jikan_rpg | October Catch-all --a little early.

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October Catch-all --a little early.

⌛ Who: Jiang Cheng and Kinn Theerapanyakul
⌛ What: Neandering around town
⌛ When: Tail end of September but October (spoopy season)
⌛ Where: Wherever!
⌛ Warnings: TBD in threads

[Jiang Cheng, post qi deviation]

Once Cheng was strong enough to move around for more than ten minutes, he started trekking over to his friends houses to see how they were doing and to thank them for their help and apologize for causing so much trouble. With every friend he visited, he offered a fruit basket. If he thought cutting them would last, he would have.

He comes to the next home, takes a breath and then schools his face for a pleasant smile before knocking. All he had to do now was wait to be answered. Cheng fervently hoped that their relationship hadn't been ruined by the recent events.

[Jiang Cheng, Onsen]

Once he had recovered, he wanted to do ... something. Anything. He was tired of sitting in the house, tired of people hovering over him, worried about what he would do, if he would relapse. He just needed to get out of the house and relax a bit.

The best way he knew how was the Onsen. The incense was nice, the sound of water was soothing and Cheng was looking forward to relaxing, pampering himself with some expensive cleansers, and let the stress of the past three weeks drain out of him.

[Kinn, by the wharf]

Despite gathering evidence that overall, the place was relatively safe, Kinn still wanted to be prepared. So he made his way to the wharf where many had said one could find rare items, hoping he would find a seller who may have more than just information about firearms.

As he strolled through the allies, he walked with confidence as if he owned the place. His clothing was neat but not necessarily anything that would scream he was rich or in the wrong place. And as he walked, he considered the things he would change in the place. A floating market, some different variations in the market-maybe something foreign in terms of imports?

Evidently, he couldn't completely dismiss the mafia in him.

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Sizhui's cheeks turned a brilliant pink as he poured himself his own cup. Once it was poured he sat there holding it and keeping his gaze lowered. One could be sure he was definitely blushing under that black fur on his ears too.

"...We've been sharing rooms everywhere since I arrived here actually. Just in different beds."

Well except for the night he got his tail...

"Different rooms have different beds," Cheng agreed, twisting the word play just a bit. "Can't have the same bed in different rooms. Unless you move it constantly. That's not very practical."

Watching the young man blush was amusing and that elder teasing streak hit him just so. Pity it wasn't Jingyi; he could watch the blush as well as hear the familiar, almost comforting squawking. "Maybe I should have gifted him oil instead of a machine that stitches thread into clothing, for his birthday."

Lifting his cup up to his lips, he nodded to agree. It was true that different rooms would have different beds. But he didn't want that. He always found so much comfort in knowing that when he went to sleep that Jingyi was right there in the sa...

And then he gave the most undignified choke on his tea as he made the greatest startled noise at what the man just said. It resulted in tea all over his hands and the table and...

"...W...Wanyin-qianbei???"

Cheng had not expected that kind of reaction. He laughed, surprise and delight on his face as he rushed to help contain the mess. "Oh, stop. Don't act like you have no idea what oil is for." He paused, squinting a bit at the other. "Unless Wuxian has been remiss in his duties to educate?"

That squint brightened as if he was excited to embarrass the other further. "If he is neglectful, never fear, I will help fill in the gaps."

"I...I spoke with Wei-qianbei. He was thorough."

His cheeks were completely on fire remembering that very awkward conversation. Really he'd rather not think about that one again. Thank you very much! "I wouldn't want to take up your time with asking questions. Especially if they might become...inappropriate."

Cheng had to bite his lips. He was wholly amused by the entire thing. "Since when were questions of learning inappropriate?" He sat back, giving the younger man some breathing room. "It is my duty to make certain my nephews are taking care of each other."

He waited then, looking every bit the sect leader he was. Was Sizhui going to pick up on his hint?

Sizhui knew that he had questions. A lot of them. Ones that he now found were going to be too embarrassing to ask Wei Wuxian. He supposed he could ask his other father but that somehow felt like it would go worse. And his uncle was offering. Even if he almost seemed intimidating as he came across so much like the sect leader he truly was. Sandu or no Sandu.

"...we have not...done anything yet. But if you are willing then I might have...questions..." He tried to pick his words carefully to remain respectful while also saying he was curious.

Cheng nodded, gesturing vaguely. "We have time to pass." And as if to solidify the point, he sipped his tea. "An opportunity of this magnitude shouldn't be wasted. I never had the luxury."

