rekd | OVERFLOW / OPEN

[ Langa’s brain short circuits when Reki starts stripping in the entryway like he belongs here, no worries for being discovered. It makes him think about what they’d mentioned briefly about living together since this is what it could be like if they had their own place. Langa had wanted that before, just for the amount of time he’d get with Reki, but now he’s hungry for the possibilities.

Trotting after Reki, he fights the urge to pounce on him as soon as he hears the clink of his buckle being undone. He reaches over and tugs at Reki’s headband, but rather than pulling it off, he pushes it down around his neck. ] Keep that on for later and take off the rest.

[ that gets his brows raising. apparently langa has a plan he's not privvy to, which is the most exciting thing that's happened to him yet. now his mind is on fire with those possibilities. funny how he knows langa better than anyone and yet never seems to know what to expect; it's one of the reasons why he's so crazy about him. ]

Yeah, you got it.

[ with his belt off, his pants sag right to the floor anyway, so all he needs to do is step out of those. his boxers are next, carelessly flung aside just like his hoodie, and yeah, maybe he's a little chubbed already, but that's all on langa being so sexy and mysterious. ]

Where do you want me?

[ He’s glad to see that he’s keeping Reki interested, at the very least, and when he sheds his clothes that reassurance is two-fold. It’s not like it’s hard for either of them to get hard, given how teenaged hormones work so fast, but he’s still pleased to see that he’s doing something right. The second that he makes Reki uncomfortable is the second that this ends. ]

On the bed, please. [ It slips out, and he huffs at himself in annoyance. ] I’m surprised you’re not already hard. Should I just fuck myself instead?

[ the little slip-ups are so adorable, he ain't even mad about it. especially not when they're accompanied by those pouty little huffs. it isn't often that he gets to hear langa being frustrated with himself, not when he's almost infuriatingly talented at everything, so he's determined to enjoy this.

anyway, his recovery is smooth. hearing something like that out of langa as he flops on to the bed goes straight to his dick with a sharp, resounding pang. it's an idea worth ruminating upon as he teases his cock until it's standing thick and heavy across his belly, gaze fixed on langa, his lip caught between his teeth. ]

Mn—no, don't do that. Here. Is this what you want?

[ Standing at the foot of the bed, Langa feels out of his depth again. Normally he would just pounce and start kissing Reki everywhere, being as loud as he wants because there’s no one to hear them. It’s a luxury they don’t always have, so at least there’s that sense of safety while trying something new.

He licks his lips as he watches Reki strong his cock, feeling a bit put out since that’s his job, his pleasure, but it passes as he begins undoing his jeans. His job right now is to let Reki have this fantasy because he’s always so good to Langa and tending to his needs. So he drops his pants and reveals that he hadn’t been wearing anything beneath them—he’d just showered, after all, and knowing Reki was coming meant he only needed to pretend he was wearing clothes. ]

Good, I want you desperate before you have to wait.

[ Kneeling on the bed, he crawls closer to Reki and leans into his space without touching. ] Are you hungry?

[ langa's rewarded for his ruse with an expression that's equal parts surprise and intrigue. he never would have guessed that langa was going commando this whole time, but now he can't help but be proud of his—fuck, boyfriend, right? that's what they are now. even better.

his breath catches as langa joins him on the bed. he looks amazing like this, prowling like a hungry cat, and his tone is spot on. reki goes through a very real, very visceral reaction to the idea of waiting desperately for this, his whole body tightening, turning molten with fever, wanting him even more. ]

Yeah. [ of course he is going to reach out, even though he knows he shouldn't. his hands are aching for the heat of langa's skin, and the last thing he wants to do right now is suffer any space between them. ] Hungry for you.

[ Langa swears he can feel the heat running through Reki's body and radiating from his skin where they hover close but don't touch. It's matched by Langa's own blush, something that he can't control no matter how hard he tries to act aloof. Damn his pale skin and sexy Reki and active libidos.

