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houseofsushi2020-05-22 10:34 pm
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[four thousand plus rules is just an absurd amount of principles one has to follow, let's be real here. even prim and proper lan sizhui has certainly broken more than a good handful of them, whether on purpose or not, but kissing a foreigner – outside of wedlock, nonetheless! – is certainly one that would be frowned upon if they were caught.
odd, how the younger of them is always considering ways to get his new friend home, yet jason is doing the opposite. coming from the world he does, sizhui's unsure why he wouldn't want to go back... unless he's running from something in particular, although he hasn't ever been brave enough to question it. not only that, but he likes having jason around, enjoys the company far more than he should and stingily, he wants him to stay for as long as possible. especially when they've taken this step toward furthering their relationship(?) in a way he never thought jason would feel the same about.
disapproval is totally abandoned in favor of continuing to kiss, ignored for his own selfish reasons; the older boy tastes sweet like mooncakes, like something wholly jason and another thing he can't quite put his finger on. it's intoxicating, regardless, almost as bad as their wine they'd had earlier, to the point sizhui doesn't consider any other worse possibilities. the laugh makes him question such a bold move, the hand moving to his waist and jay kissing him back certainly isn't anything he second-guesses, though. he smiles faintly too, tilts his head, shyly opens his mouth to dart the tip of his tongue across jason's lower lip with a soft, approving hum.]
odd, how the younger of them is always considering ways to get his new friend home, yet jason is doing the opposite. coming from the world he does, sizhui's unsure why he wouldn't want to go back... unless he's running from something in particular, although he hasn't ever been brave enough to question it. not only that, but he likes having jason around, enjoys the company far more than he should and stingily, he wants him to stay for as long as possible. especially when they've taken this step toward furthering their relationship(?) in a way he never thought jason would feel the same about.
disapproval is totally abandoned in favor of continuing to kiss, ignored for his own selfish reasons; the older boy tastes sweet like mooncakes, like something wholly jason and another thing he can't quite put his finger on. it's intoxicating, regardless, almost as bad as their wine they'd had earlier, to the point sizhui doesn't consider any other worse possibilities. the laugh makes him question such a bold move, the hand moving to his waist and jay kissing him back certainly isn't anything he second-guesses, though. he smiles faintly too, tilts his head, shyly opens his mouth to dart the tip of his tongue across jason's lower lip with a soft, approving hum.]
[ pretty as sizhui is, jason might just panic if he heard the word marriage. not that it was about to happen when jason could barely show his ugly mug around here. sizhui kept him on a tight leash... as far as he knew, anyway.
sometimes, this world is frustrating. the language barrier and culture barrier for sure, but sizhui made up for it enough jason wouldn't mind if he really was stranded here. this? just makes it all the more tempting to give up the ruse; staying here wouldn't be so bad. it's a lot more than he had waiting for him back on his earth. fuck the titans, fuck dick grayson. this... this is the best he's gonna get, a million years away. worth the culture shock, for sure.
mooncakes isn't the only thing jason tastes on sizhui's tongue, the lingering sweetness of alcohol there when he follows the teasing slip of tongue back into sizhui's mouth with his own tongue. past sizhui's soft lips, his tongue runs along the row of sizhui's teeth before tangling with his tongue. his arm curls around sizhui's waist, tugging him closer when there's no real space on the bench anyway. pretty scenery for memory, but jason's thinking now that they should have slipped inside. this would be a lot more comfortable in bed, he's thinking. ]
sometimes, this world is frustrating. the language barrier and culture barrier for sure, but sizhui made up for it enough jason wouldn't mind if he really was stranded here. this? just makes it all the more tempting to give up the ruse; staying here wouldn't be so bad. it's a lot more than he had waiting for him back on his earth. fuck the titans, fuck dick grayson. this... this is the best he's gonna get, a million years away. worth the culture shock, for sure.
mooncakes isn't the only thing jason tastes on sizhui's tongue, the lingering sweetness of alcohol there when he follows the teasing slip of tongue back into sizhui's mouth with his own tongue. past sizhui's soft lips, his tongue runs along the row of sizhui's teeth before tangling with his tongue. his arm curls around sizhui's waist, tugging him closer when there's no real space on the bench anyway. pretty scenery for memory, but jason's thinking now that they should have slipped inside. this would be a lot more comfortable in bed, he's thinking. ]
[neither of them need to worry about marriage of all things. sizhui's not ready for that yet, particularly when he's still learning so much about himself, what he wants in life, what he might like in an actual partner in the first place. he does know: keeping jason hidden isn't what he wants, but it's the safest thing for them both.
