Once Mo Ran sends off the message to Tomoe, he tosses his phone on the bed, following it down a second later, landing with a thump on his back as the mattress sinks slightly beneath his weight. "Too soft," he grumbles, pouting. "I'll have to make do, I suppose."
He reaches up to take his hair out of the high ponytail he wears it in, running his fingers through it, finger combing it. The wait is going to make him impatient, fueled with energy. The entire thing is a terrible idea, Mo Ran knows, starting with the fact that this guy knows more about him than he'd like. But it means sex, especially the perverse, dirty kind of sex he enjoys, the sort he wants to do to Chu Wanning but can't— respect him, cherish him— and Mo Ran's not stupid enough to refuse. Or rather, he might be stupid enough to accept, to keep going with this, to fuck someone who offered to pretend to be his teacher.
Perhaps it'll be closer to fucking his fellow disciple, the beautiful, gentle Shi Mei, who he also couldn't do these sorts of things with, too pure for his base desires. Most of the people he has slept with have been some approximation of him, beautiful and soft, especially when he thought he loved the other man. Sublimating his desires for Shi Mei had been perfectly acceptable, but not—
That train of thought leads to danger, Mo Ran knows. He's never been good at being in his head without letting the thoughts overtake him. Better to focus on the present. Which means making himself presentable for a tryst. If his partner for the evening is going to show up freshly showered, then he can do the same thing. With a groan, he rolls off the bed, stripping off his shirt as he heads to the shower.
He leaves the door unlocked, just in case his partner for the evening shows up while he's bathing.
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Once Mo Ran sends off the message to Tomoe, he tosses his phone on the bed, following it down a second later, landing with a thump on his back as the mattress sinks slightly beneath his weight. "Too soft," he grumbles, pouting. "I'll have to make do, I suppose."
He reaches up to take his hair out of the high ponytail he wears it in, running his fingers through it, finger combing it. The wait is going to make him impatient, fueled with energy. The entire thing is a terrible idea, Mo Ran knows, starting with the fact that this guy knows more about him than he'd like. But it means sex, especially the perverse, dirty kind of sex he enjoys, the sort he wants to do to Chu Wanning but can't— respect him, cherish him— and Mo Ran's not stupid enough to refuse. Or rather, he might be stupid enough to accept, to keep going with this, to fuck someone who offered to pretend to be his teacher.
Perhaps it'll be closer to fucking his fellow disciple, the beautiful, gentle Shi Mei, who he also couldn't do these sorts of things with, too pure for his base desires. Most of the people he has slept with have been some approximation of him, beautiful and soft, especially when he thought he loved the other man. Sublimating his desires for Shi Mei had been perfectly acceptable, but not—
That train of thought leads to danger, Mo Ran knows. He's never been good at being in his head without letting the thoughts overtake him. Better to focus on the present. Which means making himself presentable for a tryst. If his partner for the evening is going to show up freshly showered, then he can do the same thing. With a groan, he rolls off the bed, stripping off his shirt as he heads to the shower.
He leaves the door unlocked, just in case his partner for the evening shows up while he's bathing.