Archive of Our Own

On the thirteenth floor of a large mirrored glass building, there reigned the absolute silence of an office where even the sound of the keyboard seemed calculated. Among rows of precisely organized desks, a glass room stood out in the minimalist center, impeccable, almost intimidating, and inside it was Chu Wanning.

Head of the strategic analysis department, Chu Wanning was known for his inflexible efficiency. He commanded meetings with mathematical precision, dismantled reports accurately, and rarely directed more than two consecutive words to anyone who was not his direct superior. Despite his good looks, it was difficult for his colleagues to approach him for fear of being reprimanded by his phoenix-like eyes.

New employees bet on how many seconds they could sustain his gaze before looking away. The older ones already knew: it wasn't worth trying. Some brave and stubborn ones would insist because of his good looks.

Chu Wanning was always impeccable. His suits were as pure white as snow, his posture perfect, and his expression often empty and focused. Those phoenix eyes carried golden irises, bright and hypnotic, which harmonized softly with his sword-shaped eyebrows. His lips, rosy and slightly full, contrasted with his small and elegant nose. His long black hair flowed like ink, almost always tied in a high and precise ponytail.

The few brave ones who approached him because of his beauty soon realized how difficult it was to strike up a conversation with the businessman. The conversations almost always followed the same pattern:

"Hello! How is your day going, Mr. Chu?"

"Mn. Good. Have you finished the report I sent you?"

And from there, the dialogue was inevitably dragged into work topics. It was as if the employees' energy was slowly drained until they retreated. Chu Wanning didn't quite understand why he couldn't make friends in the corporate environment. His longest conversations were with the company owner, Xue Zhengyong, a long-time friend... or, at least, the closest he could consider as a "friend."

Xue Zhengyong was auspicious and good-humored, and his sunny personality seemed immune to Chu Wanning's cold and intimidating air, who always delivered impeccable results. Sometimes, Chu wondered if the problem was his rigid and ugly appearance... or perhaps his naturally impatient temperament?

In the end, he preferred not to think too much about it. He knew that the moment he started reflecting on being excluded and perhaps even hated, he would end up being dragged into a whirlpool of emotions from which he couldn't escape. This kind of treatment was nothing new to the older man who had to live this way since his youth. Without friends, without company, and without relationships.

It was often common to arrive at the cafeteria and see glances avert, smiles fade, and the chairs around him remain empty. It was no wonder there was an isolated space in the company's dining area: a bench that, even at peak hours, was always occupied only by him. It was his place by right. Other times, he didn't even bother going there; he simply took his food to his own office, where he continued working non-stop.

On other occasions, if he approached a group of colleagues to discuss a specific matter, his mere presence was enough to silence conversations as if a cold cloud had descended over the environment. He was lonely, he knew that. But, as always, he swallowed it all in silence, adjusted his tie, and returned to work.

That Friday morning, the environment was the same as always, the soft hum of the air conditioning, the uniform glow of the white lights, and the methodical silence that enveloped every corner of the office. But inside the glass room at the end of the corridor, something was out of the ordinary.

Chu Wanning remained motionless in front of the computer, his golden eyes fixed on the screen with an unusual intensity. He blinked slowly, making his long eyelashes flutter almost as if his gaze was too intense for that small machine. On the tip of his nose slid a thin pair of gray-rimmed glasses, and his cheeks had a slight, barely noticeable rosy color.

In front of him, there was neither an urgent report nor a delicate contract demanding his attention. In fact, his long, pale fingers drummed nervously against the desk, betraying the anxiety that tightened in his stomach. It was a knot that twisted more and more, almost as if it were wringing the air from his lungs. With his pupils dilating from the stress of his body, minute by minute, he directed his gaze toward the clock.

The clock marked the minutes in a slow pace, a sound that became agony as it moved its hands, and what truly caused him so much anxiety was a purple pre-sale page reflected in his fixed gaze. Sweat was already on the palms of his hands; he rubbed them against the fine fabric of his pants, trying to calm his heart, which seemed to want to leap out of his ribs with each beat.

The countdown on the page was reaching its final minutes, and each second seemed to weigh more than the last. The screen in front of Chu Wanning flickered in a frenetic rhythm, as if mocking his impatience. He knew, today was the day. The day he would finally have the chance to attend his idol's live show, something he had been waiting for with almost unbearable anxiety.

Inside his isolated office, however, no one imagined the agony that gripped him. The environment was immersed in a cold silence, as always, with the employees outside too busy with their own reports and tasks to notice their boss's internal struggle. But if they knew what he was hiding, if they only knew a little more about the man behind the impassive facade, perhaps they would begin to realize what was really happening in that impeccably arranged office, in that untouched semblance. They would discover that Chu Wanning was not just the feared head of strategic analysis, but he was, in fact, a fervent fanboy.

He was obsessed with Mo Ran. A globally extremely famous Chinese idol, a young pop icon, with his husky voice and unbeatable charisma. Chu Wanning knew the lyrics to all the songs, watched the behind-the-scenes videos, and when the last album was released, he was one of the first to buy it, hiding the shiny cover in a drawer of his desk, as if it were a secret collection. He owned t-shirts, accessories, even glow sticks, and those little details that, to anyone, would seem like trivial behavior, but to him were the only source of genuine excitement in his life.

His obsession with Mo Ran had become almost uncontrollable, a silent force that consumed him in a way he barely understood. The intensity of his adoration reached the point where he even created a fan page on Weibo, dedicated exclusively to his favorite idol. It was a simple, almost anonymous page, where he shared every new release, every achievement of Mo Ran, following the idol's journey with the great dedication of someone who saw himself reflected in the lyrics and images of that young artist.

One day, something incredible happened: Mo Ran himself noticed his fan page. He left a thank-you message, a gesture so simple, but for Chu Wanning, it was a precious gift, a confirmation of the affection he secretly dedicated to the one who now dominated his thoughts.

His passion intensified even more. At night, before falling asleep, he found himself dreaming of Mo Ran, a vivid scenario so real that it left him with a tight chest upon waking. It was in these dreams that Chu Wanning discovered himself, not fully understanding the feelings he felt, until, little by little, reality presented itself in an unusual way: he was gay. He had never allowed himself to explore these issues, never allowed himself to like anyone other than Mo Ran, no matter how silly it sounded.

The truth was that Chu Wanning had never had a real relationship. His social life was limited, his interactions with others usually restricted to work. People feared approaching him, and he believed his poor appearance and icy temperament were sufficient reasons to drive anyone away. His self-esteem was flawed, and with each day he lived his adult life, he felt more despicable in the eyes of others and his own.

It was by chance that he met Mo Ran, in a way so simple it seemed almost trivial, but which ended up triggering a whirlwind of feelings. It all started when one of the company's employees left her speaker on in the cafeteria. The music playing was somewhat bubblegum, too lively for the serious work environment. She was so excited about the music to show her other colleague that she barely noticed Chu Wanning's presence until he, with his habit of correcting any behavioral deviation in the corporate environment, approached and turned off the device.

What she didn't expect was that, upon doing so, he would ask, in an almost indifferent tone, "Who is singing?" The employee, surprised, couldn't help but get excited.

Her eyes sparkled as she spoke of Mo Ran, a name she mentioned with such affection, and soon she began to talk about his debut. At the time, Mo Ran was still small, a rising idol, and used the name Taxian Jun as part of his band, before achieving solo fame. It was a somewhat dark time for his career, where he had been accused of crimes that were later discovered to be lies. In fact, the company sponsoring the band was quite abusive, and all the major idols split for solo careers.

At the time when Chu Wanning heard her pour out her love, he didn't say much, just listened in silence. The girl who had played the music continued to talk, while her friend tried to get her to stop, apologizing every five seconds for fear of her boss's cold stare.

When Chu Wanning finished listening, his only comment sounded almost automatic: "It's improper to play loud music like this." The employee, clearly disappointed by the lack of enthusiasm, was left speechless and left after a while with her friend, but that moment was enough to ignite a flame within Chu Wanning.

Upon arriving home, curiosity took over him. He sat in front of the computer, searched for Mo Ran, and upon hearing his voice for the first time, something deep in his chest ignited like fire. The sensation was indescribable. It was as if a part of him, which he had never known existed, had been awakened. What he saw and heard at that moment was not just music; it was a connection. Mo Ran, with his deep and husky voice, had touched a part of Chu Wanning that he had never imagined being capable of feeling.

From that day on, Mo Ran began to inhabit all of Chu Wanning's thoughts, whether during work, in the rare moments of pause, or even in the silent instants before falling asleep. As he learned more about the idol, he couldn't help but reflect on his stunning appearance: the bronzed skin that always seemed kissed by the sun, the eyes of a deep purple, almost dreamlike, which sparkled like amethyst. There was something hypnotic in the corners of his red lips that naturally curved upwards, with the tips slightly upturned, as if he were always on the verge of smiling. And when he truly smiled... the deep dimples in his cheeks, the perfectly aligned teeth, and yes, with slightly longer canines, which gave a fierce charm to his beauty. He had a sculpted body with well-defined muscles, always highlighted by the bold clothes he wore on stage or on social media, giving him a youthful air. Also... there were rumors that Mo Ran's dick was quite huge.

These persistent rumors from the times when Mo Ran was still known as Taxian Jun. Backstage gossip said he was freer than he showed in front of the cameras, that he went out a lot to have sex in escapades with his fans, and, they say, especially with men. Over time, these stories disappeared, swallowed by Mo Ran's new public image. But Chu Wanning did not forget. How could he? Each rumor, each insinuation, carved itself into his mind like a sharp knife. And the worst was the jealousy. A jealousy as irrational as it was bitter, which gnawed at him from within.

Every time he thought of Mo Ran with someone else, a fury struck him, leaving his muscles almost numb. It was inevitable that this didn't leave him with a bitter taste, and sometimes he thought, "I wish it were me..."

But these words shamed him. Because, at the time of the rumors, Mo Ran was still a teenager. Just a boy, and Chu Wanning... was already an adult man, educated, lonely, and too rigid to allow himself such thoughts. It was wrong, he knew that. He felt dirty, unworthy, corrupted inside, but the more he tried to repress it, the more this feeling mixed with his obsession.

But this dirtiness became even worse, because since that time until the present day, he had bought fan items from the internet, which were illegally licensed just for fan fun, and among these items were more... intimate objects. Replicas of suggestive accessories, sold by sites, that mimicked what would be "the experience" of being with Mo Ran and experiencing his thick 20-centimeter penis.

When the package arrived, discreet and unmarked, Chu Wanning hesitated for long minutes before opening it. The truth was that he had spent the week dying of fear thinking about it, with his mind hammering all kinds of bad possibilities. In which the special dildo could arrive in too explicit a manner... and if it did, how would he face the deliveryman? Or if by some mistake it was sent to the office where he worked? What would others think of him?

In the end, the package was quite discreet and none of these crazy possibilities happened.

The older man's hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from anticipation, mixed with shame. Chu Wanning was eager to test it, while there was a pang of guilt in his heart. At the moment he finally opened it and saw:

Inside, lay the object: a shiny, excessively long piece resembling a dildo, tinged with a translucent purple hue that mimicked the light sticks used in idol shows. The imitation was the same as a glow stick that seemed to be made of plastic representing Mo Ran's idol colors. Apparently harmless, almost comical, but Chu Wanning felt a weight in his stomach upon seeing it. It was too big... he didn't expect the size to be so grotesque.

He hid it under the bed, without the courage to even touch it for days. The guilt was a constant shadow over his shoulders. How could someone like him, a man known for his cold and sharp composure, lose himself in something so... pathetic?

But desire was patient, it accumulated in silences, in lingering looks at performance videos, in interviews where Mo Ran let out a more mischievous smile. It was a silent fever, growing until it could no longer be ignored.

He finally decided he would use it. On the test night, he didn't turn on any lights and remained in absolute silence, as if the world could hear him even through the walls... the truth was that Chu Wanning was scared. It was his first time trying to touch himself. He had never lain down for carnal desires, but that husky voice, that appearance that had been sculpted by the gods.

Seeking to calm himself, he chose one of Mo Ran's interviews. It was a special interview where the title was: "A date with me."

The idol spent a day with you at the café, said sweet things as if the person watching was his boyfriend. It was almost like an ASMR, but the husky voice was the main focus for Chu Wanning. Even just speaking, Mo Ran's tone was melodious, the way he whispered: "Baobei..." in his ears. The older man's body began to heat up, his face was already incredibly red with excitement.

Pathetically, he rubbed his thighs together, his pussy was so wet it dripped onto the sheets of his bed. A layer of sweat had already formed on Chu Wanning's slightly covered body, the long black hairs stuck to the face of his face with each low moan that escaped his mouth.

How many times had Chu Wanning not had to change his panties after listening to this interview? Now he was finally exploring a part of his body that he hadn't known for years. The dildo gleaming its purple color that shone in the dark was a bit too big for Chu Wanning's virgin pussy, the truth was that just trying to insert the head was a very intense pain that chilled his spine.