His soul wanted him to take his rabbit ears and cover his face with them until this conversation was over. His Lan sensibilities though kept him politely sitting there sipping his tea while they talked. It was quite the situation to be in. Still, he put effort into this. Manners were important.

"Wei-qianbei implied that one can use their mouth. I am still not sure what this means..."

"Are those the words Wuxian used?" Jiang Cheng quirked a brow. "Because there's a little more definition about using a mouth. More than kissing, licking, biting."

Cheng kept his eye on Sizhui, trying to gauge how far he could get away with the teasing. The poor kid looked like he was ready to pass out. He sighs, pursing his lips slightly as he drops the teasing. "I really didn't know anything beyond what was murmured in dark alleys and what friends shared after class. Any knowledge I gained after arriving here." Whether that was voluntarily or by necessity he wouldn't say.

Surprisingly, the confession actually caused Sizhui to relax a bit. Knowing that this very impressive man, and yes he was aware of the rumors about Jiang Cheng, lacked experience before here too helped. Because he honestly did admire the man. While his personality was...sometimes unfortunate, he was a good leader. A good man. Sizhui could only hope he could be as good to his own clan as this man had been to his.

Feeling more confident now, he pushed forward. "He wasn't very clear, Wanyin-qianbei. At first he simply said that you can use your hands to play with each other. Or use your mouth or rub against each other. It was...very confusing. Later he began again and described the act of penetration. But all the things he mentioned before were then left out..."

Hence his confusion and question.

He didn't choose to suddenly bring the conversation down to Sizhui's level. It was... someone he could speak with and commiserate. "It is a lot," he agrees, nodding at the same time.

"So. Hands. They can be used everywhere." A small shrug. "Touch, caress, scratch, pull. On certain parts of the body, they can bring great pleasure and it will vary between one person and another. It's no different than someone liking pork and another preferring tofu. Personal preference. Talking's important." It was the one method of communication he managed to excel at. Talking outside of the bedroom? That still needed work. "Whatever feels good on you when you touch yourself is generally a good start to see if your partner does. And you have to trust them to let you know if they like it, don't like it, want something different, so on and so on."

It was probably a big assumption on his part that Lans did something other than meditate and eat rabbit food but as he learned over the years, anyone who denied stroking one out was either a eunich, lying, or dead.

That made a lot of sense. Everyone would like different things. He nodded as he absorbed the information, looking thoughtful as he listened. Although there was one thing that mildly troubled him. His uncle had now mentioned that one could try things they've tried on themselves. It was a good starting point.

Only...he never had. Had he thought about it? Certainly! But he'd very quickly sent himself to meditation as punishment for such thoughts.

"I have never touched myself in such a way before. Should I do so?" He had just wanted to be a good Lan boy. That meant resisting temptations!

He forgot that clause. Unless one is speaking to a Lan, they were either lying, a eunich or dead. Though, sometimes he wondered if the monk clan were eunichs by default. "If you want to, go ahead." Then he stops, holding up a hand. "After I've left, thank you." The smirk at the end of that statement was hopefully enough to let Sizhui know he was teasing again.

"The best way to learn about a body is to start with yourself. And you'll be able to tell him better what you like and don't like and not be so overwhelmed in the moment." Yes, that was speaking from experience. He knew what he liked but... still outrageously overwhelmed by the entire experience.

He flushed immediately. Of course he hadn't been about to touch himself in front of his uncle! That would be inappropriate! But then the smirk told him that his uncle was teasing him and he pouted a little but relaxed. He was started to finally understand the man's sense of humor.

The advice though had such a sound logic that he nodded with a small smile finally. It was a comforting thing to hear actually. He'd know what he liked the best if he tried it on himself first. Then when he and Jingyi were ready he'd be able to guide him better. Honestly that flowed well with how their relationship had always been too.

"I see. Jingyi might truly get overwhelmed when we are ready. This is a good idea." Because he was so eager to take care of him and help him still enjoy it.

"It may happen anyway," he cautioned. "It's intense." But still, the way Sizhui absorbed all of the information so far and was still thinking of Jingyi first made him feel soft for a bit. And envious. But this wasn't about him.

"So with mouths? Same thing. You can use it anywhere as long as you're comfortable and he's comfortable. Might be a little more versatile than hands because you won't need oil..." Ah, yes. He had forgotten about that.

"Lubrication goes a long way. Too much friction will cause pain and rashes. Sometimes, in the right frame of mind, it's good but starting off? Oil." He lets Sizhui have a moment to digest that and finishes the tea in his cup, setting it on the table with a distinct clink.

