rekd | OVERFLOW / OPEN

[ 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?

[ reki rubs his fingers over the marks like he's considering it, but ultimately, he decides to pull away, far back enough to deny qi fang anything but the shallow sawing of his cock. those fingers dip between his thighs, scaling each curve, pinching before they gather featherlight against the head of qi fang's dick and spread like a whisper against his skin. ]

Maybe, [ he murmurs, toying with the slit of it until wetness is welling under the bed of his nail. ] I'll throw one of the bullets in you and kick it on high 'til you can't stand it anymore. Maybe I'll make you go out like that, make you beg me in front'a all those people. Won't need the marks then, baby.

[ the prospect makes his cock twitch, compels him to bury it as deeply into qi fang's guts as he can. he gives qi fang one last squeeze before he lifts his fingers up to his lips for a taste of what he's milked from him, humming sweetly as he suckles the flavor off each one. ]

[ shoulda known it would take more than a height joke to knock reki off this kind of high. not that qi fang's complaining, of course, given they're both getting off on it here, but still. it's the principle of the thing. the competition. he hisses in response, but it's neither approval nor protest. he's shown his hand enough in the eager way he bounces off of reki's dick, in his steadily growing impatience that has him growing more and more savage in his movements. ]

Fucking try it, asshole, I'll get you back next time you sit on this dick, [ he huffs. his eyes darken at the sight of reki tasting him. unable to stand it anymore, he shoves a hand down between his legs, pumping furiously in a clear show of defiance. ]

No you won't.

[ reki drags his wet fingers down qi fang's spine, watches it shudder beneath his hard, heavy thrusts. he knows damn well what qi fang's doing, but this is a big moment for him, one that supercedes his temper. ]

You like giving me what I want. And you know I'm the only one who can give you what you want.

[ so he thinks, at least. he's curious, gathering qi fang's hips up against him to dampen those wild motions, watching him closely as he chains soft kisses down his back. the slowdown makes his whole body ache, but it feels like a suitable sacrifice. ]

[ another huff, drawn out and aggravated. his free hand forms a fist, pounding once against the bed when the main outlet of his frustration is forced slower, steady. he doesn't even bother to deny reki's words, knowing them to be true, perhaps even as early as that first night together. instead his teeth are grit around the churning heat in his gut, desperate to be let loose. ]

Fuck, Reki, [ he whines, keening because he thinks it's exactly what reki wants to hear, ] don't do this to me, I'm so fucking close—

[ reki slides a hand up his chest, kissing his way up his back in tandem. his palm presses flat, urging. ]

C'mere. Wanna show you something.

[ here is up against his chest, where he can settle down on the bed, get qi fang spread over his lap. it'll take a fair amount of leaning back, but reki keeps encouraging him with those kisses, shifting and angling the tight press of their bodies until he can feel his cock pressed flush against that wall of muscle and nerves inside. ]

Feel that?

[ it's a testament to both their skill that they manage this shift in position without breaking contact. qi fang is certainly reluctant for it, and so he presses close despite not fully understanding reki's intention until they're both sprawled out on the bed, and qi fang feels his world tip on its axis.

he blinks up at the ceiling, feeling gravity spread him out wider than he'd ever felt, the bow in his back from reki's body beneath him doing something to the angle of where their bodies connect and

oh. ]

Yeah, [ it comes out in a breath, amazed. he reaches down blindly for reki's hand, tugging it towards his leaking cock. ]

Touch me, [ he pants, ] c'mon let me come—

Trust me.

[ he runs his hand up and down qi fang's side, in preparation for those first couple of heavy thrusts. then he needs both of them to keep qi fang in place, coaxing him to lean his weight back, smoothing over his skin in soothing circles. ]

You're gonna come really hard, but you gotta let it happen. I got you, baby.

[ he does rub his fingers over qi fang's cock, but only to keep it hard and dripping. then they're right back to qi fang's chest and grasping into his thigh for leverage as reki pounds into him faster and faster, his breath quickening and his teeth grinding. however bad the creaking mattress was before, it's a fucking riot now, but reki still pushes himself to go harder, deeper, quicker, ignoring the fire tearing through his muscles. ]

[ it's sweet, sweet torture. in that moment qi fang finds himself feeling remorseful for ever holding back on reki, for all the times he teased and teased and made him beg. never again, he promises himself, never will he make the other wait one second longer...

which is, of course, a bold-faced lie. but he's pretty much teetering on the edge of delirium at this point, the only sounds to leave his mouth broken and choked. trust me, reki says, and he does. he does trust him. but there's still this overwhelming uncertainty that makes him feel like a rubberband wound and wound and wound around, so so ready to snap, he just needs that final pull, that final touch—

when it finally happens, it all makes sense and falls into place. the same but different, everything he knows yet indescribable. his body tenses and convulses, pulsating around the rigid cock stuffed deep inside him. his own cock, angry red and neglected, throbs in its invisible release, still hard and heavy against his hip even long after he's lost his breath.

his vision swims, his body grows limp, and he's left sucking for air that seems less than adequate now.

so that's how it is... ]

Oh fuck, oh fuck...

[ reki knows what he's doing, sure, but he's never felt anything like this. no amount of pinching his thighs or picturing unsexy things is going to stop qi fang's insides from gnawing at his cock, and between that and the orgasm he can feel turning the walls around him into a tight crush, he's running out of time. ]

Gonna come. Together, okay?

[ finally, he wraps his fingers around qi fang's cock, stroking in time with his erratic thrusts. he doesn't want to get there too soon, but then that's not an option at all, his hips quickening of their own accord, his cock straining and pulsing hard enough to take his breath away. doesn't matter though, he doesn't need to breathe to fuck, just needs to keep doing it until he gets qi fang there, his moans low and anguished as he pushes himself beyond the brink, his whole body shaking with fatigue. ]

[ it's way, way too much, when he finally gets what he wants. when reki's touch sets off every nerve like a firecracker and it feels like all that's left is smoke in its way. qi fang definitely feels bodiless, like he's currently existing somewhere where corporeality isn't an option, floating in that in-between space of here and there.

he breathes in deep, and suddenly he's back on earth, feeling ten tons heavier now, all limbs and bones and aching muscles that scream at him for all that tension he'd been holding. he moans pathetically once he finds his voice again, tipping onto his side so he can roll off of reki and find some comfort in a soft mattress while letting the other breathe, maybe. ]

Holy fuck, [ he finally manages to say, but his head still swims, unable to do more than just that. ]

[ reki elects to just collapse where he is, breathing so hard that he's made himself dizzy. to his credit, he tries lifting a hand in the air, groaning with the effort even that takes out of his still-burning muscles.

eventually, that hand drops over some part of qi fang, brushes over skin once it sorts itself out. he still can't move and he's so direly thirsty, but that will have to wait until his lungs have figured themselves out again. ]

Yeah, [ he replies, blinking up at the ceiling as he tries to resolve the dots peppering his vision. ] Fuck.

[ qi fang is dimly aware of that hand on some part of his body — a hip, maybe? a thigh? — but he can't muster up any extra energy to expend on figuring it out. it's such a delicious exhaustion that folds over him now, like a wave of heat closing and curling in on him, that it's actually pretty jarring when he remembers, incredulously, ]

And we gotta go out after this?

TFLN / OPEN RP / THREADTRACKER

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