[ missing langa is one thing, but when that falls away, soothed by the heat of his body beneath reki's hands, what feels impossible is how badly he wants him. all it takes is that one soft moan and reki hears himself respond in kind with a low growl, his hips snapping forward, pinning langa between the door and the hard dick still trapped in his pants. his teeth rake over langa's lower lip as he pulls out of the kiss, head bowing so that he can get a good look at langa's throat. ]
Don't worry, baby. Gonna mark you up real good tonight.
[ he sacrifices one of those hands to grasp langa's throat, fingers tucked into the hollow beneath his jaw to clear more space for his roaming kisses. he follows his own trail of older marks, nipping at the ones on the verge of fading, huffing with silent laughter. ]
Kinda runnin' outta real estate, but I'll make it work.
[ Reki’s growl makes Langa’s stomach flip pleasantly as he thinks about what that means, only to be proven right by the press of his hips and the hard line of his cock between them. It’s so fun to rile Reki up to this point, and so easy when they’re both constantly horny for each other. His lips part as they’re bitten and he’s left breathless while Reki runs that perfect mouth of his. ]
Good, I want everyone at S to see it.
[ His next breath hitches when Reki grabs his throat, Langa’s dick throbbing at the fresh wave of arousal. Moving his hands lower, he starts clawing at the back of Reki’s hoodie to bunch it up in his hands, hopefully telegraphing that he’d like his boyfriend to remove a layer or two of his clothing. ]
[ is reki's skeptical reply as his teeth pull a tag of skin from the base of langa's throat. his tongue works relentlessly to bruise up the scant space between the other markings he's left, scraping hard until he pulls away with the taste of blood in his mouth. ]
Maybe you should quit wearing shirts too. Then they'd really see something.
[ of course he's pulling his hoodie up over his head the second he's done, revealing a deviant grin and a ruffled mess of red hair once that's pitched away. his tank is quick to follow, and then that's enough for now, too long spent without all this precious skin in his grasping hands. they slide right down to langa's hips again, holding him in place while he sinks his teeth in just below the swell of one nipple, suckling until his cheeks hollow. ]
[ Langa’s knees go weak when he feels skin break beneath Reki’s attention, and he’s thankful for the solidity of the door holding him up. When Reki pulls away long enough to make a comment and undress, Langa’s hands slide down to his jeans to hook fingers in the belt loops. ]
You mean like Joe? [ He takes a moment to genuinely imagine himself in Joe’s outfit and then shakes his head. ] Too many people would touch me if I did that.
[ Humming as Reki leans lower, he yelps at the bite though he just as quickly melts into a drawn-out moan as that clever mouth works a mark into pale skin. His hips buck in response, too, even if it’s only to find mild relief against rough denim. ] Reki…
[ there it is again, that visceral reaction to the thought of anyone trespassing upon all this flesh reki's worked tirelessly to claim. except now langa is here, beneath the points of his teeth that have abruptly turned crushing, fever-hot when that instinct compels him to turn the slow roll of their hips into one sharp crash. his teeth begin to grind before he can even think to tear them away, but by then, the mark he's left is more blood than bruise. ]
Nobody is gonna touch you.
[ there's no raising his voice above a dangerous rumble; when it comes to this, it's not so easy to will himself out of this twisted mood. his tongue passes over the last of the blood beading on langa's chest, but his hands have already moved on, roaming their way down his thighs, squeezing until he can feel the skin burn with the possessive force of his grasp. ]
[ Things between them are always intense, whether it’s skating or sex, but suddenly Langa feels like he’s being eaten alive. The way that Reki claims him is animalistic, the sharp pressure of both his teeth and his hips making Langa yelp again though much louder in the nearly non-existent space between them. The thing is that he trusts Reki with his life, trusts him to treat Langa with love even when his actions could feel cruel to someone else or when done by someone else. It makes it easy for Langa to slip into that space where everything feels like pleasure, even when there’s blood trickling from the bite mark. ]
Yours. [ It’s so easy to repeat the fact that’s been branded into his skin to match the knowledge in his heart. Reki is his soulmate, and everyone else pales in comparison to his searing heat. The grip on his thighs makes him moan loudly as he bends over to try and find Reki’s lips for a kiss, back arching to seek more touch in both places. ] Yours to claim, Reki.
