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[ the answer to that is easy. seeing langa brings back memories in vivid, living color: his pale, trembling thighs, the taste of sweat on his skin, his sonorous voice going ragged with moan after sweet moan. and then there's the fact that he's just langa, same as he's ever been, solid and gorgeous and charming in a way that reki's always been weak to. school's been really rough ever since.
the shove works a little huff out of reki, but he's not mad about it. he has to force down a grin, nodding. ]
Right. Uh...
[ well. his mom isn't home. he can be a tease and start stripping as he leads the way to langa's room, tossing his hoodie and his shirt over his shoulder, unbuckling his pants along the way. ]
Is this what you want?
the shove works a little huff out of reki, but he's not mad about it. he has to force down a grin, nodding. ]
Right. Uh...
[ well. his mom isn't home. he can be a tease and start stripping as he leads the way to langa's room, tossing his hoodie and his shirt over his shoulder, unbuckling his pants along the way. ]
Is this what you want?
[ Langa’s brain short circuits when Reki starts stripping in the entryway like he belongs here, no worries for being discovered. It makes him think about what they’d mentioned briefly about living together since this is what it could be like if they had their own place. Langa had wanted that before, just for the amount of time he’d get with Reki, but now he’s hungry for the possibilities.
Trotting after Reki, he fights the urge to pounce on him as soon as he hears the clink of his buckle being undone. He reaches over and tugs at Reki’s headband, but rather than pulling it off, he pushes it down around his neck. ] Keep that on for later and take off the rest.
Trotting after Reki, he fights the urge to pounce on him as soon as he hears the clink of his buckle being undone. He reaches over and tugs at Reki’s headband, but rather than pulling it off, he pushes it down around his neck. ] Keep that on for later and take off the rest.
[ if only reki can read through langa's mind and discover how 90% of his thoughts are filled with reki this and reki that, his best friend would quickly learn that the last thing langa would see him as is "lame." such blasphemy would never even cross his mind. maybe then, reki would realize how wonderful he truly is, or at least see himself through the lens of someone who would willingly pluck every single star out of the night sky for him.
with reki's dextrous fingers carding through his hair, langa leans into the touch like a giant cat in need of affection. the manner of which reki's lashes fan over his cheeks has langa absolutely mesmerized, desire quickly filling him as he gazes back at his best friend like he means to devour reki whole. ]
I'm almost hurt you'd think I would pass out instead of try to resuscitate you... but you're right about one thing. I'm a total chump for you. [ he leans in even closer, shortening their distance until he can feel reki's breath ghosting over his own lips.
he pauses, realizing one last thing. ]
Did you lock your door? [ he asks, causing their lips to brush ever so slightly, his steady gaze unwavering. if they were going to make-out, which langa would see to it that they do, he would rather not have any part of it interrupted. ]
with reki's dextrous fingers carding through his hair, langa leans into the touch like a giant cat in need of affection. the manner of which reki's lashes fan over his cheeks has langa absolutely mesmerized, desire quickly filling him as he gazes back at his best friend like he means to devour reki whole. ]
I'm almost hurt you'd think I would pass out instead of try to resuscitate you... but you're right about one thing. I'm a total chump for you. [ he leans in even closer, shortening their distance until he can feel reki's breath ghosting over his own lips.
he pauses, realizing one last thing. ]
Did you lock your door? [ he asks, causing their lips to brush ever so slightly, his steady gaze unwavering. if they were going to make-out, which langa would see to it that they do, he would rather not have any part of it interrupted. ]
[ that gets his brows raising. apparently langa has a plan he's not privvy to, which is the most exciting thing that's happened to him yet. now his mind is on fire with those possibilities. funny how he knows langa better than anyone and yet never seems to know what to expect; it's one of the reasons why he's so crazy about him. ]
Yeah, you got it.
[ with his belt off, his pants sag right to the floor anyway, so all he needs to do is step out of those. his boxers are next, carelessly flung aside just like his hoodie, and yeah, maybe he's a little chubbed already, but that's all on langa being so sexy and mysterious. ]
Where do you want me?
Yeah, you got it.
[ with his belt off, his pants sag right to the floor anyway, so all he needs to do is step out of those. his boxers are next, carelessly flung aside just like his hoodie, and yeah, maybe he's a little chubbed already, but that's all on langa being so sexy and mysterious. ]
Where do you want me?
[ He’s glad to see that he’s keeping Reki interested, at the very least, and when he sheds his clothes that reassurance is two-fold. It’s not like it’s hard for either of them to get hard, given how teenaged hormones work so fast, but he’s still pleased to see that he’s doing something right. The second that he makes Reki uncomfortable is the second that this ends. ]
On the bed, please. [ It slips out, and he huffs at himself in annoyance. ] I’m surprised you’re not already hard. Should I just fuck myself instead?
