[ qi fang is already out of his seat and heading towards the door when his phone vibrates again in his pocket. reki won't actually get a response until a couple of minutes later, because apparently now's the high traffic time for bathroom breaks. ]
Feels kinda like seven minutes in heaven waiting here
[ as usual, qi fang's spidey senses are on point and reki slides into the closet a few minutes later with his head tilted back and a bloody paper towel bunched against his nose. it flattens his voice considerably as he lifts his unburdened hand and immediately starts on damage control. ]
[ reki knows exactly where they should begin, stepping closer so that he can nuzzle his way into qi fang's space. losing some stupid nose blood is a small sacrifice to make for this. ]
[ a heavy sigh, but it's not like those arms of his aren't already ready to tuck reki into his space. he's already maneuvering the two of them in the small space, crowding reki up against a wall so he can lean in against him. ]
You're gonna give me a heart attack before thirty, I'm sure of it.
That's some real sexy talk. Really getting me in the mood.
[ his hands aren't making any moves on his own clothes, though, instead working on untucking reki's shirt from his pants so he can slip his hands up and under to start groping at his chest. ]
[ reki's chest rolls beneath his touch, greedily soaking it all in. difficult as it is to do that and unbuckle a belt with one hand, he's still managing, flicking the buckle aside so he can pop a button and slide his fingers down the front of qi fang's pants. ]
[ no point in wasting what little time they do have, then. as much as he enjoys playing with reki's nipples, he's soon dropping his hands to unbuckle a belt of his own. he's got two hands to work with, though, so it's far easier and faster for him to get that undone and reki's boxers shoved down around his hips.
quicker still to draw reki out, stroking eagerly to get him to stiffen in his palm. he leans down out of instinct, but pauses midway upon realizing there's a big swath of paper towel in the way of his kiss. frowning, he lifts his free hand to flick it. ]
[ no worries, they'll be even soon. reki's just a little knocked off course for a moment, shutting his eyes and shuddering as qi fang's fingers close around his cock, already flushed and sensitive just from the prospect of getting this time alone together. it's by rote that he's rolling slowly up on his toes for a kiss too, realizing at the sound of paper ruffling that there's still that one flimsy obstruction between them. ]
I'll be fine.
[ or he won't and they'll come out of this looking metal as fuck—win-win either way. he balls the paper up and sends it soaring, pulling at qi fang's collar to lock him into a kiss while his fingers find the shaft of qi fang's cock and squeeze. ]
[ well. at the very least, if qi fang suddenly tastes copper he'll know why. not much else he can do about it anyway, not when reki's grabbing at him like he is, tugging him down, tugging him out, making him groan weakly into that kiss that starts off sloppy but quickly finds its rhythm. he's tasting reki all over again, relearning the shape of his lips and tongue, like they hadn't just spent a night together this past weekend.
he wants to slip down to his knees and get his mouth on him but he's woefully too aware of where they are, what little time they have. fueled by lust and desperation, he shuffles closer till their hands are trapped between them, rolling his hips in a dirty grind to add some extra friction that neither of their throbbing cocks really need but boy does it sure help. he pushes at his own pants, shoves his boxer-briefs down a little, lets the cool air shock the warm skin of his cock enough that it makes him moan again. it's tricky, with their heights, but he hunkers down enough that he can line their lengths up and get a good fist working around them both, stroking in tandem. ]
[ for now, at least, it seems like his nose doesn't have any intentions of getting in the way of them tangling up together in the darkness. reki's free to lick and bite at qi fang's lips as he presses closer, burying all the soft little noises qi fang's invoking with his fingers. those sounds turn urgent when he feels their hardened flesh slide together, that first pump of qi fang's hand, and his head tilts back to earn himself space enough to whisper. ]
Wait— Baby...
[ he takes a ragged breath before one hand is diving in his pocket, blindly contending with the folds of fabric while his mind is entirely focused on thrusting against qi fang's grasp. the sacrifices he has to make to get what he wants all the time, honestly. eventually, he finds the bottle in his pocket, swallowing down a groan so that he can roughly demand, ] Fuck me. Right here.
