houseofsushi | lan sizhui ♪ the untamed (open post)

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.

"Like what you see, princess?"

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?”

"No," he says firmly. "I want you to get up on your knees, baby, turn around and lay down on your stomach with your ass up. Can you do that, princess? I want to see your hands above your head so that you're not touching yourself," he growls out.

He gives himself another slow stroke, root to tip. Jiang Cheng slouches a little and strokes himself again, letting Sizhui get a full view of him.

"Show off that gorgeous ass, princess."

“Mmph,” Sizhui complains underneath his breath, pouting momentarily when he's denied, although being told the new position has him somehow heating even further, causes him to nod with understanding. At full hardness, his own cock is nothing to sneeze at; more than above average and a little on the thicker side, but it still doesn't compare to Jiang Cheng. (In his opinion, anyway.) Regardless of that, he gives himself one final stroke then flips around, climbs up onto the bed, drops forward onto his belly, face down and ass up like he'd been told to do.

Fortunately, with his arms drawn above his head, he can peek out from underneath whichever side and watch Jiang Cheng keep stroking himself, thighs trembling with the effort it takes to not thrust his hips against the bed.

To be honest, it's harder to hold his hands still, so he crosses them, right hand gripping his left wrist for extra control. “L-Like this, Daddy?”

He tucks himself back into his briefs and does his slacks back up again.

"Just like that, princess."

He picks up his belt, making sure that Sizhui could hear the buckle move as he winds it in his hands. He walks over and wraps the length of the belt around SIzhui's wrists before buckling it together to make sure that his hands would stay together and still. He hooks his fingers beneath Sizhui's chin.

"You look so beautiful like this. My beautiful princess."

He sweeps his hand along Sizhui'sarm, elbow to shoulder. Then lets his fingertips brush across his shoulders and brush his hair out of the way. Jiang Cheng lets his fingers brush along the length of his back as he moves behind Sizhui.

Biting down on his cheek effectively muffles another disappointed noise, but the approval does have him humming faintly. At least that's one good thing, even though he was really hoping Jiang Cheng would—

The soft click of the belt buckle draws his attention instead, breath catching yet again once the man comes over to him with it, binds his wrists, securing the belt in place to make sure he doesn't plan on moving his arms anytime soon. His head lifts, guided by Jiang Cheng's fingers underneath his chin, mouth hanging open in his partially dazed state.

He smiles at the compliment, clenches his fingers then unfurls them after a breathy sigh. Pretty and beautiful, both things he never would've thought he'd hear from someone else, let alone someone as breathtakingly good-looking as Jiang Cheng. “Perfectly pretty princess. Daddy deserves the best, after all. He's so handsome.”

Goosebumps instantly rise on his skin at the gentle caress over his arm, an actual shiver following shortly thereafter when it moves over his shoulders, pushes his hair aside, glides down his back. “Ah...” he huffs, legs tensing whenever Jiang Cheng slips behind him.

"Shh," he hushes, rubbing a hand over his legs to relax him. "Have you done this before? Has anyone ever done this with you?" he asks.

Jiang Cheng allows himself to rub over the pert, round globe of Sizhui's ass, just caressing it for the time being. He gently nudges his knees a part and sees how hard he is. He traces his fingers along the garters and up along the garter belt before tracing his fingers along the tops of the stockings as well.

That earns another shaky breath, but his legs loosen slightly beneath Jiang Cheng's touch, his fingers unfurl again and he lets himself slump further onto his stomach. “No, they haven't... I— I'm not inexperienced, but I've done very little.”

And he's certainly never done anything like this before. Sizhui shudders, though doesn't hesitate to let his legs spread further, pursing his lips then burying his face into the bedsheets beneath them to muffle a groan as those roaming fingers ghost over the garters, up to the belt then back down to the tops of the stockings. He turns, attempts sparing a half-lidded glance over his shoulder. “W-What are you going to do?”

He climbs onto the bed, bracketing Sizhui’s legs with his own. Jiang Cheng breaths in and out deeply and slowly before stretching over Sizhui’s back and reaching for his throat. His fingers firmly and slowly press against the sides of his neck, seeking and finding those pressure points and hauls the younger man up toward him so his back is flush against his chest.

“I’m going to have you moan for me, princess. I want you to press and grind that ass against me. While you do, I’m going to play with my princess’s pretty little cock.”

Jiang Cheng reaches and strokes along Sizhui’s length.

“But I’ll only do it as long as you keep up grinding against me. As soon as you stop, I stop. But then again, I’ll also stop when I feel like you’re going to come. How much edging do you think you can take, princess?”

Sizhui's breath hitches at the sudden feeling of being pinned, curiosity still thoroughly piqued, particularly when Jiang Cheng pitches over him— but then there's a split second of uncertainty bolting through him at the hand finding his throat. Yellow! the younger male almost shouts, hesitating only because he's being brought upright and pressed back, aligned perfectly with Jiang Cheng's chest. His exhale is a little shakier than he likes, he holds steady anyway, even shifts his hips approvingly for emphasis.

