled and persistent, stroking and tracing the roof of Chu Wan Ning’s mouth. He shivered, all complaints forgotten. Every swipe, every gentle bite was a hit to his weakening defenses. Literally. As the kiss got wetter, the hands roaming his body provoking, a sweet scent began to permeate the air around them.
The subtle snarl that escaped Mo Ran made Chu Wan Ning’s blood shoot straight down to his pelvis. He could smell his own desperation, dizzy with lust. He wondered what it was like for Mo Ran, who was biologically designed to react to an omega’s heat. It consumed him, every mingled breath, every second of their bodies rubbing against each other.
But it wasn’t enough.
As if Mo Ran had read his thoughts, the hands that were previously rubbing Chu Wan Ning’s hip bones in circles made their way up, caressing his ribs, thumbs applying pressure where two soft peaks lay.
The high-pitched mewl he got in response made something in Mo Ran snap.
Chu Wan Ning didn’t know when or how, but he soon found himself pinned against soft sheets, gasping for breath as Mo Ran sought his neck where his scent was strongest, dragging teeth against unblemished skin. The hands roaming his body were still gentle, but there was an urgency in the movements that hadn’t been present before.
Chu Wan Ning could only revel in Mo Ran’s expertise. He had always heard about the alpha breed’s selfishness in bed, only chasing their own pleasure in the heat of lust. But Mo Ran was different. He mapped the entirety of his Shizun’s body, memorised the areas that earned him those precious, quiet gasps, purposely avoiding where Chu Wan Ning ached the most.
Even rushed, Mo Ran was able to caress his body in such a way that left Chu Wan Ning feeling… feeling…
He didn’t dare think so vainly.
"Wan Ning, Wan Ning," Mo Ran called out, kissing all over Chu Wan Ning’s face, mouthing the skin of a sharp jaw while his hands worked on removing the jade crown and their outer robes. His eyes were closed, his other senses heightened as he focused on every breath, every shiver that ran through the body underneath his. He allowed himself to inhale Chu Wan Ning in small increments, the sweet smell of haitang tickling the blood in his veins. He wanted to pamper the older man, make his first time feel so good, strip his defenses bare.
His Shizun only deserved the best, after all.
His Shizun, his Wan Ning - the fact that the feeling of love was mutual still struck Mo Ran more as a dream than reality. Not to mention, that he was allowed to make amendments in his new life. The knowledge, the guilt and the gratitude - broke through his haze, stopping whatever he was doing so he could crawl up and press their foreheads together.
The sudden clarity in Mo Ran’s eyes surprised Chu Wan Ning. Given the latter’s insecure disposition, he was left to wonder if his pheromones weren’t as strong as he thought they would be, that Mo Ran was able to take a break from his ministrations. Chu Wan Ning was torn between recalling the stories of alphas losing themselves in an omega’s scent, adding to his own belief that he was a broken man, and believing Mo Ran to be more sensible than the lot of them.
As if he could see the cogs in Chu Wan Ning’s head working unnecessarily overtime, Mo Ran nuzzled his nose, laying a gentle kiss on Chu Wan Ning’s swollen lips.
"Wan Ning is too pretty."
Chu Wan Ning blinked.
Mo Ran watched as the disbelief on Chu Wan Ning’s face turned into a glare. Those clear, phoenix eyes that could cut through glass, sometimes sharper than words and blades.
But Mo Ran wasn’t fooled; the pink lining Chu Wan Ning’s ears told everything.
Pursing his lips, Chu Wan Ning directed his glare at an object on his distant left. Unknowingly, this gave Mo Ran a perfect view of his neck, flushed from embarrassment and Mo Ran’s earlier affections. Collar messed up, a delicate shoulder peeked through. As sensual as the outline of Chu Wan Ning’s clavicle was, Mo Ran made a mental note to put some meat on his Shizun’s body in the future.
Mo Ran kissed the junction between Chu Wan Ning’s collarbones. "Pretty."
A weak slap on Mo Ran’s head. "Be quiet!"
