rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

[ 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. ]

Like this?

[ no amount of pressure to his dick could prepare him for the visual feast reki soon presents to him — the wiggling of his hips, the slow descent of those pants. he swears under his breath, though it comes out more a rush of air than anything else, and then his hands are smoothing along the swell of those cheeks, caressing and spreading to give him a better look, a better feel. ]

Yeah. [ he can barely hear himself above the rush of blood pounding in his ears, but his voice seems distant. not himself. ] Just like that.

[ he swallows down the lump in his throat. it's both nerves and anticipation, mixing to make something solid and heavy. he rocks up on his toes for a second, working his jaw to slowly let a trail of spit drip down along reki's crease. his thumb soon finds the droplet, spreading it around generously, applying pressure here and there. he glances up just once, briefly, but whether or not he catches reki's gaze doesn't matter — in the next second he's diving in, pressing an over-eager tongue down the boy's seam, laving up a mess to give himself plenty to work with. ]

[ reki's nerves are soundly overloaded, but they're eased a little by that breathless curse, by the hands spreading him wide enough for it to ache. what else can he do but purr low in his throat, handled so finely that it's impossible to think anything that follows could possibly be unpleasant. how could it, when qi fang knows just what he likes without ever asking?

he does cast a cautious glance over his shoulder, just to confirm. it's wet, and he wants to see, but looking is a big mistake. all he sees is hunger when he meets qi fang's eye and it makes his stomach twist sharply, makes him moan before he's ever even touched reki with his tongue.

it's almost a mercy that he doesn't ease reki into it. it's so wet, and then even wetter, and just that sensation alone is enough to make his face turn molten hot. he has to dig his nails into the grooves of his bench, shuddering at every wild pass of qi fang's tongue, his body never quite ready for the next lick. ]

Oh... Oh, fuck...

[ qi fang battles with an internal conflict as reki eases into the sensations, caught between wanting to ravage and wanting to tease. he's suddenly famished, but the desire to get reki coming from just his mouth alone is at odds with the pulsing need between his legs that ache to be buried where his mouth is right now. he alternates between licks and bites along the smooth, plump flesh of reki's ass. he's got no rhythm here, no real plan. he's working on pure instinct that makes every action erratic — soft and gentle one second, rough and unrelenting the next.

every now and then he'll press his tongue against that puckered hole and bury a deep moan there. sometimes he'll draw his tongue down to trace along the perineum, then further still to suck at his balls. he's making a mess, feeling his saliva already drip down his chin and get all over his lips and cheeks, but he doesn't think to stop, not yet. eventually he starts to add more pressure, spearing his tongue into a point that tries to wiggle past what resistance reki's body makes. he'll fuck him just like this until reki starts demanding for more... but maybe not even then. ]

[ there really is no easing into this, even when it's slow. qi fang's tongue is never the same shape, flat and dragging or pointed and stinging or any of a million combinations besides. and it's all over, and wet, dripping, filthy wet, the sounds and sensations practically assaulting him with how it must look in the one place he can't see.

not that he could handle it right now. his face is so hot that it feels like it's melting and it was a bad idea—the worst idea—to do this over the bench. his only consolation is that he has a flat plane to sink against as he shudders out of his skin, his arms tense where he's laid them out, his fevered cheek pressed like a brand against one. there's just no way to keep from crumbling when every lick twists up his gut so sharply, when he's lost so much control of his faculties that all he sees is cast in bleary white and all he can feel is that tongue and his own vibrations. ]

Fu-uuuck...

[ it's all that amped up to eleven when that tongue starts fucking into him. then he's absolutely sobbing, muffled against his arm, trembling so badly that he has to bite into his fist to ground himself. he swallows down the plea that's rising in his throat and still his greedy ass is lifting up high until his spine is a sharp curve, demanding more even though reki knows he can hardly take it. ]

[ somewhere between the drawn out moan and that lifting ass, it hits qi fang — reki's holding out on him and qi fang feels the closest thing he'll get to anger during something like this. he can't articulate how but he knows reki wants more, or wants to come, but he's purposefully holding back for whatever reason and all qi fang can think about is the sound of his hand hitting reki's ass, and the cock-sure grin he's gotten from the other right after it.

he draws back, sucks in a breath, lets reki wallow in the feeling of being bare but bereft for a moment — and then he's dropping a hand on that ass again, only this time he gets to watch as those cheeks jiggle in response. his cock throbs hungrily but he refuses to be the first one to buckle, hurriedly diving back in so he's got something to do, something to distract himself with. in and out, in and out, his tongue makes a poor imitation of what he wishes to be doing with another part of him. his hands keep spreading reki wide, digging in to leave prints behind. maybe the next time reki sends him a nude, he'll still see remnants of his hands there, holding him like he's his and his alone. ]

Fuck!

