[ 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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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. ]