their language lessons have been going so well, he wouldn't have assumed it was something that still bothered jason. if he were to find out, then perhaps they could do something about it, find a way to teach jason quicker or figure out some sort of talisman fix for the problem. (talismans always seem to help in a pinch, they're all so varied.) being fair, that's an idea they'll get to use sooner rather than later once the night is out. but if he were to find out jason would rather stay as well, there's a likely chance sizhui'd expire on the spot.
his hand at jason's neck slides higher, fingers tangling into the hair he finds, holding them both steady while they kiss. he gasps again when jason reciprocates in kind, opens his mouth a little wider, inviting him in further, totally enamored with how it feels. tiny spots flicker into his vision as he flutters his eyelashes, lets himself be tugged closer, hooks his arm entirely around jason's shoulders to hold them together. funnily enough, he's wondering the same thing, is even pulling away to make an offer,] Jason, I... I think we should— [then everything's abruptly not funny at all once he realizes they're not alone anymore.
“lan sizhui!” and “a-yuan!” come simultaneously, both from two different voices. he withdraws immediately, the hand lingering to grip jason's front, fingers vice-like on the fabric of his robes.] H-Hanguang-jun! Xian-gege!? [“what are you doing?” from the first man.] I-I was— I mean, we were just— [he stops again, tightens his hold a decent amount, shamefully inclines his head.
“lan zhan,” the second one pipes, “they were only kissing! kissing!” and then he laughs, obviously intoxicated himself, though this doesn't deter lan wangji whatsoever. sizhui finally looks up, lips trembling despite them being pursed. “with me. now.” he lets go, scrambles to his feet, stumbling the faintest amount on his way toward his parents.] Hanguang-jun... [“mmn.” “lan zhan,” and while it sounds playfully scolding, there's a hint of seriousness, which gets quickly countered. “stay, wei ying.”
before there can be any complaints, the man in all white turns toward the door, fully expecting sizhui to follow on his own (because he knows that sizhui knows if he doesn't, it'll only be worse).]
their language lessons have been going so well, he wouldn't have assumed it was something that still bothered jason. if he were to find out, then perhaps they could do something about it, find a way to teach jason quicker or figure out some sort of talisman fix for the problem. (talismans always seem to help in a pinch, they're all so varied.) being fair, that's an idea they'll get to use sooner rather than later once the night is out. but if he were to find out jason would rather stay as well, there's a likely chance sizhui'd expire on the spot.
his hand at jason's neck slides higher, fingers tangling into the hair he finds, holding them both steady while they kiss. he gasps again when jason reciprocates in kind, opens his mouth a little wider, inviting him in further, totally enamored with how it feels. tiny spots flicker into his vision as he flutters his eyelashes, lets himself be tugged closer, hooks his arm entirely around jason's shoulders to hold them together. funnily enough, he's wondering the same thing, is even pulling away to make an offer,] Jason, I... I think we should— [then everything's abruptly not funny at all once he realizes they're not alone anymore.
“lan sizhui!” and “a-yuan!” come simultaneously, both from two different voices. he withdraws immediately, the hand lingering to grip jason's front, fingers vice-like on the fabric of his robes.] H-Hanguang-jun! Xian-gege!? [“what are you doing?” from the first man.] I-I was— I mean, we were just— [he stops again, tightens his hold a decent amount, shamefully inclines his head.
“lan zhan,” the second one pipes, “they were only kissing! kissing!” and then he laughs, obviously intoxicated himself, though this doesn't deter lan wangji whatsoever. sizhui finally looks up, lips trembling despite them being pursed. “with me. now.” he lets go, scrambles to his feet, stumbling the faintest amount on his way toward his parents.] Hanguang-jun... [“mmn.” “lan zhan,” and while it sounds playfully scolding, there's a hint of seriousness, which gets quickly countered. “stay, wei ying.”
before there can be any complaints, the man in all white turns toward the door, fully expecting sizhui to follow on his own (because he knows that sizhui knows if he doesn't, it'll only be worse).]
