rekd | OVERFLOW / OPEN

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.

Fuuuck.

[ he's weak, he's so fucking weak. reki is already pretty damn high on the sexy scale on the regular, but when he gets like this it's damn near impossible to keep up. they've been reckless before, but this is really toeing the line, he thinks. any second now, a door could open, a baby could wake up, a grandmother could wolf-whistle—

and yet all qi fang does is press a finger past the initial resistance of that hole like the sucker he is, too far gone for this whirlwind of a boy on his lap. the tight heat of reki's body makes him moan pathetically, cock straining at the memory of being so wonderfully suffocated. he shoves that finger in, knuckle deep, trying to work another in to join it while his other hand grabs at a cheek and spreads. the chair they're on creaks in protest at all the weight and movement, but qi fang's too far gone now to even notice. ]

Hot, [ he pants, ] you're so fucking hot—

[ this poor boy. reki's drunk and horny and that overrides everything. in truth, the only thing that could really catch them off guard is one of the twins and they're still too young to be damaged by this forever, so he's content as anything riding that finger with fierce, demanding thrusts. ]

Ah, shit, you feel that?

[ reki makes sure he does, clenching hard, going slow before he's back to urgently fucking himself on qi fang's touch again. there's another one waiting, he can feel it, and his back is bowed just right to take it in, his hole eager to swallow it up the second he has the chance

qi fang's being so good for him, might as well go in for the kill. ]

Feels like this ass is all fucking yours, doesn't it, baby? You know exactly what to do with it, c'mon, make me feel like you own this.

[ literally how can his boyfriend be both the best and the worst? qi fang feels like he's being pulled in all kinds of directions right now, but the more reki moves and speaks to him, the less he can hear that last bit of sensibility in the back of his brain, warning him of all the risks associated with this.

instead the thundering of blood rushing through his veins gets louder and louder, and all of reki's filthy little words and sounds echo like a chorus in his ears. he lowers his head, burying a dirty groan against reki's throat. now it's his turn to kiss and suck and lick and bite, do anything to distract himself from getting any louder than they already are.

by now he's worked that second finger in, but rather than thrust and shove he leaves that motion to reki's masterful hips. instead he's crooking those fingers, working them in deeper and deeper still till he's sure they're where they need to be to brush up against that spot inside reki. mine mine mine, his mind chants, determined to keep going until he can see and hear reki's body repeat it back to him. ]

[ there's some small part of reki that knows he's too wild, that he hasn't considered any part of how this is going to go—but whatever. they're together, which means qi fang's in it with him. he could have had a normal boyfriend, but nah, he picked reki.

and reki's glad that he did. he won't stop telling qi fang all about it, either, craning his neck to soak up more of those groans and bites, his voice low and coaxing. ]

Yeah, yeah, just like that...

[ qi fang nestles his fingers deep into his favorite spot and now he's too wild for anyone to control, chasing that deeply-resounding sensation no matter how violently he needs to twist and bounce on qi fang's lap. he can feel himself squeezing qi fang's fingers together so hard that he wonders if it hurts, not that he can do anything about it. he's barely even moving himself, just letting his body take what it so sorely needs, which right now is just bearing down and grinding those fingers in as harshly as he can. ]

You're the only one who can fuck me like this, baby, always so fucking good—

[ there's absolutely no finesse in their movements at all, though qi fang would be hard-pressed to believe anything that isn't praise for everything that reki is doing right now. the wild, abortive movements of reki's hips still somehow perfectly match the insistent pressing of his fingers, persevering past the unbelievable squeeze of those walls to keep hitting that spot again and again and again.

as the sober one of the two, he definitely shouldn't be egging reki on as much as he is and yet the only thing coming out of his mouth is: ]

Are you gonna come like this? You fucking dirty brat, are you gonna come from just my fingers?

[ the words are growled low into reki's ears, using the tone he knows drive reki wild. maybe he should be merciful, but in a high-stakes situation like this, he can't afford to go easy on reki. the only way to get him to calm down is to get him to come, to release all that pent-up tension and get him mindlessly blissed out. ]

[ honestly, reki was just here for a fun, tipsy ride, but now that qi fang's put the idea in his head, that's all he fucking wants. he whines sharply, shuddering all over, unable to sit still in his own skin when qi fang's going hard with all his best work. ]

Wanna come for you, baby. Just like this.