On the bed, please. [ It slips out, and he huffs at himself in annoyance. ] I’m surprised you’re not already hard. Should I just fuck myself instead?
[ it's been, what, a half a day since he last kissed langa? translated into reki time, that's at least five lifetimes ago. he's spent all this time pining, trying to occupy his mind with easy, cathartic things, but it just keeps coming back to this: langa's lips, his hands, his dreamy blue eyes.
and then he's so close that reki can almost taste him. his lashes flutter shut, expecting the wait to finally end, but then all he feels is the lightest brush and the breath it takes to ask that question. ]
... Yeah...
[ okay, but did he? reki's too paranoid to trust himself on this one. with a sigh, he reluctantly pulls away from langa and his warmth and his too-keen gaze and casts a baleful look at the door.
which is locked. of course. he fucking knew that.
back to langa, this time with significantly less playing around. it's been way too many hours of driving himself crazy in this room; this time, he grabs a fistful of langa's shirt and pulls him in with an urgent tug, catching him in a rough, hungry kiss that paints a pretty clear picture about how much he's been missing this. ]
and then he's so close that reki can almost taste him. his lashes flutter shut, expecting the wait to finally end, but then all he feels is the lightest brush and the breath it takes to ask that question. ]
... Yeah...
[ okay, but did he? reki's too paranoid to trust himself on this one. with a sigh, he reluctantly pulls away from langa and his warmth and his too-keen gaze and casts a baleful look at the door.
which is locked. of course. he fucking knew that.
back to langa, this time with significantly less playing around. it's been way too many hours of driving himself crazy in this room; this time, he grabs a fistful of langa's shirt and pulls him in with an urgent tug, catching him in a rough, hungry kiss that paints a pretty clear picture about how much he's been missing this. ]
[ the little slip-ups are so adorable, he ain't even mad about it. especially not when they're accompanied by those pouty little huffs. it isn't often that he gets to hear langa being frustrated with himself, not when he's almost infuriatingly talented at everything, so he's determined to enjoy this.
anyway, his recovery is smooth. hearing something like that out of langa as he flops on to the bed goes straight to his dick with a sharp, resounding pang. it's an idea worth ruminating upon as he teases his cock until it's standing thick and heavy across his belly, gaze fixed on langa, his lip caught between his teeth. ]
Mn—no, don't do that. Here. Is this what you want?
anyway, his recovery is smooth. hearing something like that out of langa as he flops on to the bed goes straight to his dick with a sharp, resounding pang. it's an idea worth ruminating upon as he teases his cock until it's standing thick and heavy across his belly, gaze fixed on langa, his lip caught between his teeth. ]
Mn—no, don't do that. Here. Is this what you want?
[ Standing at the foot of the bed, Langa feels out of his depth again. Normally he would just pounce and start kissing Reki everywhere, being as loud as he wants because there’s no one to hear them. It’s a luxury they don’t always have, so at least there’s that sense of safety while trying something new.
He licks his lips as he watches Reki strong his cock, feeling a bit put out since that’s his job, his pleasure, but it passes as he begins undoing his jeans. His job right now is to let Reki have this fantasy because he’s always so good to Langa and tending to his needs. So he drops his pants and reveals that he hadn’t been wearing anything beneath them—he’d just showered, after all, and knowing Reki was coming meant he only needed to pretend he was wearing clothes. ]
Good, I want you desperate before you have to wait.
[ Kneeling on the bed, he crawls closer to Reki and leans into his space without touching. ] Are you hungry?
He licks his lips as he watches Reki strong his cock, feeling a bit put out since that’s his job, his pleasure, but it passes as he begins undoing his jeans. His job right now is to let Reki have this fantasy because he’s always so good to Langa and tending to his needs. So he drops his pants and reveals that he hadn’t been wearing anything beneath them—he’d just showered, after all, and knowing Reki was coming meant he only needed to pretend he was wearing clothes. ]
Good, I want you desperate before you have to wait.
[ Kneeling on the bed, he crawls closer to Reki and leans into his space without touching. ] Are you hungry?