Immediately Sizhui was moving to refill the cup of his senior. It was practically instinct really. But it also gave him time to think and process the information. Using his mouth on himself would be difficult but his hands would give him an idea of where a mouth would feel good. That was something.

At least the oil part wasn't so surprising. Wei Wuxian had mentioned that part in more detail. So when he sat back he was ready to speak again. "The oil helps in the preparation for stretching as well, yes? That's what Wei-qianbei said."

Cheng nodded. "Necessary, even. Water and spit aren't that great. And men's bodies don't-uh...lubricate like that."

He flushed a bit, feeling somewhat embarrassed but still willing to press on. After all, he was a firm believer of changing things so that the children after him weren't used like he and others of his generation were by the elders. He meant it more towards war and growing up but this also worked. He wanted change and a better future. Part of accomplishing that was to push through uncomfortable things to help further that change.

He thought about why that would be and then realized why rather quickly. Water and spit would absorb into the skin quickly or dry too rapidly. It wouldn't be helpful for the preparation. However, oil could be good because it absorbed slower and allowed for more flexibility. Such as when one oiled leather to make it move better. That was honestly very reasonable.

It was interesting that a woman's body did lubricate though. But he understood that wasn't necessary information for him when his boyfriend was very obviously male.

Oh. Another question he had... "Wanyin-qianbei, how do you know how the penetrating partner is with two men? It seems clear with a man and a woman but not so clear with two men. Is there a way to tell?"

"How it is? You mean which one does what?"

Cheng sat there, mulling over the concept. He never really questioned it with Huaisang. Huaisang always wanted to bottom and enjoy the ride. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to school his emotions over that. With Kexing, he'd been offered the choice and at that time, he chose to top.

"I...I'm not certain. Everyone I've been with had had more experience in this situation. No one expressed disappointment or argued when I opted to top." He really wasn't sure how one just knew something like that, either. "I would assume, with everything in life, trial and error would be the way to go."

That implied that there was an option to switch roles in there. So he could logically try both sides with Jingyi and they could figure out which they liked better. He did wonder if personalities factored into this at all. Some people preferring to be in one role or the other because of that. He truly couldn't be sure. But he did truly appreciate the man admitting to him that he wasn't sure about the actual answer.

Honestly he felt closer to the Jiang leader than he ever had before. Something he was grateful for since he was his uncle due to who one of his fathers was. Sizhui nodded a little then had a sip of tea to allow him a moment to gather his thoughts some more.

"I hope to be able to have Jingyi feel good when we finally do this together. He means a lot to me." He looked down, cheeks flushed again. "I know I love him, Wanyin-qianbei. If I can take care of him for the rest of my life then I know I will be happy."

A lump stuck in his throat hearing that. He had thought the same way, once. And while he was genuinely happy for the juniors, at the same time it hurt. He tried to burn that hurt away with the tea. It didn't work.

"Good," he answers with a hoarse voice, hoping it could be dismissed that he drank the tea too fast. "Be truthful, speak often, and be willing to be weak when he's strong and strong when he's weak, and I think you will have that happiness forever."

Sizhui looked up when he heard that tone in Jiang Cheng's voice. It was hard to tell what it was but it almost felt like it was emotional pain. He knew the man had just gone through so much recently. While he didn't have all the details he had enough for his heart to have such sympathy for him.

No one should ever have to go through that. Not ever.

His gaze lowered as he pondered what the appropriate action to take here was. They were hardly close. In fact, he'd say that his own boyfriend was closer to the man. Yet, this was his family. Very much so. And, well, in the end that won out more than anything.

Which meant the young Lan very suddenly got to his feet and moved around the table to hug the man. He wasn't sure if he would be pushed off or not but he had to... He had to at least try.

What was it with everyone hugging him all the time?! It was just as bad as when the sad, lonely little Arukibake followed him about. But at the same time, he didn't push Sizhui away. It was like the world was making up for all the hugs he had missed out in the past.

He shook the tension off of him, winding his arms around the other, and hid his face in Sizhui's shoulder. His own return embrace was practically all-encompassing without it suffocating. Cheng had meant it to be only for a few heartbeats but he couldn't find it in himself to let go.

The moment those arms were around him, he was sensing that his uncle had maybe really needed this. That was more than enough to keep him right where he was for as long as the man needed him. Resting his head against his senior's, he closed his eyes while letting the man take the comfort he required in order to heal. It wouldn't make everything better in this instant, he knew that. But every little bit could help.

His family was precious to him. More so because most of the family he'd had before was gone and had been forgotten by him for so long. If he could make up for that now with this family he had then he would. One hug at a time.

October Catch-all --a little early.

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