houseofsushi | lan sizhui ♪ the untamed (open post)

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.

A couple hours is more than enough time for him to get ready and arrive at Jiang Cheng's apartment promptly.

And ‘getting ready’ doesn't include much, just a quick change of clothes into a comfortable pullover and some skin-tight jeans with a little something underneath. He dabs his lips with red-tinted cherry lipgloss, tugs all his hair back into a messy updo then heads out without any more interruptions. However, once Sizhui arrives, he does momentarily linger at the door, second-guessing how he's planning to move forward with this. It could get them both into a whole helluva lot of trouble, but that's only if someone finds out, right?

Right. After a quick, steadying breath, he draws a hand from his pocket and raps his knuckles against the door. Nobody has to know, he reminds himself, much like he'd done to Jiang Cheng before.

He opens the door, having dressed down from work. Jiang Cheng is just in dark grey slacks and the maroon button down today with the sleeves rolled up to his upper forearms and the first few buttons unbuttoned. He doesn't say a word and steps aside to let Sizhui in. He shuts the door behind the young man. Firm, Jiang Cheng. You've got to be firm.

"Young master Lan, there are a lot of rules at Cloud Recesses," he begins.

The door swings open and Sizhui's mouth is immediately dry at the sight before him; Jiang Cheng, dressed far more comfortably, though no less attractive in his slacks and deep purplish-red buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled. Thank Gods, the man moves aside so he can hurry inside, swallowing thickly in an attempt to clear the sudden golfball-sized lump trying to suffocate him. What the hell is it about rolled sleeves, anyway?

He makes a show of glancing around, back still turned to Jiang Cheng, at least until he starts talking. “I know,” comes the as-a-matter-of-fact response. “But we aren't there right now, are we?” And as he asks, he turns to face him, both hands curled in his sweater, barely tugging the hem up off his waist.

He remains unmoved. Jiang Cheng leans against the closed door, arms crossed in front of his chest, watching Sizhui.

"We're not. But I hold myself up to that same code of ethics. If anyone found out, I would be fired. You'd be expelled. That's just the surface. Hell, someone could sue me for thinking that I seduced you and none of this is consensual."

He runs a hand through his hair. Damnit.

He's very nearly revealing the pretty little flowers hidden underneath his clothes, and yet he hesitates at the sight of Jiang Cheng's nervousness. Both arms fall back to Sizhui's sides, head faintly tilting, his own expression creasing with concern.

“Jiang Cheng,” he starts, moving toward him, hands firmly glued beside his hips despite the ever-present urge to touch him. “For one, I will never, ever say that what we're doing isn't consensual. No matter how terrible a fight we could possibly have, that can ruin someone's life, even more so than you getting fired and myself getting expelled.”

Keeping distance between them that's still respectable, Sizhui straightens further, making certain to meet Jiang Cheng's eyes the whole time when he speaks, “What happened back in your office, nobody will know, I swear to you.” A beat before he continues, undeterred. “And whatever we do here, if we do anything, it won't leave the apartment. This doesn't have to be anything more than the two of us meeting up and just. Relieving some stress, okay?” Another brief pause and his hands slip into the pockets of his sweatshirt. “But if you aren't comfortable, I'll leave and we can act like nothing ever happened because I won't force you into something you don't want, either.”

He lets a heartbeat's worth of silence hang between them. Another. Then another.

This is a bad idea. This has bad idea and lawsuit written all over it. This has him losing his tenure, his position, his standing anywhere to be employable as a professor. He looks into Sizhui's eyes - eager, confident, wanting. He's not under 18. He's somewhere in his twenties.

"...there are ground rules that we need to set," he says. "It's clear from the last time, you've just read about a lot of things on the internet and haven't had a real experience with a Dom." He curses quietly and runs a hand through his hair. "All right, make yourself comfortable."

His pulse is racing, he can feel it; the dull throb at his wrists, the whoosh of blood in his ears, his throat tightening more and more by the minute. Yet Sizhui still holds firm, eye-contact never breaking, a steady reminder that he's absolutely, one-hundred-percent serious about this.

Perhaps if he were younger, it'd be extra taboo, but he's twenty-two now. Plenty old enough to make his own decisions and far above the legal age limit of consent without it being too questionable.

Again, he exhales a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, unable to stop a pleased grin from coming across his face, circumstances aside. “You're right.” Both about ground rules and him only knowing what he does because of the internet. Sizhui's hands slide from his pockets as he heads toward the couch, resting flat across his thighs once he's perched himself on the cushion, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, prepared to listen. “I'm ready to know more, though.”

What is he doing? Why is he doing this? He watches as Sizhui practically bounces over to the couch and eager as anything to hear what he has to say. Jiang Cheng breathes through it and makes his way over, sitting on the ottoman in front of it, looking at Sizhui. He rests his elbows on his knees and watches him carefully.

"You need to tell me what you are not comfortable with, what you want to explore, and what you feel your limits are. I will push those limits here and there. You also will need both a word and a motion to tell me that you need to stop. You can use stop. Or we can use the light system; red to stop and you're not okay, yellow to tell me that you're starting to feel uncomfortable, and green to let me know you want to keep going."

Is it because it's something they both want and, as two able-bodied adults who are capable of making their own decisions, maybe need to relieve the stress of daily life every now and then? He curls his fingers into his palms, rubs his fists against his thighs, attempting to curb the eagerness he has to reach out and pull Jiang Cheng closer.

