rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

[ it really is fortunate they decided to take things to the shed after all, because there's no way that shout wouldn't have been noticed... just like there's no way qi fang would have wanted to rob himself of hearing it. every sound to slip out of reki's mouth feels like liquid heat that pools and pools and pools in his gut, pulsing through his dick, making him ache from everything he's lacking. he wants to bottle reki's voice, like some twisted ursula, keep it close to his ear when he's feeling his loneliest. ]

Fuck, [ comes his heady gasp, drawing back up for some air and sanity. he gropes that ass one last time before forcing himself on his feet; his knees feel both stiff and wobbly, but he somehow manages to lock them in order to keep himself upright. his shorts are once again shoved down to his thighs, and fortunately he remembers the pocket where reki had stuffed that little bottle in and

fuck, fuck, he still has to prep him fuck— ]

Just — relax for me, Reki, okay, I gotta...

[ his fingers get slicked up and then he's probing at reki's ass proper, easily finding that hole and pushing through the last of its resistance to scissor and stretch. unable to help himself, he ruts up against a cheek, his cock already slick from dripping precome. ]

[ it's a relief like any he's ever known when he hears qi fang getting to his feet. finally, finally, an end to this aching hell is in sight, and he only had to become a boneless, sobbing disaster to get here. he doesn't even want to know what his dick looks like, hanging so full between his legs, throbbing like a hammered thumb and dragging pained, broken little whines from him every time he dares to move too much.

but it'll be better now. he gets himself ready too, angling his ass like he already knows the exact posture it'll take for qi fang to slide right in, reaching back to grasp at one cheek and spread it open—and smooth and twitch and drag his nails, so out of his mind for it that he can't sit still. he feels a brush against his hole and looses a low, ragged moan, and—

fingers.

reki slams his face right back into his elbow and screams. ]

Fucking fuck me, now, fuck me now—

[ you can't blame him for being inarticulate; he's right back to shuddering and whining, his thighs clenching and grinding together hard out of agonized need. ]

If you're so— nn— worried about me, go slow— just— fucking put it in.

[ look. look. it's not as if qi fang isn't just as tortured, isn't just as desperate to be buried within that tight heat again. feeling it around his fingers is only another painful reminder of what he's missing, but he's trying to be considerate here — for the both of them! ]

What makes you think I can go slow??

[ his words come out in a low, frustrated growl, and reki's impatience only earns him a rough jab of those fingers. they crook, recalling the specific angle they'd taken the last time in seeking out those particular bundle of nerves. maybe some attention to that will help sate reki some. ]

Then fucking go fast!!

[ feels... super strange to yell at someone who's feeling around inside you. but he deserves it. what kind of cosmic fucking joke is it that the one person who can tear him down until he needs it so bad he's begging for it is also the only person who really gives a shit? unfuckingbelievable.

another scream, half-muffled by his arm, as he desperately ruts against those fingers. no, it isn't helping. it just makes him want it more and the last thing he wants is to go back to that vulnerable, needy place. he wildly fishes behind himself, grabbing for qi fang's wrist to make it stop. ]

Now.

[ qi fang actually jolts at the sudden hand around his wrist; the last thing he'd been expecting is to feel the strength there forcing his hand to stop and thereby forcing his thought process to come to a screeching halt. he feels his heart thundering in his chest, his cock throbbing madly against reki's hip. this... this fucking— ]

Brat.

[ he wrenches his hand away, hearing nothing now but the blood rushing in his ears. reki wants it so bad? fine. fine! he asked for this, no he demanded it. qi fang can't feel bad then when he finally grabs at his cock, bothering only to aim before shoving all that he can in one fell swoop. the shock of the sudden pressure all around him is suffocating, forcing out a choked gasp from him as he practically leans over reki's entire body. he feels the tension make his muscles quiver, and he scrambles for some kind of control again.

he finds it in reki's bared nape. bearing down, this time he bites as hard as reki had been asking for, muffling a low groan there in the process. ]

[ fuck he likes that word. it means he's getting his way. luckily, his face is still buried against his arm so qi fang can't see the smug smile that word invokes, though there's no mistaking the expectant way his hips lift, tense because they know what's coming.

it's just as good as he needs to be, the pain sharp enough to wake up every nerve in his body, the sudden, frantic panic of being so full gloriously sobering. he can't even move, his body rioting at the severe contrast between all those soft, cloying touches and the savage thrust of qi fang's cock; he can only rub his face against his arm as he loses himself to a low, stuttering groan.

he's just about to start demanding again, and then he feels teeth, biting hard. his body jolts, his head tipping reflexively, and he feels his back begin to bend again, begging for more even though his ass is stuffed with far more than it can take. and then, yeah, it's back to demanding. ]

Asshole. Pull my fucking hair.

