rekd | OVERFLOW / OPEN

[ 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. ]

[ he doesn't need to be told twice. before reki's arm can even finish loosening its hold, qi fang is leaning over and to grab at the drawer. fortunately, he's tall enough that it's not a big stretch, and he isn't drawn away from reki too significantly. in fact the new angle allows him to push his hips back further, cant them towards those teasing fingers.

he huffs out something impatient as he holds the bottle over his shoulder, retreating back into the warmth of reki's embrace. pressed flush, back to chest, he shudders down over those fingers, clenching with purpose. he's still got a hand around his cock, thumbing at a swollen head. he tilts his head back, tongue trailing along his lip. ]

Better hurry and give me that dick or I'm coming without you, babe.

[ reki takes the bottle, but then he's burying his fingers in qi fang's hair too, pulling until he can capture his glistening bottom lip in a bite and growl low against it. ]

You come when I say.

[ finally, his fingers retreat, squeezing their way down qi fang's thigh, tucking under his knee. he lifts it to his chest and gives his hands a better task, demanding, ] Hold this.

[ when everything is as he likes it, then he can move on to slicking up his cock, spending the rest of the wetness on his fingers rubbing down qi fang's hole. he lets the tip of it nuzzle against the rim just for a second, feeling for that moment between each twitch when he can push in, so good that he has to sink his teeth into the back of qi fang's shoulder for one more point to ground himself. ]

[ the sound to leave qi fang's lips can only be described as a low whine, tapering off into a growl that echoes reki's impatience. he holds onto his leg like he's instructed, functioning mostly on autopilot now as his other hand squeezes at his base in an attempt to fend off the sudden pulse of heat that surges right through his dick at reki's command. ]

Ass, [ qi fang mutters through gritted teeth, only to be cut off when he feels that sudden intrusion steal his breath. his mouth falls open on a soundless gasp, but the initial tensing soon gives way to a welcome embrace as reki pushes himself in deeper. he melts into the bite on his shoulder, sighing deeply in approval. ]

That's it, [ he practically coos, ] get in real deep, baby.

Bend your back. Like this.

[ reki's content enough to do it for him, using the grip he has on qi fang's hair in tandem with a firm hand pressed against the small of his back. he twists a few strands of hair around his fingers to keep everything in place, and that slow push resumes until reki can feel himself buried up to the hilt in ass. ]

Fuck.

[ he's too impatient to hold back from giving qi fang a few quick pounds, but then he's grinding hard into that heat, forcing it to memorize the thickness of his cock, barring an arm across qi fang's chest to make sure everything is tightly locked down for himself. his lips brush over the bite he left behind, not quite an apology, but sweet for the moment it takes him to murmur, ] Feels so fucking good.

Demanding, [ qi fang chides fondly, but once again his attempts at humor get interrupted by the hungry, deep press of a cock. he holds his breath, riding out the first rough thrusts before he lets a shudder overtake him, sinking into the feeling of being full as reki works his hips up flush against him.

he makes a small sound of agreement as he starts to work his hand over himself. it's not easy work, but he manages a a good rhythm of rocking back and forth in the small space between reki's cock and his squeezing fist, building up the shallow hitches of his breath. when that proves too difficult in his restricted space, he opts for clenching tight around reki like the beating pulse of his heart, trying to coax him to move. ]

The fucking nerve of you.

[ as if reki can't feel him making demands of his own, clenching around him so hard that his vision starts crawling around the edges. he moves, but this isn't the cozy, lazy winding of two warm, drowsy bodies anymore; now he's all fucked up and pressing qi fang down against the mattress with every rough rock of his hips, toppling them over with weight and momentum until he can catch himself on his knees and fuck him proper.

it's better now anyway, where he can really get what he wants out of that bent back, bouncing himself off that lifted ass, making sure qi fang never has a chance to get lazy and fall out of place. it's not a rhythm he can stick with, not when he needs his grasp to turn fiercer, his thrusts more punishing, to contend with the wild mood he's in. ]

Fuck, [ he growls, bringing his hand down in a hard slap across qi fang's ass, pulling tight on his leashed hair. ] Better not forget what I fucking told you.

[ thank god it's late, where their tumbling and swearing is less likely to be detected. where qi fang's low growl of defiance can easily he swallowed up in the darkness, or is it the pillow he's suddenly pressing his face into? reki holds his head back, though, exposing his throat like some prey, and it only makes his teeth grit more. the urge to fight flares in his chest, but it's colored by all the heat pooling in his gut, so rather than buck reki off he just shoves his ass back with just as much force, letting the sound of their skin slapping together fill up the room amidst their low chorus of cusses. ]

Bitch, [ he hisses, knowing his skin is flaring pink right where reki's slapped him. he knows, too, that reki loves it, that the rough movements he meets are only one indication of it.

he's let go of his cock by now because, yes, he fucking remembers, and as defiant as he wants to be he knows obeying will be a sweeter reward. so he clutches at the sheets instead, using that as leverage to fuck himself back on reki's cock. ]

[ either way you look at it, they're being far too noisy. if it isn't the moaning or the grunting or their hissed back-and-forth, it's the creaking of the bedsprings that betrays them. but reki's way past caring about anything beyond letting the aggression of qi fang's movements draw the same right out of him, the sharp crash of skin as telltale as anything.

he takes care of one of those problems, though, shoving qi fang's face right back into the pillows, leaning over him so he can leave a constellation of bites across his back. he's a lot lighter than reki and everywhere he touches leaves such a vivid mark; seeing them bloom makes heat wick into that already molten part of himself, immediately addictive. ]

You've got a nasty fuckin' mouth, [ he growls, winding himself on a few brutal thrusts that could be accused of just the same. ] Makes me think you don't wanna come tonight.

You fuckin' know I do, [ comes out qi fang's growl, throwing his hips back with more purpose now that the threat of denial hangs over him like a weight. but rather than be worried or angry, he just slides further into cock, lips curved into a challenging grin like he's just daring reki to deny him.

he's managed to twist his head to the side, cheek crushed against the pillow but at least he isn't chewing on it now. from this vantage point he can see how reki bends over him, ass high and quaking with each downward thrust. he licks at his lips, wishing he could just reach back far enough to slap his own hand over that plump flesh.

but he'll settle for teasing instead. ]

Gonna have to reach a lot higher if you want any of your marks showing, babe. Need me to bend back more?

TFLN / OPEN RP / THREADTRACKER

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