rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

[ "sorry"? "fix it"? absolutely none of what reki's saying makes any sense because, last qi fang checked, he wasn't complaining. sure, it slows things down a little, but all he has to do is remind himself how wonderfully suffocated his cock feels every time it's inside reki and, well. it's worth it, isn't it?

but reki's moving and reaching for something and it's enough for qi fang to get curious. not that his fingers have stopped their movement or anything... his body's on autopilot at this point. ]

It's fine — what're you talking about?

[ "too much" — that doesn't process in his mind either. if anything, it's not enough. he wants more. ]

[ he manages to retrieve another bottle from the nightstand, but all he can really do is clutch it. his hips are lifting of their own accord, greedy for qi fang's touch, his muscles grinding to try to guide it to where he needs it most. it feels like it's been another eternity of waiting, but maybe that's not it. maybe this is just how it's always going to feel when qi fang touches him. ]

Nn, I'm...

[ the question doesn't make sense to him either and he can't even really trust himself to try and articulate that. he opts instead to squeeze his knees around qi fang and keep it to: ]

Come here.

[ qi fang takes cue from the way reki's body moves, pressing and angling his fingers right where he wants them. as soon as he's found that spot he's relentless against it, hoping to distract reki with enough pleasure to get him to relax some of the tension that's got him wound up so tight.

he shifts closer, reaching his free hand uo to brush some of that wild hair out of reki's eyes. then he's leaning in, taking care to kiss the side of reki's mouth that isn't too swollen. ]

I'm here, I'm right here.

[ stalling seems far too torturous at this point, and not even the fun kind. after one last plunge of his fingers he's drawing them out to shift closer still. blindly he guides himself, and as soon as he's found his mark he's pushing in. reki's still so tight that he reminds himself this time to take it slow, and slow he does. each steady breath a new inch, deeper and deeper until he bottoms out and left gasping against reki's cheek. ]

Shit, [ he whispers there, hands coming to grip at thighs to hold then down, keep those legs spread wide open. ] Feel so fucking good—

[ he moves, desperate but far from frantic. he's mindful of the noise, keeping into a steady rocking that doesn't have him pulling out so much, but keeps him mostly buried, pressing and pulsing deep into reki's walls. ]

[ reki's so strung out on the fingers curling inside him that he doesn't even notice qi fang moving until he's right there. it's such an explosion of heat and pleasure, a haze that obscures all his more logical senses, so without thinking, he's dropping the bottle and looping his arms around qi fang, holding on to him like he's the only thing that will keep him from drifting away.

it's funny how that reassurance is the thing that does the trick, draining the tension from his muscles within and without. holding him like this, listening to the sound of his voice as his eyes squeeze shut, it feels comfortable in a way that he's never really known with another person before.

he's never felt it slow like this, either, really burning with every inch qi fang feeds into him. somehow, he manages to keep his voice low, his volume steady as he chants, yes, yes... again and again until qi fang has nothing left to give. he can't move his legs, straining against qi fang's hands, so he settles for clinging a little bit harder, his nails raking across his back when he moves.

he hated when he sounded like this before, but now there's no other way that he can speak; all that comes out is desperate and needy. ]

Fuck, like that. I need it, I need you, please...

So good, [ he keeps panting, hot puffs of breath against reki's ear as his back bows, hips angling to plunge himself deeper and deeper. something feels different now, and not just because of the pace. this physical closeness feels echoed in a far more intimate way than qi fang's ever felt. the way they cling to each other as their bodies work more and more fervently to bring each other off feels almost — instinctive. ]

Fuck, Reki — kiss me...

[ this time it's qi fang vocalizing this burning need, feeling like if he doesn't taste reki soon he'll die of thirst. he turns his face to seek reki's lips out, one hand finding the side of the other's face to hold him steady — or maybe it's for his own grounding. at this point, he can't properly tell. ]

So good...

