houseofsushi | lan sizhui ♪ the untamed (open post)

And Sizhui lets himself be drawn closer, half-lidded gaze unwavering, the softest, watermelon-tainted breath puffing across Jiang Cheng's face. He'd known there would be some reaction, but he hadn't expected something so ferociously straightforward. Honestly, what he'd anticipated, was the professor tumbling him off the desk flat onto his ass, and yet—

His lips press tight, teeth clamping down on the ever-shrinking hard-candy, though it somehow does not break. He also knew the rules and of all the ones to break? This was the one he's oh-so-willing to stick his neck out for because something drew him to Jiang Cheng; something he still can't put his finger, but it seems like he's understanding a little more now. First, the response is a faint nod, then he swallows hard a second time before acknowledging, “Yes, professor, I understand.”

“You should be answering that as yes Sir but I’ll let it slide for now.”

He tugs Sizhui, moving him so that the youth could kneel near the edge of his desk. He moves papers out of the way, stacking them up on the far side so that they would gremlin safe.

“Go ahead. Show me that pretty little cock of yours. Is it hard already? I bet it is. I bet you’re just dying for me to touch it.”

He nods with understanding at the correction, noting it for later use, which won't be too long from now. His cock sure isn't getting any softer because of it, though.

Being tugged coaxes Sizhui into moving to the desk's edge, his hands instinctively reaching to grip it because while he doesn't think Jiang Cheng will let him fall, it's one of those ‘just in case’ sort of things. At least until the older man tells him to undress.

Oh, this is really happening... but what's the catch? “Yes, sir.” He shifts, reaches for the button on his jeans, exhaling a sigh of relief once it pops open, slender fingers dipping into the sides to start working them off his hips, over the curve of his ass, down pale, creamy thighs, revealing the pretty white panties underneath. Jiang Cheng was right, his dick is already hard, straining against the lace, leaking precum from a little manhandling. “I am... mmn.” So much so, it's quite tempting to touch himself, but he resists (for now) and begins removing the undergarments, too. Slower, even, in case Jiang Cheng wants him to wait for whatever godforsaken reason.

White. Lace. Panties. His grip tightens as his breath quickens. His own slacks feel tight but he remains control of the situation. No, he’s not going to touch him.

“This a little gift for me? Let’s make them not so pristine. Stroke yourself slowly through it. Don’t touch the head. I want to see if you can soak your panties. Does that lace feel good against your cock, little one?”

Sizhui bites his lower lip to keep from outright grinning, but the left side of his face quirks faintly anyway with the knowledge that he's just laid out a huge trump card. He darts his attention toward Jiang Cheng's hands, watches them grip tighter then tilts his gaze back up, heartbeat skipping at the sound of his breath catching like that.

“Do you like them?” he asks breathily, resettling the waistband low on his hips. “I thought you might, that's part of why I bought them.” Holding steady with one hand, the other dips between his thighs, palming his cock through the lacework, deliberate in avoiding the head like he'd been told. “Mmhmm,” comes the slow drawl, the hand stabilizing him on the desk reaching to lift his shirt and tuck it underneath his chin so Jiang Cheng can get a better view. “You make me so wet, professor Jiang... it's a wonder I get anything done after I see you on campus.”

He stands to give Sizhui a better balance on his desk.

"Aren't I the lucky one, then?" he asks lowly by his ear. "That you got yourself all dressed up for me. You got yourself leaking for me and you're giving me such a nice little show, sweetheart. How long have you been wanting this, huh?" he asks.

Jiang Cheng keeps his grip in Sizhui's long locks, careful to watch as he seems to sink so easily into this role. Too far and he'll be ready to bring the young man out of a sub drop. He keeps his voice low and growling near Sizhui's ear.

"Did you practice this for me, baby? All alone, frigging your cock until you ruin your panties? How many of them have you ruined so far?"

Oh, thank goodness, he wasn't sure how well his balance would hold being bent over like so, but this helps immensely.

That, and having Jiang Cheng near his ear makes him shudder, has goosebumps rising on his skin at such a simple, yet still so very intimate gesture. “Too long,” Sizhui pouts, giving him the faintest, playful nudge. “You've made me wait so long. You are lucky I'm still nice enough to do this for you, diligent enough to wear pretty little things every day until you finally gave in.”