[ there's no greater reward for all this meticulous work than to find langa's lips open and imploring. reki hesitates only to sink two fingers between them, sawing over his lovers tongue until they're dripping, moving into the void they leave behind when he revokes them. between sharp nips and suckling langa's bottom lip until it's swollen in his mouth, he lavishes langa with breathless praise, murmuring: ]
Good, so good...
[ the taste of him is too good for reki to relinquish, so he keeps one hand firmly grasped around langa's throat while he licks out his fill. the other finds its place between langa's thighs, rubbing furiously over the rim of his hole until he can lance one slick finger through, curling into the space within like he means to grasp him here too, his wrist twisting to make room for the plunging of a second. ]
[ The fingers are a surprise, sure, but one that Langa greedily sucks on while he’s denied a kiss. There’s just enough time to press his tongue up between them before they’re gone to leave him panting into the attention Reki finally gives him with his mouth. ]
Good for you. Only you.
[ He’s eager as always to prove it, too, letting Reki’s hand press against his throat to keep him perfectly in place and dizzy from the kisses. When he feels his other hand move between his thighs, he spreads them apart to welcome the first finger with a sharp moan into Reki’s mouth. He doesn’t need to ask for more before the second finger sinks in and makes him shiver with the satisfaction of being filled. ]
[ if reki wasn't so hyper focused, he'd be moaning right alongside langa just from clench around his fingers. his eyes dim as he tilts his head to watch, stomach tightening at the obedient parting of langa's thighs, the subtle motions beneath his skin as his fingers disappear again and again. they turn in to hold him against the solid snap of his hips, searching out that spot inside him for a soft place to bury the pads of his fingers. ]
Love watching you like this. You look like you need it so bad.
[ his thumb brushes the curve of langa's throat, testing. then reki's eyes are back on him, watching intently as his fingers close into langa's beating pulse and tighten round his throat for a few rough thrusts between his legs. ]
[ Langa can see the change in Reki’s eyes and knows that he’s in for something good. They roam over him and then seem to pierce through him just like those searching fingers, making Langa feel so seen. Reki is loving and caring, but he can also be scarily calculating and observant when he’s in the mood for it. It’s a perfect match for Langa who loses his mind during sex, content to give himself over to his lover and the pleasure he brings.
Before he can confirm that yes, he does need this badly, he chokes on the words. Reki’s fingertips are more distinctive pressure points on his neck and in his body, drawing out silent moans that vibrate against the palm of his hand that simultaneously stifle them. Langa can’t even verbalize how he’s already close to coming, only shake between Reki and the door. ]
[ reki couldn't look more pleased, his lips twisting at the corners as he watches langa choke and shudder. it's just a second, one beautiful, alluring second of witnessing that before his grasp relents and reki's dragging his lips up the pale marks his digging fingers left behind. ]
Fuckin' perfect. Wish I could let you come like this, but I wanna feel that first nut myself.
[ the fingers stuffed into langa's hole drag themselves loose slowly, drifting over silky skin, squeezing his balls with a careful firmness. then reki's hands are all over him, pulling him close as he steps away from the door, there to quickly cradle any part of him that strays too far from his embrace. ]
[ Eyes sliding closed, Langa revels in the moment and the lightness of his body that comes from feeling so dizzy. A second later and he’s gasping in air on instinct, eyes flying open again as he coughs from the sudden rush into his lungs. He’d be disappointed, but Reki has desires and Langa selfishly wants to fulfill every one of them. ]
Want you to come in me.