Right, you’re learning, but it sounds like you know at least some things. Is this all--from experience? [ Because Sizhui says it like he knows it, and Dick is curious. Curiosity killed the cat, he knows, but in his current inebriated state, feeling warm and fuzzy with the lick of heat starting somewhere low inside him, he can’t help but ask. It’s wrong to be thinking about Jason this way--to be thinking of Sizhui this way, but the reward, the punishment, the words good boy brings an altogether different image. From the last time they met, he hadn’t been under the impression that Sizhui was particularly experienced though. ]
Edited 2020-10-04 20:19 (UTC)
Oh. [oh. is dick asking how many people he's ‘been’ with by inquiring about experience? now that it's finally clicked, sizhui thoughtfully chews his lower lip, unable to keep the half-smile from creeping across his face as he considers.] He's been my only experience. [for now, goes unsaid, though he doesn't hesitate to continue despite the questionable heat pooling in his belly. (they shouldn't be discussing this, it isn't really dick's place – or even his own to be revealing these things– and yet.)] Jason was my first, but I come from a clan that's big on reward for good behavior and punishment when things are wrong. Sometimes even when things aren't wrong.
Edited 2020-10-06 03:10 (UTC)
[ Magic, cultivar, wizard, all concepts that don’t find much purchase in Dick’s mind right now because Sizhui is straddling him, parting toned thighs over him, settling warm in his lap before he gestures for Jason to come closer. So they’re really doing this. This is now past the point of suggestive and deep in the territory of actually doing this and Dick can’t say he actually minds.
Jason comes close and Dick’s gaze slides up from where he’d been appreciating Sizhui in his lap to the finger that dips in his drink. ]
Yeah? A wand? [ There’s only one kind of wand he’s thinking when Jason’s fingers reach towards Sizhui’s mouth. The wide martini glass in his hand tips as he props himself up, all too entranced at the scene unfolding right in his lap. He’s not even drunk enough to justify the way the glass tips with his movement, the way he’s all too unaware of the liquid reaching too close to the lip of the glass.
He brings it to his mouth to take a sip, lower lip getting caught on his teeth as he barely tastes the drink. There's that distinct pool of heat starting in his lower belly as his fingers fold between Sizhui's. ] Does it taste better when it’s on Jason?
Jason comes close and Dick’s gaze slides up from where he’d been appreciating Sizhui in his lap to the finger that dips in his drink. ]
Yeah? A wand? [ There’s only one kind of wand he’s thinking when Jason’s fingers reach towards Sizhui’s mouth. The wide martini glass in his hand tips as he props himself up, all too entranced at the scene unfolding right in his lap. He’s not even drunk enough to justify the way the glass tips with his movement, the way he’s all too unaware of the liquid reaching too close to the lip of the glass.
He brings it to his mouth to take a sip, lower lip getting caught on his teeth as he barely tastes the drink. There's that distinct pool of heat starting in his lower belly as his fingers fold between Sizhui's. ] Does it taste better when it’s on Jason?
[had jason done what he'd been tempted to, there's a likely chance both sizhui and dick wouldn't be able to look away from him. he needs to give himself more credit; after all, they're both watching him now as he draws closer and the moment a hand finds his hair, sizhui's practically putty in jason's hands. gods, it's already so much, it's a wonder he doesn't lose it right there— but then jason's hand finds his nape, earning a breathless, shaking sigh and a faint roll of his hips against dick's.
if he'd known more about the joke between them, he very well would've laughed because it is funny, although he does smile anyhow despite not quite understanding.
his gaze flickers from where jason dips his fingers into dick's drink, to the digits resting near his mouth at the moment then fleetingly back to dick, considering the question. rather than answer, however, he grins wider and turns again, opens his mouth to catch some sticky alcoholic drops before taking the fingers in with a needy-sounding groan, his own cinching firmer around dick's once their hands are more properly interlocked.
even if he can't answer verbally, that doesn't mean he won't answer at all. instead, sizhui makes a show out of it, takes jason's fingers deeper, purses his lips and sucks like it's his dick in his mouth rather than just a couple digits. he does manage the slightest nod though, avoiding letting his teeth press too hard while he grinds against dick's lap again.]
if he'd known more about the joke between them, he very well would've laughed because it is funny, although he does smile anyhow despite not quite understanding.
his gaze flickers from where jason dips his fingers into dick's drink, to the digits resting near his mouth at the moment then fleetingly back to dick, considering the question. rather than answer, however, he grins wider and turns again, opens his mouth to catch some sticky alcoholic drops before taking the fingers in with a needy-sounding groan, his own cinching firmer around dick's once their hands are more properly interlocked.
even if he can't answer verbally, that doesn't mean he won't answer at all. instead, sizhui makes a show out of it, takes jason's fingers deeper, purses his lips and sucks like it's his dick in his mouth rather than just a couple digits. he does manage the slightest nod though, avoiding letting his teeth press too hard while he grinds against dick's lap again.]
