[ it's not like qi fang's some saint. in his last birthday party, he literally had shots by the gallons served to a whole group of minors, facilitating all kinds of questionable games of poker. but. mama kyan doesn't need to know any of that. though a part of him thinks it might get him some more points with grandma.
he chokes on the sip-turned-gulp, a bit of brandy coming up at the corner of his lips. he throws reki a sour look, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. ]
Asshole.
[ spoke tenderly, of course, because he's soon setting that bottle aside to take reki up in his arms again. he nestles against the pillow, breathing reki in deep all around him. ]
Who's Haru?
[ ah, oops. so much for that brain-to-mouth filter... ]
[ honestly, considering how much granny likes her sake, reki wouldn't doubt it. but he's eager to move on from family stuff now that they're in the relative privacy of his room, twisted up together and basking in the warmth between them. reki's all too happy to lean over him, vying for a kiss with pouted lips that twist sourly at the question.
[ yeah, he asked for that. which is why he'll not protest to the pinches, nor will he even try to squirm his way out of them. kinda messes up the words coming out of his mouth, though, but it's all still pretty intelligible. ]
Damn, she really hits low, huh?
[ it's kind of impressive. but also scary. also he feels a little bad for feeling so relieved this haru guy was just an ex-friend and not an ex-boyfriend. he settles his hands on reki's hips, running them gently up and down his sides as if to comfort. ]
[ reki still doesn't have whatever special powers qi fang does that give him control over his facial expressions, so he opts instead to bow his head and trace qi fang's jaw with his lips. ]
Kinda immune to shit-talk at this point.
[ y'know, beyond the fact that he's willing to throw hands at any errant glance he decides he doesn't like. other than that, he's fucking untouchable. ]
[ it's not fair when that's his weakness. it's patently impossible for him to deny qi fang a kiss, not with his hair all flopped in his eyes and his touch soft against reki's cheek. reki puts a hand over his to draw him closer as they kiss, his tongue darting out to taste the liquor on his lips. ]
[ the kiss is met with a soft sound that escapes through qi fang's lips, like somewhere between a sigh and a moan. carefully, he maneuvers reki around so that he can nestle the smaller boy right on top of him as works on deepening that kiss, languishing for the moment in their quiet privacy.
he nips at reki's lower lip, slowly moving his way down to work on a fresh hickey at the base of his neck. ]
[ the kiss is good, but the rough workings of qi fang's tongue leaves him hissing, rocking against his teeth and lips to feel the throb of his bruising skin. reki's sweet in return, toying with his hair, rubbing his fingers over his jaw, murmuring hazily. ]
[ qi fang is careful not to lose himself too much in the haze of their passion, though it's very easy to do. reki is intoxicating in every way that qi fang is weak to, but he endeavors to be the one out of the two that remembers they're literally in a house full of people, young and old.
still, he's compelled to leave his mark, another mark, not threatened but also kind of threatened by the memory of another guy. he scrapes his teeth over reki's skin, slipping his hands under the hem of his shirt to press skin to skin along the curve of that spine. ]
[ yeah, kind of difficult to keep all that in mind when qi fang's suckling his way across his skin. reki's back arches into his touch and he's burying those hitching breath he's taking against the fine mess he's made of qi fang's hair, groaning low in his throat.
eventually, his hands find qi fang's shoulders and press down, letting him slip lower so that he can catch qi fang in a nippy little kiss. he smirks. ]
You're in a mood.
[ one of his hands slips down between them, his palm rubbing over qi fang's crotch. ]
[ ah, yes, a not-so-subtle reminder that he'd essentially cockblocked himself not too long ago. he groans before he can help himself, tossing his head back with a clenched jaw and tightly grit teeth. reki's hand is a welcome sensation but it's not enough for his sudden greed, hips rocking up desperately into his touch. ]
Ass.
[ which works both an insult and a request, heh. ]
You know it's you.
[ he leans up, biting down on reki's lower lip and tugging on his way back down. ]
[ reki growls in return, crashing their lips together roughly the second he's twisted himself free. once he's had his fill of that, he leans on qi fang's shoulder to shove him back down again while he makes quick work of the belt in his way. ]
C'mon, lemme get your dick in my mouth first.
