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“Here, Shizun. I made this for you, this disciple hopes that Shizun enjoys it.” Mo Ran smiled as he finished placing all the dishes that he had made for Chu Wanning’s breakfast on the table in front of the older who still looked a bit sleepy. His long locks weren’t tied up in their usual high ponytail instead they were let down and still a bit damp from the water, his usual white robes were pulled up to look well arranged as he always did, that devastatingly familiar haitang scent wafting from his Shizun’s body, not yet covered by his own cultivation. Mo Ran was amazed that Chu Wanning trusted him enough to let him see him like this, he revelled in this trust.
He liked seeing Chu Wanning like this, Mo Ran wished he could be the only one to see Chu Wanning like this. To see him like this for the rest of their lives.
But he couldn’t, not anymore. Mo Ran had no right to desire such a thing.
He needed to respect and cherish Chu Wanning.
“Mo Ran, sit down.” With Chu Wanning’s instruction, Mo Ran sat down and immediately started to eat.
Mo Ran’s mind fleeted back to the memories of his past lifetime; they had only eaten like this few times, most of them had been when they already had their pups on the insistence of Xiao-Yi that they ate together. Both Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were indulgent with their children so whatever they wanted, they would get.
Chu Wanning ate calmly, Mo Ran could tell that the older was enjoying the food that he had cooked. Mo Ran’s inner alpha felt pleased at the sight of his former mate being delighted in his cooking, it barked at him saying ‘ see, we can please, feed and satisfy him. Can’t we court him? Can’t we make him only ours? ’.
"Is Shizun going to attend to anything today? So that this disciple might aid you in." Mo Ran questioned as he finished eating.
"I'll only give lessons on barrier fortification today to the more advanced disciples, I was hoping to ask Shi Mingjing to assist me during the lesson but you can help me, that way I can see your skills." Chu Wanning replied, putting his chopsticks down, grabbing to drink a cup of tea that Mo Ran had poured out for him.
"Okay Shizun! This disciple hopes that he doesn’t disappoint Shizun with his progress." Mo Ran smiled, Chu Wanning looked away from the smile but still nodded.
“I doubt that Mo zongshi could disappoint me.” Chu Wanning huffed, making Mo Ran’s heart swell with joy.
Mo Ran smelled the air, noticing that Chu Wanning's scent had become even thicker as though it was wine cloying in the back of his throat.
"Um, Shizun forgive this student for his imprudence but is there something wrong?"
"What do you mean?" Chu Wanning lifted an eyebrow as though he was saying ‘ how could something be wrong with me? ’ as he looked at Mo Ran.
"Well…" Mo Ran started as his voice trailed off before he kept speaking, knowing that he had to continue what he already started; he wasn’t a coward. "Shizun's scent is different today, it smells a little more thicker than it used to."
Chu Wanning stiffened in front of Mo Ran before he cleared his throat, a look of displeasure on his face. "Ah yes, it seems as though I'll have to lock myself in closed door seclusion for a few days. To make sure that everything is alright with my core then."
“Ah, okay.”
It wasn’t until Mo Ran had left the Red Lotus Pavilion that he realized that Chu Wanning’s scent had smelled the exact same way it did in their previous lifetime before Chu Wanning’s heat came. It always smelled like it was a mix of osmanthus wine with haitang essence before it settled in a few days, to resemble more the flowery scent of both flowers, showing off his fertility.
Back then, Mo Ran could always tell when Chu Wanning would go into heat naturally since he was more attuned to Chu Wanning’s body thanks to their mating bond; after Xiao-Yi was born, Mo Ran had ceased to try to induce Chu Wanning’s heats (except in those moments in which he was too eager when Chu Wanning was cleared by the Imperial Physicians after his miscarriages) and instead he allowed them to come naturally -since he didn’t have his cultivation to suppress them anymore-, taking advantage of the pliant nature Chu Wanning would have during his natural heats.
“Does Wanning want my knot?” Mo Ran asked, inhaling in the heavy yet deliciously sweet haitang and osmanthus scent coming from Chu Wanning, feeling his own rut creeping up on his body. If he spent the night with his darling Chu-fei, by the next morning he’d be in his rut, ready to take Chu Wanning as many times as necessary to make sure the older man was breeded.