[ Only experience. Now that thought has his breath pausing in his throat, eyes widening and staring across the room. The phone’s still pressed to his ear and he wonders if Sizhui can hear shudder of breath that sifts out between parted lips. So Sizhui gave Jason his virginity. That shouldn’t be surprising, given how pure Sizhui seems. But it begs the question starting to emerge in his head: how is Jason when taking someone’s virginity? Did Jason even know?
He shouldn't be thinking about this. Sizhui moves on to continue to talk about good behaviour and punishment and rewards and Dick is thankful for the topic change. ]
No wonder you can handle him if your clan’s so tough, but—when things aren’t wrong? Why would you get punished?
He shouldn't be thinking about this. Sizhui moves on to continue to talk about good behaviour and punishment and rewards and Dick is thankful for the topic change. ]
No wonder you can handle him if your clan’s so tough, but—when things aren’t wrong? Why would you get punished?
[ all the shit that's happened in his life right down to batman and ancient china, this is most unbelievable thing to happen to him. he's nothing but super aware of the faint little roll of sizhui's hips in dick's lap. when sizhui's lips wrap around his fingers, making the biggest lewdest show of it... jason's pretty sure he's going to wake up in his bed with a furious boner if he hasn't creamed his shorts by then.
and then sizhui groans, tries to deepthroat jason's fingers, and shamelessly grinds against dick's lap. jason doesn't know what he's done to deserve such a treat. he bites down on his own lip, gaze locked on sizhui's mouth. holy hell, sizhui's amazing.
jason's hand lingers on the nape of his neck, idly rubbing there while he can't help murmuring a little praise. ] Doesn't he have a great mouth?
[ he pulls his fingers slowly from sizhui's mouth, gaze slowly flitting back to dick, a brow rising in challenge. ] My mouth isn't too bad either.
and then sizhui groans, tries to deepthroat jason's fingers, and shamelessly grinds against dick's lap. jason doesn't know what he's done to deserve such a treat. he bites down on his own lip, gaze locked on sizhui's mouth. holy hell, sizhui's amazing.
jason's hand lingers on the nape of his neck, idly rubbing there while he can't help murmuring a little praise. ] Doesn't he have a great mouth?
[ he pulls his fingers slowly from sizhui's mouth, gaze slowly flitting back to dick, a brow rising in challenge. ] My mouth isn't too bad either.
[ If his dick wasn’t already interested, it certainly is now, with the first subtle tilt of Sizhui’s hips into his, pulling out a low, quiet groan that’s more breath than sound. He’s so drawn in by the sight of Jason’s fingers sliding into Sizhui’s mouth, deeper and deeper, plush, soft looking lips wrapped around them as if they were something else. Jason asks a question and Dick’s turning his head before his gaze actually lifts, reluctantly looking away.
He has to swallow, as he nods, until his mouth’s parting with an overt grind into his lap this time. His gaze snaps back to Sizhui just in time to catch the way Jason’s fingers slowly tug out of Sizhui’s mouth, wet, shiny saliva dragged along. Fuck. And he’s right there with Jason thinking that this must be some fucked up dream. Especially when Jason tells him that. That’s a challenge if he’s ever heard one, and Jason is nothing but ever challenging. ]
Yeah, wouldn’t be—Fuck[ Surprised doesn’t make it out. Between holding Sizhui’s hand and holding the drink and reclining and watching Jason, the weight on his elbow slips up as he tries to lower the glass to the ground. The movement jolts his and Sizhui’s collective weight so the cold, sticky liquid pours down his front, cold against too-hot skin, all over his hand and into his lap, making him hiss with a shudder. The glass dangles where he catches it—fast reflexes never failing even when he’s in the wildest situation ever.
But it’s a challenge. Jason’s a challenge, and he’s never backed down from Jason as a challenge. The glass gets put off to the side somewhere, on a surface Dick doesn’t pay attention to. Then, he’s reaching out, acting on pure instinct to slide his wet hand right underneath Jason’s shirt, smearing cold and sticky and wet along the planes and dips of muscle he only feels but wants to see. His breath catches in another groan as his gaze drags from Sizhui to Jason. He pulls Jason closer, warm, heated browns holding Jason’s. ]
Come here and show us.