He parted his lips, saliva began to drip from his red tongue. Soon he quickly removed it, after sliding through his wet folds, and the sound echoed in the air in a lewd manner, and tears formed in his beautiful phoenix eyes, running down his hot, red cheeks.

"Ah... It hurts..." he whispered softly in the dark of his room, but Mo Ran's voice continued to stimulate him.

"Baobei... you are so beautiful."

The husky sound of the whisper echoed from Mo Ran's voice, causing Chu Wanning to let out a low, broken moan of excitement. The heat only increased in his lower abdomen, his belly burned seeking relief he barely knew how to reach. The man didn't try to push more of the object into his pussy, but began to rub the head of the dildo against the folds.

The lower lips covered Chu Wanning's swollen clitoris, which was considerably large due to the testosterone he applied. When the soft head of the dildo rubbed against his pulsating clitoris, a sensation of pleasure hit him, making him whimper at this stimulus.

"Ahh...?"

The feeling of guilt in doing this while listening to Mo Ran's voice diminished, as his hips moved desperately for relief. The thin, curvy waist could not be seen in the darkness, but the older man felt a heat take over him as he ground his pussy against the dildo. When Chu Wanning came from rubbing the object against his clit, a liquid dripped from his entrance, soiling the sheets of his bed.

A relief and pleasure that made him moan loudly as he reached climax.

"Mn... ah... Mo Ran..."

The name he called did not hear him, but this indecency did not stop there. Mo Ran was like an addiction, an addiction that made Chu Wanning seek more, and he never seemed satisfied.

However, like any addict, Chu Wanning carried the weight of shame. No one could know. No one would ever suspect.

That's why, locked in his impeccable office, his eyes were fixed on the bright blue button: "Update." The anxiety and fear of being caught dueled in the depths of his chest, twisting like nervous serpents. A trickle of sweat silently slid down the side of his face, disappearing under the well-ironed collar of his shirt.

"Queue: 14,372 people ahead of you."

On the outside, his composure was impeccable. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, simulating the typing of some report, perhaps a performance analysis, a technical opinion. But his golden eyes, too fixed, blinked less than necessary. They carried an almost youthful tension, boiling beneath the surface of his expressionless face.

Today was the day!

The day for which he had waited like a condemned man waits for pardon: with unbearable hope. Mo Ran, his idol, his obsession, had finally announced the long-awaited world tour, and for the first time, among all the glittering and cosmopolitan cities, one of them was his, his city.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple nervously oscillating. With discreet gestures, he loosened his tie a little, trying to relieve the pressure on his neck. His eyes burned from staring at the screen. The white lights of the monitor reflected in his glasses, momentarily hiding the impatience that worsened with each decreasing number.

"13,921..."

Almost there.

It was his chance. And he couldn't, in any way, miss it...

"13,674..."

The number flashed on the screen when an abrupt sound made him shudder. Three firm and quick knocks, followed by a heavy silence. Chu Wanning slightly widened his eyes, his pupils dilated by adrenaline. His finger hovered frozen over the update button. The sweat that had been slowly dripping now seemed to soak his nape, leaving it completely wet.

"Shit..." he thought silently, his heart stumbling inside his chest as if he had been caught committing a crime. Chu Wanning's feeling was the same as someone who had just stolen money and was caught in the act. His cheeks turned even redder, and when the door cracked open before he could respond.

A young and well-made face peeked through the crack, accompanied by a voice that was almost condescending but carried with urgency.

"Director Chu..." said Xue Meng, with the direct tone of someone used to not expecting an answer. The young man had short, light brown hair, where small curls fell on his round face. Xue Meng's eyes were large and greenish, shaped like almonds, the boy had a pretty face with extremely fleshy lips.

Xue Meng, as his surname already suggested, was the son of Xue Zhengyong. A boy who was interning at the company for college, although his posture was often arrogant for being the owner's son, he was still a good listener and made the spreadsheets very efficiently.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but... there was a last-minute meeting called by my father. In room three. All directors need to be present. He asked for you too."

Chu Wanning's breath caught for a second in his throat, the sensation making him feel his lungs being pressed, becoming desperate. His phoenix eyes were slightly widened, but he quickly dragged the queue tab to a discreet corner of the screen, opening some random spreadsheet with his fingers trembling slightly, but his expression sought to maintain calm.

"Now?" he replied, his voice soft and controlled, as if nothing had happened. As if his world wasn't about to crumble for missing the entry to Mo Ran's show.

Xue Meng nodded, taking a timid step into the room. His eyes, though firm, hesitated on the older man's face. That upright posture, the rigid shoulders under the perfectly aligned white suit, the coldness in his features, everything about him still made him nervous, but it was also what he admired most. However, Xue Meng noticed that Chu Wanning didn't seem in his usual composure.

His face was so red it looked feverish, the sweat was clear on the man's face, and upon seeing him, the first reaction was to widen his golden eyes and furrow his brows.

"Yes. I'm sorry. I... know you're busy." For a moment, he looked at the still-lit monitor, where cold graphs hid the truth. Xue Meng felt he was interrupting something, but he had a certain insecurity about questioning. "But my father was clear. It's urgent."

Chu Wanning took a deep breath, rising from the chair with a sober movement, even though he felt his legs trembling. His figure always commanded respect, and even though Xue Meng tried to seem accustomed, his eyes followed him with a silent reverence.

"I'm coming." He didn't look at the computer. He didn't dare, for he knew that if he did, a genuine desire to disappear would take over him. It was his only chance of joy in an oppressive life; he knew he wouldn't have another opportunity like this for a long time. Chu Wanning had followed Mo Ran from the beginning; he knew that his show tickets would always sell out like water. There wouldn't be a single remnant left in his hands, not even to feel the wet sensation.

As he walked to the door, Xue Meng took a step aside, making space, but couldn't help but say something, as if he needed to fill the silence amidst his own nervousness near Chu Wanning:

"You were... very focused. On something important?"

Chu Wanning stopped, just for an instant. His eyes looked at him with intensity, not of reprimand, but as if pondering the most neutral response possible.

"Just reports," he lied, his eyes slowly becoming more and more opaque, the pink color on his cheeks fading with each step, becoming as pale as jade.

Xue Meng nodded quickly, as if he wanted to believe, but his heart beat a little faster. It wasn't as if he didn't know that Chu Wanning was extremely reserved, but there was something about him at that moment, a weight, a melancholy in his gaze that couldn't be hidden even by someone as silly as the young intern.

"Of course... I just... didn't want to disturb." He cleared his throat, trying to disguise the slight blush that rose in his ears. "Shall we?"

As they walked down the hallway, Xue Meng kept his eyes forward. But his chest ached a little with something he would never admit, he wanted to say that he admired Chu Wanning. He wanted to say that he found his posture, his strength, his presence... beautiful, but all they did in the end was walk side by side in silence. Both with distant thoughts, while the poor boy admired that older man.

Chu Wanning was controlling himself to not have a crying fit, even though he knew he would never shed a tear for such frivolity... at least not in front of Xue Meng.

And behind them, on the still-lit monitor, the number continued to fall.

"11,074..."

***

The meeting room was empty, except for him.

The still-lit lights cast a cold glow over the long dark wood table, now filled only with empty paper cups, forgotten bottles, and some scribbled sheets. The air seemed rarefied, stifled by the weight of three hours of graphs, budget decisions, and corporate goals. Chu Wanning didn't move, his elegant posture now just stagnant rigidity, like a marionette whose strings had been cut. His eyes were tired, seeming as opaque as those of a lifeless doll, and the sensation in his muscles was one of numbness.

The digital clock in the room read 18:12, and he knew, he knew he had lost.

"Sold out," that phrase hammered in his mind like a final sentence. The chances of seeing Mo Ran on stage, of hearing his melodious voice, of seeing him smile in his city, live, so close and so far, had slipped through his fingers. It was absurd how much it affected him. He felt ridiculous, childish, but still... his stomach hurt. His mouth was bitter, the dry taste of regret, and above all, the silence of the room seemed to mock his defeat.

The tears wanted to form in his eyes, but not a single drop even flowed. This facade he maintained every day was simply breaking, along with his collapsing emotions, at least no one was really there to see him. Everyone had left, even Xue Meng, who was embarrassed to say goodbye properly, visibly uncomfortable after long glances exchanged throughout the meeting. He had probably noticed something, perhaps Chu Wanning's excessive nervousness at the beginning, perhaps the scattered glances, perhaps everything.

The director placed his hands on the table, closed his eyes, and breathed calmly, slowly his head leaned against the cold wood. His forehead was pressed, while his long hair covered part of his face even though it was tied up. Gradually, he laid his cheek on the cold spot seeking some comfort that would bring him back to harsh reality.

"Too late..." he said to himself in the silence of the room, which wasn't long before it was cut by a loud and animated sound.

"CHU WANNING!"

The voice echoed distantly down the corridor, familiar and vigorous. He opened his eyes slowly, as if his soul was still five steps behind his body. He turned his head toward the slightly open door with difficulty, and the hurried steps approached until the figure of Xue Zhengyong appeared with his typical broad and warm smile, the blazer open and the peacock-patterned tie he always wore. He was a burly man, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a full, well-groomed beard.

"There you are! I thought you had already left, but I saw that you forgot your folder!"

When Chu Wanning looked at him, his eyes were slightly watery, but his facial muscles refused to show his sadness. He pushed away from the table, raised his hands in a fist to try to dry his shame. His movements were slow as he stood up, his white suit moving with him.

"I stayed to organize some notes," he lied, his voice hoarse with fatigue, always carrying one lie after another until he felt nothing when speaking falsehoods just to maintain his persona.

"Hmm..." Xue Zhengyong narrowed his eyes, slightly tilting his head as if inspecting something deeper. He began to approach his most loyal manager, whom Xue Zhengyong trusted and saw as a right-hand man within the company.

"You seem... defeated."

The word was so precise it almost hurt, as if Chu Wanning had received a slap on his face. He wasn't angry with Xue Zhengyong for the surprise meeting, but he was angry with himself for being so pathetic as to want to cry over a pop idol.

"I'm just tired."

"Yeah, sure. And I'm the Buddha."

When he said that, Chu Wanning already knew that with Xue Zhengyong's words would come a speech. The big boss of the SiSheng company always tried to encourage him to make friends, but at that moment, the younger manager wasn't in the mood to insist on any subject.

"Look, I know you don't like to talk much, but it's high time you learned to accept kindnesses. I sent a gift to your email. Check it out."

"Mr. Xue, I appreciate your concern, but I'll check it later. My shift is already over."

Chu Wanning's steps were heading toward the door, and normally, he wasn't rude to Xue Zhengyong. Even though he had said "I appreciate it," his voice sounded as sharp as a sword.

"Wait! Director Chu! You definitely have to check."

The man stepped into Chu Wanning's path, with his burly posture and an ear-to-ear smile, that typical air of enthusiasm that Xue Zhengyong always carried, as if the whole world were a comfortable living room and he the most welcoming host. Chu Wanning, on the other hand, seemed like a shadow about to dissolve in the cold light of the corridor.

With an almost inaudible sigh, he put his hand in the inner pocket of his blazer, pulling out his phone with firm fingers. His face, angular and restrained, maintained its usual coldness, but something in his eyes betrayed not just physical but emotional exhaustion. He just wanted to end that day, escape those walls, all the expectations and courtesies that always suffocated him.

The screen lit up with an artificial glow that made his eyes blink. He slid his finger precisely over the screen and opened the email app. Unread notifications lined up, but one in particular caught his attention:

Subject: "Delivery confirmed – Special Gift for Director Chu"

At first, he slightly furrowed his brow, unimpressed. He had already predicted the content even before clicking. "It must be another internal courtesy," he thought, bored. Maybe a celebratory dinner among the managers... A voucher for some fine restaurant in the city? Or perhaps a corporate invitation to some art exhibition? Typical of Xue Zhengyong: always trying to create bonds outside the work environment.

Even so, he pressed his finger on the message. His body still slightly hunched, his shoulders rigid.

The email opened.

And the world... stopped for a second.

A colorful attachment loaded slowly. The image of a digital ticket appeared prominently. Above it, the words that froze his blood:

"VIP E-Ticket: Mo Ran – World Tour | Backstage Access (Meet & Greet)"

For a second, the world seemed to stop... His heart skipped a beat, his pupils dilated, his fingers trembled almost as if he were about to drop his phone. A light hit his face, his once-opaque eyes now had a golden glow that could be compared to the sun. Chu Wanning's face came alive, his cheeks blushed a deep red, and his heart pounded with excitement.

His eyes scanned each line as if they could have read it wrong. His brain, slow and incredulous, took a few more seconds than necessary to understand what was before him.

It wasn't a dinner.

It wasn't a managers' meeting.

