[ 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. ]
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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?