"The most beautiful immortal-gege," Mo Ran purred teasingly, finally undoing Chu Wan Ning’s inner robes, lips nipping the soft skin of a pale belly. As he went lower, the intoxicating scent grew stronger, making Mo Ran’s heart race in excitement.
"Mo Ran!"
But Mo Ran paid no mind, continuing his journey past the protrusion of Chu Wan Ning’s hip bones, until he was nestled between Chu Wan Ning’s legs. His head reeled with the powerful punch of haitang. Chu Wan Ning’s inner thighs were painted with a copious amount of slick, some already dried up. Mo Ran dragged his tongue through the stickiness, cleaning up, leaving marks, always stopping a few inches short of Chu Wan Ning’s erection.
"Mo Weiyu, you..." Chu Wan Ning hissed. Even in the throes of his heat, he couldn’t bring himself to voice out his desires. Neither could he chase them, hips immobilised by Mo Ran’s steel grip. He could only bite down a gasp when he felt thumbs prying his lower cheeks apart, the hidden star throbbing at the first brush of cool air.
Then a careful tongue breached his inner walls, and Chu Wan Ning’s back flew off the bed in an arch, nearly tearing the sheets with him.
Mo Ran was like a dog, lapping up the slick, nuzzling his Shizun’s perineum as he inhaled the tantalising scent, nipped and sucked noisily. It overwhelmed his senses. It was as if Mo Ran was trying to compensate for all the times they had sex in his past life, when Ta Xian Jun wouldn’t have even dreamed of giving his own concubine such unbridled, unconditional pleasure.
The essence of Chu Wan Ning sat heavy on Mo Ran’s tongue, filled his lungs, an oasis that begged to be consumed until there was nothing left.
Chu Wan Ning was hugging and panting into a pillow on his side when he felt a firm digit swiping his entrance, before sinking in in one fell swoop, his lower body jolting from the intrusion. The finger thrusting in and out was gentle, coaxing his heat down from an unbearable flame to a more manageable ember. Mo Ran knew exactly when to add a second and third finger, pace never far from gentle.
Although it was Chu Wan Ning’s first time, three fingers could hardly be called a stretch, what with the amount of slick he was producing. Still, Mo Ran twisted his fingers, opened Chu Wan Ning up methodically until the older man grew impatient.
"How long - " Chu Wan Ning was cut off right as he started, the knuckles diving into him and rubbing his gland, causing his dick to spill a generous amount of precum, " - are you going to keep that up for...!"
Chu Wan Ning’s voice trailed off to a diminished whimper, Mo Ran strumming his insides in a way that made his body go weak. Any lesser man would have faltered, what with Mo Ran working Chu Wan Ning’s prostate mercilessly, pressure sometimes soft, sometimes hard.
When Chu Wan Ning came, Mo Ran almost missed the sob that escaped the negligible space between Chu Wan Ning’s face and the pillow. But it was there - continuous and muffled, Chu Wan Ning’s legs kicking out weakly as Mo Ran refused to pull out. The older man couldn’t even scold the other to stop, not trusting himself not to moan if he so much as opened his mouth.
It didn’t take long for Chu Wan Ning to reach his second dry orgasm. By then, the tremors traveled up to his shoulders, hand shooting out to wrap around Mo Ran’s wrist.
"Enough..."
A cry for mercy. One that made Mo Ran all too aware of his own cock straining in his pants. This time, he obliged, watching the gaping hole with dark eyes.
"Enough? Wan Ning wants me to stop?"
Teary eyes glared at him from behind the pillow. The pitiful sight aroused the sadist in Mo Ran, head reeling with ways to make the man below him beg.
He was close to making it come true.
Mo Ran caressed a tight buttock, lips smoothing over where his fingers pinched and massaged the skin.
"What does Wan Ning want me to do next?" he cooed. Never mind the floral musk that was slowly taking over the room in an invisible, thick fog - Mo Ran wanted to make sure that Chu Wan Ning still had his sense intact before he proceeded to fuck it out of him.