It was... Mo Ran.

"That is...?" He couldn't finish the sentence; his mouth was too dry. Chu Wanning lowered his phone, lifting his face to stare at Xue Zhengyong in astonishment. The man in front of him continued to smile, almost as if he didn't notice this sudden change in mood, even though he knew well the joy of his employee who was always so downcast.

"A ticket and more than that! VIP entry... You'll be able to meet him backstage—"

Chu Wanning looked up, dazed. The tips of his fingers tingled. His mouth, once bitter, was now slightly open in complete silence, as if the air there wasn't enough. And then, like a dull snap, something in his chest, tightened for so long, contracted almost painfully, and he had to interrupt the talkative Xue Zhengyong.

"How...? Why?"

"Because I know..." Xue Zhengyong's voice softened. "I know you like him. Mo Ran."

When he said this to him, it seemed very normal, having a son like Xue Meng, he knew that young people liked idols and bubblegum music. For him, Chu Wanning wasn't as old a man as he described himself. It wasn't surprising to him, even though for the younger manager, it was an even greater shock.

He soon wondered... when did he reveal his biggest flaw? Did Xue Zhengyong see the pins that he carried in his bag? Or worse... did some of his orders really get sent by mistake to the company address?

Chu Wanning hardened, his face frozen, as if he had been punched in the pit of his stomach. He felt disgusted, so strange and embarrassed that his hands were sweating with nervousness.

"I never said anything..."

"You didn't have to." Xue Zhengyong shrugged, coming a little closer. "You've always been very discreet, it's true. You never used social media on the company computer. But one day, while checking the usage history on the directors' machines... I saw your music playlist. It had several tracks by Mo Ran. And another time, months ago, you opened the lightstick sales site... and just stayed there, without clicking on anything. I found it curious. So I put the pieces together."

Chu Wanning looked away, his face now even redder. The tips of his ears were so red they could be compared to tomatoes, and he whispered softly:

"I should have been more careful..."

"You should have been happier," Xue Zhengyong corrected, in a gentle tone. "You know... I never talked much about this here because it's a complicated relationship. But... Mo Ran is my biological nephew and a very close cousin of Xue Meng. I supported him when he wanted to leave home and pursue an idol career, even against everyone, and now he's shining, even if a bit too far away."

Perhaps it was the third shock of that night, but without a doubt, it was the most violent.

The world around Chu Wanning seemed to take a step back, as if someone had pressed a "pause" key on reality. The silence that fell wasn't external; the sounds of the corridor still vibrated in the background, hurried steps of employees, the hum of the central air conditioning, the muffled sound of a printer working somewhere. But for him, everything became a distant blur, and he was locked inside his own mind.

His mouth slightly open, his eyes wide in silence. A strange cold started at the tips of his fingers and climbed up his arms, took his chest, and squeezed his heart with a kind of incredulity. Chu Wanning blinked, once, twice... His face remained motionless, but inside, it was as if his brain were a bubble that had just burst.

It was true that Mo Ran had always been reserved about his family, he mentioned with a certain naturalness that he was "well-supported," that he was "lucky to have present relatives," but Chu Wanning had never connected the dots. He had never imagined that the man who shared the company's leadership with an easy smile and ties of questionable taste was the uncle of the boy he loved most in this world, nor that Xue Meng was Mo Ran's cousin.

Now Chu Wanning, who thought a little about it, remembered that Xue Meng was always complaining in the cafeteria about his cousin, whom he nicknamed "dog."

The director's knees weakened, but he remained standing out of sheer habit, that rigidity acquired through years of self-discipline now supporting him like a steel wire supporting a bridge on the verge of collapse. He shook his head slightly, as if trying to wake up from a strange dream. A shock so great that it made the world around him lighter, more absurd, almost... funny.

"I... I don't know what to say. I really didn't want anyone to know."

In the end, that was all he could say. The word "thank you" certainly wasn't the first to come out of his mouth, but he wanted to make sure that this conversation between the two never left the office.

"I'm not judging you, Chu Wanning," he said, and his tone was so different, almost fraternal. "It's okay to have likes, you're also human and quite young."

"..." Chu Wanning brought a hand to his eyes, hiding part of his face with his cheeks still red and burning. It wasn't exactly shame, but he felt very exposed, and it was something he didn't know how to deal with.

"And, by the way, you don't need to worry. I didn't tell anyone. Not even him. But I thought you deserved this chance. You live so much for others, always so serious, so disciplined... You deserve to see someone who makes your eyes shine."

Chu Wanning remained silent for a while. When he finally spoke, his voice was weak:

"Thank you."

"Are you going to the show?"

He hesitated, then nodded, moving his head up and down in a silent "yes." After the conversation and the thanks, Xue Zhengyong told him to go home and that he would stay in the office to finish some paperwork from the last meeting.

When Chu Wanning left the room, still holding the phone with the ticket in his hand, he felt his heart beating so loudly that he could barely hear the steps in the corridor. For the first time in a long time, there was something shining inside him, something new that made him curve his lips into a trembling smile.

"Mo Ran... wait for me."

***

The day had finally arrived, and Chu Wanning awoke before the light touched the window, his heart beating strongly within his chest as if it no longer belonged to his own body, as if something inside him, long buried under layers of rationality and silence, had finally found the courage to breathe.

In that room still half in shadow, he sat on the edge of the bed with trembling fingers, his eyes fixed on the suitcase he had prepared the night before, as if the mere existence of that object confirmed that everything was real, that after so many years of secretly dreaming, he would finally step into a Mo Ran concert, see his face illuminated by the stage, hear his voice without the mediation of headphones or screens, just him and the sound. He could see the glow on his idol's brown skin, the drops of sweat that would run down his body. The way that every time he sang, the piercing in his tongue glistened, an accessory that had featured in many of Chu Wanning's wet dreams.

The first time he saw Mo Ran's new piercings, he remembered thinking they were improper and extremely shameless. However, the more he thought about it, the more he secretly liked the new accessories.

In front of the bathroom mirror in his room, he took a while to recognize himself, with his hair slightly messy due to the anxiety that had kept him from sleeping, his skin a bit paler, but his eyes... his eyes were different, more alive, as if a youthful spark had infiltrated there without permission, and as he ran his hand over his face and adjusted the long strands with a brush.

He mentally rehearsed how he should behave so as not to seem like a complete fool among young, noisy, and energetic fans, unlike him, who already felt the weight of the years on his shoulders and the way insecurity clung to his neck like a chain. Chu Wanning was an adult man in his thirties; he certainly was no longer a twenty-year-old who went to these kinds of shows.

But he couldn't back down, not after so long, and so he carefully put on the oversized white t-shirt with the stylized print of Mo Ran smiling amid purple and silver brushstrokes. The photo showed his deep dimples as he winked at the camera, making his fans' hearts flutter.

Along with the shirt, he also wore the denim jacket with hand-sewn patches that shimmered subtly in the sunlight, stars in holographic fabric, and a small sword-shaped emblem on the left sleeve, a reference to an old clip that only old fans would recognize, and the tight, black, knee-ripped pants that hugged his legs with a discreet and awkward sensuality that made him blush alone as he tied his shoes with almost invisible glitter on the edges.

And then, finally, tying his hair into a customary high ponytail, he added white cat ears. Mo Ran had an animal persona; he was often described as a silly husky, and according to gossip magazines, the perfect combination and his type of "woman" were jiejies, girls who would be compared to older sisters, usually serious and distant, who resembled white cats.

Chu Wanning felt a bit silly putting this on his head, but what was really ridiculous was when he added his badge. It was a badge with yellow cords and bright, exaggerated letters written in golden, curly fonts:

Mo Ran’s Little Meow Meow – VIP + Backstage Access

The most embarrassing and precious item he had ever held, the kind of thing he would never allow in a professional environment, and yet, now he wore it like an amulet, with a flushed face, lips pressed in doubt, and his stomach churning with anxiety and excitement, for even if he felt like the only older man in a sea of colorful teenagers, something inside him, something that had long been stifled by the white suit and calculated silences, finally allowed itself to shine a little too.

And at that moment, as he looked at himself one last time in the mirror before leaving, with trembling hands and a tight chest, Chu Wanning understood that no matter how strange, embarrassing, or unlikely it was, he deserved to be there too.

The sky was already beginning to tinge with orange when Chu Wanning arrived at the concert venue. The streets near the stadium teemed with people, a pulsating sea of lights, voices, and colorful fabrics moving in all directions like a living current. He got out of the car with tense shoulders and a more closed expression than he intended, his hands in his jacket pockets as if he could hide inside it, and immediately felt the stark contrast between himself and the rest of the crowd.

His long nails dug into the palms of his sweat-soaked hands, sweat that was soaking his clothes, and he hadn't even gone in yet. It was a mix of anxiety and fear of being judged, but the place was so crowded that it was hard for him to be really noticed.

Girls with shiny tiaras in the shape of cat ears, teenagers with improvised flags made from hand-painted sheets, entire groups with matching t-shirts and shimmering makeup on their faces, and all of them seemed so young, so carefree, so at home there. And he, with his restrained steps and gaze that fled whenever it met a pair of curious eyes, seemed out of place, an accident in the midst of that frenetic youth.

But he was there, and it was too late to turn back!

He headed to the line marked for VIPs, the "Mo Ran’s Little Meow Meow" badge swaying around his neck like an uncomfortable reminder, though now, amidst so many others with even bolder accessories, he almost seemed discreet. Some people cast curious glances his way, not so much for his attire, but for his demeanor. An older man, alone, too elegant, with a severe and distant beauty, as if he had stepped out of another time or place, but even those glances soon drifted away, swallowed by the general buzz of excitement and anticipation.

The line was long but organized, snaking around the building with huge panels displaying Mo Ran's face in different poses where he sang, smiled, looked at the horizon with that dreamy gaze that made millions sigh. The purple eyes had a sensual glow, and every time the deep dimples appeared on his cheeks, people let out loud screams.

Chu Wanning passed by them as if traversing an altar, taking out his phone to snap a few photos of the crowd and the large panels. As he walked through the line, he noticed that security was tight, and when he handed his ticket to the attendant at the special gate for VIPs, she widened her eyes at the badge and smiled with a complicit gleam in her eyes.

"Are you the Meow Meow?" she asked, almost laughing. She was clearly a woman who had no idea who the show's idol was, but as she worked in security, she was just having fun seeing all kinds of people there.

Chu Wanning froze for a second, his face flushed intensely, and he cleared his throat, averting his gaze with his golden eyes looking down.

"..."

"It's just an ID, nothing special."

She chuckled softly, but kindly, and stamped his ticket with a golden seal shaped like a black dragon.

"Welcome to Mo Ran's universe! Get ready. Today will be unforgettable, dear."

The words echoed in his mind as he passed through the turnstiles and entered the main lobby. Inside, everything seemed more vibrant, as if the air was electrified. Screens displayed trailers and clips, and Mo Ran's music echoed from strategically placed speakers, enveloping the crowd in a wave of collective anticipation.

Each step Chu Wanning took was like diving into a new world, a world where no one knew who he was, where his cold and professional image did not exist, where he could, even if just for one night, be just another soul in love with someone unattainable.

A staff member guided him to an exclusive side entrance, where VIPs would be positioned closer to the stage. The corridor was softly lit by purple and silver lights, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. As he passed through, Chu Wanning saw the backstage in motion, speakers being adjusted, dancers doing quick warm-ups, technicians running with clipboards, and it made him even more nervous, as if he were invading something sacred.

The stadium, now visible from where he stood, was enormous, an almost celestial structure, with a stage that looked like a spaceship about to take off. The surrounding seats were beginning to fill, but the area where he was, near the center of the stage and separated by a low barrier, was still quiet, reserved for a few. He chose a spot discreetly on the side, leaned against the railing, and just stood there absorbing the information.

"It's happening..." he thought, his emotions on edge. It was incredible, and then he felt he should thank Xue Zhengyong again by email.

The sound of the environment around him made him feel energized, the muffled screams that began to emerge, the beams of light dancing above, and at that moment, even with cold hands and a racing heart, Chu Wanning, with his ridiculous badge and worn jeans, was happy.

He never smiled, but now the smile on his face was tremulous like a dreamer. He rubbed his sweaty hand on his face, letting a laugh escape from his throat, laughing like an idiot with so much excitement.

He wanted to see Mo Ran more than anything, but he also wanted Mo Ran to see him. He just wanted... a glance. A note from a song that was just for him, and his phoenix eyes began to tear up with so much excitement.

It was then that the stadium lights suddenly went out, plunging the crowd into an electric darkness that silenced thousands of voices for a second. A silence filled with expectation took over the air, a suspended instant between reality and dream.

Then, like a bolt breaking through the darkness, the spotlights exploded in tones of purple and crimson, cutting through the stage with beams that danced to the rhythm of a growing beat. Giant screens lit up with a countdown.