[ He whines at the loss of fingers, muscles clenching like he’ll be able to hold them inside for any amount of time longer than what Reki gives him. Langa is easily guided to follow Reki, kissing the side of his neck and grabbing at his back to make sure they stay close together. ]
Easy, baby. It's gonna feel even better next time.
[ not that langa is ever anything but perfectly obedient, but no matter what desires reki ends up harboring in his imaginatively filthy mind, langa's satisfaction is always a priority. it just tends to work out every time that what's good for one is great for the other.
with care, reki eases langa down to bend him over the edge of the bed. a few rough swats across the ass ought to discourage him from letting his hips sag, something to run his fingers over greedily while he searches out the lubricant in langa's nightstand. ]
Y'know, I've been thinkin' a lot about something. Wanna run it by you.
[ He pouts a bit as if Reki implying that it is never anything short of amazing is an insult to them both. It’s probably true that it’ll be better the next time, though, because once Reki finds something to spoil Langa with, he rarely lets it go and only seeks to perfect it.
Langa goes down easily, resting with his forearms on the bed beneath his body so he can prop himself up. The slaps make him jump to attention and then he sways his hips from side to side for Reki to enjoy. Turning his head to one side, he watches the glimpse of Reki that he can get from over his shoulder. ]
[ even with his work cut out for him, there's no tearing his eyes away from langa's swaying hips. he can't even bring himself to lift his hand away, smoothing and rubbing and squeezing into each cheek of his ass with a soft, satisfied sigh. ]
They sell this little piece, right? Slides right up here...
[ he gives his fingers a squeeze of the lubricant and sinks them into langa's hole, scissoring them wider and wider until he can feel the flutter of grinding muscle. ]
Keeps you wide open. Think about it. No matter where we are, I could pull you aside, take that thing out, and fuck your brains out right there.
[ As long as Reki’s hands are on him, Langa considers it a job well done. He really feels at peace when they’re together, like he can’t be whole without Reki close to him. Maybe it’s a silly concept, especially considering he’d just been choking Langa, but it’s all done with love and trust.
Groaning as Reki’s fingers push back into him, Langa tightens and then relaxes his muscles. He gasps at the suggestion, imagination already running wild with the kinds of places they could have sex if there was no need for prep—or clean up after. ]
You could come in me and it’d stay. [ His hips drop down as they buck forward into a touch that isn’t there, then he straightens back up and pushes onto his toes to get Reki’s fingers deeper. ] Only you could put it in and take it out.
[ the motions langa's hips are making are far too compelling for him to not crowd in behind him, feel those greedy little movements against his throbbing cock. still, the sharp ache isn't quite enough to put any kind of hurry in the slow process of unbuckling his belt and shaking his dick free of his boxers. it's far more fun right now to lean over langa and trail bites down his spine while he whispers dirty things into his skin. ]
Then, when you're just about to fuckin' burst, I could bend you over and eat your ass til you go dark again. You like drifting off with my tongue in you, right?
[ it makes him hiss, the memory and that first touch of his slick hand to his heavy cock. he slaps the head of it against langa's bared hole, his jaw tightening. still, not yet. ]
[ Even with the teasing, Langa feels his cock twitch with every touch. He can’t see anything at this point, but he can feel the press of Reki’s eager dick, the dig of his teeth, and the weight of his words. Everything he says is true, and Langa moans rather than deny it. Would Reki really lead him to passing out even if they were out somewhere? Would he keep Langa full and tense all day only to end it in some dark corner at S? The possibilities are enough to have goosebumps raising along Langa’s arms until he shivers from head to toe. ]
I like any part of you in me.
[ The slap of cock makes him whine, pushing up impossibly higher on his very tiptoes to try and welcome it inside. ]
[ the sight of langa rising up on his toes turns his voice light and breathy. reki's only human after all, and does he ever feel it now, hot-blooded and glutted on all this flesh around him. he pets down the small of langa's back, guiding him with a gently-smoothing palm. ]
You know you're in for it tonight, don't you, baby?
