[ 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. ]
[ Being called pretty sends a rush through him, a blush raising along his neck and splashing across his shoulders. Praise is always welcome, but it's a heady feeling to hear it from Reki when they're locked together in bed. The shifting behind him makes him begin to protest, worried that Reki might pull away, but he ends up closer and pushing Langa a little farther up the bed. Fingers on his nipples earn a drawn-out moan of pleasure, his muscles clenching around Reki where he's buried inside of Langa.
Even though he hears the command loud and clear, he doesn't get a chance to answer and simply gasps both in response and obedience. He nearly loses all of that air on a groan when Reki's hand, warm and callused, presses against Langa's throat. He's quick to breathe in again, though, right in time for the pressure to increase and his cock to throb with need. ]
[ the fact that langa would rather obey than respond hits reki with a deep sense of satisfaction that's probably not right. except here it's okay, that little shudder of a thrill he gets from feeling langa yield so eagerly to every touch and whisper, that roaring sense of power that surges through him when he squeezes langa's throat. there's not a part of his lover that isn't under his control, covered and claimed and grasped completely.
langa knows, but he whispers, 'i've got you' into his hair as his fingers lock tight and pull. he's careful to keep the brunt of his force between his snapping hips and the knee steadied against the edge of the bed, but even then, it turns the sharp crash of their bodies into an explosion of stinging warmth. and it drives him to hit it harder still, and faster once the momentum between them strikes a perfect rhythm, until he can't even swallow down the low growls slipping through his gritted teeth. ]
[ Langa moans at the praise, the flush over his shoulders spreading lower until it feels like his entire body is on fire. It's added to by how hard it is to breathe, air coming in shallow drags. He doesn't need the reassurance, but it feels good all the same to know that Reki is there with him, holding him close and caring for him while Langa slips farther into that headspace where pleasure trumps safety. He'd do anything for Reki when he'd get like this, let him choke Langa too far if he wanted to, but the important part is that Reki is there to keep any of that from happening.
With the added force, Langa sobs but the sound comes out strangled. He's stuck between the fierce thrusts of hips and firm grip of fingers and loves it, loves how close Reki feels and the way he's using Langa exactly how he wants to. It brings Langa right to the edge of orgasm, body shaking as his muscles clench and he tries to tell Reki he's close but chokes on the words. ]
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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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Even though he hears the command loud and clear, he doesn't get a chance to answer and simply gasps both in response and obedience. He nearly loses all of that air on a groan when Reki's hand, warm and callused, presses against Langa's throat. He's quick to breathe in again, though, right in time for the pressure to increase and his cock to throb with need. ]
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[ the fact that langa would rather obey than respond hits reki with a deep sense of satisfaction that's probably not right. except here it's okay, that little shudder of a thrill he gets from feeling langa yield so eagerly to every touch and whisper, that roaring sense of power that surges through him when he squeezes langa's throat. there's not a part of his lover that isn't under his control, covered and claimed and grasped completely.
langa knows, but he whispers, 'i've got you' into his hair as his fingers lock tight and pull. he's careful to keep the brunt of his force between his snapping hips and the knee steadied against the edge of the bed, but even then, it turns the sharp crash of their bodies into an explosion of stinging warmth. and it drives him to hit it harder still, and faster once the momentum between them strikes a perfect rhythm, until he can't even swallow down the low growls slipping through his gritted teeth. ]
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With the added force, Langa sobs but the sound comes out strangled. He's stuck between the fierce thrusts of hips and firm grip of fingers and loves it, loves how close Reki feels and the way he's using Langa exactly how he wants to. It brings Langa right to the edge of orgasm, body shaking as his muscles clench and he tries to tell Reki he's close but chokes on the words. ]