[ all qi fang hears at first is wait, and his mind spins incredulously at the thought of having to pause after they've already gotten this far. he doesn't even process that reki is digging around for anything until he hears his next words, and qi fang's blinking down at the small space between them to find a familiar bottle clutched in reki's hand and all he can think to say, at first, is, ]
Why the fuck are you just carrying that around?
[ which is rhetorical, obviously, since it's for moments like these. but for a wild second qi fang feels a flare of indignation at the thought that reki could possibly have it for any other reason than this. the thought flickers and dies as quickly as it comes, and then he's left groaning, throbbing impossibly hard against his palm at the prospect.
he shoves his free hand down behind reki, past his clothes to start blindly feeling for his hole, tentative. ]
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See? You're so good at this
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u go first & ill meet u in there
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How'd I suddenly go from no way to this
[ and yet, qi fang is raising his hand anyway, asking to be excused to the restroom so he can be on his way. ]
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lmk when u made it & the coast is clear
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Feels kinda like seven minutes in heaven waiting here
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omffffgggg
okumura told me no???
bc ive been doin nuthin but txting all period like anyone else isnt
nw tho i got a plan stay there
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I'm worried
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[ yeah he's got a bad feeling about this ]
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I'm fine. Let's not talk about it.
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Did you give yourself a bloody nose just to get out of class???
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[ reki levels a look at him. of all the ridiculous assumptions. ]
I made Langa do it.
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Babe...
[ fuck, he doesn't even know where to begin. ]
Does it hurt? Jesus Christ.
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[ reki knows exactly where they should begin, stepping closer so that he can nuzzle his way into qi fang's space. losing some stupid nose blood is a small sacrifice to make for this. ]
I'm fine. I just wanna be with you.
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You're gonna give me a heart attack before thirty, I'm sure of it.
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[ reki grins sheepishly beneath that paper towel, but he's far more preoccupied with curling his fingers into qi fang's belt, tugging him closer. ]
You should take off your clothes so I don't get blood on 'em.
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That's some real sexy talk. Really getting me in the mood.
[ his hands aren't making any moves on his own clothes, though, instead working on untucking reki's shirt from his pants so he can slip his hands up and under to start groping at his chest. ]
You know we don't have that much time, right?
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When's that ever stopped us before?
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...Fair enough.
[ no point in wasting what little time they do have, then. as much as he enjoys playing with reki's nipples, he's soon dropping his hands to unbuckle a belt of his own. he's got two hands to work with, though, so it's far easier and faster for him to get that undone and reki's boxers shoved down around his hips.
quicker still to draw reki out, stroking eagerly to get him to stiffen in his palm. he leans down out of instinct, but pauses midway upon realizing there's a big swath of paper towel in the way of his kiss. frowning, he lifts his free hand to flick it. ]
Do you still need this?
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I'll be fine.
[ or he won't and they'll come out of this looking metal as fuck—win-win either way. he balls the paper up and sends it soaring, pulling at qi fang's collar to lock him into a kiss while his fingers find the shaft of qi fang's cock and squeeze. ]
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he wants to slip down to his knees and get his mouth on him but he's woefully too aware of where they are, what little time they have. fueled by lust and desperation, he shuffles closer till their hands are trapped between them, rolling his hips in a dirty grind to add some extra friction that neither of their throbbing cocks really need but boy does it sure help. he pushes at his own pants, shoves his boxer-briefs down a little, lets the cool air shock the warm skin of his cock enough that it makes him moan again. it's tricky, with their heights, but he hunkers down enough that he can line their lengths up and get a good fist working around them both, stroking in tandem. ]
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Wait— Baby...
[ he takes a ragged breath before one hand is diving in his pocket, blindly contending with the folds of fabric while his mind is entirely focused on thrusting against qi fang's grasp. the sacrifices he has to make to get what he wants all the time, honestly. eventually, he finds the bottle in his pocket, swallowing down a groan so that he can roughly demand, ] Fuck me. Right here.
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Why the fuck are you just carrying that around?
[ which is rhetorical, obviously, since it's for moments like these. but for a wild second qi fang feels a flare of indignation at the thought that reki could possibly have it for any other reason than this. the thought flickers and dies as quickly as it comes, and then he's left groaning, throbbing impossibly hard against his palm at the prospect.
he shoves his free hand down behind reki, past his clothes to start blindly feeling for his hole, tentative. ]
Do we have time? I don't wanna hurt you—
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