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the thread where mo ran finds cwn’s nudes [wip, unedited]

https://twitter.com/Airplane_69/status/1575718413569511425?t=wrV89OoXRKU1TGYr2IvyQA&s=19

Cwn shyly taking lewds and keeping them on his phone, and he means to delete them but he forgot mo ran steals his phone as a "funny" "prank" and scrolls thru his gallery to laugh at his stupid boring professor pics

Like it's flower, page from a book, page from a book, blurry picture of a street taken by accident, picture of a pastry, another flower, CWN'S NAKED THIGHS ANGLED SO U CAN ALMOST SEE HIS COCK, HIS HAND PRESSED AGAINST HIS BARE STOMACH, HIS LONG HAIR OVER HIS SHOULDER,

One problem w having a big cock is that sometimes there are certain blood flow issues related to it. Mo Ran gets hard so fast he gets light headed and has to put his head down

While his head is down he reasons that this isn't cwn this is just some guy. That for some reason took naked pics on cwn's phone. And then Mo ran gets so so angry for absolutely no reason at all and decides to look at more pics just in case there's info on who mystery nude man is

The next pic is of a soft, luscious, unmistakable arse, the angles of chu wanning's frankly ridiculous waist, and his back. Also his ponytail. Very perfect for grabbing

Mo ran is losing his fucking mind

It's not like Mo Ran didn't KNOW that Chu Wanning was hot. That's one of the big disappointments of the Chu Wanning experience. You see him and he's so fuckin hot and you want to bite him, and then it turns out he's a huge bitch, and not in the fun way.

But there's a difference between Chu Wanning being kinda hot and seeing the exact size of Chu Wanning's waist (it's the perfect size for Mo Ran to put his hands around)

He doesn't feel, like, good about it, but Mo Ran sends the photos to himself. There's one that turns out to be a video and Mo Ran really shouldn't watch it, he has limited time before class (with Chu Wanning. Fuck). But

Self control is for other people

Chu Wanning is awkward in the video, adjusting the camera for a few extended seconds, managing to catch the silliest angles of his face from below. He looks flustered as he does so, the blush starting to stain the tops of his cheekbones and the hollow of his neck

He steps back, and his naked, cock hard and leaking between his legs. He eyes the camera uncertainly, lips pressing into a thin line. He looks displeased. He kinda looks like how he does when Mo Ran comes to class straight after gym without showering. Offended

He trails an uncertain hand across his chest (his wrist is so delicate. Mo Ran could wrap his hand around it no problem), and tweaks a nipple. His makes a sound like a startled kitten and his eyes go wide. Surprised, it looks like, even though he's doing that to himself

Fuck, Mo Ran wants to be there, in that moment with him. Replace those long fingers with his mouth and bite down on that cute little nipple. Grope between his legs and grind his hand against Chu Wanning's cute little cock

The video isn't long though. Just a couple of seconds. Something shifts, the phone falls over, and Chu Wanning is replaced be a blur of colour and motion and then blackness. Fuck. Fuck. It's enough though. Mo Ran limps his way to the bathroom, shuts himself in a stall

He gets himself off quick and furious to the sound Chu Wanning makes when he pinches his own nipple

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the thread where mo ran finds cwn’s nudes [wip, unedited] PART 2

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There is absolutely no way that Mo Ran is gonna go to class after this. Not when it's three hours in a darkened lecture hall listening to Chu Wanning's voice, scratchy over the shitty sound system, explain fucking— momentum, or whatever

Unfortunately for him, as he's leaving the engineering building, it happens. "Mo Ran!" the 'you dog' went unsaid. Somehow it was clearly audible

Xue Meng hustled over as fast as his tiny little legs could can him, scowling up a storm. "Where are you going? Huh? Skipping?" it's actually really funny, the way he gets in close and then has to tilt his head up to Mo Ran to maintain eye contact

If he had any plans to (he did) they're gone now. Xue Meng is the worst combination of unavoidable and a huge fuckin simp for teacher. If Mo Ran just leaves little mengmeng will hound him for weeks and probably get uncle and Chu Wanning in on it too

Chu Wanning's phone is burning a hole in his pocket as he follows Xue Meng to the lecture hall, Xue Meng already talking about the practical applications of blah blah Mo Ran isn't listening

Maybe another day he would. But right now he has more important things on his mind Chu Wanning is fiddling with his laptop, bent over with his ass sticking out just a hit and Mo Ran is thinking very hard about not thinking about walking over and copping a feel or giving it a good slap

He'd jump and yelp and stagger forward, presenting his ass for more and— not thinking about that. No thoughts. Head empty. Mo Ran has never had a thought in his life and he's not about to start now

By the time he realises Xue Meng has put them smack dab in the middle of the second row, directly in Chu Wanning's sight line it's too late to pick his shit up and move, especially because Shi Mei has spotted them and is approaching with a delicate smile on his face

Things are kind of awkward with Shi Mwi right now. Mo Ran had a crush on him for ages, like, literal years, but recently he's started to realise that Shi Mei maybe doesn't like him that much? Or, like, at all?

It's all rumours and hearsay and a web of half truths and flat out lies that Mo Ran's been accidentally uncovering these past couple of months

Shi Mei says hello with the kind of heartfelt warmth that Mo Ran is growing increasingly suspicious of, and when Mo Ran says hi back, his voice lacks its usual enthusiasm

It's lucky that Xue Meng is feeling especially chatty today, quickly sweeping Shi Mei up in conversation. Mo Ran is left to sit between them with his bag spilling half its contents onto the floor, staring at the spot of space right next to Chu Wanning's head

Chu wanning smiles in that small triumphant way he does and the projector fizzles to life behind him, bathing him in stark white and black text. When he steps back, fiddling w the disconnected lavelier mic clipped to his collar, his eyes find Mo Ran's

It's technically the same sort of moment that litters all of Mo Ran's classes with Chu Wanning. His face falling from a neutral expression into a frown deepening the lines between his brows, his lips tightening

Usually when Mo Ran sees that he wants to turn away, or maybe jokingly smooth his thumbs over his eyebrows and suggest botox. Today he finds himself wanting to kiss the tightness from the corners of Chu Wanning's mouth

He wants Chu Wanning so overwhelmed with want that he can't speak, can only make little frustrated noises in the back of his throat, can only reach for Mo Ran and beg with his entire body to be touched

Outside of the fantasy, Chu Wanning has gone from frowning to thunderous. He's looked away from Mo Ran and he's yanking on his ponytail harshly, stomping his feet as he paces his way to his habitual position just outside the projectors wash of light

Mo Ran's probably jsut seeing whatever he wants to see, but he thinks the tips of Chu Wanning's ears are flushed bright pink