[ reki grits his teeth and forces himself to lean forward, and then back. between qi fang's teeth and cock, it's an excruciating medley of the most exquisite pain he's ever felt. and that's saying something, considering his hobbies. ]

Fuck me.

[ it's kind of amazing qi fang can still think, given all the sensory overload he's currenty going through right now. he can feel heat in his ears making the skin there burn, reki's demands like a jolt of electricity that burns right down to his dick, already so hard and thick he's nearly worried it'll burst from all this arousal. but there's a faint voice in the back of his head that wonders if he shouldn't be a little worried. reki's still injured, after all, he doesn't want to actually hurt the other boy.

but, fuck, reki feels so, so sweet around his cock, and every sound he manages to wrench out of him is like actual music to his ears. he hasn't hurt reki yet — at least, not in the way that reki doesn't seem to like — so. so it should be okay, right?

he draws back on a shaky breath, moving so he is more or less standing upright again. it allows him to bury himself even deeper inside reki, whose walls he can feel pulsing all around him as if unsure where to draw him in deeper or push him out for the intrusion. qi fang brings a hand to that wild mess of hair and curls his fingers around a fistful. tentatively, he tests a light tug. ]

You want it? Beg for it.

[ reki growls at the adjustment, nails scrabbling over the surface of the bench. like this, he can feel every twitch qi fang makes, involuntary or otherwise, resounding through livid, overactive nerves, and it's driving him crazy. all of it thrums right in the deepest part of him, molten hot and threatening to consume him, but it's still not enough to make that fire roar.

the fingers in his hair are a blessing, but there's still a degree of hesitancy to them. right now, reki can't even fathom what the hell is going on. like, why? the whole allure of this is that he's supposed to be just a warm body for qi fang to bury himself in. what's he care if he rips a few pages before he returns the book? ]

Fuck you.

[ like they don't both know that reki deserves to be spent like a crumpled yen note, brutal and relentless and cold. qi fang's just too sweet for his own good; reki can help him out by spitting utter vitriol in return. ]

Fuck me like I deserve to be fucked or let me do it myself.

[ like he deserves? what the fuck is that even supposed to mean?? it's so jarring qi fang actually feels his pulse still; suddenly all that rushing blood turns placid, cold even, and his over-active mind can't help but stutter and stall on those words, that tone. what the hell does he mean by that?

—actually, no. qi fang knows exactly what he means by that. qi fang himself is no stranger to it. such is the world of booty calls and hook ups, and it's alarming in the first place that he even has to remind himself that that's what this is. that that's all it is. or supposed to be, anyway.

rough, qi fang can do. quick and dirty? hell yeah, he's a teen, he's mastered that. he's done it before, with people he's known far better and far longer than reki so... so why is he hesitating? why is he stalling? why does he want to lean down and kiss those stupid words out of reki's mouth. suddenly qi fang doesn't want reki to beg anymore; suddenly, he just wants reki to want something else. ~~something more.~~

his hand leaves reki's hair, and slowly he smooths his hands down the length of that back till they're resting lightly around either hip. he shifts back — not enough that he pulls out, but just enough that he isn't pressed so flush, that reki has room to move himself. ]

Do it then.

[ he wants to give reki release, that bliss they're both seeking so desperately. but not like this, he realizes. not in the way that's asking him to forget all the little moments they've had so far, the ones he's suddenly so eager to keep. ]

Take what you want.

