houseofsushi | lan sizhui ♪ the untamed (open post)

"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.

Jiang Cheng drives home horny. He goes into the shower immediately and jerks himself off, coming in record time as he replays what they had done in his office again and again in his head.

Daddy.

Fuck. That’s what sends him over the edge and gasping. He curses himself. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He’s Wei Wuxian’s student. He’s so much younger. He’s ... fuck, isn’t he also Wangji’s son too? Fuck.

But all his mind helpfully supplied is the look of bliss on his face when Sizhui was told to come, fantasy helpfully filling in Sizhui moaning Daddy. as he comes. Fuck.

And Sizhui returns to his dorm, floating on cloud nine the entire way, red-faced and giddy.

Jingyi, of course, notices his rapturous state, does everything within his power to pry an answer out of his friend, though to no avail. He flutters about while humming delightedly, collecting his shower stuff, clean pajamas, flipping on the electric kettle with its automatic timer, which will allow him plenty of time to wash up and get dressed.

By the time he returns, his roommate is deep in some video game, grumbling into the mic of his headset. Thank goodness, Sizhui sighs, twisting his hair up as his tea steeps. He collects the mug once it's finished, disappears into his bottom bunk with it, thoughts on Jiang Cheng the whole time he drinks. He drifts the emptier his cup gets, somehow manages setting it aside before he actually dozes off, only awakened by the abrupt sound of Jingyi dropping into the bunk above him.

His attention flickers up, considering, then he glances at the clock with faint astonishment. He can't remember the last time he'd fallen asleep so easily and offhandedly wonders if Jiang Cheng is still awake while eyeing his phone from his peripheral. But no, he shouldn't... should he?

He shouldn’t. He doesn’t have Jiang Cheng’s number after all. As far as he was concerned, after Sizhui had conquered him, then that was the end of it despite what the young man had said. He convinces himself that it was a nice memory. That’s all.

Through the week, he treats Sizhui no differently than he had before. Jingyi failed his paper as Jiang Cheng expected. But then Friday rolls around, and he’s packing up his things at the end of the day, wondering why Wei Wuxian even bothers to pay rent for their shared apartment if he stays over at Wangji’s place all the time anyway.

When there is a knock on his door, he heaves a deep sigh. Why.

“This better be important,” he barks out.

No, he doesn't unfortunately, but that isn't stopping him from asking Jingyi, perhaps sending a text to Jin Ling about needing it for class reasons or messaging Wei Wuxian in a whole other attempt. But for now, he lets it be, crashes again shortly thereafter, patiently waits for the end of the week to roll around.

Once it does, Sizhui finishes up early, makes an excuse to his friend group, promises to meet up with them later for whatever they have planned, and makes his way toward Jiang Cheng's office. Today, he's clad in an oversized white cardigan, matching knit pants and a super-soft, high-necked pink bodysuit that's stayed mostly covered throughout the day. As he approaches the door, however, he undoes the few buttons, lets the sweater swing open at the ends when he reaches to knock.

‘This better be important!’ comes from behind it and with a cheeky little grin, Sizhui's hand lowers to the doorknob so he can let himself in.

“Depends on what you consider important, professor Jiang.” Oh, yes, flirt mode set at maximum.

He finishes putting his things away even as the door opens and, of all fucking people, it's Lan Sizhui that lets himself into his office. Jiang Cheng locks up his messenger bag and slings the strap onto his shoulder.

"And what, exactly, is the issue that you just need to discuss with me right after office hours are over, young master Lan?" he asks. "Shouldn't you be out with your friends? It's a friday night."

Damn if Sizhui doesn't look like some kind of wrapped up cupcake. Or candy piece. No. He mentally shakes his head of the thoughts and looks like he's not going to let Sizhui sit down and do...whatever it is. If there is anything. If the young man tries to come after him about something, use last week as a sort of leverage for failing his friend, he's got another thing coming.

His elbow pushes the door shut behind him and he leans against it, head absently tilted, gaze unashamedly sweeping over Jiang Cheng while he continues what he's doing. How is it he can look so effortlessly handsome while doing almost nothing at all? Mmn. It makes Sizhui's shoulders roll with anticipation and they haven't even done anything.