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1!" and in the last second, an explosion of smoke took over the center of the stage and he appeared.

Leaping high as if defying gravity, the lean body with visible muscles emerged from the smoke in a precise movement. He landed with both feet firmly on the stage and a devastating smile on his lips, as if he dominated not only that stadium but the world. Some called him the emperor, for his stage presence made many bow.

The clothes he wore were a spectacle in themselves: a short black leather jacket with metallic silver applications, reflecting each beam of light, along with gloves made of the same material. Underneath, a translucent silk shirt, his chest partially exposed, covered by a chest vest, and around his neck, he wore a red ruby collar that sparkled with each step. The pants were tight, made of dark, indecent latex fabric, and on his feet, he wore low-heeled boots.

The screens showed a close-up of his face, and the stadium erupted. His black hair fell rebelliously over his sweaty forehead, his dark eyes glowing like purple fire, and the smile... ah, the smile, was that of a pop god playing among mortals. The deep dimples on his brown skin, the thick eyebrows giving him a sensual contrast.

Chu Wanning felt the air stuck in his chest, as if all the oxygen in the world had been sucked into that moment. The cheek that was once flushed turned extremely red, as did his ears and neck.

His heart beating too hard, his hands trembling, and then, almost unnoticed, he opened the small bag he carried slung over his shoulders. From it, he took out two purple glow sticks with encapsulated glitter that shimmered in sync with the show's lights as he activated them. The light pulsed between his fingers, and in that second, he was no longer the serious and impeccable director.

He was just another among that ecstatic crowd.

"MO RAN!" he shouted, along with the collective roar.

His voice came out louder than he expected, a bit hoarse, but full of emotion, and he didn't stop. He shouted again and again! His arms raised with the glow sticks dancing in the air, tracing light patterns with each song that began. The crowd around him vibrated like a living wave, and he lost himself in it without fear.

Mo Ran ran from one side of the stage to the other, jumped on the platforms that rose from the ground, waved, blew kisses, laughed between songs, as if flirting with each soul there. His movements were magnetic, the dance precise but full of charisma and freedom.

"ARE YOU WITH ME TONIGHT?!" he shouted into the microphone, and the response was a deafening roar.

The music Mo Ran sang was incredibly melodic, and he used his own voice in front of that entire crowd. Fans could hear his sighs, the small pauses and conversations he brought to his show.

When the songs began, he brought many old sounds, even from the time when he was still Taxian-jun, but he also included the new songs from his album that brought this aspect of "rebirth." All of Mo Ran's albums told a created story, and this new version of him was as if he had been killed and brought back from the dead, reborn as a new, free version.

Chu Wanning listened to each song among the fans, waved his sticks with so much enthusiasm that his hands hurt along with his neck. His throat was already hoarse from shouting, while his skin sweated even in a VIP area, and he had to take off his jacket because of the heat of the environment.

The magnetic way Mo Ran moved on stage was too much for anyone, and amidst the storm of lights and screams, the symphony of bodies jumping in unison, and the heat rising from thousands of fans, something unexpected happened.

Mo Ran, at the peak of a music transition, paused for a brief moment in the center of the stage, his body panting from the effort of the dance, drops of sweat descending down his neck revealed under the translucent shirt and the leather jacket that had already been removed. His purple eyes, intense like embers, scanned the crowd as if searching for something.

Part of his shirt rose, revealing his muscular abdomen, as he ran his gloved hand through his wet black hair. For an impossible moment, Mo Ran's eyes fixed in one direction, where Chu Wanning was. The audience was a sea of lights and indistinct faces, but there was something about how he shone with those two purple glow sticks, held high above his head, his arms trembling and firm, as if silently screaming: "I'm here."

For some reason, he recognized the appearance from the photo his uncle had shown him of the company's managers. Mo Ran slightly furrowed his thick eyebrows, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

The smile on his face softened, his eyes narrowed in silent recognition, and he slightly tilted his head, as if in response to a silent call, a gesture of connection between the stage and the audience, between idol and devotee.

Chu Wanning froze for a few seconds. Mo Ran's dilated pupils fixed on his, the gaze was so warm that he wanted to look away, he wanted to flee, but continued to stare.

His heart beat so hard that it almost silenced the music around him. For an instant, he didn't feel his feet, nor the human heat around him, nor the screams. Just that look, that impossible pause in time. That second where Mo Ran seemed to see only him...

"No... it must be a coincidence..." he thought, his breath short. It was even ridiculous to think that he would be noticed by an idol like Mo Ran, but what happened next was not a coincidence, it couldn't be.

Mo Ran, still looking at him, made a small gesture with his free hand like a discreet wave, two fingers tapping over his chest and then pointing to the sky, in a choreography that was not part of the music.

It was only after that that the next beat began, explosive, the stage coming back to life with dancers, effects, and lights as if nothing had happened.

But it did happen, or at least, Chu Wanning felt that it did. Chu Wanning still held the glow sticks, but his arms had lowered without him noticing. His gaze fixed, his eyes moistened, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He turned his face directly down, shame and anxiety overcame him.

Slowly, his body began to melt until he was crouched on the ground. He stayed in a fetal position for a while, pressing his two hands that still held the glow sticks against his sweaty forehead, his heart beating so loudly that it seemed it would come out of his mouth.

"What was that..."

He whispered, amidst the excited crowd that screamed and danced. These fans barely cared about the strange figure crouched before them, but Chu Wanning didn't stay like that for long. When he composed himself a bit, his hands were still trembling and the heat boiled even more in his body.

***

When the last notes of the music echoed through the speakers and the stage plunged into a rain of metallic papers, Chu Wanning was still standing, trembling, his arms lowered but his fingers rigid, the glow sticks still lit. The crowd began to disperse, and with it came the announcement on the screen announcing the start of the meet and greet for the lucky VIPs.

Chu Wanning took a few seconds to process that he was actually... one of them. At first, before all this madness began, he had never planned to buy the most expensive ticket. He had money, that wasn't really the problem. The issue was that these absurdly expensive VIP tickets, for him as a fan, just participating in the show experience would be enough.

His body seemed made of mist now that he had not only lived this experience but also would meet Mo Ran and might even hug him. His legs ached from standing for so long, his throat was dry from shouting, and the jacket he had worn was now around his waist, his white shirt was wrinkled, practically wet with sweat under the armpits and on the neck, and his wet bangs fell on his face, glued by strands of sweat, but his golden eyes still shone even if defeated.

In the line, he felt each minute like a rehearsal of his own death. His heart beat fast, his fingers nervously gripped the badge on his chest, that infamous "Mo Ran’s Little Meow Meow," which now seemed to shine more than the stage lights.

He was exhausted, his face flushed, his shirt clinging to his body, and his chest heaving under the tight fabric. He almost felt inappropriate for presenting himself this way, but then it was his turn.

The meet and greet room was smaller, more intimate, lit by a soft light, with the scent of citrus perfume and the soft ambient sound of Mo Ran's instrumental songs. And there, in the center, with a slight smile on his lips, was Mo Ran himself.

Clean, as if the two-hour show hadn't affected a single strand of hair. He wore a tight black shirt with silver details and dark dress pants that elongated his slender legs even more. Before him, Chu Wanning had noticed that Mo Ran was much taller than he expected.

The dark hair that was once messy from sweat and dance was now combed, with soft strands falling over his forehead. His eyes, a dark purple, fixed on Chu Wanning as if he were the only person in that room.

And then, he smiled. That mischievous smile, with deep dimples and pearly teeth that showed sharp fangs like those of a naughty dog.

"You came," he said with a hoarse voice, filled with the energy of the stage but still low, intimate, as if he were speaking only to him. The nape of Chu Wanning's neck tingled, he raised his sweaty hand trying to remove the bangs that stuck to his flushed face.

At first, he could barely speak, and when he extended his hand, trembling and hesitant, expecting a quick, formal touch, he was surprised. Chu Wanning didn't want to hug Mo Ran, he felt too dirty and ugly to do so. A light touch... just a handshake would be enough, right? His heart was like a beast in his ribs that spread through his veins, anxious and scared.

Mo Ran held his hand firmly. That warm, confident hand not only held but also enveloped his as if holding something precious. Mo Ran's tanned fingers were long, he burned like a young man full of hormones.

Mo Ran's thumb gently slid over the base of his fingers, there was no hurry and no sign of disgust. When the gentle eyes of the younger man looked at Chu Wanning with such a devastated appearance, he couldn't help but find him adorable.

The sweat marks that had an almost sweet smell, the wet eyes, and cheeks so red that they were like a small strawberry. Oh yes, Chu Wanning was Mo Ran's type in every fiber of that being, and he knew it since he saw the photo his uncle showed him.

The idol couldn't help but feel excited and lucky. How could the world smile so much at him? After all, Chu Wanning was not only adorable but also seemed to be a lunatic and obsessed fan. The truth was that all the old rumors that said Mo Ran had sex with his fans were true, because he himself was a gay man.

Hidden by his company, something he might not be able to admit for a few years. However, his time as Taxian Jun had already ended, and it had been many years since he had been on a real date. Now, looking at that fan who looked more like a white kitten than anyone else, he felt he should take advantage a little of Chu Wanning's goodwill.

"You're very tired," he joked with a gleam in his eyes. "But you're still so handsome."

He didn't want to miss the opportunity to compliment Chu Wanning, who widened his eyes, blushing to his soul, if that was even possible. For a moment, Mo Ran was worried that the older man would explode in front of him.

However, Mo Ran, even though in front of his audience, was just a silly dog. The truth was that he was a dog to the core, and he wanted to see more of that beautiful face flushed in shades of red. He lifted Chu Wanning's hand, which was pale like jade stones, with long fingers and delicate nails. The palm of his hand was wet, but it didn't bother him at all.

That was when the idol's red mouth kissed his fingers. Not a theatrical peck, not something superficial, but a real, prolonged, gentle kiss, where the lips tenderly touched the sweaty skin of someone who had been jumping for hours for him. The moist lips rubbed against the index, middle, and ring fingers, even opening the mouth to gently bite the skin.

Chu Wanning's world stopped...

He was sure his legs would fail him, and his heart skipped a beat that made him feel dizzy, and the heat that rose through his body was so intense that he almost let out an embarrassed moan, but in reality... he had actually moaned.

"Mmn?!"

He didn't know where to look, how to react, his face was on fire. Mo Ran kept his hand still in his, looking at him with an amused little smile.

"I saw you in the audience, you know? With those purple glow sticks." His eyes blinked slowly, the idol's long lashes seemed to shimmer. He found the moan cute, and he wanted more...

"Hard not to notice someone so dedicated... and so cute... are you my little meow meow?"

Chu Wanning wished to disappear or fly away or be buried alive. Mo Ran not only kissed his hand and even bit it but also called him by an embarrassing nickname.

"Damn, damn!" Chu Wanning's mind was in chaos, he brought his free hand to his badge as if trying to cover it, but Mo Ran had already seen it. Even though it brought him some comfort, because he felt exposed every second, so he sought anything that would prevent him from simply exploding right there.

"I... I'm just a fan..." he tried to say, but his voice came out weak, as if he were speaking underwater. Honestly, it sounded like a hoarse whisper.

Mo Ran leaned in slightly, bringing his face close enough for Chu Wanning to feel the light perfume he was wearing. It was woody, strong like the times he had dreamed of how his idol smelled, but nothing compared to the arousal of that fragrance in the real world.

"And I'm very grateful for that..."

It was only then that he let go of his hand, with the gentleness of someone returning something too fragile to hold for too long. Chu Wanning stepped back slowly, his eyes still fixed on the idol in front of him, his whole body tingling, his heart beating like a war drum.

When he let go of his hand, Chu Wanning felt it was time to leave. He began to move robotically, trying to turn in a hasty escape.

He was stopping a few steps from the exit door of the meet and greet room, feeling the heat of Mo Ran's kiss burning in his hand, throbbing where he had gently bitten with his white fangs.

"Wait there... you're leaving like this? Without giving me your name?"

The older man turned slowly, stiff and with his eyes trembling in his dilated pupils.

Mo Ran was still there, now with no one around, with his hands in his pockets and that tilted little smile that came with second intentions. The same smile that made hearts melt and timelines explode on social media.

"Uh... Chu Wanning?" was all Chu Wanning could utter, a strange sound of doubt and his name that sounded more like a question doubting his own identity.

Mo Ran took a few steps towards him, the impeccable shoes resonating slightly on the varnished floor. His eyes were firm, yet still soft as honey, not detaching from Chu Wanning.

"Wanning" He slightly tilted his head, the strands of dark hair sliding over his forehead with the wolfcut he wore becoming softly messy. "I have a reserved cabin up there, with a view of the arena. I usually go there after shows, you know? Eat something, drink water, rest..."

The idol spoke, but Chu Wanning didn't hear. When Mo Ran said "Wanning," it was as if it was the only thing buzzing in his ears. His eyes blinked several times, while his expression seemed frozen.