He has to swallow, as he nods, until his mouth’s parting with an overt grind into his lap this time. His gaze snaps back to Sizhui just in time to catch the way Jason’s fingers slowly tug out of Sizhui’s mouth, wet, shiny saliva dragged along. Fuck. And he’s right there with Jason thinking that this must be some fucked up dream. Especially when Jason tells him that. That’s a challenge if he’s ever heard one, and Jason is nothing but ever challenging. ]
Yeah, wouldn’t be—Fuck[ Surprised doesn’t make it out. Between holding Sizhui’s hand and holding the drink and reclining and watching Jason, the weight on his elbow slips up as he tries to lower the glass to the ground. The movement jolts his and Sizhui’s collective weight so the cold, sticky liquid pours down his front, cold against too-hot skin, all over his hand and into his lap, making him hiss with a shudder. The glass dangles where he catches it—fast reflexes never failing even when he’s in the wildest situation ever.
But it’s a challenge. Jason’s a challenge, and he’s never backed down from Jason as a challenge. The glass gets put off to the side somewhere, on a surface Dick doesn’t pay attention to. Then, he’s reaching out, acting on pure instinct to slide his wet hand right underneath Jason’s shirt, smearing cold and sticky and wet along the planes and dips of muscle he only feels but wants to see. His breath catches in another groan as his gaze drags from Sizhui to Jason. He pulls Jason closer, warm, heated browns holding Jason’s. ]
Come here and show us.
[lucky for all three of them, this isn't actually a dream and there's no fear of waking up unfulfilled. dick's barely-there groan spurs him on, has sizhui's hips shifting more intently, the hand that isn't occupied propped against dick's chest, fingertips pressed firm, the blunt of his nails teasing oh-so-faintly. he flutters his eyelashes, tears his gaze away from jason long enough to slant dick a glance as his tongue darts between jason's fingers, mouth quirking at one side in a halfhearted smirk.
whenever jason withdraws, he whimpers softly, exhales a breathless, trembling sigh and tilts his head into the hand still stroking his neck. after reopening his eyes just in time to catch dick looking at him again, an actual smile comes across his face, lips spit-shiny and somewhat swollen.
before he's given the chance to comment about jason's remark too, there's the slightest jostle, his hand lifts from dick's chest as if he might reach to help catch the glass, though with his own inebriation taken into account, he isn't quite fast enough. dick is though and while they won't have to clean up broken glass, there's definitely cold, wet slush seeping into dick's sweatpants and his own tights.] Ah...! [a quick shift and he's rocked up on his knees, his hand finding jason's forearm for momentary balance then sizhui lifts the edge of his dress, hooks the waistband of his leggings and carefully works them off each leg, tosses them over his shoulder once he manages.
and once his attention is back on the two of them, it takes all his willpower to not grin like a fool; dick's hand has disappeared up jason's shirt, probably searching for a reaction and likely spreading spilled alcoholic slush. okay, so maybe he smiles a little in spite of himself but.] Yes, [then he reaches for jason's hand, laces their fingers together, tugtugtugs for incentive.] You're much too far away still.
[with that, he scoots back the faintest amount on dick's thighs and dips forward, brushes his mouth over the man's abdomen, lapping up some sweet stickiness off his skin.]
whenever jason withdraws, he whimpers softly, exhales a breathless, trembling sigh and tilts his head into the hand still stroking his neck. after reopening his eyes just in time to catch dick looking at him again, an actual smile comes across his face, lips spit-shiny and somewhat swollen.
before he's given the chance to comment about jason's remark too, there's the slightest jostle, his hand lifts from dick's chest as if he might reach to help catch the glass, though with his own inebriation taken into account, he isn't quite fast enough. dick is though and while they won't have to clean up broken glass, there's definitely cold, wet slush seeping into dick's sweatpants and his own tights.] Ah...! [a quick shift and he's rocked up on his knees, his hand finding jason's forearm for momentary balance then sizhui lifts the edge of his dress, hooks the waistband of his leggings and carefully works them off each leg, tosses them over his shoulder once he manages.
and once his attention is back on the two of them, it takes all his willpower to not grin like a fool; dick's hand has disappeared up jason's shirt, probably searching for a reaction and likely spreading spilled alcoholic slush. okay, so maybe he smiles a little in spite of himself but.] Yes, [then he reaches for jason's hand, laces their fingers together, tugtugtugs for incentive.] You're much too far away still.
[with that, he scoots back the faintest amount on dick's thighs and dips forward, brushes his mouth over the man's abdomen, lapping up some sweet stickiness off his skin.]