[ while reki turns away to check the door, langa keeps his gaze fixed on his best friend. it might not show in his own expression, but he's amused by the short display of frustration (?) on reki's face. in that brief moment, langa's thinking about how adorable reki is, for the umpteenth time in the past hour, when he's suddenly being tugged forward into an urgent, hungry kiss.
a rough kiss that langa is more than happy to reciprocate.
with a soft groan, langa's hands move forward to wrap around reki's trim waist, which is usually unfairly hidden by his oversized hoodies. how often has langa thought about lifting reki's hoodie and skating his hands up to touch that stretch of warm tanned skin? way too fucking often. he pulls reki closer while following his lead, allowing his best friend to release his inner frustrations on him.
but as he pushes their mouths hotly together, eager and purposeful, langa begins to lose his own semblance of patience, which he barely had in the first place. he slips his tongue along reki's lower lip, mimicking what reki had done earlier while langa shamelessly stared. ]
a rough kiss that langa is more than happy to reciprocate.
with a soft groan, langa's hands move forward to wrap around reki's trim waist, which is usually unfairly hidden by his oversized hoodies. how often has langa thought about lifting reki's hoodie and skating his hands up to touch that stretch of warm tanned skin? way too fucking often. he pulls reki closer while following his lead, allowing his best friend to release his inner frustrations on him.
but as he pushes their mouths hotly together, eager and purposeful, langa begins to lose his own semblance of patience, which he barely had in the first place. he slips his tongue along reki's lower lip, mimicking what reki had done earlier while langa shamelessly stared. ]
[ langa's rewarded for his ruse with an expression that's equal parts surprise and intrigue. he never would have guessed that langa was going commando this whole time, but now he can't help but be proud of his—fuck, boyfriend, right? that's what they are now. even better.
his breath catches as langa joins him on the bed. he looks amazing like this, prowling like a hungry cat, and his tone is spot on. reki goes through a very real, very visceral reaction to the idea of waiting desperately for this, his whole body tightening, turning molten with fever, wanting him even more. ]
Yeah. [ of course he is going to reach out, even though he knows he shouldn't. his hands are aching for the heat of langa's skin, and the last thing he wants to do right now is suffer any space between them. ] Hungry for you.
his breath catches as langa joins him on the bed. he looks amazing like this, prowling like a hungry cat, and his tone is spot on. reki goes through a very real, very visceral reaction to the idea of waiting desperately for this, his whole body tightening, turning molten with fever, wanting him even more. ]
Yeah. [ of course he is going to reach out, even though he knows he shouldn't. his hands are aching for the heat of langa's skin, and the last thing he wants to do right now is suffer any space between them. ] Hungry for you.
[ reki's brow immediately raises the second he feels langa's tongue sliding over his lip. the other night, well into the heat of the moment, it was inevitable that one or both of them were going to slip in a little tongue. but right now, things are still relatively room temperature, and langa's already lapping him up like reki's his favorite flavor. it's so fucking exciting.
this is a hunger he's not yet fully acquainted with. he doesn't know its depths or what exactly triggered it. (the possibility that it could just be...him seems hilariously unlikely.) all he knows is that he wants to encourage it, openly and immediately, and langa's given him exactly that opportunity here.
before langa can revoke his tongue, reki's fingers twist in his shirt, holding him still while he suckles that tongue into his mouth. those hands, too—they feel good, but they would feel better on bare skin, so he lifts an arm to slide it over langa's shoulder, angling it just so that the hem of his hoodie rises beneath langa's hands. a little more squirming and he's rewarded with the first brush of langa's touch against the bare skin of his waist, and the purr he makes when it happens sounds nothing less than satisfied. ]
this is a hunger he's not yet fully acquainted with. he doesn't know its depths or what exactly triggered it. (the possibility that it could just be...him seems hilariously unlikely.) all he knows is that he wants to encourage it, openly and immediately, and langa's given him exactly that opportunity here.
before langa can revoke his tongue, reki's fingers twist in his shirt, holding him still while he suckles that tongue into his mouth. those hands, too—they feel good, but they would feel better on bare skin, so he lifts an arm to slide it over langa's shoulder, angling it just so that the hem of his hoodie rises beneath langa's hands. a little more squirming and he's rewarded with the first brush of langa's touch against the bare skin of his waist, and the purr he makes when it happens sounds nothing less than satisfied. ]
[ if reki doesn't get it by now, that the reason behind langa's growing interest for intimacy is solely based on reki's entire existence, then langa has been doing a poor job of showing how much he wants him. last night had been a taste, but perhaps tonight, langa will be able to express exactly how he feels for his best friend.
the hands fisting his shirt paired with the way reki experimentally suckles on his tongue elicits a deep groan from langa's throat, an embarrassingly 'not too loud but loud enough' noise that could potentially get them caught if anyone were passing by reki's door at the wrong moment.
