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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[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. ]