[ shit, okay. okay they're really doing this. admittedly there had been a small part of qi fang that wondered if his little reminder would have shattered their plans, but it turns out reki is as determined as he is horny. not like qi fang is doing any better; he's pretty sure if he'd gotten any harder during that tug, he'd have broken a zipper or something.
there's absolutely no finesse in his movements, the short steps it takes him to stumble into a stall and fumble with his belt, his pants. suddenly twenty minutes feel like two, and every precious second he doesn't have reki's mouth on him is time wasted. ]
I'll — tonight — I'll get you back.
[ it's a clumsy promise but one he fully intends to make good on. somehow, someway, he's getting reki to come tonight. whether or not their dinner was ever meant to be innocent, there's no way in hell it ever will be now. ]
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there's absolutely no finesse in his movements, the short steps it takes him to stumble into a stall and fumble with his belt, his pants. suddenly twenty minutes feel like two, and every precious second he doesn't have reki's mouth on him is time wasted. ]
I'll — tonight — I'll get you back.
[ it's a clumsy promise but one he fully intends to make good on. somehow, someway, he's getting reki to come tonight. whether or not their dinner was ever meant to be innocent, there's no way in hell it ever will be now. ]