But Chu Wan Ning kept his lips stubbornly pursed, looking every bit the defiant child he had been as Xia Si Ni. He clung to his pillow like a lifeline. One last thread of sanity. His body, on the other hand, was more honest. Muscle fibres quivering with every subtle swipe against his hungry hole, gasping when Mo Ran gripped his aching cock, thumb collecting liquid pearls.
When finally, he couldn’t take it, Chu Wan Ning rolled over onto his stomach. Heat threatening to send him over the brink, the press of his cock between his stomach and the soft sheets nearly had him humping the bed, his dignity leaving him with every inch of space he allowed between his legs. The only comfort his current position provided was the fact he didn’t have to face Mo Ran.
But perhaps, had he seen the expression on Mo Ran’s face, tinged with the shadow of a past possession, watching as Chu Wan Ning reached a hand back to pull back a firm butt cheek, inviting, all his doubts about being unwanted, nonfunctional, would have evaporated into thin air.
The lewd sight of Chu Wan Ning, pleading with his body, puppeteered Mo Ran forward. When exactly he had gotten rid of his remaining clothes was a mystery, but one that hardly mattered given the current circumstances.
Chu Wan Ning felt hot. All those dreams of a slightly different Mo Ran, pounding him into a shared bed, growling in his ear about marking his skin and insides with white, hot cum. It all mingled in the heat of the moment, compressed into the kiss of Mo Ran’s tip against his lower mouth.
But then Mo Ran moved away, and Chu Wan Ning reached out in protest.
"Don’t!"
Mo Ran caught the extended hand in his, pecking the individual knuckles, feeling them twitch against his dry mouth. His eyes bore into Chu Wan Ning’s, watching the pink settle into the latter’s cheeks, the corners of a small mouth quivering with anticipation, begging to be kissed.
And so he did, turning Chu Wan Ning over to lie on his back. Capturing his Shizun’s lips, Mo Ran tasted sweetness akin to lotus paste. The older man’s movements were shy at best, clumsy at worst. But the evident inexperience only endeared Mo Ran further, all too happy to show his Shizun the pleasures of the human body.
As much as he enjoyed Mo Ran’s kisses, it was only a matter of time before Chu Wan Ning started becoming restless. The slightest brush of Mo Ran’s defined chest against his nipples prompted Chu Wan Ning to gasp into the kiss, hips stuttering without permission in an attempt to be united with Mo Ran.
But Mo Ran was just as stubborn as Chu Wan Ning, dawdling with soft, appreciative kisses down a slender neck.
Chu Wan Ning was about to go crazy.
He didn’t want soft. Not tonight. He wanted to be fucked into, to be used as a wet cocksleeve by the muscled figure above him. Watch as Mo Ran let loose, taking him until he wouldn’t be able to walk the next morning.
It didn’t matter that this was Chu Wan Ning’s biological constitution speaking.
What mattered most was that it was Mo Ran.
The name escaped Chu Wan Ning’s lips in a mewl, followed by his breaking point.
"Want, inside…"
Chu Wan Ning felt the twitch in Mo Ran’s shoulders, a sharp intake of breath. Past the point of caring, Chu Wan Ning’s heat emboldened him, hooking one leg over Mo Ran’s lower back, taking a stance of invitation.
It was like a thread of something had been snipped in Mo Ran, the spell lingering over his head broken as he tried to register that this was Chu Wan Ning begging. The unearthly Yuheng Elder, baring his heart and body to his disciple who could only wish to be half as worthy as a man deserving of him.
It was in that moment that Mo Ran understood - heat or not, Chu Wan Ning would eventually have chosen to submit himself to him.
A childish smugness crept up Mo Ran’s chest.
Take that, Ta Xian Jun.
Chu Wan Ning’s eyes flew open at the first breach, hand flying up to his mouth on instinct as his inner walls clenched and relaxed to accommodate the sudden girth. Mo Ran groaned into his ear, and it took all of Chu Wan Ning’s willpower not to mirror the sound.
"Wan Ning, you feel so good..."
