[ 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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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?