rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

knock me down like a heavyweight

[ by the time reki's gotten to his seat in homeroom, it feels like the night before was all just some sort of hazy, surreal dream. a lot's happened since then; for one, his arm is bandaged all the way up to the elbow, compliments of a gnarly gash he got bailing straight into a cluster of jagged rocks, he's probably killed off half the brain cells he's got left skidding on his face, and the unfathomable weight of last night's loss is heavy on his mind. kinda hard to think about anything else when he can still hear his skateboard crackling beneath the flames. fuckin' sucks, man.

it takes awhile for him to zone back into reality. really, it's less of a zone and more of a jolt, when the gaggle of jeering students crowding around him start to dissipate and he notices qi fang with a start. fuck, he forgot all about those english notes. even worse, qi fang looks so good, fresh-faced and distractingly handsome. reki, on the other hand, looks like he stayed up til the early hours of the morning getting stitched up in the ER and barely slid into class in time for the bell in yesterday's wrinkled clothes. embarrassing.

whatever. he has until lunch to think up a good excuse for why he can't return those notes yet. instead, of course, he sleeps straight through all of his classes and sleep-walks up the stairs to the roof, flopping into his usual spot against the fence, debating whether or not he even wants to be awake to eat. a nap in the sun sounds a lot better, so he pulls his hoodie up and leans his head back against the chain links, letting his eyes drift shut slowly. ]

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[ soon the sounds of their heavy breathing mingle in the air, broken up only by the occasional moan or grunt from the torturous twist of qi fang's wrist. he feels pinned by that look in reki's eyes, the one that promises to devour him on the spot if he's a good, bad boy. qi fang, of course, is eager to obey, ready to give him whatever the fuck he wanted for just a second more of that look.

luckily, their priorities align. luckily? reki offers up some spit to help the process along, prompting a low groan from qi fang and a clumsy buck of his hips. he tightens his grip briefly, all but crushing their swollen, sensitive heads together, and then he's right back to that frantic stroking, intent clear. ]

First, I'm gonna make you come by my hand.

[ reki's leg is firm around him, but he aches to get the other boy trembling again. he hasn't nearly seen that sight enough, of reki rendered a sated, whimpering mess. ]

Then I'm gonna take you to bed and eat you out till you're begging for my dick.

[ voice a low, dirty growl of a promise. he's lowered his head now that their lips are centimeters away from each other. breathing the same air, ghosting kisses every time his mouth moves to speak.

this time his tone is light, conversational. ]

Then I was thinking I'd order us some lunch.

[ yeah, reki's on board with all of that, even if the offer to eat him out again has him moaning low like he's just suffered a blow to the gut. it's practically the same thing; he remembers all too well that hot, twisting tongue digging inside him and echoes of that sensation resound right through the cock jerking in qi fang's grasp.

thank god he has something to snicker about, because he surely would have lost it otherwise. the change of tone makes him wind his arms around qi fang a little tighter, luxuriating in this brave new world they're pioneering where things can be comfortable and fun and fucking filthy. ]

Just like this?

[ it's so good, panting against qi fang's lips, pressing soft kisses between every needy little gasp and whimper. somehow, it adds to it, gets him higher and so much more hungry for it, his hips rocking roughly with every twist of qi fang's wrist. ]

Want me to come all over your dick?

Yeah, [ comes qi fang's strangled grunt, steadily losing the calm he'd mustered up just then. reki's way too sexy like this, far too dangerous. he's grinning and moving like he's in his element, in a similar but also completely different way than when he'd been on that board. like he's free, almost unhinged, and just like then it's exhilarating to witness. it's addicting to be a part of it.

feeling cruel and impatient, qi fang curls his index finger to rub and press over the sensitive head of reki's cock, coaxing more pearly precome to gather and spread. he keeps looking down between each little kiss, enthralled by the sight of his hand so full. ]

Your dick's so fucking pretty, baby. Just like the rest of you.

[ his free hand slips up to curl around reki's neck, holding him to the wall while qi fang's eyes burn this image of him into the back of his mind. ]

C'mon and come for me, I wanna taste you already.