[ now there's nothing in the world he needs more than to be a fucking dirty brat, to come on these fingers—just on them, which is a tall fucking order. he wants so badly to squeeze his dick and ease all this impossible heat, but crazed as he is, that low voice in his ear is still law.

it means he has to bear down very hard and move like he never has before, chasing a high that's more elusive than ever thanks to the liquor. but it builds insurmountably until reki thinks he can't take it anymore—and then it's a perfect, rolling bliss, every muscle in his body going tight then loose just to clench back up again, his body aching just to collapse even though he can't move an inch. it's honestly the best thing he's ever felt, period, so good it makes his eyes roll back and his brain just stop, completely offline for the long moment it takes for his body to stop quaking. ]

[ qi fang is man enough to admit he did, like, 75% of the work here. and really only about 30% of that was physical, when their awkward position didn't give him much room to do much and all he could really do was growl and egg reki on like he likes. so, when reki finally does come, it's with a reverent sort of awe that qi fang sits back and watches. that was definitely all him, and fuck does he look gorgeous throughout it.

feeling every little quiver, qi fang presses soft, soothing kisses along reki's cheek, his throat. free hand coming up to smooth back his hair while the other quietly slips out from his pants to press reassuringly at the small of his back. ]

You did so well, baby... you're so fucking gorgeous.

[ those little touches rid him of the last of the tension and turn him boneless, right back to draping over qi fang like a pall. he just watches qi fang dote over him for a little while, smiling, so full up on all these good feelings that he'd be drunk on them too if the brandy hadn't gotten him first. ]

You're gorgeous.

[ he says finally, drifting his fingers down qi fang's chest. he got his, so it's only fair that he walk those fingers down to qi fang's waist and slip under his belt. ]

Like, fuck. I could stare at you forever.

At least stare at my good side.

[ his little huff of laughter is quickly swallowed up by a sharp gasp, one hand reaching down to stop reki's before it gets too far. just a brush of his fingers and already qi fang's cock jumps at the attention but no no, he can wait. he should wait. ]

Later, [ he says, almost apologetic in the way he presses a kiss to one rosy cheek. ] You promised me some dick sucking, remember?

[ reki answers with a little huff of his own, wondering if he's the only boyfriend in the world who has to be restrained from dick on multiple occasions. what's that say about him anyway? probably best not to think about it. ]

Yeah, but that's like an all night thing.

[ he lets his hand go limp again and nestles his cheek against qi fang's shoulder, sighing happily. ]

Whatever. When we're alone, I'm not letting you stop me.

[ don't think about it at all, reki. trust that if the situation were different, that hand wouldn't have even dared to come close to your wrist.

but now that he's in the clear, qi fang lets both arms now wind around reki's waist, cradling him close so that he doesn't melt right off his lap. the lingering heat coming off their bodies is a little stifling, but he wouldn't trade this kind of closeness for the world. tipping his head, his own cheek comes to rest right on top of reki's head. ]

You should probably change...

[ it's a lot nicer to be enveloped in strong arms than reki would ever like to admit. especially right now, when he's still buzzing with all kinds of feelings, carnal and otherwise. this is another one of those things they need to do more often.

it'll take a lot to get him to go fucking anywhere at this point, and changing just is nowhere near a contender. ]

Why?

Cuz you came in your pants like a thirteen year old, dumbass. [ of course, there's nothing but utmost affection in his tone. ] Kinda figuring you don't want anybody noticing.

[ he jostles reki once, twice in his arms. ]

Need me to carry you?

Fuck offfffff.

[ what, now he has to cling? absolutely ridiculous. almost as infuriating as the fact that his cheeks are hot all over again, flushed so brightly he could signal planes from qi fang's lap. ]

It's not the same kind of nut, dumbass.

[ qi fang pauses, leans back, lifts his brows. ]

What — like a dry one?

[ okay. now reki is fixing him with a skeptical look. ]

Why don't you know about this stuff? Have you never...

[ qi fang pauses, suddenly feeling bashful. ]

No, I mean — I heard about them but never had one myself...

[ he tilts his head at reki, smiling faintly. ]

Convenient. It looked like a good one.

TFLN / OPEN RP / THREADTRACKER

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