[ langa has him flopping on his back, all dead, numb weight. how he thinks reki has this kind of stamina is alarming; with the rush of arousal petered off into a fine, hazy glow, all reki wants to do is curl up and go the fuck to sleep. getting fucked by langa is kind of like being in a car crash, just one big boom of adrenaline, and now, all the same aches and pains of being savagely battered. he expects every thrust to be the last one, but it never is, and he feels the sting of annoyance rising fast. ]
I know—
[ langa takes his hands and pins them to the bed. it's sweet, yes, but it also makes his heart pound so hard that it leaves him breathless, his eyes so wide that he can feel it. it's affectionate, but it's also langa, strong and sure and gazing down at him with no intent to fuck him in any way beyond exactly how he wants to. his, all his, to do with as he pleases, his body heavy between reki's thighs and his grip so strong that it makes reki dizzy.
now he's mad at himself, for liking this too much.
now, his body knows just how to move to make this feel good. he's squirming against every impaling thrust, his body turned greedy inside, muscles clenching to help carry langa's cock to where he needs it most. the sounds that reki's making are infuriating to him; keening, pleading, desperate, like he's right back on the edge again and fuck if that isn't exactly false. ]
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
[ it's really all he's got left in him as his thighs clench so he can climb his body up higher and let gravity and langa's pounding cock keep him in a maddening place between rising and falling. ]
[ maybe some awareness over reki’s inner turmoil would’ve prompted langa to ease up a little for their first time. maybe he shouldn’t be going too hard or he shouldn’t keep fucking reki after reki's finished for the second time, but… langa’s pretty bad at reading others; it’s hard for him to know when to stop, or when to realize that his actions could potentially be hurting someone. he only recognizes what he wants and can only hope to be met halfway—it's definitely something he needs to work on. luckily for him, reki seems to have the patience for it. or at least he does most of the time...
langa might’ve picked up on that strain of annoyance in reki’s response, but it’s hard to tell for sure with everything else that’s happening.
but in the next moment, it seems safe to say that reki doesn’t hate langa (yet?) for endlessly ramming his dick into him with no promise of stopping. it’s thanks to the telltale signs of reki squirming against him—not to get away, but to bring langa in closer so that they’re reaching greater heights.
is it bad that langa really likes seeing reki like this? how he looks so desperate and wanton to the point of delirious, with his body so taut, wound up, and messy from his earlier spillage. with his skin completely red all over, looking downright edible as it glistens with sweat—reki has always looked so beautiful, but this look he's giving langa is fucking insane. there's no way anyone else could ever be allowed to see reki like this. this should only be for langa's eyes only.
his muscles are sore and cramping all over, but langa vigorously fucks reki like it’s the last chance he's ever gonna get. he goes on and on and on; the banging of the bed on the wall giving a clearer indication of what they're really up to. it's not even for any sort of buildup for langa, he's already reached the highest peak and is somehow managing to stay on that plane. langa doesn't even know where he begins and ends anymore, his brain is all mush filled with the echoes of their fucking—all he knows is that he never wants this to end.
but finally after enough time has passed, he reaches his breaking point and his body yields to the undeniable pressure, seizing up and then crashing down without warning. ]
Fuck.
[ he grinds out between his teeth as he shoots into reki, white-hot liquid reaching deep inside of him. still not knowing when to quit, langa continues snapping his hips in quick forceful pulses, trying to prolong this moment for as long as he can. ]
[ like reki ever would have told him to ease up. just like in all things, it's important to him that he can keep pace with langa. there's no way in hell he's going to tap out before they're finished. even if he didn't like it, he wouldn't say a damn word.
but he does, he likes it a lot. he's so beyond sore and exhausted that he's just ascended to a higher plane. it's a different sort of rush, one that's sort of heavy like a high, surreal. it doesn't even hit him at first that they're nearing the end until he dimly registers that langa's holding him extra hard, which means he should probably be paying attention to what's happening. ]
Oh fuck...