[sizhui hears him, of course he does, and he has to hold his own breath to make certain he doesn't do anything ridiculous. is dick thinking about them? about what he and jason did back home, how he'd given one of the most important parts of himself? the hand not holding his phone lifts, cups around his mouth, breath exhaling slow and steady from his nose. perhaps, if they're both lucky, he'll tell. besides, is there really something so wrong when thinking about it? (inappropriate thoughts aside.)
honestly, he almost prefers it because having to explain how strict his clan is feels odd. and also a bit worrisome, but something tells him dick might understand.]
Let me ask you something, [he begins, adjusting his position so he's propped against the arm of the couch, legs drawn up, free hand on his midsection again.] Do you think kissing someone is punishable?
honestly, he almost prefers it because having to explain how strict his clan is feels odd. and also a bit worrisome, but something tells him dick might understand.]
Let me ask you something, [he begins, adjusting his position so he's propped against the arm of the couch, legs drawn up, free hand on his midsection again.] Do you think kissing someone is punishable?
[ if anyone worried that dick's morals were too good to be caught up in this, that concern is dead and buried. he's so into this and jason can barely believe it. so fucking into it, he's spilling his drink, the sugary cold dripping down onto dick's naked chest where jason's eyes inevitably linger. he has to swallow the growing lump in his throat, all kinds of messed up turned on when he's spent too much of his life jerking off over dick grayson like it's a goddamn shame. and now this is happening? unreal.
he sucks in a breath that comes out as an amused snort when sizhui doesn't waste time in working his leggings off his legs like this is normal. he holds his arm for leverage, keeps steady in dick's lap while he strips down to just his dress, flashing naked legs everything. god, he's done nothing but put on a show. jason's pretty sure he knows a couple chinese men that would lose their minds if they knew how jason had corrupted him.
despite his mouth, it's still a shocker when dick reaches for him. he shivers a little when dick's hand creeps under his shirt, smearing cold drippy sugary mess on him that has him sucking in another gasp twisted with a sharp, hiss. his ears catch and latch onto that groan from dick, his eyes flitting up from the spill dripping down dick's naked chest up to his eyes as he's tugged forward. sizhui chimes in that he's too far away, echoing dick and that's -- despite mouthing off, he didn't think dick would want him closer. guess he was wrong. he exhales a breathless, rough chuckle and steadies himself on the back of the sofa, leaning in, gaze dipping down to dick's mouth. he leans in close enough their breath is mingling, so fucking close he's teasing himself.
then he pulls away from both of them, chuckling as he walks backwards. ] You guys know there's a whole damn bed waiting on us, right? That can actually fit us? [ he pulls his shirt over his head before turning away, hopefully leading the way back to the bedroom. ]
he sucks in a breath that comes out as an amused snort when sizhui doesn't waste time in working his leggings off his legs like this is normal. he holds his arm for leverage, keeps steady in dick's lap while he strips down to just his dress, flashing naked legs everything. god, he's done nothing but put on a show. jason's pretty sure he knows a couple chinese men that would lose their minds if they knew how jason had corrupted him.
despite his mouth, it's still a shocker when dick reaches for him. he shivers a little when dick's hand creeps under his shirt, smearing cold drippy sugary mess on him that has him sucking in another gasp twisted with a sharp, hiss. his ears catch and latch onto that groan from dick, his eyes flitting up from the spill dripping down dick's naked chest up to his eyes as he's tugged forward. sizhui chimes in that he's too far away, echoing dick and that's -- despite mouthing off, he didn't think dick would want him closer. guess he was wrong. he exhales a breathless, rough chuckle and steadies himself on the back of the sofa, leaning in, gaze dipping down to dick's mouth. he leans in close enough their breath is mingling, so fucking close he's teasing himself.
then he pulls away from both of them, chuckling as he walks backwards. ] You guys know there's a whole damn bed waiting on us, right? That can actually fit us? [ he pulls his shirt over his head before turning away, hopefully leading the way back to the bedroom. ]
[ Sizhui’s soft breath sifts through the phone, and the warm, intimate sound has his eyes falling open as he drops his head back down. His thoughts drift along with an ease coursing through his body from the alcohol, simple and unguarded. ]
Kissing someone? [ His voice is low and quiet, a pause conveying his confusion before he answers. ] No, I don’t—not by any rules I know of. Were you—do you think it’s punishable?
Kissing someone? [ His voice is low and quiet, a pause conveying his confusion before he answers. ] No, I don’t—not by any rules I know of. Were you—do you think it’s punishable?
