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?”
"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?”
“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.
Sitting and counting the seconds that tick by have his apprehension growing somewhat; it's obvious Jiang Cheng wants the same thing, so hopefully, this isn't some cruel trick. No, he isn't like that. Wouldn't go so far as explaining everything, only to suddenly abandon it. (How do you know?) For some reason, he just does. Sizhui fidgets slightly, wringing his hands until he hears approaching footsteps, which have him letting out a quiet, relieved sigh. See? Everything is fine. A faint smile quirks his lips at the sound of his new dominant getting comfortable, shoulders raising as he straightens.
“I do.” Does he need to ask? Ah. “May I show you?”
With the door closed, it's their own little world here and Jiang Cheng
takes his time to appreciate how beautiful Sizhui actually is.
"Go ahead and show me what you've got, kitten. Show Daddy."
And that sends a thrill through him. One that he hadn't felt with previous
partners. He's had a few dalliances but this...this is different. This is
someone who put his entire trust in Jiang Cheng easily. And even went as
far as dressing up in such pretty things for him. His eyes rake over the
garments, if they could even be called garments. He's assured that they're
just appliques and probably ribbon that's barely held together by mesh.
"Show Daddy what you've been thinking about all week."
He may have a lingering sense of nervousness being like this, positioned in an extremely vulnerable way without them having really done anything of the sort, but he's still far more turned-on than he's ever been with anyone else. Maybe that says something about him? He isn't sure what and is far too preoccupied with other things to think about it too long.
‘Show me what you've got, kitten. Show Daddy.’ Sizhui's pulse is rushing, his head is sort of reeling, yet he swallows carefully, shifts on the bed, plants his hands, and turns so he's facing the older man. Once he is, he perches on the edge of the bed, pretty pink-stockinged feet settled on the floor, hands steady in his lap despite the overwhelming urge to touch his already half-hard cock. His attention is firmly locked on Jiang Cheng's face, determined to memorize every single shift in his expression at the revealed sight.
He clenches his jaw to keep it from dropping when Sizhui reveals the
entirety of the bra and panty set he is wearing and having paired it with
pink stockings as well. His breathing increases a little to see such a
beautiful sight before him.
"I think it's very pretty on you, princess," he murmurs. "But you seem to
be covering yourself up. Come on. Spread those legs for me so I can see all
of it. You want Daddy to see all of his pretty princess, don't you?"
And it takes every single ounce of willpower for Sizhui to not grin like the Cheshire cat. Somehow, he manages, simply locking his hands together and straightening his posture a little more, satisfaction flooding throughout his entire being at the absolutely perfect reaction. Better than he could've imagined, aside from Jiang Cheng losing all control, which he does hope will happen one day.
Princess. Pretty princess. He inhales sharply, licks his lips, nods in agreement. “Of course. I want to be the best princess possible for Daddy.” Unsurprisingly, his cock twitches within the gauzy material of his underwear at both the name and his response, further coaxing him into parting his knees, slow and deliberate, so Jiang Cheng can have everything on full display.
His gaze is glued to his knees as he slowly parts them so that he could see
everything that Sizhui has to offer.
"Do they feel good, princess? Wearing them all day? Your poor little cock's
trapped in that material. We can't have you ruin another pair, now can we?"
he asks, voice lower than it had been when they had been discussing things.
"Have you touched yourself all week? Thinking about what happened last
time? Did you follow Daddy's instructions for aftercare when you got home?"
His own trousers are feeling tight and there's an obvious lump in the dark
grey material. But he keeps his hands away from them, staying aloof as
possible. He isn't going to touch Sizhui. Not yet. The scene is still being
set. He wants to gently lower Sizhui into that sub space.
That only makes him blush harder, knowing Jiang Cheng watches his every move, realizing it's what he wants to do.
“Mmhmm. I like how they feel, so soft against my skin.” Another quivering inhale as he glides his fingertips over his legs, slips them underneath the garters holding his stockings in place, sliding lower to dip his thumbs into where the elastic clings to his thighs and tug them back up into place. “Once a day, at least, and I did... after diverting my roommate's attention. I think that was the first time I've slept properly in months.”
He sighs at the memory, lets his hands skim back upward, over his hips, his waist, along his chest and higher until he can reach to undo his messy bun. Sizhui shakes his hair once it's loose, attention downcasting to Jiang Cheng's erection, lower lip tucked between his teeth. Gods, he wants to touch and be touched in return so badly, but not yet. Not until the moment is right.