Mo Ran paused, his gaze becoming more direct, less like a big idol and more like a man eager to quench his thirst on the little lamb that fell into his hands.

"I don't like going alone. Want to come with me?"

The sentence fell like thunder inside Chu Wanning's chest. He needed time to gather the information from the invitation to the way his name was whispered, making his skin tingle from head to toe.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?"

The world spun slightly in slow motion. Was it an invitation? Really? To... be with him? After the show? Alone?

Mo Ran smiled more widely and didn't mind saying it all again, finding it incredibly cute how the older man seemed flustered. The idol's dark eyes rested on Chu Wanning's body, where despite the oversized shirt, it was clear that he had a slim waist and full thighs. The younger one moistened his own lips with the tip of his tongue, awaiting his guest's response.

"I don't make this kind of invitation to anyone... I'd love to have you closer to me."

He took one more step, getting close enough for Chu Wanning to feel the citrusy and woody perfume from his neck.

Chu Wanning tried to disguise the emotional collapse with a tense sigh and a fixing of the bangs stuck on his forehead. Everything in him screamed that it wasn't a good idea, that he was sweaty, disheveled, too messy to spend more time next to someone as perfect as Mo Ran, but the younger man's eyes waited.

And then, almost unnoticed, Chu Wanning nodded.

"...I accept."

He said with all the words, lifting his face to not look at Mo Ran's muscular chest. The two's faces were so close that their breaths mingled, Chu Wanning's phoenix eyes focused on Mo Ran's.

Mo Ran smiled genuinely, completely satisfied, like someone who has just won the prize they wanted.

"Great! Come with me." He extended his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The way he extended his hand seemed like a dream, almost a theatrical act. It was hard for him not to act this way, but Chu Wanning didn't mind.

He raised his hand, touching the tanned man's hand, feeling his rough fingers against his own. Chu Wanning no longer knew if he was walking or dreaming, he only knew he was going to Mo Ran's cabin. With his heart in his hands and the world spinning slowly, like a song that only the two of them could hear.

***

The door slid smoothly to the side, revealing an intimate environment, far from the corridors filled with voices and lights. It was a spacious cabin, with soft amber lighting, smelling of a sweet mixture of expensive perfume, wood, and a subtly citrusy essence, a scent that Chu Wanning immediately associated with Mo Ran. For them to enter the cabin, both had to go through a range of security personnel who were always checking the surroundings of the show. People were already heading home, just as the meet and greet had also ended with Chu Wanning being the last among all.

As he entered slowly, as if stepping into a sacred temple. The door remained open for a moment, until Mo Ran came right behind and closed it with a muffled click. The sound reverberated in the welcoming silence of the cabin, and Chu Wanning felt as if he had crossed into another dimension.

The environment was much more than he expected; there was a wide sofa with burgundy velvet cushions, a small table with some bottles of water and soda, a built-in minibar. In the corner, a vanity surrounded by round lights reflected products, makeup brushes, perfume bottles, cream jars, but what caught his eyes the most was the bed.

Not a sofa bed or something improvised, but a real bed, with dark sheets impeccably stretched, pillows neatly arranged, and a blanket folded at the foot. And there were the details. The jacket that Mo Ran wore during the rehearsal, thrown over an armchair, as well as a semi-open suitcase revealing pairs of sunglasses, gold chains, bracelets.

A pair of autographed white sneakers by another idol and, on the table, a lightstick like the one Chu Wanning held—purple, shiny, but with a cracked base, clearly well-used.

Chu Wanning's chest tightened, as if he finally understood that this place was pure reality and he was there, standing, breathless and sweaty, with wet hair stuck to his neck, wearing a thin shirt that clung to his back in front of all that, like an intruder.

He felt like a small worm in a host, and like a worm that should be extinguished. Chu Wanning wanted to leave, turn around, and say to Mo Ran:

"It was a mistake! Let me go."

When his body turned abruptly to try to leave, he tripped on a rug and almost dropped the glow stick on the floor.

"Ah—"

"Careful," Mo Ran murmured behind him, with a touch of laughter in his voice, approaching to press his warm hands against Chu Wanning's slim waist.

"It's just that... this is your real space. This is... yours. All of this... I think I shouldn't be here."

Mo Ran had already closed the door behind them, where he even locked it. Now observing him with that lazy smile that always seemed to know more than it said, he continued to rub his fingers against the other's waist.

"You're overthinking, Wanning."

He replied, but truly confessed that this place was his special personal space. "But it's true, when I get exhausted from being the stage Mo Ran, I come to be just... Mo Ran."

Chu Wanning's eyes looked at him, barely noticing as the younger man's hand traitorously slid lower and lower. Perhaps because Chu Wanning felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought that Mo Ran could really bring any fan into this space, so his excited bubble had been burst with great force. Was he just one more?

"So... am I the only fan who has ever..."

"Entered here?" Mo Ran raised his eyebrows, as if the question were childish, but he understood the insecurity. With his right hand, he lifted to hold Chu Wanning's face, sensually sliding his thumb across the man's cheek.

"Of course, I know what the rumors say about me, and I don't deny them to you. I've done many things when I was younger, but I've been interested in you since my uncle showed me a photo of you."

Chu Wanning swallowed hard, he looked around again, his eyes passing over each object and returning to look at the man who was pressing him.

"Xue Zhengyong talked about me?"

Even though Xue Zhengyong had promised that he hadn't talked about him to Mo Ran, Chu Wanning now discovered the betrayal from the man himself. With a silent confirmation, Mo Ran nodded, smiling happily.

"Mn... I saw a photo of you at the company a while ago, even before the show was announced."

And suddenly, Chu Wanning didn't know where to put his hands, his face changing between turning pale as paper and red as a tomato. Mo Ran, slowly, seemed to guide this man towards the bed.

"Are you okay?" Mo Ran asked, with a slightly amused tone. "You look like you're going to faint."

"I just... didn't expect this." Chu Wanning finally faced the idol, that's when he felt something soft touch his butt. The two were sitting on the large bed that was in that cabin, with Mo Ran almost wrapping his arms around Chu Wanning's sweaty body.

"It's all... more real than I imagined."

"Sit here with me, try to relax a bit." He laughed, and a mischievous gleam crossed his eyes. The hands that caressed Chu Wanning's back began to slide inside the oversized shirt he was wearing. The jacket from before had long been placed somewhere, along with his bag.

"You're nervous, aren't you?"

Yes, he was nervous, but also amazed and alive. At least until he felt the fervent hand touching his back, making him notice where things were heading.

Mo Ran's fingers brushed his back with his digits, sliding over the skin just to lift the man's shirt a little. That's when Chu Wanning raised his hand, gripping his idol's wrist between his fingers.

"No... I... I'm dirty, sweaty..."

Mo Ran's eyes looked at that face that averted its gaze to any corner of that place, too embarrassed to face the younger man. It was so cute that Mo Ran felt an absurd desire to devour him more and more, and indeed, he would.

His body moved closer laterally to Chu Wanning's, his face pressed against the neck, rubbing his nose against the sweaty skin. The scent of the other man's body was good, this sweat made him insanely horny.

"Dirty? There's nothing dirty about you." Mo Ran, with one free hand, loosened Chu Wanning's hair, seeing those smooth strands fall like a cascade of black ink, making the figure even more disheveled.

"No... Mo Ran... I'm not... I'm not anything like you." Chu Wanning said in a low voice, at the same time as he tried to deny his desires, he could feel his own pussy dripping in his panties. Now the older man felt that he should have chosen a pair of sexier underwear, but it was too late.

He never thought this would happen, in what world would an idol like Mo Ran look at an old man like him?

"What do you mean, Wanning?"

It was common for people to put Mo Ran on a pedestal, and he knew very well that Chu Wanning was an obsessed fan. However, he couldn't understand how a man like Chu Wanning, who had a beauty superior to his, could say that.

"I'm not handsome... I'm much older than you, and I stink."

When he said those words, his eyes closed tightly to the point of wrinkling the skin. The sword-shaped eyebrows trembled, but all he felt was a kiss given to his ear.

Mo Ran kissed over a birthmark on Chu Wanning's ear that had a crescent moon mark, then he licked the spot.

"How dare you say that to me? You're not handsome?"

Chu Wanning finally opened his eyes, even though he was trembling with the way Mo Ran devotedly kissed his ear and slid those wet kisses to his cheek, making him melt.

"You are beautiful, Chu Wanning. You even look younger than me... honestly, if you were an idol, you would be even more famous."

What nonsense... Chu Wanning would never believe such words, but they were being said by the mouth of the one he admired the most. The man who gave him a reason to keep smiling, so the feeling in his chest was devastating.

Just like the kiss that followed.

The first contact was soft, as if Mo Ran were testing the contours of that moment. His lips touched Chu Wanning's with an almost reverent lightness. And then they moved away just a centimeter, as if asking "is this it?" And when Chu Wanning leaned back, trembling but determined, Mo Ran smiled against his mouth before taking him for good, licking with his red tongue those sweet, pink lips of the older man.

The kiss deepened, and it was there that Chu Wanning felt the world disappear around him. It was warm, alive. Mo Ran's lips were soft, dancing against his with an almost disconcerting precision. His hand rose, gently, to rest on the side of Chu Wanning's face, his thumb brushing his sweaty and emotional jaw. The other hand still held his, squeezing harder, while gradually their tongues danced in an erotic dance.

Chu Wanning moaned softly, surprised by the sound that escaped his mouth, and Mo Ran responded by deepening the kiss, pressing a little more, as if he wanted to memorize every reaction. Time lost all sense, gradually there were only the two of them lying on that bed.

Chu Wanning's thin, pale arms were around Mo Ran's broad shoulders. Their tongues rubbed against each other, while the younger man sucked with experience. This was the older man's first kiss, his mind wandered in confusion and fear.

Was it going well? He felt that maybe he was drooling too much, or perhaps his tongue was a bit stiff? Mo Ran didn't complain, even though he noticed the lack of experience.

This only aroused him more, like this older man who had never kissed was now only his? He couldn't stop pressing his body more and more against the lower one. To the point of rubbing his hard groin against Chu Wanning's thighs, who suddenly opened his eyes.

Their mouths parted, a silver thread of saliva connecting their lips. It was lascivious, even more erotic when the idol had the vision of his fan in his arms. The red face, the long disheveled hair, and the open mouth dripping saliva.

Chu Wanning was a delight and indeed, the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes on.

"Baobei..."

The voice sounded like the audios Chu Wanning listened to for masturbation, but now real. This sensation made his stomach burn, his skin tingle, making the hairs on his body stand on end. He saw an expression on Mo Ran's face that no camera had ever shown, one of desire with eyes that seemed to drip with lust.

Chu Wanning's gaze lowered, and in the pants Mo Ran was wearing, a bulge was quite evident. His eyes rose again, widening a little.

"Is it okay if..."

Chu Wanning just nodded, but then thought: "Did he expect him to be experienced because he was older?"

At the same time, for him to confess that he had never had sex was almost scary, and what if it was even worse and Mo Ran went limp? There were so many insecurities rooted in one man, but the older man hardly knew that this idol had already understood that Chu Wanning had no experience.

Slowly, Mo Ran's hands began to remove the oversized shirt Chu Wanning was wearing, revealing the sweaty body underneath. The older man's physique was attractive, he had scars below the pectoral and above rosy nipples that were slightly swollen with perky tips from the cold environment.

The belly was smooth, with an extremely cute navel that curved into a little fold when sitting. He wasn't athletic, nor muscular, even though he was slim. Mo Ran looked at the rosy nipples, biting his lower lip, his cock pulsed even more inside his pants.

"Fuck..." He cursed aloud, while Chu Wanning raised his pale hands to cover his exposed nipples. He himself felt that this place was a bit indecent, because the tips were still slightly large.

For Mo Ran, it was like being in heaven, he pulled him by the wrists in a rough movement. He brought his head closer to the spot, running his tongue over one of the nipples. The idol was even more anxious, an anxiety that began to burn in his stomach, wanting to taste that sweaty pussy.

Some licks were given under Chu Wanning's nipple, and with his wrists being held, he couldn't cover his own mouth, letting a moan escape:

"Hm... Mo Ran... ah..."

His nipple was pulled by Mo Ran's teeth, only for him to suck as if he could draw milk from that spot. He was like a hungry puppy, playing with the food in his mouth, rubbing his tongue and sucking until Chu Wanning's right nipple was swollen from his abuses.

When he released the older man's white wrists, Chu Wanning's trembling hands went straight to Mo Ran's stylish haircut, the wolfcut that gave him a cool, young look. The same wrists already had marks from the younger man's fingers, as they were pressed with intensity. Chu Wanning's body was one that easily bruised, something Mo Ran would take great advantage of.

