[ reki'd had a plan to make this quick, just lick him up and down until he's hard enough to sink down on. but that plan quickly goes out the window the second he wraps his lips around qi fang's already twitching cock, his throat rumbling with soft sounds of satisfaction. it hasn't been that long, honestly, but he's still struck by how good the flesh in his mouth tastes going down, how prettily it burns when he takes him in deep enough to aggravate his quickly perishing gag reflex.
it's fine, right? just means he'll come faster when reki finally works up the willpower to stop suckling on all this hard flesh. which means there'll be less noise overall—even though reki's making plenty of it with the tight vacuum of his mouth and his ravenous moans. ]
[ it's fine, but also sweet, sweet torture. truthfully anything would feel like that right now. the fever, the fight, they just make the dry spell between them feel even longer than it had been. he feels like a starved man finally getting his first taste of food, sinking further and further into indulgence with every inch reki sucks down. ]
Reki... Reki—
[ he speaks as quiet as he can, hushed whispers that are more breath than sound. he can't help the way his back arches and his hips rock up into that wet heat, or the way his hands now have made home in reku's hair, holding his head steady as he starts to quietly fuck up into that mouth. ]
[ so much for that carefully concocted plan of theirs. not that reki is complaining. those hands grasping in his hair unleash a dark thrill that moves right through him in anticipation for what's coming. by the time qi fang starts fucking into his mouth, he's dying for it, shivering and choking on his own moans, pressing in to eagerly chase the next thrust.
he keeps his hands busy, smoothing over the working muscles of qi fang's hips, urging him with soft pressure to let loose. fuck, how he made it this long without getting his throat pounded, he's got no idea, but he's in no rush to give it up now that he's got it again. ]
[ were there plans? qi fang can't even remember at this point, his mind and body too high on the overwhelming feeling of reki's mouth all over him, of that tongue pressing along veins and the sweet, sweet bump of that throat.
maybe it's embarrassing how quickly he can feel his orgasm approaching, but the fever has only made every nerve in his body extra sensitive. but in between frenzied thrusts he finally recalls — reki. reki. ]
C'mere, c'mere, I need you—
[ he stops, a painful thing, but he's looking down and scrambling to grasp at reki's cheek, his throat, trying to pull him up. the reprieve gives him back his breath, lets him cool down a little, but he's reaching for reki's own pants as soon as he can reach them, desperate to feel more. ]
[ reki whines like he always does when his rhythm is interrupted, but there's no fighting a request like that. hearing 'need you' makes him obedient as ever, slipping out from under the covers without hesitation, a soft sound the only one he manages before he's closing his mouth over qi fang's and thrusting his tongue between his lips. turns out he needs him too, so badly that he's shivering for it, unable to stop winding beneath the hands that are pulling at his clothes. ]
Missed you too much.
[ is his explanation for his torn voice and dripping cock, hissing as their joint efforts free it from his jeans. he squirms out of them the rest of the way, grabbing for both bottles, uncapping one to take a long whiff of its potent fragrance and popping the other to get qi fang's cock even slicker than it is already. he's burning for it too badly to wait, his hips wiggling until he can feel the swollen head of his erection pressed against his hole, gasping wetly as his senses turn from overactive to finely-tuned, as the muscles of his rim give way at just this little bit of pressure. ]
[ as if qi fang needed an explanation, when his own body is just as eager, just as desperate. he tries not to think about the future, how this might be their last time together till both their families calm down (and who knows how long that'll be). instead he tries to focus on how their bodies are in such sync with one another that it feels almost instinctive the way his hands seek out the most sensitive parts of reki, how his hips rock up just so as reki's body begins to stretch around him. ]
Fuck, babe... feel so good, [ he moans quietly, slipping a hand down reki's spine to lightly press along the small of his back, coaxing him to sink deeper and deeper. he gets about halfway in before qi fang takes it upon himself to thrust up the rest of the way there, swallowing back the low groan that threatened to spill out from the sheer force of those walls constricting tight around him. he barely gives himself a moment to breathe, though, working quickly to set up a pace that's bound to leave them both gasping for air. at this angle, each surge of his hips would have him pressing right up against that sweet spot inside reki. time is not on their side, and so he won't bother with finesse; fingers seek out sensitive nipples to pinch and squeeze and pull, and he hammers relentlessly into those nerves to get them both reaching their peak in record time. ]
Baby... [ reki whispers, shuddering all over as he's filled up with sudden force. he's glad for the rush dizzying his head and stilling the muscles inside him, forcing him to helplessly endure the sudden surge of hardness that feels like it buries itself right up to his throat. already, his skin is darkening with a deep flush, made worse every time qi fang moves against that spot that makes his legs tremble violently.