[ what's really exhilarating, reki thinks, is how precisely qi fang knows to touch him. his fingers find all the places he'd be begging for him to go if he wasn't already there, unraveling him like he's been doing this for years instead of days. there's no playing coy; qi fang's going to make him come, pinned up against a wall while his gaze drinks him in, and there's just nothing he can do about it but gasp his name. ]

Qi Fang...

[ he probably doesn't look too pretty anymore, huffing and squirming beneath qi fang's grasp, but there's nothing he can do about it. his stomach's already hollowing, his thighs shaking with the force of the release that's coming, grounded only by the fingers around his throat. which he's plenty thankful for when his climax hits and blacks out his vision, reducing his whole world to nothing but the almost painful pulsing of his dick.

and it doesn't stop; it feels like one of those nuts that'll last forever, trapping him in that cycle of wild, desperate keening and satisfied little growls over and over again. at least by the end of it, he's halfway lucid, enough to remember that qi fang wanted a taste. why not be sweetly appreciative of all his hard work and run his trembling fingers through the absolute mess he's made, lifting them up to qi fang's mouth for just that. ]

[ hearing his name on reki's tongue like that fills him with a strange surge of emotions; how is it possible to feel so powerful yet so weak at the same time? those eyes on him, the way that body is reacting to him, qi fang feels like he can do anything. but at the same time he feels so drawn to the boy in front of him he feels like he can't even breathe without getting reki's say-so.

he's still so caught up in the sight of reki giving into his bliss that he almost doesn't catch the fingers rising up to his mouth. a bump on his lips is all it takes to have them parting eagerly though, followed quickly by a loan moan as he sucks those fingers in as deep as they'll go. his tongue curls around and in between each digit, sucking and licking them clean while he keeps his intense gaze on the other, pinning him against the wall where his hands can't. ]

Delicious, [ he hums, the sound rumbling in his chest. he loosens his hold around their dicks, relieved for the reprieve and the chance to breathe. finishing himself off would be a perk, but not his main concern at the moment. he's already pawing at reki's hoodie, dragging it up and over his head. ]

I need you naked on that bed right now.

[ thank god his vision clears just in time for him to watch qi fang swallow down his fingers. he's still shuddering, but for a new reason this time, rendered practically frozen by the sensuous display before him, by the heavy weight of qi fang's gaze.

he's so quiet until qi fang says that, and then he's groaning helplessly all over again, fevered and flushed as if he didn't just come all over the both of them. it's a jolting kind of desire, like touching a fresh, raw wound, but it doesn't keep reki from helping qi fang undress him the rest of the way.

what was the plan again? his mind is reeling too hard to think of any one thing. it's all just qi fang's hands and tongue and heavily-lidded eyes compelling him down on to the bed, up on his knees, bending his back and lifting his ass like he's presenting a prize. he knows qi fang likes it when he spreads himself apart, so he does that too, leaning heavy on his cheek, trying to catch his breath even though he's well-aware it's not going to happen.

not if qi fang keeps looking at him like that. ]

Is this how you want me?

[ it's suddenly tough not to sound a little vulnerable; he wants to do this right, wants the intensity in that gaze to never dim. ]

[ the sound qi fang makes when reki bends over and presents himself like that is... inhuman. ]

Fuck... Yeah, baby, that's good.

[ it didn't even matter now if qi fang had anything else in mind — the vision reki provides for him right now is instantly a thousand times better. he momentarily forgets his own disrobing in favor of kneeling down on the bed to rub his hands over the swell of that ass and lean down to stifle a loud moan right in between those cheeks. he drags his tongue over that puckered entrance once, then twice, then once more for good luck before he had to forcibly drag himself away. two seconds and those hoodie and shorts are gone and he's right back there behind reki, marveling at the gift he's just been given.

his cock strains, swollen and red, reminding him he has yet to come. he can't resist the urge to grip at its base and slap its fat head against the curve of reki's ass a few times, watching the skin there ripple and flush pink. how badly he wishes he could just shove himself in and fuck reki till he's crying out his name but he knows if he waits just a little longer, it will just be that much sweeter.