[ that's... not the reaction he was expecting. he even has a precedent for expecting what he did—it worked just fine last night, got him fucked just as hard and just as ragged as he needed it. something's different today and he doesn't know what.

it's not like anything else has been weird. he's been weird, feeling some type of way about their parting kiss, thinking a lot about qi fang's smile, and then there was that whole thing with his family—but that shouldn't make a difference. he knows his place enough to know not to make that obvious.

it's scary, not knowing. even worse when he's so horny he practically wants to die. he doesn't want to stop, but the mood's all wrong now. with an aching groan, he pushes himself up off the bench, wrapping his bandaged arm around qi fang's neck, sighing as his wriggling hips sink his cock the rest of the way inside him. ]

How do you want it?

[ reki's happy to take the reins always, but now the gig is up. no chickening out. he pins qi fang there under his gaze so that he has to tell him, his hips working in smooth, slow circles, his voice a little softer, more sober. ]

Like this?

[ is the mood dead? no, fuck no. not when reki still feels this good, not when he still looks and sounds like that. qi fang's body hasn't calmed at all, cock still throbbing on the verge of exploding. so even if the air is different — and that's qi fang's fault, he'll own up to that — the heat and tension still remain. he still can't help the way his arms come up reflexively, caging reki's body close to him. the guttural moan he lets out as that body sinks back over him is no less needy, desperate. his eyes close shut for a second, basking in that tight heat, and then he's lifting a hand to lightly curl it around the arm wrapped around his neck. he turns, brushing a soft kiss over those bandages, then seeks out reki's lips for a deep, searing kiss. ]

Yeah, [ he croaks out, words muffled with their shared breaths. ] Just like that.

[ he can't find it in himself right now to use reki's body like the other wants him to but

but

he doesn't mind if reki uses his himself. ]

[ something feels better, on the verge of reassuring, even, when qi fang's arms wrap around him. it's a good start—it's grounding. for a second.

and then reki's watching him run his lips over his bandages, something about it so terrifyingly intimate. it's not like he has a shortage of bandaged wounds, and it's easy to imagine qi fang's lips everywhere they are, tracing every scar and bruise, all the ones that dapple and score his body. he doesn't even realize how tightly he's holding qi fang's cock inside him until he exhales and feels it slide again, dragging a torn groan from him that's swallowed up by a kiss.

it's far too slow, they're far too close, but reki doesn't necessarily mind. the pain has mostly petered off by now, replacing the numbness of overstimulation with a deeply-felt awareness of every motion they make. ]

So good.

[ he pants against qi fang's lips, rolling and winding as best he can when they're so tightly squeezed together. his tongue flicks, tasting himself on qi fang's mouth. ]

Need more?

[ it's good that reki takes the lead now, honestly. qi fang had gotten a little too in his head back there, startling himself. this quiet and gentleness they're settling in is a welcome balm, soothing his erratic heart into something he can better grasp. now he can just hone in on the sensations, on being close to reki without worrying it's too much, too soon. his free hand roams all over under the other boy's shirt, palming and fingering at every inch so he can appreciate his body from the inside-out. he rocks into him, working on building up a steady rhythm. he dips his head, works on sucking a mark where shoulder meets neck, using just enough teeth to ensure the bruise lasts—

and then reki asks him something so poignant that qi fang surprises himself with how ready he is with his answer. ]

Yeah. [ quiet and honest and hungry. he licks at newly formed hickey he's just left behind. ] I want more.

[ nobody needs to know he means more than just this, the physical connection they're making. ]

[ reki knows damn well what a burgeoning hickey feels like, and it's not just the sensation that's making him shudder. the prospect weighs heavy in the pit of his belly, of having that there long after qi fang's left him, a trace of him that he can't erase. it makes his pulse sing and his heart sink with a one-two punch of pride and guilt. it's just a fucking hickey.

but he feels it burning there like a fresh brand, feels the way qi fang grabs at him and rocks into him and so quickly asks for more, a possessive dream of touch and sound. so what's the harm in pretending, for a second? it makes this feel better, like they're melting together instead of simply colliding, and reki finds himself whimpering all over again, this time not half as self-conscious about it. ]

I know... you like it like this...

[ from behind, where it's more anonymous. like duh, couldn't be more obvious. maybe he's a little more self-conscious than he thought. ]

I just... Wanna try something? Just for a second.