between the fingers wrenching his nipple and the cock hammering between his thighs, qi fang's tearing the orgasm out of him. it's all he can do to hold on with one hand, the other pressed up to his mouth for him to chew as the sensation goes from jolting to overwhelming, his legs spreading wider regardless. reki wants him to remember how this is, how it always will be: how all of this is his to take, every inch of his flesh in his thrall.
it's very quickly too much and even that hand isn't doing much to soak up his sharp cries. he reaches out, begging urgently, ] Come here, hold me.
[ there's something so intoxicating about watching reki when he's like this, so caught up in the throes of pleasure. in qi fang's eyes he's always beautiful, but in these moments he looks downright ethereal, the faint sunlight in the room catching on the ends of his hair, giving him a fiery halo. qi fang can't help but stare in shock every time, this dull roar in his mind of mine mine this is all mine sweeping him up in a wild torrent of emotions.
when reki reaches for him, he has no choice but to obey. he comes up willingly, eagerly, surging in like the tide to crush their lips together. maybe that'll help stifle the noises. qi fang isn't even sure anymore, the rush of blood in his ears dulling everything else out but their shared, labored breathing. one arm he wraps tight around reki, holding their bodies close where they're joined. he still rocks up where he can, though the position now dulls the force of them, but he tries to make up for it with his free hand wrapping tight around reki's leaking cock, pumping furiously to get him there faster. qi fang himself is on the cusp, ready to spill at the first trembling squeeze. ]
[ so much for that blanket, which immediately falls away. reki doesn't care, not for that and not for anything that isn't the two of them. after everything, he needs this moment, qi fang holding him close while reki squeezes his arms around him and lets that kiss swallow up his cries. maybe it's not the same, but it's better in its own way.
now, he can bury his face against qi fang's shoulder as his hips begin to roll, greedily arcing and swaying, soaking up pressure and friction exactly where he needs it. he's too close to move any way but exactly as he needs to, furious and erratic, beating little noises out of his own throat because he's going far too hard for his over-sensitive nerves to take. but that's okay too; qi fang's skin soaks up his moans and those fingers wrapped around his cock finish the job, leaving him sobbing and jolting as his whole body tenses unbearably in that instant before his cock begins to spill. but there's no reason to stop, not until qi fang is right there with him, so he keeps his hips snapping, his head tilting to the side so he can whisper, ] Come for me.
[ they're both pretty terrible at this discretion stuff. to their credit, no one's come a-knockin' yet, which means they're probably in good shape to keep going. not that anything could stop them right now; at this rate, even a meteor would be hard-pressed to separate these two, who cling to each other like even an inch between them would be a devastating disaster.
right now, in that short half-second between reki's orgasm and his, there is only the two of them. time stops and all qi fang knows and feels is reki, all around him, all brightness and crushing heat that leaves him gasping for breath. his mouth falls open on a soundless moan, hips bucking up into that effortless gyration that has him seeing stars behind his eyelids.
his body remains tense even long after he's spilled his last drop, long after his stained hand has fallen to his side to clutch at rumpled sheets. there'll be a bruise blossoming on reki's hip soon where his other hand clenches and unclenches around it. ]
[ all that tension transfers through the sharp grip qi fang has on him. not like reki's going anywhere anyway, set on grinding himself as deeply into qi fang's lap as possible to greedily hold all that flesh and wetness inside him for as long as he can. ]
Ah...
[ his lips go to qi fang's ear, kissing and brushing, his hands smoothing over the tension in his shoulders and instinctively kneading through hard muscle. there are always plenty of knots to find when he goes looking, his fingers sweeping absently as he suckles the lobe of qi fang's ear. such a sensitive spot, it's probably easy as anything to feel his lips curling. ]
[ slowly, the world starts to piece itself back together in front of qi fang. sights, sounds, smells all come flooding back, but the most overwhelming is the sheer presence of the boy in his arms, sitting snug on his lap... and the growing stickiness pooling between them. ]
Oof, [ is all he can say for a few moments. slowly, he slips a hand down reki's back to curiously prod at where their bodies meet, smearing some of that leaking come in the process. ]
Damn, babe, pretty sure you milked me dry just now.