A sob threatened to escape Chu Wan Ning’s mouth, Mo Ran finally bottoming out after what had felt like an eternity. The stretch was frightening, yet there was hardly any pain, only discomfort, much milder than expected. Through the haze in his mind, Chu Wan Ning registered little kisses on the side of his face, Mo Ran whispering praises and proclamations of love against his temple.
Then Mo Ran gave a shallow thrust, and Chu Wan Ning’s leg fell onto his side, moan stoppered just in time by the bite of his tongue.
It felt so, so good.
It was as if the fire in Chu Wan Ning was being tamed, tapering down to a warmth that amplified the pleasure rather than fight it. Waist pliant, spine tingling with every deep stroke of Mo Ran’s cock.
In the back of his mind, Chu Wan Ning knew he could never go back to the way he used to be.
Still, he couldn’t bring himself to surrender completely. He hadn’t even realised that his eyes were closed, teeth clamping down on the skin of his bicep until he felt a calloused thumb brushing his lips, prodding them apart.
The thumb was soon replaced by a coaxing tongue, Mo Ran moaning into Chu Wan Ning’s mouth as he ground their hips together, Chu Wan Ning’s rectal walls rippling against his cock. Lush lips trembling like haitang blossoms in the wind, shyly parting for Mo Ran.
The hands on Chu Wan Ning’s hips journeyed down his thighs to the back of his knees, pushing them upwards until he was folded in half, calves resting on Mo Ran’s shoulders. The angle allowed Mo Ran to sink into his Shizun even deeper, the friction wet and delicious.
With every thrust, every kiss, their combined scents grew stronger, spurring Mo Ran on, who started driving his hips harder, faster, leaving Chu Wan Ning to take, take, take and take it. The pace animalistic, Chu Wan Ning could feel his pelvis go numb with pleasure, escalating when the hands scouring his torso felt around his chest, pinching and tugging his hardened nipples.
Chu Wan Ning was nearing the edge. Breaking the kiss, he gasped for air, knuckles going white with how hard he was gripping the sheets.
Then Mo Ran leaned back, buttocks perched on the soles of his feet, hugging Chu Wan Ning’s legs. He nibbled on a smooth calf as he rammed in, Chu Wan Ning’s hips lifting unintentionally from the force.
The shift in angle resulted in Mo Ran’s cock hitting Chu Wan Ning’s sweet spot, dead-on. Gasping, Chu Wan Ning was burned anew by the heat of his lust, spreading like a forest fire through his body. He was no longer able to hold his moans in, nor could he bring himself to care. How he looked to Mo Ran - mouth slack, brow furrowed, grasping his pillow in a death grip in a futile attempt to ground himself.
This was what it felt like to be embraced by an alpha. To lose himself to a constitution he had once deemed cursed.
To lose himself to Mo Ran.
His lovely disciple, who had gazed upon him with beautiful, hopeful eyes on their first meeting. Had called him pretty and gentle, taken his hand and his heart.
Underneath the embarrassment of being called such endearing adjectives at his age, was a bashful happiness that blossomed in Chu Wan Ning’s heart, on his tongue, as Mo Ran continued to whisper them in his ear, voice an octave lower than that of the child he had once been. His gaze was no less loving, though it now carried a heat that fanned the flames in the pit of Chu Wan Ning’s stomach every time he called out to him, touched him.
"Shizun," Mo Ran gasped, bending down to fold Chu Wan Ning in half once more, pace growing more erratic, "You feel so good. Ahh, you’re perfect. You take me in so well."
Chu Wan Ning was close. The pleasure crested to terrifying heights, and he wondered if his body had always been this debauched, or if it was normal for other omegas, too. Or perhaps, his disciple was just that good.
"Mo Ran, I’m - "
"Close?" Mo Ran offered when a particularly hard thrust stopped Chu Wan Ning from finishing his sentence. "It’s okay. Let go, I’m here," he cooed, coaxing Chu Wan Ning’s lips open once more in a deep kiss.
