[ Still holding Reki's hand and fiddling with his fingers, Langa glances down at them and thinks about how they've been holding hands right from the start. He also gets a full view of their naked bodies, and if anything is going to help ease his nerves, it's the sight of Reki's cock hard and leaking against his hip.
Lifting Reki's hand, he kisses the palm and then nuzzles against it, certain he'll be able to feel his blush. When he speaks, the Japanese is a little stilted like he's trying to remember a phrase he'd learned recently—because he'd had to find a translation for it, embarrassingly enough. ] Will you, um, eat me out?
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Lifting Reki's hand, he kisses the palm and then nuzzles against it, certain he'll be able to feel his blush. When he speaks, the Japanese is a little stilted like he's trying to remember a phrase he'd learned recently—because he'd had to find a translation for it, embarrassingly enough. ] Will you, um, eat me out?