Before Reki can touch, Langa catches his wrist in mid-air. Perhaps he should have slapped it away, but he's hungry for contact, too, and he's so new to trying this that he can't be expected to do it perfectly the first time. Humming in response, he pulls Reki's hand to his mouth and sucks the middle fingers into his mouth, licking at the tips before swallowing them down further. He keeps his eyes on Reki's, trying to assess the reaction, but he has to glance away for a moment because he feels a little ridiculous. Hopefully, Reki thinks this is sexier than it feels right now while Langa is floating in insecurity between trying something and getting feedback on it. ]

[ the verdict is pretty fucking clear. it's obvious from the second langa catches his wrist; reki's eyes widen, not just out of surprise, but from the way langa handling him like that makes him dizzy with want. this isn't even the first time he's felt like this; there was another time, back at miyako-jima, when langa did exactly the same thing and reki had to exhaust a great amount of energy trying not to obsess over it.

now he gets to do exactly that. except langa raises the stakes one more time, sucking down his fingers, letting him feel the wicked way his tongue flicks and his lips purse. it makes him ache so badly wishing langa's mouth was wrapped around his cock instead, and he's left staring with open arousal as langa's flushed cheeks hollow with each suck. ]

Oh fuck, Langa. Holy shit.

[ That is certainly a positive reaction, there's no doubt about it. Langa can't help grinning around Reki's fingers, feeling proud that he was able to do something that not only surprised him, but aroused him. It makes him more confident to continue, to close his eyes and run his tongue between Reki's fingers before pulling away with a purposefully loud slurp.

He hesitates a moment, still holding Reki's hand but lower now where he can rub his thumb against the soft middle of his palm. ] I want to try something new, if it's okay with you. I'll go back to acting after you answer, promise.

[ that sound. the slurp hits reki right where it hurts, and he shudders in the aftermath, trying his damnedest to fight the urge to reach out and touch himself again. maybe langa feels sexy after that reaction, but he really has no idea. reki can hardly stand it right now.

as it is, he's inclined to do whatever the hell langa wants right now, no permission needed. but he'll humor langa with an answer anyway: ]

Anything you want, baby. Knock yourself out.

[ 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?

[ and here's the real langa: achingly sweet, adorable with that color on his cheeks. it doesn't miss reki that he was trying so hard to play up that fantasy. he's going to have to make it up to langa sometime soon.

or maybe right now. the second langa asks that question, reki feels his mouth filling like he's staring down a full course meal on an empty stomach. he's up on his elbow in an instant, a coy little grin spreading across his face. ]

Absofuckinglutely yes, I will.

[ where'd he learn that phrase? it's too cute that he went out of his way for that. ]

How do you want it? You wanna lay down, or...

[ or he could stay here and let langa straddle his face. the thought hits him too hard for him to voice it, and he swallows roughly as his cock tenses and drags a glistening wet trail across his skin. ]

[ Though Langa hadn't expected Reki to react negatively to the point of walking out—or worse, laughing at his—this reaction is a far stronger positive than he could have hoped for. Reki acts like Langa is offering to do something wonderful for him, and there's no hesitation in his words or body language as he sits up closer. Langa swears his eyes even sparkle a bit.

With that question answered, he feels more confident about his plan. Splaying a hand in the center of Reki's chest, he pushes him back down to where he'd been on the bed. It's one answer to his question, as is the way that Langa crawls closer and swings a leg over him to straddle his shoulders. When faced with having to plan what he was going to do for Reki's fantasy, he'd thought that this one would be pretty good. After all, if he wants to be used for sex, this is a pretty good way to do it. Not that he's free from Langa riding his cock later, too, as promised.

Looking down at him, Langa reaches into Reki's hair and combs it back from his face. ] So talkative, you can do something better with that mouth.

[ once again, they're of the same mind and it's a special kind of thrill, knowing his partner in everything is so in tune with him. he still has to bite down a sob because no matter if he had the idea in his head already or not, langa looks so furiously good shoving him down and climbing atop him like that. he's so glad to finally have somewhere to direct this energy, all this warm flesh spread out before him that he's never been more hungry for.

so he dives right in the second he has a chance. his palms slide over either cheek, opening up langa's ass nice and wide for his first experimental lick. he hears himself moaning louder than he ever has before, his fingers grasping involuntarily like he's afraid langa will lift off his face before he can get more of it. his body's gotten hot, so hot that it's almost uncomfortable, and he's squirming as his tongue starts twisting, whorling, prying at the little hole he's desperately trying to open up for a taste. ]

