thinking about overwhelming dom top mo ran who takes being a service top to its extreme.... giving wanning pleasure over and over again until it’s painful and he can’t take it...

Chu Wanning is used to Mo Ran spoiling him. When he wakes up, Mo Ran is there, holding out a glass of warmed milk tea and a plate of tangyuan, pastries, or chopped fruit, depending on what he has available in the kitchen that day. Throughout the day, he'll get back rubs and

foot massages from Mo Ran, who mutters about the importance of rubbing lotion onto his feet to prevent them from callousing. He'll iron out the kinks in his spine that he gets from hunching over his mechanics, kiss the blisters on his palms, and lavish him with three square meals

a day. And he manages to do all of this while still completing his own work, the odd jobs that he takes upon at the base of Nanping Mountain, as well as running their errands. Mo Ran buys their groceries, helps tend to their garden, reluctantly feeds and bathes Gotou,

repairs the tiling on the roof and the hinges on their door, and even carves new chairs for their cottage when the mood strikes him. Chu Wanning feels a mounting sense of guilt. He has allowed Mo Ran to spoil him for so long, getting used to Mo Ran's excessive displays of

affection. The worst is, of course, that Mo Ran thoroughly takes care of him in bed, and never asks for anything in return. Taxian-jun is different. Taxian-jun takes what he wants, and is only now learning how to ask for it before he does so. But in some ways, Chu Wanning

relishes the opportunity to be able to give /something/ to /some/ version of Mo Ran. Because with Mo-zongshi, he feels unmoored, and he feels like he hasn't earned all the ways Mo Ran continues to pamper him and care for him.

He broaches the subject with Mo Ran one day, and immediately regrets it when he sees Mo Ran's face pale.
"Am I too much, baobei?" he asks quietly. If he had dog ears, they'd be lowered in shame at the moment. Hesitantly, Chu Wanning reaches out and takes his face in his hands,

embodying comfort through his actions alone. He's still working on vocalizing the overwhelming love he feels for this man, but he's gotten better at showing him through his body.
"Mo Ran is never too much. I just wish to help you more."

Mo Ran laughs then and puts his hands over Chu Wanning's, squeezing them lovingly.
"It is my honor and pleasure to make Wanning's life easier. Leave everything up to me."
Chu Wanning struggles a little, but manages to bite out that he /wants/ to help Mo Ran, and that

it's not a burden for him. He feels upset, not at Mo Ran, but at himself, for not realizing sooner that Mo Ran will never openly ask for anything, because Mo Ran is too used to subsuming his own desires in favor of prioritizing Chu Wanning's.

"Does Mo Ran not want my help?" Chu Wanning asks softly, a hint of worry creeping into his voice. It does so unconsciously, but Mo Ran reacts to it viscerally, taking Chu Wanning into his arms and squeezing him against his chest.
"Anything baobei wants to give me is perfect,"

he says happily, his arms moving up and down Chu Wanning's back. Chu Wanning blushes against his chest but nods.
"I want to help Mo Ran more with the chores," he murmurs into his chest, and Mo Ran tightens his arms around him.
"Of course, my love. Wanning is so generous."

Satisfied, Chu Wanning does indeed take upon more of the domestic work. Though he's hopeless at cooking and washing their clothes, leaving those tasks to Mo Ran, he becomes more responsible for tending to their vegetable garden (the one they care for together, separate from

Taxian-jun's precious harem, which he does not allow his counterpart to touch). Doing so is easy for Shenmu-xianjun, who can enlist the help of the sweet spirits of the forest at any time. He also takes care of Gotou, for he knows that no matter how much Mo Ran hides it,

his husband resents their dog, and often gets into childish fights with him for Chu Wanning's attention. Chu Wanning also insists on repairing some of their furniture, instead of making Mo Ran haul wood to carve out new chairs or tables.

This goes on for some time. And while their new division of labor makes both of them happy, and makes Chu Wanning feel more productive, there's still something missing.
Because even while Mo Ran has let Chu Wanning help him around the house, he still gives and gives and gives

in bed, and never once acts selfish with him. To be sure, Mo Ran can be feral and possessive, and the filth he whispers into Chu Wanning's ear infests his dreams and turns them sensuous and dark like wine. But he seems to know what Wanning wants before Wanning asks for it,

and is always delivering pleasure to him beautifully. Chu Wanning squirms after their lovemaking every night, wracking his brains to see how he can ask Mo Ran what /Mo Ran/ wants for once, but in this he is still thin-faced.

