[ from how close they are, and how hyperaware he is of reki’s minute reactions, langa does notice the abrupt tension in reki’s frame the moment he slid his hands into the back of his best friend’s pants. it probably should’ve been a signal for langa to stop, to maybe fucking slow down a little, and he totally would have if reki had said anything about it! he would never force reki into anything he doesn’t want or isn’t comfortable with…
but it seems like the tense reaction only lasts for a few seconds before langa feels reki melting into his grasp. langa does his best to ease up a little though, refraining from using his fingers to squeeze down too hard. the push of their cocks, even through the material of their pants, is enough to keep him very happy and very distracted from doing anything more than what reki is allowing.
take this off, reki says, and what that translates through langa’s foggy mind is that reki wants both of them shirtless. langa has to force himself to pull away from reki’s lips in order to do this next part: he reaches for the hem of reki’s hoodie and yanks the thick material up and over reki’s head. after carelessly tossing it somewhere behind them, langa slides his hands from reki’s pants and posts them behind him on the bed, leaning back a little. even as he's panting heavily for breath, langa manages a soft smirk while looking up at the disheveled boy in his lap, taking in how swollen and wet reki's mouth has become from their intense make-out session. langa reaches over to tug off reki’s headband, throwing that in the same direction he had thrown reki’s hoodie. ]
I’d rather watch you take this off for me. [ he says, pertaining to his button up shirt. ]
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but it seems like the tense reaction only lasts for a few seconds before langa feels reki melting into his grasp. langa does his best to ease up a little though, refraining from using his fingers to squeeze down too hard. the push of their cocks, even through the material of their pants, is enough to keep him very happy and very distracted from doing anything more than what reki is allowing.
take this off, reki says, and what that translates through langa’s foggy mind is that reki wants both of them shirtless. langa has to force himself to pull away from reki’s lips in order to do this next part: he reaches for the hem of reki’s hoodie and yanks the thick material up and over reki’s head. after carelessly tossing it somewhere behind them, langa slides his hands from reki’s pants and posts them behind him on the bed, leaning back a little. even as he's panting heavily for breath, langa manages a soft smirk while looking up at the disheveled boy in his lap, taking in how swollen and wet reki's mouth has become from their intense make-out session. langa reaches over to tug off reki’s headband, throwing that in the same direction he had thrown reki’s hoodie. ]
I’d rather watch you take this off for me. [ he says, pertaining to his button up shirt. ]