another worm in my brain screaming for a qiuyuan drabble... cw; gender neutral reader, sfw, very fluffyyy, gege qiuyuan is bacccc!! mild freakiness is present (reader is freaky, yearning man qiuyuan likes it) essentially just built from the idea of qiuyuan having a shamelessly flirty s/o... hold my hands, im onto something!!!
you often amaze QIUYUAN with your colorful imagination.
and that’s putting it kindly. you always have something outright frisky to say whenever he’s around — no matter the hour, no matter the setting. be it amidst the bustle of a crowded street or behind the safety of your private walls, your tongue is a weapon sharpened by mischief and unchecked affection.
(you once told him with a straight tone and face that he could do anything to you and you'd like it. qiuyuan did not know how to reply to that declaration. do you even know the weight of your own words?)
over the time he's spent with you, he's learned that there are two constants in your presence: trouble and tenderness — one often disguised as the other. your blatant honesty is, in some parts, admirable; in others, it’s a miracle he hasn’t imploded from sheer exasperation.
yet for all his complaints, he listens to every word. he always does.
still, the day you learn to time such frivolity may or may not ever come.
in your own defense, however — even the sturdiest of mountains and calmest of seas could sway at the sight of his sculpted abdomen, the cut of his jawline, the scars peppering his mouth-watering back beneath the morning light, the serene daze that seems to follow his the timbre of his voice...
"your thoughts are tilting downwards — cease it immediately."
sunlight filters through the blinds of an unnamed inn. you’re still tangled in the bedding while qiuyuan is already getting dressed, tying his sash with a focus you snort at.
you grin innocently, but your reply does not match your expression, "downwards?"
qiuyuan does not grace you with a reply. for his own sake, most likely.
he could be walking like an ordinary person, eating like an ordinary person — breathing like anyone else, and you'd always find a way to break the silence with inconvenient behaviors. as for what such behaviors entail; he'd really rather not name them one by one. too many to count, too inappropriate for him to word.
(though he is just as guilty for indulging every one of them. your advances are encouraged by qiuyuan himself; this thought makes him sigh.)
which brings him the ultimatum; you somehow turned his ability to read a mind's thoughts into your own weapon.
and, he moves to brandish his own weapon, hearing at the friction of metal against stone, he doesn't mind at all.
from beside him, you don't bother hiding the fact you are staring intently. he feels your gaze crawls all over his skin — watching like a predator in wait, in an anticipating silence as he sharpens his blade with care.
“i'm jealous, gege. you polish that blade more tenderly than you touch me.”
you know fully well why that is. it's almost like you hadn't tempted him to go rougher. he envies your effortless capacity to act oblivious.
“the blade rusts if neglected," comes his curt reply.
he already knows where this conversation is going — but he is mere a fly to a flame.
the sunlight compliments the contours of your face, the imminent curve of your lips, “and what happens if i’m neglected?”
the world momentarily disappears when he is brought to dive within depths of his mind. unearthed and bare, he recalls too clearly the warmth of your skin, the way his name sounds when whispered against his throat. it is a memory that does not fade, no matter how he wills it to.
q-qiuyuan, please, i'm almost — ! — then you fall apart in his hands, like a flower blooming beneath the rapture of the heavens.
he grips the hilt tighter, pretending it’s the blade that trembles.
for a man of principle, he is torn asunder at a flick of your wrist.
for a man in love, he calls that very ruin divine.
“you sulk until I surrender.”
he is not one to be so direct with his weaknesses, but you always hear him. always do, always will.
you will recognize his bouts of vulnerability with a precision more than anyone else could attain to achieve — how utterly pathetic he is for you, how he's willing to bring down the sun, moon and stars should you ask.
your giggles fill the empty crevices of his mind and threaten to consume his entirety whole. maybe it already has.
qiuyuan has his eyes closed, turning to the direction of your voice.
you had always been good at pretending at what you were not. for all your self-proclaimed innocence and ignorance, you had always took pleasure in calling out his leniency.
and when you speak, the wind shifts with your movement, your voice a lot closer than he last heard —
"the term surrender implies you resist, gege."
the fly tempted by the flame is ensnared and scalded, yet it only kisses the flame softly in return.
from the surface, outsiders will often think you're the needier one — always pestering for a kiss no matter the circumstances, always around his waist with a plead for his warmth, always on his tail like a leech to suck him dry of everything he knows, like he wouldn't lay it out on a platter for you to feast on.
but between the both of you, it often goes unmentioned that he himself might be the one who's more crazed.
you still warm at the memory of his blade being pressed against the throat of a persistent admirer. it caused quite a stir in the village you've both stopped in, nearly exposing himself to the bounty lingering in his shadow.
you'd never seen him let his emotions take over, except for that one time.
qiuyuan looks back at you when you stay quiet for too long, nearly bumping into a crooked lamp post that he had to pull you away from.
he keeps his hold on your upper arm, pulling you away from you daydreams and grounding you back to reality.
"we can return to the inn if you're still fatigued."
at the tone of his concern, you quickly brush off your lewd thoughts, smiling giddily up at him as you laugh, "if you wanted another round, you could've just asked!"
qiuyuan replies with silence and a very loud thought you suspect goes along the lines that he should've let you hit the post.
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