So close to the brink, Chu Wan Ning’s sensitivity doubled, tripled, until the mere addition of Mo Ran’s fingers to his nipples had him clenching down on Mo Ran’s cock, the evidence clear in the squelching sounds of their love-making.
Mo Ran groaned at the tightness. "Baobei, you’re so wet, so good for me." He could feel it in Chu Wan Ning’s tense biceps, his tight core, the way his calves quivered on Mo Ran’s shoulders.
His Shizun was close.
A habit from the past, Mo Ran bent down to brush his lips against Chu Wan Ning’s ear. One of Chu Wan Ning’s erogenous zones, a telltale sign of how much he was feeling it. Even in this life, nothing changed, a nibble here and there earning Mo Ran sweet whimpers, breaking into a sob when Mo Ran pushed his tongue in in perfect timing with his cock.
"Love you, love you…" Mo Ran breathed, eyelids fluttering as Chu Wan Ning’s scent made his head spin, senses in disarray. "Wan Ning, baobei, come for me?" It was hardly a request as much as it was a demand, Mo Ran burying himself in the depths of Chu Wan Ning’s insides, grinding in circles so that Chu Wan Ning’s sweet spot was constantly stimulated.
Chu Wan Ning’s entire body shook with his orgasm, tears gathering in his eyes as the sensations wrecked his nerve endings, set them on fire. Mo Ran smoothed his hands down the back of Chu Wan Ning’s legs, making sure that his Shizun’s calves wouldn’t cramp with how hard he was shaking.
" - Ran… Mo Ran - "
Is it supposed to feel this good?
"I’m here," Mo Ran gasped, the walls clamping down on his cock testing his limit. But he held out, focusing on making Chu Wan Ning come as he stuttered his hips against that one spot. "I’m here."
"Ahh, ahh." The whimpers leaving Chu Wan Ning’s mouth were more breath than sound, hands feeling up Mo Ran’s arms and shoulders, something to hold on to. His head was finally starting to clear, fighting his heat no longer an effort.
They spent the next few minutes in each other’s embrace, Mo Ran cradling Chu Wan Ning down from his first high. Laying kiss after kiss all over Chu Wan Ning’s face, straightening his legs and massaging the sensation back into them.
The cooldown didn’t last long. Their hands never stopped roaming, lips never parting for more than a few seconds. Both still erect, especially Mo Ran who remained sheathed within Chu Wan Ning, grunting every time a shift in angle resulted in Chu Wan Ning squeezing him.
With great reluctance, Mo Ran pulled out after a few minutes, much to the older man’s chagrin. However, when Chu Wan Ning found himself flipped onto his stomach, the heat quickly returned to his cheeks. Shamelessly, his trapped erection twitched against his stomach.
It was as if his body was craving for more now that it had gotten a taste.
"Baobei, let’s do it like this," Mo Ran purred, words pressed into the skin of Chu Wan Ning’s nape.
Chu Wan Ning stuffed his face into his pillow, wishing to be swallowed whole, ignoring his heart racing in anticipation.
"...Whatever..."
Wisps of breath down the length of Chu Wan Ning’s spine, a kiss at the end of his tailbone. "What was that?"
Chu Wan Ning lifted his head just enough to glare at Mo Ran, whose heart throbbed at the adorable sight.
"I said, do whatever you want!" Chu Wan Ning snapped, haughty and desperate. His heat was catching up again, licking at his belly with an itch that demanded to be satisfied.
Of course, who better to do the job than Mo Ran?
They went at it like animals, Mo Ran with his boundless stamina, Chu Wan Ning with his treacherous hormones. Hips slightly elevated, Chu Wan Ning’s legs were kept apart by Mo Ran’s knees as he took the pounding like a bitch in heat. The pace was punishing, as if Mo Ran was on a mission to make sure that Chu Wan Ning wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.
Chu Wan Ning wouldn’t have it any other way.
The pillow was doing a frail job at muting Chu Wan Ning’s cries, but Mo Ran let his Shizun keep it anyway for the sake of his dignity. One hand holding Chu Wan Ning’s hips in place, the other ran down the outline of Chu Wan Ning’s ribcage, occasionally creeping forward to tug at a sensitive nub.
