rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

[ 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.

[ he's still out of it enough to fold his legs around qi fang's waist and loop his arms around his shoulders without thinking much of it. granted, it's mostly because he's so laser focused on how wet it feels inside of him, still shuddering every time those residual echoes of his orgasm hit and he feels it anew, but it just feels natural right now to hold qi fang like this. ]

My bad. I won't make you go back there. Unless you want a nap.

[ what feels like a crime is nosing against his shoulder in kind, slowly breathing him in. ]

I kinda want a nap.

[ food... sleep... god they both sound good. but qi fang wonders if they're just tempting enough to shake him out of the bliss he's feeling now, still buried deep inside reki while the other boy holds him with a tenderness he hadn't realized he'd been starving for. he turns his face in, pressing an idle kiss to a warm neck. ]

Nap... then food. Then nap.

[ he should get up. get out. clean off. but breaking apart now just feels like the absolute worst thing imaginable. ]

[ reki laughs softly, acutely aware that qi fang can feel it all over. not that he wants to move either. he's a little too selfish to make that happen. ]

I like the way you think.

[ it's also fucking adorable, the way he's bonelessly slumped against him. like, dangerously endearing. that should be reason enough to push off, but reki opts to dig his own grave deeper instead and scratch softly at the nape of qi fang's neck. ]

[ the gesture earns reki an immediate response — a low, melting groan against his neck that seems to travel right down qi fang's spine. he breathes in deep, breathes in reki, doesn't think as he says, ]

You feel so good.

[ not just now, both times, all the times. there's gotta be a catch somehow, but he can't find the braincells to figure it out right now. ]

Nngh, fuck. Alright, I gotta... [ he pushes himself up a little higher, finally forcing some distance between their bodies. he's already begun to soften slightly inside reki, and he's starting to worry it'll only lead to more of a mess the more they dawdle. ] We should get you cleaned up.

[ it's a pretty fucking sick response. reki's just lucky he manages to wipe the stupid grin off his face by the time qi fang pulls himself away—mostly because he's devoting all his energy to not whining about it. ]

Yeah. Guess so.

[ he does clench down hard on the cock inside him, though, before qi fang can pull that away. just to be a brat. in his defense, he'd managed to be well-behaved for a really long time. ]

Go on. Fuck off.

Fuck—

[ okay, that move right there? that's how reki gets his nipple pinched. he's just lucky (or not?) that he isn't turned around, otherwise qi fang definitely would have given him another spank. then again, that might've just started them up all over again. ]

You got any clean rags in here or something?

[ finally, he gets to really look all around them, but he does keep a hand on reki's thigh as if to ground himself, while the other reaches for reki's shirt, twisting it in his hand. ]

Otherwise I'm using your shirt.

Asshole! Don't you fucking dare.

[ reki crosses his arms over his chest, sulking, as he slips off of the edge of the table. there's a heavy toolbox beneath it that he screeches across the floor with his good hand, flipping the latches to reveal just a fucking hospital's worth of first aid supplies. there's a rag he throws to qi fang, clean but stained with various suspect colors, another one he absently starts to pat himself down with, and then he's looking down at his arm, considering. the wrappings are borked and soaked through with sweat and god knows what else from today. that'll have to be next. ]

Gimme that. And throw me my boxers too, please, thank you.

[ qi fang catches the rag with his face (thanks for that) whether reki actually meant to aim for it or not, his own clean up consisting of a roll of his eyes and a few quick wipes with the practiced air of a teenager who's definitely had experience giving into his hormones. it's balled up and cast aside once he's finished, only to be replaced by the aforementioned boxers. this he tosses back at reki's face because fair's fair.

cleaned up and fully dressed (only a little bit sticky and sweaty), he comes to crouch beside reki and look both the toolbox and arm over. his eyes linger on the copious amount of first aid. ]

You fall down a lot, huh.

[ this would mean war if reki wasn't laughing too hard not to catch the boxers flung into his face. then it's just sort of karma, and what are you gonna do? put your boxers on like a man and curl up next to the toolbox, that's what. he tears at the velcro on his wrap with his teeth and starts unraveling. ]

Yeah, sometimes. Last week I almost took my finger off with a straight razor while I was cutting some grip. Shit happens, man.

[ he pauses before he can get the wrap undone, eyeing qi fang skeptically. ]

It's pretty gnarly. You might wanna, like, not look.

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