It doesn't mean that he wasn't being waited for. The figure sleeping on the sofa proves so. Facing away from the TV light and lying on his side, Chu Wanning sleeps deeply, his breathing even and slow and his body relaxed. He probably put something on to try and stay awake to

greet Mo Ran when he came back from work, but lost that battle at some point before he could. It's so tender it makes the warmth in his chest overflow.

Walking up to him slowly, Mo Ran mutters a barely there "I'm home, baobei," leaning down to kiss the top of Chu Wanning's head and then pulling away. He's considering just picking his husband up and taking them both to bed when he realizes what exactly Chu Wanning is wearing.

In fact, he realizes what he *isn't* wearing first, because one look at Chu Wanning reveals that he's not wearing pants. His long pale legs congrats lovely with the dark fabric of their sofa, and the blues and whites from the TV bathe his husband's skin in a way that has no right

being this enticing when coming from a LCD screen. He barely has any time to process this first blow when the second one hits him. Letting his eyes trace the shape of Chu Wanning's body upwards reveals the unmistakable edge of black lace panties under the pajama shirt wearing,

panties that Mo Ran recognizes immediately because he was the one who chose it. It had been an anniversary gift that came in a set with a matching balconette bra and some complicated garters. The fabric was decorated with some scattered rhinestones and the waistband and hems of

of the pieces being decorated in a flower like shape, the set is easily discernable from the many other lingerie Chu Wanning owns, and he normally uses it when he knows Mo Ran will see it. Mo Ran's blood is already making a tire-screeching detour southward.

He takes a seat on the sofa, careful not to jostle Chu Wanning from his slumber, and breathes in the haitang scent from his husband's hair conditioner. His fingers itch to touch, and Mo Ran lets himself reach for the hem of the shirt, pushing the fabric up just slightly to get a

better view of the lace panties, a privilege he'd never miss out on. His dick is trying its best to see it for itself, if the way it is already starting to strain his jeans is any indication. Moving Chu Wanning's shirt out of the way confirm his suspicions, and Mo Ran sucks in a

shaky breath through his teeth, the sight of the black, expensive looking lace against Chu Wanning's unblemished skin being enough to leave him lightheaded. It makes him wonder if he's wearing the rest of the set.

His curiosity dooms him, and Mo Ran continues gently pulling up the shirt as slowly as he can, undeniably teasing himself as he uncovers his husband's body slowly inch by inch as one would an expensive gift. The hem of the shirt makes it to Chu Wanning's waist,

the delicate flower pattern of his panties' waistband resting perfectly on his skin. The shirt continues its ascent, and Mo Ran has to bite his tongue to not curse out loud when he recognizes the first part of the garter that links the bra -

which Chu Wanning *has* to be wearing, then - to the panties. He stares at the golden hooks like they're the confirmation he needed, inanimate yet mocking as if aware that they alone are crumbling his composure.

Breathing in and out, Mo Ran continues his venture up Chu Wanning's body with shaky hands. His cock is so hard in his pants that it's almost painful, and he hasn't even set eyes on his full prize yet.

Maybe the sight of the lingerie will be what does him. "Wife too hot, died horny," his epitaph would say. A noble death. Shaking his nonsensical thoughts away, Mo Ran finally reaches the maximum he can go with the shirt without disturbing Chu Wanning's

sleep - anything else would demand moving him, - but it's enough to let him see what he needs to see. He runs his eyes across the decorative straps that close around Chu Wanning's middle and attach to the almost see through balconette bra he's currently wearing.

It hugs his body perfectly, and Mo Ran pretty much forgets to breathe for a whole moment, his brain far more interested in memorizing every inch of the perfect view before him.

His cock twitches in his jeans, and Mo Ran swallows as he waits for his brain to decide on what to do now. It's a shame that the way Chu Wanning has his arm positioned makes it impossible for him to fully pull the shirt out of the way, and Mo Ran considers ripping it in

half to be done with the annoyance it is causing him. He runs the fabric between his fingers, considering how hard it would be to rip to pieces, but stops before he does so. Because that shirt is his He recognizes the crumpled illustration of a husky on the front of it while he's

staring at Chu Wanning's chest. It's one of his favorite ones, even. He had worn it before going to work just yesterday. Chu Wanning had waited for him while wearing nothing but lingerie and Mo Ran's shirt.

"Chu Wanning..." Mo Ran whispers, letting go of the shirt to gently touch the ends of Chu Wanning's long hair. "Are you trying to drive me insane?"

With his cock about to learn how to open the fly of his jeans on its own at this point, and Mo Ran gives into his temptation by lying down on the sofa, pressing himself flush against Chu Wanning. He gives himself the mercy he deserves, freeing his cock to press it against the

swell of Chu Wanning's ass before moving to embrace him from behind. His husband doesn't stir, still deep asleep, and Mo Ran inhales against his neck, drowning and inebriating himself in the smell of haitang flowers.

His hands being roaming as he busies himself with rubbing himself against his husband's round ass, the pressure delicious but not enough to satisfy him.

~~🌸 ~~ Back to work I go!! I'll write and post the rest later!!!

Also, cause I forgot: trans Chu Wanning cause I think we should keep the chuwussy wet as often as possible ~~🌸~~

He pulls Chu Wanning closer by the hips, leaving him pressed flush against his erection. The movement makes his husband sigh, and Mo Ran waits for any other signal that he's waking up, but none comes. Taking advantage of the position of his hands, Mo Ran lets his right one hover

over Chu Wanning's crotch before fully cupping it, enjoying the heat through the barrier of his underwear for no other reason than possessive satisfaction. Had Chu Wanning been awake, he would have told him to stop dallying and get to it already; unconscious, however, he was

Mo Ran's to touch and hold as he pleased. He plays with Chu Wanning's folds through the lace, rubbing lazily in circles and watching as even the slightest touch makes Chu Wanning react, his body twitching against his before relaxing again. Resuming its exploring, his hand

abandons its task of rubbing Chu Wanning through his panties to dip lower just slightly, the texture of the expensive lace soft under his fingers, until it is low enough to be between Chu Wanning's legs. The way the area is wet to the touch and almost soaked through already is