"Shizun, if I put a baby in you, will these grow bigger?"
Chu Wan Ning’s body reacted to the words before his mind could fully comprehend them, tightening around Mo Ran, drawing a breathless laugh from him.
"Does Wan Ning like the idea?" Mo Ran asked, not even giving his Shizun a chance to respond. He had asked the forbidden question in a calm and collected manner, a far contrast to the grunts and groans that ripped their way out of his throat whenever Chu Wan Ning sucked him back in.
He couldn’t resist teasing those visceral reactions out of Chu Wan Ning.
"I’ll take care of you both," Mo Ran declared, draping his weight over Chu Wan Ning’s back, kissing down the side of Chu Wan Ning’s neck. "And when this fills up," voice dropping lower, hand coming round to caress Chu Wan Ning’s chest, "I’ll take care of it too."
Chu Wan Ning’s shoulders started to tremble. "Mo Ran - "
"Drink from you," Mo Ran mumbled, pinching a soft peak and feeling Chu Wan Ning’s hips jump back, "Shizun will have two babies to feed."
"Mo Ran!" There was no bite to Chu Wan Ning’s rebuke, not when his voice trailed off to a high-pitched moan seconds after. Back arched, toes curling as Mo Ran fucked him through his second orgasm of the night. Chu Wan Ning’s body was a traitor to itself, images of Mo Ran staring up at him with his mouth latched on a swollen breast, flooding his brain.
It really was unfair, how his self-control, the defenses and walls of the renowned Yuheng Elder, crumbled so easily in the face of such carnal desires.
Mo Ran took him against the wall next, Chu Wan Ning standing on shaky legs as Mo Ran rubbed the length of his cock along the wet cavern, reddened and sensitive from the evening.
"Go on."
He really - Chu Wan Ning couldn’t -
But his heat, an insatiable thirst, left him no other option. Reaching back, Chu Wan Ning bit his lip as he wrapped his hand around the large cock for the first time. It was hot and heavy in his palm. He tried not to think about his drying slick coating the member, or its bulging veins.
Mo Ran, on the other hand, was close to short-circuiting at the sight in front of him. His Shizun, bent at a right angle, slowly pushing back, sinking down on Mo Ran’s cock. The image was one he had only ever dreamt of.
"Wan Ning..." he moaned, low and guttural as Chu Wan Ning’s buttocks finally pressed flush against Mo Ran’s pelvis.
Chu Wan Ning could feel Mo Ran in his stomach, marveling at the fullness. He waited for Mo Ran to move, but when a minute of inactivity passed, his legs started shifting impatiently.
"...Why… aren’t you..." Chu Wan Ning started, unable to keep the whine out of his voice. Large hands palmed his cheeks, massaging the flesh. Other than that, Mo Ran remained stationary.
"Shizun, I feel a little tired," Mo Ran lied through his teeth, eyeing where they were connected, Chu Wan Ning stretched to the brim around him, "Why don’t you start this time?"
Chu Wan Ning had half a mind to whip out Tianwen.
Insolent brat!
Mo Ran wanted - He wanted Chu Wan Ning to -
To fuck himself on Mo Ran, to use his disciple’s cock like some toy -
He shivered at the thought, unconsciously bearing down on Mo Ran even tighter.
"Shizun," Mo Ran coaxed, moving in torturing little circles, "Pamper me, will you? Aren’t I your favourite disciple?"
Cursing Mo Ran for bringing up their formal relationship, Chu Wan Ning barely managed to get out, "I don’t play - ahh!"
"You don’t play favourites?" Mo Ran said coolly, as if he wasn’t caressing every inch of Chu Wan Ning’s insides. "But I don’t think any of them can fuck you like I do." He drove his point home with his cock - hard and brutal.
Leaning forward to frame Chu Wan Ning’s head, Mo Ran peppered kisses along Chu Wan Ning’s shoulders, up to a vulnerable ear. He’d stopped moving, waiting for his beloved to give in.