[ not that he's going to wait for permission. the second he has that belt loose, he's making his way down, pressing a few scant kisses on the way but too impatient to really give them the attention they deserve. he's far too focused on finally digging qi fang's cock out of his jeans and wrapping his fingers around it, groaning like he's been the one waiting all this time. (which, honestly, yeah.) ]
[ it's witchcraft how quickly reki can get him hard. he's straining by the time the other boy's got him in his hand, a bead of precome already pearling at the tip like some pathetic beacon of desperation. his hands slip down, curling around thick strands of fiery red hair. ]
So get it in—
[ turns out a man can only have so much patience. that fistful of hair serves as a great handle for qi fang to drag reki's head down, groaning loudly when his cockhead brushes against that filthy mouth. ]
[ just for that, reki's going to pause for a second to lap at the head of his dick like he's waiting for some heavenly manna to start pouring out of it. look, it's not his fault, he learned on their very first night together that if he gets qi fang impatient enough, it's better for both parties.
of course, he's also drunk, which means fuck it. he'll just say what he wants and whine if he doesn't get it. ]
Choke me on it.
[ he'll start, opening his mouth wide and rolling out his tongue so there's a nice, soft wet bed for qi fang's cock to glide against as reki guides it straight down his throat. his cheeks hollow in this idle moment he spends suckling the flesh in his mouth, his nails scratching insistently; qi fang's turn now. ]
[ turns out reki being much more forthcoming with his wants is both a blessing and a curse. qi fang is already so keyed up, just hearing that desire in reki's voice has him moaning pathetically, a full-body shudder racing all the way down to the tips of his toes. what else can he do but give in? not that the sight and sound and sensation of reki's tight throat convulsing around his cock isn't heaven itself, but at this point qi fang would happily do whatever it is reki wanted, no questions asked. how fortunate for them that they're almost always on the same page when it comes to things like this.
tightening his grip on reki's hair, he pulls the boy's head down just as he arches his hips up. he feels his cock slip in deeper, hitting the back of reki's throat, but he rocks up further still, not satisfied until he hears and feels that gag reflex kick in. ]
Fuck, [ he gasps, staring down unblinking at the sight, ] that's it, baby, choke on this dick, you love it—
[ it's so good, the sudden shock of suffocation, the sting of tears welling in his eyes, the rush of spit pooling in his mouth and dripping from his lips. he forces his throat to calm and lifts his shoulders up a little higher, fixing the angle of his throat so that he can swallow qi fang's cock down deeper still.
his nails dig into qi fang's hips, something to grasp and keep himself impaled as his tongue slips over his balls in slow, wet sweeps. he doesn't have enough breath to make a sound, but his eyes are rolling, his whole body shuddering as he starts scratching trenches in qi fang's skin again, begging for more. ]
[ it's almost too much for qi fang, who feels a bubble of instinct make him want to retreat. like somehow feeling so good is a bad thing, a scary thing, but at the same time he supposes that's part of the thrill here. it's never a dull moment with reki, and that can be pretty intimidating if he weren't so determined to enjoy every fucking second of it.
he grits his teeth, forcing himself to keep watching as reki's face turns from pink to red, as the sight of him becomes as obscene as the sounds filling the small room. qi fang holds him steady, firm but yielding just enough in case it's too much. his hips pick up the slack, rocking up to press and push and press deeper into that welcoming throat.
he huffs, feeling the tightening in his gut signal a sweet release. ]
Shit, c-coming—
[ he has enough forethought to loosen his grip on reki's hair, to let the other boy decide how and where he wants it. the rest of his body gives in, head tossing back while his hips buck uncontrollably. ]
[ reki can feel it too, and it probably means something he can't even fathom right now that he's able to read qi fang so well through touch alone. it makes the motions of his head that much more urgent, his grasp tightening around qi fang's hips even before he says a word. then he's soaking up all those thrusts with a tight throat and finely-pursed lips, dizzied by the sudden shift in qi fang's snapping hips as he lets himself go.
he drinks him down eagerly, petting sweetly now where his nails have scratched through skin, and doesn't let him go until there's nothing left to suckle from the flesh in his mouth. then he can gasp for air, rubbing his fevered cheek against qi fang's tight belly, trying to catch his breath just enough to speak. ]
Fuck, you looked so hot.
[ his fingers walk up qi fang's chest; his sleepy smile turns menacing. ]
[ a choked laugh, a desperate wheeze. qi fang reaches up just in time to stop that wandering hand from doing whatever devil work it had intended to do, instead dragging it up so he can press a sloppy kiss at the center of its palm. then he presses it down to rest against his chest, right above his still-wildly beating heart. ]
You want me to die? Pretty sure that was my soul and a half you just sucked outta me.
