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."
With the hairtie rolled onto his wrist, he kneads his fingers through his hair, tousling the strands a bit more before lowering one hand again, the other playfully winding some long hair around his fingers.
“Good,” Sizhui utters just as softly, “I liked making Daddy happy. Liked doing what I was told and how it made me feel after.” It doesn't dawn on him Jiang Cheng might actually concern himself with such things; he's a college student, aren't they all lacking proper sleep at some point in their lives? That's something he's naturally come to accept at this point.
He gives a mindless sort of nod, moves both hands again and slowly loosens the garters, letting the small straps hang loose near his hips momentarily. “Alone in my room, I was thinking about you. Thinking about what we did and how good it felt.” While he's painting the picture from memory, Sizhui finds the straps on his hips, catches them between his fingers, begins removing the panties of his matching set, deliberately slow as he works them down the length of his legs, off his feet and puts them aside. Was he supposed to? Maybe not, but Jiang Cheng did say they didn't want him ruining another pair and his cock is only getting harder by the minute. “I was using one hand on myself first, sucking on the fingers of my other because sometimes, I can get a little loud...”
“Show Daddy, Princess,” he growls. “Show me how you used your hand in
yourself and how you kept quiet.”
Goddamnit. Sizhui looks so good. Even better without the panties and his
cock already half hard. And they hadn’t even done too much of anything yet.
He wants to coax it out of his princess, let Sizhui slowly unfold and show
him.
His little kitty-cat grin comes back in full force at that demand, shoulders rolling anticipatorily while his hands make quick work of resecuring the garters to his stockings, then he lifts them both, spits into his right hand and lowers it between his legs to curl around his cock. The reaction is instantaneous; Sizhui's breath hitches, he slightly tilts his head back before letting it loll to the side, mouth falling open in a moan. When he'd done it by himself, it was good— simple, fast and dirty. Performing for Jiang Cheng, however, has him wanting it to be great.
So, he plays it up some, lets the hand he isn't jerking himself off with drift across his chest, up his collarbone and over his neck where he briefly hesitates at his chin, but the moment there's another groan coming on, he takes the first two digits, guides them past plush, red-tinted lips and effectively muffles the noise.
Shit. Jiang Cheng moans deeply at the sight, clenching his hands on the
arms of the chair in a white knuckled grip. Not yet. Not when his princess
is putting on a show just for him.
“Look at you. You’re so beautiful like this. Hard and wanting. You did such
a good job keeping yourself quiet. Suck on those fingers, princess. Do you
think you can handle three?”
His breathing increases, panting a little, and his cock is straining
against the material of his slacks. He licks his lips, imagining his cock
instead of Sizhui’s fingers pumping in and out of those glossy lips. He
bets they taste like cherry.
And Sizhui whimpers in return, still mostly muffled with his fingers thrusting into his mouth, which is good since another sound works its way up his throat when he twists his wrist just right. He makes direct eye-contact as his hips jump, his eyelashes flutter and his dick twitches, spilling the slightest amount of precum over his fingers that he slicks over himself for less friction.
He squirms in place, bucks a bit faster, works his fingers deeper into his mouth, totally lost in the moment while imagining it's Jiang Cheng's hand between his legs, that it's his cock in his mouth. Not so much he doesn't hear the other's question, though.
“Mmmhmm,” he drawls. Sizhui slides the digits free with a breathless gasp, swallows, brushes his knuckles near his lips in case there's any stray saliva then delves back in with a third finger now. His attention drifts down, considering Jiang Cheng's hard-on again, and he has to suck harder or really risk drooling on himself.
He sees the gaze. Sizhui is being obvious about looking at the tent in his
slacks. Jiang Cheng finally lets go of the arms of the armchair and reaches
to undo and slide the leather belt out of his belt loops before carefully
folding it and setting it aside. He can give a show too. He takes his time
with arching his hips out of the chair and slowly unbuttoning the button to
his slacks. His gaze is on Sizhui as he eases the fly down, then pushes the
deep violet briefs and his slacks down enough to take his own hard cock in
hand.
Jiang Cheng never has heard complaints about how he is from previous
partners. Hard, a good length, thick, and leaking precome. He strokes
himself once, slowly.
