[ 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: ]
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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.