Feels so fucking good, [ he murmurs, hissing as qi fang's touch passes over raw skin. it makes those shivers begin anew; he has to tighten his whole body around qi fang, his fingers curling involuntarily, to bear through the trembling.
somewhere in the process, he discovers he can't bring himself to lift his head off qi fang's shoulder. it's just too warm here, too comfortable, the half-beat sting of dull pleasure far too fine to tear himself away from when he's this tired.
doesn't stop him from drowsily mumbling: ]
One of these days, I really am gonna milk you dry.
[ a huff of a laugh, and now he's the one left trembling — just the thought of it has his body lighting anew all over again. ]
Promise?
[ he curls as tight as he can around reki, humming faintly as he feels himself finally begin to soften. that latent clenching hadn't helped him much at all, but now he can start to regulate his breathing. remember where they are. ]
[ he's a pragmatic enough teenager, but that's not the problem. going anywhere involves moving and his body just isn't having that right now.
whatever, laundry's always an option.
slowly, he forces himself to at least nuzzle beneath qi fang's jaw, pressing his cheek to the heated skin there. a little heavily, but he's making progress. ]
[ that alone earns reki a soft kiss to the top of his head, but like reki himself, movement right now is a big ask for qi fang. ]
I'm good though. Gonna feel this one tomorrow for sure but... that's a point of pride now.
[ his fever has more or less passed by now, and it's probably got something to do with all the sweat on his skin. he passes a hand up and down reki's spine. ]
[ reki shivers beneath those light touches, but he's laughing too, softly and soundlessly. ]
Not what I meant, goofy. Your throat okay? Still feel hot?
[ ugh, he really needs to get up, for more reasons than one. already, he can hear the sounds of movement in the kitchen, which means his family's probably done with breakfast.
he settles for smoothing his fingers across qi fang's cheek for now, framing his face for a second to feel. ]
Mmm. Yeah, I could use a Gatorade right about now...
[ whatever hydration he might have had previous he very likely sweated or jizzed it out. indeed, with the afterglow of orgasm starting to fade, he's starting to feel the grossness of sick start to seep back in.
and yet, moving is still a distant thought in his mind. ]
[ reki's inspired now to get off him just out of disgust. every bone in his body protests the second he so much as twitches, but then there's no reason to not keep going, now that all that desire is gone and not having his family walk in on them is back at the forefront of his mind.
it's lucky this time that he still can't stand the taste of the stuff, because there's a new bottle that got abandoned some other night and buried beneath the mess of clothes that's been carpeting his floor. all it takes is some excavating. ]
[ qi fang has managed to sit up by the time the blue stuff gets tossed to him. he catches out of reflex, despite how much his arms scream at him for doing it. he turns the bottle over in his hands, trying not to make a face. don't get him wrong — he's a loyal customer through and through — but a warm gatorade is... not the best.
that said, hydration is hydration. he chugs half of it in one go. ahhh~ ]
You used to kiss me plenty before when I was drinking these. The fire's gone now huh?
[ hey now, beggars can't be choosers. and while reki's already disrupting the maelstrom, he figures he might as well grab an armload of clothes and start shoving what he can into a hamper. ]
Don't listen to the shit I say, dumbass.
[ of course the second he's done packing that hamper up as full as it'll go, he's making his rounds over to the bed to lean over and give him a soft kiss. ]
I'll get you some cold water and set up a shower for you.
[ qi fang's hand curls around reki's arm to keep him there for the moment, stealing two more kisses before he deigns to let him go. like he'd honestly been worried he would have been denied kisses after all. ]
You're too good to me, babe. What'm I gonna do to thank you?
Make sure you get better so I can have more of you.
[ no matter how much reki bitches and grumbles, the bottom line is he's weak to all of this. he can't even step away before he fusses over the temperature of qi fang's forehead and presses a soft kiss there when he's done. ]
I'm practically healed, [ he huffs, and yet he still soaks in all the doting and attention like a sponge. ] Don't work yourself to death over a little fever, I'm fine.