[ the banter was a nice departure, but now that he has his dick nuzzled up against that greedy little hole, all that severity is just swelling right back up in the pit of his gut. he squeezes just below the head of it, feeds that little bit through the rim and back again until it makes his teeth creak under all the pressure of his clenched jaw. ]
[ Reki's hand is such a gentle weight, anchoring Langa back down to the flats of his feet. It's a soft reminder of the care he uses with Langa, even in the heat of the moment. His words are a counterpoint, drawing another shudder from him as he thinks of all the ways Reki could choose to destroy him. ]
Yeah, you'll wreck me.
[ There's no question in his voice because he knows it's true. He can feel it in the teasing start, the first push of cock that makes him moan and then whine when it pulls back out. He doesn't even get the satisfaction of the head popping inside his hole, and he wiggles his hips backward to try and get more. ]
[ langa's moving in that way again that fills him with a fine sense of vertigo, his vision dimming as his whole world is reduced to the sway of langa's hips and the hollow ache in his gut. he strikes a palm across one of those uplifted cheeks to put a little color in it, but then he can't keep himself from grasping into the muscle, pulling langa back until that hole is snugly mouthing the tip of his cock. ]
Can't deny you anything when you get like this. Love it when you ask nicely for filthy shit.
[ his own hips are on fire with the urge to thrust, but langa's too precious not to be patient with. anyway, it's better like this, easing inside, feeling the warmth of his body wicking right through to his stomach inch by slow-piercing inch. his hands smooth and spread him open wide, bearing a good portion of his weight as he leans in to drive his cock deeper and hisses: ]
[ The smack startles a yelp from him but it quickly dissolves into a moan, the warm sting welcome as much as any other sensation. He loves the grab, too, the need in Reki's hands that guide him in close where they both want it. Langa would gladly spout all the filthy needs in his mind if it would get Reki inside of him faster, both to rehash everything they already know about each other and maybe reveal a few darker desires.
Right now, though, he's being filled with a maddeningly slow speed and all he wants to do is lean back and sink down to the hilt. He gets his wish soon, Reki pushing down and through him to pin him in place with hands and cock. Langa moans loudly as he sinks a little lower on his arms, back arching into a sharper curve. ]
[ everything feels too good for him to sound anything but pained; langa is sweetly yielding and still so tight that it feels like a perfect fit, like sliding into the place where he belongs. it feels amazing to pause like this, fully sheathed and sharing in one shuddering breath together, just before he bows his head to lock his teeth into one of langa's shoulders.
his hands swoop to appreciate the shape of langa's back, pressing in to keep his ass high as reki rolls his hips back and gives langa one punishing thrust after another. everything about it is exactly what he needs: the fiery sting of skin impacting skin, the way the force of each thrust ripples right through langa's body, the sharp taste of blood on his tongue — but reki has his suspicions he's not the only one. ]
[ His heart swells at the words that he knows to be true. No matter what, Langa will always swoon for the reminder of Reki's love, the care he has for him in his heart that is reciprocated in every moment. The feeling is mirrored in the familiar heat of Reki sinking into him, their individual halves slotting together into a bigger and better whole.
Whining as he feels teeth sink into his skin, shivering at the rush of pleasure it brings, he keeps his back bowed just to feel Reki's palms tracing along the sides. Each thrust pushes the air from his lungs, dictating his rate of breathing and hypnotizing him deeper into a sense of comfort, belonging, and submission. He moans to answer the question, nodding where his cheek is pressed against the bed. ]
[ it's a rough balance, keeping langa in place while he gets his hands everywhere they want to go. he can fix that, though, lift langa up by the hips and get one knee on the bed between them. the next thrust is made deeper by it, and now, he can slide his fingers up langa's chest and pinch and roll his nipples until they're sharply peaked. it's so much better, and they're so much closer, close enough that reki can lean in close to langa's ear and murmur: ]
Take a deep breath for me.