then, it's the cute purr reki lets out when langa's hands touch upon bare skin that has langa growling under his breath as he slides his hands up higher reki's frame, tracing the lines on his smooth back before pushing reki closer to himself, subtly nudging his best friend towards his lap. ]
You're so cute, Reki. [ he murmurs between the hot press of their lips, before langa runs his tongue along reki's teeth, then slides it back along the top of his mouth. ]
the hands fisting his shirt paired with the way reki experimentally suckles on his tongue elicits a deep groan from langa's throat, an embarrassingly 'not too loud but loud enough' noise that could potentially get them caught if anyone were passing by reki's door at the wrong moment.
then, it's the cute purr reki lets out when langa's hands touch upon bare skin that has langa growling under his breath as he slides his hands up higher reki's frame, tracing the lines on his smooth back before pushing reki closer to himself, subtly nudging his best friend towards his lap. ]
You're so cute, Reki. [ he murmurs between the hot press of their lips, before langa runs his tongue along reki's teeth, then slides it back along the top of his mouth. ]
[ that growl rocks his whole world. it's a new sound—his new favorite sound—and it rumbles against his lips and resounds with a sharp pang deep within his gut. nevermind whatever else is happening; langa makes that sound and it immediately feels like he's been set aflame, his face burning, his skin going fever-hot and more sensitive than ever before.
it makes those hands smoothing up his back feel divine, all cool and rough and invoking pleasant shivers that quake through his entire body. he's closer before he knows it, greedily squirming into langa's touch for more. it just make sense to close the distance between them by sliding into the perfectly unoccupied space on langa's lap, so that's exactly where he ends up.
this is new too, swooning in langa's arms and upon his lap, finally in the mood to field all those sweet things langa tells him, as he tries as desperately as possible to match those wonderful licks langa is taking out of his mouth. he knows exactly what he wants to do here—or, honestly, what his body really wants to do—but the prospect makes his ears burn and his pulse flutter anxiously. langa's hands don't really give him a choice in the matter either way; they smooth and reach for places on his skin that make him turn molten inside, leaving him whining softly and slowly, mindlessly rocking on langa's lap.
all he can think to say in response is this, sounding like half a warning and half a plea: ]
Langa...
it makes those hands smoothing up his back feel divine, all cool and rough and invoking pleasant shivers that quake through his entire body. he's closer before he knows it, greedily squirming into langa's touch for more. it just make sense to close the distance between them by sliding into the perfectly unoccupied space on langa's lap, so that's exactly where he ends up.
this is new too, swooning in langa's arms and upon his lap, finally in the mood to field all those sweet things langa tells him, as he tries as desperately as possible to match those wonderful licks langa is taking out of his mouth. he knows exactly what he wants to do here—or, honestly, what his body really wants to do—but the prospect makes his ears burn and his pulse flutter anxiously. langa's hands don't really give him a choice in the matter either way; they smooth and reach for places on his skin that make him turn molten inside, leaving him whining softly and slowly, mindlessly rocking on langa's lap.
all he can think to say in response is this, sounding like half a warning and half a plea: ]
Langa...
[ every big and small reaction reki gives acts like a powerful flint being thrown into the inflamed pit of langa's stomach, igniting the burning desire surging through his entire frame. it’s unstoppable, this need for his best friend settling starkly between his legs. it’s a wonder how last night, they had only stopped at kissing, yet tonight, they’re allowing their imaginations to run wild after creating whatever fantasies they could come up in their heads, thinking of the possibility of things they can do together now that this exciting path has opened up for them.
langa can’t get enough, hearing that soft whine reki releases as he rocks against his lap; the friction is pure bliss, another new thing they’ve never experienced together. and langa encourages it with a deep moan and a stroke to reki's lower back. it’s like a dam has been broken; langa uses the call of his name as permission to touch more, feel more. his hands sensually moving from reki’s back to his front, hot fingers running up the smooth but toned plain of reki’s stomach before squeezing down at his pecs, the pads of his thumbs brushing intently along his nipples.