"Baobei, take care of me too…"
Chu Wan Ning mewled as Mo Ran teethed a flushed earlobe, suckled the soft flesh. The last straw was broken. Mo Ran was too attuned to his Shizun’s heart and body, knew exactly how to make Chu Wan Ning lose all sense.
From the start, Chu Wan Ning’s defeat had been inevitable.
Bemoaning his eternal weak spot for Mo Ran, Chu Wan Ning shakily dragged himself off the length, until only the fat tip was nestled in him. His body had abandoned all restraint, uncaring for anything but to cling to Mo Ran.
It couldn’t be helped. There was no record of any omega who had been able to resist their first heat.
In the recesses of his mind, a small voice taunted Chu Wan Ning, sneering that it was just an excuse.
He kept the voice at bay by focusing on the task at hand. Sliding himself back and forth on Mo Ran’s cock, speeding up by the minute, unable to fight the building heat. The grunts and calls of his name by his ear only fueled Chu Wan Ning.
"...G-Good...?"
The question took Mo Ran by surprise. Uttered in an almost negligible whisper, if not for the fact that a pair of phoenix eyes, glazed with tears, were waiting in anticipation for an answer.
The realisation that Chu Wan Ning wanted to please him as much as Mo Ran did made his heart melt.
"Mhm, very good," Mo Ran mumbled, hiding a silly grin in Chu Wan Ning’s neck, tightening his hold on him. "The best, my amazing baobei."
Chu Wan Ning’s cheeks burned at the overkill, but he parted his lips nonetheless for Mo Ran. Tongue shyly fiddling with the other’s, clumsy but enthusiastic. Moans mingling as Mo Ran finally took over, immobilising Chu Wan Ning’s hips with his unforgiving pace.
Encased in Mo Ran’s arms, Chu Wan Ning felt himself slowly becoming weak. His breath was steadily stolen, unable to hold in his whines as Mo Ran pinched and rubbed his nipples, body at the mercy of his virile alpha.
Chu Wan Ning blushed at the thought.
My alpha.
Had he been thinking with his head rather than his dick (and ass), Chu Wan Ning would have reprimanded himself. He was no better than those other omegas who led their lives with only finding their mate in mind!
As it was, Chu Wan Ning was too immersed in drowning in pleasure to be concerned with dignity and the like.
"Close," Mo Ran groaned, "Wan Ning, you feel too good." He seemed to speed up, if that was even possible.
Chu Wan Ning’s breath caught in his throat, words punched out in broken pieces. "Don’t… out… come…"
"Shh, it’s okay, I’ll pull out," Mo Ran reassured, only for Chu Wan Ning to frantically shake his head in response. The latter could barely get his words out over his own pants and moans, but his hips spoke for him, grinding back desperately.
The image itself was the epitome of sin.
"Wan Ning," Mo Ran croaked, hips stuttering to a stop when the realisation dawned on him, "You’re not - I mean - "
Chu Wan Ning clung to his arms. Upon realising what it was he was asking for exactly, a deep red settled in his cheeks. He started backtracking, "I-If you don’t want - "
"I do!" Mo Ran blurted out, practically cocooning the other. He was back to being the insecure little disciple in front of Chu Wan Ning, heart thundering in his chest like the time he had unwittingly plucked that rare flower for his Shizun. "But… will Shizun be okay…?"
Mo Ran would be lying if he said he didn’t share Ta Xian Jun’s desire to bond with Chu Wan Ning, possess him whole. But in the past, all of Chu Wan Ning’s heats had been artificially induced - there’d been no way for him to carry.
This life, Mo Ran wasn’t sure how different things were, but that didn’t matter. He had meant it as a passing mention; above all, his priority was still his Shizun’s well-being and comfort.
Sensing his beloved’s turmoil, Chu Wan Ning rested his head on Mo Ran’s shoulder. He nuzzled Mo Ran’s neck, soaking in the musk. A seemingly innocent gesture, yet the arch of his spine, the subtle press of his hips against Mo Ran’s, were anything but.