[ he echoes, half out of his mind with the sensation. it's so much heat, his and qi fang's mingling in this exceptional closeness. it makes him feel like he's falling under, like a drug dragging him down and down and down, into a place where it's nothing but feeling and the slick sounds of qi fang working within him.

with a soft, needy moan, he burrows his fingers into qi fang's hair for something to anchor their kiss on, mouth closing over his hot and wet. his hunger for it overrides the sting; he needs it heavy and deep, needs to kiss him like he's starving for it. even when he's dizzy, he lingers against his lips, panting and shivering, pacing himself just to kiss him again. ]

[ the steady buildup is both torturous but also exactly what they need right now, somehow. though maybe that's presumptuous of him, but there's something about the way reki's moving, the way he's kissing him so sweetly and deeply that makes qi fang feel like he isn't alone in this strange, dreamy haze he's fallen into. it's thick in the air between them, around them, wrapping them in this little bubble that feels both sturdy enough to keep the rest of the world out, but delicate enough that he's worried any wrong move might burst it. ]

Shit — you're gonna make me come again, [ he gasps out, feeling his cock twitch and throb against those tight walls. without the fervent motion of plunging in and out of reki, qi fang can't help but be hyper aware of every pulse of reki's body contracting all around him, making his muscles tense, his breath catch.

he pulls back just enough that he can hover over reki, pressing flat on his elbows at either side of his head. he wants to see the other's face as his body winds and winds and winds itself up towards that peak. his hips move a little insistently, straining to push deeper still.

when he finally comes it's with a soundless, choked gasp, mouth falling open just as his hips snap forward and he spills. he feels it in his entire body, rolling like waves through his veins. ]

[ it is exactly that. in this haze, there's no crushing defeat, there's no running narrative of insecurities and anxieties, there's no wondering how to explain the inexplicable. there's just them, all tangled up together and as close as any two people can be. and there's this blinding sense of pride for hosting qi fang in his body, for being the reason he can feel the cock inside him straining for more depth, for more sensation, all of which he's happy to give.

qi fang becomes his focus, so much so that he's barely aware of how he feels beyond the dim glow of arousal and ache. he feels him working his way closer and closer to the edge, and he's there to run his fingers through his hair like he's precious and open his legs as wide as they can go to let him in. his own sounds have been reduced to muted sighs and ragged little sobs, but all of that changes when he feels qi fang's cock pulsing. ]

Oh...

[ it feels strange, suddenly, like he's come down with a fever and his whole body is melting. he can't catch his breath and he can't stop moving, his legs opening impossibly wider. he can feel his muscles tensing and releasing hard enough to steal his breath away, clutching so hard around the cock inside him that he can't take it, his eyes filling with tears, his thighs quaking violently. ]

Ohhhh my fucking god.

[ he can't clap his hand over his mouth fast enough, and it was very loud, but he can't help it. his cock is spilling and he's chewing on his hand and reaching between them with his other one to rub out the rest, still gasping and choking and writhing. ]

[ qi fang is pretty sure he blacks out. maybe not literally, but mentally, spiritually. it's like his entire conscious decides to leave him for a spit-second, for however long it takes for him to suck in a shuddering breath after what feels like an orgasm that lasted for several years. maybe he's being dramatic, and it's usually not like him to do so, but how else can he describe what just happened? a strange out of body experience where he felt everything on every inch of his body, where he can still feel echoes of it now, singing little electric tunes throughout his nerves.

he's still struggling for a breath even after reki's cock has finished spilling. absently, he has the grace to feel guilty he hadn't been the one to reach down and get him there so belatedly he starts dropping open-mouthed kisses along reki's shoulders, his neck and chest. it still feels so impossibly tight inside reki that even shifting his hips slightly has him feeling it all over, drawing out another choked moan from him. ]

Fucking... That was amazing, you were so fucking incredible—

[ it feels a little silly to slather on praise like this, when his body's actions sing it so clearly, but he doesn't know what else to say. doesn't know what else to do but slowly pull out and flop down on the bed beside reki, stealing shallow breaths as the rest of his body tries to regulate its temperature. ]

Fuck...

Wait—

[ these tremors are lasting a lot longer than usual, resounding deeper than ever, and losing all that attention and touch and that grounding weight atop him feels like it'll set him adrift. but what's he going to do? ask him to stay? lame, that'd be lame as hell. he can't even explain why he feels this way. what the fuck would he even say?

instead, he tips his head back against the pillow and waves a trembling hand dismissively. ]

I didn't even do anything.

[ for the most part, he just laid there and spread his legs like some kind of sulky pillow princess. the praise does feel nice though, and he murrs softly as he shifts and presses his thighs back together, hissing at the soreness he feels between them. ]

[ unfortunately, he doesn't catch that "wait." he would have stopped, would have curled back in again had he heard. but for a while all he does hear is the sound of his heavy breathing, broken up only by the breathy sound of his laugh. ]

If that was "nothing" I think you'd actually kill me with "something."