[ he spares a couple more moments to simply get his breath and bearings back, blinking up at reki's ceiling, idly trying to figure out if at one point he'd stuck up those glow-in-the-dark stars everyone seemed to have at one point in their lives.
but soon enough he's reaching down, tugging on reki's arms. ]
[ reki's laughter is a little quieter, muted in part by the open-mouthed kisses he's spreading all over qi fang's belly. he's perfectly content here, basking in the warm glow of a job well done, soaking up the rhythm of his heartbeat with his fingers. when he feels that tug, though, his attention is instantly diverted, his gaze softening when it meets qi fang's. ]
You're fuckin' adorable after you come.
[ he's back up in an instant, seeking out a cozy place against qi fang to snuggle into, gently brushing his hair out of his face and behind his ear. ]
Pretty solid incentive to keep makin' you do it, y'know.
[ with reki tucked against his side, qi fang doesn't hesitate to curl an arm around him to keep him close, remind him how well he fits there, right up against him. it feels like it took them a long time to get here, to allow themselves to not only have this but want this, that this kind of open honesty and affection between their bodies feels just as intoxicating as sex itself.
he's hoping that kind of affirmation can carry them through this next part too. ]
[ he really is happiest exactly where he is, wound up in qi fang's arms and drifting on the sensation of his voice. even better now because he sounds so smooth and sated, which makes reki proud in turn, blissed out on the idea that he can be enough for this person he really wants to keep.
and then there's that line every anxious person in the world just loves to hear. there's stuff they need to talk about, obviously, but his head quickly invents worst case scenarios. he knew you were lying about haru, it tells him. his heart pounds out a very clear distress signal in his chest: fucking run. ]
We can do that later. You should sneak a nap before dinner.
[ those fingers stroking through his hair turn as plaintive as they are soothing. ]
[ yeeeeah, so he definitely could have phrased that better. he blames his foggy mind, still trying to claw its way out of that post-orgasmic bliss but that was still definitely his bad. but, it's a testament to how far they've come (how far reki's come) that reki doesn't immediately bolt even after that slip up. ]
Yeah, but, [ his body sings of sweet sweet fatigue but he forces himself past the sleepy blinks to meet reki's eyes, serious, ] this is important. Right?
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he chokes on the sip-turned-gulp, a bit of brandy coming up at the corner of his lips. he throws reki a sour look, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. ]
Asshole.
[ spoke tenderly, of course, because he's soon setting that bottle aside to take reki up in his arms again. he nestles against the pillow, breathing reki in deep all around him. ]
Who's Haru?
[ ah, oops. so much for that brain-to-mouth filter... ]
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man, if only he'd been an only child. ]
A guy I was friends with years ago.
[ nevermind sweet soft kisses; qi fang's getting pinched cheeks instead. ]
I told you not to take her seriously.
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Damn, she really hits low, huh?
[ it's kind of impressive. but also scary. also he feels a little bad for feeling so relieved this haru guy was just an ex-friend and not an ex-boyfriend. he settles his hands on reki's hips, running them gently up and down his sides as if to comfort. ]
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[ reki still doesn't have whatever special powers qi fang does that give him control over his facial expressions, so he opts instead to bow his head and trace qi fang's jaw with his lips. ]
Kinda immune to shit-talk at this point.
[ y'know, beyond the fact that he's willing to throw hands at any errant glance he decides he doesn't like. other than that, he's fucking untouchable. ]
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[ qi fang should really just quit while he's ahead, but now he's gotten over-confident none of that ire is going to land on him.
but. speaking of shit-talk... that does encroach on the reason he'd come by... one thing at a time, first. ]
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Not even close.
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Glad your tastes improved.
[ no no don't be mad at him... qi fang is going to lift a hand to cup reki's cheek, trying to coax him down for a kiss. ]
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[ it's not fair when that's his weakness. it's patently impossible for him to deny qi fang a kiss, not with his hair all flopped in his eyes and his touch soft against reki's cheek. reki puts a hand over his to draw him closer as they kiss, his tongue darting out to taste the liquor on his lips. ]
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he nips at reki's lower lip, slowly moving his way down to work on a fresh hickey at the base of his neck. ]
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Fuck, that feels good.
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still, he's compelled to leave his mark, another mark, not threatened but also kind of threatened by the memory of another guy. he scrapes his teeth over reki's skin, slipping his hands under the hem of his shirt to press skin to skin along the curve of that spine. ]
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eventually, his hands find qi fang's shoulders and press down, letting him slip lower so that he can catch qi fang in a nippy little kiss. he smirks. ]
You're in a mood.