I'll take any excuse I can get to keep from cleaning, [ reki says, grinning as he smooths back qi fang's hair, letting his fingers whisk down past his temple and curl under his chin. he puts everything off for another second of just looking at him, his grin softening around the eyes, and then relents. ]
Keep an ear out. I'll call for you when it's ready.
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it's fine, right? just means he'll come faster when reki finally works up the willpower to stop suckling on all this hard flesh. which means there'll be less noise overall—even though reki's making plenty of it with the tight vacuum of his mouth and his ravenous moans. ]
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Reki... Reki—
[ he speaks as quiet as he can, hushed whispers that are more breath than sound. he can't help the way his back arches and his hips rock up into that wet heat, or the way his hands now have made home in reku's hair, holding his head steady as he starts to quietly fuck up into that mouth. ]
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he keeps his hands busy, smoothing over the working muscles of qi fang's hips, urging him with soft pressure to let loose. fuck, how he made it this long without getting his throat pounded, he's got no idea, but he's in no rush to give it up now that he's got it again. ]
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maybe it's embarrassing how quickly he can feel his orgasm approaching, but the fever has only made every nerve in his body extra sensitive. but in between frenzied thrusts he finally recalls — reki. reki. ]
C'mere, c'mere, I need you—
[ he stops, a painful thing, but he's looking down and scrambling to grasp at reki's cheek, his throat, trying to pull him up. the reprieve gives him back his breath, lets him cool down a little, but he's reaching for reki's own pants as soon as he can reach them, desperate to feel more. ]
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Missed you too much.
[ is his explanation for his torn voice and dripping cock, hissing as their joint efforts free it from his jeans. he squirms out of them the rest of the way, grabbing for both bottles, uncapping one to take a long whiff of its potent fragrance and popping the other to get qi fang's cock even slicker than it is already. he's burning for it too badly to wait, his hips wiggling until he can feel the swollen head of his erection pressed against his hole, gasping wetly as his senses turn from overactive to finely-tuned, as the muscles of his rim give way at just this little bit of pressure. ]
Do it. M'all yours, baby.
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Fuck, babe... feel so good, [ he moans quietly, slipping a hand down reki's spine to lightly press along the small of his back, coaxing him to sink deeper and deeper. he gets about halfway in before qi fang takes it upon himself to thrust up the rest of the way there, swallowing back the low groan that threatened to spill out from the sheer force of those walls constricting tight around him. he barely gives himself a moment to breathe, though, working quickly to set up a pace that's bound to leave them both gasping for air. at this angle, each surge of his hips would have him pressing right up against that sweet spot inside reki. time is not on their side, and so he won't bother with finesse; fingers seek out sensitive nipples to pinch and squeeze and pull, and he hammers relentlessly into those nerves to get them both reaching their peak in record time. ]
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between the fingers wrenching his nipple and the cock hammering between his thighs, qi fang's tearing the orgasm out of him. it's all he can do to hold on with one hand, the other pressed up to his mouth for him to chew as the sensation goes from jolting to overwhelming, his legs spreading wider regardless. reki wants him to remember how this is, how it always will be: how all of this is his to take, every inch of his flesh in his thrall.
it's very quickly too much and even that hand isn't doing much to soak up his sharp cries. he reaches out, begging urgently, ] Come here, hold me.
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when reki reaches for him, he has no choice but to obey. he comes up willingly, eagerly, surging in like the tide to crush their lips together. maybe that'll help stifle the noises. qi fang isn't even sure anymore, the rush of blood in his ears dulling everything else out but their shared, labored breathing. one arm he wraps tight around reki, holding their bodies close where they're joined. he still rocks up where he can, though the position now dulls the force of them, but he tries to make up for it with his free hand wrapping tight around reki's leaking cock, pumping furiously to get him there faster. qi fang himself is on the cusp, ready to spill at the first trembling squeeze. ]
I'm here, I'm right here baby.
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now, he can bury his face against qi fang's shoulder as his hips begin to roll, greedily arcing and swaying, soaking up pressure and friction exactly where he needs it. he's too close to move any way but exactly as he needs to, furious and erratic, beating little noises out of his own throat because he's going far too hard for his over-sensitive nerves to take. but that's okay too; qi fang's skin soaks up his moans and those fingers wrapped around his cock finish the job, leaving him sobbing and jolting as his whole body tenses unbearably in that instant before his cock begins to spill. but there's no reason to stop, not until qi fang is right there with him, so he keeps his hips snapping, his head tilting to the side so he can whisper, ] Come for me.
