[ it's early morning and reki's barely even awake, but that doesn't matter. there's something solid and warm beneath him, a paradise of heat and sensation, and all he wants is more of it. he blindly noses against it, spreads his legs wide and grinds his hips into it, moaning softly as nothing but the best and warmest feelings come flooding in. he'd fall right back asleep, just like this, but then that wonderful heat is shifting beneath him and he realizes, heart pounding as his eyes open just enough to see, that it's someone else.
not just someone else—langa. it's not like this is the first time they've fallen asleep together, not even the first time he woke himself up dry-fucking his sleeping body (oops), but it is different now. with the haze of sleep half-removed, he can feel more than just the good—he's sore too, not like "skated all night at S sore." like hit by a train sore, his muscles aching everywhere, including places he'd rather not think of now. really hard to forget now exactly what they did last night when he can still feel the evidence of it every time he moves, so it's okay, right?
either way, he's in a mood. it's not like last night, when he wanted what he wanted and nothing more—now he wants to drag himself all over langa's body and nuzzle right against him. he wants to be close and smothered, wants to work his hands all over langa's body and just purr about it, squirming and writhing in this languid, dreamy way. it feels so, so extraordinarily good that he feels guilty about it anyway, no matter what transpired last night, so he wriggles his way up to langa's ear, panting hotly against it, pulling at the lobe with his teeth. ]
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not just someone else—langa. it's not like this is the first time they've fallen asleep together, not even the first time he woke himself up dry-fucking his sleeping body (oops), but it is different now. with the haze of sleep half-removed, he can feel more than just the good—he's sore too, not like "skated all night at S sore." like hit by a train sore, his muscles aching everywhere, including places he'd rather not think of now. really hard to forget now exactly what they did last night when he can still feel the evidence of it every time he moves, so it's okay, right?
either way, he's in a mood. it's not like last night, when he wanted what he wanted and nothing more—now he wants to drag himself all over langa's body and nuzzle right against him. he wants to be close and smothered, wants to work his hands all over langa's body and just purr about it, squirming and writhing in this languid, dreamy way. it feels so, so extraordinarily good that he feels guilty about it anyway, no matter what transpired last night, so he wriggles his way up to langa's ear, panting hotly against it, pulling at the lobe with his teeth. ]
Langa... Wake up.