[ he does, he does like it like this. close, so wrapped up in each other like they can't possibly think of letting go. he buries a nod against reki's neck, breathing hot where lips meet skin. he's on the verge of seeking another spot to claim, maybe one even higher up, more difficult to hide, when reki's voice reaches him, sounding strangely small.

he lifts his head, blinking past the haze of the lust that'd begun to settle in the forefront of his mind again, meeting reki's eyes. ]

Yeah, whatever you want.

[ man oh man, this mood whiplash. now there's a new one that reki doesn't even notice until he's the one who set them up to change it. easing himself off qi fang's cock isn't even the problem; it's when he grabs his hands to pull them away too that it feels like letting them go will break some sort of spell. stupid. but... not stupid enough that reki doesn't take it to heart, electing to spin himself around with them like they're dancing instead of drop them for a fucking second, pulling qi fang closer with them as he backs himself up against the bench. obviously it's just fun because he's fun. he even sells it with a smile.

then, he lets them go, but only when those hands have found his hips again, and wriggles his way up the edge of the bench, opening his legs nice and wide. ]

Here, like this.

[ his ankles are hooking, dragging qi fang closer by his waist, and he's already fucking squirming all over again. ]

Kiss me?

[ he hadn't sure what to expect, just that at this point he's ready to give reki anything he wants. he's already regretting pausing as he had, doubting as he had, knowing that the initial stutter in their step had been all due to his own sudden self-doubt. he's eager to reclaim the rhythm they'd had, if only because reki had seemed so much more into it then. but his mind and his heart is a whole ass mess at the moment, bouncing between indecision after indecision. he's grateful reki keeps taking initiative, grateful to see that smile again. strangely things just slot back into place. ]

Shit you're demanding.

[ he'd already been smiling thanks to their silly little dance, already huffing out a puff of laugh despite the sudden chill the separation of their bodies presents. he's all too eager to shuffle back into place, right there against reki. neither of them have to strain their necks now to see each other, and qi fang is finding the lightness in his chest a relief. shifting his hand back into reki's hair, he coaxes the other to tilt his head back just enough that qi fang can kiss him again, deeply. his other hand reaches down to guide himself back where he belongs, muffling a low groan as he gets swallowed back up all over again. ]

Don't say that yet! You don't know.

[ he's a little demanding now, pulling and urging and using his feet to steer qi fang around. it's pretty basic stuff, a little casual, giggling bullying, not exactly necessary, but it's a modicum of control to have over a situation he knows is way over his head. what he's playing with is dangerous; the only reason he's doing it is because he knows the only one who can get hurt is himself.

then he's demanding, when qi fang kisses him so deeply he can feel it down to his pounding heart, when he's buried inside him all over again and reki's moaning low against his lips, back arching sharply. his legs cinch tight, his heel pressed against the small of qi fang's back to guide his thrusts. he's got fingers tangling in qi fang's hair, pulling like he's dying, a hand grasping at his jaw like he'll never let him go. it's too much, he knows it is, but a second of it won't hurt anyone important. ]

[ reki says it like a warning, but all it does is make qi fang grin wider. yet he says, and funny how that simple word sings so sweetly of a promise. maybe reki didn't mean it that way, but qi fang chooses to hear it like he wants. wrapped up in each other like this, settling back into a comforting banter that somehow feels both fresh and just like home — anything seems possible, and frankly qi fang is greedy for it.

he doesn't have much range of motion in this position, but he also doesn't really care. his thrusts aren't any less enthusiastic for it, rocking and bucking up into reki's welcoming heat as he begins to chase after the release that had been building so precariously just moments ago. the way reki holds onto him right now... he wants to bottle that feeling, and his own hands grip and pull and press in their own attempt to return it, tenfold.

his lips haven't left reki's once; he'll turn briefly to suck in a breath but soon he's diving back in, not eager to let the kiss end. eventually his hand finds reki's cock, laying heavy at his hip, and wraps around it firmly to begin stroking him to his thrusts. ]

[ reki isn't eager to let it go either, chasing qi fang's lips every time they escape him, nosing blindly into his space. it's just so good, all of this attention; he's so full with it, like a good meal, luxuriating in all these rare touches, the overwhelming sense of warmth. qi fang makes it so easy to pretend this is something more. he's very, very sweet like that.

