rekd | OVERFLOW / OPEN

You might still be wondering, honestly.

[ there is something, he has to admit, about the idea of their mixed laundry. he hadn't thought about it much before, but seeing that grin on qi fang's face makes him grin too.

and then he's gone and there's nothing for him to focus on. he ends up snuggling into his arms and drifting off right there at the table. someone drops by to drape a warm towel over his shoulders, but by then, he's out like a light, too exhausted to rouse for anything as mundane as people moving in the house all around him. ]

[ qi fang doesn't even take that long. knowing that reki's still soaked and waiting for him is a good enough piece of motivation, but also he finds he's just not all that interested in being without the other for too long, especially in a house where he's literally surrounded by so many things that reminds him of reki.

he's got a towel around his shoulders, catching the errant droplets of water still clinging to his hair, when he makes his way back over to the table. seeing reki dozing off puts a smile to his face; he's always so hesitant to wake the other, knowing sleep is kind of precious for him, but no point in letting him stay in wet clothes any longer. he crouches down beside the chair, reaching up to brush more of reki's hair out of his face. ]

Look alive, bright eyes. That hot water's not gonna wait forever.

[ there's a reluctant grumble from him. he can't lift his head off the table yet, but he is awake enough to fret over all the things he's missed out on worrying about while he was asleep. he manages to drowsily slur: ]

I forgot to show you which stuff to use.

[ he's so, so precious like this...

kind of a shame qi fang's resorting to such dirty tactics to wake him up. ]

Don't worry, I figured it out. I just had to rub that bar soap all over my hair, right?

[ reki makes an irritable noise and lifts his head, wavering like he's punch-drunk for a moment. finally, he cracks one eye open, pulls qi fang's shoulder to bring him nearer, and sniffs at his hair.

the verdict? lies. ]

... You asshole.

[ fuck it. might as well stretch and yawn and wake the rest of the way up. ]

[ he laughs, triumphant and smug. ]

It worked, so I make no apologies. C'mon, you're practically crusted over in mud.

[ he sets his hands on reki's legs, moving as if to curl them under his thighs. ]

Want me to carry you?

Hell no.

[ and now he's awake the rest of the way, pulling the towel around his shoulders tighter. he pushes himself to his feet and wavers for a second, straightening with a huff when his gaze happens to cross qi fang. ]

Meet me in my room after.

[ a smirk finds its way to qi fang's lips as he rises back up to full height. ]

Yes, sir.

[ he gives reki's chin a gentle tap before walking past him to do just that, only more than happy to plop himself down on a warm, comfortable bed and wait out the other's shower. he closes his eyes and decides to indulge in a light nap in the meantime, curling himself around one of reki's pillows to breathe in the other's scent each time. ]

[ turns out a shower is just what he needed. by the time reki is done scrubbing off all that mud, he feels completely revitalized—and thankful, considering the long night they may or may not have ahead of them.

he changes, not into his own clothes but one of qi fang's shirts. not his fault he keeps leaving stuff here, though he is getting into the habit of making sure certain items are easy to miss on his way out—jackets and shirts like these that fit like an embrace, comfier than anything he owns. also not his fault, qi fang should have read the fine print before he signed up for this shit.

by then it's bedtime, and a quick peek into the room reveals a napping qi fang. reki lets him rest for as long as it takes to read the twins a story. koyomi joins him, which she rarely does anymore, and by the time the twins are out, he has to carry her to her own bed, tucking her in just like back in the day. he's in such a good mood that he considers just slipping into bed and contentedly stealing another nap before work, but nah.

instead, he crawls into the space behind qi fang and slips his arms around him, locking his hips tight against him and nibbling needily on his ear. there's a soft whine when he doesn't wake up immediately, so his sliding hands redouble their efforts, his teeth tugging at the lobe of his ear. ]

[ it's slow progress but qi fang eventually rouses. his body reacts first, stretching out slightly so he can lean a little against the warmth of the body behind him. one hand reaches out, blindly patting down reki's leg to run up and down along it before setting just behind his thigh. he draws in a breath, yawns, blinks sleepy eyes open. ]

Hey. [ his voice rasps like he's been in deep sleep for the past twenty years, but he's thankfully fairly quick to become alert now that he's working on it. shifting, he glances over his shoulder at the other, bumping their cheeks. ] Time to go?