[ his fingers slide up langa's chest and stroke over his collarbone, rising to wrap around his throat. this close, he can feel every breath langa takes swelling against his chest, and he'll wait for langa to do as he asks before his fingers start to squeeze, locking around his throat but still stroking over his skin, a tender note to what feels like an incredibly brutal act. ]
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[ missing langa is one thing, but when that falls away, soothed by the heat of his body beneath reki's hands, what feels impossible is how badly he wants him. all it takes is that one soft moan and reki hears himself respond in kind with a low growl, his hips snapping forward, pinning langa between the door and the hard dick still trapped in his pants. his teeth rake over langa's lower lip as he pulls out of the kiss, head bowing so that he can get a good look at langa's throat. ]
Don't worry, baby. Gonna mark you up real good tonight.
[ he sacrifices one of those hands to grasp langa's throat, fingers tucked into the hollow beneath his jaw to clear more space for his roaming kisses. he follows his own trail of older marks, nipping at the ones on the verge of fading, huffing with silent laughter. ]
Kinda runnin' outta real estate, but I'll make it work.
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Good, I want everyone at S to see it.
[ His next breath hitches when Reki grabs his throat, Langa’s dick throbbing at the fresh wave of arousal. Moving his hands lower, he starts clawing at the back of Reki’s hoodie to bunch it up in his hands, hopefully telegraphing that he’d like his boyfriend to remove a layer or two of his clothing. ]
You’ve got my entire body to mark, there’s room.
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[ is reki's skeptical reply as his teeth pull a tag of skin from the base of langa's throat. his tongue works relentlessly to bruise up the scant space between the other markings he's left, scraping hard until he pulls away with the taste of blood in his mouth. ]
Maybe you should quit wearing shirts too. Then they'd really see something.
[ of course he's pulling his hoodie up over his head the second he's done, revealing a deviant grin and a ruffled mess of red hair once that's pitched away. his tank is quick to follow, and then that's enough for now, too long spent without all this precious skin in his grasping hands. they slide right down to langa's hips again, holding him in place while he sinks his teeth in just below the swell of one nipple, suckling until his cheeks hollow. ]
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You mean like Joe? [ He takes a moment to genuinely imagine himself in Joe’s outfit and then shakes his head. ] Too many people would touch me if I did that.
[ Humming as Reki leans lower, he yelps at the bite though he just as quickly melts into a drawn-out moan as that clever mouth works a mark into pale skin. His hips buck in response, too, even if it’s only to find mild relief against rough denim. ] Reki…
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Nobody is gonna touch you.
[ there's no raising his voice above a dangerous rumble; when it comes to this, it's not so easy to will himself out of this twisted mood. his tongue passes over the last of the blood beading on langa's chest, but his hands have already moved on, roaming their way down his thighs, squeezing until he can feel the skin burn with the possessive force of his grasp. ]
Mine, you're all mine.
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Yours. [ It’s so easy to repeat the fact that’s been branded into his skin to match the knowledge in his heart. Reki is his soulmate, and everyone else pales in comparison to his searing heat. The grip on his thighs makes him moan loudly as he bends over to try and find Reki’s lips for a kiss, back arching to seek more touch in both places. ] Yours to claim, Reki.
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Good, so good...
[ the taste of him is too good for reki to relinquish, so he keeps one hand firmly grasped around langa's throat while he licks out his fill. the other finds its place between langa's thighs, rubbing furiously over the rim of his hole until he can lance one slick finger through, curling into the space within like he means to grasp him here too, his wrist twisting to make room for the plunging of a second. ]
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Good for you. Only you.