Before he has a chance to respond to the initial comment, there's a hand on his cock, causing him to gasp and immediately lurch his hips forward, though he also wastes no time shifting back and grinding his ass against Jiang Cheng's crotch, just like he'd been told.

How much can he take? Truthfully, he wants to think he can take a lot, given the circumstances, but keeping in mind how hard he already is... Regardless, he tilts his head back until it's resting on Jiang Cheng's shoulder, mouth turned toward his ear while he whispers, “Give me everything you've got, Daddy, and I'll give you the same in return. I can take it.” And for further insistence, Sizhui thrusts again, like he's trying to fuck himself on Jiang Cheng's dick, despite there still being the inconvenient barrier of his slacks (and underwear, to be fair) between them.

Just enough. He feels the breath hitch and the uncertainty in the pulse beneath his fingers. But he holds him in a way that allows Sizhui to easily break out of it. But when he doesn't hear yellow, he continues his firm hold. Nothing too strong that would endanger or bruise.

Jiang Cheng curses inwardly when that sweet ass presses and grinds against him, practically fucking itself against his cock. He breathes slowly to keep control of himself. This is about Sizhui's pleasure, not his own. Not yet. The whisper causes gooseflesh to rise along his side. Good, he'll give just as good as he gets. He quickens his strokes along his hardness, twisting his hand around the head, careful to mimic what he had seen Sizhui do to himself.

"Are you sure? I want you to tell me when you're about to come, then ask for my permission. Because this," he gives Sizhui's cock a squeeze, "this is mine now. I get to control when you do and don't come, do you understand, sweetheart?"

The pressure on his neck isn't hurtful and it doesn't seem like it intends to do any harm whatsoever. Sizhui does feel what he thinks he's supposed to; the faint press, slight dizziness of blood loss for just a few moments, which makes his head swim delightfully and has stars winking into his vision. Is that what it's for?

He doesn't give pause either, keeps right on bucking his hips in quick, measured thrusts, making sure to drag the heat of himself over Jiang Cheng's lap again and again. Maybe Jiang Cheng is only worried about his pleasure, but Sizhui's focused on them both, intent on getting his partner off just as much as he's planning to come, too. Another fluid motion forward into the hand on his cock then back and forth and back, surefire and steady— until Jiang Cheng squeezes, tells him he can't come without his permission.

It wrings a breathless yelp out of him, makes him halt his motions as absolute astonishment overtakes his features at him actually laying claim to his cock. He nods, both to show he understands and that he meant what he said. “I am.” Then his arms lift somewhat, hands stretching, fingers groping for nothing in particular while he squirms harder. “Oh, it— it feels so good... Faster, Daddy, please!”

Faster? He speeds his strokes up, steady and quick and sure.

"You say please so nicely, princess. Just as nice as the pretty little things you wear for me. Do the lacy ones feel good against your skin? Your stockings look so cute, clipped to your garter belt. There's so many pretty things that you have, don't you?"

When he can tell Sizhui is close to the edge, he stops and takes his hand completely away from his cock. Jiang Cheng counts steadily, waiting for his breath to even out, waiting for him to come back from the edge a significant amount before stroking him quickly and firmly again. Once he could see Sizhui on the edge once more, he takes his hand completely away. The hand around his throat relaxes to a loose hold, not needing the edges of Sizhui's vision to get dark. Not this time.

His own hips buck faster too, perhaps somewhat desperately, in an attempt to keep tempo with Jiang Cheng's motions.

“Please... please,” is all he can beg at first, incoherency taking over, pleasure at the forefront of his mind and ever-growing with the sweet words tumbling from the other male's lips. “Y-Yes, I like it. I wa–ah!–want more. Want to... to show them all to you.”

He's so close, so goddamn close, and then Jiang Cheng's hand stops, moves away, leaves his dick twitching, but in turn, Sizhui stops moving his hips. He takes however long is necessary to catch his breath, whimpering and shuddering against Jiang Cheng's back to the point he drops his bound arms, uses both hands to help hold himself upright. Then the hand returns once he's calmed, teetered away from the edge, only to work him right back up to it before withdrawing again. By that point, he's already a pitiful mess, mindlessly bucking his hips back against Jiang Cheng, mouth watering as he moans through a partial (though absolutely pleasured) sob after the hand moves from his neck, “Jiang Cheng, I'm so close! P-Please, Daddy... let me come.”

He pulls Sizhui close and mouths along his ear.

“Oh I know you’re close, princess,” he murmurs against his ear, growling a little. “I want you to be a begging, strung out mess, and begging for Daddy, asking if you can come properly.”

He caressed his hip, pinning Sizhui tight against him. He looks down over his shoulder at the weeping hardness.

There's a whole new sensation altogether, one that makes him shiver again, goosebumps rising on his skin despite the heat pooling low in his belly. He huffs wetly, lets his face downturn as he gives a pathetic whine at being denied again.

