[ 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. ]
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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. ]