[ it takes some doing, but he rolls over onto his side, looking reki over. he runs a delicate hand down the length of the boy's body, pausing on thighs that already look like they're going to be bruised. ]

Let me help you clean up.

[ those shivers begin anew at qi fang's touch, his stomach hollowing, going tight. reki stares up at the ceiling and does his best to just pretend it's not happening. ]

Just throw me your shirt. I'm gonna toss it in the machine when everyone's out anyway.

[ and yeah, he feels those bruises too, somehow outstanding even among the other ones he acquired last night. it's hard not to keep squirming and pressing his thighs together to feel them and he's slipping hard. ]

And then we can take a fucking shower 'cause we're gross.

We've been gross, man.

[ he's a little reluctant to draw away, but reki's not meeting his eyes so he feels like maybe he should give the other some room. he rolls the other way, sliding off the bed, and finds his jersey among the mess of clothing they'd made in their haste. he hands that over to reki after using a small corner to wipe up what he can of his own mess. since he hadn't fully taken off his bottoms, it's easy enough for him to tuck himself back in and make himself decent.

he stands, groaning low as he stretches out some of the soreness and tension from his own muscles, then starts the arduous task of sifting through the clothes on the floor to find reki's boxers and jeans... ]

Edited 2021-05-22 14:51 (UTC)

Yeah, no shit.

[ reki scrubs his stomach clean, but it's really not enough. all he can think of is getting out of this room and crawling into a shower, and it's music to his ears when he hears the familiar chaos of keys and kids and footsteps beyond his room. carefully, he climbs his way out of bed too, throwing open his closet so that he can narrow his eyes at the mess inside. ]

I think I've got shorts that'll fit you.

[ like technically, he knows he does. whatever. nobody has to know he buys all his clothes sized up exponentially, as big as he can manage without it looking too suspect when he straps it to his scrawny ass. ]

[ half-way through grabbing up those discarded jeans qi fang realizes, ah, that's right — reki will probably want to wear cleaner things. they're literally in his room, too, so it's not like finding those will be difficult. so he just tosses the clothes in his hand to the bed, there if reki wants them or not, but otherwise directs his attention to reki's closet, coming up to peek in behind him. ]

Yeah, shorts and hoodie should be fine. If you can spare a plastic bag to stuff my shit in, too, that'd be cool.

[ reki bumps him with an elbow playfully, but the look on his face is all sass. ]

Shit, anything else?

[ despite him running his mouth, he's retrieving a pair of cutoffs and one of the veritable rainbow of hoodies he's got hanging from a rail. qi fang will just have to deal with repping sk8core for a day. not that reki's all excited at the prospect or anything. there's a plastic shopping bag too whose contents can be dumped into the greater mess on the floor, offered to qi fang along with the rest. ]

[ there are a great number of things qi fang would like, but none of them he feels bold enough to ask for. he can't shake the feeling something between them has shifted, a little, but he guesses something has been shifting each time they've fucked. times like these he remembers why there's merit to only fooling around with someone once.

he should go as soon as he's able, lest he makes things even more weird between them. ]

Lucky for me you size up.

[ he looks the clothes over with a wry smirk, particularly the pink hoodie that is most definitely going to clash with his hair.

he shovels his stained jersey into that bag, and takes a cautionary look around to assess the damage. he does reki the favor of putting the bottles of lube back in his drawer, and picks up his dead, discarded phone. ]

You should probably charge up.

Yeah, lucky you.

[ reki gives him a look that makes it clear in no uncertain terms that size-roasting will not be tolerated until after they've showered. once he's fished his charging cable out from behind the nightstand and plugged his phone in, he's right back at the door, listening.

sounds like the coast is clear. the house is eerily quiet suddenly, one of the few times a day when that's even possible. and they've got time to spare; his mom can never make it home at any rate beyond distracted meandering, so it's finally time to creak open the door, steal a quick peek, and then return to qi fang with a curt nod. ]

C'mon.

