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

let's untangle this web, my love

“Anything in particular you want?” Yuan asks Qian, moving his mouth down the line of Qian’s neck and reveling in his little shiver of pleasure. Yuan is sitting in the middle of their bed with his legs criss-crossed with Qian straddling his lap, and as Yuan brings him close, Qian wriggles around so he can wrap his legs around Yuan’s waist.

They’re also naked, which makes this conversation a little difficult to concentrate on, but Yuan will manage.

Three months into their relationship, Yuan rarely needs to seduce Qian anymore when he’s feeling affectionate. Yuan only has to look at Qian with sexual interest to make Qian smile knowingly and find a stopping point in whatever he’s doing so he can meet Yuan in their bedroom. That Qian is so easy isn’t surprising, considering how committed Yuan is to make sure Qian is very happy throughout and fully satisfied after their interludes.

“Mmm,” Qian hums in thought, closing his eyes, as if to mentally file through all of his favorite bedroom activities.

Yuan smiles against Qian’s lips. He can probably recite that list.

At the top of said list? Qian loves being penetrated. Yuan had brought it up once, early on, just to make sure he hadn’t misunderstood anything.

“Are you happy bottoming every time we have sex?” he had asked, in the living room over tea. (It was important that the conversation take place somewhere not in their bedroom.) “I mean, I don’t particularly love bottoming, but I’ll certainly let you top me, if you want to try it.”

“No,” Qian had said immediately, once he’d recovered from his initial shock of Yuan bringing up their sex life non sequitur. “I mean, I like bottoming.” He had shaken his head vehemently. “I don’t want to top you.”

Yuan had looked at him, a small smile spreading across his face. “You do seem pretty sure,” he’d said, sipping his tea. He hadn’t needed Qian to justify himself, but he had been curious about what Qian likes in particular, mostly so he can give him more of it.

Qian’s face had flushed bright red. “I just - I like it,” he’d stammered. “I like how it feels, but also, I like -” he had swallowed, his cheeks aflame, “I like being out of control, I like - the feeling of -” he was struggling to put words to his feelings.

“You like a psychological aspect of being penetrated?” Yuan had offered. “The vulnerability involved, maybe?”

Qian had nodded. “That sounds right,” he had said. “Vulnerability, and the fact that you - that you -”

“That I have fun with your body while you’re vulnerable,” Yuan had finished, and Qian had blushed and nodded.

That’s next on the list: Qian loves power exchange. He loves it when Yuan tells him what to do in bed, or forbids him from doing something, or makes Qian feel powerless, helpless, utterly unable to make a decision or even move his body without Yuan’s permission. Yuan doesn’t think he’s ever met anyone who loves sexual submission as much as Qian, and he’d spent a couple years socializing on the periphery of his university’s kink circuit, getting to know lots of different people with varying interests. Giving up all control in the bedroom not only arouses Qian sexually; it seems also to scratch some deep-seated emotional itch that brings him joy, relaxes him, makes him feel like himself.

“What do you like about it, do you think?” Yuan had asked in bed once, after they’d cleaned up and eaten snacks and showered. “Submitting, I mean.” Again, he didn’t need Qian to justify his proclivities; but he was always on the hunt for more ways to satisfy him, and it helped to know the particulars.