Got some time yet.

[ reki's voice is rough too, run ragged with wanting. he'd thought he was nice and warm before, but that's nothing compared to melting into the heat of qi fang's body, his hand tucked tightly between qi fang's thighs, his slow-grinding hips dragging one contented purr after another from him. it feels like it's been forever since they've been close like this, and qi fang's touch just refines that longing into something that burns bright and hot. ]

Miss you, [ he murmurs, nuzzling against qi fang's cheek, every shallow breath he takes escaping him in heated, tiny huffs. ]

[ it's only a second longer before qi fang can make out the heat in reki's voice, breaking through the haze of his drowsiness. his lips crack into a crooked grin on reflex, the hand on reki's thigh now moving up and squeezing with purpose and promise. ]

D'you think about me in the shower?

[ his voice is still thick with sleep, but it only helps with the mood. with just a few touches he encourages those hips to keep moving, keep seeking out that friction it's so desperate for. ]

[ that touch is all the promise he needs to pant a little harder, turning that slow grind into a hungry crush. ]

Always thinking 'bout you.

[ he keeps nuzzling, burrowing his face into a spot against qi fang's throat where he can dart out his tongue and taste him. the hand between qi fang's thighs squeezes its way up, settling over his crotch where he can rub in time with his languid thrusts. ]

Fucking charmer.

[ he huffs out a heated laugh, broken only by the sharp intake of breath when reki's touch finds its way to its destination. he rocks up into it, encouraging, before rocking back to meet those insistent hips. he lets his eyes fall shut, languishing in the headiness of their building passion. the heat they're generating would put him back to a cozy sleep if it weren't doing the opposite and igniting every cell in his body. he snakes his arm back, reaching around so he can grab a handful of ass, squeezing appreciatively. ]

[ reki stifles a soft moan against his skin. ]

It's true, [ he insists, but his mouth is put to better use suckling gently on qi fang's throat. finally, he works his other hand under qi fang's shirt, scaling his stomach and his chest, pressing when he needs the leverage. they don't have all night like he'd hoped, but there's still enough time to enjoy the body he's rocking against, reveling in the sensation of solid muscle tightening beneath his touch, in the rising heat he's stoking between qi fang's thighs. ]

[ that suckling is all he needs to tip his head to the side, granting the other boy more room to roam. it's only fair, after all, given the mark he'd left just earlier. eventually, though, his impatience bubbles forth as the last of his drowsiness slips away. he worms his hand in between them, twisting his wrist so he can palm the hardness demanding his attention. ]

What d'you want, baby? [ how do you want it? ]

[ reki relinquishes his throat to draw in a seething breath, his hips bucking roughly. that hand becomes the center of his world for a second before that isn't enough either, no matter how good it feels to press into all that heat and friction. ]

Wanna fuck, [ he rasps, biting now everywhere that he can sink his teeth into. he hooks a finger into the waist of qi fang's pants to earn himself enough room to slide his hand beneath the fabric, hips rocking hard when his fingers squeeze around qi fang's cock. ]

[ the grin on qi fang's lips turn from lazy to hungry, feeling his cock pulse hot and hard inside reki's tight grip. he bucks his hips forward, sighing out a low groan of approval. ]

Yeah, I figured... I meant how.

[ he glances over his shoulder, arching a brow. his own hand squeezes, though he wishes he had just as good a grip on reki. ]

Tell me how you want it, babe. You're so fucking sexy when you make demands.

Wanna fuck you.

[ every part of qi fang feels so good that it makes his hands restless, roaming and sliding, the topography of his skin enough to turn the ache building in his gut into a gentle agony. he pins the rough pad of his thumb against a nipple and gives qi fang's cock a few coaxing pumps, but then his greedy fingers are gently squeezing his balls, rubbing between his thighs until they whorl over his hole. ]

Just like this. You feel so fucking good.