as much as he wants to immediately strip reki of his clothes and take him apart with his mouth and his fingers, langa does his best to—not exactly slow down—but he tries to savor every heat of the moment. his body has grown so warm that he may as well be running a fever, while his pants have gotten impossibly tight—a poor decision on his part to decide to wear skinny jeans when he already knew exactly what kind of things he wanted to do when he invited himself over to reki’s bedroom. ]
[ as they kiss and kiss and kiss, with tongue, and with teeth, and with a line of drool slipping from the corner of their lips, uncaring of the mess, langa murmurs sweetly to the boy in his lap, desperate to hear more of reki's voice when it sounds like this: soft and sweet and painfully arousing. ]
Reki, cute Reki—What do you want? Tell me. [ before he can even give reki a proper chance to respond, langa sucks purposefully on reki’s lower lip, before surging forward to swallow whatever noise reki produces from the action. ]
langa can’t get enough, hearing that soft whine reki releases as he rocks against his lap; the friction is pure bliss, another new thing they’ve never experienced together. and langa encourages it with a deep moan and a stroke to reki's lower back. it’s like a dam has been broken; langa uses the call of his name as permission to touch more, feel more. his hands sensually moving from reki’s back to his front, hot fingers running up the smooth but toned plain of reki’s stomach before squeezing down at his pecs, the pads of his thumbs brushing intently along his nipples.
as much as he wants to immediately strip reki of his clothes and take him apart with his mouth and his fingers, langa does his best to—not exactly slow down—but he tries to savor every heat of the moment. his body has grown so warm that he may as well be running a fever, while his pants have gotten impossibly tight—a poor decision on his part to decide to wear skinny jeans when he already knew exactly what kind of things he wanted to do when he invited himself over to reki’s bedroom. ]
[ as they kiss and kiss and kiss, with tongue, and with teeth, and with a line of drool slipping from the corner of their lips, uncaring of the mess, langa murmurs sweetly to the boy in his lap, desperate to hear more of reki's voice when it sounds like this: soft and sweet and painfully arousing. ]
Reki, cute Reki—What do you want? Tell me. [ before he can even give reki a proper chance to respond, langa sucks purposefully on reki’s lower lip, before surging forward to swallow whatever noise reki produces from the action. ]
[ yeah, that one's on reki. it was a rough reconciliation to make, the idea of putting their friendship on the line for this feeling he's had for awhile now. letting langa kiss him felt like such a big leap, but one that they could recover from if something went wrong. anything else and there's just too much on the line, too much lurking beneath the surface that reki's terrified of revealing.
but he really doesn't have a choice. he can pretend to be strong all he likes, but the fact of the matter is that he needs this more than he's ever needed anything in his entire life. it's been a special kind of hell trying to deny it all this time, and now that they're here, it doesn't feel as wrong as he thought it would.
if anything, it's liberating. langa's so good with his hands that reki's a little overwhelmed, but he trusts langa so much that it doesn't deter him. better to just shudder and moan beneath every expert touch, letting langa find all those places that completely undo him. there's no reason to think when it's easier to just follow his hands with an arching back and a moan lost between the crush of their lips; langa is more than capable of taking care of the rest.
he's not so sure what feels better: the fingers teasing his nipples, or the solid thrust of langa's erection as reki grinds against his lap. it's another one of those things that makes his face turn red and hot—that's langa, after all, his best friend, and reki can feel him getting more and more aroused by the second—but it also feels like some great, big high, like the most exciting rush he's known so far. langa wants him. pretty fucking badly, it seems like. ]
Oh sh— [ is what he's got when he's given room to speak, but langa swallows that right up, which is probably for the best. just panting and cursing isn't going to cut it, not right now. he tangles his fingers up in langa's hair and jerks him back, far enough so that he can breathe and speak and grind down hard on langa's lap: ]
I want everything.
but he really doesn't have a choice. he can pretend to be strong all he likes, but the fact of the matter is that he needs this more than he's ever needed anything in his entire life. it's been a special kind of hell trying to deny it all this time, and now that they're here, it doesn't feel as wrong as he thought it would.
if anything, it's liberating. langa's so good with his hands that reki's a little overwhelmed, but he trusts langa so much that it doesn't deter him. better to just shudder and moan beneath every expert touch, letting langa find all those places that completely undo him. there's no reason to think when it's easier to just follow his hands with an arching back and a moan lost between the crush of their lips; langa is more than capable of taking care of the rest.
he's not so sure what feels better: the fingers teasing his nipples, or the solid thrust of langa's erection as reki grinds against his lap. it's another one of those things that makes his face turn red and hot—that's langa, after all, his best friend, and reki can feel him getting more and more aroused by the second—but it also feels like some great, big high, like the most exciting rush he's known so far. langa wants him. pretty fucking badly, it seems like. ]
Oh sh— [ is what he's got when he's given room to speak, but langa swallows that right up, which is probably for the best. just panting and cursing isn't going to cut it, not right now. he tangles his fingers up in langa's hair and jerks him back, far enough so that he can breathe and speak and grind down hard on langa's lap: ]
I want everything.
[ Langa swears he can feel the heat running through Reki's body and radiating from his skin where they hover close but don't touch. It's matched by Langa's own blush, something that he can't control no matter how hard he tries to act aloof. Damn his pale skin and sexy Reki and active libidos.
