[ there’s no way in hell langa would ever want to look away from this. the vision of reki before him, the way he’s using his entire body to ride langa’s cock—it’s breathtaking. enamouring. langa doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more perfect. can’t even fathom how reki is able to look this good so early in the morning, with his fiery hair disheveled and face slightly swollen from sleep. not that langa has ever cared for beauty after receiving an overbearing amount of attention for his own looks, but reki makes langa want to wax poetry over what he beholds. how much he loves it when reki gets that determined look on his face, the slight curve of his brows arching, nose pinched as he concentrates. that sexy glint in his eyes when he knows he’s getting what he wants as he shows off the explicit imagery of his hole greedily swallowing langa’s cock.
and then there’s his body, boyish and lithe, packed with muscles worthy of an experienced skater. pale hands slide down reki’s frame, along the stretch of skin blessed by the sun. ethereal in the way that makes langa want to desperately kiss upon every inch. when reki’s pace hastens, langa has to grapple at those hips, holding on not to slow reki down, but to keep him from falling over as reki roughly chases after his release. the squeeze around his dick has langa struggling not to thrust upwards, but it’s extremely difficult when reki seems to have developed an earnest understanding of how to turn langa’s world upside down. ]
Yeah, fuck—want it, Reki… want you…
[ when reki’s release hits and he tightens even more around him, langa groans deeply, the sound then converting into a shallow gasp as reki keeps barreling onwards, fucking himself on langa’s cock despite how much he's trembling. langa's patience, which has been wearing thin since the start, finally snaps. he bucks upwards, rough and deep; purposely exerting enough power to topple reki over so that langa can gather him in his arms, keeping a tight grip as he sets an almost punishing rhythm. a harsh growl slips from gritted teeth before he bites into reki's shoulder, pouring all of his frustrations with every upward snap of his hips.
langa's going to give it to him alright, but only after he's gotten as much as he can. he's already forgotten why they were rushing this in the first place, blood roaring in his ears as every irrelevant detail fades in the background. he fucks reki, hard and fast and wanting, with no indication of when he'll stop. ]
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and then there’s his body, boyish and lithe, packed with muscles worthy of an experienced skater. pale hands slide down reki’s frame, along the stretch of skin blessed by the sun. ethereal in the way that makes langa want to desperately kiss upon every inch. when reki’s pace hastens, langa has to grapple at those hips, holding on not to slow reki down, but to keep him from falling over as reki roughly chases after his release. the squeeze around his dick has langa struggling not to thrust upwards, but it’s extremely difficult when reki seems to have developed an earnest understanding of how to turn langa’s world upside down. ]
Yeah, fuck—want it, Reki… want you…
[ when reki’s release hits and he tightens even more around him, langa groans deeply, the sound then converting into a shallow gasp as reki keeps barreling onwards, fucking himself on langa’s cock despite how much he's trembling. langa's patience, which has been wearing thin since the start, finally snaps. he bucks upwards, rough and deep; purposely exerting enough power to topple reki over so that langa can gather him in his arms, keeping a tight grip as he sets an almost punishing rhythm. a harsh growl slips from gritted teeth before he bites into reki's shoulder, pouring all of his frustrations with every upward snap of his hips.
langa's going to give it to him alright, but only after he's gotten as much as he can. he's already forgotten why they were rushing this in the first place, blood roaring in his ears as every irrelevant detail fades in the background. he fucks reki, hard and fast and wanting, with no indication of when he'll stop. ]