rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

[ nope, no time for bantz. immediately, the twins are in hot pursuit, grandma's peering through the threshold and whistling like a cat-calling construction worker when she sees qi fang zoom by, and reki can hear koyomi hollering about something from the twins' room. he just puts his head down and books it double-time, until he can shove qi fang into his messy room and shut the door.

and then it's just them and all his walls covered in his stupid art and the shelves upon shelves of colorful albums and comic books stacked up upon his paint-spattered floor. this is so embarrassing. ]

Sorry, man.

[ qi fang doesn't look upset. he's grinning, even. naturally, reki assumes he's annoyed beyond repair. ]

I told you.

[ if it's not one thing it's another, but it doesn't hit qi fang until they've sequestered themselves in reki's room just what it is about reki that's so magnetic — or, at least, one of the things. every part of reki, every inch, everything around him, it all just bursts with personality. there's so much to take in, qi fang doesn't even know if he'll ever fully grasp it all, but it's kind of exciting to think about trying.

he chews slowly around the rest of his croquette, taking a slow pan of the room now that the chaos has more or less been left behind. ]

I think your grandma thinks I'm cute.

[ he grins, finishing off the food with a few more rough bites. then he's reaching over to grab a fistful of reki's shirt, using that to tug him closer. ]

It's fun here. My place is always too quiet.

... Yeah?

[ it's so stupid. this shouldn't feel like such a severe form of validation. there's not even anything to validate. it's not like there's supposed to be anything between them but notes and fast food and teenage hormones.

but hearing him say that makes reki want to kiss him so hard. it makes his stomach flutter all over again, his heart drumming away. he thinks it's fun here, surrounded by all the things that are so intimately precious to him. ]

Yeah, she's a total perv. But don't worry, I'll protect you.

[ he's smiling when he lifts himself up on his toes and winds his arms around qi fang's shoulders, nosing into his space for a kiss that's probably softer than it oughtta be. ]

[ maybe it's just qi fang's own ego at work here but he's pretty sure he sees a certain sparkle in reki's eyes when he said that. it does something weird to his chest, makes him feel light and heavy at the same time so he's grateful for the arms around his shoulders, bringing him back down to earth. his fingers are a little greasy from the croquette, but his hands are fitting around the small of reki's back anyway, meeting him halfway again in a kiss that feels like it's been a long time coming.

it is soft too. it has no real business being that soft, especially as a precursor to what was essentially a second booty call, but here they are. qi fang wants to deepen it, actually, but he's mindful of where they are, of tiny little feet that could somehow find a way in the room. he already knows now not to put it past them. ]

Kinda sorry I settled for pizza... Your mom looked ready to stuff me full of whatever delicious-smelling thing she was cooking.

[ reki groans and buries his face against qi fang's shoulder for a second. yeah, the taste of croquettes that he just kissed off his lips is getting to him too. ]

Right? Now I'm craving real dinner.

[ his arms loosen, but just a little. here in the relative quiet of his room, it's proving to be a lot harder to give qi fang up. it feels like it's been an eternity of flirting with the urge, and really, who can blame him when qi fang feels so fucking good in his arms?

he sighs, running one hand down qi fang's chest. ]

Lemme just grab what we need and I'll put together something for you before we head out.

Don't worry about it. Pizza's still good.

[ next time, he almost says, but thankfully manages to bite his tongue before actual stupidity comes out. next time... what the fuck is he thinking?

he glances down, sees reki moving his hand over his chest and absently mimics the motion with a hand at the other boy's back. ]

Right, yeah. What're we here for anyway?

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[ well now how the hell is he supposed to go anywhere. qi fang's hand feels so good and he's so heart-breakingly cute right now. which is downright fucking inconsiderate of him when reki's feeling so well-thrown by this whole turn of events.

he raises a brow, fingers scratching softly through the fabric of his jersey. ]

You wanna fuck me, right? I, uh, noticed you left your bag at school...

[ no comment on that. they're both fucking messes today. ]

Unless— I get it if this is all too much. Like, really.