Before Reki can touch, Langa catches his wrist in mid-air. Perhaps he should have slapped it away, but he's hungry for contact, too, and he's so new to trying this that he can't be expected to do it perfectly the first time. Humming in response, he pulls Reki's hand to his mouth and sucks the middle fingers into his mouth, licking at the tips before swallowing them down further. He keeps his eyes on Reki's, trying to assess the reaction, but he has to glance away for a moment because he feels a little ridiculous. Hopefully, Reki thinks this is sexier than it feels right now while Langa is floating in insecurity between trying something and getting feedback on it. ]
Before Reki can touch, Langa catches his wrist in mid-air. Perhaps he should have slapped it away, but he's hungry for contact, too, and he's so new to trying this that he can't be expected to do it perfectly the first time. Humming in response, he pulls Reki's hand to his mouth and sucks the middle fingers into his mouth, licking at the tips before swallowing them down further. He keeps his eyes on Reki's, trying to assess the reaction, but he has to glance away for a moment because he feels a little ridiculous. Hopefully, Reki thinks this is sexier than it feels right now while Langa is floating in insecurity between trying something and getting feedback on it. ]
[ the verdict is pretty fucking clear. it's obvious from the second langa catches his wrist; reki's eyes widen, not just out of surprise, but from the way langa handling him like that makes him dizzy with want. this isn't even the first time he's felt like this; there was another time, back at miyako-jima, when langa did exactly the same thing and reki had to exhaust a great amount of energy trying not to obsess over it.
now he gets to do exactly that. except langa raises the stakes one more time, sucking down his fingers, letting him feel the wicked way his tongue flicks and his lips purse. it makes him ache so badly wishing langa's mouth was wrapped around his cock instead, and he's left staring with open arousal as langa's flushed cheeks hollow with each suck. ]
Oh fuck, Langa. Holy shit.
now he gets to do exactly that. except langa raises the stakes one more time, sucking down his fingers, letting him feel the wicked way his tongue flicks and his lips purse. it makes him ache so badly wishing langa's mouth was wrapped around his cock instead, and he's left staring with open arousal as langa's flushed cheeks hollow with each suck. ]
Oh fuck, Langa. Holy shit.
[ That is certainly a positive reaction, there's no doubt about it. Langa can't help grinning around Reki's fingers, feeling proud that he was able to do something that not only surprised him, but aroused him. It makes him more confident to continue, to close his eyes and run his tongue between Reki's fingers before pulling away with a purposefully loud slurp.
He hesitates a moment, still holding Reki's hand but lower now where he can rub his thumb against the soft middle of his palm. ] I want to try something new, if it's okay with you. I'll go back to acting after you answer, promise.
He hesitates a moment, still holding Reki's hand but lower now where he can rub his thumb against the soft middle of his palm. ] I want to try something new, if it's okay with you. I'll go back to acting after you answer, promise.
[ the electrifying rush of having reki moaning and kissing back like it really means something, while rutting shamelessly against his lap, is enough to make langa realize how synonymous this feeling is to the time he discovered the fun in skateboarding. not to say that he’s had many similar encounters like this before last night, since langa’s only ever gotten as far as kissing with another boy back when he was still living in canada.
but that time answered nothing more than langa's own curiosity to his sexuality. unlike this—nothing about his first kiss can compare, or even come close, to the hunger and desire reki inspires out of him. it might seem like langa’s getting ahead of himself for reaching this conclusion at a considerably young age, but the only person langa ever wants to do this with, kissing and touching and discovering more of himself, is reki. only reki.
langa’s breath gasps out of him as reki tugs him back by the hair, eyes snapping open in surprise like he’s been roughly taken out of his trance. then, a wanton groan rumbles up from his chest as reki grinds down hard against him, causing langa’s arousal to throb with an acute need to gain more of this. ]
I’ll give you everything, Reki. [ he promises with his life, before he pulls reki back into a desperate kiss, open-mouthed and messy; he slides his tongue alongside reki’s own as they return to their earlier rhythm. this time, langa’s hands move down from under reki’s shirt to boldly slip under the back of reki’s pants. thankfully, unlike his own pants, reki's has enough room for langa to grab at his best friend's ass, where he squeezes down greedily while pushing reki’s hips forward to keep grinding against him. ]
but that time answered nothing more than langa's own curiosity to his sexuality. unlike this—nothing about his first kiss can compare, or even come close, to the hunger and desire reki inspires out of him. it might seem like langa’s getting ahead of himself for reaching this conclusion at a considerably young age, but the only person langa ever wants to do this with, kissing and touching and discovering more of himself, is reki. only reki.