[ reki dimly remembers asking for this, but he's still not prepared for what it actually feels like to be all slicked up inside by langa's seed. it makes everything so, so wet, every frantic snap of langa's hips so smooth and beyond his ability to control with his clenching muscles. it feels so full and warm and he's digging his knees into langa's side like he's a run-away horse, trying to get him to pause for a second so that he can really feel this.
of course, nothing will ever stop langa short of a coma, and reki's content, anyway, to let him have whatever he needs from this, so he just breathes as deeply as he can, head tilted back as he shudders through this brand new sensation. ]
That's it, Langa, just like that, baby, fuck— Feels so good...
[ he tilts his hips as best he can, making himself as accommodating as he can despite his limited range of movement. it's the least he can do, all these orgasms later, and he likes it, feeling like he has something to be proud about, something within him that no one else can ever have. ]
[ being able to come inside of someone, langa learns, is a hell of a lot different from coming from his own hand. instead of being met with cool air over a damp cock, he remains lodged in this slick heat, inner walls still clenching around him almost like he’s being milked dry for everything he's got. every minuscule movement he makes, whether he’s sliding his cock in or out causes his seed to spread even more, some of it leaking out and creating an even bigger mess—and it’s fucking filthy as it is fucking hot.
in a more romantic (?) perspective, being able to finish off like this kind of feels like… a completion of something so deeply intimate, like… something langa can’t even begin to describe. it just feels so nice and fuck, if reki allows it, he’d want to do this again, infinitely, for the rest of their lives.
but again is for another time, not right after this. maybe when his energy returns to him, because following the storm of his climax, langa’s body rudely reminds him of how much energy he’s exhausted into their round after round on the bed, leaving him with weary muscles and bones and fuck, he feels like he needs to sleep for an entire week to feel normal again.
without pulling out yet, langa’s arms that had been holding him up buckles before he falls on top of reki, face burrowing into the pillow that had been propping reki’s head. langa heaves out a deep sigh of pure unadulterated content. ]
Reki.
[ langa calls softly as he turns his head to face his… lover. he gives a small, tired smile, blue eyes twinkling as his gaze settles over reki’s features, who looks just as exhausted as langa feels, but hopefully just as content. he reaches over with a clean hand to brush reki's hair back, so tender and loving and totally opposite of the fucking beast he had turned into moments ago. ]
[ yeah, that's what reki was trying to tell him. like, it's just a natural bodily function, whatever, but all these tears and emotions later, it feels like something more. on a technical level reki guesses it is too; becoming fluid bonded with a partner is supposed to be a big, important decision, but honestly. the real thrill of it is feeling like he's fully langa's now, like they've given and taken everything between them and he can finally relax. (until all those familiar anxieties just rise again with him in the morning, completely unimpressed with reki's sex-addled logic right now.)
the only thing he's not looking forward to is langa landing on him. it's never pleasant no matter how much langa thinks it is, and he sees it coming, eyes widening just like always. ]
Langa, don't—
[ and then all he can do is sigh about it, because of course it happens anyway. how anybody gets to be this tall and heavy without ever realizing it, reki has no idea. he's not so heavy that reki can't use those legs wrapped around him to flip him over on to his side with the very, very last dregs of his strength, still all entangled, but at least he can breathe now. which he does, taking in a big, deep breath, eyes slipping shut beneath langa's tender touch.
and then squeezing shut, when he hears what he's saying, his expression turning sour as he reaches out to clap a hand over his mouth. ]
[ sure, langa is feeling exhausted as hell and he could probably fall asleep the moment he closes his eyes, but he adamantly tries to stay awake long enough to be able to spend at least a full minute of this afterglow with reki… he really wants to let reki know that he meant every word he had said during their fits of passion, and that there’s so much more he has to say, and that they should definitely have a next time for this, a next time for more—
grasping the hand covering his mouth, langa places a sweet kiss at the center of reki’s palm before using it to pull reki closer so that langa can land another kiss to the corner of reki’s lips. ]
I love you.