[ it's not as if qi fang had forgotten what they were there for in the first place — how could he??? — but it does still feel a little jarring to think about that after having walked through a crash course of reki's family life. his cheeks tint a little as he chuckles in embarrassment, feeling almost like he'd misstepped somehow. ]

No No, I... [ he clears his throat, stilling the one hand in reki's back so he can reach down and grip at the other's hip. ] Trust me, I still want to. I just... completely forgot we'd be needing stuff.

[ you know, like a whole ass idiot. ]

[ oh no, now he's cuter. this feels like the most dangerous game reki's ever played, and since his head is all fucked up when it comes to situations he should by all means back out of, it just makes him that much bolder. after all, what's the worst that can happen if he presses into that hand against qi fang's chest and rises up again to kiss one of those warm cheeks? what, he'll call it off? like it wasn't going to end eventually anyway. ]

It's fine. I got us this time.

[ y'know. as opposed to when qi fang got them the last time. not an implication that there'll be more times. ]

Let's go. I've been thinking about you eating me out all day and I don't think I can wait anymore.

[ the kiss works both to soothe and rattle him, this weird in-between of sedated and keyed up. the hand at reki's hip squeezes again, this time emphatically, as if to say all the things he cannot say right now — all of them stupid, all of them way too premature.

he forces his mind to shift to the matter at hand. which, to be fair, isn't all that difficult considering what it is. he's still a ball of raging teenage hormones, after all, so it doesn't take too long for the warm haze in his head to turn a different kind of heat, one that plummets straight down to his core. ]

Yeah. [ his voice is raspy, like he hasn't used it in days. ] I got some work to do.

[ he shifts a hand down, grabbing a handful of ass to squeeze. ]

[ all right, if qi fang is going to do all that, then reki's going to bend over real slow and wriggle while he paws through the drawer of his nightstand. after all, there's nothing that could possibly make him more deserving of a show than doing and saying all the right things. (in just the right voice, ugh.) qi fang earned himself a little bit of a view. ]

Love when you say shit like that. Fuck.

[ maybe he's stalling a little bit, too. things don't have to be purely altruistic all the time. sometimes you have to tease your favorite booty call to keep things fresh. either way, he eventually grabs a bottle and slides it into his back pocket, sucking on his cheek as he considers their options. his eyes land on the window above his desk. ]

We should go out the window. Y'wanna?

[ and what is qi fang supposed to do, but immediately hone in on the treat being presented right in front of him? suddenly forcing himself to think of the initial purpose of their being there was a bad, bad move, because now there's absolutely no way he can make it back through the house and face all those people again, when fresh in his mind is how fucking tight reki's ass had squeezed his dick the night before.

he groans, sounding almost miserable, and slides right up behind reki to press his hardening cock between those cheeks practically asking for it. ]

We're gonna have to now you've given me this semi. You fucking brat.

[ he rocks his hips meaningfully, pathetically, and wraps reki up in his arms to shove a hand under his shirt and pinch at a nipple — deserved. ]

[ there's no practically about it; reki's telltale sigh of relief as qi fang presses in close is proof positive that this is exactly what he was asking for. who cares if there are clothes between them—he needed this, feeling the erection grinding between his cheeks grow harder and harder with every sway of his hips.

and then qi fang gilds the whole thing by calling him his favorite name and using those shiver-inducing fingers to squeeze a sharp, half-swallowed cry out of him. with everything so perfectly in key between them, is it any wonder he can't even get through a school day without tearing at this boy's pants? not his fault, not at all. ]

Mm... Oops.

[ he can't even bring himself to say sorry ironically, not when he's so dedicated to tracing the ridge of qi fang's cock through his shorts with the slow rise and fall of his ass. they need to go, like, right now, but reki's already pissed at the prospect of qi fang being able to take his hands off of him. ]

You've still got a long way to go. Even longer now.

[ the friction all of reki's rubbing provides is more a tease than relief, but he'll take what he can get now that his body has remembered how desperate he is. he can't help rutting against the other boy like some untamed dog, but trust that is is trying his best to regain some modicum of control... somewhat. ]

You're really trying to kill me, huh?