langa’s breath gasps out of him as reki tugs him back by the hair, eyes snapping open in surprise like he’s been roughly taken out of his trance. then, a wanton groan rumbles up from his chest as reki grinds down hard against him, causing langa’s arousal to throb with an acute need to gain more of this. ]
I’ll give you everything, Reki. [ he promises with his life, before he pulls reki back into a desperate kiss, open-mouthed and messy; he slides his tongue alongside reki’s own as they return to their earlier rhythm. this time, langa’s hands move down from under reki’s shirt to boldly slip under the back of reki’s pants. thankfully, unlike his own pants, reki's has enough room for langa to grab at his best friend's ass, where he squeezes down greedily while pushing reki’s hips forward to keep grinding against him. ]
[ that sound. the slurp hits reki right where it hurts, and he shudders in the aftermath, trying his damnedest to fight the urge to reach out and touch himself again. maybe langa feels sexy after that reaction, but he really has no idea. reki can hardly stand it right now.
as it is, he's inclined to do whatever the hell langa wants right now, no permission needed. but he'll humor langa with an answer anyway: ]
Anything you want, baby. Knock yourself out.
as it is, he's inclined to do whatever the hell langa wants right now, no permission needed. but he'll humor langa with an answer anyway: ]
Anything you want, baby. Knock yourself out.
[ forgive him for looking a little proud of the reaction he pulls out of langa. it's just that he's like a wave, undeniable and strong and reki has no option but to be so swept up in him. pulling a little of that power back for himself feels incredibly gratifying, especially when he's rewarded with the sight of those achingly beautiful blue eyes focused entirely on his smirk.
the way langa says that, it feels like more than just some sexy banter. he's always saying stuff like that, promising away the infinite future, swearing that he'll give reki whatever he wants. it happens so often that reki's almost inclined to believe him.
lots of things to think about, but langa's hands erase everything happening in his mind all over again. there's a shot of cold fear that lances through him when langa's hand dips into his pants, but it's quickly overwritten by how good it feels to be grabbed like this. that grasp is there to guide him as he works langa's cock through his pants, his legs spreading wider to make sure every crash of their hips is just as hard as langa wants it to be. ]
Yeah? [ he murmurs against langa's lips as he's drawn into one kiss after another. it's wet and messy and his chin is soaked, but that's part of the fun as far as he's concerned. one more time, he pulls at langa's shirt. ] Then take this off.
the way langa says that, it feels like more than just some sexy banter. he's always saying stuff like that, promising away the infinite future, swearing that he'll give reki whatever he wants. it happens so often that reki's almost inclined to believe him.
lots of things to think about, but langa's hands erase everything happening in his mind all over again. there's a shot of cold fear that lances through him when langa's hand dips into his pants, but it's quickly overwritten by how good it feels to be grabbed like this. that grasp is there to guide him as he works langa's cock through his pants, his legs spreading wider to make sure every crash of their hips is just as hard as langa wants it to be. ]
Yeah? [ he murmurs against langa's lips as he's drawn into one kiss after another. it's wet and messy and his chin is soaked, but that's part of the fun as far as he's concerned. one more time, he pulls at langa's shirt. ] Then take this off.
[ Still holding Reki's hand and fiddling with his fingers, Langa glances down at them and thinks about how they've been holding hands right from the start. He also gets a full view of their naked bodies, and if anything is going to help ease his nerves, it's the sight of Reki's cock hard and leaking against his hip.
Lifting Reki's hand, he kisses the palm and then nuzzles against it, certain he'll be able to feel his blush. When he speaks, the Japanese is a little stilted like he's trying to remember a phrase he'd learned recently—because he'd had to find a translation for it, embarrassingly enough. ] Will you, um, eat me out?
Lifting Reki's hand, he kisses the palm and then nuzzles against it, certain he'll be able to feel his blush. When he speaks, the Japanese is a little stilted like he's trying to remember a phrase he'd learned recently—because he'd had to find a translation for it, embarrassingly enough. ] Will you, um, eat me out?