Now with his hands free from the tanned man, he slid his fingers to the waistband of Chu Wanning's pants, playing with his rough thumbs on the edges, only to slide them down to the other's thighs. He moved his mouth away from the nipple that was already getting wet and throbbing, and the moans that escaped from the man's mouth sounded in the room like a melody better than any music.

Mo Ran felt that with just Chu Wanning's voice moaning, he could become a bigger star than himself, it was so sweet and delicate like an angel... his purple eyes shone with passion and desire. He was satisfied with the work his mouth had done on the tip of that cute little tits, but his attention was on the pink panties.

It was a panty that some would call a "grandma panty," which was comfortable and large with a delicate little bow in the center. The pinkish tone was a pastel pink, and Mo Ran's lips curved seeing how Chu Wanning's plump thighs rubbed timidly against each other, a touch that did not go unnoticed was to see that between them seemed wet.

"Hey... stop looking." It was Chu Wanning's trembling voice that resonated, as he was too embarrassed showing his not-so-sexy panties. Mo Ran didn't respond, but in fact, he opened the other's thighs to look at the lubrication mark that was forming on the panties.

"Fuck... you're so wet." Mo Ran's mouth was dirty, something Chu Wanning hadn't suspected. Now that he heard this voice, his ears tingled with shame, and he wanted to slap this man who was bringing his mouth close to a dirty and intimate place.

"What are you..."

Mo Ran was already near the spot where Chu Wanning's wet little pussy was, where her grooves had stained with white cream of excitement. The wet stain had the scent of pussy, which made Mo Ran rub the tip of his nose just to inhale closer, finding it extremely erotic how that smell was sweet and acidic.

He rubbed against this wet stain, just to hear more of the man moan in delight.

"Ahh... Mo Ran... Mmnn... that's dirty..."

Mo Ran opened his mouth and began to suck Chu Wanning's clitoris over the panty fabric. He tried sliding his mouth over the wet mark just to stain it with his saliva, and he spoke with his mouth full:

"Dirty...? This is fucking delicious."

His face already had a reddish hue of excitement, Mo Ran's cock pulsed painfully in his pants. He slid one hand to open the zipper, making a sound echo through the room along with Chu Wanning's moans. He couldn't wait any longer, when he raised his hands again, he tore the panty fabric as if it were nothing.

"Gaah?!" Chu Wanning let out a little scream, closing his thighs when his panties were practically torn in half. His pussy was exposed, showing the wet lips of the place that had dark trimmed hair.

Chu Wanning's clitoris, medium-sized, reddish, and barely covered by the hood, was throbbing so hot that it made his own stomach burn. All those sensations that had never been felt, touches that no one had ever dared to venture.

Mo Ran didn't see in him that serious office man, despite having already seen him in his false persona. This was the man he had dreamed about for so many years, exploring and touching him; everything was too much... Chu Wanning's head spun with pleasure, more excited than ever and seeing a side of Mo Ran that no fan had ever seen.

The spotlights never showed the dirty mouth, the hoarse moans, and grunts he made in front of Chu Wanning's wet pussy. The stimulation was so much that he felt he could just come with a few licks and the tongue piercing only seemed to heighten the sensation of "almost there", and indeed, that's what happened.

"Ahh... good..." The whisper escaped the older man's mouth, feeling his legs tremble and his toes curl as the younger one went straight for the clitoris.

Mo Ran rubbed the pink lips there only to envelop them in his wet mouth, blowing his hot breath on such a sensitive spot. It was such a good, intense sensation that when his tongue started rubbing at the base as if sucking a cock, Chu Wanning reached orgasm in less than 5 minutes. The climax was intense, making his abdomen tense and the heat rise to his ears with a moan that echoed loudly.

"Mo Ran... I... ahh..."

He couldn't even warn, as he came, letting the liquid from his slit practically splash against Mo Ran's face. Chu Wanning easily squirted in his orgasms; the sensation was always as if he were urinating, dripping onto the bed until it created a puddle.

When he came, his waist rose, and his fingers pressed against the dark hair until his knuckles turned white. Mo Ran opened his mouth to taste the honey that squirted from Chu Wanning's virgin pussy, feeling the liquid splash onto his chin.

The faltering breath still escaped Chu Wanning's beautiful lips, with his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed; he finally noticed what had happened. In sudden panic, he opened his eyes to see Mo Ran's sexy face dripping because of him.

Mo Ran didn't bother to clean it; he licked his lips as if savoring every second, and his gaze seemed like that of a beast.

"Sorry... I..."

Chu Wanning tried to apologize, but Mo Ran had already sat up straighter in bed. He no longer had a smile on his face; his expression seemed as if that were the last straw. Chu Wanning felt he would be kicked out, but then Mo Ran climbed completely onto the bed and began to remove his shirt.

He practically tore the fabric off his body; Chu Wanning barely had time to react before the piece began to rise, revealing first a piece of abdomen, then the entire torso. The soft light of the dressing room, a mix of warm yellow with bluish touches from the LED lamps, cast soft shadows between the defined muscles. It wasn't the exaggerated body of a model but that of someone who carried real strength, contained, sculpted by the effort and constancy of daily rehearsals, intense choreographies.

The abdominal muscles appeared clearly, but what caught Chu Wanning's attention was the small trail of dark hair he had from the navel down into his pants, which had the zipper open. When the shirt passed over Mo Ran's head, his hair got a little messy, and he fixed it with his fingers, exposing the long neck and well-marked clavicle.

Chu Wanning was petrified; he rubbed his thighs together even more with the excitement that hit him. Normally, after an orgasm, it was enough to feel satisfied... now, he felt he couldn't survive just with the rubs on his clitoris; he really wanted to try what he hadn't managed with the dildo he had bought...

Mo Ran was satisfied with that look that followed every line of his body in devotion, a body he had achieved with sports dedication, and without further ado, he removed everything. What jumped out of his pants was not human. Chu Wanning suddenly felt that all the gossip sites were lying... 20 centimeters? Impossible.

That was much bigger!!!

Mo Ran's size was grotesque, with the head of his red, pulsating cock, dripping lubrication from the glans; the length was even more impressive. With a size that certainly exceeded twenty centimeters, the thickness wasn't far behind. It was a thick, big, fat cock with greenish veins that pulsed around along with the black hairs that weren't completely trimmed and were somewhat wild, giving a unique aroma.

Chu Wanning, while frightened, also salivated. He even felt the saliva drip from his mouth, having to raise his hand to wipe his chin.

"Hm... it's a bit too big..."

Mo Ran smiled, watching as those eyes didn't stray from his cock. He brought his hand to the base, lubricating first with a lazy movement and then just moving to the right. When he moved to the right, the golden phoenix-like eyes followed, and soon he moved to the left, seeing how the pupils continued to follow his foul cock.

Swinging the penis from side to side, Chu Wanning's gaze continued to follow, amusing the man who could only feel his erection pulse more and more.

"Just a little."

"It won't fit."

Chu Wanning finally raised his gaze, staring with sweat already spreading across his face. A cold sweat, worried about the pain he would feel, for the memory of just the head of that dildo entering the tip of his hole had hurt with a sharp, cutting pain... imagine this monster?

"We'll make it fit." Mo Ran said confidently, approaching the face of the one he desired to fuck violently again. He held the face, sliding his fingers to the older man's neck just to bring their lips together again in a second kiss.

The idol's mouth was still wet with the taste of Chu Wanning's pussy, who now tasted his own honey as the tongues intertwined. With each kiss, the air was sucked between them, making them feel even more excited. The hard penis began to rub against Chu Wanning's thigh as Mo Ran moved like a dog in heat, rubbing his waist, pressing it forward in search of any relief.

He thought of various possibilities, of how it would be to have Chu Wanning sucking his cock with that inexperienced little mouth or even if he should try to fuck him in his back hole...

The thought of Chu Wanning opening his velvety, red mouth with his tongue curling to have a cock filling it. He would suck without knowing how, passing his tongue like a kitten licking milk. Only to choke on his thick cock, with the tears that would fall from his face as the length was pushed to the throat.

Now... if they did anal, he could see how the older man would open his ass. The little spots that were in that wrinkled hole he noticed while sucking the pussy, adorable brown freckles that dotted the pink skin. The edges seemed so tight; they would crush his cock...

All the ideas made the younger man excited, but nothing should compare to the honey of that virgin pussy. It was all he needed, to sink his penis deep inside the lips of Chu Wanning's cunt.

The mouths of the two parted; Mo Ran's purple eyes were as dark as obsidian. The gaze was intense as his body was plunged into lust, that part of him he had suppressed; the one who was once "Taxian-Jun" could no longer control his overwhelming desire. With a hoarse voice, much gruffer than usual, he said in a tone that sounded like a command.

"Wanning... open your legs wide for me."

Chu Wanning did not respond immediately. He stayed there, as if the voice had been lost between his throat and chest. Shame enveloped him like a tight cloak, but the heat on his face was impossible to ignore. His ears burned, his neck was flushed, and even his fingers, now tightly intertwined in the bedsheets.

His heart beat fast, and at the same time, there was a slight dizziness, as if the air was thin, as if everything was unreal. He moved his trembling legs apart, the fabric of his panties, or rather, the remnants, had also been lost in the tangle of clothes that had been removed. Happiness bubbled inside like a good fever, a subtle euphoria that made him shiver, even against his will. His lips curved in small involuntary reactions, shy, but no less real.

Chu Wanning's pussy was his most sincere part, with the moist, half-open lips and that pulsating hole. Mo Ran tested the waters, sliding his index finger into his entrance. The index finger entered with some ease due to the lubrication and post-orgasm, although the walls were extremely tight.

"You're so tight..."

Chu Wanning did not respond, but his forehead furrowed as he was penetrated by Mo Ran's thick finger. It was very different from when he put his own fingers in, but it was not painful. It was a strange sensation, but certainly pleasurable.

Soon a second finger entered, and Mo Ran, was an experienced young man when it came to sex. The fingers curved knowing that this would bring more pleasure, the way he penetrated Chu Wanning's pussy was so good that he moaned softly.

"Ahh... Mmnn..."

He felt his body too hot, as if wrapped in an invisible blanket. The sweat from his forehead trickled down to his temple, but he barely noticed. The heat came from within, burned under the skin, at the fingertips, in the tense thighs. His stomach turned, but not from fear, from pure excitement, the kind you feel before something good.

The fingers began to fuck his pussy carelessly, but it was so good that it made him moan a little too loudly. Mo Ran loved how his name was said in Chu Wanning's voice, the way he pronounced it was better than any shout from the audience he had ever heard. He wanted more of this, as if he could not be satisfied with just once.

"Baobei... you're taking my fingers so well..."

The older man's chest rose and fell faster, his breathing becoming more labored along with the moans. His eyes focused on Mo Ran's face, who could not take it anymore. He removed the two fingers from the pussy, then brought his hands closer, spreading the lips of the place.

First, his cock was very close to Chu Wanning's navel, falling with his heavy balls on that smaller body. The large penis passed the navel, getting very close to the ribs, until at a certain point he himself felt that he would be piercing the older man's body... and why did this excite him even more?

Mo Ran's lips trembled in enthusiasm, he had never felt so nervous and excited in years. The glans rubbed against the soft navel, just smearing it with his pre-cum. Chu Wanning watched this in astonishment, but he also wanted Mo Ran to feel good. He had been selfish enough to cum first, it was only fair to let the other use his pussy, wasn't it?

Chu Wanning's delicate hand touched Mo Ran's cock, feeling the hard texture against his fingers, hearing the other grunt above him like a dog. The heat between his legs, the shiver down his neck, the involuntary tension in muscles he didn't even know were there...

"Mo Ran... I want... inside."

Mo Ran blinked a few times, this time slowly. That man who had no experience at all speaking words like that? It was so sexy that the man stopped holding back, just obeying like a dog ordered by his master, the glans that had been rubbing against Chu Wanning's navel was now at the beginning of that hole.

Positioning the penis, Mo Ran began to push the head of his cock inside, feeling the edges pressing him hard. The place enveloping him was so delicious that he furrowed his brow, the sweat was already beginning to trickle down his back. For Chu Wanning, it was a sensation that mixed pain and pleasure, it was like being in heaven and being pulled to hell, his back arched, displaying his beautiful curves as he felt the penis going deeper and deeper.

The virgin pussy was practically being torn by that thick cock, its edges began to drip a few drops of blood that already dripped onto the bed, soaked by the pool of liquids. It was inevitable for Chu Wanning to moan loudly, while his physiological tears already flowed from his red eyes.

"Mmnn... ahhh... it hurts..."

Mo Ran leaned his body further over Chu Wanning, enveloping him with his broad shoulders, practically covering him on the bed. He approached, giving soft kisses against the other man's ear, his free hand with his somewhat wet thumb massaged his clitoris, so that in some way it brought pleasure and not the pain of the first time.

"Ahh.... You're so tight..." Mo Ran murmured, with a rough mixture of admiration. It was a drawn-out sound, almost unrecognizable. Chu Wanning shuddered at this sound, while the tears from his face were licked by the taller one.