it's not like he doesn't enjoy the alternative anyway. he's leaning right back down, helping reki spread himself open while his tongue resumes its work making a mess of the trail between reki's sensitive parts. he groans again, the sound vibrating there, punctuated by an eager tongue working that ring of muscle loose. ]

[ it's pretty much impossible to hide the way reki perks up at the praise. he's all but humming under the skin with latent energy and anticipation by the time qi fang settles down on the bed behind him, trying his hardest not to fuck up his posture and give in to the urge to steal a peek. but he wants to, wants so badly to see how qi fang is looking at him right now.

must be good, considering qi fang wastes no time diving right in. reki's left squirming and whining in the aftermath, trying with all he's got to stay still, so sure that he knows what's coming that it's an entire shock to his senses when he's wrong. ]

Oh fuck!

[ he knows exactly what qi fang's hitting him with and it's the thing that breaks him, gets him moving and straining and moaning low in his throat. there's something about it that's so dirty and possessive and he'd beg for more of it if he could articulate anything right now. but no, that's so far beyond him at this point; the only thing he can do is claw at the bedsheets and make wild noises in the pit of his throat as qi fang rumbles right through his most vulnerable parts, writhing as his tongue undoes all that clenching tension he's created. ]

[ tucked away in his second floor bedroom, there's absolutely no one that could possibly hear all the filthy sounds they're making right now. with his parents busy at work they're free to get as loud and as filthy as they want, so qi fang has absolutely no reservations in fucking reki open with his tongue, in holding those hips hard enough to bruise just so they would stay still long enough for him to drag his teeth over plump flesh every time he needed to come up for air. ]

Tell me what you want, [ he pants against reki's skin, dragging his tongue flat along the boy's perineum. his plan had been to hold out, but he misjudged how badly his own desires would overtake him. it's taking every ounce of his restraint not to just bury himself deep right now. ] C'mon, nobody's gonna hear you but me.

[ qi fang's turning him into a writhing, sobbing mess. reki really has no idea what to do with things he can't control; he can't fuck himself back on a lick, can't clench around it, can't do much of anything but let qi fang do whatever the fuck he wants and let every new sensation be a complete surprise. it's such a fucking turn on because he's so helpless, feeling his hips bruise in qi fang's grasp and his hole savaged by something so wet and fluid, but it also drives him completely out of his mind.

he's glad for the break, even if all he does is shiver through it, trying to remember how to string together a fucking sentence. qi fang's asking him a question, and he knows what the answer is, but he's still stuck on something else. ]

Hit me.

[ that's vague, but it's intentional. there's direction, anyway, in the way he fixes his posture, lifting his ass up even higher. ]

Please. It feels so fucking good when you do it.

[ dizzy as he is with his own lust, it doesn't really click in qi fang's brain what exactly reki could mean. but when it does? oh man. ]

Fuck.

[ he sounds almost pained, the way the word just wrenches out of his grit teeth like someone had reached down his throat and tore it right out of him. he muffles a sound against reki's ass, bears down another sharp bite that'll surely leave a mark, and then he's shuffling back onto his knees, taking in a shaky breath once he gets a hand wrapped around his cock again.

he watches, transfixed, each time his cock collides against the soft flesh of reki's ass. once, twice, five times doesn't feel like enough. he starts to alternate slapping that ass with his dick, to spanking it with his hand, to pressing his cockhead right up against the ring of his hole just enough to force it around his girth just to slip it right back out again. lather, rinse, repeat. ]

Shit... you're so sexy...

[ this one's on reki, really. he didn't know that asking for it meant that qi fang would give him everything he could possibly want. it's shaking him right off balance, every impact just as sweet as the next, whether it's his cock or his hand. thank god they're in this empty house; there's really no way to stifle these wild, throaty groans that qi fang's beating out of him, turning sharp and loud when he feels teeth.

he's sagging on his knees again, so caught up in what qi fang's doing that his posture has slipped. he lifts his hips and feels qi fang press his cock up against his hole, raw and bare, and it's hard to keep himself up all over again, his heart thundering in his chest, his dick throbbing like a hammered thumb. ]

Oh fuck, oh fuck—

[ it's a weird thing, to be grateful that he trusts a person, to trust anyone in the first place. in this state, he knows he'd let qi fang do it if he wanted, but he also knows that he wouldn't hurt reki like that, and sure enough, that brilliant pressure falls away. this guy deserves the world, at the very fucking least, but reki starts with a smaller offer: ]

Now my mouth. Please.