he's so content that it distracts him from the part of this that is supposed to be for qi fang and not him. it isn't until qi fang's touch finds his cock and he's jolting against his lips, suckling the bottom one sweetly in apology, that he actually remembers.

a regretful thing, to let go, but he needs one hand free. the other stays where it is, stationed against qi fang's jaw, there to guide him just the littlest distance away while reki pushes up on his hands and leans a little off the edge of the table. there, like this, balanced precariously between the edge and his legs hitched high around qi fang's waist, that's where he can really rock against him, take him in so completely that it aches. that's all it takes to turn that desire into desperation, his whole body burning as he fucks himself eagerly on qi fang's cock. ]

Make me come. [ he liked it, reki thinks, when he begged. he adds: ] Please. Please, it feels so good.

Fuck.

[ his note of approval comes out in a low hiss, punctuated by the steady rock of his hips, meaning reki each time. it feels a completely different beast to fuck reki like this — new angles mean new sensations, on top of the overstimulating sight of reki enjoying himself, speaking to him, moving his body like a wet dream incarnate. there's something so magnetic about reki that qi fang has to wonder how he avoided the other boy's orbit for so long — who knew physics notes could take him so far? ]

Come for me, baby... I wanna see you.

[ his words come in a low breath, the pace of his fist moving to match the pace of their eager hips. his free hand slips down to grip at reki's waist, leverage as he angles himself a new way each time he presses in, eager to seek out the sweet spot that has reki singing. ]

[ it's such a blessing that he's already red down to his chest from the fucking. that 'baby' burns a bridge across his nose and straight down to his gut, but he likes what it does to him, how it turns the rolling of his hips and stomach more fluid, less mindless and more sensual. ]

Oh, right there, please, don't stop, I'm...

[ it's hard to think of the right thing to say when he can feel qi fang's cock striking sparks against the part of him that burns the hottest. impossible to think when he's right on the edge, finally, after all this time, every muscle in his body sore with the tension it's been saving for this moment. so he just echoes back what qi fang said to him, with no time to lament how it sounds before he's coming hard in qi fang's hand, eyes squeezed shut and shuddering apart. ]

... coming for you, for you, oh fuck, oh fuck, don't stop—

[ reki sounds so sweet to qi fang that he doesn't know if he'll ever hear anything quite so sensual. the way he looks, the way he moves, it's all doing it just right for qi fang, and then some. the surge of lust that'd been permeating between them all day is finally culminating in this one moment, and he's eager to reap the rewards of a good lay well-fucked. he hadn't even really been paying all that much attention to his own high, focused and determined to get reki there first — but reki's words hit him like a fucking freight train, knocking a choked gasp right out of him. ]

Oh fuck, shit, I'm co—

[ the words are barely out before his hips buck forward of their own accord, burying himself to the hilt as wave after wave of electricity course through him. he can feel himself unloading more than he thought he had, especially considering how much he'd come just earlier that day, but it feels like so much, too much; the realization that he hadn't been wearing a condom this whole time strikes him like lightning, stealing a gasp from him and yet another spill, like the knowledge of pouring all of that into reki, bare, is enough to get him coming all over again.

his eyes are wide, mouth agape on soundless gasps for air. ]

Shit... oh shit...

[ it's almost comical, how that revelation hits them in much the same way, reki a perfect mirror of him in that moment with wide eyes and his lips parted in a quiet gasp. it just never came up and now he feels guilty—for completely passing over the ones in that drawer in his bedroom, for loving it so fucking much, his lashes fluttering as he slowly works the cock within him for all it has to give. he can't help it that it feels like the perfect end to everything, to be left full and sated instead of empty and still longing.

and then another revelation, this one more jarring than the last: ]

Fuck.

[ reki's gaze lifts urgently, the furrow in his brow deep with distress. ]

We forgot the pizza.

[ miraculous how reki can even remember that, when here qi fang is struggling to recall how his mouth and words work. ]

The — what?

[ pizza... food... oh right — dinner. qi fang blinks rapidly, then huffs out a choked laugh. exhaustion hits him and he's slumping forward, resting his forehead on reki's shoulder. ]

Mm, yeah... starving.

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