[ is what he starts with, voice dripping with pure adoration as he drapes that arm over his shoulder, shifting closer. somehow in the middle being turned to his side, his cock had slipped out from reki's hole—which leaves langa feeling a little lonely so he tries to make up for it by closing any other space left in between them. ]
Reki, did you… Was it all good for you?
[ time for the moment of truth. reki seemed to have enjoyed himself all throughout but did he really? langa has to know. ]
[ reki groans as he's pulled closer. he doesn't want to think about that. about how embarrassing it was to let all those emotions go right then, during their first time, a memory that's going to stick with them forever. if it was just langa, he'd never let him live it down. it would've been a great opportunity for some eternal ribbing. really, reki can't wrap his head around why he deserves that adoration in langa's voice, his compulsion to be close to reki even after he's spent and sated.
so much for all that post-sex confidence. he mumbles something close to love you back, trying to find a comfortable place for himself in the tight tangle of their bodies. moving like this makes him acutely aware of how wet it still feels inside of him, and he's groaning again, for a different reason, angry at his body for burning hot all over again at the sensation.
yeah, no. not right now. ]
It was good.
[ he knows exactly why langa's asking him. firmly, he squeezes langa's shoulder so there's no doubt that he's telling the truth, even if he can't really bring himself to open his eyes. that squeeze turns into slowly stroking fingers, gliding up and down langa's arm, and there it is. he actually loves this fucking idiot, his heart so incredibly full of the desire to touch him and be with him, and he deserves to know that. ]
Would've been better if I was on top. Next time. Night, Langa.
[ relief washes over langa from hearing that it was good after all... for both of them, not just himself. thank fuck for that because langa would've felt extremely guilty for enjoying every single second if reki had felt any other type of way.
the corner of langa's mouth twitches into a smile when reki stubbornly reminds him of being denied to be on top... langa had almost forgotten about that actually, so fucking driven by his primal desires of nailing reki into the bed... well. at least they have next time for it, right?
but that smile quickly melts into a pout when reki tries to shut him down into sleeping right in the middle of their nice little post-sex conversation. hey, now—! ]
Fine, you can be on top next time.
[ langa assures with a whine, and weakly squeezes reki in his arms, hoping he hasn't actually fallen asleep on him yet. ]
[ he pushes his hands out between them to try to combat the squeeze like an angry cat. they're both so sweaty—man, what he wouldn't give for a shower—and langa always runs way hotter than him. it's nice when he's cold, which he will be the second he's not overheating, it's yet another one of life's vicious cycles, but right now he's too sleepy and fussy.
which isn't his fault! he didn't ask to be nailed to his mattress tonight. except for the part where he did, eagerly and enthusiastically, but it's not his fault langa went above and beyond, as always. that's on him for always being perfect and amazing. the absolute fucking gall of this man. reki cracks one eye open and stares balefully at him. ]
[ he gets a what at first but langa holds back from answering, he continues pouting instead because he wants more than a verbal response. reki's eyes have been closed this whole time langa's been talking to him! not that he's offended by it or anything, langa's just... after everything they've done on this bed, there's this weird needy feeling he has that he can't quite cover up. it doesn't help that reki's trying to push him away as well. but langa remains a solid, dead-weight against him, not budging.
when he finally gets one eye on him, langa's pout turns into a small smile, amused at how reki's acting a lot like a certain fennec fox. his heart fills to the surface with warm affection... there's so much he could say but he decides... maybe it can wait until morning. ]
Nothing. Just wanted to get one last good look at you before sleeping. Night Reki.
[ and just like that, langa's eyes slip shut, making reki literally the last thing he sees. the small smile remains on his face as he snuggles against reki and the pillow they're sharing. ]
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I know—
[ langa takes his hands and pins them to the bed. it's sweet, yes, but it also makes his heart pound so hard that it leaves him breathless, his eyes so wide that he can feel it. it's affectionate, but it's also langa, strong and sure and gazing down at him with no intent to fuck him in any way beyond exactly how he wants to. his, all his, to do with as he pleases, his body heavy between reki's thighs and his grip so strong that it makes reki dizzy.
now he's mad at himself, for liking this too much.