However, having Jiang Cheng murmuring in his ear and keeping their bodies so close together, Sizhui's planning to take advantage of this in an unexpected way.

“Daddyyy,” he drawls, almost too petulant, his arms lifting and one hand gently guiding Jiang Cheng to face him after he turns, red, spit-shiny lips momentarily brushing over his mouth while he asks this time, “Pleasepleaseplease, may I come?” His cock is leaking freely and swollen, possibly to the point of uncomfortableness, yet Sizhui makes no pained complaint, just begs oh-so-prettily about finally being allowed to orgasm like Jiang Cheng wanted.

He places an almost chaste, gentle kiss on his shoulder, right near where the bright strap of the bra is. Then another, then another. He keeps his hands away from the swollen and leaking cock, knowing that it's near the point of uncomfortable pain. And he hadn't even used a cock ring yet. Maybe something lacy, pretty, to wrap up Sizhui to bind him until he can't take it anymore. For now, he'll show mercy.

"Okay, princess," he whispers in his ear.

He grips Sizhui's bound wrists in one hand, bringing them tight against Sizhui's chest and strokes hard and fast with his other hand.

"Come for Daddy."

Oh, that's— What soft little gestures! Sizhui's teeth sink into his cheek, muffling another moan as the sweet kisses drop onto his shoulder, causing more goosebumps to prickle all over his skin. If he had a little less self-control, he very well might've come right then and there, possibly too fond of how pleasant Jiang Cheng's lips feel on that particular spot. Honestly, it's a rather good distraction from his aching hard-on, if anything.

Which Jiang Cheng is finally going to relent, thank goodness.

He gasps at the whisper, cock twinging again, his hips thrusting back so he can grind his ass against Jiang Cheng while he's being jerked off. It doesn't last long, taking the edging into account. “D-Daddy, I'm... ah!” he keens, tosses his head back, bucks his hips a final time then comes with an abrupt shout.

He keeps up with the litany of filthy sweet nonsense in his ear as he strokes him through his orgasm, feeling him shoot up along himself. Jiang Cheng drinks in the sight hungrily as white come lands on the mesh bra, landing on flowers, on the strap, along Sizhui's stomach, along the garter belt. He keeps stroking him through until he has no more to give and gives soft whimpers.

"That's my princess," he whispers. "You come so beautifully, baby."

Slowly, he takes his hand away and licks at the spend all over his hand clean before undoing the belt around Sizhui's wrists and rubbing feeling back into them. He drops a sweet kiss on his shoulder before moving him gently, easing him to lay out on his back on the bed. He gets off and gets a warm washcloth to wipe of the rest of the mess on Sizhui, meticulous in his work. He gets up again to put it away. It takes him a while before he comes back with a tray with some bao and a mug of tea. He sets it on the bedside table so he could take the deep violet throw on his bed, gently sit Sizhui up, and wrap it around Sizhui's shoulders.

"Remember what I said last time," he says, picking up the mug of tea and handing it to him. "I made it warm, not boiling hot. Slow sips are still needed, sweetheart, can you do that for me?"

Riding out his orgasm to the point of exhaustion is almost too much; he feels floaty, like he's having an out of body experience, and alongside knowing Jiang Cheng's attention is completely on him— well, if he were to expire from being overdone, he certainly wouldn't mind. It is fortunate, that isn't the case, as he spills within Jiang Cheng's hand, come spattering all across his torso, staining his pretty lingerie. Quiet, breathless whining is unsurprisingly all he can manage, though the encouraging, complimentary whispering somehow has his cock giving one last valiant twitch before he's entirely spent.

He mutters something inarticulate, more sound than words, half-lidded eyes broadening momentarily at the sight of Jiang Cheng cleaning the fluids from his hand with his tongue. There's a groan, he averts his gaze, trembling uncontrollably the whole time his arms are rubbed and well after he's being moved to lay down. Sizhui's hand lifts, reaches to touch the spot where the man's mouth had been moments ago then he sinks down against the mattress, mostly unmoving aside from the faint quake in his legs, bleary-eyed stare on Jiang Cheng's hand and the washcloth he's using to clean him up with. Goddamn, he's never come so hard in his life, it's a wonder he's still even halfway coherent. (To be fair, ‘halfway’ is generous at this point.) Whenever he's finished and disappears again, the younger male simply lays there, blinking at the ceiling, letting himself come down from the euphoric high, hands clenching around the bedsheets then loosening again after a few minutes.

At least when Jiang Cheng returns with whatever it is he was getting and helps sit him up, Sizhui can hold himself upright somewhat, the fingers of his right hand gripping the blanket's edges closed once it's around him, opposite hand reaching for the mug.

“Mmn, I remember.” But as he takes the cup, he hesitates, loosens his other arm so he can hold it with both hands, afraid the leftover tremors will have him dumping it all over himself. “I, I think I need a minute...”

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