[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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.
[ 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. ]
Yeah? [ he'd never really been all that curious about it — after all, why would he be? his regular orgasms are good on their own — but with reki, he finds himself not only intrigued but eager to explore things.
he wraps his arms a little tighter, snuggling reki close. ]
[ but doing any of that means letting go of reki, and that seems near impossible to do right now. reki hasn't made any moves, so why should he? his weight is a warm, comforting one, and not something he's eager to give up unless he really has to. ]
[ well. neither of them are moving, so reki works a hand loose from between them and reaches up to run his fingers through qi fang's hair. (after he covertly works this fucking hair tie off, ofc.) ]
[ a small frown twitches on his lips when he feels his fringe fall around his eyes, but it's more in observation than actually being displeased by it. he's reaching behind reki now to spoon himself another bite of curry, suddenly remembering its existence. ]
[ almost there. reki gives it a good touseling and yeah, perfect. it isn't often you can catch reki purring without something shoved inside him; this is one of the few exceptions. ]
[ he helps himself to a bite of the curry first, maybe even chewing slower than usual just to draw it out. after he swallows he dips his head down to press a saucy kiss to that sheepish grin, hand coming down to give reki's side a squeeze. ]
But I'll do it when we're alone, so you can keep all that fine to yourself.
Oh, please. I dunno what I'd do if everyone found out you're actually a little hotter than you already are.
[ he's rolling his eyes, but it's practically impossible for him to look anything but soundly content right now. apparently it's one of the tragic side effects of being all curled up with your favorite person. ]
[ apart from the sly little grin on his lips, qi fang's beginning to get suitably distracted again by the food. though he keeps one arm firmly around reki to keep him steady on his lap, he's already begun work on emptying out that bowl of curry. a sword he'll fall on all by himself if he has to! ]
[ reki tells himself it's fine that qi fang's paying attention to food instead of him, but. honestly. ]
Yeah, 'cause you like this.
[ don't worry, he'll wait for his moment—it'd be tragic to cause a mess, grabbing up a fistful of that hair and demandingly tugging him into a slow kiss. ]
[ .....in qi fang's defense, it's food made by reki so it's like. basically an extension of him. ]
Hm—?
[ another distracted sound and — yeah, okay. yeah. his bad for letting his attention slip so easily after what is undoubtedly a sickeningly-sweet couple moment for them. he should damn well treasure this fluffy reki he's got in his arms right now, but trust he's seen the error of his ways now that his mouth's being pried open, his scalp tingling sweetly from the tug.
he sighs into that kiss, spoon clattering onto the table as he wraps both arms snug around reki once more, drawing him closer into his lap. ]
[ you'd think that, but reki's far happier with his complete and undivided attention. maybe it's just how new they are to each other or maybe this is a fucking red flag and qi fang should run now, but something in reki's soul settles when those arms wrap around him again and he's free to stroke his hands through that hair and luxuriate against the warmth of his body. it's just so hard for him, y'know, having a boyfriend who is so perfectly kissable and having to abstain from doing exactly that for the 10% of their day when they can't justify some absolutely gnarly PDA. ]
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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.
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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...
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it'll take a lot to get him to go fucking anywhere at this point, and changing just is nowhere near a contender. ]
Why?
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[ he jostles reki once, twice in his arms. ]
Need me to carry you?
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[ 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.
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What — like a dry one?
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Why don't you know about this stuff? Have you never...
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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.
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[ credit where credit's due, even if reki's interest is elsewhere now. ]
What's been stopping you?
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[ he blinks a few times. ]
Are you saying you can control that shit?
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[ reki nuzzles against his throat, breathing him in softly. ]
When it's you, I'm so fucking gone it's practically inevitable.
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he wraps his arms a little tighter, snuggling reki close. ]
Teach me how, next time.
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[ reki snickers and happily nestles in closer, pressing a softly lingering kiss to qi fang's jaw. ]
We should wake up the monsters soon.
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[ but doing any of that means letting go of reki, and that seems near impossible to do right now. reki hasn't made any moves, so why should he? his weight is a warm, comforting one, and not something he's eager to give up unless he really has to. ]
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[ well. neither of them are moving, so reki works a hand loose from between them and reaches up to run his fingers through qi fang's hair. (after he covertly works this fucking hair tie off, ofc.) ]
Can I tell you somethin'?
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What's up?
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You look fine as hell like this.
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Is that a request?
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Kinda late for that now, but yeah.
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[ he helps himself to a bite of the curry first, maybe even chewing slower than usual just to draw it out. after he swallows he dips his head down to press a saucy kiss to that sheepish grin, hand coming down to give reki's side a squeeze. ]
But I'll do it when we're alone, so you can keep all that fine to yourself.
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[ he's rolling his eyes, but it's practically impossible for him to look anything but soundly content right now. apparently it's one of the tragic side effects of being all curled up with your favorite person. ]
Anyway, it's good for you too, y'know?
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[ apart from the sly little grin on his lips, qi fang's beginning to get suitably distracted again by the food. though he keeps one arm firmly around reki to keep him steady on his lap, he's already begun work on emptying out that bowl of curry. a sword he'll fall on all by himself if he has to! ]
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Yeah, 'cause you like this.
[ don't worry, he'll wait for his moment—it'd be tragic to cause a mess, grabbing up a fistful of that hair and demandingly tugging him into a slow kiss. ]
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Hm—?
[ another distracted sound and — yeah, okay. yeah. his bad for letting his attention slip so easily after what is undoubtedly a sickeningly-sweet couple moment for them. he should damn well treasure this fluffy reki he's got in his arms right now, but trust he's seen the error of his ways now that his mouth's being pried open, his scalp tingling sweetly from the tug.
he sighs into that kiss, spoon clattering onto the table as he wraps both arms snug around reki once more, drawing him closer into his lap. ]
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