[ 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. ]
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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. ]