rekd | OVERFLOW / OPEN

[ ugh, fuck off with all that. reki's not ready to smile, but here he is, grinning like an idiot at the pot as he fills up the last few bowls. luckily, koyomi's last in line and in such a palpably foul mood that all that mirth is immediately sapped from him just as quick as it came.

he can feel a storm coming, and he's right. koyomi gets right up in his face immediately. "you two are so obvious. dad's gonna yell at you again. and you know what else?" she says, casting a smug, this-is-my-moment smirk at qi fang. "i liked haru way better."

she lets her empty bowl drop for reki to scramble after, waving for her friends to follow her. by some blessing of shock giving way to reflex, he manages to catch it before it hits the ground, growling as she disappears into the hall. ]

Koyomi, what the fuck?

[ he hears the door slam and the lock click into place, which is his cue to reach for that bottle and take a furious swig. after a breath, he quietly says: ]

Sorry. Told you she's in a freakin' mood.

[ it's a testament to how little qi fang and his own sibling ever really interacted when he remains blissfully unaware of the drama about to erupt, plugging away at his bowl like he'd been given explicit direction to finish it all in one breath. he's caught so unawares that by the time he's glancing up to meet koyomi's eyes, the friendly expression he takes pains to keep on has slipped, face clouding over with someone a little more shuttered, cold. he doesn't blink at her words, foreign to him as they are, though he can figure out enough to know that they're meant to hurt. still, he remains motionless save for following her exit with his eyes. by the time he and reki are left alone again, he's working on softening his features once more. the bowl is set aside and he moves to close the gap between them, reaching out to flick a lock of hair out of reki's eyes. ]

That's some mood. [ they're not that much older that he can't remember how volatile emotions can be at that age. how very easily they can tear down anyone unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity. ] You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

[ honestly, reki looks more sorry than angry now. especially since he should have known everything was working out far too perfectly for there to not be at least one meltdown in the works.

oh well. now that his nerves are shot, there's no resisting a second sip, only replacing it on the counter to reach out for qi fang. koyomi will live through her little pity party; he's more concerned about how awkward this might be for someone unaccustomed to constant bickering—playful or otherwise. gently, he loops his arms around qi fang's waist, fixing him with a soft gaze. ]

You get enough food?

[ reki's touch is grounding, which is silly because he's not really the one affected here. or maybe he is? he's lucky in the sense he's never really had explosive blowouts with his brother before. but at the same time, it's left him with little knowledge of what to do about these kind of things. ]

Oh yeah, plenty. You didn't even get a bite though, and you're the one running around like crazy here.

[ who's haru? the back of his mind keeps repeating, but he continues to try and shove that part away. ]

Want me to feed you? We can be real gross then.

[ qi fang really doesn't get how adorable it is when he worries over reki like this. especially since reki's immediate reaction is to roll his eyes and huff. ]

You couldn't even make your own bowl and now you wanna feed me?

[ of course that's happening. but first he has to put together some curry he's been stowing away from the ravenous masses and plate some of that too. then they can wander over to the table and be disgusting as sin, where he'll draw first blood by offering up some rice. ]

Dude, try this.

Man, you were holding out on me?

[ he's not whining, you're whining. shut up. he definitely follows reki around like a puppy, though, just barely resisting the urge to lean his chin on top of the boy's shoulder in an effort to get a better whiff of the curry. as soon as they're seated, he drags his chair as it can be to reki's, knees bumping, and helps himself up to the spoonful. he's already nodding the second the taste hits his tongue, grabbing up his own spoon to help himself to another bite.

but then he's picking up food to offer up to reki, because he's thoughtful like that. ]

I made it for us, fuck off.

[ he goes from growling to humming happily with a bite off qi fang's spoon. nothing here is super fancy, but reki's not afraid to spice shit the fuck up and all that flavor's nice on an empty stomach. the best, though, are those canned shrooms, cheap, low-brow, and not something he can take credit for, but they're the tastiest in the world and reki's got a spoonful gathered up and lifted to qi fang's lips. ]

You said you wanted mushrooms, so I had to go hard.

[ qi fang's already got a mouth full of vegetables, having alternated between spoon and chopsticks, but the second he sees reki offering him another spoonful he immediately chews up and swallows down whatever had been in his mouth. like he's going to miss having his boyfriend feed him, no way. it's cheesy as all hell, but he's happy so everyone and their mother and even himself who's ever had something shitty to say about stuff like this can eat his ass. ]

Babe...

