[ 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. ]
[ yeah, sure, that question doesn't exactly warrant a response beyond the obvious, but reki's got a line and a grin waiting in the wings anyway. ]
Learned my lesson last weekend.
[ any other reason is practically inconceivable. it's only for qi fang, after all, that the wicked little smile he's wearing melts away to something more vulnerable and needy, only his touch that makes his legs spread obediently to let him in. much as it feels like it's been forever instead of a few tormented hours without, it's not like they didn't put his bed to use all weekend—and his workbench, and the shower. ]
Won't hurt me, [ he murmurs with just enough breath to sound close to pleading, his back bending to guide his wandering fingers until he can feel qi fang's touch against live nerves. it's just enough to cast full-body shivers over every inch of his skin and make him dizzy for more. ] Want you now.
[ as if he had any chance of resisting. as if he weren't already rubbing the pad of his finger in small circles over that puckered hole, recalling the last time he'd been able to stretch reki out. they'd had more time then, time enough to truly savor the way the other boy would melt at his little touches. but time is not on their side now, which is — fine, they've managed before. in some ways it makes the blood in his veins heat up a different way, the urgency and insistence adding a particular kind of fuel to their fire. ]
Gimme that bottle, [ he all but growls, abandoning their stiff lengths to clumsily slick up a couple of fingers only to return to their probing. he presses his lips to that spot just under reki's jaw that he knows the redhead likes, licking a long stripe there as his finger starts wiggling its way in, sliding knuckle-deep. ]
Put your leg up for me, [ he pants against that neck, coaxing it up and around his hip so he's got more room to work with, can slip in a second to start scissoring and stretching. ]
[ reki's in no small hurry to relinquish the bottle and wriggle the rest of the way out of his pants—not because they're racing against the clock, which he couldn't honestly give less of a fuck about. it's the heat of qi fang's skin against the leg he's wrapped around him that reki's looking forward to, the spearing thrust of qi fang's fingers that leave him keening for more. probably should be a lot more quiet about voicing his appreciation for the way qi fang's making him ache so sweetly, but this place feels far more private than the boy's room on the next floor over, like all that exists here is the two of them. ]
You're too tall, [ he complains amidst all of that ragged panting, though the only motions he's making to move are little twists of his hips to drive those fingers in deeper. much as he's been bitching about it forever, he's starting to love clinging on to qi fang and letting him lick and touch him all over, shivering as the cold catches the cool trail his tongue leaves behind on his heated skin.
for a second, anyway, until the ache is far too overwhelming for him to bear any longer, and he's curling his fingers into qi fang's shirt and pulling insistently. he knows what qi fang likes too, and it's his name whispered softly but sharply, ] Qi Fang. Fuck me.
You complain too much, [ comes qi fang's customary retort to that comment, followed by a sharp bite along reki's shoulder for good measure. truth be told, he is kind of ruing his height right at this moment, if only because he can already tell this is going to be killer on his back. at the same time he's thinking he's been thinking a little too much considering what's literally right in front of him, at his fingertips. he bites down on the inside of his cheek, just enough to snap him out of that annoying habit, forcing himself to be much more present in the moment.
the sound of his name on those lips definitely helps, drawing out a ragged moan from his throat. it's messy and clumsy but also kind of fun, maneuvering the smaller boy in his arms so he can hike him up against the wall. hands full of that plump ass he loves to fondle so much, he can't really complain except for the fact it prevents him from the one thing they're both already dying for. ]
[ nevermind those protests that come far too late. by the time reki realizes that he's going up and clinging isn't optional anymore, his heart is racing from the sensation of being displaced. by all rights, he should hate this; it's embarrassing to be handled like he's some small thing and his face is red enough to make no secret of that, but...
but it's qi fang, so it's okay. his thighs cinch tightly, and he finds himself laughing his way into another kiss, his heart still hammering over the prospect of being dropped to the cold, hard cement. which kind of just adds to the clandestine rush of it all, has him groaning long before his hurrying fingers close around qi fang's cock and steer it between his legs. he suckles on qi fang's lower lip as he sinks down on it, slow enough to be deliberately menacing, a low, pleased little rumble buzzing in his throat. ]
[ on the one hand, qi fang can't help but tease reki about their size differences every now and then. he can't help it, teasing is innate for him, and it's only gotten worse thanks to sun jing's enabling.
on the other hand, he really should be a little more sensitive. reki is his boyfriend, after all, he should take care to cater to that kind of stuff. it's a delicate balance, though, because he also knows reki loves it when he gets manhandled, so half the time it's hit or miss. at least this time it ends in a laugh, and a shared groan as gravity and reki's weight brings their bodies as close as can possibly be. ]
Oh, fuck, [ he sighs, pleased as punch, rocking his hips to press closer still and keep reki propped up for proper leverage. ] Every fucking time... How d'you fit so perfectly around me every fucking time?