[ Shifting up a little higher on his knees, he barely has the time to spread his legs farther apart and ease the distance Reki has to lean up towards him. Hungry had been an understatement; Reki seems ravenous. Langa is used to having his ass spread like this by Reki's familiarly rough hands, but that first lick shocks a shout from him. It feels incredible, like Reki's fingers when they're slick with lube except twice as hot. The moan hums through him, too, lighting up the surrounding skin and forcing him to echo the sound. There's no slow build-up, no teasing, just Reki feeling like he really is eating him alive. Langa's struggling to breathe which makes it difficult to make any sound at all, but his breath finally unhitches and rushing into him with a gasp at that first wet poke of tongue. ]

F-fuck, like that. [ He tightens his hand in Reki's hair and pulls him closer even as he sinks a little lower, nearly sitting on him but careful to keep himself up. The last thing he wants to do is hurt Reki, and it's a concern that helps keep him somewhat tethered to the world rather than floating away into pure bliss. ] So good to me, Reki.

[ at this point, reki could really give a fuck. let him die like this, smothered in langa's flesh, the taste of him hot on his tongue. he can't think of a better way to go.

that's all the permission he needs to dig his fingers in deeper and start thrusting his tongue. with langa's fingers twisting in his hair, every motion of his mouth is its own reward, every shiver between the two of them adding to the sharp sense of need building in his gut. it's good, not just feeling but tasting the clench of langa's body every time he licks through raw nerves, but he's not really getting anywhere.

that's where instinct serves him well all over again, compelling him to purse his lips and suck that little rim into his mouth. with langa's flesh captured against all that pressure, he can finally dig his tongue through the center and thrust it deep into that warmth. there's another deep, guttural moan, his hips lifting off the bed in time with every surge of his twisting tongue. ]

[ Even if Reki thinks he isn't getting anywhere, it feels incredible to have him right where he is. Langa has enjoyed the teasing rub of fingers against his rim when Reki was preparing him for sex, or even in his own curious exploration of his own body ever since the fires of his libido have been stoked by their first time together. This is so different, however, and something he could never hope to replicate. Reki's tongue is strong and flexible, pressing against his hole in ever-changing shapes. When he's gotten used to being lapped at by a flat tongue, it changes into a probing lance.

Then Reki sucks on the rim, and it feels like he's kissing it as his tongue presses deeper. ] Holy shit! [ Langa doubles over, both hands tight in Reki's hair as he shivers all over from the change. ]

[ oh, that's amazing: the yell, the fingers tightening in his hair, the way langa moves and tightens over his face. it makes him moan all over again and turn relentless; there's nothing he likes more than going harder when langa's already quaking in his skin, and this is the best it's ever been.

he sucks until his jaw aches, and then keeps going. with every thrust of his tongue, he lets it twist, he curls and drags it against his walls, he flattens it and lashes it wildly—whatever he has to do to make sure langa can't get used to a certain sensation. his hands pull insistently, firm to keep him from shivering his way out of reki's reach, there to anchor him too if he needs to fall apart. ]

[ Langa melts further down, thighs shaking on either side of Reki's head. He lifts back up a moment later, and that is an idea. Starting off slowly, he pushes down into Reki's tongue as it thrusts deeper and then pulls back, fucking himself against Reki's mouth. Even with Reki's firm grip on his ass, he rocks up and down, hips bucking out of rhythm at times but it's barely matters when Reki is doing anything and everything that comes to mind. It's overwhelming and amazing and soon he feels his skin prickling with the threat of an orgasm.

Normally, he would stop and at least try to get Reki off with him. He loves those moments when they can come together, or close to it. This time, however, he manages to remember that Reki had asked to be used, like he was a tool for Langa's pleasure without prioritizing his own. It makes Langa shiver as he moves a hand from Reki's hair to wrap slender fingers around his own cock and stroke over it with a ragged moan. The shock of pleasure makes his body tense up, ass clenching, and he presses down harder to get more of that wicked tongue. ]

Gonna come. Fuck, Reki, I'm gonna come, keep going.

