houseofsushi | lan sizhui ♪ the untamed (open post)

"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...”

He moves around until he could hold Sizhui and rub along his arms and his back. He cups his hands around Sizhui’s around the mug.

“Take your time,” he says softly. “It’s okay. Take your time.”

It’s been some time since he’s looked after a sub. But he knows the movements.

Once Jiang Cheng is behind him and settled, he lets some of his weight rest against him, careful to keep the mug steady in spite of his shakiness. Having his dom help hold the cup, however, that's a little surprising, but also extremely appreciative.

“Thank you,” Sizhui murmurs, drawing the tea close with Jiang Cheng's help and taking a quick sip then lowering it again. “That was... so goddamn amazing.”

“It should be an amazing experience for a sub’s first time,” he replies easily. “Not as a testament to my own skills but to ease you into this. This play is full of nuances. And it’s important hat you start with an experienced Dom who can guide you through.”

He gently tips the mug to help Sizhui take small sips.

“Slow sips.”

How odd, to have a sudden pang of jealousy that Jiang Cheng's far more well-versed with such things; they didn't know each other before so it makes sense why he has more experience. Even weirder is the fact Sizhui thinks the envy stems not from Jiang Cheng knowing things, but other people getting to experience them rather than himself. (Until now, anyway.)

He makes a soft noise of understanding, does as he's told, taking small sips between resting his head against Jiang Cheng's shoulder and blinking slowly to clear the dazedness.

He wants Sizhui to take his time to rise out of sub space and he seems to be doing a good job. Jiang Cheng whispers more praises to him.

"You were so good. Thank you for trusting me with that scene," he murmurs in his ear.

Once half the mug has been drank, Jiang Cheng gently sets it back on the tray and brings up a bao, ripping off a small piece and holding it up for Sizhui to take the piece and feed himself with it.

Quiet, gentle humming is what he manages through most of the praise, though as coherency begins returning and his legs finally stop shaking so much (despite being crisscrossed), Sizhui leaves one hand on the cup, reaches with the other to dust his knuckles against Jiang Cheng's cheek.

“You're welcome, and thank you again. Seriously, it was phenomenal.” Yet altogether somehow indescribable, too.

The longer he rests and more tea he drinks, the better his state becomes until he's almost fully recovered, looking far perkier and bright-eyed as he reaches to take the offered piece. Aftercare isn't so bad, either. To be honest, he could easily fall into a weekly meet-up, especially given all the benefits. He eats the bit of bun, washes it down with another drink, lingering longer than necessary against Jiang Cheng, but he can't help himself.

He's patient, waiting for him to come more into himself, feeding him more pieces of the bun until Sizhui looks like he's back to himself.

"You'll need to let me know if there are scenes or things you want to try. I'll do my best to accommodate and educate you about them before you try them."

Logistics. How would they communicate without rousing suspicion from everyone? He can't just have Sizhui bounce into his office weekly. It would be too suspicious.

It's when the bun is about halfway finished and his teacup is empty that Sizhui finally, albeit with obvious reluctance, pushes himself more upright, looking less dazed but still rather rosy-cheeked.

“Most definitely. I'll have to do a bit of research, see what I can dig up, consider what I might like.” A beat of silence, followed by, “And anything you'd enjoy, too.”

On cue, his attention darts back to Jiang Cheng, one hand holding the blanket around himself, the other planting on the man's thigh while he turns himself around to face him properly. “Does this mean we should exchange phone numbers?”

It's a dangerous game. It was already a dangerous game for him to be here. For Sizhui to have been seen heading toward his apartment in the first place. Jiang Cheng wrestles with himself. He should stop it here and now. Hell, Lan Qiren would have him hung by his thumbs if he knew. Lan Wangji might actually kill him, and Lan Xichen would look the other way.

"...You're my brother's student. Hell, practically his ward."

The danger is part of the thrill, frankly, and while they should have this simple momentary fling and move on, the younger male selfishly wants more. Whether it's because what just happened was absolutely phenomenal or it has something to do with Jiang Cheng himself, he's unsure – it's both, let's be real! – though isn't ready to give it up yet, no matter what trouble they'll get into. (Because there is no ‘if’ besides if they get caught, they will have problems.) “We both know he has his own distractions,” Sizhui mentions, casual as possible, then he affectionately bumps their foreheads together and leans away to continue.

“So long as we meet off school grounds, it should be fine.” A moment's hesitation before, “I promise, it'll be solely used for professional purposes.”

The touch is intimate but Jiang Cheng allows it. Why not? Good things never last for him anyway.

"Then we'll meet off school grounds," he gives. "Only once a week. And you'll tell me if you want to meet."

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