Let's be real here, he wasn't attempting to hide his obviousness whatsoever. If anything, he was trying to be more blatant about it, especially since it's what he wants and is hoping he'll eventually get in the end. Sizhui's eyes widen owlishly, a mixture of excitement and interest as Jiang Cheng removes the belt; will he use it on him? If so, how? There are a million things racing through his mind and he's mildly disappointed that the leather strap gets set aside, but he doesn't have much time to focus on that, given how the other male moves right on to taking his pants off. Throat working with some difficulty, he swallows again, exhales a quivering breath around his fingers, blushing hotly all over when Jiang Cheng finally gets his pants and underwear down.
Fuck me, he thinks, halfway tempted to laugh at the irony of his surprise. Jiang Cheng's dick is beautiful, perfect, and in spite of being distracted by how much he suddenly wants it everywhere, he manages a brisk nod at the inquiry, somehow doesn't choke himself on his fingers when he does.
Somewhat reluctantly, Sizhui draws his hand down again and pleads breathlessly, “Please, Daddy... may I have more?”
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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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“Good,” Sizhui utters just as softly, “I liked making Daddy happy. Liked doing what I was told and how it made me feel after.” It doesn't dawn on him Jiang Cheng might actually concern himself with such things; he's a college student, aren't they all lacking proper sleep at some point in their lives? That's something he's naturally come to accept at this point.
He gives a mindless sort of nod, moves both hands again and slowly loosens the garters, letting the small straps hang loose near his hips momentarily. “Alone in my room, I was thinking about you. Thinking about what we did and how good it felt.” While he's painting the picture from memory, Sizhui finds the straps on his hips, catches them between his fingers, begins removing the panties of his matching set, deliberately slow as he works them down the length of his legs, off his feet and puts them aside. Was he supposed to? Maybe not, but Jiang Cheng did say they didn't want him ruining another pair and his cock is only getting harder by the minute. “I was using one hand on myself first, sucking on the fingers of my other because sometimes, I can get a little loud...”
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“Show Daddy, Princess,” he growls. “Show me how you used your hand in yourself and how you kept quiet.”
Goddamnit. Sizhui looks so good. Even better without the panties and his cock already half hard. And they hadn’t even done too much of anything yet. He wants to coax it out of his princess, let Sizhui slowly unfold and show him.
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So, he plays it up some, lets the hand he isn't jerking himself off with drift across his chest, up his collarbone and over his neck where he briefly hesitates at his chin, but the moment there's another groan coming on, he takes the first two digits, guides them past plush, red-tinted lips and effectively muffles the noise.
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Shit. Jiang Cheng moans deeply at the sight, clenching his hands on the arms of the chair in a white knuckled grip. Not yet. Not when his princess is putting on a show just for him.
“Look at you. You’re so beautiful like this. Hard and wanting. You did such a good job keeping yourself quiet. Suck on those fingers, princess. Do you think you can handle three?”
His breathing increases, panting a little, and his cock is straining against the material of his slacks. He licks his lips, imagining his cock instead of Sizhui’s fingers pumping in and out of those glossy lips. He bets they taste like cherry.
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He squirms in place, bucks a bit faster, works his fingers deeper into his mouth, totally lost in the moment while imagining it's Jiang Cheng's hand between his legs, that it's his cock in his mouth. Not so much he doesn't hear the other's question, though.
“Mmmhmm,” he drawls. Sizhui slides the digits free with a breathless gasp, swallows, brushes his knuckles near his lips in case there's any stray saliva then delves back in with a third finger now. His attention drifts down, considering Jiang Cheng's hard-on again, and he has to suck harder or really risk drooling on himself.
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He sees the gaze. Sizhui is being obvious about looking at the tent in his slacks. Jiang Cheng finally lets go of the arms of the armchair and reaches to undo and slide the leather belt out of his belt loops before carefully folding it and setting it aside. He can give a show too. He takes his time with arching his hips out of the chair and slowly unbuttoning the button to his slacks. His gaze is on Sizhui as he eases the fly down, then pushes the deep violet briefs and his slacks down enough to take his own hard cock in hand.
Jiang Cheng never has heard complaints about how he is from previous partners. Hard, a good length, thick, and leaking precome. He strokes himself once, slowly.
"Like what you see, princess?"
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Fuck me, he thinks, halfway tempted to laugh at the irony of his surprise. Jiang Cheng's dick is beautiful, perfect, and in spite of being distracted by how much he suddenly wants it everywhere, he manages a brisk nod at the inquiry, somehow doesn't choke himself on his fingers when he does.
Somewhat reluctantly, Sizhui draws his hand down again and pleads breathlessly, “Please, Daddy... may I have more?”
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