He inhales sharply when his wrist twists upward, lets out a quivering sigh beside the older man's head after stroking back down, fingers momentarily squeezing around the base of his cock as the slickness in his underwear spreads.

“Yes. At least three pairs,” he admits, face flushing hotly. “Do you know how hard it is to do that with the nosy roommate I have? How careful I need to be when doing laundry or else he'll see the things I've collected for your eyes and yours only?”

"Did you really collect so many pretty things just to wear for me? Maybe you've got garters to go with these panties. Must be uncomfortable sitting in class like this," he murmurs along his cheek. "Would be worse if you were to wear one of those remote ones. Then I could just edge you while I'm lecturing. Or maybe edge you to the brink and leave you there all day. Or when you have a paper to present. Maybe you could wear a plug that does that. Wouldn't you like that? Something to fill you and buzz away to make your cock strain against the lace like it is now?"

He licks his lips but stays steady.

"Do you think you could come like this, sweetheart?" he growls. "Ruin those panties for me, baby. Let me see you come. And maybe, maybe I'll touch you next week."

“Uh-huuuh.” This is enough of an answer toward all of that, but he continues after catching his breath, brief incoherency pushed aside. “I have. I can't wait to show them to you, especially a few in particular. And rest assured, some absolutely have garters.” Even thinking about it makes him squirm harder, has his fingers tightening around his cock while he starts stroking again, a little unsteady. The way Jiang Cheng talks like he's done this before, like he really has been waiting for this day, it's so much of a turn-on, he could easily come just listening to him talk. “Should I be looking at sex toys next time, then? I know exactly where to go, would have no qualms bringing them to you or writhing in my seat during the middle of class because of it.”

Imagining the willpower it would take to maintain composure while presenting a paper, however, makes his knees quiver so hard, he has to reach his free hand to clutch Jiang Cheng's shoulder and hold himself upright.

“I can... I-I will.” Sizhui nods fleetingly, works his hand faster, already near enough it doesn't take much to send him over the edge, to have him spilling against his panties with a breathless gasp at the thought of being touched by the man he's pined after for so long.

He continues to hold Sizhui firmly as he ruins the lace garment, whispering a litany of praises in his ear.

"Good boy, such a good boy. That's it. That's good, sweetheart. You're doing so well. You're so hot like this. Careful, slow down so you don't hurt yourself. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, now would I?"

As soon as the gasps slow down, Jiang Cheng gently scoops Sizhui off of his desk and into his chair before walking over to the mini fridge and getting a water bottle. It'll do for now. He twists off the top and holds it up for Sizhui to take small sips.

"Easy...small sips. That's a good kitten. Don't overwhelm yourself. You did so well."

He sinks against Jiang Cheng's shoulder, still stroking, riding out the orgasm with those sweet words being murmured beside his head. Sizhui only slows because he's told to, inhaling deep, measured breaths and sighing them out until his breathing has leveled into something more normal.

Even after the winddown, he's almost certain there is another moment where his cock twitches, further wetting the lace just from being gently talked down. And when he is suddenly lifted off the desk, Sizhui's not messy hand catches Jiang Cheng's shoulder, holds tight all the way to being set back down where he only lets go because the man withdraws, moves to the nearby mini-fridge for— water? That's new, being taken care of, but he likes it.

After accepting the bottle, he drinks small mouthfuls, half-lidded eyes focused upward while he does. He bites his lower lip, considering, then he dares asking, “So well that you'll keep your word of maybe touching me next time, sir?”

"Maybe," he promises.

He strokes along Sizhui's hair.

"I need you to keep sipping that water, all right? The entire bottle."

Jiang Cheng gets up again and roots around the drawer he designates as his personal snack drawer. The one that Wei Wuxian likes to steal from and comes back with a packet of biscuits. He wrinkles his nose. The best he can do on short notice. He opens the package and holds up the chocolate chip cookie to him.

"Nibble on this. Small bites, all right?"

Once Sizhui takes the cookie, he wipes his hand on his trousers and runs his fingers through Sizhui's hair again, making sure that his eyes are focusing and he's relaxing. Jiang Cheng crouches and pulls down Sizhui's pants, then gingerly peels off the soiled panties before grabbing a tissue to clean up the mess as best he could. Once Sizhui's mostly clean, he pulls up the white jeans again, carefully tucking Sizhui in and buttoning him up. The panties, however, slip into Jiang Cheng's pocket.

