when things fly apart [Unknown (TV 2024) Fanfiction 關於未知的我們 ]

tie our hearts together

In the early evening, when the sun is just beginning to set, Qian wakes from his third nap of the day to find Yuan still asleep. Qian is lying on his stomach, head resting on his folded arms, the entire line of his body pressed against Yuan's side.

Qian gazes at him, his face relaxed in sleep, his long, lean body beautifully illuminated by the golden glow cast through the window. He's so lovely it almost hurts Qian to look at him, especially as he's naked to the waist and uncovered by the bedsheets.

I'm so in love with him.

How much more of his life would he have wasted without moments like this, had Lili not forced everything out in the open today?

It seems absurd that not even a week has passed since Qian had boarded that plane to go across the world, to see Yuan for the first time in four years. It seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it feels so natural that they're now lovers, as if it was an inevitability all along, one that only Qian himself was unaware of.

Not to mention the surprising revelations about his latent sexual desires that, even now, threaten to make Qian blush.

Would you like to involve a power exchange every time we have sex?

Yuan stirs, and Qian looks at him to see him smiling gently.

"Seen enough?" he murmurs cheekily, turning onto his side and reaching over to slide his fingers through Qian's hair.

"Never," Qian says softly, the raw emotion in his chest so overwhelming it's threatening to suffocate him.

Yuan hums sleepily and tosses the blanket away, rolling completely on top of him, chest to back, and smothering his face and neck with kisses. Qian closes his eyes and lets him, tilting his neck to give him access to his sensitive spots, but the longer Yuan lies on top of him, somewhat pinning him down just because of his positioning, and caging him in with his arms and legs, the harder Qian's cock gets, until he's fully erect and rubbing against the bedsheets underneath him.

God, does he want to be held down during sex? Or not held down, maybe, but - restrained somehow?

It would certainly track with everything else he's discovered about himself in the last few hours.

Qian blushes hotly at the sudden mental image of Yuan holding him down while fucking him, and of course Yuan immediately notices the sudden warmth and color in his cheeks. He chuckles.

"You aren't still shy, are you?" he teases gently. "After everything we've done over the past few hours?" He rocks his hips a little, and Qian feels his half-hard cock against his ass.

And really, you'd think they'd be running out of steam at this point, but that does not seem to be the case, because now that Qian has the idea in his head it's all he can fucking think about.

He could save this revelation for another day, but then again -

"More," Qian demands, as cutely as he can manage, gently bucking his ass up against Yuan's groin. "If you want to."

Yuan groans. "Always, but... you aren't sore at all?" he asks, even as he reaches for the lube.

"I am, a little," Qian says, stretching out on his stomach. "I just don't care."

Yuan laughs. "You might care later."

"That's later," Qian says. "This is now."

Yuan drops the lube and another condom onto the bed next to them as Qian stretches. He reaches up and grabs the pillow from under Qian's head, tapping his ass gently to signal for Qian to lift his hips so Yuan can tuck the pillow under them. Now Qian's hips are angled and his thighs are splayed open so Yuan has easy access to his ass, and Qian moans softly at the flood of arousal that thought brings him.