[ reki responds to that with a soft groan. he can tell, there's nothing but tension around his tongue and langa's movements are erratic in places where he's usually graceful and perfectly in time, but he likes it. he likes langa shaking up the rhythm to drive more of his greedy tongue into is him, loves the way he feels beneath his fingers, a sensory overload of trembling skin. he can't wait for langa to come just like this.

a little harder then. and faster, taking great, big licks out of langa's guts everytime his tongue fucks into him. his jaw is creaking with the effort, but it's worth it to give langa more than he can take. he sucks in harder, tongue lashing, but he can do more.

one of his hands works down langa's ass, slow and smoothing until he's dragging his fingers from the hole stuffed with his own tongue up to langa's tightening sack and back again. he finds a place in the middle and pushes down, thanking his lucky stars that the internet exists, that he knows to lean into this magical little spot with rubbing fingers as he works langa closer and closer to orgasm. ]

[ At first, Langa thinks he knows where the fingers will go, or at least he can hope. But they pass by his hole and keep going, a soft stroke that makes him shiver with surprise at how good it feels; one second later, he feels like he literally explodes into his orgasm. The pleasure bursts through him and tingles along every nerve, his body shaking with it as he rides Reki's face. There are no words because he has no thoughts, only loud moans as his hand pumps his cock faster to chase the blissful pleasure Reki is wringing out of every pore. After what feels like the longest orgasm of his life, come splattering over his stomach and dripping down towards the base of his spent cock. ]

Reki... [ He pushes up onto his knees, legs shaking under his weight, and walks them back down to Reki's waist where he can sit more comfortably without hurting his boyfriend. Lifting both hands, dirty and otherwise, he sinks his fingers into Reki's hair as he bends over to kiss him lazily tasting himself but more importantly, tasting Reki. He doesn't have enough brainpower to say anything else right now, so he just smiles into the kiss and keeps pressing them to Reki's lips.

[ reki feels absolutely spoiled by all of this, the taste of langa hot on his tongue, this intimate place he gets to be as langa's entire body goes wild with climax. it drives him out of his mind to hear and feel langa like this, perfect in every single conceivable way, putting him in a place where all he can do is groan about how bad he wants it and keep licking.

and then, suddenly, langa is gone and he's groaning for a whole different reason. there's still more that he could do, still hours left that he could spend wringing more of those orgasms out of him until neither of them can move anymore, but he's greedy like that. he's starting to figure that out.

langa surprises him with that kiss, how he dives into it, unafraid to taste himself. reki moans again, softly and through his nose, slipping what's become a pretty sore tongue through his lips to give him the best of it. his hands drift up and down langa's sides, stroking like he's the most precious thing—he is—letting that sweet smile infect him til he's wearing one too. how could he help it, with langa's hands running through his hair, just like he likes it.

eventually, he says: ]

You could've stayed, y'know.

[ Langa hums happily at the hands rubbing against his sides, leaning to one side and then the other to push into them. He's greedy, too, for as much of Reki to touch as much of him as possible. Whether they're loosely holding hands while skating or pressed against each other's bodies in bed, he longs for any kind of physical proximity to his best friend and boyfriend.

Still, it's a bit of a surprise when Reki says that. Even being slender as he is, Langa is pretty sure he could suffocate Reki by sitting on him. There's also so much else they can do before revisiting the very real fact that they both enough Langa riding Reki's face. Humming a little, wondering if he has to continue to keep up his act, he tugs playfully at Reki's hair. ] But I kind of want you to use me now. You always make me come so much, I want to be your... toy, this time.

[ whatever. he'd be fine. but it does give reki ideas about more things to do in the future, so either way, he comes out looking pleasantly satisfied.

langa's offer, though, makes him arch a brow. the smile on his face turns a touch more mischievous, and his fingers slide, up, up, up, until they're washing over langa's jaw. gently, he slips the pad of one finger across langa's bottom lip, then plunges it inside his mouth, just like langa'd done to him before. ]

That what you want? Or...

[ he hums thoughtfully as he slowly fucks langa's mouth with his finger. ]

Do you just want me to fill you up again? You love that, don't you, baby?

[ As always, Reki is incredible.

Langa's eyes widen as the finger thrusts into his mouth, past lips so used to parting for Reki in any capacity. He moans around the digit, feeling its pressure along with the weight of Reki's words on his hypersensitive skin. He's so much better at this than Langa is, a natural talker and creative in more than just skating. Langa shivers and sucks on his finger as it glides over his tongue, teeth scraping lightly over Reki's knuckles. He can't answer, but he nods eagerly, eyes rolling back slightly as he closes them against a fresh way of pleasure. It's not even acting, he really does love the feeling of it no matter where Reki fills him with anything and everything—cock and fingers and tongue and come. ]

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