[while he waits for an answer, his attention flickers to the styrofoam cup nearby, half-lidded eyes considering before he shifts to pick it up. sizhui sucks down the remaining liquid, sets it aside on the floor then leans back again.]
Not at all, [he answers truthfully.] And yet, I was still punished for it. [just to answer the half-question dick about asked there, but here's something that might be a curveball.] If I said I want to kiss you, however, would that be punishable?
Not at all, [he answers truthfully.] And yet, I was still punished for it. [just to answer the half-question dick about asked there, but here's something that might be a curveball.] If I said I want to kiss you, however, would that be punishable?
It's been a long goddamn day full of grading and if he hears one more smartass quote another wikipedia article, Jiang Cheng swears he's going to just fail the entire class on purpose.
He'd already gotten rid of the maroon waistcoat and pulled his violet tie loose. Hell, he'd even unbuttoned the top few buttons of his lavender button down. Doesn't matter. Wei Wuxian's already left for the day and his is the only light on in the entire department. It's late. The last classes of the day had already been dismissed and fuck if Jiang Cheng has forty papers to still get through in the next few days.
He could also be frustrated because of Wei Wuxian's jailbait like student who keeps showing up like he walked out of a goddamn Lolita novel. Cherry lollipops, innocent bends here and there, asking him questions even when he's not in his class.
He curses and gets up, pacing his office like a caged tiger.
He'd already gotten rid of the maroon waistcoat and pulled his violet tie loose. Hell, he'd even unbuttoned the top few buttons of his lavender button down. Doesn't matter. Wei Wuxian's already left for the day and his is the only light on in the entire department. It's late. The last classes of the day had already been dismissed and fuck if Jiang Cheng has forty papers to still get through in the next few days.
He could also be frustrated because of Wei Wuxian's jailbait like student who keeps showing up like he walked out of a goddamn Lolita novel. Cherry lollipops, innocent bends here and there, asking him questions even when he's not in his class.
He curses and gets up, pacing his office like a caged tiger.
Even after his last class, Lan Sizhui had stayed behind in the lab, waving all his friends on while he continued with dissecting plants and dyeing cells, examining things underneath microscopes, writing down each and every note necessary to the project due the next morning. Chamomile flowers with their anxiolytic and sedative properties for anxiety and relaxation; Echinacea for treating or preventing colds, flu, and infections, and for wound healing. Milk thistle, Saint John's wort, and a whole other handful of flora they've been studying for weeks on end in preparation for this upcoming quiz. (Ginseng, he's learned, is not only another cure-all, but an aphrodisiac as well? Fascinating—)
He's tired though, bleary-eyed from squinting into eyepieces, twisting lens and switching out multitudes of slides, he finally figures it's time to call it a night.
As Sizhui's wandering down the hall, however, he notices one lone light still on; Jiang Cheng's, of course, and in spite of his earlier decision to head back to his dorm, who is he to pass up such a golden opportunity? They – he, mostly, let's be real – have been doing this tentative dance for a few weeks now, a slow baiting with Sizhui waiting for the perfect moment, which has presented itself tonight of all evenings.
Unfortunately, he hasn't got any lollipops, but he does have a watermelon hard-candy he pops into his mouth after slipping out of his oversized hoodie and deftly twisting his hair back in a messy half bun, leaving him looking comfortably mussed in white skinny-style jeans and an azure, buttery-soft long-sleeved knit tunic.
He approaches the door, tucks the sweatshirt into his arms, squares his shoulders then gently raps on the door, doing everything within his power to fight back the smirk attempting to creep across his features. Not yet, he thinks, not until you get inside.
He's tired though, bleary-eyed from squinting into eyepieces, twisting lens and switching out multitudes of slides, he finally figures it's time to call it a night.
As Sizhui's wandering down the hall, however, he notices one lone light still on; Jiang Cheng's, of course, and in spite of his earlier decision to head back to his dorm, who is he to pass up such a golden opportunity? They – he, mostly, let's be real – have been doing this tentative dance for a few weeks now, a slow baiting with Sizhui waiting for the perfect moment, which has presented itself tonight of all evenings.
Unfortunately, he hasn't got any lollipops, but he does have a watermelon hard-candy he pops into his mouth after slipping out of his oversized hoodie and deftly twisting his hair back in a messy half bun, leaving him looking comfortably mussed in white skinny-style jeans and an azure, buttery-soft long-sleeved knit tunic.
