“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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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.