[ curse the human body for its physical limitations. curse the fact qi fang can't be everywhere and give everything all at once. the strength that he'd had in restraining, in keeping up the assault on reki's ass that's got it speckled with pink and reds, it all but crumbles away the moment reki makes another request. qi fang shudders once, enough to reach the tips of his toes, and then he's falling back on his ass, legs giving out from under him. ]

C'mere.

[ his voice is rough, hoarse like he'd been the one crying out just moments ago. he's still got his cock gripped tight in his fist, so hard it's nearly purple, downright painful. the moment reki makes a move towards him he's going to be reaching for a fistful of that brilliant red hair, guiding his head down to offer his cock some much-needed relief.

truthfully, it won't take him long at all, not with that mouth on him, feeling the pressure of wet heat and a throat. a few bucks of his hips, a few pumps of that mouth — qi fang will come with a loud moan that rings in his ears, tossing his head back so far he falls completely backwards on the bed, nearly hanging off of it. ]

[ poor baby. reki's been selfish with his attention but it's hard not to be indulgent when everything qi fang does is so perfect. at least like this, he's willing to do anything. sure, it doesn't take much, but he's sure to choke himself on qi fang's cock the moment he's got a hand fisted in his hair, diving into his lap with long, luxurious thrusts into his throat. he loves this and always has, but qi fang deserves even better than that.

he moans in appreciation for the load that shoots down his throat, suckling until qi fang's spent, and then licking for long after that. let him spend those blissful moments after release deep in the silky heat of his mouth, reki's tongue right there to curl around his cock and ride right up and down the shaft. he only lets him go to wet him down more, licking the tension out of his balls before he's back to idly stroking his cock again with long drags of his tongue, humming in satisfaction all the while. ]

[ who's being selfish? things certainly don't feel imbalanced right now, not when qi fang's literally seeing bursts of light behind his eyelids. he's panting like he's just run a marathon, but one would think from how hard he's come he'd have softened but no. reki hasn't given him or his dick a chance to breathe; it twitches in interest against reki's masterful licking, but while the body is willing the spirit needs a second or two to get back around to proper thinking.

hissing, his hips give a reflexive buck up into that tongue, but a wild hand comes up to grasp at reki's arm, squeeze. he's so oversensitive he feels like he's going to burst at the seams. ]

Fuck — h-hang on, I... Lemme breathe...

[ reki still doesn't understand this whole "quitting" thing, but fine. one more devious little lick and he's moving on, trailing kisses up qi fang's belly and across his sides, holding out a hand for him to reel himself off the edge of the bed with. ]

Can you blame me after that?

[ if starry eyes were a real life thing, reki'd have galaxies in his gaze. here he'd thought all his sexual awakenings were conscious and accounted for, but no. it turns out his biggest kink of all is whatever the fuck is happening here.

it might seem sweet, him retrieving that drink the second qi fang isn't in danger of sliding off the bed, but don't be fooled. ]

Here.

[ he still feels a little woozy sitting back up, but that could have something more to do with the fact he did it way too quickly. his body's figuring itself out, but everything seems pretty much accounted for, so for all intents and purposes he's actually not that bad off.

still, he'll be a little cautious here, just in case he accidentally makes himself pass out. the drink is a welcome boon and distraction, and he doesn't hesitate to guzzle down what he can before offering it back to reki. ]

You're a real workout, y'know?

