[ Langa swears he can feel the heat running through Reki's body and radiating from his skin where they hover close but don't touch. It's matched by Langa's own blush, something that he can't control no matter how hard he tries to act aloof. Damn his pale skin and sexy Reki and active libidos.
Before Reki can touch, Langa catches his wrist in mid-air. Perhaps he should have slapped it away, but he's hungry for contact, too, and he's so new to trying this that he can't be expected to do it perfectly the first time. Humming in response, he pulls Reki's hand to his mouth and sucks the middle fingers into his mouth, licking at the tips before swallowing them down further. He keeps his eyes on Reki's, trying to assess the reaction, but he has to glance away for a moment because he feels a little ridiculous. Hopefully, Reki thinks this is sexier than it feels right now while Langa is floating in insecurity between trying something and getting feedback on it. ]
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Before Reki can touch, Langa catches his wrist in mid-air. Perhaps he should have slapped it away, but he's hungry for contact, too, and he's so new to trying this that he can't be expected to do it perfectly the first time. Humming in response, he pulls Reki's hand to his mouth and sucks the middle fingers into his mouth, licking at the tips before swallowing them down further. He keeps his eyes on Reki's, trying to assess the reaction, but he has to glance away for a moment because he feels a little ridiculous. Hopefully, Reki thinks this is sexier than it feels right now while Langa is floating in insecurity between trying something and getting feedback on it. ]