[ the problem is and will continue to be that qi fang could get away with murder so long as it's like this, the pair of them crushed and entangled, reki's head abuzz with nothing but desire and sensation. there's really no hangup that qi fang can't side step with the right tone in his voice, and this one especially is doing it for reki, dragging a groan out of him that sounds just as dire as the rest. ]
Fuck... [ he hisses, fingers catching in qi fang's hair so he can pull and get his lips drifting up and down his throat. gravity is taking him to depths that make him dizzy, but he's still doing what he can with the limited range of motion that he's got, his hips working in rough, greedy little circles. ]
'Cause it's all yours. You feel that?
[ the way he's shuddering with every move qi fang makes, his legs tight but quivering. ]
[ qi fang may or may not be aware of his sway over the other teen, but he promises if he does that he doesn't try to abuse it too often. ]
Hah... [ his breath comes out in a soft shudder, a laugh. his eyes latch unto the single lightbulb overhead, left unlit in their haste and attempt at discretion. ]
Must've been a hero in a past life if that's the case.
[ there's a brief pause in their desperate rutting as he rearranges his hold on reki's ass, making sure his grip is firm, steady. he rocks up into the tight heat of reki's body, jaw clenched in both exertion and pleasure, the cord of muscle running down his neck thick with strain. there isn't much room but his bucking doesn't stop; if anything he goes even faster and faster. ]
[ reki hardly needs qi fang to say a word; he can feel it in his clutching fingers, hear it in his own hitching voice as every thrust takes a little more out of him. it's enough to completely bury the fear of falling in favor of working a hand between them, stroking his dick gracelessly as qi fang hammers him against the wall, his face buried against his neck to muffle the worst of his cries. ]
Wanna feel you come, [ he murmurs, soft and sweet and dragging lazily-mouthed kisses along the straining muscles of qi fang's throat. this unfortunate lack of space and privacy means that all that he can do about it is clench his body up tight and let qi fang fuck him until his eyes are rolling, but he's still got his mouth, cozied right up to qi fang's ear so he can pant hotly and pour all those needy little groans right into it. ]
[ it's completely impractical and lacking any of the forethought he had a suspicion they'd be chucking out the window the moment any of this even started, but in that moment all qi fang can think is yes, god yes, how much he fucking loves to spill his all into that greedy little hole, clenching so wonderfully for him, only him. the thought alone is enough to push him over the edge, dragged their by their haste and desperation and made to dangle by the frantic stroking of reki's hand to ensure they both reach their peeks together. ]
Fuck — yes — m'gonna com—
[ what more needs to be said than the sudden deep thrust his hips give, the tilt of his hips almost second-nature now in his attempt to press right up against that sensitive spot inside reki. he spills, and then the sudden shrill ringing of the school bell echoes down the halls, signaling a chaos that easily drowns out the moans that spill out from qi fang's parted lips. ]
[ together they are a runaway train of patently terrible ideas, but there's really no denying how good it is. reki feels more spoiled than anything, held tight and fast and made to feel so good that it's almost excruciating. his climax hits him like a punch to the gut, with qi fang's cock buried deep enough to hit spots he'd forgotten he'd even had, riding out the waves of his orgasm with that warmth pooling in his gut. for a second, it feels like it'll never end, like he'll keep spilling forever, over his own hand and over this shoulder he's buried his face against — which, in retrospect, was not the best idea with a busted nose. oh well. his mind's too drunk on sex right now to really lament the mess he's made of them. ]
Came so much for me, baby.
[ and since they're already a mess, he might as well indulge himself in all the kisses he can spread up qi fang's throat and under his jaw. ]
Gonna still be wet when you fuck me after practice.