[ reki's words are met with a low snicker, both triumphant and amused. he really does love it when the other boy gets insistent and impatient like this; every other time he always feels like this ball of sunburst and energy unable to be contained in such a compact little body, but in times like these it feels even more so. volatile and explosive and so, so very exciting. his cock pulses in interest, precome already leaking down his length.

he slips his hand away but shifts back to allow his ass to wiggle back against that pressing need behind him. with a thumb hooked onto his pants he eases them down the rest of the way, baring himself fully to reki's exploring hands. ]

What're you waiting for then? Fuck me.

[ all that wiggling draws a low growl out of reki. now there's bare skin hot against him, and loathe as he is to take his hands off qi fang, he has to make a momentary sacrifice to drag his pants down over his cock and let himself sink into the heat of it. he'd been perfectly patient before, but as always, qi fang sets him off, gets him too worked up to be entirely polite about stuffing his fingers into qi fang's mouth, not rough but not entirely kind either. ]

Need 'em really wet.

[ not that reki isn't going to do most of the work for him, fucking his mouth until the spit swells and his fingers are coated thickly. then he'll replace them where they were, where they can pet until the tension of his rim is loose enough for him to slide his touch right through it. ]

[ well, qi fang had actually just been about to lean over and dig out their good pal ol' trusty lube from the drawer there but — this works too. qi fang moans, more turned on by the invasiveness than he'd like to admit, working his tongue all over those digits till they're good and slick and dripping.

in their absence he sucks in a shuddering breath, feeling his muscles tense instinctively at the probing fingers. but he forces himself to calm, to force that air out in a steady rush so he can curl a hand around the sheets beneath him and lean into the touch, accepting. ]

Fuck, [ he gasps, feeling his body give way. a split second's difference between welcoming and then consuming, drawing reki in deeper until he feels ready for more. ] Keep going—

[ it's so tight inside that reki's growls begin anew. he does what he can to help, leaning his finger firm against the clench of muscle to exhaust it, keeping it hooked to stretch with every smooth roll of his hips. there's a second finger waiting, wicking up the wetness that collects around his rim, burying itself inside when he finds there's enough space for it. ]

Feel so good already...

[ for a second, it's almost enough just to fight for a place between qi fang's legs, his breath hitching when he finds that constrictive heat coaxing him in deeper, nestling the pads of his fingers against that little cluster of nerves inside him. he gives it a few good strokes until it's nice and swollen, blown out enough for him to trace with his touch. almost enough, but he can feel his dick dripping between qi fang's cheeks, sliding slick now beneath the slow drive of his hips. ]

Feel like you want it bad.

[ he can feel each growl reverberate right down to his cock, so much so that he has to reach down and squeeze in an effort to remain in his own skin. his nerves feel electric, like exposed livewire everywhere reki touches him but oh especially there. ]

Fuck, [ he pants, he whimpers, just a mindless chorus of ] fuck fuck fuck. [ he has to turn his head to muffle his sounds against the pillow, but the blanket of proper nightfall gives him the illusion of privacy. it makes his movements a little bolder, arching his back so he can rock back into those fingers, coaxing that cock to slide right up between his cheeks. ]

Don't tease me, [ he hisses. do we really have the time? ]

[ reki cinches an arm around qi fang so those rocking hips really nail their mark, rewarding them with rough thrusts of his fingers. it's a grip that quickly turns possessive when it dawns on him what has to happen next. he's dying for it, sure, but just the prospect of leaving behind the warm squeeze of qi fang's cheeks against his cock, this writhing body in his arms, triggers that wildly greedy part of himself.

eventually, he loosens his hold with a reluctant hiss of his own. ]

Get the bottle for me then.

[ not that reki is going to stop washing his hand over qi fang's skin, or even stop fucking him with long, twisting strokes. that's too much letting go he's nowhere near willing to do, posed and ready, in fact, to reel qi fang right back into place the instant he's grabbed what he needs. ]

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