[ 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. ]