now, his body knows just how to move to make this feel good. he's squirming against every impaling thrust, his body turned greedy inside, muscles clenching to help carry langa's cock to where he needs it most. the sounds that reki's making are infuriating to him; keening, pleading, desperate, like he's right back on the edge again and fuck if that isn't exactly false. ]
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
[ it's really all he's got left in him as his thighs clench so he can climb his body up higher and let gravity and langa's pounding cock keep him in a maddening place between rising and falling. ]
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langa might’ve picked up on that strain of annoyance in reki’s response, but it’s hard to tell for sure with everything else that’s happening.
but in the next moment, it seems safe to say that reki doesn’t hate langa (yet?) for endlessly ramming his dick into him with no promise of stopping. it’s thanks to the telltale signs of reki squirming against him—not to get away, but to bring langa in closer so that they’re reaching greater heights.
is it bad that langa really likes seeing reki like this? how he looks so desperate and wanton to the point of delirious, with his body so taut, wound up, and messy from his earlier spillage. with his skin completely red all over, looking downright edible as it glistens with sweat—reki has always looked so beautiful, but this look he's giving langa is fucking insane. there's no way anyone else could ever be allowed to see reki like this. this should only be for langa's eyes only.
his muscles are sore and cramping all over, but langa vigorously fucks reki like it’s the last chance he's ever gonna get. he goes on and on and on; the banging of the bed on the wall giving a clearer indication of what they're really up to. it's not even for any sort of buildup for langa, he's already reached the highest peak and is somehow managing to stay on that plane. langa doesn't even know where he begins and ends anymore, his brain is all mush filled with the echoes of their fucking—all he knows is that he never wants this to end.
but finally after enough time has passed, he reaches his breaking point and his body yields to the undeniable pressure, seizing up and then crashing down without warning. ]
Fuck.
[ he grinds out between his teeth as he shoots into reki, white-hot liquid reaching deep inside of him. still not knowing when to quit, langa continues snapping his hips in quick forceful pulses, trying to prolong this moment for as long as he can. ]
Reki, Reki, Reki—
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but he does, he likes it a lot. he's so beyond sore and exhausted that he's just ascended to a higher plane. it's a different sort of rush, one that's sort of heavy like a high, surreal. it doesn't even hit him at first that they're nearing the end until he dimly registers that langa's holding him extra hard, which means he should probably be paying attention to what's happening. ]
Oh fuck...
[ reki dimly remembers asking for this, but he's still not prepared for what it actually feels like to be all slicked up inside by langa's seed. it makes everything so, so wet, every frantic snap of langa's hips so smooth and beyond his ability to control with his clenching muscles. it feels so full and warm and he's digging his knees into langa's side like he's a run-away horse, trying to get him to pause for a second so that he can really feel this.
of course, nothing will ever stop langa short of a coma, and reki's content, anyway, to let him have whatever he needs from this, so he just breathes as deeply as he can, head tilted back as he shudders through this brand new sensation. ]
That's it, Langa, just like that, baby, fuck— Feels so good...
[ he tilts his hips as best he can, making himself as accommodating as he can despite his limited range of movement. it's the least he can do, all these orgasms later, and he likes it, feeling like he has something to be proud about, something within him that no one else can ever have. ]
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in a more romantic (?) perspective, being able to finish off like this kind of feels like… a completion of something so deeply intimate, like… something langa can’t even begin to describe. it just feels so nice and fuck, if reki allows it, he’d want to do this again, infinitely, for the rest of their lives.
but again is for another time, not right after this. maybe when his energy returns to him, because following the storm of his climax, langa’s body rudely reminds him of how much energy he’s exhausted into their round after round on the bed, leaving him with weary muscles and bones and fuck, he feels like he needs to sleep for an entire week to feel normal again.
without pulling out yet, langa’s arms that had been holding him up buckles before he falls on top of reki, face burrowing into the pillow that had been propping reki’s head. langa heaves out a deep sigh of pure unadulterated content. ]
Reki.