[ it's criminal how all it takes is that single sentence to get qi fang's hips bucking once more, spilling the last few drops of load when here he'd been milked dry already. ]
Fuck, Reki.
[ his name comes out in a whine, something strained and almost pained if not for the overwhelming pleasure still coursing through his body. he shudders and shakes, but somehow still manages to keep reki held up. the wall helps, for sure, but as his breathing starts to grow more pronounced, he'll slowly start to ease reki down so that he can either find his feet or lean on his own.
in the meantime, qi fang's head drops to reki's shoulder, slowly trying to piece his mind back together as heat comes off his skin in vapors. gradually, the noise from outside filters into his brain, and he realizes with a wince they've still got half a school day left to go. and here they are, covered in blood and come. great. ]
[ all those kisses are broken only for a sharp hiss, and only for a moment. reki's far too invested in how good qi fang tastes, nowhere near full enough on how he feels beneath his hands when he slips to his feet and pulls qi fang nearer. ]
You're so fucking hot.
[ yeah, they're a mess, but there's no good reason he can think of not to feel proud of it. the fact alone that his boyfriend managed to fuck him up against a wall has him bursting with it, shivering with the high of it all as his teeth tug at the lobe of an ear. ]
So lucky to have a man to turn me out like you.
[ and while everything is exactly as he says it is — more than, even — all this clinging is buying him time to catch his breath and work up the nerve to mumble: ]
[ well. that's not quite the pillow talk he's used to, but he supposes in all fairness there are no pillows to be had here.
clung together as they are, qi fang still manages to lean back far enough to meet reki's eyes, searching. he has, by now, slipped out enough that there's probably even more mess between reki's legs now but — apparently that's not a concern.
maybe it's the adrenaline still rushing hot in his ears that's got him feeling suddenly wary here, but he tries his best not to fall too far into it.
[ reki hopes against hope that qi fang just stays put, that he can blurt all this out while they're still tangled together and everything is warm and close. he really doesn't know what to do when qi fang's eyes meet his, shifting nervously as that warmth begins to wane and that pit that's been building in his stomach all morning begins to open up again. but thinking about why he's saying all this helps; it focuses his gaze and steadies his voice. ]
I gotta do somethin' you're not gonna like.
[ his brows knit and his fingers twitch, clutching just a little bit tighter for a second. ]
It's too important, I can't back out. But you're important too, so please...
[ this distance really sucks, small as it is. reki leans into it imploringly. ]
[ without even knowing, qi fang knows what it is. the dread that had begun to settle like a fog over their blissful afterglow now feels like cold mist that will linger, and before he can help himself his eyes dim like shuttered windows.
he doesn't move, but at least that means he doesn't pull away.
a moment passes, and then he's sighing, forcing the tension out of his body. honestly if he could, he'd laugh. he can't say he didn't see this coming. how could he ever really expect reki to give up something to integral to his being?
fine... one day at a time, then. ]
I'm not mad.
[ and it's true, he really isn't. ]
When? [ he doesn't bother asking for more details. it'll just make not being mad harder. ] Tonight?
[ of course he knows. it's been The Thing all this time, like a fault line reki'd tried to patch over with caulk and paint that remains just as restless as ever. except this, this is different... not that it really matters as far as qi fang is concerned.
watching his gaze close off like that is what hurts worst of all, expected but still arousing exactly the same sense of panic as it always does. his hands slide to either side of qi fang's jaw; he's not moving, sure, but that's not going to prevent reki from trying to keep him present. ]
Nah, this weekend. Look...
[ tempting as it is to just let all these awful feelings crumble him into dust, he tries to keep his gaze steady instead. ]
You don't have to be cool about this. Just— Don't cut me out.
[ it's a shame, really. were qi fang not the one involved, he would have spared enough braincells to realize the growth reki's exhibiting right now, being this brave and steadfast in the face of the thread of heartbreak.
then again, it probably wouldn't mean as much if he weren't the one involved.
he's curious. he's so morbidly curious the questions are right there on the tip of his tongue. ]
I'm not gonna cut you out, [ he makes sure to clear up first, even if it is in a guilty murmur. by now, his eyes have cleared, but they flicker off to the side briefly because he knows they must've betrayed him at some point.
he reaches up, giving one of reki's hands a squeeze and turns his face so he can press an absent-minded kiss to the palm there. ]
You gotta do what you gotta do, right? Just... [ a sigh, back to square one. ] Don't get hurt too much, okay?