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right now, in that short half-second between reki's orgasm and his, there is only the two of them. time stops and all qi fang knows and feels is reki, all around him, all brightness and crushing heat that leaves him gasping for breath. his mouth falls open on a soundless moan, hips bucking up into that effortless gyration that has him seeing stars behind his eyelids.
his body remains tense even long after he's spilled his last drop, long after his stained hand has fallen to his side to clutch at rumpled sheets. there'll be a bruise blossoming on reki's hip soon where his other hand clenches and unclenches around it. ]
Fuck — oh fuck — shit...
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Ah...
[ his lips go to qi fang's ear, kissing and brushing, his hands smoothing over the tension in his shoulders and instinctively kneading through hard muscle. there are always plenty of knots to find when he goes looking, his fingers sweeping absently as he suckles the lobe of qi fang's ear. such a sensitive spot, it's probably easy as anything to feel his lips curling. ]
I feel so spoiled. Thank you.
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Oof, [ is all he can say for a few moments. slowly, he slips a hand down reki's back to curiously prod at where their bodies meet, smearing some of that leaking come in the process. ]
Damn, babe, pretty sure you milked me dry just now.
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somewhere in the process, he discovers he can't bring himself to lift his head off qi fang's shoulder. it's just too warm here, too comfortable, the half-beat sting of dull pleasure far too fine to tear himself away from when he's this tired.
doesn't stop him from drowsily mumbling: ]
One of these days, I really am gonna milk you dry.
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Promise?
[ he curls as tight as he can around reki, humming faintly as he feels himself finally begin to soften. that latent clenching hadn't helped him much at all, but now he can start to regulate his breathing. remember where they are. ]
We should start stashing wipes in our rooms.
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[ he's a pragmatic enough teenager, but that's not the problem. going anywhere involves moving and his body just isn't having that right now.
whatever, laundry's always an option.
slowly, he forces himself to at least nuzzle beneath qi fang's jaw, pressing his cheek to the heated skin there. a little heavily, but he's making progress. ]
How are you feeling, baby?
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[ that alone earns reki a soft kiss to the top of his head, but like reki himself, movement right now is a big ask for qi fang. ]
I'm good though. Gonna feel this one tomorrow for sure but... that's a point of pride now.
[ his fever has more or less passed by now, and it's probably got something to do with all the sweat on his skin. he passes a hand up and down reki's spine. ]
How 'bout you? Doing okay?
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Not what I meant, goofy. Your throat okay? Still feel hot?
[ ugh, he really needs to get up, for more reasons than one. already, he can hear the sounds of movement in the kitchen, which means his family's probably done with breakfast.
he settles for smoothing his fingers across qi fang's cheek for now, framing his face for a second to feel. ]
You should drink somethin' after all that.
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[ whatever hydration he might have had previous he very likely sweated or jizzed it out. indeed, with the afterglow of orgasm starting to fade, he's starting to feel the grossness of sick start to seep back in.
and yet, moving is still a distant thought in his mind. ]
And then a shower.
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[ reki's inspired now to get off him just out of disgust. every bone in his body protests the second he so much as twitches, but then there's no reason to not keep going, now that all that desire is gone and not having his family walk in on them is back at the forefront of his mind.
it's lucky this time that he still can't stand the taste of the stuff, because there's a new bottle that got abandoned some other night and buried beneath the mess of clothes that's been carpeting his floor. all it takes is some excavating. ]
Catch. No kisses til you brush your teeth.
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that said, hydration is hydration. he chugs half of it in one go. ahhh~ ]
You used to kiss me plenty before when I was drinking these. The fire's gone now huh?
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Don't listen to the shit I say, dumbass.
[ of course the second he's done packing that hamper up as full as it'll go, he's making his rounds over to the bed to lean over and give him a soft kiss. ]
I'll get you some cold water and set up a shower for you.
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You're too good to me, babe. What'm I gonna do to thank you?
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[ no matter how much reki bitches and grumbles, the bottom line is he's weak to all of this. he can't even step away before he fusses over the temperature of qi fang's forehead and presses a soft kiss there when he's done. ]
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Keep an ear out. I'll call for you when it's ready.
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