[ he puts a hand to his heart, flashing reki an overly dramatic look of affection before chomping right around that spoon. yes, mushrooms, 10/10 1000%. he slips his hand under the table to give reki's thigh a squeeze of appreciation. ]

You're spoiling me. Keep doing it.

[ maybe he's being over-dramatic, but qi fang looks so happy and it's the most endearing thing reki's ever seen. in fact, it's mortifyingly adorable, so much so that his cheeks are flaring with heat. ]

You keep being this cute and I just fuckin' might.

[ reki presses a fierce kiss to his jaw to show him he's not fucking around and picks out a nice, overflowing spoonful for him on the next pass. it can only be his a-game from here; reki's gonna spoil him or die trying. ]

[ qi fang is absolutely the kind of person who knows about his pretty privilege and doesn't hesitate to weaponize it when it suits his needs. and as far as he's concerned, getting your boyfriend to spoil you is just absolutely well within his rights to do so.

that said, he's also on a mission here, and reki won't deter him! ]

You trying to fatten me up? [ you know, not that he's going to deny the bite. that one goes down as quickly as all the others. ] C'mon, next one's for you. Don't think I'm not keeping count.

Nah, I'm the fat one in this relationship, step down.

[ pretty and thicc? that's not allowed. reki leans close—or closer, considering he's already practically draped over qi fang—and he opens his mouth expectantly. ]

Big bites for me, please, gotta protect my best assets.

[ what a fucking scamp. qi fang knows that reki knows exactly what he's doing when he leans in and props his mouth open like that, so what else is qi fang supposed to do but plunge a tongue in and seal his lips over reki's? it's a messy kiss, but an effectively stolen one, so he still considers it a win. ]

Asshole. Stop testing me.

[ he is but only a human man! they definitely can't squirrel away like they usually do to fuck around if they're the only supervision here. brat. just for that, reki's thigh gets another squeeze, one that lingers much higher than the last. he spoons a big bite for reki next, popping it right into that nasty little mouth. ]

[ with his mouth full, reki has to huff through his nose, jolting upright at the next squeeze. it's not fair, see, because now his face is just-let-me-die red and qi fang looks perfectly unaffected. unfair, unjust, absolutely infuriating. ]

Stop slipping up.

[ or don't. it'll be better for reki when he turns those big amber eyes on qi fang, all bright and hopeful. ]

You should stay here tonight. I'm gonna be drunk and I'm gonna wanna suck your dick a lot.

[ also, keep that food coming. ah. ]

[ what an absolute asshole. now it's qi fang's time to huff, sparing a moment to just steel himself because the combination of those big puppy eyes and the promise of a night of debauchery is really too much for his weak, mortal soul. ]

What a coincidence, my dick likes being sucked.

[ fortunately, his parents seem just as okay with him spending the night at a "friend's" as reki's do about him staying over. though qi fang half-wonders if it's just because it means reki actually stays home.

he shovels more food into that mouth, sweeping a thumb along a plump lower lip to catch a drip of brother. he licks said thumb, eyeing reki with intent. ]

Don't drink too much. If you pass out on me I'm gonna be offended.

[ yeah, that probably has something to do with why he and reki get away with sleepovers. well, that, and reki's just not in the habit of asking for permission before he does much of anything to begin with.

whatever. reki goes high and presses a sweet little kiss to his throat—one that quickly turns into a possessive little nip. ]

Who do you think you're talking to?

[ like. he could fall asleep right now, but that's besides the point. living a mostly nocturnal life has made him ready for a nap at any time—though it's getting better, lately. no reason not to make that much better in the future. all that means is more of this, scavenging the choicest pieces of the curry bowl so he can smirk and feed them to his unapologetically pretty boyfriend. ]

Pretty sure you're always the one begging for mercy at the end of the night my dude.

[ a flinch and a hiss. he knows that spot's going to bloom pink as soon as reki moves away. but all it does is add a little more edge to qi fang's smile, makes his eyes just a little darker when they sweep over the curve of that smirk. ]

Not always... [ but. most of the time, certainly. 💦 ] It's not my fault that ass puts me to sleep.

[ reki, to his credit, catches himself chewing on his lip and meeting that dark gaze with one of his own. he's already squirming in his seat, so too late was obviously way long ago, but maybe he can save a friend. ]

Stop. Don't talk about my ass.

[ he says, even though its winding in his seat like it wants all the attention in the world. and, honestly, he still hasn't lost the smirk. ]

Babies are gonna wake up and you'll regret it.