[ from how close they are, and how hyperaware he is of reki’s minute reactions, langa does notice the abrupt tension in reki’s frame the moment he slid his hands into the back of his best friend’s pants. it probably should’ve been a signal for langa to stop, to maybe fucking slow down a little, and he totally would have if reki had said anything about it! he would never force reki into anything he doesn’t want or isn’t comfortable with…
but it seems like the tense reaction only lasts for a few seconds before langa feels reki melting into his grasp. langa does his best to ease up a little though, refraining from using his fingers to squeeze down too hard. the push of their cocks, even through the material of their pants, is enough to keep him very happy and very distracted from doing anything more than what reki is allowing.
take this off, reki says, and what that translates through langa’s foggy mind is that reki wants both of them shirtless. langa has to force himself to pull away from reki’s lips in order to do this next part: he reaches for the hem of reki’s hoodie and yanks the thick material up and over reki’s head. after carelessly tossing it somewhere behind them, langa slides his hands from reki’s pants and posts them behind him on the bed, leaning back a little. even as he's panting heavily for breath, langa manages a soft smirk while looking up at the disheveled boy in his lap, taking in how swollen and wet reki's mouth has become from their intense make-out session. langa reaches over to tug off reki’s headband, throwing that in the same direction he had thrown reki’s hoodie. ]
I’d rather watch you take this off for me. [ he says, pertaining to his button up shirt. ]
but it seems like the tense reaction only lasts for a few seconds before langa feels reki melting into his grasp. langa does his best to ease up a little though, refraining from using his fingers to squeeze down too hard. the push of their cocks, even through the material of their pants, is enough to keep him very happy and very distracted from doing anything more than what reki is allowing.
take this off, reki says, and what that translates through langa’s foggy mind is that reki wants both of them shirtless. langa has to force himself to pull away from reki’s lips in order to do this next part: he reaches for the hem of reki’s hoodie and yanks the thick material up and over reki’s head. after carelessly tossing it somewhere behind them, langa slides his hands from reki’s pants and posts them behind him on the bed, leaning back a little. even as he's panting heavily for breath, langa manages a soft smirk while looking up at the disheveled boy in his lap, taking in how swollen and wet reki's mouth has become from their intense make-out session. langa reaches over to tug off reki’s headband, throwing that in the same direction he had thrown reki’s hoodie. ]
I’d rather watch you take this off for me. [ he says, pertaining to his button up shirt. ]
[ and here's the real langa: achingly sweet, adorable with that color on his cheeks. it doesn't miss reki that he was trying so hard to play up that fantasy. he's going to have to make it up to langa sometime soon.
or maybe right now. the second langa asks that question, reki feels his mouth filling like he's staring down a full course meal on an empty stomach. he's up on his elbow in an instant, a coy little grin spreading across his face. ]
Absofuckinglutely yes, I will.
[ where'd he learn that phrase? it's too cute that he went out of his way for that. ]
How do you want it? You wanna lay down, or...
[ or he could stay here and let langa straddle his face. the thought hits him too hard for him to voice it, and he swallows roughly as his cock tenses and drags a glistening wet trail across his skin. ]
or maybe right now. the second langa asks that question, reki feels his mouth filling like he's staring down a full course meal on an empty stomach. he's up on his elbow in an instant, a coy little grin spreading across his face. ]
Absofuckinglutely yes, I will.
[ where'd he learn that phrase? it's too cute that he went out of his way for that. ]
How do you want it? You wanna lay down, or...
[ or he could stay here and let langa straddle his face. the thought hits him too hard for him to voice it, and he swallows roughly as his cock tenses and drags a glistening wet trail across his skin. ]
[ Though Langa hadn't expected Reki to react negatively to the point of walking out—or worse, laughing at his—this reaction is a far stronger positive than he could have hoped for. Reki acts like Langa is offering to do something wonderful for him, and there's no hesitation in his words or body language as he sits up closer. Langa swears his eyes even sparkle a bit.
With that question answered, he feels more confident about his plan. Splaying a hand in the center of Reki's chest, he pushes him back down to where he'd been on the bed. It's one answer to his question, as is the way that Langa crawls closer and swings a leg over him to straddle his shoulders. When faced with having to plan what he was going to do for Reki's fantasy, he'd thought that this one would be pretty good. After all, if he wants to be used for sex, this is a pretty good way to do it. Not that he's free from Langa riding his cock later, too, as promised.
Looking down at him, Langa reaches into Reki's hair and combs it back from his face. ] So talkative, you can do something better with that mouth.
With that question answered, he feels more confident about his plan. Splaying a hand in the center of Reki's chest, he pushes him back down to where he'd been on the bed. It's one answer to his question, as is the way that Langa crawls closer and swings a leg over him to straddle his shoulders. When faced with having to plan what he was going to do for Reki's fantasy, he'd thought that this one would be pretty good. After all, if he wants to be used for sex, this is a pretty good way to do it. Not that he's free from Langa riding his cock later, too, as promised.
Looking down at him, Langa reaches into Reki's hair and combs it back from his face. ] So talkative, you can do something better with that mouth.
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