An invitation.
"You said… you’d take care of us."
Mo Ran had to bite his tongue not to come there and then.
All senses were abandoned. Mo Ran’s hands stroked, rubbed all over, while his lower body was occupied with sending Chu Wan Ning over the edge. He pistoned in and out of the wet cavern, the room filled with the lewd sounds of his hips slapping Chu Wan Ning’s buttocks. No mouth of Chu Wan Ning’s was spared, Mo Ran gnawing at his lips like a rabid dog, the telltale signs of canines appearing.
A growl was the only warning Chu Wan Ning got before Mo Ran gave one last, hard thrust, coating his walls white. He sunk his teeth at the same time, right on the meat of Chu Wan Ning’s shoulder. One hand holding Chu Wan Ning’s neck still, the other gripping and pumping his weeping cock.
"Ahh - " Chu Wan Ning felt the base of Mo Ran’s expand with blood, stretching him beyond what he had thought was possible. Pain mixed with pleasure. Chu Wan Ning’s cock reacted to the bonding by spurting out ribbons of cum, landing all over the walls and on Mo Ran’s hand. His backside gushing with slick, perhaps dripping if not for Mo Ran’s knot plugging him full.
So big.
At the very least, Chu Wan Ning was sure he wasn’t bleeding. Mo Ran stayed as still as he possibly could, holding Chu Wan Ning close and cleaning up the wound. He had only one thought as he lapped the skin, blood and sweat clearing to reveal a distinct bite mark: mine.
It was half an hour later, when Mo Ran had come enough times in Chu Wan Ning to safely pull out, that they finally retreated for the night. Mo Ran made sure to clean them both up, even going back down to reception to request some ointment. Sure, he still smelled of sex and the poor receptionist could barely look him in the eye, but at least Chu Wan Ning would wake up significantly less sore the next morning.
After playing the role of caring alpha, Mo Ran settled back into bed, pampering his Shizun with kisses, showering him with praises about how good , how beautiful he was.
"Baobei, aren’t you forgetting something?"
Too sleepy to function, Chu Wan Ning assumed Mo Ran was talking about a goodnight kiss.
Surprised by the bold gesture, Mo Ran broke into laughter. "Not that!"
Chu Wan Ning frowned, not appreciating being made fun of in the midst of feeling boneless. He looked every bit the grumpy cat he was, and snapped, "Out with it!"
In the dim lights, a sliver of a dimple peeked out. Instead of responding with words, Mo Ran edged closer, cradling the back of Chu Wan Ning’s head closer to his neck. It wasn’t until Chu Wan Ning’s lips brushed skin did he realise the meaning behind Mo Ran’s actions.
Eyes snapping open, he shoved himself off of Mo Ran, staring at the younger man incredulously.
Mo Ran, however, was unfazed by the reaction, only taking one of Chu Wan Ning’s hands in his, bringing it up to his lips.
"Please?"
For the nth time that night, Chu Wan Ning’s heart pounded at the speed of a hunting wolf, head going dizzy with blood. To an omega, being bonded to one alpha was to be expected - in fact, it was the only acceptable path for someone like Chu Wan Ning. But such standards didn’t exist for Mo Ran, never had - which meant that it was all too common for an alpha to have a harem of omegas, as long as the alpha themselves was not bonded.
Chu Wan Ning did not doubt Mo Ran’s loyalty. But he had never thought to ask for more, to become life mates.
Chu Wan Ning was all too transparent, the look of anguish on his face telling. Inching closer, Mo Ran drew him into a hug, pressing a kiss to Chu Wan Ning’s temple, his cheek, the corner of a trembling mouth, and finally the bond mark.
"It has always been you."
In his past life, as Ta Xian Jun.
In the now, as Mo-zongshi.
And the many, many lives to come.
So Shizun, let’s reincarnate together.
That night, in a humble inn bearing the weight of the downpour, two figures, carrying each other’s bond mark, fell asleep to the sound of rain, and each other’s heartbeat.