“P-p-please. Ah!” Chu Wanning mewled as Mo Ran’s fingers pressed against his sweet spot without any reprieve, making him writhe even more on their bed, the copious amount of slick was leaking from Chu Wanning to stain their bedsheets. “Mo Ran, p-please.”
“Does my lovely Chu-fei want me to fuck more pups inside him?” Mo Ran hummed as he teased Chu Wanning’s nipples, by sucking on them as though he were a babe instead; Chu Wanning’s arms wrapped loosely around his neck. He was so sensitive and pliant already, Mo Ran having made him come three times already only with his fingers; a natural heat made him easier to please, to mold to Mo Ran’s desires, no need to tie or hold him down. Only to let himself be fucked this way by Mo Ran. “As Imperial Consort, Wanning has the duty of providing more heirs to the throne. And This Venerable One, as the Emperor, has the very important duty of fucking those heirs inside Wanning.”
“Please, Mo Ran. Too hot.” Chu Wanning looked up at him with that perfect bullied expression that he always wore whenever Mo Ran had played with him for too long; phoenix eyes reddened and teary, ivory cheeks blushed pink, perfect bow lips bitten bloody and trembling all over his body.
Ah, it truly wasn’t fair.
“AH!” Chu Wanning shrieked at the feeling of Mo Ran sliding inside him, filling him up perfectly, his arms immediately tightened their grip around Mo Ran’s neck.
Mo Ran immediately proceeded to ram inside Chu Wanning, hitting his sweet spot with such precision that the fucked out Chu Wanning could only mewl and hold onto him; his scent was the only thing Mo Ran could smell and it drove him insane. He lifted Chu Wanning’s thigh up to be hooked around his shoulder to get a better position to continue fucking him like this, Chu Wanning’s mewls choked in his throat as he came, drowning Mo Ran with his warmth; causing Mo Ran to thrust harder and deeper until he-
“-OG STUFF! DOG STUFF!”
Mo Ran jumped where he stood, almost falling in the red lotus pond in front of him due to being startled by the annoying darling of the heavens next to him, wearing a displeased pout on that handsome face of his.
"Why did you yell at me like that?" Mo Ran hissed, making sure that he hadn't dropped anything from his person due to the startled jump before he looked up at his cousin with a glare.
“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past kè but you’ve been looking at the pond for that entire time.” Xue Meng huffed as his feathers were obviously ruffled but still careful with the box that was tucked in his arms.
“It hasn’t been a kè .” Mo Ran replied annoyed, feeling a bit distraught at not being able to continue with his memories of devouring and desecrating Chu Wanning during his heats.
No! You stupid, idiot dog. Respect him, cherish him, worship him; don’t fantasize about him.
“Is there something you need, Mengmeng?” Mo Ran asked, deciding to be the mature one in the situation.
“No, I was going to go talk to Shizun because daddy sent him something.” Mo Ran shuddered internally at the sound of Xue Meng still calling his father ‘daddy’ but he shook it off knowing that nothing would stop him from doing it. “But I saw you out here looking at the pond like a dumbass, as though a carp spirit would surge out of it.”
“Did you get mad at Shizun or something?” Xue Meng asked, bitter anger lacing the question. Ah this little darling of the heavens really adores his Shizun .
“Ah, no. I was just…. Admiring Shizun’s lovely red lotuses.” Mo Ran smiled at Xue Meng proudly, gesturing at the pond with fondness.
Xue Meng stared at him with a confused glare before he nodded making his way back to Chu Wanning’s pavilion before he stopped in his tracks, scenting the air and making a face of complete and utter disgust. “Tone it down ge , could you?”
“What?” Mo Ran asked, sincerely wanting to know what his cousin meant by that but Xue Meng had already stormed off to go see their Shizun who most likely had already fixed his robes and would not allow Xue Meng to see him the way Mo Ran had seen him.