The stimuli on his clitoris had indeed brought warm waves of pleasure, but it was so many stimuli that it became almost unbearable. Chu Wanning's ears burned a deeper shade of red, while Mo Ran did not stop saying even dirtier things.

"Be good, okay? Take every inch of my cock in your wet little pussy."

Chu Wanning, feeling this wave of heat, a mixture of embarrassment and deep joy, as Mo Ran's words flooded him. His eyes sparkled with tears that were already shed and the cock was practically halfway in.

The edges of Chu Wanning's pussy were completely stretched, the sensation made him want to flee. For Mo Ran, it was the best possible moment, how those tight walls were massaging his thick cock, and without thinking, he suddenly pushed everything at once until only his balls were left outside. If he could, he would even push them inside, pressing so hard into that pussy that Chu Wanning screamed:

"Aahh?! No!! Ahh..."

The tears dripped more, but Mo Ran did not regret it. The feeling of being enveloped was so good that he could just cum from it, when he saw that his cock was practically marked against Chu Wanning's abdomen, he found it even more adorable. The slim body had a clear sample on the belly that he was all inside, while Chu Wanning felt his organs being pushed forward.

It was a sensation that could be described as: too much.

Everything was too much! He felt so full, so fucking full that it was involuntary when he slid his hand to his abdomen. The pale, long fingers touched where Mo Ran's penis was connected, just the image of Chu Wanning rubbing his fingers on his abdomen as a pregnant woman would aroused Mo Ran even more.

The pussy pulsed around Mo Ran's cock, massaging even without Chu Wanning doing it himself. The pain gradually began to blend with pleasure, as Mo Ran moved his waist non-stop, letting his penis go deeper and deeper.

The older man felt the air being ripped from his lungs with each thrust, as if Mo Ran's fervent cock was getting bigger inside him. He moaned like a little slut, letting his red tongue show and saliva dripping down his chin.

"Ahh... mmnn... ahhh..." his voice had no more control, the moans were loud, not caring if anyone could hear them in that cabin. Mo Ran could feel the tight heat enveloping him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body that sweated over Chu Wanning's. The aroma of the two blended, their bodies rubbed together creating a wet sex environment.

He fucked Chu Wanning mercilessly, each thrust a claim of dominance and control. Mo Ran lowered his face, he marked him with his mouth, He bit his neck, then sucked his nipples until they were sore and swollen. The younger man's mouth practically chewed the flesh with his sharp teeth, leaving his love marks on the skin that was easily marked.

Chu Wanning's body trembled under such abuse with his swollen nipples, a mixture of pleasure and pain flooding him as Mo Ran took what he wanted. The younger man took him on the bed and the moans between them mixed, along with the sexual and dirty phrases.

"Wanning... Baobei... you have such a slutty pussy... Ahh... fuck... What a big whore you are, moaning on my cock."

Chu Wanning wanted him to shut up, at the same time it was so good to hear that voice. His emotions were in conflict, and he never imagined he would be called a slut by someone, let alone how much it would excite him.

"Ahhh.... Mo Ran... more... Nyahh... more..."

The pleasure had already enveloped him to the last drop, his own body already responded to Mo Ran, along with his loud moans and sighs that were like a symphony of his forbidden desire that had been hidden for so long. The bed sheets were practically torn in Chu Wanning's fingers, which sometimes took Mo Ran's broad back, squeezing him.

He scratched him like a cat, leaving his delicate nails to slash him with each strong thrust, each movement that made his eyes roll back and his vision blur.

Mo Ran's hot breath was against Chu Wanning's ear, where he growled and the encouragements of "more and more" only made his waist move in desperation for relief from that pussy squeezing him, a hole so hot and wet.

"I'm going to... ahhh... fuck you until you can't think of anything but my cock inside you... Wanning, I'm going to get you pregnant."

A threat. A threat that should have scared Chu Wanning, but it was the climax for him to cum on Mo Ran's cock. The younger man's tongue passed over Chu Wanning's ear, making the older man shudder. His entrance that accommodated that penis, was feeling crowded until his abdomen had a bulge with each thrust.

Chu Wanning's orgasm was so intense that much more than in his first orgasm, he ended up squirting non-stop. His body shook violently, almost convulsing as pleasure exploded inside him. He bit his lip hard, stifling a scream as waves of ecstasy consumed him.

"Mmnn! Ah... Mo Ran... Mo Ran..."

He called out the name, but unlike the emptiness of his room now Mo Ran heard him. The tightness of the pussy that pulsed against that hard penis and the moans that seemed to be even more pleasurable were truly a delight, but nothing compared to the orgasm reaction that Chu Wanning sketched.

With the long hair that stuck to the skin of his neck and wet face. The black strands fell over the beautiful face, the golden phoenix eyes were moist with tears half-closed and the red cheeks in a ruddy heat that tinged not only the face, but descended to the shoulder. Those moist lips, already swollen from Mo Ran's bites, opened in a sweet moan, leaving the mouth open in a perfect "o".

It was so angelic and ethereal. Mo Ran could not hold on any longer, with a few deep thrusts, the cum began to fill Chu Wanning's walls.

The warm sensation of being filled was intoxicating, while Mo Ran was deep inside, as if he didn't want a single drop of his cum to leak out. He filled him, but his body was not tired as if his youthful energy could take more.

"Wanning... it was so good..."

He whispered, rubbing his face against the other's chest as his eyes shone like a pup who wanted more. Chu Wanning was an older man, after cumming twice intensely, he felt it was enough and needed at least a break.

"Mn... it was very good."

He sincerely confessed how much he had enjoyed it, his hand rose to caress Mo Ran's dark hair. The penis inside him was still pulsing, leaving the warm cum to fill him, but it was when the cock slipped out that a feeling of emptiness hit him.

From the hole of that pussy, the lips were very tight, pulsing and dripping drops of thick cum that Mo Ran had shot inside him. And the younger one looked curiously, only to slightly lift the older man's thighs, who was pulled on the bed. Chu Wanning's first expression was like a big question mark, only for him to feel how his pussy and ass were squeezed by Mo Ran's skillful fingers.

Chu Wanning's butt pulsed, that little ass that opened and closed as it was stretched. The virgin edges were tightly closed, the place was tinged with a soft pink where there were some freckles.

"What do you think... about playing with this place too?"

Mo Ran had a wicked gleam on his face, excited to be able to widen the edges of Chu Wanning's ass. It was at that moment that the poor thing noticed that he would not escape the claws of that man, and that that night he would eat him until dawn. Mo Ran's cock seemed big and erect again, ready to cum more and more inside Chu Wanning's holes, filling him with his thick, hot cum.

It would be a long night...

In the end, it was indeed an extremely long night. Chu Wanning was a man in his thirties who had never had sex in his entire life, but now that rising idol seemed increasingly eager to have all his first experiences, acting like a beast in bed.

Mo Ran had experienced a lot despite his young age. He had been an idol since adolescence, gone through exhausting tours, scandals, and broken hearts, both his own and those he had broken. During his time in Taxian Jun era, the band that launched him to stardom, his reputation as a playboy was well-known: seductive looks at the cameras, stolen kisses backstage, and fleeting nights in luxury hotels, but all of that seemed... empty now.

Because nothing compared to what he felt now as he looked at Chu Wanning.

It was ridiculous, he, a global star, completely enchanted by a fan. But not just any fan. From the moment his eyes fell on that serious man in the front row, pale skin, dark and intense eyes, long hair tied impeccably, something in his chest tightened. In fact, this strange recognition came long before the show. His uncle was a big businessman, so in some of Mo Ran's escapades, he always sought to get closer to this side of the family that supported his career as an idol, and it was in one of those moments that his uncle had shown him, months before the show's premiere, as a random memory, "This is the new director of our office, a brilliant man." This moment had engraved that image in his mind.

The ticket plan was never, in fact, Xue Zhengyong's idea. He was just a bridge, a convenient and somewhat innocent link between two forces destined to collide. The mind behind it all was Mo Ran.

Since he first saw the photo of Chu Wanning, when his uncle casually mentioned the new director of one of the branches, "extremely competent, but somewhat rigid," Mo Ran couldn't get him out of his head. It was strange. A static image, taken at a corporate event, and yet it haunted him. Not like a ghost, but like a premonition, something that called to him almost as if he and this person had known each other for a long time.

Every time he met with Xue Zhengyong, he would casually bring up the subject.

"How are things at the office?" followed by, "And the director, that... Chu Wanning?" At first, his uncle didn't notice. Just another empty curiosity among the quick lunch conversations, but over time, the questions became more frequent. Details began to be gathered: his habits, his quirks, his usual rigidity... and finally, the revelation that made everything fit.

"Ah, you won't believe it," said Xue Zhengyong, laughing. "It seems that Director Chu is your fan. The kind that collects albums."

Mo Ran almost dropped his glass, It was a game changer he didn't expect. He actually believed that at some point he would have to ask his uncle for this guy's number and try to go out with him, pretending not to be an astropop star, but it was this little piece of information that changed everything.

That's when the plan was born. Subtle, almost imperceptible. A special "courtesy" ticket, delivered by his uncle, under the pretext of a corporate thank you. A seat in the front row, carefully chosen, a fan meeting with a rigged lottery, of course. Everything set up with the care of someone about to capture something rare.

Mo Ran's eyes sparkled too much every time Chu Wanning's name was mentioned. It wasn't just curiosity. It was hunger.

Now he felt that reality surpassed any photograph he had seen of Chu Wanning. Seeing him in person, in flesh and blood, was like an arrow hitting the bullseye of his desire. The cold composure, the austere features, the way his eyes shine... He was really quite different from his fans, even with the cat ears tiara on his head.

And Mo Ran didn't know if he wanted to be touched or punished by him or worse... if he wanted to punish him every time he saw his cheeks flush and his eyes sparkle with excitement just because of him

Was Chu Wanning really that obsessed with him? How could he not be turned on by this?

The night that followed was something that not even in his wildest fantasies he would have predicted.

Mo Ran, who had once prided himself on knowing what he was doing in bed, found himself acting like a hungry teenager again. There was something about Chu Wanning's surrender that drove him crazy, the way he moaned his name reluctantly, as if giving in to something forbidden; the contrast between the stoic air and the way his body trembled under his touches was so pathetic and adorable. He wanted to see every expression, hear every sigh.

And more than that, he wanted to be the first in everything.

Mo Ran didn't know how long it would last, a night, a week, a lifetime, but at that moment, as he saw Chu Wanning moaning his name, his beastly eyes in a purplish hue darkened even more as he absorbed every fragment of this man who was so erotic.

"Relax," Mo Ran's voice sounded with a low growl echoing through the room, which had an extremely strong aroma of sex and sweat. Chu Wanning was already on his third orgasm of the night; the stimulation was so intense that he couldn't breathe into his lungs, and his legs trembled with a painful numbness. His neck was already completely marked by bites oozing small drops of crimson blood, which trickled down to his rosy, swollen chest.

"I'll be gentle, I promise..."

His idol's promise sounded like a safe haven, but it also came with something he could no longer bear. Tears had already stained the beautiful face of the executive, and that voice, which brought him so much comfort, tortured him sexually to the point of exhaustion. Mo Ran had promised to fuck him from behind, but when he first parted his buttocks, he only inserted his red tongue, tasting that place still dirty in Chu Wanning's own eyes.

Both of Chu Wanning's holes were already extremely lubricated; his pussy was so full of cum that it seemed to be bubbling with it, and the sounds it made were too shameful, turning the older man's ears so red that it would be better to be deaf. As for his ass, the even tighter hole, it was lubricated by Mo Ran's lewd saliva, which had spent hours sucking on the folds of his butt.

How could he have so much energy? Indeed, Mo Ran rubbed his cock all over Chu Wanning's body as if he couldn't be satisfied by just inserting it into his tight pussy. He let Chu Wanning play when he was too tired of being stimulated on his clitoris, filling his cheeks until his jaw ached. He even rubbed his thick cock against Chu Wanning's arms, sliding up between his armpits.

Everything was too shameful, and too pleasurable, in that parts of Chu Wanning's body that he never thought would cause pleasure made him feel such hot tension in his belly that he could only roll his beautiful phoenix eyes. Among these sensations was when Mo Ran's glans hit Wanning's sensitive armpits, causing him to try to pull away.

"This is shameful..."

Despite his smiling and gentle face, Mo Ran wasn't so sweet when it came to sex. He was insistent, so he could only push his hard erection further against Chu Wanning's arms, sliding it to his rib.

"You look cute when you're embarrassed..."

Chu Wanning could only lift his gaze, breathing in short gasps as he felt Mo Ran's fingers lightly trace the inner part of his thighs, teasing him more as if he planned to stay there now. The anticipation suddenly began to become almost unbearable, and he felt his body respond, a mixture of fear and desire running through him.