[ one of his hands slips down between them, his palm rubbing over qi fang's crotch. ]
Wonder what you could possibly want...
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Ass.
[ which works both an insult and a request, heh. ]
You know it's you.
[ he leans up, biting down on reki's lower lip and tugging on his way back down. ]
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C'mon, lemme get your dick in my mouth first.
[ not that he's going to wait for permission. the second he has that belt loose, he's making his way down, pressing a few scant kisses on the way but too impatient to really give them the attention they deserve. he's far too focused on finally digging qi fang's cock out of his jeans and wrapping his fingers around it, groaning like he's been the one waiting all this time. (which, honestly, yeah.) ]
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So get it in—
[ turns out a man can only have so much patience. that fistful of hair serves as a great handle for qi fang to drag reki's head down, groaning loudly when his cockhead brushes against that filthy mouth. ]
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of course, he's also drunk, which means fuck it. he'll just say what he wants and whine if he doesn't get it. ]
Choke me on it.
[ he'll start, opening his mouth wide and rolling out his tongue so there's a nice, soft wet bed for qi fang's cock to glide against as reki guides it straight down his throat. his cheeks hollow in this idle moment he spends suckling the flesh in his mouth, his nails scratching insistently; qi fang's turn now. ]
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tightening his grip on reki's hair, he pulls the boy's head down just as he arches his hips up. he feels his cock slip in deeper, hitting the back of reki's throat, but he rocks up further still, not satisfied until he hears and feels that gag reflex kick in. ]
Fuck, [ he gasps, staring down unblinking at the sight, ] that's it, baby, choke on this dick, you love it—
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his nails dig into qi fang's hips, something to grasp and keep himself impaled as his tongue slips over his balls in slow, wet sweeps. he doesn't have enough breath to make a sound, but his eyes are rolling, his whole body shuddering as he starts scratching trenches in qi fang's skin again, begging for more. ]
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he grits his teeth, forcing himself to keep watching as reki's face turns from pink to red, as the sight of him becomes as obscene as the sounds filling the small room. qi fang holds him steady, firm but yielding just enough in case it's too much. his hips pick up the slack, rocking up to press and push and press deeper into that welcoming throat.
he huffs, feeling the tightening in his gut signal a sweet release. ]
Shit, c-coming—
[ he has enough forethought to loosen his grip on reki's hair, to let the other boy decide how and where he wants it. the rest of his body gives in, head tossing back while his hips buck uncontrollably. ]
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he drinks him down eagerly, petting sweetly now where his nails have scratched through skin, and doesn't let him go until there's nothing left to suckle from the flesh in his mouth. then he can gasp for air, rubbing his fevered cheek against qi fang's tight belly, trying to catch his breath just enough to speak. ]
Fuck, you looked so hot.
[ his fingers walk up qi fang's chest; his sleepy smile turns menacing. ]
Again?
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You want me to die? Pretty sure that was my soul and a half you just sucked outta me.
[ he spares a couple more moments to simply get his breath and bearings back, blinking up at reki's ceiling, idly trying to figure out if at one point he'd stuck up those glow-in-the-dark stars everyone seemed to have at one point in their lives.
but soon enough he's reaching down, tugging on reki's arms. ]
C'mere, I miss you.
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You're fuckin' adorable after you come.
[ he's back up in an instant, seeking out a cozy place against qi fang to snuggle into, gently brushing his hair out of his face and behind his ear. ]
Pretty solid incentive to keep makin' you do it, y'know.
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[ with reki tucked against his side, qi fang doesn't hesitate to curl an arm around him to keep him close, remind him how well he fits there, right up against him. it feels like it took them a long time to get here, to allow themselves to not only have this but want this, that this kind of open honesty and affection between their bodies feels just as intoxicating as sex itself.
he's hoping that kind of affirmation can carry them through this next part too. ]
We should talk.
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and then there's that line every anxious person in the world just loves to hear. there's stuff they need to talk about, obviously, but his head quickly invents worst case scenarios. he knew you were lying about haru, it tells him. his heart pounds out a very clear distress signal in his chest: fucking run. ]
We can do that later. You should sneak a nap before dinner.
[ those fingers stroking through his hair turn as plaintive as they are soothing. ]
Must be fuckin' beat by now.
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Yeah, but, [ his body sings of sweet sweet fatigue but he forces himself past the sleepy blinks to meet reki's eyes, serious, ] this is important. Right?
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