[ He’s eager as always to prove it, too, letting Reki’s hand press against his throat to keep him perfectly in place and dizzy from the kisses. When he feels his other hand move between his thighs, he spreads them apart to welcome the first finger with a sharp moan into Reki’s mouth. He doesn’t need to ask for more before the second finger sinks in and makes him shiver with the satisfaction of being filled. ]
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[ if reki wasn't so hyper focused, he'd be moaning right alongside langa just from clench around his fingers. his eyes dim as he tilts his head to watch, stomach tightening at the obedient parting of langa's thighs, the subtle motions beneath his skin as his fingers disappear again and again. they turn in to hold him against the solid snap of his hips, searching out that spot inside him for a soft place to bury the pads of his fingers. ]
Love watching you like this. You look like you need it so bad.
[ his thumb brushes the curve of langa's throat, testing. then reki's eyes are back on him, watching intently as his fingers close into langa's beating pulse and tighten round his throat for a few rough thrusts between his legs. ]
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Before he can confirm that yes, he does need this badly, he chokes on the words. Reki’s fingertips are more distinctive pressure points on his neck and in his body, drawing out silent moans that vibrate against the palm of his hand that simultaneously stifle them. Langa can’t even verbalize how he’s already close to coming, only shake between Reki and the door. ]
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Fuckin' perfect. Wish I could let you come like this, but I wanna feel that first nut myself.
[ the fingers stuffed into langa's hole drag themselves loose slowly, drifting over silky skin, squeezing his balls with a careful firmness. then reki's hands are all over him, pulling him close as he steps away from the door, there to quickly cradle any part of him that strays too far from his embrace. ]
Lean against me, baby. I got you.
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Want you to come in me.
[ He whines at the loss of fingers, muscles clenching like he’ll be able to hold them inside for any amount of time longer than what Reki gives him. Langa is easily guided to follow Reki, kissing the side of his neck and grabbing at his back to make sure they stay close together. ]
That felt good, Reki. Will you do it again?
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[ not that langa is ever anything but perfectly obedient, but no matter what desires reki ends up harboring in his imaginatively filthy mind, langa's satisfaction is always a priority. it just tends to work out every time that what's good for one is great for the other.
with care, reki eases langa down to bend him over the edge of the bed. a few rough swats across the ass ought to discourage him from letting his hips sag, something to run his fingers over greedily while he searches out the lubricant in langa's nightstand. ]
Y'know, I've been thinkin' a lot about something. Wanna run it by you.
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[ He pouts a bit as if Reki implying that it is never anything short of amazing is an insult to them both. It’s probably true that it’ll be better the next time, though, because once Reki finds something to spoil Langa with, he rarely lets it go and only seeks to perfect it.
Langa goes down easily, resting with his forearms on the bed beneath his body so he can prop himself up. The slaps make him jump to attention and then he sways his hips from side to side for Reki to enjoy. Turning his head to one side, he watches the glimpse of Reki that he can get from over his shoulder. ]
Mm, what is it?
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[ even with his work cut out for him, there's no tearing his eyes away from langa's swaying hips. he can't even bring himself to lift his hand away, smoothing and rubbing and squeezing into each cheek of his ass with a soft, satisfied sigh. ]
They sell this little piece, right? Slides right up here...
[ he gives his fingers a squeeze of the lubricant and sinks them into langa's hole, scissoring them wider and wider until he can feel the flutter of grinding muscle. ]
Keeps you wide open. Think about it. No matter where we are, I could pull you aside, take that thing out, and fuck your brains out right there.
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Groaning as Reki’s fingers push back into him, Langa tightens and then relaxes his muscles. He gasps at the suggestion, imagination already running wild with the kinds of places they could have sex if there was no need for prep—or clean up after. ]
You could come in me and it’d stay. [ His hips drop down as they buck forward into a touch that isn’t there, then he straightens back up and pushes onto his toes to get Reki’s fingers deeper. ] Only you could put it in and take it out.
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[ the motions langa's hips are making are far too compelling for him to not crowd in behind him, feel those greedy little movements against his throbbing cock. still, the sharp ache isn't quite enough to put any kind of hurry in the slow process of unbuckling his belt and shaking his dick free of his boxers. it's far more fun right now to lean over langa and trail bites down his spine while he whispers dirty things into his skin. ]
Then, when you're just about to fuckin' burst, I could bend you over and eat your ass til you go dark again. You like drifting off with my tongue in you, right?