[ he buries his face against reki's neck, nosing the line there till he finds a spot delicate enough to take advantage of. lightly, he bears his teeth there, just enough to give reki a taste, because there's no reason the both of them can't be tortured right now. ]

[ whatever it is, reki's just proud those hands don't leave him. he's not exactly excited at the prospect of throwing anything down in his room in the middle of the day when he can hear his entire family shouting to each other across the house, but he'll cut this short when it matters. not like he's the one getting his dick polished.

he has a line and a whole ass plan and all of that goes immediately out the window the second that he feels teeth scraping over his skin. for a second, he's so tense that all he can do is shiver, the promise of pain a point-blank shot that makes the fire in his core come roaring to life. then his hands are rising, pulling hard in qi fang's hair as his head tips to the side, opening up more skin for the thrilling motions of his mouth. ]

Harder.

[ another demand and qi fang feels it go straight to his dick. he half-laughs, half-moans, tipping his head into that desperate hand in his hair. but rather than bite down like he really wants to, qi fang just licks a long line over that exposed nape before drawing his lips up to reki's ear to growl out, ]

Get me out of here and I'll go as hard as you want.

[ he grinds his hip in a dirty motion against that plump ass, hands now gripping tight at reki's hips. as much as he could easily see himself bending reki over his bed and leaving all kinds of marks over his skin, he is also a little too aware of just how many family members could suddenly demand their attention at any time... as well as recall just how loud reki can be when he gets really into it. considering all they've got planned ahead of them, he's not that eager to risk it. ]

[ the next sound reki makes is the brattiest one of all, a livid little growl punctuated by an impatient huff. this asshole. it's not enough that he's denying reki want he wants, but then he has to go and get him high on the sound of that voice growling in his ear, winding him up so tightly reki's not sure he'll ever come undone. ]

Get off me.

[ he says, snapping his ass as hard as he can into the sweet crush of qi fang's cock, bearing so hard against the fingers clutching his hips that it stings. it just looks like a little payback, right; nobody needs to know how hungry he is for anything he can steal. it's totally not glaringly obvious how hard it is for him to claw at the corner of his desk and pull himself away, heaving raggedly as he tries to remember what the fuck he's even trying to do. ]

[ this time qi fang really does have to laugh. how is it reki can be so endearing and sexy at the same time?? maybe he's going crazy, maybe mama reki put something in that croquette, but right now qi fang can't seem to decide if he wants to kiss reki silly or fuck his brains out.

though the decision gets made for him when he feels the buck against his cock, choking out another moan from him. the squeeze he gives those hips is rough, unforgiving in its warning. he's really trying his best not to rip reki's pants off right now — for both their sakes! — and this is the thanks he gets. sheesh. ]

Save that energy for when you're on my dick.

[ he finally, finally tears himself away. forces a step back, and then another, but reki's still kind of bent over so is it really his fault when his hand suddenly reaches out and smacks against one of those thick cheeks? no, no it is not. ]

[ it's really working to his advantage that he's so used to sneaking out that all the motions he needs to make to get there have become rote. gotta open the window, gotta slowly feed the ramp down to the grass—gotta go still as the sound of qi fang's hand cracking across his air precedes a sting that takes his breath away.

he huffs again and goes back to work, casting a quick smirk over his shoulder. ]

Figured you would've done that sooner, the way you go on and on about my ass. Almost had me thinking you don't really like it that much.

[ and there. now they have a path of egress, as dubious and unstable as it may look. ]

Wanna go first?

I gotta keep you on your toes somehow, don't I?

[ of course reki would like getting spanked, of course he would. qi fang really has to take a moment to thank whatever deity is out there for smiling down on him. how is it possible to find someone who ticks all the boxes for you??

—okay loverboy, quit getting ahead of yourself. this is just a booty call, after all. who knows if anything will ever come from it. (and? technically? shouldn't he hope nothing does?) ]

Uh. Sure...

[ he's giving that board a dubious look, wondering if it'll even hold his weight, but. well. what other choice does he have?

carefully he maneuvers his way to the window, sticking his head out to get a look at what he's working with here... then he's going to shimmy out on his hands and knees and hop off at the first chance he gets, landing as lightly and discreetly on the grass as possible. ]

[ it's almost its own reward, watching someone as tall as qi fang working his way out of such a small window. reki's not going to even try to cover up how much he enjoys it. he'll even paw at qi fang's ass on his way out too, hopeful that it doesn't throw his descent.

and then he's hopping out of the window too, sliding gracefully down the ramp and reaching out for qi fang's wrist the second he lands. no interruptions this time; he's pulling them straight to the shed. ]

Ignore the... everything.