[ maybe his mind isn't in proper working order yet but he swears that's meant to be a compliment. he'll grin, reaching for reki to tug him closer. ]

[ yeah, reki's thinking he'll take it as one. set aside the fact that it's been almost 48 hours of this non-stop and it seems like one. honestly, reki should just be happy that he hasn't killed him yet.

he lifts the drink to his lips, but—oh. he's getting pulled closer. not entirely sure what qi fang wants him to do here when he's not allowed back on his dick yet, reki improvises and presses sports drink-flavored kisses everywhere he can reach. ]

Honestly, I'm surprised your dick isn't shooting smoke by now. That's pretty epic, dude.

[ yeah... yeah. he's also pretty surprised his dick hasn't just fallen right off, but. he'd rather not jinx himself just in case the universe remembers he can't have nice things. ]

And what, this is just a regular day for you?

[ then again, maybe he doesn't really want to know if reki's used to all this marathon sex...

fortunately there's a suitable distraction in the form of gaterade-flavored kisses. he hadn't really had a plan when he reached out for reki, short of cuddling him close, but he realizes belatedly that that's a bit too intimate. making out seems a suitable compromise, so he opts for that. ]

[ he kind of set himself up for that question. but that still doesn't wipe the sour look off his face when qi fang asks it, nor does it stop him from flinching away when qi fang leans in. ]

No.

[ really, he has nothing to be mad about. he's literally whoring around right this very second. really, he should have opted for the make-out session too, because aside from that, he's really got nothing to argue and no reason to prove anything. he doesn't even have a good excuse to be mad at the implication. if anyone else said it, he'd probably take it in stride. for some reason, it's only infuriating in this exact context.

he glumly nurses another sip off that gatorade, glaring balefully at that corkboard instead. ]

[ oof, strike one. and what a strike it is. to be honest, qi fang's surprised they've lasted this long without him somehow stuffing his entire foot into his mouth, but he supposes potency makes up for speed in this case. seems just right he'd land himself in the doghouse, half-hard and naked on his bed with a cute boy nestled between his legs.

he lowers his hands and opts for just settling them on the small of reki's back and one of his thighs, giving him the option to slip away should he want to. ]

Sorry... I didn't mean it like that.

[ like, sure. would it have bothered him if the answer with an affirmative? yeah. but not for the reason reki might think; it's not judgment that fuels it, but jealousy. but that's a stupid feeling to have too. ]

Stop. You don't have to apologize.

[ maybe this is a little bit qi fang's fault. the people who say that kind of shit to him don't apologize or reach out like this. he's got reki all fucked up on mixed signals. but then he's been playing his part too, thinking back, and there's really no seeing them both as anything but absolutely complicit.

so once again, he lands on the fact that this is all his fault for getting in his feelings in the first place. might as well just fucking get over it and move on. ]

It's fine. Here.

[ take this fucking demon potion off his hands. maybe he's reasoned out his own bullshit but he's still going to hate the taste of Gatorade forever. ]

[ qi fang takes the drink, but only to set it aside with a shake of his head. ]

No, that was fucked up of me to say.

[ regardless how reki's said or done, he's got no business or right to be throwing that kind of shit out there. of course, now he's not really sure what he can do or say to make this any better. should he even be trying to? maybe this is all just inevitable, a long time coming, a swift and efficient way to end this like it should have much earlier. ]

It's cool if you wanna go or... I dunno, stay and have lunch at least. I promised you that much.

[ reki rolls his eyes. ]

Dude, it's fine. It's not like you're putting anything out there that I don't deserve.

[ like, that's the whole pretense of this, right? reki's his secret slutty little booty call and that was fine for them the past few days. he thinks. it's hard to separate the things he's probably wrong about from the reality of the situation anymore. he can't fault this guy for that. ]

You want me to go, I'll go.

[ reki's words, the way he says it — there's a lot there that qi fang decides he doesn't like, but he's too muddled up now to know why or what to do with it. instead he shakes his head again, frowning deeper. ]

Look, it's not my business. We were having fun and I ruined it by being a jackass. Just call it like it is.

[ he runs a hand over his face, through his hair. hard to believe just minutes ago they'd both been in the throes
of pure bliss. ]

I don't want you to go but I'm not gonna make you stay.

Edited 2021-06-02 02:34 (UTC)

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