“Well... there's the more obvious, disgusting stuff? And I don't want too much pain, don't want to be cut, don't want to be beaten. Otherwise, I'm pretty open to a lot of things and have always considered myself to be experimental.” He hums thoughtfully, considers the options that are being offered. “The light system could work, although I'm unsure what you mean by motion. Like, if I can't talk, I need a gesture instead?”

He nods.

"If you can't talk, and you might not be able to for one reason or another, you can use a gesture. Or we can have you hold onto something and you can drop it as a signal to me that you are not okay," he replies. "You're putting your trust in me. Therefore it's my job to make sure that you are properly looked after. You need to know and remember that, even in a dominant submissive scene, you are the one that is in control. Do you understand?"

‘You might not be able to for one reason or another.’

Oh, Sizhui can think of a few reasons, all of which make his ears flush hotly, but one in particular that makes him bite his tongue so he doesn't say anything inappropriate. This is supposed to be serious, after all, and if he's doing that kinda thing, he's not paying attention. He bobs his head in agreement, shifting despite using every ounce of willpower to remain unmoving. “I understand. Perhaps a gesture, then? I don't know if I trust myself to not drop something on accident in the heat of the moment.”

He nods and raises his right hand, curling his ring and pinky finger in, placing his thumb over the ring finger. His forefinger and middle finger stay close together.

"Use this. As soon as I see you do this, I stop everything and we go straight to aftercare. Can you make this hand signal?"

Following a nod of his own this time, Sizhui lifts the opposite hand, positions his fingers in the same gesture, gaze darting between both their hands. Seems right from what he can tell.

“Like this, yes? Oh, and is aftercare just always what you told me to do, or is it something else?”

"It is whatever is necessary to help you come back to normal and out of a scene," Jiang Cheng explains.

His shoulders relax a little when Sizhui makes the same signal, glad to know that Sizhui is clear on the stop signals.

"We should only meet once a week."

“Okay,” Sizhui acknowledges, showing he understands that, too.

Water and snacks, a shower, his pajamas and tea seemed to do wonders for him afterward, so maybe that will be alright for now?

He lowers the hand back to his lap, laces his fingers together across his thighs. “Once a week is fine.” Even though there's already the tiniest part of him wondering how long ‘once a week’ will actually last.

Once a week. That would be enough before he decides that he's done with it.

"There are different...variations of roles for a Dominant and a submissive. I'm sure you read about it on the internet. Were you interested in those dynamics or would you like to stick to the typical Sir and submissive roles?" he asks. "Anytime we meet, I will assume that you will want to start a scene."

How little Jiang Cheng knows. Or perhaps he sincerely thinks Sizhui will get so easily bored, but won't he be in for a surprise when that isn't the case?

Yes, he's read about it, except he might have already decided what he likes. “I do like ‘Sir,’ but do you have a preference? Admittedly, I... wouldn't be against calling you ‘Daddy,’ either.” Sizhui's ears pinken further, though he can't help the fleeting smirk that upticks his lips. “If that isn't the case, should I use the signal?”

He narrows his eyes a little at how Sizhui's ears turn pink or how he smirks. So the scene has started and the game is on. Jiang Cheng Leans closer to him and crooks a finger underneath Sizhui's chin to guide the younger man to look at him in the eyes. Oh he can tell already.

"Use your words," he says, voice taking on a solid, firm tone. "You've already decided what you like. Tell me."

Well then. He blinks lightly as Jiang Cheng moves closer, swallows hard whenever the man tilts his chin up and forces their eyes to meet full-on, momentarily caught off-guard by the sudden shift, but it doesn't take him long to catch on. Sizhui exhales a slow, steadying breath and lets his smile widen somewhat.

“I have,” he accepts without complaint, “but isn't it important what Daddy likes, too?”

"It is. And Daddy likes to make sure his little kitten behaves and follows his instructions. Down the hallway is my bedroom. I want you to go in there and strip. Then I want you to kneel on the bed, with your back facing the door. Can you do that for me?" he asks.

He makes a mental rule for himself: he would not fuck Sizhui. He would not have Sizhui touch him. This is about exploring the boy's kinks, his pleasure. Jiang Cheng is more than happy to get off on the results of it.

His heart leaps so high, Sizhui's almost positive he can taste it. However he manages to keep himself from holding his breath and instantly leaping to his feet, it's a downright miracle, but he does. “Yes, Daddy, I can.” Then he moves to stand, all grace and elegance, careful to avoid bumping Jiang Cheng's legs when he slips past him.

Down the hallway he goes, checking for which room it is, disappearing inside once it's discovered. Although he'd like to take a quick look around, that isn't what he was told to do. So, Sizhui slides his sweatshirt off first and tosses it aside, does the same with his jeans, hesitating a moment with the lingerie. Nah, he took the time to put it on, he wants to witness Jiang Cheng's reaction once he sees what he's wearing. This might prove difficult if he's supposed to have his back to the door, but he does as told nevertheless, clambers up onto the bed, settles on his knees with his legs tucked underneath his rear and his hands in his lap while staying faced away.

He gives himself a full minute and a half of a count before he starts to make his way to the bedroom. Jiang Cheng has to take several slow deep breaths to make sure he gets into the right space for it and believe that this is really happening right now. He walks in to see Sizhui kneeling on his bed, almost pale against the deep violet comforter. It makes the pinks, the oranges, and yellows of the lingerie that Sizhui is wearing stand out even more brightly. He strides purposefully toward him and sits down on a chair nearby.

"You wanna show your pretty lingerie off for me?"

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