Good enough. He absently leans into the hand stroking his hair, humming contentedly, sipping from the bottle every few minutes.

Really? The whole thing? He doesn't question it outright though, just keeps right on drinking, gaze darting after Jiang Cheng when he goes to rummage through one of the drawers. With the faintest head-tilt, Sizhui considers the package, an eyebrow initially lifting with partial confusion then both of them hike toward his hairline once he's presented with a chocolate chip cookie of all things.

Sugar is somewhat of a weakness for him and the fact this is what he's being offered, it's a little too ironic. Like Jiang Cheng knew exactly what to do in this moment. Again, he fights back the urge to ask, takes the snack and breaks it in half, starting on one bit first.

He sighs softly once Jiang Cheng's hand returns to his hair, nudges up against it like an affectionate kitten seeking more attention, becoming more focused with each passing minute. However, when the man kneels down in front of him, removes his jeans and panties, takes the necessary time to clean him up before oh-so-carefully helping him back into his pants, Sizhui can't help the momentary astonishment that overtakes his expression; he has only ever given himself aftercare and, being real, it probably hasn't been the best. Seeing Jiang Cheng tuck the lacy undergarments away in his pocket makes him bite his lip, features softening into a smile, something more playful.

“Guess I'll have to buy a new pair, hm?”

He gives him a hard look, one that allows no nonsense.

"Finish your packet of cookies and water and we'll talk."

As they should have before any of this. He walks over to the couch. A love seat really that he managed to squeeze into the small office. He grabs the blanket off of it, lotuses and purples woven into the soft thickness of it, and carefully tucks it around Sizhui. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

Blinking faintly then nodding, Sizhui does as told, focuses on eating and drinking, slowly but surely finishing the cookies first, lingering a moment on the remaining bit of water.

He continues watching Jiang Cheng, becoming more and more surprised by how kind he actually is rather than the usual hard-ass front he has up when in professor mode. Thankfully, he's quite skilled in the art of steeling his expression, even when the man returns with a soft, warm blanket that he doesn't hesitate burying into once it's wrapped around him.

With the bottle finally finished, he shifts, sets it aside on the desk and ducks back into the comforter, doe-eyed as he meets Jiang Cheng's gaze, waits patiently for him to say something, anything.

"How are you feeling?" he asks.

He crouches down before Sizhui, watching his eyes and his features. Doe eyed. He gives a soft laugh. God, what had he gotten himself into? Once he gets confirmation that Sizhui had come back out of sub space, then he'll be comfortable with...who knows whatever this. He reaches and runs his fingers through the dark locks again.

"And yes, you'll need to buy a new pair because you're not going to get this back."

“Okay,” comes automatically, but then he tacks on, “I'm still a little tired, though I feel good.” That's somewhat better, at least.

His hands reach to grab the edges of the blanket, momentarily opening so he can free his arms before he retucks them, shivering faintly despite the warmth. Sizhui smiles again at the sound of Jiang Cheng's light laughter, an amused little snicker passing his own lips when the man confirms what he'd mentioned earlier.

Again, he lifts a hand, lets his fingertips drift across the soft skin of Jiang Cheng's wrist. “Good, I want you to keep them. Think about me every now and then when you're... leisurely pacing.” For God's sake, Sizhui, please.

It takes all of him not to retract his hand as if burnt. The touch is soft and Jiang Cheng eventually relaxes into it.

"You've got to be well enough to tease," he snorts. "Once you feel better, you need to go back to your dorm, take a shower, and have a cup of tea before going to sleep. Do you understand me?"

He speaks firmly, not harshly. Not like his professor voice. How long had it been since he had someone to--They shouldn't talk about this. They should just leave whatever just happened as a happy memory if it happens only once.

The moment he does, Sizhui's fingers apply somewhat firmer pressure, sliding up and around to gently hook his arm, the pad of his thumb still thoughtlessly rubbing. Here's hoping it's as comforting as Jiang Cheng brushing through his hair.

He bites his cheek, stifling another grin though not entirely, given the way his lips quirk slightly at the edges. With a nod, he acknowledges, “Yes, sir.” All the while considering if he really, truly wants to move.

Something, another sensation he can't explain, tells him to do it without question, even though it means he'll have to go somewhere for tea before heading back. “Although... mmn, it's going to be difficult, removing myself from such a comfortable spot.” As if emphasis is needed, Sizhui sinks down into the comforter again and slumps back against the chair with a contented sigh.

