rekd | OVERFLOW / OPEN

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?

[ why'd he have to remind him? reki groans again, his hand stilling, suddenly aware that he has to conserve all the energy that he can. ]

We'll... drive most of the way there, at least.

[ the smallest of comforts, but it's something. at least until reki's brain kicks into gear again, rattling like an old engine starting up, giving him just enough strength to turn on his side. ]

So, hey, uh... It felt good?

[ a wry snort, and then some gargantuan effort to lift his head and glance over his shoulder. rolling over is yet a feat he cannot even hope to achieve. ]

It always does. [ there's still a hazy look to his eyes, but it softens when his gaze settles more firmly on reki. ] That was pretty fucking incredible, though.

[ reki smiles brightly. slowly, he wriggles his way closer, until he can tip his head against the side of qi fang's chest. ]

You were amazing, [ he murmurs, doing the slow, laborious work it takes to reach out and smooth a hand over qi fang's chest. ] You are amazing.

[ well. if reki's going to put in that much effort... he can't come off looking like a punk here, can he? with a low groan, he shifts until he can work an arm around reki's shoulders, holding him close where he's already tucked himself in. ]

I didn't do shit. [ he hums around a languid smile, eyes falling shut in memory. ] That was all you, baby.

[ reki sighs softly when qi fang's arm closes around him. he does the same, sliding his hand until it's wrapped around his hip, squeezing him—and groaning from the effort that takes.

he manages to be still and quiet for approximately a quarter of a second. ]

You're okay? Does anything hurt?

[ qi fang, eyes still closed, shifts a little, testing out his hips and — ah, yep, that is definitely a twinge of pain in his ass. ]

Nothing major, [ he still assuages the other. ] Definitely nothing I'm not counting as a point of pride.

[ then he grins, wide and leering. ]

You fucking animal.

That's not what I...

[ reki watches him move, his face turning bright scarlet at the comment. now is as good a time as any to bury his face against qi fang's chest again, turns out. ]

Shut up. That's your fault, fucking fiend.

[ he snickers, feeling more of his energy return the more he teases the other. like his source of power is somehow directly related to reki's embarrassment. now he's able to roll over, burying a grin against wild tufts of hair. ]

Nah, that was all you, baby.

[ oh, he's well-aware. with qi fang sapping all his energy like the vampire he is, reki puts up the weakest of struggles, huffing. ]

Get off me. I wanna look at your back.

Ahh, haven't you done enough?

[ more snickering, some playful whining, but never let it be said that qi fang is not a generous boyfriend. he rolls back over a second later, spreading himself out so he's flat on his front. ]

How's it look?

[ his muscles whine about it the whole way through, but he manages to fish under his bed for a smaller first aid kit, check the time while he's at it. they're running a little behind, but fuck it, he can speed to make it up. this is more important.

he takes a look at qi fang's back and frowns, rifling through the box. ]

It looks... Sorry.

[ at least he's good at fixing what he's broken, gentle as anything as he starts cleaning each mark. ]

Never done anything like this before. I got carried away.

[ qi fang watches reki work out of the corner of his eyes. his smile is a little more muted now that he's settled back down, but it's not lacking in warmth or fondness. ]

Don't be. It was fun.

[ he can definitely feel it now, though, each time alcohol or ointment moves over broken skin. but again — point of pride. ]

Besides it means I get to get you back just as good.

[ reki smiles too—a little more privately, but there's no mistaking the sound of it in his voice. ]

Gonna have to go way harder than you usually do. There's some gnarly shit back here. This one's gonna sting a little.

[ reki rubs the skin around it, though, to get the blood flowing, making the ointment a quick pass in between. once he's got it covered, he presses a kiss to qi fang's shoulder. ]

You look really good.

Gonna have to sleep on my side tonight at this rate...

[ once he feels reki finish, he rolls onto his side so he can prop his head up with a hand, the other reaching out to rub along reki's leg. ]

You want me to go harder? I always worry I'm gonna hurt you, but you always seem to like it anyway...

I like it a lot.

[ look at this. his face is only mildly aglow. progress, ladies and gentlemen. ]

Believe me, nothing you can do to me is gonna hurt in any way I won't like.

[ qi fang bites down on his lip, but his grin is still wide, excited. ]

Noted.

[ as tempting as the prospect is to try something now, he's of enough clarity in the mind to know they've got other things to deal with first.

sighing, he gathers himself back up to his feet, slowly starting to rearrange his clothes back proper. ]

Let's get this delivery over with then. I was having this really nice dream my boyfriend was sleeping with me.

[ reki snickers as he reluctantly eases himself off the bed. yeah, okay, maybe they are just making a delivery, but he's not showing up to crazy rock in fucking pajama bottoms. qi fang's shirt, though, that stays. ]

Dope. You oughtta tell me all about it when we get back.

[ yeah, nah, put on some real pants man. but speaking of dope... ]

Nice shirt. You trying to seduce me?

[ good call. hold please while he climbs into a pair of jeans that could probably house both of them comfortably and leashes it down like a fucking truck on a flatbed. he flashes qi fang a smirk. ]

Dunno what you're talkin' about. I've worn this shirt like nine billion times.

[ well, at least the shirt doesn't look out of place all baggy on him. ]

Uh huh. No wonder it looks so familiar.

[ qi fang will reach over and give the sleeve a little tug before using that as leverage to pull reki closer. now that they're both fully dressed, he takes the opportunity to sink into a deep kiss, one they couldn't indulge in given their earlier position. he sighs into it, threading his fingers through reki's hair.

then he's dropping his hands, slipping one down to give reki's ass (somehow swallowed up by those jeans) a good slap. ]

Alright, I'm ready.

[ the kiss is so warm and deep and wonderful that reki isn't ready for the slap. which, his bad, honestly. what the fuck else would he expect? still, it leaves him grinning up against qi fang, his eyes narrowing critically. ]

Hold on.

[ he rocks up on his toes for a second and gets his fingers in qi fang's hair, chewing on his lip until it's touseled and curled just the way he likes it. which just makes him want to kiss him again, a lip-suckling, loudly-smacking kiss that he retreats on. ]

There. You bring your board?

TFLN / OPEN RP / THREADTRACKER

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