knock me down like a heavyweight

[rekd]

[ 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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[rekd]

Qi Fang...

[ he's not ready for it, no, not for the way that second finger sears straight through him and opens him so wide that his legs start to violently shake. it's been forever since it's felt like this, the pleasure and pain commandeering every last one of his faculties, leaving him seething against that well-chewed fist of his.

he's apologetic too, his grasp in qi fang's hair pushing instead of pulling now, his twitching hips jolting desperately to try to break free of the wet confines of qi fang's mouth. every lick just feels too good, and his hand slips out of qi fang's hair to squeeze around the base of his cock while he rocks against those fingers working inside him. ]

Fuck me.

[ not that he's entirely ready, but he wants more of this, feeling almost brand new every time those fingers scrape against his walls. honestly, he deserves a medal for managing to stay as quiet as he is when every touch between them burns and stings so perfectly that it leaves him teetering on the edge like this. ]

Please, baby.

[tongxue]

[ his lips slide off of reki's cock with a wet, lewd sound. spit dribbles down his chin, pooling in the dip of his clavicle, but all he does is lick at his lips, glance up and meet reki's eyes with a sharp darkness in his. ]

I wanna taste you first.

[ he shakes his head, the action making his lips brush against that swollen cockhead, red and angry. his tongue slips out, dragging the tip against that leaking slit. teasing but eager. his fingers, meanwhile, have calmed to small, soothing rubs against those tight walls. ]

Come in my mouth, then I'll fuck you as hard as you want, baby.

[rekd]

[ what's he gonna do, argue with someone who looks at him like that, who makes him feel so good he's not even sure that he can handle it anymore? he rubs his fingers over qi fang's wet lips, trembling every time his touch finds a place inside that sparks, then slips in his thumb to open up his mouth nice and wide for the slow push of his cock. ]

Feel so fuckin' good, [ he murmurs, rocking hard into the heat of his mouth. he's paying now for being so distracted that he's neglected his body all this time, already feeling it building up inside him, ready to turn explosive at the right stroke. his breathing turns sharp and he forces himself to just surrender to the compulsion to keep fucking into all that wetness.

really, he could come off the image of qi fang's red lips stretched around his cock alone. his hands are gentle on qi fang's face even as those thrusts turn quick and rough and the only thing left to whisper is his name. he comes—and comes and comes until he's whining, four days worth of wanting spilling into qi fang's throat and leaving him gasping on the point of those fingers inside him. ]

[tongxue]

[ it's the onslaught of everything — the sights, the sounds, the goddamn masterpiece that is reki giving into his pleasure, unbidden. but more than all of that it's the juxtaposition of those gentle touches and the frantic, erratic movements of reki's hips that has qi fang's blood turning electric this time around. has him stifling a moan deep in his throat as those last few thrusts signal a flood he's all too thirsty for.

he almost forgets to move, so focused on swallowing all that reki can give him. (he fails, though, but not for lack of effort; come dribbles down the corner of his lips, down his chin, coats his lips in an obscene slick that shines like the whites in his eyes when he gazes up at the other.) belatedly, movement trickles back into his limbs, gets his fingers rubbing and pressing soothing pressure over those nerves. knowing reki must be hypersensitive now, he doesn't relent, even if his ministrations are gentle and tender. he doesn't let up, keeps swallowing around that cock and tracing his tongue along every contour and vein. keeps his fingers pulsing gently to match the staccato beat of reki's pulse.

he eases his lips off with an almost reverent sort of tenderness, punctuates the gesture with a soft kiss to that weeping head. he draws his tongue along the wet line of his lips, knows he looks a flushed mess and beams proudly because of it. ]

You're so fucking hot, [ he hums, pleased as punch. ] How're you mine, huh?

[rekd]

[ reki can hardly believe the fucking audacity of him to ask that—now, when qi fang's lips are gleaming irresistibly, when his eyes are dark in that way that makes reki's bones turn to water beneath his skin. he drags his fingers through the mess around qi fang's mouth, feeding it through his lips with a spearing thrust and an impish little smile. ]

You're sayin' that to me?

[ qi fang looks beautiful; reki knows more than anything he just looks horny. he can't stop moving, even now, not with those fingers still crooked deep inside and turning that fine post-orgasm glow into a sharp sting every time they shift inside him. he'd almost forgotten that all this began because getting anything from qi fang made him so hungry for more, but there's no denying it now, how eagerly his body drinks in every little touch he spares. ]

Stay like this, I wanna see you.

[ he has the most alluring view this way, balanced precariously atop as he reaches for that lubricant to slick up qi fang's cock. a few passes of his hand is all that he can manage before he's rising and resettling, ditching the fingers inside of him so that he can straddle the head of his erection and let his weight slowly sink it into his hole. his breath catches, but his gaze stays fixed, watching. ]