[ langa calls softly as he turns his head to face his… lover. he gives a small, tired smile, blue eyes twinkling as his gaze settles over reki’s features, who looks just as exhausted as langa feels, but hopefully just as content. he reaches over with a clean hand to brush reki's hair back, so tender and loving and totally opposite of the fucking beast he had turned into moments ago. ]
You’re so amazing, Reki…
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the only thing he's not looking forward to is langa landing on him. it's never pleasant no matter how much langa thinks it is, and he sees it coming, eyes widening just like always. ]
Langa, don't—
[ and then all he can do is sigh about it, because of course it happens anyway. how anybody gets to be this tall and heavy without ever realizing it, reki has no idea. he's not so heavy that reki can't use those legs wrapped around him to flip him over on to his side with the very, very last dregs of his strength, still all entangled, but at least he can breathe now. which he does, taking in a big, deep breath, eyes slipping shut beneath langa's tender touch.
and then squeezing shut, when he hears what he's saying, his expression turning sour as he reaches out to clap a hand over his mouth. ]
No. Stop that. Sleep now.
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grasping the hand covering his mouth, langa places a sweet kiss at the center of reki’s palm before using it to pull reki closer so that langa can land another kiss to the corner of reki’s lips. ]
I love you.
[ is what he starts with, voice dripping with pure adoration as he drapes that arm over his shoulder, shifting closer. somehow in the middle being turned to his side, his cock had slipped out from reki's hole—which leaves langa feeling a little lonely so he tries to make up for it by closing any other space left in between them. ]
Reki, did you… Was it all good for you?
[ time for the moment of truth. reki seemed to have enjoyed himself all throughout but did he really? langa has to know. ]
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so much for all that post-sex confidence. he mumbles something close to love you back, trying to find a comfortable place for himself in the tight tangle of their bodies. moving like this makes him acutely aware of how wet it still feels inside of him, and he's groaning again, for a different reason, angry at his body for burning hot all over again at the sensation.
yeah, no. not right now. ]
It was good.
[ he knows exactly why langa's asking him. firmly, he squeezes langa's shoulder so there's no doubt that he's telling the truth, even if he can't really bring himself to open his eyes. that squeeze turns into slowly stroking fingers, gliding up and down langa's arm, and there it is. he actually loves this fucking idiot, his heart so incredibly full of the desire to touch him and be with him, and he deserves to know that. ]
Would've been better if I was on top. Next time. Night, Langa.
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the corner of langa's mouth twitches into a smile when reki stubbornly reminds him of being denied to be on top... langa had almost forgotten about that actually, so fucking driven by his primal desires of nailing reki into the bed... well. at least they have next time for it, right?
but that smile quickly melts into a pout when reki tries to shut him down into sleeping right in the middle of their nice little post-sex conversation. hey, now—! ]
Fine, you can be on top next time.
[ langa assures with a whine, and weakly squeezes reki in his arms, hoping he hasn't actually fallen asleep on him yet. ]
Rekiiiiii.
[ don't ignore hiiiim. ]
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What.
[ he pushes his hands out between them to try to combat the squeeze like an angry cat. they're both so sweaty—man, what he wouldn't give for a shower—and langa always runs way hotter than him. it's nice when he's cold, which he will be the second he's not overheating, it's yet another one of life's vicious cycles, but right now he's too sleepy and fussy.
which isn't his fault! he didn't ask to be nailed to his mattress tonight. except for the part where he did, eagerly and enthusiastically, but it's not his fault langa went above and beyond, as always. that's on him for always being perfect and amazing. the absolute fucking gall of this man. reki cracks one eye open and stares balefully at him. ]
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when he finally gets one eye on him, langa's pout turns into a small smile, amused at how reki's acting a lot like a certain fennec fox. his heart fills to the surface with warm affection... there's so much he could say but he decides... maybe it can wait until morning. ]
Nothing. Just wanted to get one last good look at you before sleeping. Night Reki.
[ and just like that, langa's eyes slip shut, making reki literally the last thing he sees. the small smile remains on his face as he snuggles against reki and the pillow they're sharing. ]