Things don't come to a head until Taxian-jun

of all people picks up on Chu Wanning's restlessness. While buried inside him in the aftermath, Taxian-jun devours his lips until Chu Wanning is panting and moaning again, his eyes glazing over with heat.
"This venerable one does not enjoy when Wanning's attention is elsewhere,"

he growls out, shifting his hips so that he plunges inside him again. "When This Venerable One is inside Wanning, he expects his wife's attention to be on him at all times. Perhaps one cock is not enough."
So saying, he fucks Chu Wanning into incoherency, as he always does,

until Chu Wanning is the usual sobbing, debauched mess that he is when Taxian-jun temporarily finishes with him. When he's wrapped in Taxian-jun's arms, he hides his face in Taxian-jun's chest, which the noble emperor allows, his arms a loving, possessive cage around him.

“Wanning, tell This Venerable One what’s wrong.”
In the back of his mind, Chu Wanning is so proud of how far Taxian-jun has come. He can almost immediately tell when something is off with him, but now he asks about it, and tries, in his own way, to help him through it

by talking to him, instead of just relying on their passionate lovemaking as an answer. Taxian-jun likes to fuck all thought out of him until he’s left crying out for “Mo Ran gege” to help him, and taxian-jun normally doesn’t stop until he senses that wanning is hungry, but

today, he merely stays inside, and doesn’t move until Wanning tells him how he’s feeling.
Taxian-jun scoffs. “If that peasant is too cowardly to ask for what he wants, that should not be the concern of this venerable one’s wife.”

Chu Wanning gently places a relaxing hand on Taxian-jun’s chest.
“I love him, like I love you, and I want him to be as happy with me as you are.”
Taxian-jun crumbles at that and mutters out something indescribable, before lifting Wanning into his lap and shoving him onto his cock

and all other thoughts are once again pounded out of Wanning, as his emperor-husband fucks him until he faints.
When Mo Ran wakes him the next day, he looks sheepish, the glass of milk tea on a tray with lavish breakfast pastries. He always does this when he believes

Taxian-jun goes too far. And no amount of Wanning explaining that he enjoys taxian-jun’s lovemaking stops him from feeling guilty.
“It seems that I’ve been neglecting Wanning,” he starts off, blushing and scratching the back of his neck.

Chu Wanning looks away and crosses his arms protectively in front of him. “Mo Ran never neglects me.”
Mo Ran laughs nervously. “Well, I don’t know what he thinks, but he left me a note explaining that you’ve been wanting to ask me something, baobei, and I haven’t given you the

chance to. I’m sorry.” So saying, he kneels at Chu Wanning’s feet and wraps his arms around his thighs, gazing up at him like a wounded dog.
Chu Wanning gasps and blushes. “Mo Ran! Please get up. This isn’t necessary.”
“I want Wanning to be comfortable and ask me whatever he

wants. Look me in the eye, baobei.”
The firmness in his voice catches chu wanning off guard and makes him nervous. He finally looks at him and takes a deep breath. If taxian-jun had to help them get this far, then Chu Wanning will not chicken out. It’s for Mo Ran.

“Mo Ran is always so good at.... giving me pleasure. But Mo Ran never tells me what /he/ wants.”
Mo Ran is clearly surprised. He blinks and sits back, looking up at Chu Wanning.
“Just being with baobei is enough for me,” Mo Ran protests.
Irrational tears sting Chu Wanning’s

eyes. Is he still so unapproachable that the man he loves can’t vocalize what he wants in front of him?
Noticing his tears, Mo Ran immediately climbs into the bed and swoops Wanning into his lap. Curled up in his arms, Wanning looks at him, upset, his phoenix eyes rimmed red.

“Baobei, please don’t cry,” he murmurs softly, kissing the top of his head.
Chu Wanning looks at him, feeling wronged even though Mo Ran has done nothing to upset him.
“Does Mo Ran not trust me anymore?” he asks, genuinely worried.

Mo Ran is silent for a moment. Chu Wanning watches him, turmoil in his veins.
“I don’t want to hurt or scare Wanning,” he admits finally. He tucks Chu Wanning into his neck and holds him. “I fear that the force of my desire will make Wanning leave me again.”

Chu Wanning nuzzles into Mo Ran’s neck and kisses him there, licks at him like a kitten. The action makes Mo Ran’s arms tighten.
“Nothing Mo Ran says or does will make me leave him,” Chu Wanning admits. He looks at him with watery eyes, shining with pure and sincere love.

“You told me once that I belong to you, and you belong to me,” Chu Wanning says. “Will Mo Ran prove it?”
Mo Ran sighs and kisses all over his face.
“I.... I want to spend a whole day with Wanning. I want to keep you in bed with me.

I want to give Wanning pleasure over and over again, until he’s crying and begging for me to stop. I want to keep going until Wanning forgets his own name, and can’t think of anyone but me. I want to keep Wanning underneath me and on my cock from sun up to sun down.”

Chu Wanning cannot say he’s surprised. Taxian-jun already does this, and in this, it seems, the two personas are the same, and share a common goal.
Chu Wanning removes himself from his hiding spot and looks up at Mo Ran. He guides Mo Ran’s hands down to his waist.
“Yes, Mo Ran.”