âcause your touch still gets me stupid high
Fandom: The Untamed
Pairing: Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang
Rating:Â Explicit
Words:Â 3,518
When Song Lan puts his collar on, it means that he's agreed to offer himself up freely: short of him using his safeword, Xingchen and Xue Yang can do anything they want with him.
Xingchen tells him to make dinner.
A gift for a friend who had to cancel her birthday plans due to quarantining. I asked her what she might like in a smut fic and she suggested âcollars,â âbegging,â and âsexy teasing while someone is trying to complete a task,â and I said âyes please, Iâll take all of those.â This was a lot of fun to write. Enjoy!
Song Lan is changing after work when he spots the collar sitting out on his dresser. Itâs one of the plainer ones: black leather, a little stiff and lightly suede-textured on the inside, with sturdy silver hardware and a mid-sized O-ring on the front. Nothing especially distinctive, but Song Lan is intimately familiar with this one; he recognizes it right away.
They have several collars in their toy case. Some of them are shared, just for play; others belong to Xue Yang or Song Lan alone. Thereâs one Xingchen likes to put on Xue Yang when he wants him to fight them, and another for when he wants him to behave. Thereâs even one Xingchen will wear every so often himself, on the rare occasion that he wants to get beaten up and thrown around a bit. But this oneâ
This one is Song Lanâs, and no one elseâs. And it means, if he puts it on, that heâs agreed to offer himself up freely: not just to Xingchen, but to Xue Yang as well. Short of him using his safeword, they can do anything they want with him.
The collar being laid out like this is an offer, not a demand: if he walks back out into the kitchen with his neck bare, Xingchen wonât be upset with him. Heâs refused it before; he could refuse it today. More than any other kind of play they do, wearing this collar can be intense for him.
But, Song Lan thinks, as he picks it upâas he feels the familiar texture of it catch against his fingertips, as his pulse kicks up a notch in his throatâsometimes intensity is exactly what he needs. Even when he didnât expect it. Especially when he thinks itâs not what he wants.
Xingchen catches Song Lan in the hallway as heâs on his way out of the bedroom, in sweatpants and a soft black t-shirt with the collar buckled around his neck. He doesnât say anything: just smiles his most devastating smile and hooks two fingers over the band, tugging Song Lan down into a kiss. Song Lan loses himself in it for a very long moment, his hands settling in a frame at Xingchenâs tiny waist. He can feel the world going soft around the edges, just a bit; heâs already starting to sink.
Xingchen is still smiling when he pulls away. He doesnât unhook his fingers from the collar; only lifts his other hand to thumb over Song Lanâs cheekbone. âBeautiful,â he sighs. âYou always look so lovely in this one.â
Song Lan swallows, his eyes fluttering briefly closed. Xingchenâs fingers are like a brand against his throat. âDid you have something in mind for the evening?â he says. His voice is a little rough.
âMmm. Yes,â Xingchen says, and doesnât elaborate. âYou were going to make dinner, right?â
Xingchen knows very well that Song Lan was planning to make dinner tonight, which means heâs asking for a reason. âYeah,â Song Lan says. âDumplings.â
Xingchen just smiles again, flashing his dimples, and presses a quick kiss to his cheek. âYouâd better get started,â he says. âXue Yang will be home soon.â
Finally Xingchen lets him go; it takes everything Song Lan has not to chase after the tug of his hand on the collar. Xingchen just watches him knowingly, but doesnât comment, doesnât reach out again, doesnât do anything at all but look. Song Lan flushes hot under his eyes and canât entirely say why. He swallows again and tries to gather up his scattered thoughts.
Dinner. Right. He was going to make dinner. âYeah,â he says. âIâllâdo that.â