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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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Learned my lesson last weekend.
[ any other reason is practically inconceivable. it's only for qi fang, after all, that the wicked little smile he's wearing melts away to something more vulnerable and needy, only his touch that makes his legs spread obediently to let him in. much as it feels like it's been forever instead of a few tormented hours without, it's not like they didn't put his bed to use all weekend—and his workbench, and the shower. ]
Won't hurt me, [ he murmurs with just enough breath to sound close to pleading, his back bending to guide his wandering fingers until he can feel qi fang's touch against live nerves. it's just enough to cast full-body shivers over every inch of his skin and make him dizzy for more. ] Want you now.
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Gimme that bottle, [ he all but growls, abandoning their stiff lengths to clumsily slick up a couple of fingers only to return to their probing. he presses his lips to that spot just under reki's jaw that he knows the redhead likes, licking a long stripe there as his finger starts wiggling its way in, sliding knuckle-deep. ]
Put your leg up for me, [ he pants against that neck, coaxing it up and around his hip so he's got more room to work with, can slip in a second to start scissoring and stretching. ]
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You're too tall, [ he complains amidst all of that ragged panting, though the only motions he's making to move are little twists of his hips to drive those fingers in deeper. much as he's been bitching about it forever, he's starting to love clinging on to qi fang and letting him lick and touch him all over, shivering as the cold catches the cool trail his tongue leaves behind on his heated skin.
for a second, anyway, until the ache is far too overwhelming for him to bear any longer, and he's curling his fingers into qi fang's shirt and pulling insistently. he knows what qi fang likes too, and it's his name whispered softly but sharply, ] Qi Fang. Fuck me.
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the sound of his name on those lips definitely helps, drawing out a ragged moan from his throat. it's messy and clumsy but also kind of fun, maneuvering the smaller boy in his arms so he can hike him up against the wall. hands full of that plump ass he loves to fondle so much, he can't really complain except for the fact it prevents him from the one thing they're both already dying for. ]
Aim for me, baby.
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[ nevermind those protests that come far too late. by the time reki realizes that he's going up and clinging isn't optional anymore, his heart is racing from the sensation of being displaced. by all rights, he should hate this; it's embarrassing to be handled like he's some small thing and his face is red enough to make no secret of that, but...
but it's qi fang, so it's okay. his thighs cinch tightly, and he finds himself laughing his way into another kiss, his heart still hammering over the prospect of being dropped to the cold, hard cement. which kind of just adds to the clandestine rush of it all, has him groaning long before his hurrying fingers close around qi fang's cock and steer it between his legs. he suckles on qi fang's lower lip as he sinks down on it, slow enough to be deliberately menacing, a low, pleased little rumble buzzing in his throat. ]
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on the other hand, he really should be a little more sensitive. reki is his boyfriend, after all, he should take care to cater to that kind of stuff. it's a delicate balance, though, because he also knows reki loves it when he gets manhandled, so half the time it's hit or miss. at least this time it ends in a laugh, and a shared groan as gravity and reki's weight brings their bodies as close as can possibly be. ]
Oh, fuck, [ he sighs, pleased as punch, rocking his hips to press closer still and keep reki propped up for proper leverage. ] Every fucking time... How d'you fit so perfectly around me every fucking time?
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Fuck... [ he hisses, fingers catching in qi fang's hair so he can pull and get his lips drifting up and down his throat. gravity is taking him to depths that make him dizzy, but he's still doing what he can with the limited range of motion that he's got, his hips working in rough, greedy little circles. ]
'Cause it's all yours. You feel that?
[ the way he's shuddering with every move qi fang makes, his legs tight but quivering. ]
S'all for you.
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Hah... [ his breath comes out in a soft shudder, a laugh. his eyes latch unto the single lightbulb overhead, left unlit in their haste and attempt at discretion. ]
Must've been a hero in a past life if that's the case.
