"Your office?" Mo Ran exclaims, scowling at his teacher. "That's going to take the entire afternoon and evening." He makes an annoyed sound in the back of his throat. "Fine, whatever. Can we just get this one over with?" Before he keeps adding more and more items to his already long list of past and current infractions and their attendant punishments.
At least Monday isn't a practice day, so he doesn't have to try to scramble, clean the office, and then rush back after practice. He's seen the state of Chu Wanning's desk and glimpsed his office; he can only imagine how much work it'll be, and for what? So Chu Wanning can mess it all up once again?
He's still ruminating on that when his teacher says that, those words shocking Mo Ran to his very core, eyes going wide. "Who would be waiting for you?" he demands, almost belligerent. Not that it's impossible— but it's impossible. Chu Wanning is beautiful, but as far as he knows, no one has ever dared approach him. He's never shown interest in anyone before. Has there been something he's missed all these years? Who would even dare?
It isn't until his teacher is leaning over him, dragging his bag away, that Mo Ran snaps back to reality, yelping and trying to reach for his book bag. It's just too late; already, the bag is in Chu Wanning's hands, his obvious erection straining his pants. Mo Ran isn't ashamed of his dick, far too invested in seeking pleasure where he can, but that doesn't mean he wants his teacher to find out that he's hard. Even trying to rationalize it away in his head doesn't quite work, not with that scent surrounding him, Chu Wanning leaning over him.
Mo Ran hunches forward, grabbing the paper, hoping Chu Wanning didn't actually look down at his lap. Why would he, even? He has someone waiting for him. Someone who isn't Mo Ran. Fiddling with the calligraphy brush, he glares at the paper in front of him. "How many times?" he demands, trying to focus on the assignment and not sound like a surly idiot. How many times does he need to write it out, is what he means on the surface, but there's a hidden question in that, one Mo Ran can't articulate. How many times has his teacher gone on a date? Had someone waiting for him? Had sex with someone else?
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At least Monday isn't a practice day, so he doesn't have to try to scramble, clean the office, and then rush back after practice. He's seen the state of Chu Wanning's desk and glimpsed his office; he can only imagine how much work it'll be, and for what? So Chu Wanning can mess it all up once again?
He's still ruminating on that when his teacher says that, those words shocking Mo Ran to his very core, eyes going wide. "Who would be waiting for you?" he demands, almost belligerent. Not that it's impossible— but it's impossible. Chu Wanning is beautiful, but as far as he knows, no one has ever dared approach him. He's never shown interest in anyone before. Has there been something he's missed all these years? Who would even dare?
It isn't until his teacher is leaning over him, dragging his bag away, that Mo Ran snaps back to reality, yelping and trying to reach for his book bag. It's just too late; already, the bag is in Chu Wanning's hands, his obvious erection straining his pants. Mo Ran isn't ashamed of his dick, far too invested in seeking pleasure where he can, but that doesn't mean he wants his teacher to find out that he's hard. Even trying to rationalize it away in his head doesn't quite work, not with that scent surrounding him, Chu Wanning leaning over him.
Mo Ran hunches forward, grabbing the paper, hoping Chu Wanning didn't actually look down at his lap. Why would he, even? He has someone waiting for him. Someone who isn't Mo Ran. Fiddling with the calligraphy brush, he glares at the paper in front of him. "How many times?" he demands, trying to focus on the assignment and not sound like a surly idiot. How many times does he need to write it out, is what he means on the surface, but there's a hidden question in that, one Mo Ran can't articulate. How many times has his teacher gone on a date? Had someone waiting for him? Had sex with someone else?