For the rest of the day, Mo Ran had gone around helping in the Sect and assisting Chu Wanning for the lessons, although many shimeis were asking Mo Ran for help despite the fact that Chu Wanning had explained it so well but Mo Ran still assisted and helped them, making sure that they understood him without overstepping any boundaries (he didn’t want Shizun to think that he was still like that). He found himself preening in the silent approval thrown his way by Chu Wanning and could see it in his Shizun’s softened glare. He felt joy at the fact that he had made Chu Wanning proud of him, not disgusted nor disappointed.
Mo Ran found himself going to bed with a heart that wouldn't stop pounding in his chest, hoping that all would be well in the next few days.
But Mo Ran’s always been a pretty unlucky man when he thought about it.
He woke up the following morning with his body burning up, sweating and the haze of his rut clouding his mind. I can’t be that weak? It can’t be that Chu Wanning's pre-heat scent sent me into a rut? ( His inner alpha obviously remembered that he had been Chu Wanning's mate, so of course his body would react in this way)
He found himself trying to not rut his cock into his hand, knowing that his hand could never compare to the warmth and tightness that he remembered so vividly belonged to Chu Wanning.
But he eventually lost the battle when he remembered Chu Wanning's delicious and overwhelming scent, his hand trailing down to push in between his robes to grab himself in hand and he started masturbating. He closed his eyes and all he could imagine was how it would be like to be with Chu Wanning as he is now. Not driven to madness by grief.
I would be good to Wanning, I'd fuck him nicely and only let him know sweet pleasure, not like before. Mo Ran thought hazily as he rutted into his hand as fast as he could.
He would kneel on the floor as Chu Wanning would be sitting on the edge of the bed, looking as prim, ethereal and poised as he had always been ( ripe for Mo Ran to desecrate and fuck ), begging for a chance for the older to allow him to touch what could never be his in reality; Chu Wanning lifting his bowed head with his delicate foot before Mo Ran would grab it, greedy as though he was fighting the rest of the world for this foot and he needed to be the sole victor. Mo Ran would kiss and suck at his toes, lay kisses on the sole of his feet before he'd worship this man - his mate, his omega, his soul, the only one he'd want and would never have and for him he'd never desire anyone else; he would die only wanting Chu Wanning - entirely. He'd suck bruises on his legs, onto the back of his knees and on his unblemished ivory thighs; marking him in this way ( he would delight in being the only one to know that they were there, even if it were briefly ).
He'd part Chu Wanning's thighs and place them on his shoulders before he proceeded to eat the other man out, tongue tasting the heavy haitang scented slick he'd known for years ( he had never placed Chu Wanning in his mouth before, had always made the other do it for him even if he didn't want to. But he would service his Shizun well because it was what he deserved ) and devouring it as though he were a starved man. Not stopping even if Chu Wanning had come once, twice, thrice; Mo Ran would stop when he felt satisfied and Chu Wanning was drowning in his pleasure, unable to make any sounds aside from broken whimpers of his name and 'please' or soft keens of pleasure that fucked out omegas tended to let out when they couldn't handle all the pleasure -similar to begging mercy but instead they begged for a knot and to be bred-, and pushed his hips towards Mo Ran's tongue to feel more pleasure.
Mo Ran would press the tip of his own cock into Chu Wanning's hole, touching himself until he came inside only to proceed to enter him later, into that warmth that he had known for eight long years and had yearned for over two years; he'd gently thrust inside the older, biting and licking and sucking all that was in front of him; delighting Chu Wanning's sounds. He'd hold off knotting for as long as he could, until Chu Wanning begged for his knot and then he'd knot him.
Mo Ran would kiss his face as he came inside Chu Wanning, lick his way inside his lips and wish he would be able to sear and brandish himself onto Chu Wanning's body.
Mo Ran tensed as he came on his hand, breathing harshly at the fantasy that he had imagined for himself.
But it would never come true. He'd never know Chu Wanning now as intimately as he did in their past life, unable to repent by giving only pleasure and happiness; the two things Wanning deserved the most in this world.
(Mo Ran would never know of Chu Wanning's broken off gasps of pleasure as he touched himself, thinking of him. Wishing for the younger but also thinking that he could never have him.)