[ there's a brief pause in their desperate rutting as he rearranges his hold on reki's ass, making sure his grip is firm, steady. he rocks up into the tight heat of reki's body, jaw clenched in both exertion and pleasure, the cord of muscle running down his neck thick with strain. there isn't much room but his bucking doesn't stop; if anything he goes even faster and faster. ]
So good, too good, m'not gonna last baby—
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Wanna feel you come, [ he murmurs, soft and sweet and dragging lazily-mouthed kisses along the straining muscles of qi fang's throat. this unfortunate lack of space and privacy means that all that he can do about it is clench his body up tight and let qi fang fuck him until his eyes are rolling, but he's still got his mouth, cozied right up to qi fang's ear so he can pant hotly and pour all those needy little groans right into it. ]
Please, baby— Come inside me.
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Fuck — yes — m'gonna com—
[ what more needs to be said than the sudden deep thrust his hips give, the tilt of his hips almost second-nature now in his attempt to press right up against that sensitive spot inside reki. he spills, and then the sudden shrill ringing of the school bell echoes down the halls, signaling a chaos that easily drowns out the moans that spill out from qi fang's parted lips. ]
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Came so much for me, baby.
[ and since they're already a mess, he might as well indulge himself in all the kisses he can spread up qi fang's throat and under his jaw. ]
Gonna still be wet when you fuck me after practice.
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Fuck, Reki.
[ his name comes out in a whine, something strained and almost pained if not for the overwhelming pleasure still coursing through his body. he shudders and shakes, but somehow still manages to keep reki held up. the wall helps, for sure, but as his breathing starts to grow more pronounced, he'll slowly start to ease reki down so that he can either find his feet or lean on his own.
in the meantime, qi fang's head drops to reki's shoulder, slowly trying to piece his mind back together as heat comes off his skin in vapors. gradually, the noise from outside filters into his brain, and he realizes with a wince they've still got half a school day left to go. and here they are, covered in blood and come. great. ]
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You're so fucking hot.
[ yeah, they're a mess, but there's no good reason he can think of not to feel proud of it. the fact alone that his boyfriend managed to fuck him up against a wall has him bursting with it, shivering with the high of it all as his teeth tug at the lobe of an ear. ]
So lucky to have a man to turn me out like you.
[ and while everything is exactly as he says it is — more than, even — all this clinging is buying him time to catch his breath and work up the nerve to mumble: ]
Need to talk to you about somethin'.
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clung together as they are, qi fang still manages to lean back far enough to meet reki's eyes, searching. he has, by now, slipped out enough that there's probably even more mess between reki's legs now but — apparently that's not a concern.
maybe it's the adrenaline still rushing hot in his ears that's got him feeling suddenly wary here, but he tries his best not to fall too far into it.
yet, anyway. ]
...'Kay...?
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I gotta do somethin' you're not gonna like.
[ his brows knit and his fingers twitch, clutching just a little bit tighter for a second. ]
It's too important, I can't back out. But you're important too, so please...
[ this distance really sucks, small as it is. reki leans into it imploringly. ]
Please don't be mad at me.
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he doesn't move, but at least that means he doesn't pull away.
a moment passes, and then he's sighing, forcing the tension out of his body. honestly if he could, he'd laugh. he can't say he didn't see this coming. how could he ever really expect reki to give up something to integral to his being?
fine... one day at a time, then. ]
I'm not mad.
[ and it's true, he really isn't. ]
When? [ he doesn't bother asking for more details. it'll just make not being mad harder. ] Tonight?
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watching his gaze close off like that is what hurts worst of all, expected but still arousing exactly the same sense of panic as it always does. his hands slide to either side of qi fang's jaw; he's not moving, sure, but that's not going to prevent reki from trying to keep him present. ]
Nah, this weekend. Look...
[ tempting as it is to just let all these awful feelings crumble him into dust, he tries to keep his gaze steady instead. ]
You don't have to be cool about this. Just— Don't cut me out.
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then again, it probably wouldn't mean as much if he weren't the one involved.
he's curious. he's so morbidly curious the questions are right there on the tip of his tongue. ]
I'm not gonna cut you out, [ he makes sure to clear up first, even if it is in a guilty murmur. by now, his eyes have cleared, but they flicker off to the side briefly because he knows they must've betrayed him at some point.
he reaches up, giving one of reki's hands a squeeze and turns his face so he can press an absent-minded kiss to the palm there. ]
You gotta do what you gotta do, right? Just... [ a sigh, back to square one. ] Don't get hurt too much, okay?