"Mo Ran..."

Calling out his beloved idol's name, Chu Wanning wanted to say something like "just fuck me...", but no words came out of his mouth as if he still felt too ashamed. Mo Ran had seen him in almost every position, looking at the spots on his body in the lowest places... and yet, the businessman still had the energy to feel shame.

Mo Ran's fingers moved higher, brushing against the sensitive, wrinkled skin of Chu Wanning's butt, and he couldn't help but arch his back slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips.

"Ahh... mnn..."

Mo Ran's touch was soft and demanding, and Chu Wanning found himself yielding to the sensations, his body betraying his inexperience. Mo Ran, who had always had the world at his feet, had never wanted to kneel before anyone as much as before this man lying in his bed.

He approached, giving him sweet kisses on the scars below his chest, sliding his tongue over the salty sweat that soaked the other's abdomen.

When Mo Ran's fingers finally reached their destination, Chu Wanning tensed, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him, which were already completely torn and stained. Chu Wanning's butt tensed; he indeed feared the pain that would come with anal sex.

The finger played at the edge of the saliva-wet anus, but he didn't penetrate it as he had done with the pussy so many times. Mo Ran's finger slid from the butt to Chu Wanning's already sore and slightly reddened clitoris. The touch had already made his hips shrink as if he couldn't be masturbated anymore in that spot, and Chu Wanning's eyes closed to the point of frowning.

"Not there!"

Mo Ran chuckled softly, beginning to settle back between the red thighs he had kneaded between his fingers.

"Alright, I won't play there anymore... let's play with this naughty little part of yours."

As if Chu Wanning already knew what was coming, his anus twitched almost like an invitation. He tried his best to relax, and at the moment when the fat head of Mo Ran's big cock began to press against the edges of his ass, a pain shot through his spine. It was a sharp pain that made his head spin and his chest ache.

Chu Wanning could only moan in response, his body trembling as Mo Ran's cock opened him up. The stretching was intense, a burning sensation that slowly gave way to a painful pleasure. He could feel himself opening up, his body yielding to Mo Ran's insistent touch as if he had no choice but to accept that strange body. When only the glans entered, Chu Wanning's pussy squirted a bit of cum out, making a loud, wet sound.

"Gr... You're going to split me in half..." Mo Ran's cock, after cumming twice, was also quite sensitive. He could endure much more than the man beneath him, but even so, that virginal and untouched place squeezing him was almost too much.

With a lot of willpower, he thought of all kinds of things to not cum with just one thrust. His black eyes rolled back as he pushed his sweaty hair back. The same fingers that slid down Chu Wanning's knees, making his butt higher as he inserted his cock.

The older man was an adult, but it was incredible how easily Mo Ran could lift and move him as if he were nothing. His muscles dripped drops of sweat that were lost in his masculine curves, and the woody scent he had only intensified more and more.

Chu Wanning, who at this point hadn't even noticed that he had held his breath, let out a painfully loud moan, crying among the tears that already fell from his wet face.

"It hurts! Stop... it hurts, ahh..." His legs were indeed raised, making him practically folded on the soft bed. The cock entering his ass seemed harder and more painful, but Mo Ran didn't listen, feeling his own pleasure increase with the sobs of that beautiful man.

So serious in photographs and now a complete slut in his bed? Mo Ran's eyes never strayed from his, the intensity burning Chu Wanning's skin as he could only feel the cock opening his edges to the end.

And then, with a slow and steady push, Mo Ran penetrated him completely. The stretching was overwhelming, a sharp pain that made Chu Wanning scream louder, and the tears already flowed along with his wet nose.

Mo Ran calmed down with the pleasurable sensation that hit them, and he knew he couldn't last much longer, but he also tried to calm Chu Wanning, who hadn't had a moment to properly adapt, as the cock was deep within the edges of his little ass.

"Breathe, Wanning," he murmured, his voice soft. "Just breathe."

Chu Wanning focused on his breathing, the pain slowly subsiding as his body relaxed around Mo Ran, causing his folds to massage him even more. It was true that there was still significant discomfort, but that sensation wouldn't diminish unless he cut off those inches of Mo Ran's penis!

As Mo Ran began to move with some difficulty through the tight space that still lacked sufficient lubrication, but the pleasure began to grow, a deep and throbbing sensation that made Chu Wanning moan.

"Ahh...?!"

He hadn't expected that part of his body to make him feel this way. In fact, he had been willing to offer his ass to Mo Ran just to satisfy him, but the sensation that came with it was even better than he had expected. The golden eyes widened, with his pupils dilating in shock.

Mo Ran's thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through Chu Wanning. Sweat dripped from the younger man's chin as his teeth gritted in pleasure. He was controlling every fiber of his being to simply not use Chu Wanning's body like a fleshlight, to fuck without a second thought.

This tension made his broad shoulders even tenser, while his fingers gripped around the flesh of his knees, pressing his legs even higher. Chu Wanning felt himself being stretched, filled, and claimed in a way he had never imagined, while the edges of his ass clung to that throbbing cock inside him, sucking and massaging just as his pussy had done. The pain from before had disappeared, replaced by a pleasure so intense it was almost overwhelming.

"Mo Ran... please, ahh...", Chu Wanning panted, his voice almost a whisper. His ass was now being made into a pussy for Mo Ran, who in response growled low, showing his sharp teeth, the thrusts also becoming more insistent. The fingers that had already left marks on his legs and waist seemed unsatisfied with that position.

With a sudden movement, Mo Ran lifted Chu Wanning, positioning him so that he was straddling his lap. Chu Wanning's eyes widened in surprise as he found himself impaled on Mo Ran's penis, the new angle sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire body.

It was enough to make him cum, and his abdomen, which had the bulge of Mo Ran's cock, became more evident than ever. The orgasm came so strongly that his pussy squirted more fluids, even drying up his source... however, this liquid did not stop coming as if something more was coming along.

"Ahmm... ahh!! No... it's too much..."

The clear liquid splashed onto Mo Ran's abdomen, which was now lying on the bed, beneath the slender body. And the drops of Chu Wanning's cum slid onto the already soaked sheets, while his little ass pulsed like never before, pressing Mo Ran's penis so much that he felt he would be split in half again.

"Wanning... fuck... baobei, your ass is so good..."

Mo Ran's heavy palm slapped directly on one of Chu Wanning's ass cheeks, which widened his eyes with the smack. He furrowed his brows, shuddering at that slap which tinged the spot a ruby red.

"Don't stay still... I haven't cum yet... ride my cock, Wanning."

Mo Ran, with a voice hoarse with desire, ordered with his perverse gaze. His hands grabbed Chu Wanning's hips, guiding him as he began to rock on top of him with difficulty. His legs were too shaky, and when the older man tried to lift his hips, it was more like he was grinding rather than actually bouncing.

Chu Wanning's hands found support on Mo Ran's shoulders, his nails digging in as he could barely lift himself. The slow sensation of being sucked into the younger man was unbearable, who slid from the waist to both of Chu Wanning's ass cheeks to help him bounce.

Now every movement made Mo Ran's penis penetrate deeper, the stretching and fullness making Chu Wanning scream as he was practically used and lifted by Mo Ran's strong arms. The tanned face rubbed against Chu Wanning's neck, he drooled on the other's skin, biting and nibbling until he opened more wounds on his shoulder.

The pleasure was intense, each swing sending sparks of ecstasy through his body. Mo Ran's eyes did not waver from his, the connection between them deepening with every breath and shared moan.

"You're so delicious... ahhh fuck...", Mo Ran moaned, squeezing Chu Wanning's ass until his fingers were marked in the flesh. "So tight... I'm going to fuck you like this every day of your life."

Chu Wanning could only moan in response, his body trembling. The pleasure increased, a wave of heat in his belly that threatened to consume him again.

"Ah... Mo Ran... no more... it's too much... ah..."

His cry echoed through the room, his body trembling as the pleasure consumed him. Mo Ran followed soon after, his own release a grunt of satisfaction as he buried himself deep inside Chu Wanning. The cum that filled both holes, stuffed the walls of that ass, filling him.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, the aftermath of their passion lingering in the air along with the sweat.

When they finally parted, Mo Ran's eyes were soft, the previous intensity replaced by a tenderness that made Chu Wanning's heart ache. He leaned in, capturing Chu Wanning's lips in a soft kiss, a promise of more to come.

And as Chu Wanning remained there, with his body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure, he knew that this was only the beginning. Mo Ran had had his first experiences, but he had also given him something he had never known, and the exhaustion this time took him with such force that he fainted in those strong arms.

***

The room was bathed in a warm twilight, with the first rays of the sun filtering through the cracks in the curtains, softly gilding the contours of what remained of the early morning. The sheet was rumpled around the intertwined bodies, the clothes forgotten on the floor along with all the dry liquid from sex that didn't stop a second or third time.

Chu Wanning was lying on his side, his forehead resting on Mo Ran's clavicle, his arms wrapped around the other's waist, as if his body still wanted to make sure this was real, even though he was too tired for any sudden movement. His body ached all over, from his throat that was forced to swallow a huge cock to his ass and pussy.

Despite all this, there wasn't a single drop of regret. During that night, Chu Wanning did things he had never imagined, even bouncing on Mo Ran's cock or almost. He felt an unknown pleasure in parts that had never been explored, but all this came at a cost. He was already old, staying up all night was no longer the same and the tiredness took him with great intensity. And indeed, he had fainted amidst his exhaustion, it was a bit embarrassing when he thought about it.

The heat of Mo Ran's skin under his fingers was a vivid reminder of the night before, at least it also brought him comfort and made him not want to think about all the shameful things he had said or done, even though it all seemed so unreal.

He felt the soft weight move against him, and then... a soft sound. A touch of the screen, then a: "blink, blink."

Chu Wanning opened his eyes slowly, still wrapped in a haze of pleasurable exhaustion. He lifted his head enough to see that Mo Ran was sitting on the bed, leaning against the pillow, completely comfortable and with Chu Wanning's cell phone in his hands.

His heart stumbled in his chest!

"What..." His voice came out hoarse, broken. "What are you doing with my cell phone?"

Mo Ran looked at him and gave that lazy, charming smile that only he knew how to give. The kind of smile that said: "I know exactly what I'm doing, and you won't resist." The dimples on his cheeks marked, he approached, giving a soft kiss on the tip of his fanboy's nose.

"Relax," he replied, his voice low, drawn out, still laden with the heat of the night before. He turned the device in his hand and turned the screen so that Chu Wanning could see.

There, at the top of the contact list, shone a new name saved with a little purple heart emoji next to it.

"Husband"

"I just added my number. I want you to be able to call me. I want... to see you more often..."

Chu Wanning stood still, eyes fixed on the screen, on the name, on the letters that seemed to radiate heat. He felt a joy take over him and that silent desire not to let this escape.

He averted his gaze, embarrassed, but couldn't hide the smile that slowly formed on his lips. Small, shy... but real.

"You... are not as I imagined," he murmured, almost to himself.

Mo Ran laughed softly and leaned in to give another kiss on his temple, his fingers still touching the cell phone, before turning off the screen.

"Then let me surprise you more times."

With a carefree movement, he threw the cell phone aside on the bed, where it fell on the rumpled sheet with a soft thump. Then he leaned in again, smiling, and slid over Chu Wanning with ease, as if his body had already memorized that space and indeed, perhaps it had. The larger body covered him in bed, both still wearing no clothes at all, and in fact, both were completely soaked in the traces of the erotic crime they had committed.

"Hm..." he murmured between one kiss and another, sticking his lips to Chu Wanning's warm cheek, then to his neck, then to the tip of his nose. "Can I ask a question?"

Chu Wanning already had his eyes half-closed, his face blushing with that shower of affection that left him completely not knowing what to do with his hands. It was weird, everything was still so strange...

"Mn?"

Mo Ran stopped, his eyes lit by a loving mischief, and whispered against his lips in a rough, erotic voice.

"Can we go again?"

When Chu Wanning felt that thick cock getting even harder near his thigh, his face immediately turned scarlet. He brought a hand to his own face and then to Mo Ran's forehead, pushing him back gently with his fingers through the disheveled hair.

"No more!" he grumbled, although there wasn't a real drop of irritation in his voice, but a clear shyness and perhaps shock at the stamina this man had. Mo Ran laughed, muffling the sound against his neck and rolling a little to the side, but still keeping his body close, his arms around Chu Wanning's waist.

They stayed like that for a moment, breathing together.

And in the face of that serenity, Chu Wanning felt that... perhaps he deserved this. Perhaps now, he could allow himself something new. And there, with the tangled sheets, the aching body, the face still red from kisses and the absurdly calm heart, wrapped in each other's warmth and the soft light of the morning, both felt with a quiet certainty that dispensed with words that what was between them was not fleeting.

It was the beginning of something lasting. Something that, at last, had come to stay much more than the simple story of an idol and his fanboy.