He approaches the door, tucks the sweatshirt into his arms, squares his shoulders then gently raps on the door, doing everything within his power to fight back the smirk attempting to creep across his features. Not yet, he thinks, not until you get inside.
There’s a rap on his door and Jiang Cheng makes his way over, pulling the door open with a snarl on his face and a growl ready in his throat at who would dare to interrupt him.
“...Professor Wei has already gone home for the night, young master Lan,” he grunts, waving the kid off.
The door opens and Sizhui smiles politely up at the man, doe-eyed and looking almost too innocent for this to be merely a coincidence (Almost.) He lifts his free arm, rests his hand against the doorframe, just in case Jiang Cheng gets the idea of closing him out.
“That's alright,” he reassures. “Perhaps you can help me instead? See, I had a few questions about school events that may need to be chaperoned...” Rubbish, but if it gets him inside, that's what matters.
“That's alright,” he reassures. “Perhaps you can help me instead? See, I had a few questions about school events that may need to be chaperoned...” Rubbish, but if it gets him inside, that's what matters.
“Busy?” he echoes questioningly, lips pursed tight afterward. Sizhui rolls the candy in his mouth while waiting for him to move then he slips inside, nudging the door shut behind him, softly remarking, “Didn't really sound that way.”
Because he could hear him pacing. Faintly, of course, but nevertheless. “It sounded more like you were walking around.”
Because he could hear him pacing. Faintly, of course, but nevertheless. “It sounded more like you were walking around.”
“I forget that pacing is a leisurely activity for you kids,” he snorts, sarcasm dripping from his every word.
He frowns when the kid kicks his door closed. Sizhui , right? He crosses his arms and leans against his desk. He’s too old and too tired for this.
“What do you want, young master Lan?”
He rolls his eyes before he's able to stop himself, but is thankfully tactful enough to incline his head when he does so. “I've noticed that when people are pacing, it's because they're stressed.”
After he's sure his expression has relaxed again, Sizhui glances up, bites down on his cheek as he gives Jiang Cheng a brief once-over, considers his loosened tie, the open buttons on his shirt. Wasn't he wearing something else, too? Yes, in maroon; a waistcoat he's obviously lost somewhere in his high-strung state.
You, is what he considers saying aloud. Instead, Sizhui's shuffling toward the desk, reaching to slide a few papers aside. “I already told you what I want,” he remarks, casting the professor a sideways glance before turning back. “But perhaps I can help you instead... Who wrote this? It's like it was copied straight from a Wikipedia page.” A beat while his eyes momentarily narrow then he chuckles, “Actually, that's exactly what this is, almost word for word.”
After he's sure his expression has relaxed again, Sizhui glances up, bites down on his cheek as he gives Jiang Cheng a brief once-over, considers his loosened tie, the open buttons on his shirt. Wasn't he wearing something else, too? Yes, in maroon; a waistcoat he's obviously lost somewhere in his high-strung state.
You, is what he considers saying aloud. Instead, Sizhui's shuffling toward the desk, reaching to slide a few papers aside. “I already told you what I want,” he remarks, casting the professor a sideways glance before turning back. “But perhaps I can help you instead... Who wrote this? It's like it was copied straight from a Wikipedia page.” A beat while his eyes momentarily narrow then he chuckles, “Actually, that's exactly what this is, almost word for word.”
“Those papers are not for your review, young master Lan,” he snaps. “So you don’t need to tell me if an article has been wikipediad or not.”
What is this kid playing at? Jiang Cheng scrubs a hand over his face. He needs sleep. He needs. Well he needs an outlet. With young master Lan rolling some kind of candy alohn the inside of his cheek, his brain supplemented images happily do what else could distend those smooth, pale, cheeks.
“Perhaps not, but they were written by my peers, so I am certain I've already read at least half of these.” Keeping in mind how many people constantly come to him for help with their work, after all.
The longer he looks, the more he realizes, “To be honest, I have a pretty good idea who wrote this nonsense.” Not that he's really concerned, Sizhui's simply providing a diversion, biding his time, shifting ever-so-slightly closer to Jiang Cheng's side and tipping his head with consideration. “This isn't what you need though, is it?”
The longer he looks, the more he realizes, “To be honest, I have a pretty good idea who wrote this nonsense.” Not that he's really concerned, Sizhui's simply providing a diversion, biding his time, shifting ever-so-slightly closer to Jiang Cheng's side and tipping his head with consideration. “This isn't what you need though, is it?”
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