[ he'll lead the way through the messy hall, made even messier by the eternal battle that is preparing an army of children for school. ]

[ let him get his jollies where he can, reki... who knows when he'll get to tease you next after this. hell, all of "after this" is a giant question mark to him right now.

but alright, looks like they're pink-panthering this. no big, qi fang can be quiet. he even adjusts his strides so as to fall behind reki just so, trusting the other boy won't lead them straight into the belly of the beast — or his grandmother, as it were. qi fang assumes she'd still be home, but who knows... the quiet is almost suspect, given the chaos he'd witnessed just the day before. he decides it's best to stick close, hovering just inches away from reki with every step. ]

[ reki isn't keeping it quite so subtle. grandma's home, sure, but she's easy enough to hear approaching. he doubts she'll pry herself away from the television for long enough to catch them doing anything anyway, but qi fang following along like a little duckling is cute enough to discourage him from actually saying anything about it.

compared to the hall, the bathroom is even worse. there's an explosion of hairbands covering the counter, clothes draped over every conceivable surface, and too many mysterious bottles to count. reki makes space where he can, cursing when he manages to domino an assortment of plastic tubes right on to the floor, but it is what it is. welcome to his house. he tosses whatever's on the rack across the room for good measure and replaces it with the towels he's brought. ]

Sorry for...

[ he fiddles with the water with one hand and gestures vaguely towards the mess with the other. ]

... Yeah.

[ door closed, qi fang allows himself to relax a little. tension still squares his shoulders, but there's an undeniable softness to his smile as he looks all around them. ]

Don't be. It's charming.

[ he leans against the sink as he watches reki try to make some sense of the disaster zone of the bathroom. he figures between the two of them, reki needs the shower first so he's okay to wait. ]

Back home it's just me and my parents. And they both work so much anyway so mostly it's just me.

[ he pauses, realizing there's no real reason to say any of that. reki didn't ask, and he likely doesn't care. shifting, he starts to comb his fingers through his hair as he looks himself over in the mirror. ]

Go ahead and go first. I can wait.

[ yeah, no. qi fang's got his attention the second he uses the word "charming" to describe the absolute disaster zone they're currently entrenched in, transitioning to absolutely rapt once qi fang divulges just that little bit about himself. as far as reki's concerned, they're here (still) purely due to circumstance; it's endearing in its own way for qi fang to offer him just that little bit of insight into his own situation.

he runs a hand under the water to test it, then flicks his wet fingers at qi fang, grinning impishly. ]

Good to know I can steal you away whenever I want. C'mon.

[ what is this separate showers shit? reki isn't even going to pretend to entertain the idea, stripping off his clothes and tilting his head expectantly once he's stepped under the stream. ]

[ considering how much of his current thoughts are swirling around this particular issue, it's a little comical how long it takes qi fang to realize the implication behind reki's words. that there could well be a next time. and maybe even a time again after that.

funny how quickly his mood perks up at something like that. funny.

and, hey, the invitation to join a cute boy in the shower can also do wonders for one's mood. ]

I dunno, is it really stealing if I'm coming willingly?

[ he shoves his shorts down and steps right into the shower right beside reki. he unwittingly blocks the rest of the spray when he does, and he'd laugh if he weren't still concerned the height jokes are still out of bounds. instead, he puts his hands on reki's hips and turns them around, letting the water get all over the other's hair. ]

[ maybe it's off limits for qi fang, but obviously that rule doesn't apply to reki, who doesn't even try hide his snickering. ]

Dumbass.

[ but a cute dumbass—and what a coincidence, a shower is the perfect excuse to cozy right up to him. not that he needs one, with qi fang grabbing him by the hips already, a gesture that is only asking for trouble. what else could reki possibly do but wriggle in his grasp as he scratches through his hair and gets it soaking wet. ]

Maybe hold on to that one. I'm gonna torture the shit outta you in here.

[ it's the perfect opportunity. reki's already soaping up their skin, and when he wriggles again, it's nothing but a smooth glide between them. ]

[ he probably should've known there was no way he was getting out of this one without at least a semi. seeing reki naked and wet and smiling at him like that? not to mention how his body's moving against him? yeah, he's a goner. a lost cause.

he's not sure if he should give in or not. he doubts they have a lot of time to spare here but at the same time... fuck he's too irresistible it's just not fair. ]

It's not torture if I like it.

[ this, said with a rough groan and a meaningful squeeze of those hips. he doesn't hesitate to shift forward and rock into the slick friction reki provides him, sighing softly into his ear. ]

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