[ thank god he doesn't have to worry about anyone listening in, not here. they're too far away, the house is way too loud, and either way, there's no stopping his sharp cry when qi fang's hand comes down on his bare skin and leaves a burning sting upon impact. he thought he was woefully horny before, but now here they are.

the pause before the hit was almost a welcome reprieve, a chance to catch his breath and man the hell up, but it's over before he has time to do any of that. there's a reason he's trying so hard to shut himself the fuck up, and it's got everything to do with the way that he's just melting every single time he feels that thick, wet, soft tongue elusively slip the squeeze of his body. he sounds like an embarrassing fucking mess whimpering through chattering teeth and he hates it and now he can't stop. ]

I can't... Fuuuuuuuck, it's too— It's not... Please, holy shit, please just...

[ his body's doing a way better job at this, pushing against qi fang's face, urgent if a little unsteady. not like he can help it when qi fang's literally licking at livid, over-active nerves. ]

Fuck me, fuck me, god, please fuck me...

[ it really is fortunate they decided to take things to the shed after all, because there's no way that shout wouldn't have been noticed... just like there's no way qi fang would have wanted to rob himself of hearing it. every sound to slip out of reki's mouth feels like liquid heat that pools and pools and pools in his gut, pulsing through his dick, making him ache from everything he's lacking. he wants to bottle reki's voice, like some twisted ursula, keep it close to his ear when he's feeling his loneliest. ]

Fuck, [ comes his heady gasp, drawing back up for some air and sanity. he gropes that ass one last time before forcing himself on his feet; his knees feel both stiff and wobbly, but he somehow manages to lock them in order to keep himself upright. his shorts are once again shoved down to his thighs, and fortunately he remembers the pocket where reki had stuffed that little bottle in and

fuck, fuck, he still has to prep him fuck— ]

Just — relax for me, Reki, okay, I gotta...

[ his fingers get slicked up and then he's probing at reki's ass proper, easily finding that hole and pushing through the last of its resistance to scissor and stretch. unable to help himself, he ruts up against a cheek, his cock already slick from dripping precome. ]

[ it's a relief like any he's ever known when he hears qi fang getting to his feet. finally, finally, an end to this aching hell is in sight, and he only had to become a boneless, sobbing disaster to get here. he doesn't even want to know what his dick looks like, hanging so full between his legs, throbbing like a hammered thumb and dragging pained, broken little whines from him every time he dares to move too much.

but it'll be better now. he gets himself ready too, angling his ass like he already knows the exact posture it'll take for qi fang to slide right in, reaching back to grasp at one cheek and spread it open—and smooth and twitch and drag his nails, so out of his mind for it that he can't sit still. he feels a brush against his hole and looses a low, ragged moan, and—

fingers.

reki slams his face right back into his elbow and screams. ]

Fucking fuck me, now, fuck me now—

[ you can't blame him for being inarticulate; he's right back to shuddering and whining, his thighs clenching and grinding together hard out of agonized need. ]

If you're so— nn— worried about me, go slow— just— fucking put it in.

[ look. look. it's not as if qi fang isn't just as tortured, isn't just as desperate to be buried within that tight heat again. feeling it around his fingers is only another painful reminder of what he's missing, but he's trying to be considerate here — for the both of them! ]

What makes you think I can go slow??

[ his words come out in a low, frustrated growl, and reki's impatience only earns him a rough jab of those fingers. they crook, recalling the specific angle they'd taken the last time in seeking out those particular bundle of nerves. maybe some attention to that will help sate reki some. ]

Then fucking go fast!!

[ feels... super strange to yell at someone who's feeling around inside you. but he deserves it. what kind of cosmic fucking joke is it that the one person who can tear him down until he needs it so bad he's begging for it is also the only person who really gives a shit? unfuckingbelievable.

another scream, half-muffled by his arm, as he desperately ruts against those fingers. no, it isn't helping. it just makes him want it more and the last thing he wants is to go back to that vulnerable, needy place. he wildly fishes behind himself, grabbing for qi fang's wrist to make it stop. ]

Now.

[ qi fang actually jolts at the sudden hand around his wrist; the last thing he'd been expecting is to feel the strength there forcing his hand to stop and thereby forcing his thought process to come to a screeching halt. he feels his heart thundering in his chest, his cock throbbing madly against reki's hip. this... this fucking— ]

Brat.