A snort as he stands again.

"You can't sleep in my office. Even I don't sleep in my office, despite what my students might think."

He narrows his eyes at him. Did this kid not know anything about coming out of sub space? Or aftercare? Jiang Cheng goes back to the drawer and pulls out a few packets of green tea bags, putting it where Sizhui's bag lay forgotten. He then turns his attention to the brat that's curled up in his chair like the cat that got the cream.

"One full cup of tea. Boil it hot then let it get to however warm you like it," he instructs.

Albeit with some reluctance, his hand loosens from the man's wrist, lowers back to his side, fingertips playing along the edge of the blanket. “Are you sure? What else is the loveseat for?”

He really, truly wants to make an inappropriate comment... but he'll resist for now.

Surprising no one, of course, he doesn't know a single thing about proper aftercare, aside from what he's looked up. Even then, he's never experienced it before, so this is all new stuff to take in and admittedly, it's not overwhelming or anything, but he does wonder: what did he do to deserve it? Besides cream his panties like a good little boy, anyway.

But the way Jiang Cheng is talking, mandating him to take care of himself, educating him in the art of aftercare, it's almost like— Sizhui perks with the sudden realization, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Is this some kind of ‘Daddy’ thing?”

That flusters him.

"This is a you've trespassed into my office at an odd hour of the day thing," he snaps.

Though there is no heat behind his words. This thing. What is this thing? This is a one time thing. That's what Jiang Cheng is telling himself. And damn it, if Sizhui smirking like that and saying Daddy isn't going to go straight into his memory to use later on. He takes a deep breath, slow and steady, and lets it out.

"You are very aware there are rules in place for professors and students to not collude or do anything remotely like we just did. There are strict punishments for that kind of shit. And rightly so to make sure that professors aren't taking advantage of their students."

Good. The boy ducks a little lower, hiding his grin behind the blanket, even when he gently corrects.

“Actually,” he teases, “you let me in.”

Meanwhile, Sizhui straightens after the acknowledgment, readjusts the warm comforter again, shifting until he's sitting on the edge of the chair with the toes of his sneakers barely balanced on the floor. His gaze stays locked on Jiang Cheng, completely unwavering, eyeing the way he measuredly inhales and exhales, a silent revelation if he's ever seen one. He liked that, didn't he?

“I am aware, yes, and if anyone took advantage... I'd have to say, it was probably me.” Considering and all. Not that he regrets it, he'd do it again and again (and for however long they could get away with it, honestly). “Nobody but you and I need to know, though.” He moves to stand, slinks toward the taller male until they're barely a few inches away, his face tilted toward Jiang Cheng's while he adds, “I'm able to keep a secret if you are.”

He draws himself to his full height when Sizhui seemingly slinks over to where he is.

"Until you get bored."

He is stony faced when he says this. Jiang Cheng then frowns deeply when he considers that Sizhui seemed shocked at the aftercare and crosses his arms and looking at him in the eyes. Someone like Sizhui could be easily taken advantage of if they aren't guided through the world with a particularly understanding Dom--No. No, he should not even entertain the idea. Jiang Cheng stands firm.

"Go back to your dorm. Take a shower. Put on your comfiest pajamas. Have the cup of tea," he says firmly.

That makes him giggle, an amused, airy little thing which hardly qualifies as a laugh while he lifts one hand and gently taps Jiang Cheng's chin.

“Give yourself – and me! – some credit, professor. I'm not so easily deterred.”

He can't speak for Jiang Cheng, but from what he can tell, the man is far more interested than he's letting on. Sizhui slides the blanket from his shoulders, dragging it deliberately over the side of his neck, well-aware it'll rub off some of the perfume lingering there, then he reaches out and tosses the fabric over Jiang Cheng's shoulders, settling the ends against his chest. He drops flat back onto his feet after, does a neat heel-turn, goes to collect his discarded bag along with the sweatshirt that'd been dropped onto the floor during their activities.

Once he's resituated, hoodie back on and the bag over his shoulder, Sizhui removes a bottle, gives himself a quick spritz or two before placing the item back into one of the outer pockets on the satchel and heading toward the door. It's tugged open and, “As you wish,” is what he says, but following a brief pause and a half-lidded glance over his shoulder, “Daddy.” Then he slips out, making sure to close the door behind him.

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