[ it makes him hiss, the memory and that first touch of his slick hand to his heavy cock. he slaps the head of it against langa's bared hole, his jaw tightening. still, not yet. ]
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I like any part of you in me.
[ The slap of cock makes him whine, pushing up impossibly higher on his very tiptoes to try and welcome it inside. ]
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[ the sight of langa rising up on his toes turns his voice light and breathy. reki's only human after all, and does he ever feel it now, hot-blooded and glutted on all this flesh around him. he pets down the small of langa's back, guiding him with a gently-smoothing palm. ]
You know you're in for it tonight, don't you, baby?
[ the banter was a nice departure, but now that he has his dick nuzzled up against that greedy little hole, all that severity is just swelling right back up in the pit of his gut. he squeezes just below the head of it, feeds that little bit through the rim and back again until it makes his teeth creak under all the pressure of his clenched jaw. ]
Gonna tear you apart and you're gonna love it.
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Yeah, you'll wreck me.
[ There's no question in his voice because he knows it's true. He can feel it in the teasing start, the first push of cock that makes him moan and then whine when it pulls back out. He doesn't even get the satisfaction of the head popping inside his hole, and he wiggles his hips backward to try and get more. ]
Please, Reki, I need you.
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Can't deny you anything when you get like this. Love it when you ask nicely for filthy shit.
[ his own hips are on fire with the urge to thrust, but langa's too precious not to be patient with. anyway, it's better like this, easing inside, feeling the warmth of his body wicking right through to his stomach inch by slow-piercing inch. his hands smooth and spread him open wide, bearing a good portion of his weight as he leans in to drive his cock deeper and hisses: ]
You always feel so fucking good, baby.
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Right now, though, he's being filled with a maddeningly slow speed and all he wants to do is lean back and sink down to the hilt. He gets his wish soon, Reki pushing down and through him to pin him in place with hands and cock. Langa moans loudly as he sinks a little lower on his arms, back arching into a sharper curve. ]
You too. Fuck, Reki, I love you.
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[ everything feels too good for him to sound anything but pained; langa is sweetly yielding and still so tight that it feels like a perfect fit, like sliding into the place where he belongs. it feels amazing to pause like this, fully sheathed and sharing in one shuddering breath together, just before he bows his head to lock his teeth into one of langa's shoulders.
his hands swoop to appreciate the shape of langa's back, pressing in to keep his ass high as reki rolls his hips back and gives langa one punishing thrust after another. everything about it is exactly what he needs: the fiery sting of skin impacting skin, the way the force of each thrust ripples right through langa's body, the sharp taste of blood on his tongue — but reki has his suspicions he's not the only one. ]
Need it like this, don't you?
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Whining as he feels teeth sink into his skin, shivering at the rush of pleasure it brings, he keeps his back bowed just to feel Reki's palms tracing along the sides. Each thrust pushes the air from his lungs, dictating his rate of breathing and hypnotizing him deeper into a sense of comfort, belonging, and submission. He moans to answer the question, nodding where his cheek is pressed against the bed. ]
Need you everywhere, deep inside.
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[ it's a rough balance, keeping langa in place while he gets his hands everywhere they want to go. he can fix that, though, lift langa up by the hips and get one knee on the bed between them. the next thrust is made deeper by it, and now, he can slide his fingers up langa's chest and pinch and roll his nipples until they're sharply peaked. it's so much better, and they're so much closer, close enough that reki can lean in close to langa's ear and murmur: ]
Take a deep breath for me.
[ his fingers slide up langa's chest and stroke over his collarbone, rising to wrap around his throat. this close, he can feel every breath langa takes swelling against his chest, and he'll wait for langa to do as he asks before his fingers start to squeeze, locking around his throat but still stroking over his skin, a tender note to what feels like an incredibly brutal act. ]
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