[ it's a mess in here: papers, prints, paintings drying on the line above the bench, boards in various states of crafting and disrepair. reki shoves what he can out of the way and leans up against the bench, eyeing qi fang up and down. ]

Almost feel bad making you wait any longer.

[ qi fang hadn't known what to expect by the time they actually make it into the shed. reki had mentioned having a shop of his own but what does he know of skateboards and the like? apart from dabbling in it in middle school for a semester, a big fat nothing, that's what. so, no, it's actually pretty hard for him to tear his eyes away from the colorful chaos that is reki's shed, a different sort of explosion than that of his room. he wants to know what everything is, what that smell is, what those tools do

and then reki braces himself against his workbench and qi fang's semi reminds him — ah yes, there is much work to do.

qi fang's lips split into a roguish grin, advancing on the other like some kind of predator ready for its first meal of the day. ]

You keep getting sexier, you know that?

[ qi fang's hands find reki's hips again, drawing their cores together to seek out that sweet friction again. then he's descending on those lips, drawing out a filthy kiss right from the start. he's not going to bother with teasing at this point, they've both waited long enough. ]

[ holy shit is it a rush to watch qi fang come at him like that. if he wasn't already worked up purely on behalf of the long, never-ending day he's had, this is all it would take: that grin, that purposeful closing of the distance between them. he finds himself squirming against the edge of the bench despite himself. ]

What did I—

[ nevermind, who fucking cares? qi fang's hands are on him and he's giving him the kind of kiss that makes him see nothing but stars. all he's concerned about now is running his hands all over the hard body crushed against his, drifting away on the wet slide of their lips with a needy whine and wicked little bites. they've been alone for what, four seconds, and he's already tugging qi fang's shorts down from the back like he's starving, his fingers tearing, impatient. he gets one hand tangled up in qi fang's hair and pulls so that he can breathlessly hiss, ]

Fuck me. Right now.

[ honestly, it's a wonder how they both managed as long as they had. qi fang thinks back to their initial texts in the gym; it seems like such a lightyear away. but while the burning in his gut is just as impatient as the hand in his hair, it's a sharp enough sting that he's reminded of his promise. ]

Turn around.

[ he tears himself away only by the fact he knows he'll be close to reki again soon. invading the other boy's personal space has really begun to be a fun new hobby of his, and he knows he'll be feeling bereft every time he isn't. he reaches behind, righting his shorts for the moment. no need for both their asses to hang out (yet) when he's working to crouch down so he's eye level with that juicy ass, hands already reaching up to grope and squeeze and spread. ]

Undo your pants for me.

[ he could, of course, easily do it himself, but he kind of enjoys ordering reki around. he never knows when the boy will be pliant or unyielding, and that kind of unpredictability is incredibly addicting. plus, it gives him an opportunity to reach down and squeeze at his own erection, hoping it will be enough to momentarily sate him. ]

[ reki fully intended to tease qi fang about forgetting his promise, even after making himself the reason it was forgotten in the first place. and now his plans are foiled once again and qi fang's slipping down, out of his grasp, and there's nothing he can do but growl about it.

it feels bad to make him wait. like he shouldn't care, but he does, almost like he feels the ache twice as hard for both of them. his heart is pounding as he considers throwing another fit and demanding to get his way anyway, but...

but maybe it's the way qi fang grabs him, the way he issues orders like reki's his to move and command. it's not a bad feeling, this haze of fever heat that settles over him. he probably shouldn't encourage it at all, but he finds himself turning anyway, obediently undoing his belt and swaying to get his pants sagging down his thighs. ]

I tried to give you an out.

[ it's hard to sound prideful when his pulse is pounding this hard, nerves and excitement and arousal all mixing into a frantic medley while he shucks down his boxers and spreads his legs. he hasn't been this anxious since the first time; he doesn't even know what this is going to feel like. ]

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I COULDNT IF I WANTED TO

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ur so wrong i forgot to say smth about it!!

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