I already regret it, [ he mumbles sullenly because, yeah, too late for sure. it's always a dangerous game to play with reki, horny chicken, because no matter who does what they both end up losing anyway. (only to win later, but.)

he forces himself to turn back to his meal instead of the wiggling snack beside him. he knows what all that squirming means, too, which is why it kills him to pretend like he doesn't want to just drop down to his knees right now and suck reki through his own pants. he didn't take nearly enough gulps of that brandy to be so bold.

...but he definitely took enough to nonchalantly slip his hand past the waistband of reki's pants at his back, grabbing what he can of bare, plump flesh. ]

Fuuuuck.

[ well now this is well beyond a critical situation. there's just no coming back from his favorite hands grabbing him like that, so if he has to go down, guess who's coming right along with him.

too bad reki doesn't have any inhibitions for that brandy to break down. he slithers right into qi fang's lap, easy as anything. (it's the one positive to being so small, shut up.) that nip before was just a preview; reki's going to town on qi fang's throat now, squirming recommenced right here in the best seat in the house. ]

Better not stop.

[ shit. okay, this was his bad. he had been hoping to just quickly let off some steam with that squeeze, but he'd forgotten how little it takes to get reki going. not that he's any different... ]

Your sisters—

[ not to mention her small but still considerable group of friends, all who are equipped with cell phones and cellular data, any of whom could well walk back into the kitchen and see reki rocking over qi fang's lap, both of his hands now shoved deep into reki's pants to paw shamelessly at that ass. ]

[ reki's too busy dragging his tongue up qi fang's throat to worry about that now. better delegate. ]

You're on lookout. [ he decides, snapping his hips with an air of finality. ] Keep your ears open.

[ he's too busy riding on qi fang's lap like it's going out of style. that's something the brandy helps with; no need to rev up before all that twisting and winding has turned slow and purposefully cruel. ]

Yeah, what d'you want me to do if I hear someone coming? Shove you on the floor?

[ —actually, having reki on the floor wouldn't be bad at all right now, there'd be so much room to spread his legs out and

—no! no. focus, qi fang, you horny piece of shit.

it's tough, though, when all his mental faculties are working hard on making sure he doesn't get hard. reki's working his lap like a stripper who's got rent due and he's so, so weak to literally everything reki does.

god-fuckin-dammit. ]

Tell me your mom's coming home soon.

Yeah, good idea.

[ just shove him off. he can take a bail, like, it's kind of his whole thing. and it'll be the fastest way to fix themselves if someone comes into the room. what a genius boyfriend he has; he's well-deserving of all this filthiness reki's decided to unceremoniously unleash upon him. ]

Should be home soon...

[ he murmurs into qi fang's ear, then licks along the shell of it. okay, maybe his horns are a little more twisted than usual. just a touch. but in his defense, his skin is very feverish and it feels like heaven to work his hands under qi fang's shirt and feel him up one solid muscle after another, shivering with every new rediscovery.

fuck whatever he was doing before; his hips are on some owing back rent shit now. ]

I want your fingers inside me.

[ a choked gasp, a reflexive squeeze of warm flesh. qi fang shudders under reki's touch, his cock filling out under those winding hips impossibly fast. ]

You're — so bad...

[ and so, so good. qi fang only had two sips of brandy but he swears this sudden dizziness can't just be from reki himself. is there such a thing as second-hand drunkenness? or is his boyfriend's allure really so potent that he's about to get intoxicated off of it? probably, yes.

he spits in his hand and he knows it won't be enough but he uses what he can to at least rub slick circles around reki's inviting little hole. two fingers alternate between slow rubs and gentle pressure, a shoddy compromise until they can find some proper lube. his head has tipped back onto the chair and he's clenching his jaw around low moans that keep threatening to come out and somehow he is still trying to figure out how he can properly fuck his boyfriend right here in the kitchen without everyone and god finding out. ]

Mm... You like it.

[ no contesting that. reki can feel it between his thighs and hones right in on it, shifting on his lap, spreading his legs wider. then he can really ride every hardening inch of qi fang's erection like he really wants to, even though he's resigned right now to settling.

it's not that bad. a little fingerbanging has always been pretty exciting. ]

Let me ride your fingers.

[ reki is chewing him to pieces between every word, leaving little searing marks to drive home that this is all his and he expects it to do what he says. a few fingers won't kill him, and he drives down against them, growling when they don't thrust inside. ]

And then later, I'm gonna ride your dick just like this too.

TFLN / OPEN RP / THREADTRACKER

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