Watching the dark locks tumble over Sizhui's shoulders has him even harder.
"That's my princess," he coos. "That makes me happy that you listened to
the aftercare instructions. It makes Daddy very happy to know that it
helped you sleep properly."
Though it makes him concerned he hasn't slept properly in months. Jiang
Cheng leans back in his chair, every inch the haughty Daddy role.
"Did you touch yourself like this too?" he asks. "Tell Daddy how you played
with yourself, sweetheart."
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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."
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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.”
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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."
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“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?”
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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?"
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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.”
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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?"
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“Like this, yes? Oh, and is aftercare just always what you told me to do, or is it something else?”
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"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."
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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.
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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."
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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?”
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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."
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“I have,” he accepts without complaint, “but isn't it important what Daddy likes, too?”
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"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.
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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.
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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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“I do.” Does he need to ask? Ah. “May I show you?”
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With the door closed, it's their own little world here and Jiang Cheng takes his time to appreciate how beautiful Sizhui actually is.
"Go ahead and show me what you've got, kitten. Show Daddy."
And that sends a thrill through him. One that he hadn't felt with previous partners. He's had a few dalliances but this...this is different. This is someone who put his entire trust in Jiang Cheng easily. And even went as far as dressing up in such pretty things for him. His eyes rake over the garments, if they could even be called garments. He's assured that they're just appliques and probably ribbon that's barely held together by mesh.
"Show Daddy what you've been thinking about all week."
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‘Show me what you've got, kitten. Show Daddy.’ Sizhui's pulse is rushing, his head is sort of reeling, yet he swallows carefully, shifts on the bed, plants his hands, and turns so he's facing the older man. Once he is, he perches on the edge of the bed, pretty pink-stockinged feet settled on the floor, hands steady in his lap despite the overwhelming urge to touch his already half-hard cock. His attention is firmly locked on Jiang Cheng's face, determined to memorize every single shift in his expression at the revealed sight.
“What do you think, Daddy? Does it suit me?”
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He clenches his jaw to keep it from dropping when Sizhui reveals the entirety of the bra and panty set he is wearing and having paired it with pink stockings as well. His breathing increases a little to see such a beautiful sight before him.
"I think it's very pretty on you, princess," he murmurs. "But you seem to be covering yourself up. Come on. Spread those legs for me so I can see all of it. You want Daddy to see all of his pretty princess, don't you?"
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Princess. Pretty princess. He inhales sharply, licks his lips, nods in agreement. “Of course. I want to be the best princess possible for Daddy.” Unsurprisingly, his cock twitches within the gauzy material of his underwear at both the name and his response, further coaxing him into parting his knees, slow and deliberate, so Jiang Cheng can have everything on full display.
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His gaze is glued to his knees as he slowly parts them so that he could see everything that Sizhui has to offer.
"Do they feel good, princess? Wearing them all day? Your poor little cock's trapped in that material. We can't have you ruin another pair, now can we?" he asks, voice lower than it had been when they had been discussing things. "Have you touched yourself all week? Thinking about what happened last time? Did you follow Daddy's instructions for aftercare when you got home?"
His own trousers are feeling tight and there's an obvious lump in the dark grey material. But he keeps his hands away from them, staying aloof as possible. He isn't going to touch Sizhui. Not yet. The scene is still being set. He wants to gently lower Sizhui into that sub space.
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“Mmhmm. I like how they feel, so soft against my skin.” Another quivering inhale as he glides his fingertips over his legs, slips them underneath the garters holding his stockings in place, sliding lower to dip his thumbs into where the elastic clings to his thighs and tug them back up into place. “Once a day, at least, and I did... after diverting my roommate's attention. I think that was the first time I've slept properly in months.”
He sighs at the memory, lets his hands skim back upward, over his hips, his waist, along his chest and higher until he can reach to undo his messy bun. Sizhui shakes his hair once it's loose, attention downcasting to Jiang Cheng's erection, lower lip tucked between his teeth. Gods, he wants to touch and be touched in return so badly, but not yet. Not until the moment is right.
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Watching the dark locks tumble over Sizhui's shoulders has him even harder.
"That's my princess," he coos. "That makes me happy that you listened to the aftercare instructions. It makes Daddy very happy to know that it helped you sleep properly."
Though it makes him concerned he hasn't slept properly in months. Jiang Cheng leans back in his chair, every inch the haughty Daddy role.
"Did you touch yourself like this too?" he asks. "Tell Daddy how you played with yourself, sweetheart."
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