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.”
He's said it once before, but he'd say again: give him a chance! Jiang Cheng will learn one way or another that Sizhui's adamant and believes he deserves good things.
“Once a week,” he reaffirms. “Is there a particular day that would work? I'll message you then and we'll schedule a meeting.”
“Fridays it is, then.” His head tilts, he shifts like he might mean to go for a kiss, but hesitates then withdraws. They hadn't really discussed that sort of intimacy, so it's probably best he doesn't take any liberties; no reason to take a mile when he's just now being given an inch, after all.
Sizhui holds the blanket around himself, moves to get down, goes to collect his phone from the pocket of his sweater and dutifully brings it back to Jiang Cheng. “Here,” while he holds it out, doing his best to not look too expectant.
That look on his face is more than enough to stir something within Jiang
Cheng. He takes the phone and puts his own number in, using his actual name
rather than his name that he uses in education. To the world, he's still
Professor Jiang Wanyin. To Sizhui, he could be Jiang Cheng for the time
being. He saves himself as Friday in Sizhui's phone, just to hide it
better, before handing it back to Sizhui.
Astonishment is the initial reaction, but after Jiang Cheng begins typing on the screen, Sizhui grins, pleased with his ability to convince the older male with such ease. To think, they were simply teacher and student in one sense before and now, they're ‘Daddy’ and ‘Princess’ as well; a whole other sense of teaching and learning, but one Sizhui's looking forward to finding a weekly routine in. He accepts the phone, tucks it close to his chest, leans and pecks Jiang Cheng's forehead then removes the blanket to set on the bed before going to collect his discarded clothes.
Sweatshirt first then he quickly collects his panties, slides into those and his pants before they're both headed toward the door.
“I do. The same goes for you though, too, considering you...didn't...” Well. He feels a little bad about that because shouldn't this be a mutual exchange?
That draws the smallest of smiles from him. It's sweet. It's very sweet.
Jiang Cheng reaches out and fixes a few things on Sizhui to make sure he
doesn't look so disheveled.
Which makes Sizhui smile slightly in kind, fingers lacing together in front of himself while Jiang Cheng fusses. He hadn't considered such things, given he's going straight back to his dorm, but he honestly sort of enjoys having the man fix him up.
“Alright then.” There's still the lingering hint of uncertainty, but a quick glance downward surely alleviates any doubt he may have. Sizhui bites his lower lip, considering, then he bridges what little distance there is between them, hooks both arms around Jiang Cheng's middle and presses up flush against him.
“So... does that mean you'll think about me when I'm gone? And jerk off while you do?”
That's exactly what he was going for, to be honest. He likes rousing such reactive responses out of Jiang Cheng, especially when it gives him something to consider on the way home and most definitely when it means he gets to tease.
“Oh, I certainly will be,” Sizhui counters without missing a beat, then – before he can second-guess it this time – he lifts up onto his toes to catch Jiang Cheng's mouth in a brief kiss, letting him get a taste of the remaining cherry-flavored lipgloss that's still lingering on his lips.
He withdraws, gives a pleased, cheeky little grin then does a neat heel-turn and heads out the door.
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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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.
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“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?”
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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."
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“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.”
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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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“Once a week,” he reaffirms. “Is there a particular day that would work? I'll message you then and we'll schedule a meeting.”
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"Fridays. So that I can take my time with you. No scene should be rushed," he replies firmly.
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Sizhui holds the blanket around himself, moves to get down, goes to collect his phone from the pocket of his sweater and dutifully brings it back to Jiang Cheng. “Here,” while he holds it out, doing his best to not look too expectant.
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That look on his face is more than enough to stir something within Jiang Cheng. He takes the phone and puts his own number in, using his actual name rather than his name that he uses in education. To the world, he's still Professor Jiang Wanyin. To Sizhui, he could be Jiang Cheng for the time being. He saves himself as Friday in Sizhui's phone, just to hide it better, before handing it back to Sizhui.
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He gets out of bed as well and waits for Sizhui to get dressed before walking him to the door.
“If you need to take some extra care for yourself, take the extra care. Do you understand?”
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“I do. The same goes for you though, too, considering you...didn't...” Well. He feels a little bad about that because shouldn't this be a mutual exchange?
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That draws the smallest of smiles from him. It's sweet. It's very sweet. Jiang Cheng reaches out and fixes a few things on Sizhui to make sure he doesn't look so disheveled.
"It doesn't mean that I didn't enjoy myself."
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“So long as you're sure...?”
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"I'm very sure."
He hasn't hidden the fact that he certainly enjoyed what had happened between them. His slacks hadn't hidden it either.
"I'm what you call a service Dom. My pleasure comes from my sub's pleasure."
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“So... does that mean you'll think about me when I'm gone? And jerk off while you do?”
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He groans softly when Sizhui presses right up against him. Minx. Tease. His lips pull into a snarl as he looks down at him.
"It means you can imagine what I'll do when you're gone," he practically growls at him.
Jiang Cheng opens the door for him.
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“Oh, I certainly will be,” Sizhui counters without missing a beat, then – before he can second-guess it this time – he lifts up onto his toes to catch Jiang Cheng's mouth in a brief kiss, letting him get a taste of the remaining cherry-flavored lipgloss that's still lingering on his lips.
He withdraws, gives a pleased, cheeky little grin then does a neat heel-turn and heads out the door.