Yet.

“Ah, well, I told them I was busy with something else at the moment.” He pushes off the door, makes a beeline toward the older man, shoulders squared, arms tucked loosely behind his back. “My issue is that I've had something on my mind this entire week. Something I can't seem to shake from my thoughts.”

Because when he essentially told Jiang Cheng he wouldn't get bored, he meant that. Nothing to do with Jingyi's grade or him trying to help his friend out; it has everything to do with him wanting more of what they'd done only a few days ago. Sizhui stops an arms-length away, briefly bridges that distance by reaching out, catching the end of Jiang Cheng's tie, winding it between his first two fingers and giving a little tugtugtug. “See, I was curious... what might we be able to do with proper privacy?”

"Just what the hell are you implying?" he asks lowly when Sizhui seems so determined to get into his personal space.

He absolutely does not jerk forward when Sizhui pulls him by his tie. He unwinds the maroon material from his long fingers and tugs his tie back, straightening and clearing his throat. He fixes his tie again and levels Sizhui with a hard stare. It's a trap. It has to be a trap. There's security cameras around the campus for the safety of the students. And the campus actually does close down at certain points of the night. Jiang Cheng hadn't told security that he would be pulling late hours today.

He chuckles softly, lets the tie be removed from his hold, tucks the arm behind himself again and straightens even further. The smile on his face fades though, replaced with something more serious, something like determination mixed with an odd air of sensibility.

Jiang Cheng scowls and Sizhui holds firm, tilts his chin up, leaving very little distance between their faces, much like he'd done the last time they'd seen each other; just enough room to tease, to let a sugar-tainted sigh pass between them. While most of the cameras are set in places where there aren't many blind spots, he knows quite well what areas to cut through to avoid the most obvious activity, and if anyone were to see them, he's got the perfect excuse: his guardian lives with Jiang Cheng, which is obviously who he'd be going to visit. Expression still steeled, he questioningly lifts an eyebrow and asks in the coyest manner he can muster. “What do you think I'm implying?” Although he doesn't wait for an answer before continuing in a lower murmur, “Take me home with you, Jiang Cheng.”

He would bark out a laugh if he didn't see how serious Sizhui seems to be. Fine. Two can play at this game. He walks back to his desk, scribbling something down on a piece of paper.

"Whatever it is you're implying, I am not interested. We have very strict rules here at Cloud Recesses University. A code of conduct that students and their faculty must uphold. Your friend is only able to earn the grade he has earned because of what he has submitted," he snaps loudly. He hands the piece of paper to Sizhui, bearing his address. "You're keeping me from starting my own goddamn weekend. No amount of begging or pleading can change my mind on the matter. Now get the hell out of my office!"

Sizhui's features do waver this time, a mixture of confusion and curiosity as both eyebrows hike toward his hairline. Though he doesn't move from where he's standing, he shifts somewhat, trying to see what exactly Jiang Cheng's doing at his desk.

Before he can open his mouth and protest, insist that he's not here for that once again, Jiang Cheng holds the paper out, causing him to glance down at it, a slow smirk curving his mouth when he realizes it's an address. He playfully snatches the sheet from his hand, tucks it into the pocket of his sweater, politely inclines his head. “Yes, sir.” Then he does as told, heads back toward the door and hurries out into the hallway. On the way back to his dorm, it's difficult to keep himself under wraps, excitement flaring, his heartbeat jackhammering so hard, he's almost afraid it might crack a rib.

The note also said to be at the address at nine promptly.

Jiang Cheng takes the blessedly empty apartment opportunity to clean it up a little, not that Wei Wuxian ever stayed there for more than a few minutes when Wangji was doing overnight shifts. It had been a while. He's going to sit Sizhui down. Tell him absolutely not. That last time was a lapse in judgement and it's not going to happen again. Not to them, not ever again. There were so many rules, so many things that scream out wrong, wrong wrong.

That's what he's going to tell Sizhui. Firmly.

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