[ he wrenches his hand away, hearing nothing now but the blood rushing in his ears. reki wants it so bad? fine. fine! he asked for this, no he demanded it. qi fang can't feel bad then when he finally grabs at his cock, bothering only to aim before shoving all that he can in one fell swoop. the shock of the sudden pressure all around him is suffocating, forcing out a choked gasp from him as he practically leans over reki's entire body. he feels the tension make his muscles quiver, and he scrambles for some kind of control again.

he finds it in reki's bared nape. bearing down, this time he bites as hard as reki had been asking for, muffling a low groan there in the process. ]

[ fuck he likes that word. it means he's getting his way. luckily, his face is still buried against his arm so qi fang can't see the smug smile that word invokes, though there's no mistaking the expectant way his hips lift, tense because they know what's coming.

it's just as good as he needs to be, the pain sharp enough to wake up every nerve in his body, the sudden, frantic panic of being so full gloriously sobering. he can't even move, his body rioting at the severe contrast between all those soft, cloying touches and the savage thrust of qi fang's cock; he can only rub his face against his arm as he loses himself to a low, stuttering groan.

he's just about to start demanding again, and then he feels teeth, biting hard. his body jolts, his head tipping reflexively, and he feels his back begin to bend again, begging for more even though his ass is stuffed with far more than it can take. and then, yeah, it's back to demanding. ]

Asshole. Pull my fucking hair.

[ reki grits his teeth and forces himself to lean forward, and then back. between qi fang's teeth and cock, it's an excruciating medley of the most exquisite pain he's ever felt. and that's saying something, considering his hobbies. ]

Fuck me.

[ it's kind of amazing qi fang can still think, given all the sensory overload he's currenty going through right now. he can feel heat in his ears making the skin there burn, reki's demands like a jolt of electricity that burns right down to his dick, already so hard and thick he's nearly worried it'll burst from all this arousal. but there's a faint voice in the back of his head that wonders if he shouldn't be a little worried. reki's still injured, after all, he doesn't want to actually hurt the other boy.

but, fuck, reki feels so, so sweet around his cock, and every sound he manages to wrench out of him is like actual music to his ears. he hasn't hurt reki yet — at least, not in the way that reki doesn't seem to like — so. so it should be okay, right?

he draws back on a shaky breath, moving so he is more or less standing upright again. it allows him to bury himself even deeper inside reki, whose walls he can feel pulsing all around him as if unsure where to draw him in deeper or push him out for the intrusion. qi fang brings a hand to that wild mess of hair and curls his fingers around a fistful. tentatively, he tests a light tug. ]

You want it? Beg for it.

[ reki growls at the adjustment, nails scrabbling over the surface of the bench. like this, he can feel every twitch qi fang makes, involuntary or otherwise, resounding through livid, overactive nerves, and it's driving him crazy. all of it thrums right in the deepest part of him, molten hot and threatening to consume him, but it's still not enough to make that fire roar.

the fingers in his hair are a blessing, but there's still a degree of hesitancy to them. right now, reki can't even fathom what the hell is going on. like, why? the whole allure of this is that he's supposed to be just a warm body for qi fang to bury himself in. what's he care if he rips a few pages before he returns the book? ]

Fuck you.

[ like they don't both know that reki deserves to be spent like a crumpled yen note, brutal and relentless and cold. qi fang's just too sweet for his own good; reki can help him out by spitting utter vitriol in return. ]

Fuck me like I deserve to be fucked or let me do it myself.

[ like he deserves? what the fuck is that even supposed to mean?? it's so jarring qi fang actually feels his pulse still; suddenly all that rushing blood turns placid, cold even, and his over-active mind can't help but stutter and stall on those words, that tone. what the hell does he mean by that?

—actually, no. qi fang knows exactly what he means by that. qi fang himself is no stranger to it. such is the world of booty calls and hook ups, and it's alarming in the first place that he even has to remind himself that that's what this is. that that's all it is. or supposed to be, anyway.

rough, qi fang can do. quick and dirty? hell yeah, he's a teen, he's mastered that. he's done it before, with people he's known far better and far longer than reki so... so why is he hesitating? why is he stalling? why does he want to lean down and kiss those stupid words out of reki's mouth. suddenly qi fang doesn't want reki to beg anymore; suddenly, he just wants reki to want something else. ~~something more.~~

his hand leaves reki's hair, and slowly he smooths his hands down the length of that back till they're resting lightly around either hip. he shifts back — not enough that he pulls out, but just enough that he isn't pressed so flush, that reki has room to move himself. ]

Do it then.

[ he wants to give reki release, that bliss they're both seeking so desperately. but not like this, he realizes. not in the way that's asking him to forget all the little moments they've had so far, the ones he's suddenly so eager to keep. ]

Take what you want.

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